problems, he would have made them sound minor.
'… and Kari and I have planned a little get-together for tonight,' Neal explained, as he swung her baggage into the trunk of the car.
'Oh, Neal,' Marta frowned. 'You know I'll want to rest after my trip.'
'I know,' he answered, opening the door for her and allowing her to slip into the back seat, while Kari scooted in beside the driver's seat. 'That's why we fixed everything up. You don't have to do anything, except sit back and relax.'
'I don't know,' Marta pondered the proposal. 'Just don't know if I feel up to it.'
'C'mon,' Neal urged her. 'It'll just be Mitch, Janice, Kari, you and me. Nothing big or nothing fancy.'
'Let me think about it,' she answered.
'Okay,' he nodded. 'But let me warn you, neither of us will take no for an answer.'
She really didn't feel like the dinner her son had planned. Today was Saturday and tomorrow Sunday. She wanted to lock herself away in her own house and prepare herself to face her job and the town on Monday. She had to have a bit of time to get herself together again-time to neatly file away the memories she had collected this past week.
Her eyes drifted to the passing town outside. She suppressed a shiver. It wasn't that she hated the town; she just felt trapped here. More than once, she had considered moving away and finding some job in the city. But the job situation wasn't right for that and, she admitted to herself, there was security here. She did own their house and she had lived here for the majority of her adult life. If only the town were larger. If only everybody didn't know everybody else, then…
'Here we are,' Neal announced, as he cut into their driveway. 'Go on in. Kari and I will get your suitcases.'
With a smile, she opened her door and slid out. The front door to the house was open. She'd have to warn Neal about that again. Or was she just being paranoid I A week in the city can do that to someone from a small town. The crime headlines splattered throughout the newspapers for the past week had been frightening, especially when the headlines of the hometown weekly usually dealt with Friday night's high school football game.
Home again, home again, Marta smiled to herself as she stepped into the living room, breathing in deeply. Sex!
The room smelled of sex. She shook her head. The week had gotten to her. Now her imagination was playing tricks to taunt her. She inhaled again. The musky, arousing odor was still there, lingering in the room-the smell of sex.
She glanced around. The living room looked normal, no disarrayed cushions on the sofa. Her eyes were suddenly drawn to a small, dark spot on the carpet. She hadn't remembered it being there before. A cigarette burn I But neither Neal nor she smoked. Perhaps one of Neal's friends had been over and accidentally dropped a cigarette.
Walking over to the spot near the foot of the couch, she knelt. Whatever it was it wasn't a burn. The spot was wet and glistened. Reaching out, she touched it with a forefinger, shivering as she recognized its slippery viscosity. Unwilling to believe what was running through her mind, she raised her finger under her nose. The scent was that of a man-the seed of a man's loins.
She rose and sat of the couch. Neal… and Kari? There could be no other answer. The two of them had made love in this room-this floor. And no more than hour or so ago.
'Want me to put these things in your room?' Neal suddenly interrupted her thoughts as he walked through the front door with Kari at his side.
She nodded.
'I've got to go now, Neal,' Kari turned to her son. 'We'll see you about six tonight?'
'Right. I'll talk Marta into it,' her son answered, leaning forward to give the blonde a kiss, then suddenly pulling away as he remembered his mother was present.
The action didn't go unnoticed, nor did Marta overlook the quick squeeze Kari gave Neal's hand before she turned and left. Neal's gaze followed the girl for a moment or two, then he lifted her bags once again and carried them to her room.
'I think I'll lie down and take a little nap,' she said as she followed him into the bedroom.
'Okay,' he smiled. 'Get rested up for tonight.'
'I haven't said there was going to be a tonight yet,' she answered. 'I'll let you know later,'
'Yes, ma'am,' he grinned. 'Just in case, I'll go ahead and finish getting things ready.'
'Get out of here,' she laughed, closing the door behind him.
Neal and Kari, the thought kept running over in her mind. Like all mothers, she hadn't noticed that her son had become a man. But he had and quite a handsome one at that. Even with his long brown hair, he still reminded her of her husband. Neal had his father's muscular build and dark features. He even had that little crooked smile that had meant all sorts of things to her young heart the first time she had seen her husband's smile.
He also has his father's taste for bosomy women, she smiled as she paused to admire the jutting forms of her own breasts before her dresser mirror.
And Kari was definitely well endowed with the attributes that would draw the eye of any second-story man. She could easily visualize her son's hands moving over those melon-like orbs of flesh. She could see the sparkling delight in his dark brown eyes as he leaned to kiss and suck at one of Kari's stiff, young nipples.
Suddenly her thoughts jolted her. She should be reacting totally differently. Instead of that protective feeling she had thought she would feel at this moment, she found the thought of her son balling the young blonde sexy, very sexy!
You ought to be ashamed of yourself, she reprimanded herself. But she only smiled as she pulled off her dress and undergarments, then lay naked on top of the bed. I wonder if Neal inherited his father's abilities to please a woman?
Kari didn't seem to be wearing any traces of disappointment, she remembered the girl's smiling face. She glanced up to the ceiling, seeing the blonde naked and lying on her back on the living room floor. She was posed with thighs wide, exposing the moist cleft of her young pussy. Neal, as naked as the girl, stood above her, his young cock shafted from his hairy groin, jerking and twitching with its youthful vitality. And at the very tip of his swollen glans welled a clear drop of preseminal fluid.
While she watched through her mind's eye, her son slowly drifted to his knees. The blonde reached up and lovingly caressed the rigid pole of his manhood. She tugged lightly at his prick, easing him atop her. Her eager fingers guided the turgid crown of sex toward the waiting lips of her willing cunt.
Stop it! she ordered herself, rolling to her side. You're back home now. You've got to get sex off you mind!
She closed her eyes and held them tightly closed for several seconds, erasing the last vestiges of her vision. She had no right even to imagine her son's sexual activities. He was a young man now. What Neal did was his business, not hers.
Her eyes opened and she stared at herself in the dresser's mirror. Her thirty-eight years didn't show on the supple, naked woman she gazed at. She admitted there was a slight sag to the ball-like shapes of her breasts that hadn't been there ten years ago. But there wasn't half as much droop to her tits as with all the young girls who ran around braless today. In fact, the slight pendulous drift of her breasts seemed to make them that much more bouncy and swaying. They were still firm and proud and their dark nipples still were uptilted.
She had kept her figure too. Unlike many of the women her age, she had carefully watched the calories and maintained a schedule of light exercise to work off any excess weight. Her stomach was taut and flat. And her legs were still shapely. It was a body that could still attract young men. Jeff had proven that. He had thought she was no more than twenty-five. She wondered what he would have done if he had realized she was thirteen years older than him.
Still the body of a young woman, she repeated to herself, still the desires of a young woman.
As she admired her own lithe form in the mirror, her imagination began to work again. Naked, his young body brown from the summer sun, her son stood there at the side of the bed. He didn't speak but gazed down, his eyes loving over her bare flesh. Hunger, sexual hunger burned in his eyes.
'I want you, Neal,' she whispered softly. 'I want you inside me.'
