Timothy Woodling had gone back to New York for most of the week, and so Rachel had been able to spend all of Monday and Tuesday at the Cantwell house, in the company of her capable shop foreman Patrick Gregory, taking measurements for replacement furniture, carpets, tapestries and other bric-abrac, as well as showing Arnold's mother and sister samples of fabrics recommended for new upholstery. The job was progressing very smoothly. Most of all, Rachel looked forward to the following week, when her husband would have finished his hectic commuting schedule to the new account in New York. Only last Friday night, his mind occupied with plans for the firm's campaign, Timothy had tried to make love to her again-and the same disastrous short-circuiting had occurred again: for all of his ardor and commendably massive erection, be hadn't been able to hold back so as to prolong their union and achieve the simultaneous rapture she wanted so much for both of them to enjoy.
This Wednesday afternoon, Rachel was catching up at the office on North Michigan Avenue, while Patrick Gregory was on Franklin Street buying from the wholesale suppliers the sizable list of items required at the Gantwell house. And that was why, about half an hour before quitting time, she picked up the phone to ask the alternate sandy-haired receptionist Jane Carlton to send Dinah Williams into her office.
Golden-haired Dinah was twenty-two, had been hired by Patrick Gregory himself not quite a year ago, and Rachel was certain the two were having an affair. That didn't matter, since both had behaved discreetly enough on the job; but what did was that Dinah was exceptionally flirtatious with male customers, and on two occasions had broken Rachel's unwritten law about accepting after-hours dates with them. Now, however, that breach of propriety might well be turned to Rachel's own advantage.
She looked up at the sound of a timid knock at her door and called, "Come in!" Dinah hesitantly entered, her large sky-blue eyes meekly downcast, and her soft pink cheeks already suffused with a becoming blush.
"Sit down, Dinah. I want to have a very personal talk with you," Rachel sternly gestured towards the chair opposite her desk, and smiled to herself to see how flustered the golden-haired beauty had suddenly become. Her snug blue pullover sweater and hiphugging matching blue cotton skirt emphasized lush curves of breasts and thighs and bottom, while her heart-shaped, demure face, with ripe, sensually red, moist mouth, dainty little snug nose with widely flaring wings and deeply dimpled round chin suggested a submissive femininity exceptionally stimulating to the aggressive male.
"Y-yes, Mrs. Woodling?" Dinah anxiously quavered as she seated herself and crossed her luscious legs, smoothing her skirt self-consciously.
"Dinah, this is just between the two of us, and I want you to be as honest with me as I'm going to be with you," Rachel began with a brisk preamble. "Your work is acceptable, all except for your habit of trying to make an impression on some of our male clients. Now, let me ask you-are you and Mr. Gregory going to get married?"
The receptionist gasped and her color deepened at this blunt query. "Well, er, you s-see, Mrs. Woodling, Pat-I mean, Mr. Gregory-he met me over at Northwestern when I was taking night classes, and-well, we got to be sort of good friends. But-but I don't know about marriage. I guess there's lots of time, I'm still young enough."
"Of course you are, dear. But I gather, from some of the office scuttlebutt, that you aren't always, shall we say, a one-man woman.
Now Dinah Williams' face was flaming as she studied her twisting fingers in her lap. "I-I guess not," she finally managed. "I mean, it isn't as if I belonged to Mr. Gregory-we-we're just friends, that's all."
"I see. But I also gather you enjoy sex, Dinah?"
The blonde raised her scarlet face, then giggled: "Sure, doesn't every girl?"
"Some more than others, some less, Dinah. Now to come to the point-you're a most desirable young woman, and I'm sure that practically every capable male, even in his teens, wishes he could go to bed with you just from seeing you once on the street."
Again Dinah Williams giggled. "You oughtn't to flatter me that way, Mrs. Woodling, it might go to my head. I-suppose fellows do stare at me-"
"You know they do and you like it," Rachel impatiently interrupted. "Now pay attention, Dinah. I happen to know a very precocious teenager, who's never had a girl; well-educated, from a well-to-do home, who's going through the usual adolescent tortures of wanting sex but not being able to get it. I don't want to see him helped out by his chums in school or fall into the clutches of some streetwalker or scheming slut. But if he were to be initiated by a nice decent girl-a girl who enjoys sex and doesn't have hang-ups about it and knows the score-it would make a man of him."
Dinah's blue eyes widened. "You-you mean-you want me to-to break some boy in? My gosh, I don't know-"
"You'd be giving him the gift of manhood, and I think, since you love flattery, you would be enormously flattered by the way he'd respond to you. Plus which, my own gratitude would take the form of a very substantial bonus long before our regular profit-sharing dividend in October. As much as a thousand dollars, I should say."
Dinah stared at the brunette matron for a long moment, her cheeks still vividly red. Then, cat-like, she flicked her ripe lips with a pert pink tongue, squirmed in her chair, and murmured huskily, "That sounds keen, Mrs. Woodling. What would I have to do? Of-of course, I wouldn't want Mr. Gregory to-"
"I told you, this is just between us girls, Dinah. He won't find out from me. As to that, I might even help you make up his mind to marry you so you wouldn't go on being a distraction to every eligible male who walks into the shop."
"Gosh-would you, really? Well, I-I guess it- wouldn't do any harm, if nobody found out. Who is this fellow, Mrs. Woodling?"
Rachel Woodling took a deep breath. Then she leaned forward and began to explain…
Rachel Woodling had treated herself to supper at, Don Roth's Blackhawk at Randolph and Wabash, that nostalgic restaurant where, a generation ago, such famous bands as Kay Kyser, Hal Kemp and Coon Sanders had played for Windy City night-on-the-towners. It was a little after eight-thirty when she let herself into the old Gothic house, her eyes widening with surprise to find her blond stepson sprawled in a liv-mg-room armchair, wearing only pajamas and slippers, puffing nervously at a cigarette and watching her entry with an ill-disguised smirk of satisfaction.
"Hi there, Mummy," he greeted her with a nasty little chuckle. "Heather's off on a date-I guess you know that, though-and she won't be back till late, most likely, so it's just you and me for now."
"You and I, you mean, Timmy," she corrected with a friendly smile which took more effort than the youth realized. Turning back to lock the door, then to face him, her pulses began to quicken and there was a hollow feeling at the pit of her belly, for his eyes were fixing appreciatively at her charcoal-brown nylon-sheathed thighs,- then detailing the rest of her with a deliberate.and prolonged intent.
"Yeah, sure. You still gonna do what you said you would for Heather'n me, are ya, Mummy?"
"Till the month's up, Timmy. Yes, I always keep my word."
"Great!" He got to his feet, moving towards her, the cigarette dangling from a corner of his mouth. "Let's go to bed, then. Only this time, I want you to blow me, Mummy. Okay?"
Her face turned crimson. Though she understood the nakedly crude term, she had never done that, certainly not for brutish Matt Varney and not even for Timmy's own considerate and sensitive father. That was why it took a tremendous effort to retain her poise and to adopt a conciliatory, even cordial tone as she said, "Let's go upstairs, then. Besides, I've something to tell you, Timmy. A little secret just for the two of us."
"Sure, I'll listen. Now let's go," he ordered callously.
As she led the way into her bedroom, she could feel the boy's eyes on her, and a warm wave of sensual awareness made her shiver, knowing that in a few minutes she would be little more than a whore to her husband's precocious, young son. And, since she was gambling her entire future on this infamous bargain, Rachel Woodling suddenly determined to play her role surpassing well; in short to be a more than competent whore. For if she could bring it off with young Timmy, then, once with his father whom she truly loved and respected, it would be so much easier to take an erotic initiative which might once and for all be the very cure which Timothy Woodling needed for his humiliating impotence.
And so, just as the blond boy moved to the door to lock it with a smug bravado that proclaimed his perverse desire to exploit their bargain to the fullest, Rachel quietly said, "Timmy, do you know whether your sister has a vibrator?"
Startled by the unexpected question, he gaped at her for a moment; then, with a snigger, retorted, "Yeah, sure she does. Heather's hep, she's no square bimbo like you, Mummy."
"Would you get it and bring it to me, Timmy? I think I can give you some fun tonight that you'll like very much. And when you come back, I'll be ready for you."
"Oh no you don't, Mummy! I wanna see you do a striptease for me when I'm here, get it? No-go otherwise."
"Suit yourself," she shrugged. "Just bring it back quickly, then, so I can please you."
In a few moments, the adolescent had returned with Heather's small phallic-shaped battery-operated vibrator. He made an obscene show of putting it to his crotch before handing it to her, remarking lewdly, "I bet I get a bigger hard-on than that when you start working on my cock, Mummy."
"I should hope so, Timmy. Now I'll take off my clothes," calmly she began to unbutton her suit coat, shrugged it off, then the matching skirt. "Want me naked, Timmy?"
"Keep your pants on'n your shoes'n nylons for starters. We can go on from there," he said thickly, licking his lips as he sprawled into a low chair near the door.
Swiftly, she doffed her white blouse and then the filmy slip, standing in white nylon panties and bra, the narrow white satin-elastic garter belt sending its narrow tabs to hug her svelte, lithe thighs and emphasize the allure of bare olive-sheened skin above the charcoal-brown hose which clung like a second skin to the sinuous, elegantly chiseled calves and quivering thighs. Meeting his eyes levelly, Rachel now reached back to unfasten the bra and let it flutter to the floor; the fine jutting pears of her breasts thrust out boldly, and the blond boy straightened, his eyes blazing.
"Timmy, I wanted to ask-I know you've seen prettier girls at school. Do you have one, by the way?"
"Hell no." He made an impatient gesture with his hand, his lips twisted in a sneer. "Those underage little teasers don't do anything for me. I go for a grownup cunt like yours, Mummy, if you really wanna know."
She winced at the slashing word, but kept her gentle smile. "No, I was thinking of a very sexy girl I know. Nice yellow hair, and a much nicer shape than mine, Timmy. Lots younger too."
"Yeah?" he glanced at her suspiciously. "So what about her?"
"I told her what a terrific lover you were, Timmy. And she said she'd like to try you out, that's all. She likes young fellows, honestly she does."
"Hey, you trying to welsh on our deal Mummy? Cut out the talk and let's see some action."
"I'm going to do what you wanted, Timmy. I just thought it would be nice for you to have a girl of your own. We can talk about it later. Now want to get some cold cream-I'll be right back." She moved towards her bathroom, and the blond boy rose from his chair, frowning, watching her as she returned with a tube of mentholated cream.
"What the hell's that for? You gonna rub it on your cunt, Mummy?"
Her cheeks were scarlet as she forced an airy little laugh: "No, honey, on your cock. You wait and see how nice it's going to feel. Now take your pajamas of
Again he licked his lips. "Yeah, sure." Shucking off the tops, he tugged down the pajamas, and grinned as he saw her eyes fix on his turgid cock; it was, she realized with an inexplicable tingling in her breasts and loins, as long as his father's, the glans oblong and pointed, set off from the heavy shaft by a deep circumcisional groove. By contrast, there was only a light blond down on the gnarled, swelling testicles, which made the organ seem even more formidable, standing out as it did from a not overly, abundant dark blond pubic bush.
"Now lie down on the bed and let me try some.. thing with you, Timmy dear," she murmured.
"Sure. So long as you wind up blowing me, do what you want, Mummy,'" he mocked her as he swung himself onto the broad bed, pillowing his bead on his arms and smugly contemplating her. 'Walk some first, I want to see your tits jiggle. They're nice'n firm, Mummy. You're not too old for me, don't kid yourself."
"I'm glad you like them, dear. I hope your father does too."
"Yeah, I know, you wanna last out the month. Well, you do what Heather'n I say, maybe we'll let you finish up, maybe not. After that-hell, if Dad still wants to lay you, we'll vote on it."
She knew he was purposely frying to reach her1 denigrate and demean her. But she had resolved to play her role as cleverly as her woman's flesh and woman's intuition would aid her beyond this callow, smug boy was the man she wanted to stay wife to for long years beyond this degrading, secret covenant his two children had forced her to accept. She clicked on the vibrator and, smiling at him, put the tip of her left breast and began lightly to graze the olive-satiny flesh, upwards to the aureole, then to the nipple itself, and she gasped at the thrilling sensation, new to her. Surprised by this preface, young Tim lifted his head slightly to stare at her, his cock throbbing, angling up in all its violent erection.
She walked slowly round the foot of the bed, moving the vibrator to her other, breast, continuing to fix him with a provocative little smile. Then, seating herself on the edge of the bed and swinging her legs up in a lovely, fluid movement, she knelt before him, laid down the vibrator, and began to unscrew the tube of mentholated cream.
"Hey, why'd you need that stuff to blow a guy, Mummy?"
"I thought you were the hep cat around here and I the square, Timmy,"' she said with a husky little laugh. "Just let me have things my way for a bit. If you don't like It, we can always change to yours. And no, I haven't forgotten what you want me to do."
"Then tell me what you're gonna do-lemme hear you say it, Mummy," he challenged.
"I'm going to blow your cock, Timmy-isn't that what you want?" she pronounced the words casually and softly, eyeing him as if questioning, and now it was the boy's turn to flush and lower his eyes rather uneasily.
"Y-yeah, sure. Only I don't get it-oh, well, go ahead. But you gotta get my okay before we quit tonight, see? Or else it's no deal and we'll tell Dad we want your ass kicked outa here, get me?"
"Shh, you want to think about nice sexy things, Timmy, not hating me so much. Close your eyes now, let me rub some of this cream in," she gently urged.
Warily, he eyed her again, then grudgingly closed his eyes and settled back. Rachel Woodling squeezed the tube onto her right forefinger and median finger, recapped it, an4 then moved beside the naked teenager. Very gently, she touched the insides of his upper thighs with the greenish paste, and then applied a dab to each of his testicles.
"Hey, that burns a little, what the hell you tryin' to do to me?" he snapped angrily.
"Hush, darling, just relax.. In a minute, you'll see how warm and sexy it'll make you feel. Now I'll rub It in," Rachel soothed. Now she applied the rest all along the swollen shaft of his cock, from the circumcisional groove to the scrotum, with quick little rubbing movements of her fingers. The boy groaned, then writhed, his eyes wide and hostile and unwaveringly fixed on her bowed head; his fists clenched as if in readiness to strike out at her, but he maintained his passive supine position.
Her slim fingers caressed his thighs, working in the ungent she had left there with persistent friction; then returned to fondle and squeeze his throbbing cock. "Does it still hurt now, Timmy?" she breathed.
"Sort'a-hey-I do feel kinda horny, at that-my cock's hard as a rock-hey, start blowing me now, Mummy, I wanna feel my gism shoot right in your mouth, you hear?"
"Yes, darling, but you'll shoot lots more if you let me give you the full treatment. And you know, this girl I was telling you about knows even more tricks than I do to take care of a randy young man like you." As she spoke, Rachel continued to work the ungent in with the tips of her fingers. His breath had quickened, and his face was excitedly flushed. Sporadic rippling spasms began to race along his wiry thighs, which he had instinctively spread wide to give her full access to his bulging cock.
"Go ahead, but hurry it up," he hoarsely ordered, arching himself lewdly to her as if wanting to stick his cock into her mouth then and there. "Hey, now what're you trying on me?"
"Heather's vibrator. Just relax, dear. Oh, why don't you take a pillow and put it under your bottom? Then I'll show you what I really mean." Rachel had retrieved the vibrator and flicked it on, now brought it close to the taut tip of her stepson's throbbing penis, just lightly grazed it for an instant and drew it back.
"Hey, that's terrific. Wait a second-there's the pillow… now what're you gonna do?" he had reached back to pull a pillow from the head of the bed, arch himself up and shove it under his sinewy posterior. He stared at her now with wide-eyed surprise and curiosity, his body shivering incessantly now, and he put a tentative hand to his turgid penis. "Hey, whaddya know-it feels harder than when I started-you better start blowing me now before I shoot my wad right now, Mummy!" he panted.
"You won't, dear. Besides, if you do, I'll just work you up again till I can do it just the way you want Close your eyes and relax now, let me go to work again," she purred.
"Sure-g'wan-boy, this feels great!" young Tim hoarsely enthused, his eyes feasting on Rachel's dangling naked pear breasts as she crouched over him from the side. Now, the vibrator clutched in her slim right hand, she gently cupped his balls with her left palm and brought the tip of the whirring implement towards them, just grazing the taut sensitive skin over the heavily laden sacks.
"Ahhghghhhh-hey, that's super, Mummy!" Tim panted, arching and swerving his hips, his toes curling and twisting in neural reaction to the sensations flooding over his wiry young naked body.
Drawing a deep breath, the lovely half-nude brunette matron bowed her head to the tip of his turgid penis, brushing it with her moist lips, and at the same time probed with the vibrator into the ultra sensitive perineal groove towards his anus. "Raise up just a tiny bit, dear," she whisperingly instructed.
Feverishly rapt with carnal excitement, the teenager obeyed, putting his palms down beside him to support himself, and Rachel pressed the instrument forward to touch the crinkly lips of his anus; at the same moment it made contact, she took hold of the very tip of his glans with the edges of her red lips and imparted a sucking, lingering kiss.
"Ohhhh cripes-ahhhhhhh-ohh Mummy, Cod damn, that's terrific-oh, Jeez, I'll shoot if you keep that up, oh you gotta blow me down now, suck it all off, ohhh, Mummy, ahh!" he moaned, writhing on the bed, digging his fingernails into the rumpled sheets, his eyes rolling as she again touched the tip of the implement to his sensitized, puckering anus. All the while, her left palm continued to stroke and fondle his aching testicles, and as he shudderingly arched even more towards her, her lips accepted the full glans up to the circumcisional groove, and began to suck gently and softly.
The blond boy's face twisted, flushed with lustful torment, and then, driven by uncontrollable impulse, suddenly lofted his legs and swung them over Rachel's shoulders, his heels prodding against her smooth, deeply hollowed olive-satiny bare back. The mature brunette gasped at this symbolic gesture-that of a dominant master taking carnal emprise of his naked love-slave-but she unprotestingly accepted that spuming. For, inexplicably, Rachel Woodling had be-gun to sense-perhaps out of an innate masochistic inclination which she herself was not even certain that she possessed-that by so adapting herself to the insolent demands of her adolescent stepson, she was coming closer to comprehending the basic sexual yearnings of the unfulfilled male, and thereby would be better guided in her attempts to bring the boy's father that gratification and release for which both of them so earnestly longed.
Besides, the position was, she sensed, more exciting for the boy and thus more effective for her own imaginative ministrations. Having resolved to play the whore, she intended (and now even more, since she had learned how Timothy Woodling had found ecstatic fulfillment from the red-haired call girl) improvise and to learn all she could of wanton, uninhibited lovemaking. That he loved her, she was deeply sure and confident in that sureness; once the problems of young Tim and Heather were resolved, then by devoting all her womanliness and instinctive ardors to her husband, she would make sure that he would no longer need to seek the partnership of a female for hire in achieving sexual pleasure.
This, crouching even more humbly before the writhing youth, the fingertips of her left hand stroking his inner thighs and the sides of his contracting testicles, she directed the vibrator back against his anus with tiny little touches, then followed a persistent circular pattern as she rimmed the orifice, while her lips continued to implant sucking little kisses to the throbbing, swollen glans they retained within their moist, warm captivity. And young Tim, his eyes bulging and glassy, his fingernails scrabbling at the sheets, shuddered and pressed himself forward, wanting to fill her mouth with the entire burden of his agonizedly swollen cock. The acute warmth of the mentholated cream had sensitized his penis so that the lightest pressure of her lips was maddening, and yet at the same time was its own counteragent in halting too premature an ejaculation of his seething gismic essence. She could feel the jerking, twitching, throbbing pulsations which vibrated all along the turgid shaft up through the velvety firm tip which she kept sucking delicately, and from time to time his convulsive digs were his bare heels into her naked back made her shiver as, strangely again, she began to feel a curious, subtle glow in her own loins as if responding to his needs and passions.
For a moment she released his penis, long enough to murmur huskily, "Is that nice for you, Timmy?"
"Don't stop, for criyi, Mummy, Gawd, I'm going to drown you when I shoot-take it back quick, suck me, it's burning me up!" he moaned.
This time, she furled out her dainty pink tongue and lapped lingeringly at the glistening spear point of his cock, rasping just the very tip of her tongue all over the Inflamed, taut-skinned glans, then prodded the urethral lips, and drew a tortured cry of frenzied anticipation from the writhing naked boy: "Ohh Jeer, you're drivin' me up the wall, hurry it up and suck my wad out, a]l I got, Mummy, hurry."
"Just relax, Timmy darling, I'm going to please you," she promised. Her left thumb and forefinger pinched the swollen shaft just above the scrotum, her right hand guided the vibrator back along the inner edges of his contracting, sinewy buttocks, and her mouth opened to accept him once again; now, boldly, she closed her lips a little beyond the circumcisional groove, and Tim groaned hoarsely, his head turning restlessly from side to side, his hands now clenched fists which he thrust down with all his strength against the sheets. Sporadic tremors rippled through his body, and his nostrils flared and clenched incessantly as his chest heaved in the cumulative fury of a foreplay which was drawing him beyond even his own awareness of his hungry young rut.
Then again she touched the tip of the vibrator to his anus, and at the same moment furled her tongue along the side of his glans, her other hand stroking his Inner right thigh. The blond teenager stiffened, his head rose, and then a bellow of maddened ecstasy was wrenched from him his heels pitilessly flailed Rachel's bowed back, and she felt the violent hot gush of his viscous seed. Taken by surprise, she gagged first, then hastily swallowed, fighting to regain control, and at last managed to overcome the initial revulsion; by sheer will, she forced into her mind the thought, it's Timothy's seed, because Timmy's his own flesh of flesh, and so it's my husband responding to me by loving proxy.
At last his spasm was at an end, and with a moaning sigh, he sprawled his legs wide and off her servilely bent bare back. She straightened, kneeling erect, her face flushed, her lips stickied, and found him staring almost in awe at her. "Jeez, you damn near killed me that time, Mummy-where the hell did you learn those tricks?" he mumbled.
"J-just by-by wanting to please you, dear. Not out of a book In love, being natural and unashamed with the person you've chosen teaches you much more than any book."
He shook his head, then chuckled lewdly. "Boy oh boy! I gotta give you credit, Mummy, you got guts. I sure thought you'd chicken out-so did Heather. Hey-I bet that date of hers was some of your doing too, huh? Never mind, I'll find out what I wanna know from Sis. Hey look, though-" he pointed at his cock, still stiff and upright between his lewdly straddIed legs.
"It shows you're very much a man, Timmy, and this girl I was telling you about will think so, too."
"You think so, huh? Well, we'll see. Hey, you gotta take care of me again, though, Mummy. I can't go to sleep with a hard-on, now, can I? Whyn't you take your panties off and lemme flick you-only this time, you can have part of the- action-yeah, I guess you earned that much."
Rachel's face was scarlet but she unflinchingly smiled back at him and nodded. Then, as he watched open-mouthed, she put her slim fingers to the waistband of the white nylon panties and husked them down, lifted each knee in turn and dropped them to the floor, facing him on her knees in only garter belt and nylons. His eyes at once fixed on the thick black curls that framed the soft pink lips of her cunt, and she saw his cock throb and jerk, as if angrily demanding entrance into that tight warm haven.
And now that she had gone so far along the pathway of lascivious, amoral passion, lending her body as a separate entity from which all conscience and moral scruples had been purposely banished, Rachel found herself singularly aroused by the mingled lust and admiration which she read in young Tim's gleammg eyes and the almost awed rictus of his mouth. Even though her blushes deepened till they seemed to spread down to her throat and even her dainty ear-lobes, she picked up the vibrator, flicked It on again and, smiling unabashedly at the boy, brought it towards the silky black thicket of her cunt, and touched the crinkly coral-tinted lips here and there, shivering voluptuously at the erotic – stimulus that tingled through her, penetrating-or so it seemed-to her very womb.
"Jeez!" he breathed hoarsely, squirming impatiently over the pillow beneath his sinewy buttocks, "c'mon, take care'a me, Mummy!"
"I'm going to, dear. But a girl has feelings too. There-oooh-n-now I think I-I'm ready," Rachel gasped, touching her clitoris with the vibrator and feeling a molten lavalike wave of sensuality surge through her being. Then, moving to him, she grasped his turgid penis in her left hand, touched the tip and the circumcisional groove fleetingly with the whirring vibrator, and then, laying the implement down beside her, parted the lips of her cunt with right thumb and forefinger as she guided the boy's wildly throbbing cock into her now eager cleft, and sank slowly down atop him.
With a gurgling cry, young Tim hugged her, crushing down the splendid pears of her breasts against his heaving chest, his mouth gluing to hers, his legs clamping over her stockinged calves, and she felt his cock dig to the very hilt along the sensitized volutes of her vaginal sheath. Closing her eyes, she groped for the vibrator, and began to glide its tip over his hip and side, her left hand stroking his flushed, contorted face, willing herself to offer all of herself to the feverish needs of this precocious son of the man she deeply loved, for thus a stronger bond of the flesh could be forged between 'them all.
Under her, young Tim threshed and writhed, arching himself up with every sinew, panting and groaning, and the mature brunette accommodated herself to the unleashed demands of her inimical stepson. For she comprehended that this hostility had been born out of his ego and its rejection by his fellows. And by now, totally aroused as a woman who had deliberately -begun the ritual of passion and was now being inexorably drawn into its heedless vortex, she could feel the shuddering contractions of her vaginal sheath against his thrusting cock, feel the slow, thrilling, cumulating surge of burgeoning response… the elemental urgency that cast aside all morality and introspection and was timeless in its equation of cock and cunt.
She moved the vibrator up to his armpit, felt him jerk frantically under her, gasped at the violent frictioning inroads his cock was making along the tingling,- quaking, burning walls of her now wildly answering cunt, and, parting her lips to his, imparted the benediction of her soft warm tongue deep into his gasping mouth.
With an inchoate cry, the boy gripped the resilient oval cheeks of her behind and dug his fingers into them with elemental ferocity; arching himself up wildly, with every nerve and muscle straining, he rasped his tongue greedily against hers, and then the spasm seized him. Rachel felt the explosive triggering of his climax-though lessened in intensity from her initial oral assuagement-and then her trembling hand. dropped the vibrator and she cupped his face with both hands as she surrendered to the bubbling, churning compulsion that seized her naked body and made it writhe and squirm and grind to his in an intolerable excitement that plunged her down deep into the supreme abyss.
They lay sprawled, panting, both dazed by the primal savagery of that simultaneous crescendo, and then wanly, young Tim gasped, "Jeez, for a square, Mummy, you sure know how to fuck! And boy, were you ever right-it's better'n any book!"
"Of course it is, sweetheart. And it'll be even better with this girl who wants to meet you, Timmy."
Agilely, she rolled off the youth, onto her side, and then she blushed furiously as his eyes swept her nakedness. But the glint in them this time was not of vindictive hatred or contempt, but rather one of grudging admiration and almost incredulous gratitude. "You're not putting me on" his voice was hoarse, unsteady.
"I never lie, dear, and always keep my word-you know that now, don't you?"
"Yeah-Jeez, I'll say I do! Okay, now-look, Mummy, can you-I mean-well, could you fix it up for me?"
"Well, since your father won't be back till at least Friday night, I think you could manage to see Dinah tomorrow night-that is, if you think you can take on a gorgeous blonde with soft pink skin." Teasingly, she put out a hand to squeeze his now dwindled cock.
"Whaddva mean?" he blustered, then, meeting her cool gaze, blushingly grinned. "Well, I'll sure give it a try. Now tell me all about her, huh, Mummy?"