Charlie slouched on the sofa, disgusted and puzzled. What had happened made no sense at all. After his spanking, he had thought everything was fine. But, in the past week, nothing had happened. Less than nothing, in fact. His mother had been deliberately avoiding him. Maybe it was that time of the month for her?
Tonight she had thrown him out of her worn. Well, not actually out of her room. He had walked by and her door had been open. She had been getting dressed, and he had stopped in the doorway for a moment. She had grabbed something and held it in front of herself, then stamped angrily over to the door and chewed him out for "spying" on her. Then she slammed the door in his face.
Now she was out on a date with some character named Ross. He looked like a real jerk – pudgy and balding with pursed lips and a pink face. She could have gone out with Eric Jameson. He was tall and strong and handsome, and looked like a Viking. Instead she was out with a jerk.
Charlie wanted to talk with someone, but Ellen wasn't home. Had she and her father gone out someplace? The thought that they might be screwing added to Charlie's misery.
He reflected that there was one good thing, at least. He hadn't had a chance to tell Carla about Eric and Ellen's incest. From the way his mother was acting, there probably would have been hell to pay if he had told her. For some strange reason, she had slammed her mind shut. Charlie muttered vulgarities to himself.
The phone rang, making him jump a foot. He picked up the receiver, and growled into it.
"Charlie? It's me, Ann."
"Oh, hi," Charlie said sourly.
"Are you doing anything?" she asked hesitantly.
"What's the matter, Pete stand you up?"
"Yeah. His stupid car broke down clear out in Calabassas or someplace?"
"Leaving you all alone and lonely," Charlie taunted.
"Well, yeah," she agreed unhappily. "And horny," she added.
"Oh?" Charlie's interest picked up.
"And I thought, maybe, if you weren't doing anything, maybe like you and I could… do something. For old time's sake," Ann stammered awkwardly.
"Well, yes," he agreed, "maybe we could."
"Mom and Dad'll be home in fifteen minutes, so you can't come over here. I've got to get out before they get back or they'll third-degree me," Ann said.
"You come over here, then," Charlie said. "Mom's out on a date, won't be home for hours."
"Okay," Ann agreed. "Should I bring anything?"
"Just yourself."
"See you in ten minutes."
"Yeah." Charlie hung up, his gloomy mood dissipated as he contemplated what lay ahead. He began thinking about Ann's slender, petite body and her tight, wet cunt. It seemed, also, a good way of getting back at Ellen.
Ann made it in less than ten minutes. Charlie opened the door and eyed her curiously. "What's with the coat? Cripes, it's roasting out."
"Well, you told me to bring just myself," she chirped impishly. "So I did. But I didn't want to get arrested on the way over here."
She opened her coat and let it drop to the floor. She was stark naked. Her little nipples were rock-hard. Her pussy looked neat and fuzzy, as if she had combed it.
"You walked over here with nothing on under that coat?" Charlie asked, astonished.
"Uh-huh!" Ann giggled. "It's far-out. You should try it."
Charlie stooped and picked up her coat and hung it in the closet. "Huh! I'd get a hard-on in ten seconds. It'd look like I had a pole in my crotch."
Ann giggled again and pointed. "Like the way you are now?"
"That's your fault," Charlie replied, closing the closet.
Ann grinned, and struck a pose that showed off her graceful body, her gentle curves, the slight mounds of her titties. She had the build of a gymnast. "You're overdressed." She sniffed theatrically.
"Yeah, well, have a seat, and I'll be with you in a minute," Charlie told her. In his room, he undressed leisurely, tossing his clothes on his bed. Except for the hot knot in his groin, he felt calm and cool.
"This better?" he asked her when he returned to the living room. He stood in front of the couch, his prick pointing straight at her.
"Much," she answered, reaching out and stroking the underside of his hard-on. "You look good enough to eat, in fact."
"Be my guest." He stood with his hands on his hips, his cock bobbing in response to her stroking.
Edging forward on the couch, Ann opened her mouth, and embraced the head of his prick with her lips, stroked it with her tongue. Then she pulled slowly back, sliding his cock out of her clinging mouth.
"Yum!" she said, smacking her lips, swallowing his first hot drizzle.
Charlie gazed down at her as she leaned forward, taking more of his rigid tool into her mouth this time. He felt her tongue stroking the underside of his dick, felt his glands responding, felt his nuts draw up tight with tension.
Ann pulled back, and spit his cock out. He felt her saliva drying on his burning rod as she smacked her lips again. She was sitting with her knees primly together so her pussy was just a tight fuzzy triangle between her clenched thighs. Her tits were stiff and alert with excitement. If she hadn't been nude, and sucking a cock, she might have been at a tea party.
Charlie arched, and thrust his hips forward. His knees braced against the couch, he straddled her legs. His cock poked her in the face. She opened her mouth and took his meat yet again, let it slide to the back of her mouth. Her eyes closed as she took it down her throat. Her jaw was forced wide open by the bulk of his rod. Her lips circled his steaming prick, were a living ring around his tower. Her velvety tongue stroked the vein on the underside of his shaft, drawing hot driblets from his pouting cum-slit. His, groin suddenly ached with the urge to piss. The urge was quickly quenched by a sharp increase in his sexual arousal at the thought of peeing on her.
Ann slid her hand up under his balls and fondled them gently as she pumped her head back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. He felt the tip of his prick wedge into the back of her mouth, between the base of her tongue and her soft palate. Cupping his nuts in her hand, she blew him slowly and carefully, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could without gagging.
For a moment, Charlie tipped his head back, and concentrated on the exquisite feeling of her mouth on his seething dong. Then he discovered that watching her take his cock in her mouth accounted for half the pleasure of the blow job. He looked down at her as his bulky cockshaft entered her mouth. He debated for a moment grasping her head and forcing her to take more of his tool, then discarded the idea. The sight of her eating him so willingly was a thrill, a testament to his power over her. He didn't have to force her to suck his cock.
His prostate was knotting tighter as his excitement grew. He hadn't gotten his rocks off in a week. Instead of jacking off, he had been saving it all for his mother. He was on a hair-trigger, and Ann's skillful cocksucking was rapidly bringing him to the explosion point.
She felt him reach the threshold of his orgasm, and drew back. Charlie's cock and balls throbbed on the brink of a climax.
"Uh-uh," Ann told his prick, waving a finger at the pulsing shaft. "Not yet."
If it hadn't felt so great to be brought to the peak and then left hanging there, Charlie would have been angry. But he knew that she would take his load when it came, and that because she was tantalizing him this way his final come would be hotter and better than ever. So, Charlie thought of other things, and dropped back from the brink of I his orgasm. His prick even softened slightly. Then Ann's mouth embraced his tool again, and blood rushed back into it. It stiffened and swelled sharply.
The urge to pee got stronger, then faded in the face of his renewed sexual arousal. From experience, Charlie knew that a full bladder added a crazy note to his orgasm, a sort of a pain, as his body unloaded one fluid while retaining the other.
Ann's head bobbed, back and forth, back and forth, and Charlie rose to the edge of the precipice again. And again she drew back, left him there, right on the verge of spurting into her face. She waited until his cock shrank a little, then took it into her mouth yet again. Spitting his prick out, she looked up at him for a brief second. "All the way, this time," she assured him, squeezing his balls gently. "All the way."
Charlie just looked at her as she took his dick into her mouth again. He felt hot blood pounding into his shaft. He felt his knob sting as she sucked on it hard. He felt her tongue massage the underside of his rod. He saw her push her head forward. His cock slid clear to the back of her mouth.
Pressing her tongue firmly against the underside of his dick, she moved her head back and forth slowly. The warmth from her hand cupping his nuts made the jizz soften and flow like hot wax. It pooled, readied itself for the eruption. Her fingers tickled and teased the insides of his thighs, the sensitive curve of his butt near his asshole, the ridge behind his balls. Charlie shuddered on the jagged edge of an orgasm, fought to hold it off for as long as he could. Ann sent him gently over the edge by touching one fingernail to his asshole. It was like puffing a match to the flash hole of a cannon. Charlie's balls convulsed and a hot ball of cum blasted down the barrel of his prick, and slammed into the back of Ann's throat.
A barrage of jizz followed. Gob after thick gob spurted into Ann's mouth, overwhelmed her swallowing. Hot fuck cream pooled in her mouth as his prick lurched and recoiled, adding to the already huge puddle. She swallowed, and the pressing, stroking motion of her tongue against his prick triggered a new series of convulsions and still more cum. Finally, Charlie's body went into dry carnal heaves. His groin was one delicious ache.
Ann spit out his withering cock and sat back on the couch. She wiped the overflow of saliva and jizz off her mouth and chin with the back of her hand, then looked up at Charlie, obviously pleased with her performance.
His legs shaking, Charlie sat down in a nearby chair. "Thanks."
"Aren't you going to do the same for me?" she demanded.
Charlie shrugged. "If you'd like."
"Of course I'd like it," she said quickly, getting to her feet. With a graceful, lithe motion, she stepped up onto the arms of the easy chair. She leaned forward, and steadied her hands on the back of it. Her crotch gaped wide open in front of him. He could see the pale skin of her cuntlips through her curling brown hair. He could see her dark slit between her bulging labes. A ruffle of pink inner tissues protruded shyly.
She arched her back. Her pussy moved towards his face. She bent her knees, lowered her cunt to his mouth flapped in the chair, Charlie watched her twat approach. He wasn't unwilling to bring her off with his lips and tongue, but he wasn't exactly anxious to lap her cunt, either. He still needed to go to the bathroom, but it hardly seemed the time to bring it up.
Reaching out, he guided Ann's snatch to his mouth, then combed apart the twisting curls of her bush, revealed her cuntlips and complex inner folds of rosy flesh. Her cunt hole, surrounded by the petals of her twat lips, looked like the heart of a flower. Above that, also framed by her twat lips, was the tight hole of her pisser. Highest, where her twat lips came together in an inverted vee, was the pearly bump of her clitoris. She lowered her crotch on his face, and he pressed his lips and nose into her fragrant pussy flesh. He speared his tongue into her hole, and felt her thigh muscles spasm from the stimulation.
For a moment he sucked up her slippery, metallic flow. Then, angling his head back, he groped for the sensitive bud of her clit. He had no intention of tormenting her the way she had tormented him. His aim was to bring her off as quickly as he could, before he pissed all over the chair.
His tongue stroked up her furrow, between her hot, slippery inner labes, and rasped the nubbin of her clit. Ann shuddered from the unexpected stimulation of her nerve center. Charlie skinned back the hood protecting her mini-cock, grasped the bump between his lips and sucked on it, drew its stalk tight.
"Awww!" Ann moaned hoarsely.
Charlie ignored her. Pinching the shaft of her clit with his lips, he mangled the nerve-packed tip with his tongue, pressed it with his lips, rolled it back and forth. He tortured her every way he could think of.
Ann shuddered in reaction to the oral stimulation. Her slender body writhed as she was cremated with lust, as she was gored by the stake of desire being driven slowly up through the center of her body. The muscles in her slender, athletic legs bunched and trembled. Her chest heaved as she panted. Her small titties rose and fell sharply. Her nipples were rock-hard. The fronts of her thighs and her knees were braced against the back of the chair. She squatted on Charlie's face, then began pinching and rolling her own tits.
"Gah-gah-God!" she moaned. "Awww shit! Aawwww!"
Charlie felt her shuddering in the grip of her come, felt her hot, sticky juices flood down over his chin where it was burrowed into her cunt. He kept sucking and chewing on her clitoris until her trembling faded, and she went limp. Then he released her clit and pushed her off his face so he could breathe.
"Ahhh," Ann sighed, sinking down, straddling his strong, hairy thighs. Her juicy wet pussy was gaping open. "Oh, Charlie, you're something else!"
Charlie caught his breath. He could feel her cunt juice drying on his face. The need to piss had become actual physical pain.
"I gotta take a leak," he announced, urging her up off his lap. She got up. He ran to the powder room that opened off the living room. He was just about to unleash the flood into the toilet when the door was jerked open and Ann cannon balled into him, knocking him off balance. She pulled the door shut quickly behind herself.
Charlie thought he was going to die with the pain. "What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded. "Get out."
"Your mother," Ann whispered urgently.
"What?"
"Your mother and some creepy-looking guy are coming up the walk!" Ann whispered.
"Aww, Jesus! I gotta go!" Charlie moaned, and, not able to control it any longer, he went, while Ann looked on. The relief was superb. It bordered on the orgasmic it felt so wonderful.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"That's all right," Ann assured him absently. "But what are we going to do, Charlie?"
Charlie shook his head. "What can we do? Stay in here until the coast is clear." Considering the way his mother had been earlier in the day, he didn't think she would be exactly pleased if he suddenly appeared naked, with a naked girl in tow.
"I need to pee, too," Ann said suddenly. "Now?"
"Now."
"Oh, for God's sake!"
"Well, I'm sorry."
"I can't go out there," he pointed out.
"I know, I know. I don't mind, I guess. I mean, you went while I was here, after all. Move over."
There was an awkward shuffle as they exchanged places in the tiny room. Charlie leaned back against the sink as Ann lowered the toilet seat and sat down. He tried not to watch, but couldn't stop himself. He stared as she spread her cuntlips with her fingers. A neat stream of pee spurted out. She grinned up at him, evidently not the least upset.
"Kinky, huh?" she asked.
"Kinky," he agreed. He found the sight of her pissing strangely erotic.
"Sexy," she added, as she daintily wiped her twat.
Charlie pressed an ear to the door and listened intently.
"What's happening?" Ann asked.
"Don't flush!" Charlie hissed when she reached for the handle of the toilet.
"Sorry. What's happening?"
Charlie shook his head. "Can't hear anything."
"Is there any way we can look?" Ann asked.
Charlie started to shake his head, then realized there was. "Yeah, there is. Got a knife?"
Ann stared at him. "Now where would I have a knife?"
"Only one place I can think of," Charlie joked. "Never mind, this'll do." He had found a nail file in the medicine cabinet. Carefully, he pried on a spot near the edge of the door. "This thing was always coming loose. Dad had to pound it back. I guess he thought I was going to spy on our guests, or something."
Charlie's deft work opened a narrow crack. He put his eye to it and blinked. The couch was in line with the narrow slit, and his mother and her date, Ross Caldwell, were sitting there.
"Let me see," Ann whispered, wriggling in under him and putting her eye to the crack, too. "Who's the drip?"
"Ross Caldwell."
"He's a real creep," Ann observed. "Look at him sweat. Wonder what your mom's doing to make him sweat like that?"
Charlie shook his head. His mother was turned towards her date, and her hands were doing something in front of her that Charlie couldn't see. Then she stripped off her blouse, and Charlie gulped. She was undressing! And she wasn't wearing a bra, either!
"Far-out!" Ann whispered, her voice breathy with excitement. "How far do you think they'll go?"
Charlie wasn't breathing. His cock was hardening at the sight of his mother half-naked with a man. When she stood up and began unfastening her skirt, Charlie gulped. Carla let her skirt drop. She was naked under it, too! Charlie couldn't believe it. She had gone out with this guy, a stranger, with no underwear on at all. And now she was stripping. The fat slob was sweating like a pig.
Charlie watched his mother strut up and down in front of Ross Caldwell. She was showing off shamelessly. Sliding her hands up, she fondled her tits, thumbed her dark, conical nipples. She was arousing herself, and arousing the man in front of her. There was a visible bulge in his trousers. He was licking his lips nervously.
Carla bent forward and unzipped the man's fly. Her jugs swayed heavily. His prick lurched free, hitting one. His cock was thick and short and uncircumcised. The foreskin slid slowly back to expose the dusky knob. Still leaning over, Carla stroked his stubby prick tenderly. Incredibly, the man made no move to undress himself, or to touch her blatantly offered boobs or pussy or thighs. His faded blue eyes picked out first one erotic feature of her nudity, and then another, but his hands didn't move, just lay inertly on the sofa beside him.
Straightening up, Carla played with herself provocatively. She fondled her tits, pressed the soft warm flesh, tweaked her nipples. Then she slid her hands down her torso, down her belly, and into her pussy. Charlie couldn't see what she was doing, but was certain the man on the sofa could.
Charlie's cock hardened, nudged Ann in the back. She squirmed, and his prick slid up along her backbone. Charlie pressed his hips forward, and pinched his cock between his belly and Ann's back. He didn't take his eyes from the crack. His forehead was beginning to hurt, he was leaning against the door so hard.
Carla lifted one foot to the sofa, unknowingly giving Charlie and Ann an unobstructed view of her pussy. It also exposed her to the man in front of her. He was dripping with sweat now. She thrust her pussy at him and fondled it.
Charlie moved, began sliding his cock up and down Ann's back as he watched his mother humiliate her date. Carla was probing her cunt with her fingers. She drove one finger straight up into her snatch, drew it out, sucked it, and then slid it back up into her seething hole. Then she presented her drenched finger, making Ross suck her juices from it.
Carla laughed. It was a hard, cruel laugh. She dominated the man completely! He was a puppet in her hands.
"Bitch!" Ann whispered hoarsely.
Carla stroked and probed her pussy while Ross Caldwell watched hungrily. She spread her cuntlips, showed him her inner folds of flesh. She diddled her clit as he watched. She probed one finger, then two, up into the funnel of her cunt, humping her hips provocatively.
Ross started to move, started to get up. She put one hand on his face and shoved him roughly back down onto the couch. His cock surged higher. His flushed pudgy face was dripping with nervous perspiration.
Charlie's hard-on was throbbing. He kept waiting for Ross Caldwell to lurch up off the couch and attack but the man just sat there and perspired. His one abortive effort apparently was all he was able to manage.
Carla shuddered with excitement as she fondled her pussy. She was bringing herself higher and higher. The man's blunt dick was shivering in his lap.
Suddenly, Carla had both feet on the couch and was straddling the fat slob. She presented her pussy to him again, thrust her hips at his face. She moved forward, and lowered her snatch onto his face.
Gripping his head, she yanked his face into her crotch, then squirmed her hairy snatch against his mouth and nose.
His cock swelled and pulsed. He was incredibly aroused by the oral act he was being forced to commit. It wasn't at all like when Charlie had eaten Ann, earlier. Carla was cruelly forcing her date to do something he obviously didn't want to do. That was the source of his arousal – what was getting him so excited was not the act itself, but the fact that he was being dominated, humiliated.
"Jeez, what a jerk," Ann whispered. "She's doing everything but shit on him, and he loves it! Wish I knew a guy like that!"
"Well, I'm not it," Charlie told her sharply. "Oh, yeah?" Ann challenged, taking her eye from the crack and looking up at him.
"Yeah," Charlie said harshly. He gripped her arm hard. He was angry for some reason, and was taking it out on Ann.
"Okay, okay," she said quickly. "That hurts!"
"Sorry. Now what the hell's she going to do?" Charlie asked, watching his mother again.
Carla had finished scrubbing her pussy on the man's face and pulled back. Her juices were smeared all over his cheeks and jaw. He looked both bewildered and happy.
"Kiss my ass," Carla said softly.
Finally, Ross Caldwell's eyes came to life. He licked his lips, and nodded tensely.
Carla laughed cruelly and turned her back on him. Looking over her shoulder, she wiggled her lush, round butt in his face. She reached back and stroked the pale cheeks of her ass. She parted them, thrust her ass at Ross Caldwell's face.
For the first time, he used his hands! He reached up and tenderly stroked her butt. Then he spread her asscheeks with his fingers, and pressed his face into the crack. His lips were working eagerly. He looked like a kissing fish. He pulled back a moment, then stuck his tongue out and plunged it into the crack of Carla's ass. He licked her tail, bored into it until his lips and tongue were buried.
"Jesus!" Ann snorted. "That's sexy!"
"Yeah," Charlie agreed.
"God, that's got me horny! Wish we could join me."
"If you'll be quiet, I can slip it to you while we watch," Charlie told her.
"No problem," Ann assured him.
"Not where I'm going to give it to you." Charlie chuckled softly.
"What do you mean?" Ann asked fearfully, glancing up at him.
"Up your ass," Charlie answered, taking a jar of petroleum jelly out of the medicine cabinet.
"You – wouldn't," Ann whispered. She was both afraid and excited by the thought of getting cornholed.
"Right where that ass-kisser is sucking my mother," Charlie assured Ann. "Bend over and watch."
Ann shivered, but did as he ordered. Bending sharply at the waist, she put her eye to the crack again.
Charlie took a gob of lubricant on his fingers and smeared it up and down the crack of Ann's ass, probing her roughly, but not cruelly. "What are they doing?"
"He's still eating her butt," Ann whispered. "Jesus, that must feel fantastic!"
Charlie smiled, and greased his prick. "Yeah, well, maybe someday Pete'll show you how it feels. Right now, you're going to feel something a lot different." Carefully, he set the petroleum jelly aside. He placed the tip of his prick on the crack of her ass and nuzzled it in between her buns. "Jesus!" she whispered.
Charlie clamped his hand over her mouth. "Quiet." He put his eye to the crack in the door to see if anyone had heard her.
Carla was leaning forward. She had her hands on her knees. Her ass was firmly against Ross Caldwell's face. Holding her tightly by the hips, he burrowed his face into her ass. His cock was as big as it was going to get. It was a preposterously short, thick rod jutting up through his open fly. His hips were shifting and humping restlessly as he ate Carla's ass.
Keeping his hand over Ann's mouth, Charlie began driving his cock into her tight, resisting bung. He felt her squirming, felt her ring yield very slowly to his boring, driving dick. She whined softly into his muffling hand as his prick entered her butt. She was still watching the lewd scene on the couch as a cock was driven up her ass.
His cock burning, Charlie bored into Ann's shitter. His excitement flared when he put his eye to the crack again, and watched his mother have her ass kissed by Ross Caldwell. Charlie silenced the whimpers of the girl he was buggering and drove his prick deeper into her bowels. Her greasy bung almost seemed to suck his cock in near the end. He drove the full length of his towering rod into her butt. Her tongue lapped sensuously on the palm of his silencing hand.
Ross Caldwell was working harder than ever on Carla's ass. He was hauling back on her hips with his hands. It looked as if he wanted to smother in her buttcheeks. His jaw working, he ate her ass feverishly. Carla's belly was shuddering with pleasure. Her tits were quivering. A drop of saliva drooled from her passion-loosened mouth and spotted the man's trousers. She reached down and began to play with his stubby dick, began to jack his blunt rod. She pushed the foreskin up and down, up and over the purple knob, then down and off.
Ross Caldwell's hips began to hump more. He was twisting his head as if he was trying to wriggle up into Carla's ass. His hips jerked more and more sharply. He was obviously about to come.
Charlie pumped his cock slowly in and out of Ann's butt. He felt her whining against his smothering hand. She was writhing with pleasure as he violated her bung with his cruel prod. His own orgasm was drawing close. He was going to hose her bowels with jizz. It was going to be an excruciatingly exquisite coming. From the sound and feel of Ann's whining, she was already climaxing. Pie felt her asshole twitch around his prick. He drew out and drove into her tight sitter again.
Ross Caldwell's hips were bouncing crazily on the couch. Carla was jerking him off briskly. He still had his face between her firm asscheeks. He began to spurt. As his jizz burst upward from his cock, Carla caught his watery eruption in her hand. Some of it spattered down to stain his pants. Her hand shining wet with his spurtings, she continued to pump the skin up and down on his stubby tool. The last jettings were thicker, whiter, and more viscous and collected heavily at the tip of his rod before spilling down over Carla's fingers.
Charlie felt his orgasm burst through his guts and rammed deep into Ann's butt and unloaded. His cock throbbed heavily, pumped thick waves of fuck juice into her bowels. He pushed up hard against her buttcheeks. He felt her asshole twitching, trying to drive his cock out as he poured his load into her. As he wrung the last dribbles of cum and pleasure out of his orgasm, his prick began to wilt, and her crapping reflex started to drive his rod out. He extracted his cock from her bung very slowly and carefully, savoring every inch of pleasure from her tight asshole. He took his hand from Ann's mouth.
She let out a sigh that came clear from the depths of her being.
"You bastard," she whispered.
"You loved it."
"Yeah," she admitted. "But you're still a bastard."
"Which would you rather have? A bastard like me, or a jerk like that?" Charlie asked, indicating the sweating, drained man on the couch. Carla had left the room, left him with his dick hanging out of his fly. She came back wearing a bathrobe, wiping sperm off her hands.
"Here, clean yourself up," she ordered, throwing him the soggy towel.
Awkwardly, humbly, the man dabbed at his spotted trousers. He was embarrassed, and so was Carla. She was probably embarrassed for him, Charlie reflected, not for herself. Ross Caldwell tucked his prick back in his pants and zipped them up.
"Now get out of here," Carla ordered.
"But…"
"Get out of here," she repeated. "And don't ever call me again."
Cowed, the man left. Carla paced the room nervously for a few minutes, then disappeared. In a moment, Charlie and Ann heard water running.
"Taking a bath," Charlie decided. "We'd better get out of here."
"My bottom hurts," Ann complained.
"You'll gets over it," Charlie assured her. "Here's your coat. Thanks for calling. I enjoyed it."
"Don't expect me to do it again," Ann responded, buttoning up her coat.
Charlie went to his room, dressed quickly and slipped out of the house. He didn't want his mother to know he had been home.
He walked for a long, long time, trying to puzzle her out. She had rejected him, and Eric Jameson. She had experimented with a weakling, then rejected him, too. Clearly, she needed some direction.