white with the sweet cream, and streaks of it showed on her breasts.
Both she and Rich sat up suddenly, facing the stairwell, their eyes blinking in surprise and embarrassment. Rich wiped away a smear of whipped cream that was clinging to the nipple of his brown chest.
'Val!' Jim gasped, unable to advance or retreat from the doorway.
'Like a couple of mad dogs!' Mrs. Davis cried, averting her eyes, then looking back again.
Neither Valerie nor Rich had heard them coming up the stairs, and now Jim and his mother stood in the doorway staring down at them in dumb wonder.
'What in God's name do you think you're doing, Val!' Jim demanded.
'It's not what you think!' Rich began, struggling to his feet, the absurd patch of whipped cream around his balls causing his thighs to slip together greasily.
'You!' his mother cried, pointing her finger at his naked body. 'I might have expected something like this from you! Well, I never could have imagined it if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes!' Then she looked down at Valerie and her eyes welled with tears. 'But you, Val!' she wept. 'You were always so sweet and so innocent and… How could you do such a thing?' Then she caught sight of her younger son again and she ran across the room and slugged him hard in the stomach, her fist doubled. 'Put something on, you big ape!' she shouted. 'Don't you have any better sense than to stand around with your cock hanging out?'
Rich cowered away from his mother, slipping on the can of whipped cream as he tried to step over Valerie's legs. He grabbed the first article of clothing he could find and put it on. It happened to be Jeanne's bathrobe, but he didn't seem to notice how ridiculous he looked in it.
If he hadn't been so furious, even Jim might have laughed. Instead, he strode across the room and jerked his wife to her feet.
'Put some clothes on!' he ordered her.
Valerie shielded her cream-covered cunt with both hands and backed away from her husband and her mother-in-law. This embarrassment was almost worse than what she had suffered earlier in the afternoon. She knew that there could be no way to explain her actions. Both her husband and her mother-in-law had seen her willingly licking the whipped cream off Rich's cock, so there was no way that she could claim that her brother-in- law had forced her.
'I'm not going to hit you,' Jim said to his brother, his fists clenched at his sides. 'Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you.' He looked over at his wife, then back at his brother. 'The hell I'm not!' he shouted, cutting loose with a sort of round-house right that caught his younger brother square on the chin.
Rich reeled backwards, then quickly caught his footing and came in toward am. But as he raised his fists, one hand caught in the abundant folds of Jeanne's bathrobe. And before he could free it, his brother had landed another punchy straight to his right ear.
'Jim!' Mrs. Davis screeched. 'Rich! Stop it! Stop it!'
Rich slammed a hard left to his brother's stomach and Jim doubled over, holding his gut.
'Stop it! Stop it!' Mrs. Davis ordered, stomping her foot. 'Valerie, make them stop!' She darted between her sons and tackled Rich around the waist. 'Stop it, you big ape!' she cried, trying to force him away from his brother.
Rich wobbled under his mother's grasp, but he tried to keep his fists up as well. But when he reached down to push the gray-haired woman away from his middle, Jim straightened up and threw his entire weight into an uppercut that connected dead center on his brother's jaw.
Valerie heard Rich's teeth snap together. Then she squealed with combined delight and fear as her brother- in-law more or less melted out of his mother's arms into a limp mass on the couch.
Jim turned toward her, panting. 'Get some… clothes on,' he gasped.
Mrs. Davis sat down on the couch beside her younger son. She adjusted the bathrobe over his crotch, then looked over at Jim. 'I've never seen such fighting,' she gasped. 'I never thought I'd see you do such a thing, Jim. How long do you think he'll be out?'
'I don't know,' Jim snapped, rubbing his knuckles.
Valerie stepped closer to him. 'Let me see your hand,' she said, touching his bruised knuckles.
Mrs. Davis turned to her other son. She got up on her knees on the couch and slapped his face from side to side between her hands. 'Like a light he's out,' she said.
Valerie gasped as she saw her mother-in-law draw back her fist and punch Rich square in the gut. 'Mrs. Davis!' she cried.
Mrs. Davis turned around on the couch and arranged her skirt more primly. 'He had it coming,' she said. 'The big ape.' She leaned down and picked up the aerosol can of whipped cream. When she had placed it upright on the coffee table she licked her fingers and told Valerie, 'I don't think it'll stain your carpet, honey. But if it does you ought to try Johnson's spot remover.'
'Mother!' Jim growled. 'This is hardly the time to be talking about cleaning products.'
Mrs. Davis looked insulted, then got up from the couch. She had whipped cream smeared over the front of her dress from where she had tackled Rich. 'Look at this mess,' she said, wiping her fingers over the bodice of her dress. Once again she tasted the whipped creams then said, 'I'll get you something to put on, dear.'
'Look, Jim,' Valerie began, 'all this may look a little strange to you, but you've got no right to come barging…'
'Yiiiieeee!' Mrs. Davis let out a piercing shriek.
Both Jim and Valerie turned toward the bedroom doorway. Mrs. Davis groaned, 'Well, I'll be a sorry sonovabitch!'
'Oh, Jesus!' Valerie gulped, glancing at her husband.
'What? What is it?' Jim demanded, looking from his mother to his wife.
'That does it!' Mrs. Davis spat. 'This puts the frosting on the cake.' She wagged her finger into the bedroom and shouted, 'I'll divorce your ass for this, buster!' She turned to Valerie and her son, her face ashen. 'This,' she said, clutching her whipped-cream-smeared breast, 'is the straw that broke the camel's back!' She hobbled over to the couch and used Rich's wobbly head for support as Jim hurried around the table to help her.
Jim pushed his brother out of the way, then helped his mother onto the couch. The wiry woman sat primly on the edge of the seat, both hands pressed to her mouth as she stared straight ahead.
Then Jeanne waddled out of the bedroom, trailing a wad of sheet which she had wrapped around her. 'Hi, Jim,' she offered lamely, edging quickly around him. 'Hi, Mrs. Davis,' she squeaked, glancing up at her roommate. 'I certainly am surprised to see you here.'
Frances Davis looked up at the peroxide blonde and rolled her eyes melodramatically.
Jeanne sat down on the edge of the coffee table and looked up at him. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say, Well, every family has its ups and downs.
Valerie had picked up Richard's shirt and put it on. Now she pushed her brother-in-law over against his mother and sat down on the couch, her chin in her hands. The slick feeling of the whipped cream between her thighs reminded her to wipe her lips.
Jim stared at the quartet in front of him, then peeked around the bedroom door. His father was sitting in the middle of the bed, his hair awry and his eyes looking wild.
'Well, Goddamn it, Jim,' Richard said. 'She drove me to it.' He waved his hand in the air in a gesture of disgust. 'She brought it on herself!'
'Two can play the same game, buster!' Mrs. Davis shouted from the living room, nodding her head confidentially at both Jerome and her daughter-in-law whom, in the face of this more personal crisis, she seemed instantly to have adopted as allies.
'Your cunt's prettier than your face, old woman!' Richard retorted. 'Who the hell could you get to fuck you?'
At that moment, Mike Duckworth tumbled out of the closet.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The closet doors were both open, reflecting the two wildly fucking couples on the big bed. Before he knew
