Grace Wilkinson
Family night
CHAPTER ONE
'Come on, honey,' Laura whispered into Don's ear, tugging at his arm.
Don gave a little embarrassed laugh, largely for the benefit of the children who were sitting directly across from them. He and Laura had just returned from ten days honeymoon in Mexico, and somehow, he wanted to reassure the children… Laura's children really, that he'd be a good father to them. He wasn't quite sure how to go about the whole thing, but he was determined to try.
'Tell us more about Mexico, Don!' MaryAnn piped up, her bright eyes scanning her new stepfather's face for some indication of how it would be to live with him.
Rick meanwhile, sat watching his mother. It seemed odd to him that she'd hardly kissed him hello and now, she wasn't really paying any attention to them, but kept looking at Don with that strange expression. He'd never seen his mother with such a queer look on her face! It made him very uncomfortable, and he wished they would leave, since that seemed to be what his mother wanted to do.
'We'll tell you all about it in the morning, darlings,' Laura replied, brushing her dark hair back from her face with her hand. 'Right now, Mommie and Don are tired from their trip!' She gave a delicate yawn as if to corroborate this, and whispered into Don's ear again.
'I feel all hot and bothered, baby come on!'
Don blushed a bright red and stood up. In spite of himself, he realized that he had an enormous erection, and he hoped the kids wouldn't notice. As soon as he could, he turned his back to them and started toward the bedroom door. It was strange. This was going to be his new home, with a ready-made family to boot. Once more he wondered if he'd thought the whole thing out carefully enough before deciding to marry Laura… but as usual, he abandoned it, because it was too late now. Laura jumped up from the sofa, and went to kiss the children goodnight. Absentmindedly, she rumpled their hair and patted their heads.
'Goodnight, darlings… see you in the morning!'
'Goodnight Mother!' Rick and MaryAnn echoed. 'Night, Don!'
Their faces reflected their curiosity and confusion caused by their mother's marriage, and as they watched the newlyweds walk arm in arm into their mother's bedroom, they looked at each other nervously.
Rick was only thirteen and his sister a year older, but they both had the precocity of extra bright children that comes from being largely on their own. Growing up with no father, they had learned quickly how to get along by themselves when their young and pretty mother was at work. But now, things were going to be quite different, and they knew it… and judging from the way it was starting out, neither one of them thought they were going to like it much.
MaryAnn went over to turn on the TV and then let her petite body drop heavily into the big easy chair. Her brother sat on the sofa opposite her, depression making him frown slightly as he watched the flickering screen.
When Laura closed the door behind them she immediately threw her arms around Don's neck, pressing her voluptuous body as close to his as she possibly could, letting the proud, firm peaks of her breasts dig sensuously into his chest. She had stopped wearing a bra altogether during their honeymoon, expressly for the purpose of inflaming her new husband. And she'd found that it always worked. As his hands moved swiftly up from her waist she heard the expected gasp that came from his lips as he slid up under her blouse and found her bare golden tanned breasts, just waiting for his touch.
'Oh, baby…' he murmured.
He had felt funny at first doing this while the children were sitting right out in the living room of the small California house… but now, he rapidly forgot them, and began to concentrate all his attention on Laura. He'd never known a woman as hungry for sex as she was, and it made him turn into a lust ridden madman, when she would tell him at the most unexpected times that she wanted him… just had to have him. His ego was happily confused at the craving his new wife had acquired for him… but he couldn't complain. Almost any man would give his eyeteeth to be in his position, he thought now, as he slid his tongue between Laura's invitingly parted lips. Her head was tilted back slightly and her eyes were closed. The dark fringed eyelashes fluttered slightly as his hand dwelled lovingly upon the smooth flesh of her taut breasts, twisting the nipples softly between thumb and forefinger and making them like hard little balls.
Her slender body felt over-warm and moist against him and he wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there. He could feel the sweat standing out on his forehead as their kiss continued, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth, searching out every hidden crevice, sucking slowly, methodically, as his penis grew to mammoth proportions against her belly.
'Come on…' he said suddenly, breaking away from her. 'Come on over here!'
Laura, flushed and out of breath, followed her husband. Her slacks and blouse were rumpled from being drenched with perspiration, and she could think of only one thing. Soon, she would be writhing in naked passion beneath the body of the wonderful man she'd married. Her entire being seemed to long for him, to belong utterly to him, and she wanted to prove it to him again and again. It wasn't the way it had been before they were married, while they were dating, when Don would have to convince her to make love with him. And somehow then, even when they did make love, she had been unable to let herself go completely. Now, it was different. Now she wanted to please him so much, that she could hardly control herself.
Watching him with lust dulled eyes, Laura started to remove her blouse, noting that her new husband, and now, father of her children, too was rapidly taking off his clothes. She pulled it off over her head, and then shook her dark curly hair so that it wouldn't hang in her face. She was naked to the waist and though proud of the shapely round, widely spaced, brown tipped breasts, she trembled a little nonetheless under Don's avid scrutiny. Before she had finished undoing her waistband of her slacks, he, completely nude by this time, stepped forward and pressed his face between the beautiful melon shaped swellings, running his tongue hungrily from one perfect, erect nipple to the next.
Her pale blue slacks slid from her hips to the floor, revealing the round luscious curve of her thighs and hips. A smooth, gently curving belly topped the inverted crown of the tremulous 'vee' between her legs. A profusion of dark curly pubic hair glistened through the transparency of bikini nylon panties that started way below her deep set navel. Many people had told her that she resembled Elizabeth Taylor, and this resemblance was not only facial, but physical, for Laura's body was reminiscent of the star's at her very best.
Laura gasped and caught on to her husband's wagging head, to prevent falling backwards. He was muttering endearing terms into her breasts, and she could feel a definite tingling around her nipples where his teeth had started to nibble. Her breasts felt hot and swollen as though they might explode, and she wanted desperately to lie down. Right there on the rug if necessary. She pulled backwards a little to make this message clear to her husband, and as she did so, the smooth bulbous head of his erect penis bumped against her upper thigh. It grazed sideways along her leg and then skidded against her panties, right at the fullest point of her half hidden pussy.
A shudder of desire went through her, and Don let himself be pulled over backwards, grabbing her around the waist to make their landing soft. Her back pressing into the rug beside the bed, Laura enjoyed the split second of waiting before Don's muscular body crushed down upon her. Oh, God, she thought… this was the best part! Just the sheer weight of him on me. She felt absolutely marvelous to be pinned down flat on her back, to have him hard and lean over her, manipulating her, taking her!
Don's hardened penis was excitingly red and stiff as it pressed against his new wife's luscious thigh, and he thought he would go crazy if he didn't enter her soon. It was as though they hadn't made love in ages, and yet they had just been at it for almost an hour that very morning, before catching the plane home. He wanted her every bit as much now as he had then, and he hurriedly hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her flimsy panties, pulling down on them. Laura lifted the full pliant moons of her lush buttocks up off the floor to assist him, and soon, she lay naked and quivering beneath him. The fabric of the rug felt warm and prickly beneath the smooth flesh of her
