Chapter 10

Breathlessly, Regina waited, being a peeper again, but with a vast difference this time. Now she wasn’t screwing anyone; she was crouching in the hallway of the Baker home, waiting for Stella to come out of the bathroom into her bedroom.

Her son Dale was already in the bedroom, jittery and pale, but with a set to his jaw that meant he was determined to carry this event through to the finish. Regina’s heart beat very fast, with him and for him, and her fingernails dug into the wood of the door through which she peeped.

Carey Baker had been very fast, finding Dale down at the drugstore and setting the whole thing up within an hour. She couldn’t believe it had taken only that long, when Carey called her on the phone to tell her he had Dale in the house. She’d better come right over, he said, because his mother was in the shower and nobody else was home yet.

He’d stand guard below, and keep anyone from coming upstairs, he said—if she wanted to be in on it. And of course, Regina had wanted to be in on it, wanted to see and hear it all from the very beginning. She had run across the yards and through the kitchen and practically leaped up the stairs past a shaky boy at the foot of them.

And now she saw her son standing slim-hipped and a little scared, standing almost as tall as his father, but slimmer and with her own coloring.

He looked golden in his teeshirt and jeans, his hair long and wavy, the profile of his face like something from an ancient coin. Regina knew a dart of pain in her belly, an uncertainty, an envy that made her mouth bitter. Stella would have this beautiful young man; Stella would take him on the bed there, feeding upon his bronzed beauty.

She came from the bathroom with a fluffy towel around her hips, her firm, high tits bouncing, their nipples not yet erect, but ripe as olives. When she saw the waiting boy, Stella stopped in mid-stride and tried to make the towel cover the rest of her freshly scrubbed, lithe body; it didn’t make it. One breast was still exposed, and one thigh gleamed darkly.

“Dale! What—what the hell—”

He said it rapidly: “I—I know you’ve been making it with my dad, and I can prove it. Do you—I mean—I can show Polaroid pictures to your kids. And you—you wouldn’t want that.”

Staring through the crack in the door, Regina watched Stella’s shocked face and realized that the woman was still about half-smashed from the brandy they had downed earlier. When the first surprise faded from Stella’s eyes, it was replaced by a hot, calculating glow.

“No,” Stella said, “I guess I wouldn’t want that. So why did you sneak into my bedroom and tell me? Do you want money?”

He shook his head, his hands clenched at his thighs. “No; n-no money. I want—I want—”

Stella smiled, a feral and wet smile. “Me? I’m your payoff, Dale? If you want me, go on and say it.”

“Yes,” he managed. “Damn it—I want you, Mrs. Baker. Very badly. If there was some other way—but there isn’t, and I don’t care what I have to do, to make you swing with me. I want you that much.”

Stella let the towel drop to the floor, and the boy’s eyes followed it only so far down, then fixed upon the furry blackness of her pubic mound. She said, “That’s nice, Dale; being wanted that much, so much that you’d dare this. Is it just because I’ve been screwing your father, and you think I’m a pushover?”

He shook his head, and Regina felt very sorry for him. “No,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to—to screw you, Mrs. Baker. It’s been one of my dreams.”

She was purring now, taking one slow gliding step after the other toward him, “Nice; I like that. I really like that. And you don’t have to threaten me, Dale Abbott. I’ve been watching you for a long time, also. Only I had no idea how to go about making you; none at all. That’s solved now, isn’t it?”

She was against him, her tits boring into his chest, her hands sliding over his hips, her own lower body making a slow, sensuous motion.

“I guess so,” he sighed, his hands going around her, dipping like golden swallows for the round hummocks of her ass.

She walked him back the couple of steps to the bed, and they went down on it together. Regina’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the near-savage attack Stella was making upon her son. The woman had the boy peeled from his clothing in a matter of a few panting seconds, and was wiggling all over him. It was only when they rolled side by side that Regina got her first look at Dale’s prick.

It was long and round; it was white as the strip of untanned skin around his ass, but it was lovely. The head was purple, the veins artistically placed around the pulsing shaft. Beautiful, Regina thought, modeled to perfection, as were the golden-haired balls below it. Her son’s cock; not his dingle or his peepee, but his prick; his male, man’s organ called a prick.

They were kissing hungrily, and Regina could catch swift glimpses of Stella’s tongue as it darted into Dale’s open lips. She saw his hands cupping the woman’s round tits, saw his pelvis hunching at her belly, and watched the gleaming length of that stiff prick sliding across the tender skin of Stella’s groin.

“Take him!” she hissed. “Take him into your cunt and fuck him!”

Her heart was threatening to run away, her pulse pounding erratically in her throat, nearly choking her, and Regina knew such excitement that it was dizzying. She leaned her shoulder against the door frame and braced her suddenly weakened legs, but she would not stop looking, could not.

Stella slid deftly beneath Dale, positioning herself in the age-old stance of the female ready for the male to mount. But even though Dale was trembling all over, he didn’t immediately crawl on top of the woman. His face reached down and found the conical hills of her tits, rubbing his cheeks into them, rubbing his nose back and forth over the stiffly erect nipples.

Then he licked at one, pulled it into his mouth and sucked. His hands were running all over Stella’s lower body, and she crooned to him, petting him as he felt the hills and valleys of her flesh. Dale’s hand eased between her shapely thighs to find the rich warmth of her mound, and Regina saw the slow smile that spread upon Stella’s lips.

“That’s right, Dale—feel me, taste my tit, love me. I want you just as wildly as you want me—you’re such a handsome boy. I need someone young and virile, someone strong to fuck me. Slip your finger into my pussy, Dale—ahh, that’s good. Oh yes—wiggle it around and find the clit. It’s up under the little hood, darling—ahh!”

Now her son was moving between the spread and knees-up legs, his beautiful prick standing straight out, the purple head of it gleaming. Regina stared breathlessly as the cockhead approached the thickly- bushed cunt, as it settled into the scarlet labia. She saw the tightening of her son’s naked ass, saw the steady penetration of his prick as the knob slipped into Stella’s well-lubricated cunt-lips.