Chapter 6

Charlotte felt odd, ill at ease, and she tried to cover her emotions as she talked with her daughter. If Jan only knew, she thought; her fourteen-year-old girl would run screaming from the house. Just a baby, Jan would be terribly shocked, be disgusted and so upset. And Charlotte couldn't blame her.

"I-it's better that we stay over here for awhile," she said, and tried to be casual about it. "Mark is, well, he's determined that I marry him, while I'm not so sure, yet. So Elena offered us her home as a refuge, and we can plan our trip."

"Groovy," Jan said, leaning back upon the arm of the couch with one leg tucked into her hands and one foot on the floor. A slim and lovely girl, Charlotte thought proudly, trim and neat in her jeans and snug blouse. The inverted vee of her leg showed the sleek curve of thigh and hip, and Charlotte looked away guiltily. She was much too preoccupied with sexual things and saw sensuousness everywhere.

Her daughter had the same coloring as her son, the same richly dark blonde hair and hazel eyes; Jan's hair was long, drawn back and held with a barrette; her skin was suntanned, and her elfin face without a trace of makeup. So small, Charlotte thought, but with the hint of approaching womanhood about her body; little Jan, not yet five feet tall and weighing no more than eighty pounds. She was sweet and so innocent.

Jan said, "Hey; it's okay with Dune and me if you marry Mark. Mark's an up front guy, and we dig him."

"Thank you," Charlotte said, "but that's not what's holding me back. I'm just not sure."

"Okay." Jan shrugged it off and put both feet on the floor, straddling the couch arm and rocking slightly upon it, back and forth.

As Charlotte had rocked on Blair Chapman's arching body, as she had held his beautiful prong trapped within the hot, wet grasp of her vagina. Shivering at the recent memory, Charlotte forced her thoughts away from lovemaking, afraid that somehow they would reach out and contaminate her young daughter.

Jan said, "Where are we going on this trip? Just us, or are the Chapmans coming, too?"

"All of us together, dear. Won't that be nice?"

"Far out; that Blair is beautiful, in case you haven't noticed."

"Oh," Charlotte said, "I've noticed," and a warning bell rang in the far recesses of her mind. The situation would be impossible, if Jan had some sort of childish crush on Blair. The girl would be hanging around him, making a nuisance of herself, and getting in the way when he'd want to be with Charlotte.

She felt a twinge of jealousy and said something banal about the journey to clear the unreasonable jealousy away, for it was more than silly; it was completely ridiculous. Jan was only an immature child, a girl just budding into the nubile stage, while Blair had already made love to a ripe woman more than twice his age.

She'd have to come up with a reason to leave Jan behind, maybe send her off to a summer camp. The girl couldn't be getting in the way of what Charlotte and Blair had going, and the romance between Jan's brother and Elena Chapman. The travel bus would be confining, and the girl's presence inhibiting. Charlotte had no desire to lose the matchless intimacy she'd found.

But the problem of what to do with Jan could be solved later; now she had to be circumspect around the Chapman house, so her little daughter wouldn't suspect what was going on under her very nose. Elena and Duncan would have to be careful, too. It wouldn't be for long; the travel bus would soon be ready, and they could take to the open road.

"I'll go see Mrs. Chapman," Jan said, "and scrounge some food."

"Fine, dear," Charlotte answered, and watched her daughter's neatly modeled tail swing itself saucily in the tight jeans as Jan strolled across the living room and into the kitchen.

Charlotte sighed then, and wondered how she'd go about telling Jan she couldn't go along. It would have to be done, but for now, the girl could be happy with the rest of them. Sighing again, Charlotte went to the bar across the room and poured herself a drink.

The boys came bouncing into the house, wrestling and laughing, their healthy young faces shining, their eyes bright. They saw her at the bar and stopped their horseplay. Blair walked over to her, and Duncan grinned before making his way into the kitchen.

"Oh-please don't," Charlotte whispered as Blah-came up behind her and cupped both cheeks of her ass lightly in his hands. "Blair, don't let Jan see you doing anything like that to her mother, please. It would scare her silly."

He leaned against her, and she could feel his pelvis, feel the softness that was his penis and testicles; a shudder raced through her suddenly taut body. Blair kissed the back of her neck, softly, blowing gently into her hair.

Charlotte jerked away from him, her hands trembling and her breasts rising. "Jan's in the kitchen, Blair-if she should come out and see us-"

"Okay," he said, stepping around in front of her. "But she has to come down the hall and we can hear her, so kiss me, Mrs. Mason."

His mouth was young; it was soft and mobile and flavored with excitement, and she recalled how it had felt, along her labia and tonguing into her inflamed pussy, only the night before. His tongue-the same teasing, stimulating tongue that had sent her into blind raptures-it pushed insistently into her mouth now, and his slim, hard body came tightly to hers.

Swelling, lifting against the confinement of his jeans, his penis moved against her belly, and Charlotte went weak in the knees as he pulled her tongue into his own mouth to suck tenderly upon it, as his hands caressed the trembling cheeks of her ass, as he moved his crotch into hers.

When he pulled away, she almost collapsed. Catching herself, she leaned back against the bar and tried to regain her balance, both physical and mental. Her head was swimming and her flesh palpitating, but all her morals were screaming that this was so wrong, so wrong, and she was frightened that Jan might catch her at this-this sinful, insane debauchery.

"Wow," Blair said softly. "I don't think I can ever get enough of just touching you, Mrs. Mason darling. You turn me on when I just see you, and when I touch you, loss you ... "

"I know," she said uncertainly, "oh, how I know that. But I do have responsibilities, dear; Jan is-Jan...."

"A good kid," Blair finished for her. Then he said, "Jan's bright, too, and up front. She might understand what you're doing. Just as your son understands and digs it."

Charlotte shook her head. "No, no! I can't accept that. The girl is much too young, too immature. I couldn't possibly expose her to-oh, Blair; I love you so much, and I should have the strength to just run away from you. For Jan's sake, and for-for my own. But I just can't."

Eyes warm, bronzed and beautiful, he moved toward her, but she waved him back. She'd heard voices, and people coming from the kitchen. Jan and Duncan, kidding and giggling, and the sharp edge of her own guilt struck deeply into Charlotte then. Her children were so close, seldom fighting the way other kids did, getting along wonderfully, liking each other as friends as well as siblings. And here she was, lost in a maze of her own selfish sexual desires, allowing her own twisted needs to threaten the existence of that brotherly-sisterly bond. It was more than foolish, Charlotte thought; her actions were completely irresponsible and even dangerous.

Blair said to her, "We're just learning about each other, Mrs. Mason; wait until we feel it all, know it all, before you even think about running away."

She stared at him, her fingers clenched whitely about the glass she was still holding. "Blair, it almost seems as if you're older and wiser, and I'm only a girl."

"You are," he said, "only my girl."

So sweet, she thought, and felt about fifteen years slip off her shoulders; she was Blair's girl, his steady. And it was true that he was wiser in the ways of sex, as a boy ought to be. He had given her one orgasm after another, and brought her that deliciously forbidden oral love. At his tender age, Blair Chapman knew far more about doing it-no, about fucking-than her husband had even thought of; and even if her husband had dreamed of such abandonment, he'd never had the courage to try it

"Hey, mom!" Jan slapped up to her, that long, deep blonde hair flying. "Dune says our trip is going to be a blast, that we're all set to drive around and camp anywhere we like."

"Yes, dear," Charlotte said, and her heart sank. How could Duncan build up his sister's anticipation, knowing as he did that his own lovemaking might be slowed by her presence? She saw how Jan smiled at Blair, how easy and comfortable she was with both the boys, and wondered if she could ever loosen up and be that casual. But Jan didn't have the sexual inhibitions, nor the sexual pleasures, as yet, and Charlotte thought how changed her little girl's life would become, after she gave up her virginity.

Duncan found the stereo and got some music going, then turned and began to dance with his sister. They moved sensuously, rolling their hips and thrusting with the lower parts of their bodies, pumping their hands and turning slowly, slowly.

"Want to try it, Mrs. Mason?"

"What? Oh no, no-I'm sure I couldn't do that, Blair. I'm too-"

He slid close. "Don't say too old; you're just the right age. Let yourself ride with the beat, go with the music and your body will do the rest."

Charlotte stood there rocking with him, trying to do the things he did, and Blair said no, no-relax, hang loose, go with the beat. So she tried to, closing her eyes and feeling the music, the primitive throbbing of it entering her body and making bubbles in her bloodstream. She wasn't touching Blair with her body, but she knew he was there, and her thighs whispered together as she moved her hips; her breasts lifted and their nipples stiffened.

"Go," Blair whispered, and she relaxed more, swayed and rocked. Her titties told him how much she enjoyed his mouth on them; her belly rolled and she felt a quick moistness gathering in her mound as it said to the boy-man how wondrous to take him into it. She felt the cheeks of her ass loosen, jiggle, make little bumping motions.

Her dance was the remembering of sensations, the recreating of fucking, the reliving of hotly twisting ecstasy; her flesh tingled and her skin grew warm. Charlotte knew a kind of fluidness, a liquid flowing that strengthened her pulse and made her feel good, good.

"Wow, mom!" Jan's young voice cut sharply into her new dream world. "You can really go."

Charlotte's eyes flew open, and she looked down to see her body moving lasciviously in its own rhythm. She backed quickly to the bar and braced herself against its solidity, the realness of wood and chrome.

They were all staring at her-Jan and Duncan, Blair. There was something like awe in Jan's eyes, as if she had discovered that her mother wasn't an antique. Duncan's face wore a half smile, an interested look that made her curl within herself. Blair was frankly approving.

"Didn't I tell you, Mrs. Mason? You were really getting with it."

"Yeah, mom," Jan murmured. 'You and Blair were going great. You maybe ought to dance more often. You sure look different."

Incongruously, Charlotte thought: you should see me going great with Blair in bed, my dear. You should watch your mother lay it up to him, all naked and squirming, while he uses his darling mouth on your mother's aching, fervent box. You ought to take a look at your staid old mother riding this boy's prick as if it was the joy stick of heaven, which of course it is.

But if Jan ever really saw her naked and screwing and bitchy, Charlotte would just die.

"Come on, kids," Charlotte said through stiff lips. "Elena must have lunch ready by now, and we'd better all wash up."

Jan and Duncan dashed for the downstairs bathroom, while Blair hung back just long enough to dip his hand between Charlotte's thighs for a quick caress of her pussy. Grinning back at her, he was gone then, and her eyes followed his slim legs and tight bottom up the stairs as he loped easily up them.

She yearned for the chance to run up after him, to grab him and roll with him to the bed. Charlotte wanted him, craved him, as she'd never needed the weak and selfish man she'd been married to. This bright and brave new way of living had opened for her, and she didn't want to waste a single joyous moment of it. She was thirty-five years old, and it was as if she was a newly awakened virgin, just learning to fuck.

"Yes," she whispered, "fuck. Not doing it, because that can't describe fucking. It's a cop out, as the kids say."

"Talking to yourself?" Elena asked, as Charlotte entered the kitchen. "You might listen to the answers you get, you know; I peeped out there while you were dancing, and-like you put some of those nightclub strippers to shame. The kids were staring at you like they were getting ready to applaud; or something. Orgy in the living room, right?"

Charlotte drew a glass of water and drank it; her tummy felt no cooler, but she was a little more settled now. "Elena-what about Jan? I mean, we can't be-playing around with the boys when she's here. Not unless we're very, very careful. And I've been thinking about the trip, about five of us in that bus. It won't work out, I'm afraid. Sooner or later, shell sense something, or even worse, see something, and ... "

"No good," Elena said. "You got any answers?"

"It'll just break her heart to be left back," Charlotte said. "I don't know what to do."

"Then let it ride, baby. Things have a way of working themselves out; they've done pretty good so far, haven't they? Boy-I've never balled so much with any one guy in my life. That son of yours..."

Blushing, Charlotte busied herself setting the kitchen table, making a great rattle of silverware. Elena said, over the noise, "Okay, okay-it's daylight and I'm not supposed to talk about sex in the afternoon. Only it's not all that far from matinee time, and you'll have to keep Jan and Blair busy down here pretty soon, because that Duncan has been playing grab-ass with me all morning, and I'm just about that far from running upstairs with him."

"I know," Charlotte said, "I know-and isn't it wonderful, to have them so interested in us? Day and night, I mean-making sex the nicest, the most important thing in the world. More important than school or the office or business or anything."

"Yeah," Elena smiled, "and ain't that terrific? This is the greatest idea we ever had, girl. And look, about Jan-after lunch, can't you send her home for some things you need?"

"Someone will have to drive her."

Elena shrugged, and her breasts bobbled cutely beneath the clinging material of the blouse she wore. Charlotte wondered if her son kissed Elena's titties, if he sucked and nibbled on them, and the hot blood rushed into her face again. Elena said, "Duncan and me, then. We'll take first dibs on the bedrooms, like he has to help me with something, you know? While you and Blair keep Jan down here until he gets all done helping me. And I get done helping him."

There was no time for talking then, as the three youngsters came pelting into the kitchen, full of life and energy. Just being with them, Charlotte felt her own energy climb, an aliveness that brightened her spirits and added to her anticipation. After lunch; after Duncan made quick and frantic love to Elena upstairs, only Blair would be left in the house with her. So nice; it would be thrilling and eager to do it-to screw-in in the afternoon, maybe down here in the living room, maybe even on the floor, as if she was the most shameless bitch anywhere.

Charlotte didn't remember what she ate, only that her body absorbed its replenishing, and that she had never been more conscious of her flesh, her skin, her pores. She had to struggle to keep her hands from trembling, and her thighs kept rubbing themselves together in eagerness.

And in time, all the sham was over, and the house belonged to her, and to Blair Chapman.