Chapter 2
Jane remembered where it had all begun. Was it really fifteen years ago that she and Jim had bought the house? Must be since Frankie was fourteen. She and her husband had been so happy. They were both twenty-five and newly married. The house had seemed out of reach for their financial condition.
Jane loved the house from the beginning. The three bedrooms left plenty of room for the dozens of children she wanted. Boys in one bedroom and girls in another. She and Jim planned to put a huge fireplace in the living room when they had the money. The dining room was spacious and joined the kitchen area. Jane had thought about cuddly little children running all over the place! She'd have sweet, soft little girls playing with dolls in front of the mammoth fireplace and older girls cooking and making a mess in the kitchen. Boys would be fixing cars in the double garage or playing ball on the cul-de-sac.
The house itself had been a dream to her. It was a tract house, but only one of a kind. The houses on her street were seven in number and they were the special floor plans for the houses the big company planned to build in a different part of town. So even if they were tract, that particular street had very special, individual 'houses and Jane and Jim bought the most special. It was the cheapest on the street, but with the trees they planned to put in and the fence across the front that would be pillars of unmatched brick with redwood rails connecting them, crawling with roses.
It was over a rose bush that Jane and Jim had met Ben and Mary. Since their yards joined, they decided to go halves on a redwood fence on their common line for the backyards. It was a splendid idea since both couples planned on having children and putting in patios and swing sets and more trees and bushes.
The two young couples became good friends, scurrying back and forth for coffee or drinks or with a small bag of newly acquired seeds. The wives conferred about furniture and decorating, and the guys sweated in the sun over crabgrass.
The street took on a lived-in look and it seemed happiness abounded. Everyone on the street painted houses, even though they were new, to give each house a distinct, individual look.
As the shrubs and trees grew so did the friendship of the young people on the street ... mostly between the two neighboring couples.
It was during the spring that Mary announced proudly to Jane that she was pregnant. She was so happy! She bubbled over with joy!
Jane planted ivy to grow over the small porch on the front of the redwood and brick house. She also stuck in some geraniums. She wasn't pregnant even though she and Jim had tried and tried.
As Mary's belly got bigger, Jane contented herself with her ivy.
When summer rolled around Jane got pregnant and the two wives did nothing but gab about the coming children. They watched each other's figures get all distorted and cumbersome.
The husbands went about their work ... Jim for the gas and electric company and Ben for the police department.
Things were beautiful! The skinny trees had leaves and the vines climbed up over the porch. The flowers bloomed and the grass was green.
The women got fatter and the husbands worked their butts off to get furniture to fit the desired decor of the houses.
Jane and Jim concentrated on cozy, warm early American, and Mary and Ben hauled in the modern.
Summer faded to fall and fall to winter.
Jane was thrilled to feel life in her belly and knew that next Christmas they would have a darling, chubby baby under the tree. She could see the cute little cherub and all the darling presents for him. She pictured little velvet suits and toy horses and blocks and trucks. She dreamed in the flickering lights of the Christmas tree about next year! She and Jim wouldn't be a couple any more, they'd be a family with the young baby! She could almost feel the soft, snuggly child in her arms, smelling of baby powder and sweet oils. She beamed!
It was just after all the gala decorations were put away for another year, January twelfth to be exact, that Mary called Jane and said she was having pains. Ben had night patrol and she was alone!
Fat Jane and her husband Jim rushed Mary to the hospital to have her baby. Frankie was born just before midnight and Jane was the first person to see the sleeping baby. It was a beautiful moment in her life and she patted her own belly, knowing she would soon have her boy, too.
She talked to the sleepy Mary in the recovery room and glowed with happiness for her friend. Mary was too drowsy to know much of anything except that her baby was born and it was a boy!
Ben had rushed to her side and held her in his young arms.
Jane had to hide her tears at such a wonderful event. She and Jim were thrilled for their friends. When Mary came home from the hospital Jane held the new baby on her own tubby gut and prayed her baby would be as beautiful.
Only he wasn't! Jane's baby was born dead.
Spring came and all the greenery burst into bloom. Jane was in shock as she watched the baby next door grow and crawl and coo. She never shed a tear. She was in her own world of grief, and she couldn't seem to shake it.
Everybody tried to comfort her, but to no avail. Jim took her to bed every night and fucked her. He thought she ought to have a baby and soon! They both wanted children so badly!
Springs came and went and Frankie grew like a weed. He was a darling, bouncing boy and Mary and Ben felt almost guilty at having such a lovely child while their friends had none. It looked like Jane and Jim never would have children.
Jane and Jim went to doctors and had tests and nothing seemed wrong with either of them. Except they never had a child. The fireplace never got put in and the cozy house remained a cozy house for the two of them.
Mary and Ben accepted Jane and Jim's help with the baby. They let them baby sit and it was almost as if Frankie had two sets of parents. The baby was so flooded with love from both couples that he grew to think of Jane as a second mother.
She became his first mother when Mary died five years later in a car accident.
Grief struck the neighbors twice ... the death of a new baby five years before and now Mary. It was a stupid accident that happened while she was on the way to the store only a couple of miles from home.
Jane had Frankie with her while Mary had gone shopping. She hugged the child close to her and comforted him and thanked God that the darling, lively boy was safe.
It was only natural that she take care of Frankie while dad worked. She was the next thing to a mother that little Frankie had. Ben worked different shifts and was gone a lot of the time with his police work and meetings and activities.
Frankie stayed with Jane and Jim most of the time. His clothes and things were at his own home next door and he was with his dad whenever he could be. What with Ben working and sleeping, that wasn't always a lot of the time.
Jane took the child to his first day at school and met the teacher. She packed his lunches and saw that his clothes were neat and clean. Jane took the boy to the barber and to the doctor. She had her son even though he wasn't her son.
Ben got more and more involved with the police department and nearly dedicated his life to his work completely.
Jane and Jim took Frankie to the fair and had birthday parties for him. Jane went to parent-teacher meetings and had a scout troop. She took Frankie to his swimming lessons and sat like a proud mother at his every achievement. She got to where she thought Frankie was her son.
She worshiped the little boy.
Jim kept trying to make her pregnant.
Ben worked and slept.
She had been sleeping one afternoon when she had a dream. In the dream she'd been held and loved and fucked by a young boy! She woke just as she had a beautiful orgasm! She sprawled on the bed feeling the excitement in her hole and the lovely warm juice ooze out of her hole. She smiled for the first time in a couple of years.
She was coming alive! She still had feelings in her crotch! She hadn't felt anything so wonderful since Jim had gone to heaven. She'd thought she'd died with him or the baby or Frankie ... Now she'd felt a spurt of life! She wasn't dead. She'd start again!
Only it would be a little different. She was forty. The child she'd loved so much and substituted for her own was fourteen. Ben would be a good place to start since he was about the only adult, single man she knew.
She laid on the bed and wondered what it'd be like to go to bed and be screwed by him? They'd been friends for so long it's be almost like fucking her brother, if she had one. The more she thought about the tall, dark cop next door the better she liked it ... only it was his son's face hovering over her every time she thought about fucking!
That was a repulsive thought ... fucking the kid she'd almost seen born and had practically brought up!
She forced her thoughts back to Ben. Why couldn't she concentrate on his dark hair? Why Frankie's long, waving hair? She had looked into Ben's deep brown eyes so many times and felt their warmth. Why did she keep seeing Frankie's blue ones?
Maybe she was getting senile in her old age.
She got up from her place on her flowered couch and went to the toilet. She sat on the toilet and smelled the pleasant odors of her cum drift up to her nostrils. She put her hand to her pussy and touched the matted hair. Her fingers trailed down her slit to the gooshy, thick jism that bathed her labia.
She felt sparks of excitement all over her body! Her cum tasted delicious as she put her fingers to her mouth. Her clit was peaked when she tweaked it. Her cunt was soft and velvety.
How long had it been?
She sat on the toilet fingering her twat and she ran her agile fingers across her clit again and again ... it felt so good! She sucked in her breath and felt another soft, easy, rolling orgasm flow out of her tube. She jolted slightly. The cum felt so good she could hardly move in her ecstasy! She licked her fingers and stuck them back into her crotch for more sloshing jism. Her hole spasmed tightly and her clit fluttered rapidly. Her gut contracted as she shot out her warm, soothing fluid.
She moaned softly to herself and imagined another hand massaging her slippery, oozing crack. As much as she tried, it wasn't Ben's hand, it was little Frankie's. She felt deliciously warm all over. Her fingers darted from one lovely, warm spot to another vibrating one.
She had forgotten how wonderful she could feel! All her senses were vibrantly alive as she fingered her clit and hole and smelled her cum and tasted her twat juice and felt her matted snatch and heard the sloshing, squishing sounds in her crotch! She held her hand up in front of her face and saw the trickle of jism. It had a magical sparkle!
God, she needed love!
She'd been in her shell for so long and now she burst forth like all her plants did in the spring. Every buried emotion sprang to life and she discovered she was one very horny lady!
Her body shook in the realization it had been neglected too long! She'd call on Ben that very night and tell him of her problem. He was a good friend and he'd screw her! He'd do anything for her! He'd suck her hot, bubbling cunt!
Oh, she thrilled at the thought of a hot mouth on her clit and vaginal opening and a hot, blazing tongue up her tube! She shivered in delight!
Her round domes pressed tightly against her blouse as she gasped in air. She looked and she saw her rigid nipples push even tighter against her clothing.
She got up off the toilet and pulled up her panties. Then, on second thought, she took them off along with her blouse and bra. She didn't want to suppress this lovely, sexy feeling she had! She was gonna hang onto it as she baked cookies for her neighbor.
She walked naked out to the kitchen feeling the dripping of her juices on her round thighs. Her snatch seemed bristly and her whole body appeared to be wired on high intensity!
She took advantage of every feel. When she took the grease from the cupboard and dug into it, she carefully measured the amount to go into the cookies and then took some on her fingertips and pressed it into her seething, simmering crack. She felt the heat of her furry snatch melt the thick, white lard. She was delighted at the added runny juice in her slit. She carefully licked off her fingers and went back to putting the ingredients into her cookies.
She took the vanilla from the cupboard and pressed the slick bottle to her nipples. She poured a little of the liquid over her rigid rosebuds and pretended it was spit from Ben's mouth coating her titties.
She measured the sugar and dumped it into the bowl. She took a little of the granulated stuff and put it on her nipples. She had white, sparkly tits.
She put the flour into the batter and patted some on her pussy.
She laughed to herself as she thought what a tasty morsel she'd be to somebody with a taste for cookies! The very heat from her body was enough to bake the gunk she'd plastered on herself!
She thrilled at each touch to her own body by her fingers, the creamy lard, the rough granules of sugar and the softness of the flour. Each thing seemed to further stimulate each nerve-ending to ecstatic bliss!
She shoved the sheets of cookies into the hot oven and dashed into the bathroom to shower and get perfumed for when Ben ,would come home. She turned on the warm water and even the sprays from the shower seemed to hit right on her nipples and pussy to excite and please her. She lathered herself and crammed the bar of soap between her legs in her crotch and tried to hold the slippery thing tight with her lips. It kept slipping out and falling to the bottom of the fub.
She laughed as the water sprayed her short, curly hair when she bent to pick it up and cram it in her crack again. The water dripped on her face and her hair was drenched. The sprays hit on her buns when she turned around and around in the shower playing with her bar of slippery soap and enjoying every tingling feeling of being alive!
She stepped from the shower and toweled her body to a rosy pink. She took the rough towel and put it between her legs and pulled from the back to the front and back again. The roughness of the towel massaged her crack. She tingled with joy at her newly found zest for life!
She slipped into a brightly flowered, Hawaiian shift. She skipped the underwear because she liked the feel of the material as it brushed against her nipples with her every movement.
She scurried out to the kitchen just in time to get the baked goodies out of the oven. She hadn't baked cookies for such a long time, not since Frankie spent most of his time with her.
There she went again! Thinking about that little boy! Couldn't she get it through her head it was his father she was after? One thing she would have to do was to control her horniness! She couldn't possibly think of taking out her pent up emotions on a child that couldn't even get a hard-on! What the hell was the matter with her?
She put the cookies on a piece of waxed paper to cool and went to the front window. She thought Ben was due home about now. She planned to call him in and fill his gut with his favorite chocolate chip cookies and tell him what she wanted! A GOOD FUCK! What are friends for if not to help in time of need?
She watched excitedly for his car.
She flipped when she saw Frankie coming up the street on his ten-speed. Her crotch was wet already and the sight of the kid in her dream nearly flooded her out!
She watched Frankie get off his bike and push it up against the front of the house next door. He seemed taller than yesterday. It looked to her like his pants tented. That was impossible! A child with a hard-on? He was almost her baby ... not a man!
He liked cookies, so why not? Besides she wanted to get a better look at the child she had reared.
Even from a distance he looked different today. Maybe it was because she was alive with burning passion today. She had always thought of Frankie as her son ... until she'd had that dream. Now she looked at the young boy through different eyes. It was as if he was a stranger, yet her own.
She went to the door and called the youngster over.
Frankie came running on his long, skinny legs.
The minute she ushered him inside he smelled the cookies. He headed for the kitchen and got himself a glass of milk. She pushed the cookies over in front of the boy.
His pants did tent!
She watched him gobble down the cookies and slurp the milk. It seemed such a short time ago when she always had a snack for him when he came home from school. He'd grown up so fast! She missed him so much. She knew young people have so many places to go and so many things to do along with being with his own dad. It would be unfair of her to make demands on his life. She had done for him for years because she'd loved him.
She stared at the youth in front of her and thought he wasn't getting enough to eat at home. He looked too stretched out and thin. Ben wouldn't get proper meals for himself or Frankie. Frankie still needed her to mother him. She noticed he was getting much taller. She watched him chew his cookies and loved the tender softness of his mouth and jaws. He was still her darling, little boy. Only now that she didn't see him so much, she devoured his every movement.
Frankie cleared his throat.
"You all right?" she asked.
He nodded and went on chewing. His hand shook a little as he took his glass of milk.
"You've got whiskers," Jane said laughing at the child.
Frankie licked his lips to get the thick milk.
Jane's crotch throbbed at the sight of his licking tongue. She noticed that the child twitched and kept changing his position at the table. One leg over the other and back again.
She thought he acted rather nervous but that was silly. He was practically her own child. Why should he be upset?
"How's come you look at me that way?" he stammered between bites. "What way?"
"I don't know ... just the way you look at me. "I didn't realize I was looking at you ANY special way," she said.
Was it that obvious? Was she making the child nervous just watching him chew and lick? She wasn't doing too well concealing her thoughts. She didn't have any thoughts for this boy. She was horny for his father! Or was she? The dream had been about Frankie! Her crotch had flipped when she saw Frankie! She was watching Frankie like a hawk! She was making him nervous I When she thought of fucking, it was his soft, smooth face hovering over her ... not his dad's.
She thought she had pushed wicked, lustful thoughts about Frankie from her mind. She was gonna screw his dad, not him!
Frankie stood up quickly and headed for the door. "I gotta go. Thanks for the cookies."
"Frankie!"
He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to her. He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other.
Jane walked to the lad and put her arm around him and they walked together to the living room. Why was her crotch leaking so? She knew but she wouldn't admit such a thought even to herself even though she knew she wanted to rape this young boy! That was a terrible thought!
"What's the matter, honey? We used to be so close and now you hardly ever come over to see me?" She pressed her boob against the lad's rib cage. He was much taller!
He shrugged his lean shoulders.
She faced the boy. "You know I love you like my own son. I guess it's hard for me to realize that you're almost a man."
"Yeah, I guess so," he stammered. He rocked from one leg to the other.
"Don't you like it over here any more? You used to when you were little."
He blushed. "Yeah, I like it over here." Jane put both of her hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in his clear blue eyes. She shook because this was so like her dream! Quickly she dropped her hands. She wasn't talking to her little boy anymore. This lad was a man much taller than herself and he seemed so different. So grown up ... or was that just because of his size? He was still only fourteen.
She didn't have anything to say to him. She just looked at him longingly. She adored him.
She couldn't say what she wanted to say to the boy ... what her crotch said to her! She knew no matter what, she wanted this lad, not his father! That was impossible and ridiculous. Not only that it was immoral, nasty, vulgar and stupid!
"Before you go home, give mama a kiss," she said.
For years the little boy had kissed her hello and good-bye. Now it was a physical strain. He gave her a peck on the forehead and trod softly in his tennis shoes to the front door.
She said nothing as she watched him open the door. Her heart pounded and her jutting breasts heaved.
Frankie turned to wave and she asked him if he wanted to take some cookies home with him or should she bring them over for his dad later on?
Frankie said he'd take them over to his dad. He followed her back to the kitchen. He stood with his hands in his hip pockets as Jane busied herself putting cookies on a plate.
She brushed past his tented pants reaching for the plate. She rubbed against his hard hip with her ass as she chose cookies first from this side of the waxed paper and then from the far corner.
Frankie stepped back out of the way. His face flushed red when she brushed her ass on his young, lean body. He felt the sweat under his arms drench his white T-shirt.
Jane finally had the cookies she wanted on the plate and turned to face the lad and bumped her jutting, warm titties against his slim chest.
"Oops," she said and laughed.
Frankie backed off.
A cookie slipped off the plate and both of them bent to try and catch it at the same time. Frankie saw that she didn't have a bra on as she bent and the low shift bowed out. He looked away quickly so she wouldn't catch him looking at her round breasts. He flushed.
Jane didn't miss a thing. She saw the boy's reaction!
She let him pick up the cookie that hit the floor and walked closer to him so that when he got up his shoulder rubbed up her naked leg and caught under her shift hemline.
He looked up at her with timid eyes and he was red as a beat!
The poor child was embarrassed at touching her on the leg. He must be adult enough to know a leg led to a thigh and a thigh led to a twat!
She smiled a him and bent to loosen her hemline from his shoulder and saw him take a quick look down her neckline. She knew he was ripe. Now if she could just be the one to pluck his cherry!
Frankie lost his balance and splatted on his butt in the middle of the kitchen floor. His body quivered with embarrassment as he got to his feet in a hurry.
She gave him the plate of cookies and pressed her body against his to kiss him good-bye one more time. She knew he felt her warm breasts since the shift material was thin. Her body had to radiate her passionate heat to him. For one added wicked action, she pressed her pussy against his pelvis and was thrilled to feel this child did have a hard-on! How wonderful! He could do it! Her sort-or-boy-child could fuck!
She felt for the lad's timidness as he awkwardly headed for the door, tripping over his own feet. Such a sweet child! She didn't want to attack him and scare him away from her, but, God, how she wanted his prick! She knew he'd be better at fucking than in her dream!
She'd be able to feel him better and know she was awake and really getting screwed. Her dream had been wonderful, but this kid in the flesh would be better yet! She could hardly wait ... but she was gonna have to. She was so uptight and embarrassed and red in the face! He'd absolutely have an ass attack if she touched the front of his tented pants!
She watched, with dripping juice trickling down her inner thighs, as her baby ran quickly home. She felt like a vulture watching her prey ... just wainting for the right time!