And speaking of David, where was he? There was something about his attitude that didn't ring true either. It must be because he had been so quickly removed from his old friends and placed in a new environment. She knew that he didn't like his new step-father, Larry, very much, but that was something he would just have to grow out of.
As she stood near the kitchen sink, preparing potatoes for the dinner later that night, her thoughts were interrupted as David bounded into the kitchen.
"Hey, Mom," he said, his face betraying the hidden joy he was feeling, "whatcha doin?"
"Good morning, David," answered Ann. "I'm making supper for tonight. We're having company. Larry's new boss and his wife."
"He shouldn't make you do that right after we moved in," said David, his voice changing to a deep, sullen mood.
"Now, honey," soothed Ann. "He wants to make a good impression on his new boss. After all, we are the new people here, and we must make allowances for them. Besides," she continued, holding her son by the sides of his head as she smoothed his hair, "you and Karen will be there, and I don't want you to do anything that might make things go badly for him."
"I'll try, Mother," he said, looking down at his feet and hoping that she would not notice that his cock had ballooned out as she touched his head. Suddenly he wanted to leave, to be by himself.
"I think I'm going out to the pond," he said pulling himself away from his mother.
"Don't get too dirty," she called after him, returning to her work.
David hardly heard her. He was too wrapped up in a cloud of conflicting thoughts, and he wanted to be alone while he tried to collect them. The pond some fifty yards behind the old home was virtually secluded, and he saw no other houses that might supply other visitors to interrupt his thoughts. His cock was still tight in his pants, and he slipped his hand down and re-adjusted the burgeoned mass. He sat down at the edge of the pond and tried to take some form of solace in the clear, placid water.
Karen was watching him from her third floor bedroom window through a small clearing in the woods. She noticed that her room was the only one in the house that had a view of the pond, and she reasoned that it was better that way. Now she wouldn't be caught. There were no other houses in the immediate area, and that was good too. When she went to David, they would be all alone, and that was the best of all. She went to the mirror and made sure that she looked just the way she wanted in her tight jeans and loose work shirt, tied around her waist and unbuttoned just enough to reveal as much of her creamy-white breasts, as she cared without seeming too obvious. After all, she wanted to tease him into fucking her, not scare him away. Rushing her hair, she touched up the barest hint of lip stick she wore and bounced down the stairs and out of the house.
David was lost in his thoughts. He certainly didn't like what Larry was doing to his mother, and he knew that he would never be able to hide his feelings at the dinner later in the day. He began to take out his hostilities on a grasshopper he found, trapping it with a long stick. Finally he let it go as he came to the conclusion that there was nothing he could do about the situation he found himself in. Besides him smoldering dislike for Larry, his balls were aching, and his cock had not become smaller after he left his mother. He had managed to get a quick glance at her supple breasts before he turned his head to the floor, and the memory of her erect little nipples pressing tightly against her bra burned in his mind. He wanted to do the same thing now that he had done when he had listened to Larry fucking his mother the day before, but somehow he knew that it was wrong, wrong to touch yourself there. What would his mother think if she knew what he had done?
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted as he thought he heard a disturbance behind him. He turned his body to the direction of the sound, and watched with a strange eagerness as he saw his new cousin Karen, bounding through the thick brush.
"Good morning, David," she sang as she slowed her movements toward him to a near stop. "Am I interrupting anything?"
David was tongue-tied. This was something he had never dreamed of, and suddenly the thoughts of his mother faded from his mind. His month hung open as he gazed at the sensuous girl standing not ten feet away. He could feel his cock grow even larger in his pants as he looked with a strange desire at the skin-tight pants and revealing shirt she was wearing. It was all he could do to keep from staring openly at the firm, full mounds of flesh that were practically exposed to his eyes. If he looked hard enough, he could see her bright red nipples resting tightly on her creamy-white breasts, and it looked as though she was revolving her hips slightly for some reason. Her movements forced her jeans tightly against her vagina, and her thin little pussy slit was clearly outlined beneath her crotch.
"N… n… no, you weren't interrupting anything," stammered the young boy. "I was just sitting here thinking."
"Thinking about what?" she said in a teasing voice as she glided her body closer to him, finally standing almost against him, her denim covered thigh nearly touching his flushing face.
"Oh, nothing special. Larry and my mother and things."
"Things?" she asked, lowering her body and mentally noting that David's glance was fixed on her almost fully exposed breasts. "What things?"
David was finding it hard to think. His eyes were glued to her soft, luscious breasts, and as she lowered her body beside his, he could see perfect the sex-taut, bright red nipples at the summit of the warm fleshy mounds. As she sat completely, she leaned toward, and he noticed that another button had popped open her titties looking as though she was wearing nothing at all on top. He wanted to reach out and touch her, grab her breasts and feel all over her naked body the way he knew Larry had felt his mother's, but he was held in utter fear.
Karen smiled to herself as she almost read the boy's thoughts. He really was a shy one. Well, that would have to change.
"I'll bet you were thinking about your mother and Larry and when they're in bed together," she said as seductively as she could. She smiled as she saw his face turn a beet-red in embarrassment, and he finally managed to turn his gaze away from her luscious young tits.
"Yeah, sort of," he said. He wanted her to go away. She wasn't making his thinking any easier.
"I was thinking about them too," she said, her voice suddenly sounding warm and understanding. "I was thinking about how happy they can make each other."
Suddenly, David's emotions welled up inside of him, and he could hold them back no longer.
"I hate him," he snapped. "I don't care if he is your uncle. I hate him more than I hate anyone else in the world."
He was surprised at her reaction. He thought she might try and defend him, but instead, she said nothing for a moment.
"I don't really care for him all that much myself," she said finally. "And judging from what I know about him, I don't like the way he'll be treating your mother. We women have to stick together, you know."
He didn't quite know what to make of what she said, but he did know he liked hearing it. Perhaps she wasn't so bad after all and he suddenly wanted to know more about her. "What are you going to take in college?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"Oh, I don't know," she said. "Mostly I'm going to meet a lot of people, particularly boys. I hear that college boys really know how to show a girl a good time."