Despite the rush and confusion Ann had been under to fix dinner for the evening, she found that she was all finished with quite a bit of time to make herself ready. The day had been one hectic decision after another, and with dinner due at seven thirty, she found that she would be able to do nothing else at five o'clock, giving her close to two and a half hours to calm down and rest. The August afternoon had been warm, and Ann was feeling gritty and dirty. A shower would make her feel better than anything else she could think of, and as there was no one else in the house right now, she decided to get cleaned up.
She stepped into the shower and allowed the almost hot water to splash against her naked skin, and relaxed immediately as her muscles unwound and the grime washed from her smooth skin. The jets of water were so comfortable that she wanted to stand in the shower forever. Lifting her hands over her head, she cupped them around the spigot, letting the water pour rather than blast along her silky smooth flesh, trickling down her arms and around her breasts, flowing along her belly and washing her thighs and shapely legs. She lathered her soap again and again, never becoming bored at rinsing the bubbles from up between her legs, and as the hot water relaxed her tense muscles, she massaged her thighs and breasts, reveling in the loosening of her tight skin. She allowed her mind to drift in the languid feeling. She had never met Roy, Larry's boss, though Larry had told her quite a bit about him. They had met once or twice when Larry had come to Courtland looking for a job as an executive at the plastic's plant, and the two men had hit it off right away. Larry hardly talked about Susan, Roy's wife, but if half of what Larry had said about Roy was true, Susan would be something special. According to Larry, Roy had impeccable taste and would settle for nothing less than the best in everything. She was really looking forward to meeting the couple, and as they lived less than a nine away, Ann figured that they would be seeing a lot of each other.
Finally stepping from the shower, she toweled down and, in a fit of giggly boldness, walked the eight feet from the bathroom to her bedroom in the nude, feeling invigorated as the air whipped at her naked body. Walking to her closet, she looked at the mass of dresses she had hanging up, trying to decide what she should wear. Larry had told her to look her best, and that meant to wear something that was revealing as possible without being actually under-dressed. Looking through her wardrobe, she finally decided on a sky-blue chiffon dress, one that she had worn only twice in her life, and only on special occasions. It had a low, revealing neckline that showed much of her breasts, and the bottom hem was a very sexy four inches above her knees. As she slipped into her pink panties, she started to put her bra on, but remembered that she could not wear a bra with the dress she had chosen. Far too much of the lace would show. At first she was a little hesitant of wearing something that revealing, but she put it out of her mind. Her husband wanted her to look her best, and she knew that she would if she wore the dress. Slipping the flimsy clothing over her head, she ran her hands along the cloth to remove the slight wrinkles. She had put on a pound or two since she last wore it, and while it was hardly enough to ruin her shapely curves, it was enough to make the dress tighter on her body, showing beautifully every curve of her luscious body.
Sitting in front of her mirror, she brushed her hair, noticing that she hardly had to move at all to expose the red nipples of her full and fleshy breasts, and she found her gaze fixing on the glans. Each movement of her arms through her full, long hair rubbed the sensitive breast buds against the soft cloth, and she was feeling, against her will, a low, smoldering fire coursing through her body. It made her feel more and more excited, and by the time she had finished brushing her hair and rimming her lips with a flesh colored lipstick, she was looking at herself in the mirror, she gasped at her sensual beauty. She was very proud of her body, but even she was surprised at how good she looked. Her breasts jutted from her chest, barely covered by the skimpy cloth, and her legs were like tanned pillars underneath her nylons. Slipping her feet into her high heels, she gave her hair one final brush, and, as she heard the doorbell ring, sighed.
Gracefully gliding down the stairs to the door, she gave her hair one final touch up before opening the door. Larry was standing in front of the two other people, and as soon as he saw his wife, he gave a little whistle and nodded slightly to her, indicating his approval of her attire. Walking into the living room, he was followed by a man and a woman.
"Honey," said Larry, turning to the couple behind him, "I'd like you to meet Roy and his wife, Susan. People, this is Ann."
Roy's eyes were fixed on the nearly exposed breasts of Larry's wife, and Ann could feel a little shiver run along her spine as she watched him lewdly smile, as though he were stripping her with his cues and loving what he saw. As Larry walked from the living room to the dining room, Ann followed, somewhat glad to be away from Roy's lewd stare. She wished she had worn something a little less revealing, but it was too late to change anything now, and besides, she thought to herself, she was probably imagining things. Susan was hardly a woman to be snubbed for her lack of beauty. A shade taller than Ann, she wore her bright red hair very well, and her dress was even more revealing than Ann's, the plunging neckline cutting her black velvet gown nearly in half, and the inner slit ran all the way from her ankles to the middle of her thigh. It was much tighter on her than Ann's was, and Ann finally realized that Roy must have been looking at her out of appreciation, much the same way Larry was gazing at Susan now.
"As soon as Karen and David come down," said Ann to break the ice, "we can eat."
"You have two children living here?" asked Roy, removing his eyes from Ann's curvaceous body and lighting a cigarette. "Larry told me that you only had a son."
"Karen is my niece," offered Larry. "She's going to the college in the fall, and she asked if she could stay here, with us until school began. We saw no reason not to have her here. After all," he said, lighting a cigarette of his own, "this house is pretty big."
As soon as he finished explaining, David and Karen bounded into the dining room, and the six of them sat down to eat.
"Dinner was absolutely superb," said Roy as he pushed his chair away from the table in total satisfaction.
"Thank you," said Ann, lowering her head and blushing at the compliment.
"It sure was, Mom," offered David. "I don't think I could eat another bite. May I be excused?"
"Where are you going, son?" asked Larry, aware of David's hostility toward him.
"Oh, I thought I might go outside and run around, try to work off all this food," answered David in a tone of friendliness that surprised both Ann and Larry. Perhaps the boy was beginning to accept his step-father after all.
"Okay, David," said Ann. "Don't stay out too late."
"May I be excused too, Mrs. Dolan?" Karen asked. "I think it might be nice to go running with David."
"Well-l-l," said Roy, "the two younger people want to be alone. Well, let me tell you, there's nothing like a night to go walking in."
"We'll be running," said David, hardly able to control his embarrassment.
"Of course, David," said Roy. "Well, Karen, you don't let him run too fast."
Karen winked at the guest and walked out of the room behind David. As soon as they were out of the house, Ann looked to Larry.
"I don't think I like the idea of the two of them being alone together," she said.
"Aww, come on, honey," soothed Larry as he stood up from the table. "Young people have to get their fun too, you know."
"That's right, Ann," said Susan. "After all, David is becoming a young man. It's high time he took an interest in the opposite sex."
"I… I guess I still think of him as my little baby," stammered Ann.
"Hey, everybody," said Larry in a jubilant voice. "Who wants to see some of the movies we took while Ann and I were on our honeymoon?"
"Oh, now really, Larry," said Ann as she cleared off the table. "I'm sure that they would be bored by our home movies."
"Quite the contrary, Ann," volunteered Roy, "we would very much like to see them."
"There, you see," said Larry. "Come on. You can do the dishes later. Besides, you haven't seen them either, honey."
The idea of washing the dishes was hardly welcome to Ann, and it was true that she hadn't seen them. She walked into the living room and sat between Roy and Susan while Larry set up the screen and projector. Turning out the lights, he sat next to Susan and prepared to watch.
"Hey, where ya goin'?" asked David in a whisper as he followed Karen to a window against the living room door.
"I did a little looking around during the day," she whispered as she checked to see if anyone could see her looking into the now darkened room. "I found a movie hidden in the closet, and if what I know about my uncle is correct, it won't be a Walt Disney picture."
"I don't get it," said David.
"Just come here and watch. If I'm wrong, we can sneak up the back stairs and you can fuck me on your bed like we planned. But if I'm right…"
David decided that he may as well humor her. He crept along the house and looked into the window. He could see that the room was dark, and the four people were sitting together on the couch. From their position, the two kids could see the movie screen clearly.
Ann sat back into the couch, the food she had eaten making her feel sleepy. She wished she could have seen the movies they took before they were shown to near strangers, but perhaps this would be funny. She watched and waited while the film threaded itself through the projector, and suddenly, she had a feeling that something was not what she thought.
A title, "Twenty Minutes in a Bedroom", flashed on the screen, and Ann sat forward in her seat, wondering what was going on. Suddenly the movie started, and Ann knew that these were not of her honeymoon with Larry. Or anyone else, for that matter. It was a color film, for one thing, and they had shot everything in black and white. There was a strange man sitting on a rather lavish bed, reading a book. Ann turned her head to look at Larry, and she was surprised to see that he was relaxing almost as though he knew what was happening. Suddenly, there was the sound in the film of someone knocking at the door to the bedroom. The man got off the bed and went to answer the door. He was met by a luscious blonde, wearing the skimpiest of clothing.
"Mr. Smith?" asked the woman in the film.
"Yes. Miss Jones? Come in. I've been expecting you for quite sometime now."
"Well," answered the woman. "You know how traffic can be."
"Yes," answered Mr. Smith.
Ann was sitting tight and tense in her seat. 'What the hell was going on here?' she thought to herself. She was about to ask out loud to Larry when she saw that the man in the movie was starting to undress. Ann was held transfixed by the incredible sight, and her interest was further enticed by the fact that woman was stripping as well. And then everything came to her. This was some sort of stag movie, a porno picture rather than the scenes from her honeymoon. Why was Larry showing this thing in front of guests?
She was hypnotized by the sights on the screen. The man and woman were completely naked, standing mere inches from each other. His cock was immensely swollen, and Ann gasped at the thought of him fucking it up into the woman's cunt. Surely it was too big. The man must be deformed in some way. His cock was so large that Ann wondered how it was able to stand up from between his legs.
The woman in the movie looked just as amazed at the size of it, thick, long and purple with the web of pulsing, almost glowing blue veins running through it.
Outside, David gasped at what he was looking at. He had never seen a stag film before, in fact, had only heard about them in the lowest whispers. What was going on, anyway? How could his mother actually be sitting there watching this? What sort of man was Larry to be showing this to his mother? David gave a quick glance to Karen, and was shocked by what she was doing. She had pressed her hands up under her dress and was moving them around along her tight little pussy. David wanted to say something, but he was suddenly aware of his own erection filling his pants, and he forced his gaze back to the screen in the living room.
Ann could hardly believe what she was looking at. The woman had gripped tightly the man's penis, a rod that was so thick that she could not surround it with her long, slender fingers. She was moving her hand along the turgidly pulsing length, stroking the cock, and she reached out with her other hand and placed the man's hand against the swollen mass of breast flesh, making him squeeze and knead the beautiful, well-formed flesh. Ann could feel her own breasts swell in sympathy, and she brought her hand up against the nearly exposed flesh of her own breast and touched herself, trying to relieve the shooting ache the picture was bringing on her.
Roy shifted his weight to relieve the tension caused by his burgeoning penis, and his motions caused him to graze across Ann's naked arm with his hand. He and Larry had discussed which movie would be shown after dinner, and Roy had decided to let Larry do the picking. He wasn't disappointed. The woman in the film was really something. Her breasts were large, and that tight little cunt of hers looked really inviting and juicy.
The man in the film placed his hand along the hotly glistening pussy slit of the woman and probed gently into it, pushing his fuck-finger slowly up into the warm, wet softness of her cunt. The woman opened her mouth and moaned as he fingered her vagina, and she lewdly spread her legs to allow him easy passage into the searing chamber of her now fully exposed cunt. She was stroking his cock faster and faster, and the two of them were making low, throaty moans of lascivious delight as they brought each other to higher and higher sexual passion. The man's hands were resting more tightly on the woman's breasts, and he had engulfed them fully between his powerful looking fingers. His face was contorted in a hungry look of lustful intent as he squeezed the nipples teasingly. The woman let out a groan of intense arousal, and she lifted her body in an attempt to impale her cunt on the rigidly throbbing cock in front of her. She pressed down with her hand and lowered the burgeoned rod down between her legs and trapped it there, a smile of triumph on her face from the hardness of it.
Ann gasped at the lascivious sight, and she was further shocked when she felt Roy's hand resting on top of hers. She hadn't felt him brush against her the first time. She had been too engrossed in the movie. But now, as she tried to follow the lewd and perverse sights on the screen, she was becoming more and more aware of what he was doing.
Roy had shifted his body so that his knee was rubbing against Ann's, and it seemed as though he had done it deliberately. His hand resting on hers gave her a little squeeze, as if to tell her that he was becoming aroused by the movie, and it was her duty to satisfy him. Ann was confused and uncertain how to react, and as she glanced in the direction of Larry, what she saw caused her even more dismay.
Larry was sitting with his arm casually flung around Susan, his hand resting on her breast inside of her dress. Her husband was actually kneading the naked breast of his boss' wife, and Roy didn't seem to care. In fact, Roy was making further advances on Ann's confused person. His hand was creeping slowly along her arm, inching its way nearer and nearer to her breast. Ann could feel her cunt begin to seep slightly from watching the movie, and she was in complete confusion at the touch of Roy sitting next to her.
On the film, the man had allowed his cock to move from between the woman's legs, and the huge bulbous tip was pressing hotly against her slightly spread cuntal opening. She was resting on slightly bent knees, opening her curl-fringed pussy mouth to the man's expected thrust, and finally he pumped his pelvis forward and rammed his cock deep up between the tender lips of the woman's pussy. The woman stiffened as the man drove his long, thick rod all the way up into her open belly, slapping his heavily swollen balls hard up against the soft red fringe of hair rimming her cunt mouth.
At the same time, Roy slipped his hand into Ann's loosely clinging dress and engulfed her now desire-swollen breast with his powerful fingers, squeezing it teasingly as he pressed his palm tightly against her nipple.
Ann tightened her body. What was she expected to do? She couldn't let this stranger, this man who was not her husband touch her body the way he was. How could Larry allow such a thing? Her thoughts were racing through her mind in distended chains, and she stared at the screen, wide-eyed and confused as Roy moved his face against her body and lifted her breast out from under the dress, opening his mouth and placing his lips around the passion-swollen mound, lashing out against the sensitive nipple with his tongue and sending ripples of confusion and delight searing through Ann's body. Ann was sitting on the couch with her hands in her lap, totally unable to fully understand what was going on, but as she felt Roy's tongue whip at her nipple, she was brought from her trance. With a violent surge of will, she bounced from the couch and ran from the living room up the stairs.
A confused Roy looked over in the direction of Larry, who removed his face from the full, luscious lips of Susan and tossed his head in the direction of the stairs, indicating that Roy should handle the matter in his own way. With a hungry smile splitting his mouth, Roy rubbed his hands together and walked to the stairs, thinking that he would show that hot little bitch a thing or two.
David was aghast at what he saw, and he wasn't sure what he should do. It was obvious that his mother wanted to be left alone, but it was also obvious that his step-father's boss was following her, and that meant no good, as far as David was concerned. Wrenching his gaze away from the seduction on the screen, he looked at Karen. She was smiling as she watched, not the fucking in the movie, but the sensuous stripping of Susan at the eager and skillful hands of Larry. She watched with lewd intent as he stood up from the couch and dropped his pants to the floor, exposing his hardened cock, clearly visible against the light coming from the screen. She gasped as she thought of having Larry's cock plunging deep into her cunt, and she wanted to have him, wanted to show him that she was as good a lay as Susan, and perhaps better.
"Karen," whispered David. "What's happening?"
Karen pulled her eyes away from Larry's huge cock and looked at David.
"I think your mother is gonna be fucked by Roy, if he has anything to say about it. And it looks as though your step-father is really getting it on with Susan."
David was shocked. Even though he hated Larry, he was his mother's husband, and she shouldn't be fucking with another man.
"I better go and see if she needs any help," he whispered as she turned her face back to the incredible scene in the living room.
"You do that," she answered. "I think I'll stay here and see if they need any help."
David hardly heard her. He was off and running around the house, coming to the back door and walking into the house as quietly as he could. He had seen his mother run up the stairs, and he knew that she would go to her bedroom. As he crept up the stairs, he hoped he wouldn't be too late to prevent his mother from being fucked against her will.