Chapter 5

"Jan, can I speak to you for a moment?" Dave's simple question startled the lovely blonde and she jerked guiltily as her eyes darted to his face, looking for that expression of disgust she knew she deserved. But there was no hint of accusation in Dave's face and she relaxed slightly. The young housewife quickly glanced around to the children. Mia lay on her stomach, intently watching the television, and Tommy sat across the room, pretending to watch the program as well. But Jan knew he was watching her every move, watching her and wanting her every moment.

"Let's go into the den where we can talk." Dave took her arm and led her into the den and shut the door behind him. Something was on his mind, she could see that, but somehow she didn't think it was about what had happened with Jimmy. "Look, I know this is going to upset you, but I didn't have any choice. I was ordered to do this." He looked flustered and uneasy, but Jan's nerves quieted.

"Verna's having a party at her mountain lodge and I have to be there. I want you and the kids to come up with me."

Jan didn't answer him. She looked around the room and suddenly realized that she'd stayed away from the den ever since she'd seen Dave in here with Verna. A flame of anger rose up in her and she was about to make a cutting comment when the anger turned to bitter dust on her tongue. After what she'd done, how could she dare be angry with him? His sins were nothing compared to hers!

Dave mistook her silence and anxiously went on. "Look honey, I know it's a slap in the face for you to have to go up there but it will look bad for me if my family isn't there. Besides, it will be a good break for all of us-fresh air, other people. What do you say, honey, will you go?"

Jan hesitated. She didn't want to go. The thought of being under the same roof with Verna Fields made her ill, but one thing Dave had said struck her, and the more she thought of it, the better she liked it. ". . . it will be a good break for all of us..." That's what she needed, a break. If she was alone with Tommy again, tomorrow or even again today, she knew what would happen. She knew she would never be able to stop herself, she'd go to him and use him again, she knew she would. But if she could be with other people, maybe she could stop this before it turned into a disaster.

"How ... how long would we be there?" Jan asked, pretending to be reluctant. She saw Dave's eyes brighten as he answered.

"Just two days and one night, baby. We go up tomorrow, spend the night, then come back last the next day. Will you go, Jan? Will you do this thing for me?"

"Well, I guess I can-for you," she replied.

"Everybody ready?"

Jan nodded and heard Tommy's and Mia's excited shouts. As the car pulled out of the driveway, she stared out the window and tried not to think about the disturbing fact that she shared the back seat with Tommy. She had planned to sit up front with Dave, as she always did but, at the last moment, Mia decided she wanted to sit next to her "daddy". The lovely blonde knew it was foolish but she was almost certain a special sort of a glance had passed between Dave and Mia when she finally agreed.

The young housewife remembered the wide smile on Tommy's face as he helped her into the car, she was sure that no one else saw it when his hand slipped under her short skirt for a few seconds and his daring fingers teased at the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Now, she sat pressed against the door, keeping a safe distance between herself and her handsome son.

They'd been driving for almost two hours. Jan saw the change in the countryside as the city fell away and they started to climb. The atmosphere inside the car had relaxed under the hypnotic drone of the engine and the tires on the road. Mia's excited chatter had died down and now she sat calmly beside Dave as he drove. Looking up into the front seat, Jan had that strange feeling again when she saw how Mia's head rested against Dave's shoulder, how her slim body was almost glued to his side.

Just because you 're a slut and have betrayed the trust placed in you doesn't mean that Dave would do a ... Jan couldn't finish the thought.

"Are you warm enough, Mother?" Tommy asked quietly.

Startled, Jan turned toward him and their eyes locked. She could read the excitement that flared in his dark gaze and felt an answering thrill of desire inside herself.

She was completely comfortable but Jan heard her voice answering the handsome boy who sat beside her. "It is a little cooler," she said, amazed at how steady and natural she sounded. All her good thoughts were brushed away again and she lost the battle to control her greedy eyes. She felt her excitement growing as she found herself staring down at the tight crotch of Tommy's jeans. Tommy must have known she was looking at him because his long hose began to swell and stiffen, pressing out against the heavy denim. Little echoes of the gasping and moaning she'd done when he fucked her rang in her ears and an evil thrill of arousal tickled at the sensitive flesh between her thighs. "It is a little cooler," she repeated foolishly. "Why don't you spread that lap robe over our legs? That will keep us ... warmer."

Tommy smiled eagerly at her obvious invitation as he reached behind his back to find the robe. Jan darted an apprehensive glance toward the front of the car but it was easy to see that Dave was concentrating on the road and Mia was concentrating on Dave.

"Thank you, son," the lovely blonde murmured as Tommy made a show of adjusting the blanket around her legs. She had to struggle with her self-control when one of his hands wormed under the covering and began to stroke the bare flesh of her thigh. Tommy sighed softly and wiggled a little closer to her. As he moved he caught her hand in his and quickly drew it out of sight under the robe.

Jan felt herself tremble when her limp hand was pressed down hard against her adopted son's swollen penis. Even with the denim covering it she could feel the heat of him, feeling the thick, hot blood pulsing through the veins in his shaft, hardening him, pulling his long probe tight against the restraining fabric. Tommy's pelvis jerked and Jan knew what he wanted her to do. It was frightening, and Jan felt little icicles of fear mixed with excitement prickling across her nerve endings as her fingers began to twist and tug at the strong snap at his waist. Suddenly the snap popped free and her fingers shook with anticipation as she tugged at the stiff metal zipper. In what seemed like an instant, Tommy's fly was open and the warm length of his prick popped out against her palm. The beautiful woman shuddered and bit hard at the inner lining of her cheek as her fingers raced up and down the thrilling length of the boy's organ. She felt the firm gristle, the silky skin, and the sparse hairs-and the gash between her own quivering thighs began to ooze its thick lubricating oil.

Tommy wasn't idle while she fondled him. His hand worked at her skirt under cover of the robe. Jan shamelessly raised her legs a little, allowing him room to push the hem up until his fingers could press and squeeze against the damp crotch of her panties. He pinched her fat labia together and rolled the flesh back and forth between his fingers. Jan swallowed the deep moan of pleasure that fought to escape her throat and her fingers tightened convulsively around his throbbing erection.

This is insane! We'll be caught, I know we'll be caught! The panicked thoughts raced around in her head but Jan couldn't bring herself to push Tommy away from her, couldn't force herself to let go of the thrilling staff that fit so beautifully in her hand. She gritted her teeth and fought to keep her face calm and devoid of expression as she felt a stiff forefinger pressing against the slobbering opening of her sex, pushing the filmy material of her panties in before it. She had to grip hard at the door handle and press her feet firmly against the floor boards as he twirled his finger against her rock-hard little clitoris. If she'd relaxed for even a second, she knew, she would have begun to moan and roll her hips, and that would have got them caught for sure!

Filthy, nasty whore, her mind called her, but she didn't care. The lovely finger worked up and down the parted lips of her vulva, smearing her juices over her folds, over her panties. At the same time she had managed to establish a swift, jerking rhythm on Tommy's stem, and from the way that he was grunting and making small, hard motions with his hips, she knew he loved it.

"Don't let them know. We can't let them catch us doing this," Jan whispered as she leaned sideways to whisper in his ear. She tried to make the move seem normal in case Dave or Mia should catch the motion in the rearview mirror, and at the same time keep up the stroke as she jacked her son off under the lap robe.

"They won't," Tommy answered with a quiet murmur that barely rose over the hum of the engine. "They won't catch us." His exploring finger found the tight elastic ring of her panties and wriggled in at the leg. She shivered and couldn't hide the sharp flinching motion she made when his warm flesh pressed directly against her swollen clitty. It was almost more than she could bear, and she wanted desperately to groan and throw back the heavy robe so she could watch as he slowly sank his long finger deep into the slick, eager throat of her soft vagina.

Suddenly Jan felt weak and boneless. Her head wobbled about on her neck and she had to lean back against the seat to support it. Ahhhh, his wiggling finger felt so nice! She found that she could grip and pinch at his finger with the muscular walk of her cunt, and each time she did, it produced another thick bubble of pleasure in her crotch. She ran her clenched fist up and down his prick. Each time she reached the cap, she let her fingers rub over it and smear the thick drops of pre-cum over the glans and down the smooth shaft of his rammer. She loved the way his juices oiled his cock, making it feel slippery and alive in her hand.

Tommy made a soft moaning sound and his body stiffened. A jolt of electric excitement slammed through Jan's body as she felt his long probe jerk and swell. He was cumming! Quickly she slipped her other hand under the robe and placed the sweaty palm against the swollen slit of the glans. She was just in time to deflect the first hot jet of her son's thick semen. It splashed against her hand and dripped back down his pulsating dong. She felt his beautiful body jerk and twist as jet after hot jet of his seed blasted out of the slit and wet her hand. She managed to maintain a tight grip on him and pumped madly at the stem, almost pulling the thick sperm from his young balls by willpower alone.

The darling boy hadn't forgotten her. All the time that he twitched and gritted his teeth through his orgasm, his finger still wormed in and out of her, first going deep into her and then slipping out to flick lightly back and forth over her greased, swollen little clitoris. "Ooooo, it's so nice," a little voice in her head squealed. "Ohhh, I'm going to cummmmmm! Mustn't make a sound when I do. I can't let Dave know what's happening. I mustn't make a ... a ... ohhhhhhoooo!! ! " She had to bite down hard at the tip of her tongue to keep from moaning and shouting as wave after delicious wave of her orgasm lifted her and swept her away. She clutched at Tommy's long, slippery prick, her hips making desperate little movements as the wonderful pleasure surged and eddied in her confused brain. "Ohhhh, it's so dirty, so filthy," she whispered to herself. "But oh God, isn't it wonderful!"

At last Tommy's hand stopped moving and lay limp across her bare, twitching thighs. Slowly, as if in a daze, Jan withdrew her hand and stared down at the pearly mass of her son's white cum. She didn't hesitate when the filthy impulse struck her, she only waited long enough to be sure Tommy was watching her before she slowly brought her open palm up to her waiting lips and ran her shiny pink tongue back and forth across it, licking and sucking his yeasty seed away. The darkly handsome boy watched, his slightly almond-shaped eyes widening in surprise. Then a wide smile of satisfaction crossed his lean face and made him even more beautiful to her eyes. His lips moved and formed the silent words that were meant for her eyes alone. "I love you, Mother." The words slapped at her and the beautiful young blonde didn't know if she was going to smile at him or cry.

The door clicked shut behind her and Jan stood in the dark hallway for a moment. The decor of the hall was just like the rest of the large mountain lodge, done in lovely taste. In spite of herself Jan had to admit that Verna's taste was perfect. The room she had just left was a perfect blend of rustic charm and warm comfort, and she assumed that every other room in the lodge would show the same imprint of the clever woman's touch.

As she moved quietly down the hall, the blonde peeked at her watch and was dismayed to see that it was almost one in the morning. They had arrived in the middle of the afternoon, had met the other guests, and had a wonderful dinner and drinks. She should be tired now, she thought. She should be able to sleep, but for some reason, sleep wouldn't come. Dave was asleep. He'd nodded off the moment he got in bed, and the only reason she was up now was so she wouldn't wake him with her restless tossing and turning.

The lodge was dark and silent now, except for a few small lights burning in the hall to make night passage safe. But there was more light streaming in through the windows from a large full moon outside.

As she passed other closed doors, the young blonde thought of the other people she'd met that day. They were all bright, handsome and clever but there had only been one that really made any impression on her at all-Sam Bently. Just thinking about the tall, handsome man made her shiver with a strange, twisted excitement. She wasn't sure why, but the moment she was introduced to the man she felt that fear mixed with excitement again. He was handsome, too handsome, almost pretty! Her fingers twitched as she remembered how flustered she'd been when his icy blue eyes bored into hers and how his light, curly hair glinted in the sun as he bent closer to hear her speaking. Sam Bently was Verna's man. No one had to tell her that. The way the older woman clung to his arm in public, the way she listened raptly to anything that he said, those things told her how Verna felt.

The hallway ended and Jan turned the corner. She found herself in a small living room, not the main room but a little nook that was set off by itself. One wall of the cozy room was glass and after a moment she realized she was staring out onto the moon-bathed mountainside. She was so pleased with the view that she didn't notice another shadowy figure on one of the wide couches.

"It's beautiful, isn't it, Jan? This is my favorite place in the whole lodge." Jan gasped and whirled to face the owner of the voice. Verna Fields sat well back on the couch, almost lying down. She wore a filmy nightgown that showed silver in the bright moonlight. For a moment Jan felt the impulse to turn and leave her rival but the beautiful brunette smiled and extended a long, slender hand to her, inviting her to sit on the couch beside her.

"Please, come here and sit down, Jan. I can't sleep either, and we've never really had a chance to talk." The other woman's tone was warm and friendly, and the young housewife didn't know how to refuse and not be rude, so she slowly sank down on the soft couch and leaned back against the pillows.

"I'm glad you came tonight, dear," Verna said in a low voice. Her hand reached out and fell on Jan's. The young blonde jumped a little at the contact, but for some reason she didn't pull her hand away. "I've always liked you, Jan, and wanted to get to know you better. This is a perfect time for that, isn't it?" The woman moved a shapely leg and Jan felt the pressure against her own knee. The movement had stirred the scent that Verna wore and it seemed to envelop the lovely blonde.

"Uhhhh ... yes ... I suppose it is," Jan murmured, not knowing what Verna had in mind.

The older woman chuckled and squeezed her hand. Jan felt a tiny quiver of excitement far in the back of her mind. She didn't exactly understand the excitement, but it was there.

"Don't be so uptight, darling. You think I'm trying to steal Dave from you-that's it, isn't it?"

Jan's head turned sharply and she stared at the woman in shocked amazement. "It's all right, Jan. It's better if we talk about it. Then we'll understand each other."

As she spoke, the woman inched a little closer on the couch and Jan could feel the warmth of the other's sleek thigh pressing against her. "I'm not sure that I. . . want to talk about it," the blonde said. She was embarrassed by the prim sound of her voice and her words, but that was the way that she felt.

"Oh, my poor Jan," Verna whispered, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair back from Jan's face. "I was afraid you would think of me like that. Please, dear, I want to be your friend, I really do. Let mc explain myself, Jan, and then, if you're still angry with me, I'll leave you be. Agreed?"

There was something very strange about all of this. Jan had often imagined herself in a confrontation with Verna Fields but her vengeful daydreams had. never been like this! She didn't want to just sit and listen but she didn't have much choice, so she nodded silently.

"I'm sure you know that Dave and I have been ... intimate."

A sudden sun-flare of anger caught Jan unprepared. Of course she knew they were lovers, but knowing it and hearing it boldly admitted were two different things! She tried to pull her hand away and stand up but Verna's strong hand pushed her back against the pillows, her forearm pressing against Jan's uplifted breasts. "No, don't go. You agreed to hear me out!! "

Jan stopped struggling and felt the blind anger fade, then flicker out. She was confused and unsure of herself. Jan sat still but wiggled uncomfortably. She needed time to think, and the other woman's arm pressing against her didn't help clear her mind!

"That's better, darling. Let me explain," Verna crooned softly. "Just let me explain, dear, that's all I ask. Now, let's get comfortable." Before she knew what to expect, Jan found herself being pulled even closer to the brunette. The perfume swam in her nostrils, distracting her, making it even harder to concentrate!

"I admit that I've gone to bed with your Dave, dear-and why not? Surely you realize that your man is an attractive stud. Why wouldn't I enjoy making love with him?" Jan wanted to answer that one but Verna hurried on, determined to have her say. "I like Dave, Jan. I love sleeping with him but I'm not trying to steal him from you. There are all sorts of handsome, well-hung, stud-men around. I don't have to steal your man!"

The young blonde was faintly scandalized at the older, more sophisticated woman's casual attitude but she didn't say a word. Verna's arm had dropped away from her breasts while she spoke but it had landed on her thigh. The feel of the hand pressing down on her leg, lightly massaging the soft flesh, was disconcerting and it was hard for her to put her tangled thoughts into words.

"I ... I know about you and ... Dave," Jan stammered. "But if you don't want him, why do you ... do those things with him?"

Verna laughed and hugged her close. Her lips brushed against Jan's cheek in a gentle, chaste kiss. "Oh, poor Jan, are you still hung up on the idea that only true lovers should sleep together? Can't you accept the fact that making love is a wonderful thing to do? Of course I like Dave, but I don't love him, and I'm sure he doesn't love me!" Verna caught her chin and turned the young blonde's face toward her.

Jan shuddered as she felt the light brush of Verna's warm lips against hers and was shocked by the sudden strong reaction in her belly. Instantly, she remembered what Dave had told her of this beautiful brunette's skill with women.

"Don't you see, dear, giving pleasure to someone you like is the fullest expression of human concern." It wasn't that simple, Jan knew, but she was so amazed and ashamed at her strong sexual response to Verna's kiss that she couldn't make her mind function well enough to deny it!

The sophisticated woman was well aware of Jan's confusion and pressed the advantage, not giving her a chance to get set. "It doesn't matter dear, when two people feel that wonderful attraction toward each other they should respond, don't you see?" Verna's hand had inched higher on her thighs and Jan could only make a stranged moaning sound in response. "It's true, dear, you have to understand what is really happening in the world you live in." The hand left her thigh and deftly slipped inside her robe to cup one burning breast.

"Just as I feel an attraction to Dave, I feel that same loving attraction toward you, Jan." A strong thumb strummed back and forth across her swollen nipple. Jan gasped and felt the tingle all the way to her toes. "I feel that need for you, too, darling," Verna whispered before she kissed Jan's slack lips again. This time the kiss was firm and direct and there simply was no mistaking what Verna Fields wanted from her!

"But. . . but I ... I'm a woman and you're a woman," Jan stammered, knowing that she sounded naive and foolish even as the words escaped her lips. "I've never. . . been with a woman. I'm not like that!"

The brunette chuckled and pinched gently at Jan's long, pointed nipple. The sensation made the young housewife wiggle against the soft cushions. "Of course you're 'like that', Jan. We are all 'like that'. You have to see that, my darling. You're much too lovely and desirable to hide yourself in a moralistic cocoon. Tear free, Jan, and be a beautiful butterfly!"

Before Jan could deny that, Verna captured her lips and a demanding tongue darted deep in her mouth. The young blonde groaned as she felt the long, muscular tongue find and traps hers. The rough tip rubbed back and forth and her horror and disgust at the lesbian advance began to grow soft and melt away.

"Oooo, you have such lovely big titties, Jan," Verna breathed when the steaming kiss ended. "I want to see you. I can't wait!"

Jan felt frozen. She stared in helpless fascination as Verna plucked at the simple tie of her gown and pulled it aside, baring the young woman's firm breasts to the silvery moonlight. "Ahhhh, they're even prettier than I imagined!"

Jan sighed and felt her shoulders move slowly as Verna bent her head toward her rigid, blood-swollen nipple. She felt the woman's hot breath stirring over her flesh. "Ummmmmm!" Verna's moan of pleasure struck hidden chords in Jan's soul and she felt her lush body arching up off the couch, lifting her heavy breasts to the savage, sucking lips.

"Aggghhhh! This is wrong," Jan whimpered, but even as she protested, one hand pressed at the back of Verna's head while her other slipped under her own breast, holding it up against the firm oval of Verna's lips, feeding the woman her tingling nipple. "Ohhhh, it's so nasty," she murmured. "You shouldn't do that!" She groaned as she tried to press even more of her soft flesh into that sweet mouth, against those lovely, suctioning lips!

"Isn't this nice?" the older woman asked in a low whisper after she'd kissed and licked her way back up Jan's bared breasts.

Jan couldn't answer. The awful, twisted need she felt seemed to have closed her throat. There were a thousand words and denials dammed up in her brain but she couldn't force them free.

Verna was moving beside her but Jan didn't realize what she was doing until she felt the silky flesh of the brunette's bare breasts against hers. The young housewife shuddered and stared down. Verna had managed to wriggle free of her gown and knelt before her. The moonlight cast deep shadows down the front of her shapely body. It highlighted her breasts, making them look like ripe, pear-shaped silver fruit. When Verna tried to tug her gown off, Jan obediently lifted herself. She stared in unnatural fascination at the woman's breasts as her knowing hands stripped Jan naked.

"Ohhh, yes, you are so lovely," Verna sighed as she leaned forward to mash her breasts against Jan's. "Darling Jan, this is going to be so nice." The firm pressure of the brunette's body guided the young blonde back until she lay on her back with Verna lying on top of her. The excited woman supported her weight on her elbows, just like a man would, and also like a man, she began to move her hips against Jan's. Their plump, hairy mounds met, kissed, then melted together in a mutual gushing of girl juices.

"Awwwwggghhhh god," Jan groaned as their pubes mashed and ground against each other. Her hard little love knot pulsated and throbbed as it was squeezed and massaged. She was embarrassed and shocked at her perverted response to the other woman's unnatural lovemaking, but when Verna pulled away, she moaned in protest and tried to pull the exciting body back against her. Her hips rose off the couch trying to reclaim that delicious contact!

"It's all right, darling," Verna sighed, her words muffled as she tried to speak and kiss the young blonde's breasts at the same time. "Just lie still, lover, and let me make you feel soooo nice!"

With each humid kiss Verna was moving lower on Jan's twisting body. The lovely young housewife knew what was going to happen and that knowledge made the hidden wellsprings of her vagina pour fresh lubricating oils from the pulsating neck of her sheath. When the warm lips buried themselves in the wet mat of her pale curls, her long thighs lifted and spread so wide they ached.

"Ooooo, I love your juicy little pussy, darling! Let me love it. Let me show you how nice one girl can be to another!" Before Jan could even think she felt the long tongue wiggle and squirm between the slobbering, eager folds of her sex.

"Agggghhhh, that feels wonderful," Janet squealed, her sleek thighs clamped tight around the woman's head. "Ohhhhooo God! Stick it in deeper!" The last of her pride, the last of her tattered morals died as her fingers caught the edges of her fat labia and she stretched herself wide, offering her cunt to the tantalizing tongue and the mind-bending suction of Verna's greedy mouth.

"Suck me," the blonde demanded. She pressed Verna's unresisting head tight gainst her bumping, rotating groin. "Suck my wet pussy, you perverted slut! Eat meeeeiiiieeee!! ! ! "