"Scotty, where have you been?" his distraught mother asked when he and Melanie arrived back at the Townsend hotel suite.
"Doing what Dad should have done," the youth said, and glanced sharply at his father. "He sent Miss Jones on a job that might have got her killed. When she didn't come right back, he should have gone after her."
"It's a good thing you did!" Melanie told the youth. "Those men had me tied up, and they were going to kill me!"
"How did you know where Melanie had gone, son?" his father inquired.
"I overheard you two talking last night."
Quick glances were exchanged by Linc and Melanie.
"I'm just glad everything worked out like it did," she said. "Scotty was very brave. He grabbed a gun belonging to one of the hoods, and he made them turn me loose. We got the picture, too." She handed it to Linc.
"Thank God!" Bea exclaimed.
Her husband studied the cocksucking photograph for a few moments, then tore it into little pieces.
"That was your last fling, Bea!" he said. "From now on, you're going to stay home all the time except when I'm with you."
She offered no protest.
"Where's Sam?" Linc asked no one in particular. "I want him to get us out of this town as soon as possible."
"You may never see Sam again," Melanie said. "He was directing those hoods."
Linc appeared shocked. "Are you sure?"
"He was there with them! That was why they were holding me prisoner-because I recognized him."
"And that's not all," Scotty added. "You should have seen the way Sam was treating her, the son of a bitch!"
"Scotty, don't use that kind of language," Bea spoke up.
"Aaw, knock it off, Mom!" the newly self-confident teenager replied. "Who are you to be telling me how to talk or act?"
Bea blinked but said nothing further. Linc moved up to Melanie. "What did Sam do to you?"
"He fucked me in the ass," she replied simply.
He stared at her, then a little twinkle came to his eyes. "Well, did you like it?"
"Yes and no," she admitted.
"You're an honest young woman," Linc observed.
"She's the only good person in this house!" Scotty said, and left the room.
"If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get cleaned up and put on some fresh clothes," Melanie said.
"Thanks for what you've done," Linc said, holding her hand. "I won't forget it."
She thought about that as she bathed, returned to her bedroom, and got dressed. Linc's gratitude might prove very valuable, she realized, ensuring her a good job in the state's executive mansion.
She would have been happier about it if she had really believed Linc belonged in the executive mansion.
She had just finished dressing when someone rapped at the door. She opened it and found Scotty there.
"Miss Jones, can I talk to you?" the youth asked.
"Of course, Scotty. Come in."
She shut the door behind him.
"I want you," he said simply. "I want you the way Dad had you last night. I've never fucked a woman, and I want you to be the first."
"All right," she said softly, and let him draw her into his arms.
He was much more mature, more sure of himself than before. His kiss immediately communicated his new confidence to Melanie. This was underscored by his hands moving over her body, boldly exploring her buttocks and thighs, then coming up between them to cup her titties as she stepped back and looked at him.
"Scotty, you're really growing up," she said.
"Yeah. Thanks to you… Melanie." He had never called her by her first name before.
She quickly removed her blouse and skirt, which left her in white minibriefs and a flimsy bra. She hadn't bothered with stockings.
Scotty undressed as: he looked at her, and she took her bra off. By the time he shucked his shorts away, his boyish cock was at stunning erection, sticking almost straight up, quivering with the force of his youthful ardor.
Melanie lay down on the bed, and Scotty stretched out beside her. She caressed his stiff prick with a feathery touch as he toured her body, taking nipple-stretching sucks at her titties… licking her tummy and thighs… then taking down her panties and diving into her patch of corn silk.
He swung atop her.
The young boy's spearing thrust into her cuntal softness brought a gasp of delight. Immediately her hips began to go, and she thrilled to the vigorous stroking of his super-hard, adolescent penis. Though he wasn't as big as Linc, his eagerness delighted her. She pounded her pussy against his thrusting cock.
The door opened, and Bea entered.
Both her son and Melanie looked her way, but neither stopped fucking.
Bea's eyes widened. All she could do was to stare as she watched her erstwhile baby boy, who had seemed so withdrawn and shy before Melanie had come to five in the household, screw the pretty teacher with all the confidence of a swaggering stud.
Bea got hot as she watched it. She suddenly saw her son in an altogether new light.
As far as he and Melanie were concerned, Bea's presence didn't inhibit them in the least. If anything, it gave them added stimulation.
Melanie clutched the youth with arms and legs, rapidly bumping her hips against his fast-fucking strokes. He rode her manfully, and when he came, he quivered all over, grinding his spitting prick deep into her twat which spasmed hotly around him, letting him know in no uncertain way that she was climaxing, also.
"Oooh, my Godddd!" Bea breathed, as if in awe. "Scotty! You were wonderful!"
"Thanks, mom," he said casually, and got up, letting his wet, flaccid cock flop in front of her.
He had watched her screw so many times that he saw no reason to be ashamed of showing her his body or showing her what he liked to do with it.
Melanie knew her well, also, and likewise refused to be intimidated by her.
Bea turned and fled in nervous confusion, never saying what she had come to see Melanie about. Or perhaps she had just been checking to see whether Scotty was there. If so, her curiosity had been satisfied.
"Am I your guy from now on?" Scotty asked Melanie as he got dressed.
She bit her lip. "Well, I'm still your teacher, darling. We have to maintain that relationship."
"Sure. But after lessons… am I the one you're going to be with? Or," he added with a touch of bitterness, "are you going to keep on fucking dad?"
"I… I can't say."
"You mean, you like Dad better than me?" It was a tough question to answer, and Melanie averted her eyes. She really didn't like Linc, not as a person. But he thrilled her in bed. And he was going to be governor. That fact loomed larger and larger in her thinking.
Perhaps she was as self-seeking as be, she conjectured. The prestige of living in the governor's house, and the satisfaction of being his mistress, were too important to turn her back on.
Having not received an answer to his earnest query, Scotty obviously was hurt, and he left the room. Melanie assured herself that it was best for him, in the long run, if she didn't encourage his interest in her. As for herself, she didn't know what was best. She only knew what she had to do…