"I've already told you I'd go to bed with you, Clifford," she was saying to him. "But why do you want to go to my house to do it? You're the first man that's ever asked me to do that. Most of them want to take me to their place but you want to go with me to mine.”
He put his hand on her leg and stroked it from her ankle toward her knee. "And you're the first woman I've ever met that's open enough to talk about a man fucking her before actually doing it. That kind of thing makes me hard as a rock. As for going to your place to do it, let's just say anticipation is a big part of the pleasure of fucking and I want us to have a lot of it. Fm thinking right now about how nice it's going to be to get in there between your legs and give you a nice working over. And the time it takes to get to your house and crawl into the sack will make me just that much hotter.”
She reached and touched his hand as it massaged her leg. It would be great to have it up her dress. "Okay, let's go," she agreed.
His idea about knowing they were going to make love a long time before they did it had a definite appeal, all right. In the car on the way over she felt waves of warmth flow through her loins at the thought of his naked body next to hers. There was something else very appealing about the man too -his deep, masculine voice. She could have sworn she'd heard it before some place but she couldn't remember where.
On the way into her driveway she was already feeling in his lap as he drove and teasingly rubbing his penis through his pants. His hand was in her lap and he was gently fondling her soft pubic area through her skirt.
"Just wait till I get this thing out in the open, Clifford," she told him. "I'm really going to put it to work on me. Fingering each other on the way over here and knowing what we're going to do has got me hot as a pistol.”
But as they pulled into her driveway and started to park she saw Rodney's car there. She apologized to Clifford and told him her daughter was supposed to be out with the boy, not sitting at home. If Jerri was there her whole night would be ruined, Jane suddenly realized. She could control Kathie, and even Karen and her boyfriend Kenny. They'd all be upstairs and she'd planned to take Clifford into her own bedroom. But if Jerri and Rodney were in the living room, things would be too tight. She couldn't just waltz in and take Clifford to her bedroom without saying something.
Inside the house she soon discovered the living room was empty. In fact, the place was quiet as a morgue. Then she heard it. A sound coming from the direction of her bedroom. "Ungh… ungh… ooh.,. ohh," came the groans.
Jane remembered Rodney's car parked outside and suddenly feared the worst. She couldn't bring a man home and have him find her daughter in bed with somebody-especially her own bed, Clifford would think the Spicers were a family of whores! She knew he heard the sounds so she asked him to please wait in the living room while she straightened things out. She marched into the bedroom.
Rodney, the same young man she'd let into her own pants just a short time before, was bouncing up and down between her daughter's legs like a jumping jack. Jerri's long black hair was tangled and she was huffing and puffing hard under every stroke of his penis. The girl was looking her mother right in the face but she was so near to her climax that it took her several seconds to realize what was going on. Then there was screaming back and forth between her and Rodney till she finally got him to slow down and look over his shoulder. The sight of her mother seeing them didn't faze him at all. "Damn, Jerri," he grunted, "your mother can… ungh… just go to… ungh, ungh… can just go to hell for all I care!" The sweat was streaming off his face and it was obvious he was too excited to bring himself to a halt. "I'm about to get my rocks off, can't you… can't you tell?" he yelled.
But Jerri's orgasm had been ruined by the shock of seeing her mother walk in and she told him so. "Go ahead and be a pig about it," she panted. "It's too late for me to get my cookies, but that doesn't matter to you any, does it?”
Rodney gave a few more fast hunches and ejaculated into her. He tumbled sideways and stared dumbly at Jane as he lay on his back beside her naked daughter. "If it'll make you feel any better, Jerri," he said acidly. "Jane didn't exactly improve my climax either.”
Jane was too shocked by it all to respond to him but Jerri asked him what he meant by calling her mother by her first name. She didn't even know he knew it, she told him. She jerked the bedspread up over her nakedness out of reflex when her mother kept staring, then felt silly about it and let it slide down again. She had already seen plenty. It was stupid to try and cover anything up this late in the game. Rodney still hadn't answered her question. When she asked him again, he broke into a wide grin.
Jane suddenly realized he was about to tell Jerri about the night he made love to her and wound up staying overnight. It was the one thing she had to avoid. She simply couldn't have her daughter find out such a thing. Fear provoked her into action. She interrupted Rodney before he spoke and her manner changed completely. "Now kids," she warily began, "let's not get too worked up over this little affair. Finding you two here surprised me, of course-that's why I was yelling at you, Jerri. But it didn't shock me. There's a difference, you know.”
Jerri sat up in bed. "It didn't?" she asked. She couldn't figure out her mother's sudden change of attitude.
"No," continued Jane. "Not at all. I realize you two are… are young, healthy people who-well, who are grown up enough to need their sex desires satisfied. You must admit, Jerri, that I've never been a really strict mother, I can understand these things.”
Rodney suppressed a guffaw. He saw Jane was willing to do anything to keep Jerri from finding out about them. The wheels turned in his head and he decided to get everything he could out of the situation. "Listen, Jerri, you mom's really cool, you know it? I mean we have to give her credit," he said. He was massaging her breasts openly in front of Jane and when he Saw her stifle a protest, he knew he was in command and that she knew it too.
Within ten minutes the three of them were sitting together on the bed drinking a toast. "To the grooviest mom in the world," he proposed, and they all drank up. Jerri was surprised at what was happening but if he was happy with things, so was she. They kissed and fondled each other in front of Jane. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered for a long time. At first Jerri vehemently shook her head and frowned, but after a little while she started smiling. He had won her over.
"Listen, Mom, Rodney knows a guy who once… well, who once made love to his girl friend and- and her mother. At the same time! And he says the mother wasn't half as good-looking as you," Jerri blurted out.
All three began to know what was coming. Jane admitted she had changed a lot in recent weeks and was much more adventuresome than she used to be, but she didn't know about anything that far out. But Rodney gave her a knowing glance and she remembered his threat. Maybe she'd go along with it but she had to put up at least a token protest, she felt. Rodney poured them all another drink and soon had his hand on Jane's knee. He began inching it under her dress and she felt shivers go up her spine. Mother and daughter looked at each other and a mutual pact seemed to grow between them.
"Rodney is a nice-looking boy," ventured Jane.
"He's a great lover, Mom," bubbled Jerri, "Let him show you. I won't be a bit jealous.”
" 'Course you won't," he told her excitedly. "You'll be getting loved up too, at the same time." He grabbed her naked breasts and shoved his other hand up Jane's dress, drawing the three of them together. "Honey," he said to Jerri, "you're poor mom's still got her clothes on. Let's help her out, huh?”