There was a soft knock on the bedroom door. Patty started, and in the mirror she could see the door open and Tom Jennings step into the room. He was smiling and carrying a glass of milk in his right hand; the smile seemed somehow odd to Patty, and his eyes were intensely bright as he moved toward her across the carpeted bedroom.
“I brought you a glass of milk,” he said, coming up behind her and leaning close to her as he put the glass down on the vanity.
Patty moistened her lips nervously. “Oh… thank you, Mr. Jennings. That’s… very nice of you.”
“Not at all.” His eyes moved slowly over her, looking into the mirror at her barely concealed breasts, as if he could see through the thin material of her nightie. His eyes dipped lower, looking at the creamy whiteness of her thighs, at the faint hint of her loins where the garment ended even though her legs were pressed tightly together. His smile seemed to widen as he saw her discomfort, and he reached out and touched her bare shoulder, lightly, with the tips of his fingers. Patty jumped involuntarily, the contact of his fingers on her bare flesh somehow hot, somehow repulsive. She shivered.
Jennings laughed silently, and moved away from her to sit on the bed with his legs apart, a lewd position, as if he were exposing his privates to her.
Patty looked sideways at him, quickly, at the way his thin polo shirt stretched taut over his massive chest at the protrusion of his flabby middle, at the way his trousers bunched in his crotch, outlining his penis and testicles against the thin material… She flushed and turned her gaze back to the mirror, continuing to brush her hair, wishing he would leave, feeling once again uneasy – and faintly frightened.
He said at length, “That’s a pretty sexy piece of nightwear you’ve got on there, Patty.”
She didn’t answer. Her throat was suddenly dry.
“I’ll bet Larry really liked it, didn’t he?” Jennings said, and there was no mistaking the vulgarness of his meaning.
Again, Patty said nothing.
“Yes sir,” Jennings said, “I’ll bet my son really got himself all heated up looking at you in that flimsy little nightie.”
Patty took a long breath and exhaled it slowly. “Mr. Jennings, if you don’t mind…”
“Tell me something, honey,” he interrupted.
“What?”
“How is Larry in bed?”
She gasped slightly. “What kind of question is that? I don’t…”
“I’ll bet he’s good. I’ll bet he’s almost as good as his old man. A chip off the old block, so to speak.”
Patty was trembling in earnest now, completely frightened by her father-in-law’s words, his presence and his manner. Go away, she thought fervently. Please go away and leave me alone. I don’t want to hear any more of this kind of talk.
Jennings said, “You must be feeling a little horny now, eh, Patty? I mean, it’s been more than three months since Larry left for Viet Nam, and any warm-blooded woman who’s gone without it for that long a time must be getting hot pants. And you’re a warn-blooded woman, Patty girl, I can tell. Oh yes, old Tom can tell about things like that, old Tom used to be quite a cocksman in his day.
“Stop it!“ she flared suddenly, turning toward him on the vanity seat. “What’s the matter with you? Why are you talking… dirty to me?”
“Talking dirty?” he said with elaborate innocence. “Why, I don’t know what you mean.
“Yes you do!”
He laughed, his eyes staring at her belly, staring at the bottom of her nightie… She realized that she was facing toward him, that he could almost see beneath the nightie at her naked womanhood, and she grew a brilliant crimson and turned away from him again quickly. “Mr. Jennings,” she said, “will you please leave now? I’d like to go to bed.”
“What’s the matter, honey? Don’t you like old Tom?”
“Right at this moment, no…!” she shot back.
“Tell the truth, now,” he said. “You are getting a little horny, aren’t you?”
“No! Now will you – “
Sure you are. I can always tell. It’s the way a woman walks. She walks different when she hasn’t had any loving for a while, when she hasn’t had a nice big cock to satisfy her…”
“Please, Mr. Jennings, stop talking like that!”
“… when she hasn’t had a good, hot wild fuck in a long…”
“Stop it! Stop it!”
“… time and she’s ready for it, ready to be fucked, ready to have a big hot cock shoved up her cunt, a big hot cock like I’ve got, honey girl…”
Patty jumped to her feet, her face livid, her eyes blazing with anger and with fear. “You’re… you’re crazy!“ she shouted at him. “You’re crazy and you’re sick to talk to me like that, your own son’s wife!”
“Oh come on now,” he said, and a thin line of spittle flecked the corners of his thick mouth. “Where do you get that off acting so goddamn righteous? I see the way you parade around here, wearing things like that nightie, wiggling that young hot ass of yours, shaking those big tits. You’re just asking for it, and you know goddamned well you are.”
“No! You really must be sick!“ “Not me,” Jennings said, his eyes travelling ceaselessly, hotly over her. “I’m just a normal man with a cold fish for a wife, a normal man who gets a big hard-on looking at a choice piece of ass like you, son’s wife or not. And what I see when I look at you is a come-on, honey girl!, a big neon sign saying ‘I want to be fucked, I want to be fucked.’ You want cock, baby, you know that and I know it, if you don’t care whose cock, then neither do I. It’s better if we keep it in the family, anyway, don’t you think?”
“You… you animal!”
Jennings stood up suddenly, his eyes narrowing, his big hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Don’t you call me that!” he snarled. “Don’t you ever call me that!“
Patty took a recoiling step backward, staring at him with increasing tenor, seeing the unmistakable bulge which was in evidence along the left leg of his trousers, the faint wet spot which stained the material at the bottom of the bulge. He advanced toward her, licking his lips continuously now, and then he began to talk to her in a low, lusting voice. “Gladys calls me an animal, my own wife, every time I want to fuck her. She called me that on our goddamned wedding night, and she’s been calling me that for twenty-five years. I’ve put up with it for that long because of Larry and because of appearances involving my job. But I don’t have to and I’m not going to put up with it from you, you prick-teasing little bitch!”
“Get… get away from me!”
“The hell I will!” he snapped, backing her against the far wall. His breath was hot and fetid in her face, making her cringe, making a small mewling sound escape her throat. “I haven’t been laid in five months now, two longer than it’s been for you, and I want my nuts cracked. I’ve got a load built up inside me that needs to be let loose, right now, and you, honey girl, are going to let it loose for me inside that hot little belly of yours!”
“No, no, no, no!”
“Oh yes, baby, oh yes. I’ve had enough of your prick-teasing and now I’m going to sample what you’ve been putting on display. And you’re going to cooperate, understand, or I’ll beat the living shit out of you!”
“I’ll… I’ll scream if you touch me!”
“You do and I’ll break your fucking neck!” Jennings spat into her face. “You’ll cooperate bitch! You’ll give me a ride like you give Larry, like you give my son!”
Patty leaned against the cold wall of the bedroom, twisting her head away from the lewdly contorted face which loomed above her. She felt strangely detached, disembodied, as if she was dreaming all of this, as if she could simply shake her head and wake up and find that everything which had happened in these past few minutes had been a terrible nightmare. This just can’t be happening, it just can’t! Her tortured mind screamed. My own father-in-law, my husband’s father, a man I trusted, the husband of a woman who has been like a mother to me… oh God, oh God, such perverted filth can’t be real.