Chapter 3

Her time came sooner than she thought!

She was still standing in the living room by the window when Ben drove up to his house. She watched as he helped a blonde out of his red sports car. Jane couldn't figure who in the hell she was. Looked like some sort of tramp he might pick up on the streets to bust for soliciting. He was working vice now and he did meet quite a few sordid characters. Maybe this was one of them! She didn't look like she could do anything Jane couldn't do, only Jane didn't do it and hadn't for years.

What Ben saw in this blond floozy Jane couldn't see. Oh, she could see it, the full breasts poking out over the tight, short, mini skirt and the full, well-rounded legs hanging out the bottom. God, she had a small waistline! And all that long, blond, straggly hair! Surely Ben could do better than her! For God's sake, she looked like she'd just crawled out of one bed and planned on crawling into his. Jane saw every facial detail fully due to the heavy layers of makeup and the dark eye shadow and long, thick lashes. Maybe she didn't just crawl out of bed. It would take hours to get that much makeup on. Where'n the hell did a nice lookin' guy like Ben get such a frizzled looking chick?

It was none of Jane's business, but she was concerned about Frankie's welfare. What would an innocent child like him think of the blonde that clung to Ben's are as they entered the house?

She wasn't Ben's type! Jane remembered his dead wife and how sweet Mary was. This chick didn't have a sweet look about her at all! What was Ben thinking about?

Well, this ruined Jane's plans to go trotting over in her flowered shift complete with a homey apron and ask if he liked his cookies.

So much for asking her friend for a screw tonight ... and probably every night! She wasn't gonna play second fiddle to the jail's overflow of hookers.

Jane felt ashamed of her thoughts. Ben wouldn't bring a hooker home! He had better sense than that! He'd be a good vice cop and bust her. She'd known him too long to ever think he'd pick a tramp! Just the same, no cock that fucked her hole was ever gonna fuck Jane's! That was dumb, too. How did Jane know Ben would screw some dirty, smelly tube that that fat-assed lady had? He'd be more careful than to risk VD, wouldn't he?

Jane thought her mind was in the gutter due to her newly found sexual desires. Maybe the lady was from the PTA. Or a music teacher for Frankie and his new guitar.

Jane walked away from the window and mumbled to herself that the blonde looked like a street walker and no street walker was gonna use Ben's prick and then leave it for Jane! No way!

Even if Ben wasn't particularly careful of what he balled, Jane was. She wanted a fresh, young, clean dick ... like Frankie's. There she went again thinking about that young boy. She was gonna have to stop that or she really would go through with her intentions of screwing that child. It was a marvelous idea, but nasty, perverted, and wicked! She loved it!

Jane decided to lay on the couch and watch a little television before she got herself something to eat for dinner. Her plans were shot for seducing Ben tonight. She might as well content herself with something else.

She fell asleep during the boring movie on television. She didn't care for the boob tube that much anyway. She slept restlessly on the couch. She'd wake up and the dumb movie was still on so she tried to doze again. One thing she knew, television was better later in the evening. She'd eat then while she watched something like "The Rookies" or whatever detective program was on. She didn't pay that much attention to the scheduling of programs. She did always watch the cops and robbers when she remembered. She loved them because Ben was a cop and a good friend. She couldn't think of him being anything but noble, conscientious, and honorable.

Where, then, did he get that damned floozy?

She was depressed about her plans to fuck the noble cop so she closed her eyes tight and tried to sleep through the rest of the stupid movie.

She rested her hands on her boobs. Such a waste! To have to touch her own titties was a genuine waste when there had to be somebody out there in that horny world to touch them for her. Somebody older than fourteen and not a cop with a dumb broad in his house.

Maybe the vice scene had got to Ben? She'd seen it happen on her television set. She just knew he'd never let a hooker get away from being busted so he could take it out in trade! Not her good, good friend!

He was a man with a sex drive, wasn't he? If the tables were turned and she was a vice cop and some pimp with a bulge in his pants that matched her fat ass and boobs ... would Jane bring the dude home? Might be tempting but definitely out of character for her. She couldn't imagine herself in such a situation. She was a frumpy housewife and had never even seen a pimp with a bulge, much less a whore. Then how could she think old Blondie over there was anything but a nice lady?

Jane turned over on the couch and tried to force sleep upon herself. She couldn't, so she just tossed and turned until she heard a knock on her front door.

She was so lonely she'd even welcome a salesman at this point. She went to the door and opened it and there stood Frankie!

Her heart jumped frantically!

She ushered the boy in. She was so happy to see him! He'd come back for awhile.

She watched him slump on the couch and stretch out his long skinny legs. He wasn't smiling as he rested his soft, smooth face on his hand. He propped up his head on his elbow-bent arm.

"What's the matter, dear?" she asked. She went to sit beside him.

"Oh, nuthin'," he said, mumbling.

"Have you eaten dinner?"

He shook his head.

Jane went to the kitchen and urged the slim boy to come out with her. She rummaged through the fridge to see what she could come up with. She wanted to please the child since he ate with her so seldom. She set to work brewing a pot of spaghetti sauce with peppers and mushrooms. She knew he loved that and garlic bread.

She jabbered to the boy how glad she was he'd stay to dinner with her. She hated to cook for just herself. It was very dull and boring to live alone. She missed him so much since he stayed home so much.

She opened a coke for him and set it on the table as she bustled around the warm kitchen. Momentarily she forgot her horniness. She was so thankful she had her Frankie for awhile. She detested being alone. The evenings were so long and in general her life dragged by instead of being full. Maybe he'd stay for a while after dinner and visit. Then she wouldn't have to drag through another tiresome evening of watching television alone and going to bed alone and getting up to the big, empty house. She lived in a huge casket all by herself.

It was different now. She had her lovely baby with her and once more the music banged from the stereo and delicious aromas filled the house. The lights were on throughout the big house and life was in it!

Jane beamed as she cooked for her baby. She babbled on and on to Frankie as he sipped his coke.

Frankie told her his dad had brought home a girl friend.

Jane nodded. She had seen. Why didn't Frankie stay over there and talk to her and his dad? Maybe his dad was lonely. Lord knew, Jane knew how that was. Maybe his dad was thinking of getting married. Jane hadn't noticed that Ben brought women home before.

Frankie agreed that his dad hadn't brought anybody home before. He hoped to God this wasn't the one he was gonna marry ... if he was gonna marry at all! Frankie thought that if his dad married anybody it ought to be Jane. She was his mother! Jane was all he could remember as having for a mother and if he had his choice, she'd move in with his dad and him!

Jane was flattered and warmed by the boy's words. She hugged him to her full boobs.

Frankie took a peep down her neck to observe her rounded domes capped with rosebuds.

Jane asked Frankie what he didn't like about the "lady" his dad had brought home.

He shrugged his slender shoulders. She just wasn't like a "mom" should be. He couldn't think of her as anything but a friend of his dad's. They were all gonna eat over there and this lady, her name was Marge, didn't know how to cook so his dad sent out for chicken. If the two of them could ever quit drinking booze, maybe they'd eat. Frankie didn't know. The two of them just looked at each other and clinked glasses and drank. They looked at each other funny. Like in some smoochie, gushy movie. They didn't talk to him at all. He bet they didn't even notice he was gone!

Jane smiled knowing that they were well aware that he was gone. She wondered how long it would take them to hit the floor or the bed?

She assured Frankie that he was important to her and that she noticed when he was with her and when he was at home. She said his dad did, too. Ben loved his son, she said, said.

Jane knew what it felt like not to have one living soul care about you, where you went or if you went. Loneliness was carved across her heart in great big letters! She didn't want this nice boy to feel what she'd felt for so long. She'd felt it even more since Frankie had tried to get closer to his dad. Maybe now, they never would get close if Ben was gonna bring girls (?) home along with his work and sleep ... what time would he have for his son?

She was happy that her morbid life was brightened by the boy, but she didn't want him to feel alone. There was no worse feeling!

She assured Frankie that, even though his dad was drinking with Marge, his dad wouldn't get bombed out of his head. Ben could hold his booze, especially since he'd started on this vice business. He knew what he was doing. He always could drink, and now that he was getting practice almost every night, she imagined he could hold it better than ever! Ben was no fool and he did love his son.

That's what she told Frankie. In her mind she knew she was gonna have a talk with Ben the first chance she got. The idea of him ignoring his wonderful son for some hussy! It was disgusting!

She stirred the sauce and started to cook the noodles. She set the table for two and put a candle in the middle. She said it was a special candle for special occasions and this was one!

Frankie squirmed uncomfortably. He felt guilty that he hadn't come over to Jane's more often. He knew she was lonely and it made him feel guilty that he'd ignored the lady he knew as his mom.

She had a way of making him think that when he didn't show up regularly he didn't love her ... and he did! She probably meant more to him than his dad! Jane was the one that had fixed all his hurts and helped him with his homework and gone to all his ball games. His dad didn't have the time. Oh, yes, he loved Jane very much.

The young boy told Jane that his dad and Marge were going out, maybe, if they didn't get bombed. Otherwise they were gonna stay home and listen to the stereo. He didn't wanna go home just in case they stayed home. He wanted to stay with her just like when he was little. He still couldn't see why his dad and Jane didn't get married and then they'd be a family, especially if his dad was gonna start bringin' women like HER home!

Jane dished up his spaghetti and topped it with the thick sauce and big clumps of hamburger. She cut the garlic bread and sat across the table from the boy.

She lighted the candle and it was special! As it burned it dripped different colors of wax down over the wine bottle she had put it in. The candle light made their dinner more like a celebration and Jane glowed inside as well as outside.

Her low scooped shift rubbed across her nipples as she reached for the pepper and salt. She felt the thrill of her nipple stimulation react in her crotch. Or was it that she had Frankie with her and the candle light and the whole romantic bit? That was stupid! He was a child! What would he know about candle light and romance? He was a lonely child that needed her love AS A MOTHER!

She had to smile to herself as she though about MOTHERFUCKERS! She'd love to love him like that! MOTHERFUCKERS AND COCKSUCKERS! How delicious!

Also, how dumb! Still her crotch wouldn't behave. Her clit tingled and her tubed spasmed for no reason. She felt drippy wet and squishy. She was horny!

She fought the feeling partly because it wasn't right and then because his dad was a vice cop. It was alright for him to fuck a slut at his house but he'd blow a fuse if she fucked his son! What was the difference?

That blonde chick was years younger than Ben and that was alright. For her to screw around with a young boy was all wrong. It wasn't fair! If Frankie had the equipment and would use it, why not? He could ball some girl at school and never get into any trouble but to mess around with someone her age was a no-no. A cunt's age made it right or wrong?

It was wrong to even be thinking such thoughts. Even if she was so lonely and horny she could just die and Frankie was, too. The two of them weren't right for each other ... even for one night. And tonight would be perfect! They both needed somebody to hold and reassure them.

Oh, well, back to the spaghetti. It was delicious! The way Frankie wound his tongue around some of the loose, stringy noodles was fantastic. She imagined what a talented tongue like that could do for her hot box. She sizzled.

Frankie watched the candle drip ... drip ... drip, and wondered if his dad would marry that woman he had over there? He felt pretty bad about that idea. If he had anybody for a mother it should be Jane! She had snuggled him time and time again against those full tits of hers.

He moved uneasily as he looked at her full, jutting boobs pressing against her printed shift. He was sure he saw her nipples. He blushed in the candle light at his own thoughts. He hoped she didn't see his red face. Being the motherly type she was, she'd wonder what was wrong with him and he'd hate to tell her ... he couldn't!

After dinner Jane piled up the dishes. She wasn't gonna waste good time washing them when she had somebody to talk to. The dishes could wait.

She told Frankie that if he wanted to take a shower before the movie on television to go right ahead ... or if he wanted, wait. Whatever he wanted to do was fine. They could have pop corn later or she still had some cookies and milk. She also had ice cream and some chocolate cake. Whatever the boy wanted was fine. After all, he knew where everything was and to act like it used to be when he was a little boy.

She showed him the room he slept in before. She still had it the way he'd wanted it. The red, white, and blue bedspread on the single bed. All his childhood toys that she and Jim had bought for him, his little school desk in the corner ... they were all there.

In his younger years Frankie had had two complete setups, one at home and one at her house. When he'd spent more and more time at home with his dad, she'd just left the room the way it'd been. She still had her bedroom and another to spare. She wanted to keep his room the same ' forever. Even if he wasn't her own son, it was as thought he was.

She looked at young Frankie and watched him try out his bed. A tear came to her brown eyes as she remembered the times she'd tucked him into bed and listened to his prayers ... to take care of mommy in heaven, and daddy and Aunt Jane and Uncle Jim. Then when Jim had died, the prayer changed to both mommy and Uncle Jim in heaven. He must have said a private prayer after she'd left the room for his daddy to marry aunt Jane since that was his obsession now. She smiled.

To think she could think anything but nice thoughts about this kid made her sick. How could she possibly want to fuck him? His crotch did pooch out as he laid on the bed. It was only because she was so lonely that she'd think of messin' around with this child.

All she had to do was use control tonight, and tomorrow she could go look for stud service. She wasn't gonna be the wicked troll that dragged young boys into her bedroom and fucked them. And his dad was busy, so that let that little possibility out. Shit!

Frankie looked up at Jane and smiled a contented grin. This was his home, too. He was loved and wanted even if his dad was busy tonight with that lady. He noticed from the angle he hung over the end of the bed that he could see up past Jane's knees to her thighs. He could almost see her snatch! He better move or she'd catch him lookin'.

He sat up on the bottom of the bed and picked up his old football that was on the counter. He tossed it nervously in the air. His face was flushed either from hanging his head over the end of the bed or what he saw.

Jane sat in his little, wooden rocker and watched the youngster toss the football. If her child had lived he'd be just slightly younger than Frankie. How wonderful to have a son like this child! She wouldn't be alone in the big house she'd thought of filling with laughing, bubbling kids. Her life hadn't worked out the way she had planned at all. Her baby had died and so had her husband. She thought maybe someplace in the back of her mind she'd thought of marrying Ben and being a family to rear Frankie. That hadn't worked out, either. Of course she hadn't done anything to promote an affair or stimulate Ben into thinking of her as anything except a good friend.

She looked down at her body and sighed.

Frankie asked what was the matter.

She explained to the child that she could in no way compete with that floozie over at his house. What did she have to offer? She was too fat and had short, brown hair and didn't wear the makeup. She wore a dumb shift with an apron over it ... and the apron wasn't even seductive! If Frankie thought she and his dad ought to get married so the three of them could live happily ever after, she'd have to make some drastic changes! It would take her forever to get a skinny waistline like that blonde chick had. She hated diets! She loved to cook and thought that was what men liked ... good food, a contented wife, a clean house along with the bedroom privileges.

Jane thought it over. Ben had everything except the bedroom deal. He had paid a woman to clean his house and Jane always sent over hot, steaming dishes of food and the cleaning lady did the washing and ironing. All he needed was a broad and tonight he had one!

Jane was upset about it! She never thought one way or the other about Ben's sex life or her own. She'd been dead in the ass for years; now she was alive and wanted Ben, only he had somebody. What'd he done the years before? He must have been very discrete about his affairs. Now that he brought this dingy blonde home, maybe he had serious plans?

Jane was depressed as she talked to young Frankie.

Frankie was upset because she was. He got off the bed and sat at her feet as she rocked, rocked, rocked in his little chair. He almost cried at having her upset and distraught over his father. He hugged her awkwardly and rested his face on her knees. He said if he had his choice for a mother it would be her and that she was pretty and wasn't THAT fat! So her hair was short and not long and blonde like the lady's next door, so what? Long hair didn't make up for the years Jane had put in taking care of him ... AND HE LOVED HER! His dad ought to, too!

Jane patted his soft, brown hair and told him things didn't always work out the way she thought they should. She had to fight back the tears.

Frankie hugged her knees and said when he got married he'd like his wife just like Jane.

Jane patted the child and her crotch was wet thinking what it'd be like to have a husband like this youngster. He'd love her no matter if she did look plain and frumpy. This boy loved her inner self. She felt the lad's hot breath sear up her mini that hiked up as she sat in his rocking chair. She tingled at the feel of the boy's hot face on her bare knees and his tears dripping down her legs and his hot breath up between her thighs.

She knew Frankie didn't know what he was doing to her in her horny condition. He drove her wild with lust! His long hair felt so silky soft on her legs.

She should move and get this kid away from her legs ... but she didn't want to! She could imagine his startled reaction if she made a pass at him. He was so young and having her do anything that wasn't motherly at this point would not be good for his emotional welfare. No matter what she had dreamed or wanted, she must use control!

The child was left out at home and needed her comforting, not her hot, simmering hole!

She got up and walked out of his bedroom leaving him sitting on the floor. Her frustrations mounted. Every step she took made her round ass swing and set of a chain reaction of the moving material on her titties and pussy. She felt her snatch rub against the printed dress. She should of worn her bra and panties and then she wouldn't feel the rubbing material.

She wanted to be satisfied by Frankie's stiff little whang, to feel loved and held, to have a good fuck! She couldn't rape this child that loved her like a mother. What would he think? What would his dad think? She'd be a horrible woman in the eyes of everybody! A lonely, middle-aged lady who was too round, sleeping with and sucking the cock of a fourteen year old? She ought to be tarred and feathered for her lusty thoughts.

Who knew what she thought? Nobody'd tell Ben. Surely not the boy. What would the boy think?

Frankie followed her out into the living room like a good, little boy and sat beside her on the couch.

They ate popcorn and drank Pepsi just like any mother and son would do. Only both were sad. It wasn't a fun-type evening with her crotch running wet with desire for the boy and the boy wishing the lady over at his house would leave so his dad could marry his dear aunt Jane.

They watched "Rockford Files" and "Police Woman" and Frankie was tired. He didn't wanna go to bed and leave his substitute mother alone. He'd done that too often. Funny how she was always there when he needed her, though.

His head drooped and nodded.

Jane told him to scoot over next to her and she'd hug him and hold him like she had for so many years before.

He scooted over and snuggled to her full boobs like he had before. He felt funny about it because he knew he wasn't a baby any more and he was very much aware of her heaving titties. She was so comfortable and warm and soothing the way she stroked his hair. His eyes closed in absolute comfort. He sure didn't know why his dad didn't want her round domes! She was so soft and loving! He opened his eyes long enough to peek down her low scooped dress and see the bulges of her jutting breasts. He sighed, knowing his dad was stupid! If he was a man, he'd love Jane!

She hugged the boy and felt his hot breath tickle down her neckline to her bare boobs. Her nipples stood erect. Her belly contracted and her sloppy crotch tingled with desire. She held the boy, soothing away all his cares and loneliness. Her heart pounded as she wished his young mouth was just a few inches closer to her nipples. Oh, his hot, young mouth would feel delicious on her rosebuds!

She watched him as he fell asleep in her arms and was torn between the love a mother gives her son and her lustful, gutsy craving to be loved and fucked and held tightly.

She rested her head on the boy's and dozed during the news. Her warm arms encircled the boy's tired, sleeping warm body.

Her body was limp in sleep and she fell back on the couch into a reclining position with the sleeping boy on top of her. Her legs hung to the floor and his were pressed tightly against hers. His face was on her belly just below her jutting boobs..

They slept.