Denny's chest swelled with self-esteem. "I will." He hurried downstairs and out the door into the late morning sun. It all seemed like a dream out here. He looked back at the house one last time before heading home.
Joanne heard the downstairs door close and shut her eyes, allowing a well-deserved nap to envelope her.
CHAPTER FIVE
The downstairs bell woke Joanne from sleep. She looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was two in the afternoon. She stretched, feeling content and refreshed from her two hour nap. She climbed out of bed, the bell still ringing throughout the house.
"Jesus Christ," she muttered, grabbing a long silk robe. "Who the hell can that be?" she left the bedroom and strode to the door, ready to give whoever it was a piece of her mind for disturbing her sleep.
Angered, she threw open the door. "What…" It was Denny's father, Herb. "Herb… come on in." She calmed down, her anger vanished, curious about his visit in the middle of the day. "How come you're not working?"
Herb leered openly at her. "Vacation, Joanne," he said, going straight into the living room and making himself comfortable on the couch.
Puzzled, Joanne followed. "Why don't you make yourself at home, Herb," she joked. She sat across from him, her robe slipping open as she crossed her legs, baring an ample amount of smooth silky flesh. "What can I do for you on this glorious summer day?" She felt terrific. Denny's virgin cock had done wonders for her.
"I thought maybe the two of us could have a drink together," he said, enjoying the view of her long, sculptured leg.
Joanne's eyebrows lifted and a smile curled her full mouth. "What about your wife, Amy?"
"She's at her mother's today." He studied her, admiring her lush figure barely covered by the silky material of her robe.
"When the cat's away, the mice will play, huh?" She winked and leaned back comfortably in the chair, the top of the robe parting, her full creamy tits spilling out, only the nipples remained hidden from his lustful gaze.
"You might say that," Herb said confidently. "How about that drink?"
"You seem pretty sure of yourself, Herb." She loved the way he was ogling her and she didn't bother to cover her body, deciding a look couldn't hurt.
"I saw you this morning when you came out for your paper and flashed your body."
"So?" Joanne's eyebrows arched. "Did you like it?"
"Best-looking body in town," he said. "Denny thought so too, huh?" His mouth turned into a smile. "What did you do, tease him for awhile and send him, home to jerk off?"
A sultry expression coveted her face. "Maybe," she teased. "Maybe not. You spying on your kid?"
"Come on, Joanne."
Joanne was getting off on the conversation. "You know what they say about kids nowadays." She squirmed in the chair, feeling Denny's cum squish inside her pussy.
"You trying to tell me you did more than let my kid catch a few peeks at your body, like you're doing to me right now?"
"I'm not trying to tell you anything, Herb," she said, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue. "I'm just saying that kids today are more grown [missing text]."
"If you showed him anymore than what I'm looking at," Herb said, staring at her tits and long tapered legs, "He'd cum in his pants."
"I think, Herb you might be surprised about your son. He's quite a man."
"Cut the bullshit, Joanne. He's a shy kid. I know for a fact he's a virgin. Couldn't even screw that hot little bitch, Patti Towers, and she puts out to every God damn boy in town."
"Did you fuck her too, Herb?" Joanne asked.
"Nah. I don't go for kids. I like my women older, like you, with experience and technique."
"Ohhhhh," she purred. "Like father like son. Denny likes his women older too."
Herb screwed up his face, not believing a word she said. "C'mon. What did you do, let him touch you?"
"Maybe," she teased.
Herb was surprised and intensely curious. "Your tits?" He was getting hot. The idea of his son ogling Joanne's tits and maybe touching them was getting him aroused.
"Maybe," she replied, not admitting to anything. She was enjoying the cat and mouse game. She moved in the chair, her robe coming completely away from her tits, her large, rounded nipples exposed. She smiled. "I do have nice tits."
"I'll bet Denny liked them," Herb rasped, his eyes burning into her flesh.
Joanne stood up and walked over to the bar. "I think you need that drink now, Herb. You're getting overexcited." She poured him a double.
Herb was off the couch like a cougar, coming up behind her. "What I need, my hot little prick-teaser, is you." He wrapped his arms around her waist, rubbing his boner into her back.
"Mmmmmmm. You're hot, Herb. I can feel your cock."
"How would you like to feel it somewhere else?"
"No thanks, Herb. I've had enough for today." She giggled. Turning in his arms, she handed him his drink her tits pressing against his chest, his cock pushing against her belly. "Drink up, Herb. Calm yourself."
Herb took the drink, but didn't move. He tossed the warm scotch down in one gulp and dropped the glass to the floor. "You want me to believe my kid threw a fuck into you?"
"I don't want you to believe anything, Herb." She stepped out of his way.
Herb grabbed her slim waist, stopping her in her tracks as she tried walking away. The robe slipped off her shoulders and dropped to the floor.
"Now look what you've done," she said, enjoying his dominating attitude. She bent down, giving him a great view of her ass and wrinkled butt hole. She picked up her robe and the empty glass.
Herb's forehead glistened with perspiration. She was stunning! A real hot bitch! Knowing his son had been here all morning gnawed at his mind. He leered at her.
Joanne felt the juices in her pussy begin to seep. Standing naked in front of her neighbor was a real turn-on. The idea of maybe fucking him, the father of the boy whose cum mushed inside her cunt, was something she could look forward to.
"You look as if you've never seen a naked woman before, Herb." She strolled casually over to the chair and sat down, not bothering with the robe.
Herb followed her every move. "Did Denny see you like this?" he asked, needing to know about his young son.
"You have an unhealthy curiosity about your boy, Herb," she teased, sitting in the chair as if she were fully dressed. "What do you want me to tell you?"
"Everything," he said, his voice rough. "I want to know what you did to my kid."
"Not a thing," she purred, deciding to keep him suspense. "Not a thing. We had hot chocolate. He got a few peeks at my tits and he left."
Herb glared at her. His blood was boiling and his mind was on fire with lust. The smug look in her eyes and her taunting innuendo about Denny still burned in his head. He had to know for sure!
"What are you thinking, Herb?" she asked, admiring the bulge in his pants and speculating on the size.
"About you and my son," he said, his tone deep and gravelly. He took the three steps that brought him directly in front of her. He leered down at her naked body. "I want to know the truth."
Joanne sensed the truth might really turn him on. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "General or specific?" She continued to torment him.
He grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her to her feet, her milk-white tits bouncing from the violent action. "Just tell me." His mouth was inches from hers, and her natural scent attacked his brain.
Joanne shook his hand from her wrist and put her arms around his neck. Telling about his son was a real kinky idea and it appealed to her. She rubbed her body against him, enjoying the pressure of his boner digging into her belly. "He wanted to fuck me, Herb. Do you?"
"Yesssss," he snarled, his eyes on fire.