Chapter 2

Angela made coffee the next morning while Danny was sleeping, enjoying a much-needed rest. He had fucked her three times after making the demand that she deliver Yvonne to him, and each fuck had made her more determined to oblige his obscene desires.

Her palms were cold with the sweat of apprehension while setting up the coffeemaker, and she felt a little better when she had downed two cups laced with bourbon. She had no idea how to approach Yvonne. The woman was so stunningly beautiful yet so standoffish, as if she had the world by the tail and she knew it.

She poured a third cup of coffee at exactly eight. Four hours remained. She splashed a double shot of bourbon into the mug and sipped on it, trying to think. I can’t walk up to an ultra-sexy platinum blonde divorcée and say:

Oh, hi there ... how would you like to fuck my son?

Worse, Angela knew that Yvonne worked nights as a cocktail waitress. She was used to sleeping late, not getting up much before noon ... if then.

Angela’s breath rasped until her chest burned. Her fingers trembled. If only I’d remained faithful to my husband, she was thinking, none of this would have happened.

But in twenty years, their marriage had grown stale. Frank’s interest in her declined as her sexual desires increased. The more she wanted from him, the less he seemed willing to give. When she saw her son’s stiff cock practically begging for female attention, it was a temptation that no horny woman in the prime of her sex life could possibly resist.

Angela swigged down the last of her whiskey-laced coffee and stood up. Lightheaded, but fiercely determined, she strode out the front door, mindless of the fact that she was wearing nothing but a filmy black negligee that did more to accent than conceal her voluptuous curves.

The old man who lived directly across the street had just gone out to get the morning paper. He almost swallowed his dentures when he saw her.

Angela didn’t even notice him, or the younger man who spent five minutes stupidly watering a fire plug with his garden hose after she walked by.

Angela knocked on Yvonne’s door and waited restlessly, her ninety-proof courage fading fast.

“Who is it?” an irritated female voice called from the inside.

“It’s Angela,” she said. “Your neighbour from up the street.”

“Oooh, Angela.” The voice was still sleepy, but not quite so hostile.

The latch chain rattled and the door eased open.

“I’m sorry to bother you this early, but I just have to talk to someone.”

Yvonne smiled. “I understand. I heard that Frank took off a few days ago, so you came to talk to the neighbourhood authority on divorce, right?”

“Well, not exactly...” Angela shivered, suddenly realizing what she was wearing and that half the neighbourhood was staring at her standing on Yvonne’s front steps. “Could I come in, please?”

“Certainly.” Yvonne stepped back, smiling, resplendent in a sheer robe of silvery fabric exactly the same color as her long hair. The flowing robe was collared and trimmed with silky blue fox fur; a deep plunging V that reached almost to her navel.

Yvonne regarded her neighbour with a catlike glance. Typical female jealousy. Angela’s figure was lush-outstandingly so-a tempting piece of fuck-flesh if there ever was one.

Still with a catty gleam in her cool green eyes, Yvonne asked: “What happened, did Frank catch you fucking the milkman? Is that why he took off?”

“Not the milkman, no...” Angela couldn’t bring herself to speak the whole truth. “But I was unfaithful to him, and he has filed for divorce.”

“You fucked just one other guy?” Yvonne asked, restraining an impulse to laugh.

“Yes, someone very special to me.”

“Oooh, I see. Your secret admirer. With me, it was the defensive line of that pro football team that won the playoff game here last year. My husband just couldn’t stand the fact that I’d taken in more than sixty inches of strange cock in less-than sixty minutes.”

Angela laughed. Then she shuddered. “What I did was probably worse.”

“What could be worse than a man finding his wife in bed with six big studs all bound for the Super Bowl?” Yvonne asked calmly, stroking the silvery deep fur that covered her jutting tits.

“Frank caught me fucking our son,” Angela confessed tearfully.

“Oh, wow! That is really heavy duty!” Yvonne’s cool glimmer of sexual superiority flickered out like a candle in a windstorm.

“And that’s not the worst,” Angela sobbed. “Now my son wants to fuck you.”

The words had come blurting out, nothing like the speech Angela had rehearsed.

Yvonne seemed more than shocked by the suggestion. She grinned. “That devil! I’ve seen him watching me when I work in the yard. He stands at the window and practically drools. I’ve been expecting him to make some kind of approach, but I sure didn’t think he’d send his mother as a messenger.”

“Are ... are you saying that you’ll do it?” Angela was anxious, as if her life depended on Yvonne’s decision.

“Sure,” the shapely divorce said with a lewd grin. “He’s a good-looking young guy. And we both know how long a teenager’s cock stays hard. Danny can fuck me anytime he wants.”

“Oooh, good!” Angela said with a tit heaving sigh of relief. “He wants you by noon today.”

“I’ll be there,” Yvonne said. “But first there’s something I want you to do for me.”

“Anything!” Angela agreed without question. Then she noticed the odd way that Yvonne’s sensuous lips curled and the seductive gleam in her jade-green eyes. Nervously she asked: “What?”

“Come back to the bedroom and we’ll talk about it.”

“The b-b-bedroom?”

“Yes, dear, the bedroom.” Yvonne’s lewd grin curved wider. “I like having sex with another woman almost as much as with a man. And those luscious big tits of yours really, turns me on!”

“Oh, now wait a minute-”

“You’ve never enjoyed sex with another woman?”

“No, never. And I don’t think it’s right.”

Yvonne’s limpid green eyes narrowed. “That’s a strange moral judgement to make from a mother who fucks and pimps for her teenaged son.”

“Yes, I suppose. But I just don’t think I can do it.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Yvonne said, pulling gently on Angela’s trembling hand. “I enjoy taking the dominant role. Now come along. Just looking at your glorious tits and ass makes me hot!”

“No, I can’t.”

“Then go home and tell Danny I don’t have time for him. His isn’t the only hot young prick in the world, you know. I won’t have any trouble finding another.”

Angela felt trapped, frightened of a lesbian relationship, but even more frightened of disappointing her son.

“All right,” she consented weakly, following along.

Yvonne’s bedroom was a showplace of sensuous femininity: Sheer curtains softly filtered the morning light that fell on a round bed with pale blue satin sheets and a downy soft satin comforter the same color.

“Let me help you off with that negligee,” Yvonne said in a low and sultry voice. “I don’t want anything between me and those beautiful big tits.”

Angela shivered as the filmy black robe slipped down to the floor.

“Now lie down on the bed,” Yvonne said. “On your back just as you would for a man.”

Angela lay down, her body remained tense, her legs clamped together like the jaws of a vise.

Yvonne left on her beautiful fur-trimmed gown and stretched out languidly beside her. “Relax, Angela. I’m going to thrill you, not hurt you.”

Yvonne leaned over, her smiling face framed by sexy waves of silver hair. She bent down and kissed Angela’s quivering lips, making the woman seethe with pangs of mixed emotions.

Her kiss was tender, but demanding. Yvonne’s soft womanly scent was enticingly different from that of a lusty male. Angela breathed deep, closed her eyes and tried not to think.

The soft fur trim of Yvonne’s gown pressed lightly against Angela’s tingling nipples. Angela gasped and Yvonne eased her tongue between lips taut with nervous apprehension.

The wet mingling of their tongues made Angela even more tense. Cold shivers ran down her spine and raised goose bumps all over her body.

Yvonne’s lips were sealed on hers and she sucked, drawing Angela’s tongue into her mouth.

Angela groaned; enjoying the passionate suction of warmth, but hating the idea of surrendering herself to the lusty demands of another lewd female.

Hands with long and delicate fingers curled around Angela’s tits. Thumbs whirled around her nipples and they began to pulse with excitement despite Angela’s reluctance.

The silver-haired beauty sucked on Angela’s tongue and stroked it with her own, a sensuous wet touch that Angela found strangely thrilling. Her heart beat faster. Her breaths came in short gasps.