She snuggled up against him, cooing softly. They drove through the night, toward home. He'd been talking, but she hadn't been listening too hard.
"…followed her this morning," he said.
"What, darling?"
"I said, it came to me finally. Over the phone, she'd said she walked with you to your car, watched you get in and drive away. I asked her if she was sure. I remember doing that. Then, when the call came from Ben Hepple's man that they were just checking out why your car was still in the lot, I thought I'd better let him in on it. Ben and his deputies have already got her and the two guys with her."
"Got who, darling?"
He turned his head and grinned at her. "You didn't hear a word, did you. They got Wanda. A guy named Stan, and a big jerk called Cy. They were ripping all over the place in a stolen car. Real brains, right?"
"Right, darling," she said.
He looked at her again, his voice full of concern now. "Honey, are you sure you're all right?"
She snuggled against his arm again and put her hand in his lap, running her fingers up and down the bulge of his crotch, feeling a faint stirring there.
"I've never been better, Burke. We've never been better. Oh, hurry and get me home and in bed with you before I do something dangerous right now!"
"Dangerous?" he choked. "Like what?"
She gripped his cock gently. "Like suck your prick off while you're driving!" she said huskily.
He shivered. His foot became heavier on the pedal. After a time, he swung into the drive.
"Is Tish home?" Ellen asked.
"Yes. I made her stay home. She [missing text]." He sighed heavily. "It can wait."
"Tell me," she said, taking his rmn, stopping him from getting out. "She was out fucking that terrible boy last night? You caught her?"
"You're an amazing wench," he grinned. "Now, how the hell did you know that?"
"I'm an amazing wench."
She got out. She took his hand. She led him into the house. She led him up the stairs. She opened Tish's bedroom door. Her daughter was lying on her bed in her panties, her firm tits jiggling as she moved to music that was too loud.
"Shut that off and come in here," Ellen said firmly. "Right now, just the way you are."
"With my tits hanging out, Mom?" Tish questioned rather insolently. "Daddy might get a hard-on, seeing me again."
Ellen sighed. "I know all about it, Tish."
"Bet you don't know what I caught him doing this morning."
"Bet I do, darling. Come along, now, into our bedroom. Because I'll bet you'll never in a million years guess what's going to happen in there."
"What, Mom?"
"You're going to learn something." She smiled oddly, taking her daughter's hand, too, knowing the two of them were casting looks at each other behind her back.
She closed the door behind them, though there was no reason to. But she wanted the feeling of utter privacy, because it was going to be a very private, very meaningful lesson.
She stripped off the pants and blouse Velma had given her. She wondered fleetingly if they were safe and happy now, enjoying each other before the formalities began, when she would live up to her promise and charge them with nothing.
Then she looked at the expression in her husband's eyes and the blueness of her daughter's, and she forgot about them.
"We're going to love each other," she announced.
"Ellen…"
"I mean it, Burke. Tish has to learn. I don't want her to have to go through life the way I did – being a cunt, the way she is now."
"Mom!" Tish blurted.
"They're using you, Tish. I know it. Your father knows it. I want you to know it. We're going to teach you the difference – what it means to fuck instead of getting fucked. Get on the bed, darling."
"Daddy! She's nuts!" Tish wailed.
Burke looked at his wife, then at his daughter and back again. There was a funny expression on his face.
"Peculiar, maybe. But not nuts, Tish, not nuts. Honey, is this for real?"
"It's for real. You're a good man, Burke. I didn't realize that until last night. I've cheated you. I'm going to make it up to you. And we're going to see that Tish's husband is never cheated the way you've been. Darling, I want you to fuck her."
"Mom!"
"Don't give me that. I've seen you eyeing him up, swishing your little butt at him, knowing full well that I wasn't taking care of him properly. Now I will. Now we will. The right way! Until you've learned. And then you can go get your own man, understand?"
"Y-yes, Mom."
"Ellen, this is…"
She looked at him. "It's both of us or nothing, Burke."
He swallowed. "You drive a hard bargain, Ellen."
She laughed softly and let his pants fall, taking his cock into her hands, pulling it freely and gently.
"You're the one with the hard bargain," she said.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy," Tish moaned, staring at his big prick, hooking her thumbs into her panties and pushing them down, baring her young, sweet pussy.
"That's only half of it, Tish," Ellen warned. "Wanting it. You've got to want to give, too."
She directed them. She touched and helped. She let them touch and lick at her. She shivered and came, watching them, seeing herself as she had been at Tish's age, starting all over. Starting right.
"Ahhhhhh, Daddy!" Tish cried finally, lifting her pussy up around his prick, coming hard. "Jack Feeny's a shit! God, I never knew!"
Ellen kissed her husband all over, thrilling to the way he felt so excited. "You didn't come in her, darling," she said.
"I saved it. I want to give it all to you!" he gasped.
"I'm ready! Ohhhh, Burke, I'm so ready! Give it to me, darling! Give me your wonderful prick and your sperm and your love and I'll give it all back! Watch, Tish! Watch and learn! Ahhhhh, my God! Feel me give Burke? Feel it!"
"Yes, Ellen! Yes! Ohhhh, sweet… ohhhhh, God! Ahhhhhgh!"
Ellen screamed. She lifted and screamed. Her whole body opened up. Her pussy sucked and pulled at the blasting, hosing hardness of her husband's prick.
She saw it then. In clear focus. She'd reached the formless shape, and now she was looking into the face of it. She clutched at him and knew it would never slip from her sight again.