by a watery glaze. My lips opened and closed of their own volition as I sucked in a deep breath and used my fingers ever so slightly harder – 'Ohh! Ohhh! Cooommiiinngggg!!' It hit me in the guts like a cannonball, twisting me inside out. I reeled with its forceful driving energy, and Roy caught me with his big hands. His face was cloudy again, as it always seemed to be around me, and I could see his own triumph fading visibly.
He braced me with his hands as I rocked and shuddered and gurgled and giggled, and my release soared to heights beyond anything I'd ever felt before. And as he held me upright, I continued to flog my cunt, for it still ached with a yearning pain that was almost unbelievable, and my come seemed to last an eternity, ripple after ripple vibrating through my body. My head was numb, my body was becoming so, and if Roy hadn't been supporting me, I'd have dropped to the floor like a lead shot.
And as the climax became more frantic, more consuming, I felt a white-hot spurt of agony in my gut.
'Mmmmmm,' I told him, breaking free of his clutching hands.
I reeled where I stood, nearly falling for real, and my guts were in turmoil. The first step more stagger than walk, I made for the doorway, down the hall and into my bedroom. I kicked open the bathroom door and dashed inside.
It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds before Roy was there with me, but I was already sitting on the john, stroking my pussy as I emptied my bowels. His face was drawn and pale when he caught sight of me – God knows what he'd been thinking – perhaps that he'd been too savage, that he'd fucked up my inside plumbing.
I gave him a tight-lipped smile, palmed my pussy, and sighed, 'Roy, you're as good as your word. You really did fuck the shit out of me.'
He sighed massively, went scarlet, and said, 'My God, Jennifer, I was afraid I'd hurt you…'
'Unh-unh. But now I think I understand what those enema freaks who write to Penthouse are talking about. Jesus! I don't know whether I love you or hate you now.'
He covered his face with his hands and turned away. I almost expected to hear him sob his heart out, but instead came his voice, soft and muted, 'Jenni, I don't know what got into me. I love you, God, so much…'
'More than you love Mom?' I challenged, wiping, standing up. 'How much do you love me?'
'You don't understand,' he said. 'I've always loved your mother, and I always will. I love you, too, but it's not the same kind…'
'Enough to fuck me,' I pointed out bluntly. 'You love me enough to rape me and fuck me. Doesn't that count for anything?'
'If I burn in hell for it,' he said passionately, turning around to face me, 'I can't keep my hands off when you throw yourself at me! And I will burn in hell for it.'
'Someday, maybe, but won't I, too?'
He ignored the question. 'I'm burning now. When I see you or touch you, it's like being addicted to a drug. I want you and I can't have you – mustn't have you – God, I'm a rational, sensible man! Why is this happening to me? Today, knowing that you and your girl friend were making love, that she was touching you and I couldn't – it ripped my heart out, Jenni. I had to hurt you, to make you see how much it hurts me. I didn't want any of this to happen. If I had the last month to live over again, none of it would have ever happened. I'd never have laid a finger on you.'
'Hmmm,' I cut in with an arch of my brows. 'Remember, I seduced you. You just went along with it. Do you think you could have turned me off? I wanted you, I took you. It was that easy. And you liked it. You told me you did, you just said you were addicted to me. Why can't you just lie back and enjoy it? I'm good. Why do you have to be so Goddamned archaic?'
'You're a child.' The lie choked him. 'You're not a child. You're a woman, slim and beautiful and hot and desirable. Maybe the world is moving faster, Jenni. Girls are growing up more quickly.'
'I don't want a boy,' and I put my arms around him. 'I need a man. You just said I was mature. Okay. I'll share you with Mom. As long as I get my fair share. That's reasonable, isn't it? Adult? Sensible? We can play our games and you and Mom can play your own.'
Beep-beep! from outside. 'Oh, shit!' I groaned, letting him go. 'She's home already. You better run into the study and get me my jeans and panties. Mom might wonder why they're lying on the floor and not covering my slim, beautiful, hot, desirable body.'
He moved quickly, nodding.
'Oh, and Roy,' – he turned – '…you'd better put your cock back inside your pants and zip up. She might wonder about that, too.'
CHAPTER TEN
Neither of us had much to say. Roy put his clothes on and went into his office, taking a bottle of vodka with him. I picked up my shorts and halter, went into my room, and tossed them on the bed. Mom was in her bedroom, crying now as bitterly as I'd been crying a few minutes ago, and I suppose it was all my fault. I rustled through a drawer, found a shirt, and put it on. The tail was long enough to cover the panties I donned, and, summoning up all my courage, I went through the bathroom connection and into Mom's room.
She was on the bed. A bottle of brandy was on the nightstand, and she was tossing down a water glass of the stuff. Her eyes caught mine and she turned her head away. I felt about two feet tall as I went to sit down beside her.
God, the look on her face! Even before, when I didn't know, I'd never really considered her side of it. I mean, she was my mother, and I was balling her new husband on the side. So what? But when I saw the pain in her blue eyes, I realized for the first time that she was vulnerable, that she could be hurt, that she had been hurt.
'I'm sorry,' I said.
She put down her glass of booze and I saw that it was already having an effect on her. God, she hadn't eaten anything for breakfast, just a cup of coffee – the stuff must be on an airline to her head!
'I know,' I told her then. 'Roy told me. And I'm really sorry. I started it, before he had any idea.'
And we were crying together, hugging, our wet faces close. Two women, sharing a sorrow. Until Mom sat back, her face tense.
'I'm going to kill him,' she said. 'He might not have known when this all started, but he Goddamned well knew later, and the two of you weren't playing jacks today.'
Her voice was a bit thick, as if it were clogged by brandy, and I knew she didn't really want to kill Roy. But she leaned towards the nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and brought out a small revolver.
I hadn't even known they kept a gun in the house, and the sight of it made my stomach turn. 'You'd better have another drink,' I suggested, giving her the glass. She put down gun, took the glass, and poured the brandy down her throat. While she was drinking, I slid the gun out of sight.
She seemed to forget about it instantaneously, as it was. When I looked back, she'd put down her empty glass and was yawning. 'I'm sleepy,' she said. And kinda drunk.
'Why don't you take a nap?' I suggested. She nodded happily and began to take her clothes off. It was a simple slacks and sweater outfit, black and expensive, but she was having a lot of trouble with it, so I gave her a hand. We got her sweater off, and then the pants, and she lay down on the bed in her undies. I couldn't help noticing how attractive her body was, in spite of the situation. Her bra was nylon, a step-in model without hooks or clasps, and it was scandalously sheer and flimsy, allowing her nipples to stick out prominently. And her panties were of the skimpy, mini-bikini variety, low-cut and clingy. They fit her womanly hips as if they were painted on, and a few stray curls of pussy hair peeked out at the legs.
Why, I wondered, was Roy stupid enough to fuck around with me when he had a gorgeous, foxy lady like Mom? She lay there, almost naked, her long legs stretching in endless shapely curves, her tits jiggling as she breathed, and I thought I'd never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. I was proud to be her daughter, and I loved her more than I ever had in my life.
I thought of the years she'd spent with Daddy – oops! – with Dick Wexford, never loving him, trying to make a home for me, and all the while in love with another man. And now, when her sacrifices had finally paid off, I'd
