ago.”
She felt his head come up, and she raised up, looking at him.
“It’s true. It was an accident, but it turned out that we both wanted it. I know your mom, Tommy. There’s something in there, a spark that I feel inside myself. Lois feels that same spark in her. Would you believe that before this week, besides masturbating, I hadn’t had sex in almost two years? I think Lois had gone at least a year. If you had come by last week, she would have closed the door in your face, and we wouldn’t be here.”
“Wow,” Tom whispered. “Do you think I have a chance?”
“I really don’t know, sweetie. I won’t lie to you. But can I try to help? I have an idea that might work for all of us.”
“What’s that?”
“The truth. She lives by scripture, and the truth is at the core of that right? Me and Lois think we should tell her about what we do with our boys. And what we’ve done with you and Tim. Then you be the loving attentive son, and show off this hot body every chance you get.”
“I don’t think that would work. She’d go to the preacher, and you’d be run out of town.”
“We thought of that. and it might be worth it. But there’s always plan B.”
“Plan B?”
“We get her drunk and seduce her, like Lois did with you and Tim.”
Chapter 3
Scene Nine-Tracy, Lois and Susan
Lois and Tracy were sitting in Lois’s kitchen talking as they sipped their coffee. They were discussing the Wilson twins, and wondering how they were going to get their mother Susan involved in their budding incest circle, so her son’s could fuck her, as they both appeared eager to do. The main hurdle they knew, was Susan’s extreme devotion to her faith.
They were interrupted by the doorbell. Lois went to answer it and Tracy followed, stopping in the doorway, sipping her coffee. Lois opened the front door, almost gasping when she saw Susan Wilson standing there.
Susan was a tall, statuesque blonde, standing five-ten in her bare feet. She was wearing a pair of stylish, but sensible low heels today, that made her almost a head taller than Lois. It was hard for the girls to gauge her figure, because she was wearing a loose, long sleeved blouse, and a lightweight skirt that fell below her knees. Her clothes seemed to be chosen to conceal her body from the world.
“Susan! W… what a pleasant surprise!” she said, looking up at her. “What can I do for you today?”
“Well, Mrs. Parker, my boys have been spending quite a bit of time over here the last couple of days.” she said coolly, looking Lois over slowly. “And to be honest, you never struck me as the religious type. I don’t mean to offend you, but I’d like to know what’s going on. May I come in?”
“Yes, of course!” Lois said, stepping aside and waving her in into the house. “You know my friend Tracy, don’t you?”
Tracy raised her cup, smiling at the other woman. As soon as she’d heard Lois greet Susan, she’d decided that she was going to stick around, and see what was going to develop.
“Harris, Tracy Harris isn’t it?” Susan said neutrally. “Your boy, Kyle I think it is, plays football for Big State?”
“Yes, he does. He’s going to be starting in tomorrow’s game as a matter of fact.”
“You must be so proud.”
Tracy was tempted to go over and smack the snooty bitch, but managed to restrain herself. Lois felt the tension growing between the two women, and tried to head it off.
“Won’t you sit down, Susan,” she said brightly. “Tracy and I were just having coffee. Would you like a cup?”
“No, I don’t use stimulants.” she said. “But the boys mentioned that you made the most delicious punch! If it wouldn’t be too much trouble… ” she gave Lois a look that frightened the smaller woman.
“Of course!” Lois said, taking a step back, and glancing over at Tracy. “It only takes a minute. Have a seat. I’ll be right back.”
She walked into the kitchen, grabbing Tracy’s arm as she went by. When they were out of sight, she exhaled sharply, then took in several deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
“Fuck! She knows something!” she said quietly, pacing back and forth. “What should I do, Tracy?”
“Make the punch. And put enough tequila in it so she’ll be able to taste it.” Tracy said, glancing back toward the living room.
“What? Are you crazy?”
“No, I think we misread her.” Tracy said slowly. “I watched her while you were talking at the door. She was checking you out. That outfit you have on doesn’t leave anything to the imagination, sweetie. And I don’t mean… Lois, she was looking at your body. She wasn’t judging you.”
“Are you sure? If you’re wro… ”
“I’m not.” She said, walking over and picking up the pitcher out of the drain board. She brought it over to the table, and looked at Lois. “Make your punch. I think this might be an interesting afternoon. Either that, or we get drunk, and she kicks our asses.”
Lois peeked around the corner into the living room. Susan was sitting quietly on the couch, flipping through a magazine.
“She looks like she could do it too.” Lois said, then opened a cabinet and started pulling out bottles, handing them to Tracy. “I sure hope you’re right.”
“Relax, we don’t know anything. Let’s see what she wants, then go from there.”
“Okay… ”
She made the margaritas quickly, tasting it several times as she added ingredients. Tracy took a taste, then picked up the tequila bottle, and emptied it into the pitcher. She gave it stir, then tasted it again, nodding.
“Good, you can really taste the tequila. Get some chips or something, and let’s get back in there.”
“There’s crackers, top shelf in that cabinet. Get them while I get some cheese or something.” Lois said as she went over to the fridge.
The girls walked back into the living room a few minutes later, Lois carrying the pitcher, Tracy following, with a tray of crackers and cheeses, and three glasses.
“Here we are, Susan.” Lois said lightly. “I’m sorry it took so long. I decided to bring some snacks too.” She poured Susan a glass of punch, then poured one for herself and Tracy before she sat the pitcher down. “Do you mind if Tracy stays, Susan? Or did you want to speak to me privately.”
“Oh no. May I call you Tracy, dear?” she asked, glancing over at her, then continued when Tracy smiled and nodded. “It would be lovely if Tracy stayed with us.” She paused, looking back at Lois. “No dear, this is purely a social call. Is there something I should be concerned about?”
Susan took a sip of her punch, surprising Tracy when she didn’t react at all to the strong taste of the tequila. She took another big drink, then another. Emptying her glass, she smiled at Lois.
“No, not that I can think of.” Lois said casually. “It’s just that you’ve never visited me before, and… ”
“May, I?” Susan interrupted, reaching for the pitcher. “It’s been so long since I’ve had tequila. And I have to admit, I have missed it.”
Lois looked at Tracy, then back at Susan.
“Excuse me?”
“The tequila. Is that the secret ingredient in your special punch?” she smiled comfortably as she filled her glass, and sat back on the couch. “Tell me, did you make them this strong for Timmy and Tommy? And please girls, drink up! You’re not going to make me sit here and get drunk by myself are you?”
“What do you want, Susan?” Lois asked, looking at her closely.
“Want? I want you to take a drink of your margarita, Lois. I’d like us to have a nice buzz on before you tell me what’s been happening over here with my boys.” She paused, leaning forward. “But one thing I’d like to know now if
