«I can wait,» Jerry said, and she went to the telephone to make the arrangements. He heard her whispering instructions to Debbie and listened to the small argument that seemed to be going on, but evidently the other woman soon agreed.
«Have to run and make myself very sexy,» Angela said. «Don't let him see you, dear.»
He felt a burgeoning of excitement as he went into the living room and took cover behind the big leather chair. From there, he could look into the kitchen and see as well as hear everything that went on. The couch was to his right, across the room, and Jerry had a clear view of that, also. Leaning back against the wall, his old robe wrapped around his body, he remembered that he hadn't gotten dressed in several days. It had been one long, terrific honeymoon with his mom, all that magnificent fucking and eating each other, spiced at the end by Debbie Carter's participation. He had the edge on his dad there; Mack didn't have another woman join in when he had married mom.
Peering around the chair, he saw his mother come back into the kitchen; she wore her slinky red dressing gown, the one that clung suggestively to every curve of her long, lithe body.
It added a tantalizing, mysterious quality to her already beautiful body, because the shimmering material couldn't quite be seen through, because the suggestions of nipples and the outlines of luscious breasts were barely guarded. As Angela moved to the counter, the gown flowed around her sleek hips, and there was just a quick, teasing flash of her long, supple legs. Luxuriously, her sun-gold hair purled down her back, a pendulum to call attention to the swinging of her shapely ass. If Lester Carter didn't raise a hard just looking at her, he didn't have any balls, and was beyond hope.
Though he'd been expecting it, Jerry jumped a little when he heard the knock on the back door. He stared as Debbie preceded her husband into the kitchen and saw her kiss his mother on the cheek as usual, even if he knew damned well that she wanted to blend hot tongue to wet tongue.
Lester was a redhead, a nice looking guy about five-ten and weighing possibly 190 — plenty big enough to beat the hell out of a skinny kid for dicking his wife, and Jerry found himself wishing hard that nothing would go wrong. He and his mom and Debbie might sneak around for months, fucking whenever they got a good chance, but sooner or later, they'd get caught at it.
He had another idea then: his dad had asked him to keep his mom out of trouble, to fuck her so well she wouldn't even be interested in screwing anybody else. Yet here they were, working out a plot to bring in another man. Jerry told himself that it wasn't really the same, because the guy's wife was already part of the family screwing, and wouldn't be yelling for a divorce.
«Sure,» Lester said to the offer of brandy and coffee, as the women maneuvered him onto a stool between them, «but I don't know why Debbie dragged me over here. I mean, if you and Mack are having problems, I don't know what the hell I can do to help.»
Angela said, «A man's viewpoint might do some good. Here's to solving problems, then.»
Jerry noticed that the man's eyes kept flitting over to Angela's tits, then hastily away, and knew that Lester must be getting a good whiff of her musky perfume. No doubt, he had eyed her lots of times before, dreaming a little about how good it would be to feel those slender legs wrapped around him while he fed his meat to the unknown juiciness of her pussy. But Lester had never gotten up enough nerve to make a pass.
Debbie sat up straighter. «While we're at it, we may as well discuss our own hangups, Les.» She looked great, Jerry thought, dressed in a simple pants suit that brought out all the ample curves of her mature body, and he felt a little thrill, remembering what a crazy fuck she had turned into once she let herself go, recalling the way she had gulped at the semen he pumped into her throat.
Even though Angela's thigh was pressing against his own, the guy looked sharply at his wife. «Not here, Debbie.»
«Here is the right place,» she insisted, «because I think I'm going to shock the hell out of you, Les.» Taking a deep breath that pushed her big tits strongly against her blouse, Debbie continued: «I haven't been happy with our sex life for a long time, and you haven't, either. Angela and I talked it over, and we decided that what you need is some variety.»
Lester poured himself some more of the heavily laced coffee. «Damnit, Debbie — «
But his wife plunged on. «Don't you think Angela is beautiful? Isn't she sexually attractive? I've seen you watching her, Les, and I can imagine what you were thinking.»
«Sure, she's beautiful, but that doesn't mean — «
Jerry saw his mother slide one hand over onto the man's thigh, and watched Lester flinch as if the fingers were red-hot, and thought maybe they were.
Debbie said, «Well, we're giving you a chance to make your erotic daydreams come true. Angela wants to make it with you, too. I approve, Les — I really want you to screw my best friend. That's why I brought you over here.»
The man swallowed noisily. «Wh — what? Debbie, what the hell are you — this isn't you; you never talked like — much less came up with such a wild idea; I don't know what's gotten into you.»
«It's what you have the opportunity to get into,» Debbie said. «Look at Angela, damnit! She has such lovely breasts, and her legs are so long and graceful; she's a truly passionate woman, and she's willing, Les. She's more than willing — she's hot, hot.»
Now Jerry watched his mom's hand creep into Lester Carter's crotch, fingering there while she leaned a firm breast into his upper arm, while her scented breath was warm at his ear.
Angela said, «It's not a wild idea, Lester; you're getting hard.»
Debbie leaned against her husband from the other side, and he was pinned between his wife and the woman he wanted to screw more just then. «Go ahead,» his wife said. «Feel those firm tits, her thighs; think of her pussy, all hot and juicy, just begging for your hard cock.»
«Damn!» Lester said with a gush of pent-up breath. «Debbie — Angela — I
— I just — «
«Come on,» Angela said then, lifting his hands to place them upon her breasts. «There — that was easy, wasn't it? Do you like my tits, Lester? They're not as big as your wife's, but I think they're pretty good. Feel how hard my nipples are — almost as hard as your prick, darling.»
Stunned, the man allowed himself to be nudged to his feet and moved on shaky legs between them to the living room. Jerry could see the bulge in his pants now, the outline of a good-sized shaft, but nowhere near as big as his own.
«There,» Angela purred, «just sit back and let us take off your clothes. Debbie — you get his shirt, while I take off his shoes and pants, okay?»
They stripped him quickly, yanking and pulling, and when Lester was naked on the couch, Angela ran her fingertips over his upright cock. «So this is what Debbie hasn't been getting enough of — it's a nice, hard one, too. And you have lovely balls, Lester; they seem very full.»
Chokingly, the man muttered, «Either I'm drunk or crazy, but I'm not stupid enough to turn this down.»
Standing away from them then, Debbie said, «I'll just slip over there and leave you two to make it by yourselves from here on.»
Her husband didn't even look up as she walked quickly to sit in the big leather chair where Jerry was hiding, and he wondered if Debbie knew he was behind it. Her eyes were fixed intently upon the couch, where Angela was disrobing now, and Jerry watched with her to see his mother's compelling body exposed.
She stood proudly, arching her back and making her high, fine tits stand out, rolling her hips lithely as the dressing gown floated down to the floor. Her burnished hair gleamed and drew Lester's eyes like a magnet. Jerry saw the guy's prick throb and looked closer at it; the rod was stumpy but solid, patterned by a blue network of swollen arteries, the head a bright and glowing red, as was the hair in his crotch and over his distended balls.