Chapter 3
"Why, Rog, I had almost given you up," Lucille Conroy said coyly when she opened the door to his ring. "Long time no see. Come in and take a load off your feet."
Roger smiled automatically. Kathy's mother was Miss Cliche herself, but he had to be polite. He looked at the ruffled organdy dress and ballet type slippers and was surprised to note there was no bow in her hair. She dressed like Shirley Temple had as a child star and talked like an old radio script, but if he wasn't nice to her, he'd never get anywhere with Kathy.
"Is Kathy home yet, Mrs. Conroy?" Roger asked, thinking the clothes were particularly unbecoming because, un-like her daughter who was plump and creamy, Mrs. Conroy was thin and sallow.
"No, she isn't, Roger, but come on in anyway and we'll have a nice long chat," the woman said, and suddenly gripped his wrist and pulled him through the door.
"Are you expecting her soon?" Roger asked, beginning to feel trapped. "She'll get here when she gets here," the woman said and giggled. "You're not afraid to be alone with me, are you, Rog?"
"No, of course not, Mrs. Conroy," Roger said, and let himself be steered toward a couch upholstered in pink imitation fur.
She giggled again and pulled him down beside her onto the soft fuzzy cushions. "I want you to call me Lucille, or better yet, Lucy. You make me feel positively ancient when you call me Mrs. Conroy."
"Yes, ma'am," Roger said, wincing inwardly and feeling as embarrassed for her as he did for himself. Didn't she know how ridiculous she sounded? My God, she actually simpered, and he thought only women in books did that.
"There's not all that much difference in our ages," she said, fluttering her eyelashes at him and patting his knee, "and you do seem so much older than your years."
Roger didn't know what to say so he didn't say anything while she settled herself closer to him, took his hand and placed it with seeming carelessness on her thigh and held it there while she beamed at him.
"Now tell me all about yourself, Rog. About your life and loves and plans for the future."
"Uh...actually, Mrs. Conroy, I think I'd better be going. I thought Kathy would be home by now or I wouldn't have come over. I don't want to impose."
"You're not imposing!" she almost yelled, and he felt her lean thigh press hard against his. Then the eyelashes were batting again, the giggle covering the flash of irritation, and the hand clutching his began moving it along her thigh from knee to crotch with feigned absentmindedness.
There could no longer be any doubt as to what she was up to, and Roger realized with a small sense of shock that Kathy's mother was more than willing to provide what her daughter withheld. This bony wonder was trying to make him! Who'd believe it? She must think he was starved for sex, he thought with amusement, but it wasn't so funny when he remembered that if he had come straight here from his mother's bedroom without benefit of Hester's efficient, if less than tender, ministrations, he might not be so impervious to the woman's meager charms.
"Would you like some music?" Lucille Conroy asked. "I like rock, don't you? I'll turn the stereo on, but you'll have to be careful. That wild music does things to me sometimes."
Tittering at her own daring, she bounced up off the couch and went prancing across the room. Her narrow bottom twitched from side to side in what was obviously supposed to be a seductive manner, and Roger couldn't help comparing it to the truly sensuous symphony of his mother's buttocks as they unintentionally flashed him invitations to forbidden delights.
The stereo came on, but instead of the cool progressive rock that Rog liked, the sound was blatant noise without content or feeling, the type specifically tailored to the-likes of backward teenagers.
"Mrs. Conroy," he said above the racket, "would you mind turning that down a little?"
"You were going to call me Lucy, 'member?" she pouted and tossed her head coquettishly, making her outmoded ponytail dance across her shoulders. "I think you need some oil to loosen you up. I'll go get that little drinkie I promised you. That'll melt the snow on the roof!"
She blew him a kiss and tripped off in the direction of the kitchen, and Roger had a sudden impulse to make a run for the door. He could be through it and gone before she realized what had happened. But what if Kathy found out he'd run away from her mother? Or what if that nutty Lucille took off after him and chased him down the street? No, he'd better stick around even if it meant letting her paw him a little.
The over-aged teenybopper came back into the room carrying two tall tinkling glasses. "You are going to call me Lucy, aren't you, Rog?" she asked with an arch smile. 'If I ask you pretty please?"
"Sure, Lucy, sure," Roger said and looked suspiciously at the pink liquid that filled the glasses. "What's in those things?"
"Guess!" Lucy said with girlish glee. "If you guess right, I'll give you something nice."
"I..." Roger was about to say it must be grenadine judging by the color,' but since he didn't want the threatened kiss, he took the wildest combination he could think of. "It looks like rum and strawberry soda to me."
Lucille looked surprised. "Why, you clever boy! You're absolutely right! However did you guess?"
Roger's expression was more a grimace of distaste than a smile, but Lucille didn't seem to notice as she paused to turn down the volume on the stereo and turn off all but one lamp. "Have to save energy, you know," she said and winked. "And here, sir, is your libation."
"Thanks," Roger said and took the proffered glass with a total lack of enthusiasm. During his days of kicking around the world with his father, he had learned to drink in several different languages but he had never heard of anyone anywhere who drank rum and strawberry soda. He doubted that even the flappers of the Twenties had ever served such a concoction to their thirsty jellybeans.
"I'll perch right here on your knee so I can give you that kiss I owe you," Lucy said. One thin arm went around his neck as she sat down and a high small breast pushed against his shoulder.
Roger shifted nervously as he felt the pressure of the braless mound and the heat of the restless thighs moving on his. As a temporary refuge, he took a quick drag at the ghastly drink and nearly choked.
"What's the matter?" Lucille asked, big eyes round with pseudo-innocence. "Is it too strong?"
"Yeah, too strong," Roger said, forcing himself to swallow.
"Well, you just sip it, baby," Lucille said, squirming around on his lap. "Take just a little sip-sip at a time and it'll make you all warm and happy."
The ruffled skirt hiked farther and farther up her thighs, exposing her bony knees and thin white legs almost to the crotch. The woman couldn't seem to sit still and the constant rubbing of the feverish thighs against his was becoming embarrassing. Up until now he would have sworn that not only was it impossible for this faltering femme fatale to arouse him, but that Hester's determined sucking had made him unsusceptible to any sexual assault he didn't want to respond to. Now he found that he had underestimated his body's powers of recuperation. To his chagrin, he felt his genitals begin to react noticeably to the unceasing erotic stimulation.
"Oh, my, he is a bad boy, isn't he?" Lucy giggled. "Getting himself all excited just 'cause a lady sits in his lap."
"Mrs.-I mean, Lucy-I don't think it would look right for us to be sitting like this if Kathy happened to come home. She might not understand and-"
"Oh, don't be silly! We're not doing anything, just being friendly. At least I'm not doing anything! You bad boy!" Her hand darted between them, found the, tab of his zipper and dragged it down before he could protest.
"Oh, my, you are a bad boy!" she husked with her lips against his as her fingers curled around the massive swelling between his thighs. 'I'll bet you're thinking all kinds of dirty things. I declare, I just don't know what the younger generation is coming to. It must be till those dirty movies and TV shows."
"Mrs. Conroy, I don't think you ought to do that," Roger said, debating whether to throw his drink away and dump her off his lap or to dump the icy syrup down her front and make a run for it
"Do what Rogie? What am I doing?" she simpered while her fingers busily massaged his bare and by now throbbing shaft "After all, you're the one who's getting all hot and bothered. I'm just trying to soothe your poor inflamed boy-boy."
Boy-boy! Oh, wow! I'll bet she calls her pussy a girly-girl! I've fallen into the hands of a retarded kindergarten seductress]
"Ohhhh, that's soooooo big! That's an awful swelling. I'll bet it hurts too. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Her voice was a breathless chirp now.
"Lucy...Lucy, please. Suppose Kathy walks in and-"
"Don't be silly," Lucy said, fingertips finding the round head of his cock and stroking it in little circles that sent waves of excitement rushing through his body. "Kathy never just walks in. You can always hear her scuffling with her beau on the front porch for at least a half hour first Kathy is an awful tease, you know."
Roger knew, but he also knew that the mother was. worse than the daughter, only he wasn't sure she was just teasing.
"So we don't have to worry about Kathy walking in. All we got to worry about is this terrible swelling in your poor little boy-boy and how we're going to reduce it."
"Lucy, I don't think you realize what you're doing," Roger said, breathing faster in spite of the fact that he didn't exactly find her the answer to a boy's dream of lust. She was going to have to either put out or shut up pretty quick.
"I know what we could do," she whispered. "Why don't we lie down on this nice furry couch with all these soft pillows, and then you and I together can figure out something real nice to do that will ease the pain something wonderful."
Roger had two choices. He could do what she suggested or he could push her away while he was still able and hightail it out of the place and never come back. There was only one thing wrong with the second choice-his dong was so stiff and swollen that he didn't think he could walk.
"Well, what do you say?" Her lips were all over him, pressing hotly against his, sucking at his tongue. "Are you going to let Lucy take care of your problem and you take care of hers or-" She broke off as a sports car screeched to a halt in front of the house and gave one loud final vroom before the ignition was turned off.
"Damn! That must be Kathy and that idiot jock! Why couldn't she have kept him out just a little longer!"
"I'd better go,'" Roger said, desperately trying to disentangle her hand from his throbbing shaft and get it back inside his pants, but having little success since the woman seemed to have the ability of a boa constrictor to hang on to a trapped victim. "I'll sneak out the back door and they'll never know I was here."
"No!" Mrs. Conroy hissed, reaching to turn off the one dim lamp behind the couch. "Just lie down here on the couch with me and I'll pile these pillows around us so they can't see. Kathy never turns on a light when she brings a boy in here and she never sits on a divan with him. My Kathy is awfully good at evading the moment of truth. No fellow has been able to pin her down yet."
"Mrs. Conroy, please...please let go of my dong! What will Kathy say if she walks in and finds me this way with her mother?"
"If you keep nice and quiet, she won't see you this way," Lucille said. "She'll be too busy keeping old glamour boy out of her pants to notice."
"But this is ridiculous " Roger muttered, hearing a key turning in the front door lock while Lucille dragged him down flat on his back, piled cushions around him and climbed on top, pulling her dress up to her waist in front so that he could feel that she was naked under it.
"Mrs. Conroy...Lucille...what are you doing?" Roger felt like the chaste heroine in a Victorian novel who suddenly discovered that the villain's intentions were not strictly honorable.
"Shhh, they'll hear you!" Lucy said,' pressing the length of her thin body down on his. "You've got to be as quiet as a mouse."
"Please, Kathy, let me come in," Jerry Henderson's voice reached Rog at the same instant that he felt his pants and shorts pulled down off his hips. "Please, Kathy, I just want to talk."
Roger tried to sit up. "Mrs. Conroy! Let me go!"
Lucille used all the strength in her wiry body to push him flat again, whispering in his ear, "Be quiet! If Kathy finds you with me, she'll never speak to you again!"
My God, I'm going to be raped! This is impossible! A woman can't rape a guy!
But Lucille Conroy was giving a pretty good imitation of doing just that. He felt his hard shaft being maneuvered between her thighs and jumped as the wet hairy mound shoved against it and began moving up and down the length of it The rubbery lips of her pussy were on either side of his burning flesh, clinging damply.
"Such a sweet old boy-boy," Lucille husked, "so long and thick and solid."
Roger opened his mouth to say something but the sound of voices from the other room made him shut it without uttering a sound. It would mean the end of him with Kathy if she caught him like this. She'd never for a minute believe it was all her mother's doing. All he could do now was shut up and let this crazy woman have her way, and after all, what would it hurt except his dignity?
"I want you to know I don't ordinarily do this sort of thing," Lucille said in his ear as she captured his cock in the narrow entrance of her cunt and began to engulf it "It's just that I feel sorry for you because I know how Kathy has been treating you-just like she treats all the boys, getting you all hot and bothered and then sending you home. It just doesn't seem fair...I mean, happening to a nice boy like you."
So now she was a Good Samaritan helping the sexually handicapped, Roger thought. Next thing he knew she'd be telling him she was doing it only for him and not at all for herself.
"I'm doing this Just for you, you know, not for myself. As far as I'm concerned, I don't go for casual sex or relationships without a real commitment." Even as she spoke, the woman's tight cunt was riding up and down Roger's shaft with hungry eagerness.
She was pretty good at it too. The rest of her might be skinny and unappetizing, and she had a vacuum tube for a brain, but there was nothing wrong with that cunt of hers. It was reasonably elastic, the flesh was firm, and the vaginal muscles taut.
"Kathy, please let me come in," Jerry begged. "You're driving me crazy! I've got to have you! I'll do anything you want...I'll give you anything you want! You know my old man, as long as I carry the ball for dear old U. he pours money into my pockets."
"I'm sorry Jerr," Kathy's voice was a sincere purr like it always was when she turned a guy down. "I just wasn't brought up that way."
"Listen to my little prick-teaser," Lucille whispered as she pumped up and down on Roger's cock and rolled her skinny bottom like a well-oiled machine. "Aren't you glad you're in here with me instead of out front like that poor boob who isn't going to get any closer to pussy than he is right now?"
Roger grunted and reared upward as she came gliding down the length of his cock. It felt good to shove deep into the wet softness, and if it gave the old girl an extra thrill, that was all right too.
Mrs. Conroy's breath was expelled with a little whoosh and she responded by rubbing her clitoris against the roots of his shaft. He could feel it like a hard little finger teasing his sensitive flesh.
"I fuck good, don't I?" the woman said.
"Yeah, real good," he muttered, wishing she'd shut up before Kathy and the jock heard her, but having to admit to himself that she was a hell of a lot better screw than he'd have given her credit for beforehand.
"Please, Kathy, I got to have you," Jerry Henderson's voice came to Rog as though from a far away planet, but there was no doubt it was excited and strained. "I'll buy you anything you want...I'll-"
Tm not for sale, Jerry," Kathy said. Tm saving myself for the boy I marry."
Lucille giggled so loudly that Rog was sure the pair at the door would hear, but apparently they didn't.
"Then I'll marry you!" Jerry said in desperation. "Damn it, I'll marry you! My old man will kill me, but I'll marry you!"
"When?" Kathy asked.
"Hey, how about that?" Lucille said, pausing on an upward stroke and cocking her head to one side to listen. "My little girl is going to get married."
It was a lousy time to stop to listen to a marriage proposal Roger thought irritably. She had started this and by God, she was going to finish it! He reached up with both hands, found her lean rump and dragged her down at the same time he thrust up into her. Lucille let out an excited hissing whoop and only the fact that Kathy and Jerry were making loud kissing noises kept them from hearing. The woman's bottom rolled in his palms and the inner cunt flesh revolved and massaged him so expertly that he was having trouble controlling his breathing. It sounded awfully loud in his own ears but he couldn't help it as he plunged in and out of her harder and faster by the second, bouncing her around roughly and scattering the cushions and afghan that camouflaged them.
"When will you marry me?" Kathy asked, sounding breathless from the heavy smooching.
I've got to have you, darling," Jerry said, panting like he'd run a mile. "I want you now, Kathy darling, now!"
"But when will you marry me?" Kathy's voice was determined although slightly less cool than before.
"Tomorrow!" Jerry almost yelled. "Tomorrow, for God's sake! Well drive to Vegas first thing in the mom-fag!"
"Okay, then you can come in and make it with me tonight," Kathy said "Come on in here. There's a couch over by the wall we can use."
It took the words a few seconds to penetrate Roger's consciousness because he was thrusting in and out of Lucille's avid cunt with all the fury of near completion and nothing short of an atomic explosion would have gotten to him immediately. But Lucy got the message. instantly and began to try to get free of the boy's hard-driving cock.
"Let me go...quick! quick!" Lucille wailed at almost the same second that Rog started to spurt into her, and Kathy turned on the lamp and stared in horror at the lustful couple on the couch.
Lucille let out a whinny of surprise and pleasure and came with a wild shuddering, her body writhing and jerking while her daughter and Jerry watched open-mouthed.
"Mother," Kathy screamed. "What are you doing?"
"We were...we..." Lucille disengaged herself from Roger's still spouting cock and pulled her dress down. "We were just playing doctor and nurse. Nothing to be alarmed about, dear."
Roger had grabbed his shorts and pants, which were down around his knees, and was desperately trying to pull them up.
"Roger Norris, what were you doing to my mother?" Kathy demanded.
"Look, Kathy, I didn't mean for this to happen and-"
"I'll just bet!" Kathy said, pursing her lips primly and glaring at him. "I never did trust you! And I don't think I ever want to see you again!"
"Yeah, I kind of figured you wouldn't," Roger said, tucking his deflated penis inside his shorts and zipping up his pants. "Seeing as how you just sold your body for a wedding ring."
"Now see here, young fellow, I don't want to hear any more talk like that about my fiancee," Jerry warned.
"Don't worry, you won't," Roger said and got to his feet. "I'm leaving."
"Don't feel bad, Roger dear," Lucille said coquettishly. "I forgive you. I know you were just carried away and couldn't control yourself."
"Yeah, sure," Roger said, heading for the door. "Have a nice night, all of you."