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her head on hisshoulder久久久久久久综合狠狠综合

Author's Comment: Life can be a time when everything is pretty much routine, and you've figured out pretty much what you think the world is like and...what you're like. And then something comes along to shake that world view up and everything just goes to hell in a hand basket. That's what this story tries to catch the flavor of.==========================Chapter One Claire Richardson was excited as she boarded the school bus. She didn'ttake the time to examine that feeling, even though she was thirty-threeyears old and was on her way to a high school football tournament. Shejust enjoyed the thrills that were coursing through her body as shebounced up the steps and entered a tiny world of controlled chaos. Thenoise hit her like a falling wall as she turned the corner to facefifty-some-odd students, all of whom seemed to be shouting at the topof their lungs. Most of them were boys, a few of whom she knew becauseher son, Bobby, had brought them to the house for one meal or another,or because they had dated her daughter, Lori. No one seemed to notice her at first, though, whether they knew her ornot. The boys were thinking about the upcoming games. The girls wereclustered in little groups that cheerleaders always seemed to sortthemselves into. They weren't exactly cliques, because the girls were ateam of sorts too, but they had natural tendencies to hang with theother girls who were most like them. Had Claire stopped to examine the feelings coursing through her body,she might have recognized them as being remarkably like sexualfeelings. She might have noticed that her panties were a little dampand that her nipples had spiked through the cream colored silk blouseshe should have known better than to wear to a sporting event weekend.But she hadn't had time to change after work. She was dressed forbusiness—a charcoal wool skirt clinging to her hips, makingthe jut of her breasts seem larger than they actually were. She wasn't ignored for long. Had Claire examined the faces of all those teenagers, she might havenoticed that a lot of the boys' eyes lingered on her as she wadedslowly through the crowd, lugging her bag behind her, looking for herown children. Or she might have noticed the frowns of some of the girlsas THEY noticed who the boys were looking at with that look in theireyes that made the girls get wary and careful. But it had been a long time since Claire had been in an atmospherecharged so heavily with teen hormones and the spirit of impending"combat," and she'd forgotten how it affected a person. She'd shut awayher own feelings for the last ten years, after her husband had saidthat two screaming kids wasn't what he had in mind for his future. Back when Claire was in high school, she had fought off all the boys,looking to her future and wanting to save her virginity for the man shejust knew would sweep her off her feet. It was made that much moredifficult by the fact that she was a cheerleader. She resisted men incollege too, until the team won a big game and a frat on campus threwthem a victory party. She had perhaps one too many wine coolers thatnight. The star of the game was a boy named Denny  who had convincedher to give him a victory kiss. Denny's kisses had set her on fire. Herresolve to stay a virgin seeped away like the fluid in her wine coolerwhen it was knocked over as he pulled her up. The next thing she knew,she was lying on a bed with him in a darkened room. And it HAD been glorious. She hadn't had any idea how wonderful a stiffpenis would feel stroking the walls of her vagina and scraping alongher enflamed clit. Her almost instant addiction to that feeling had ledto her lying naked under him time and again. He’d knocked herup while they were both sophomores in college, and she'd agreed tomarry him even though she liked several other boys more. She'd wantedto believe they were in love and nothing either of their parents hadsaid against the marriage had sunk in. And, truth be told, things hadn't been so bad at first. But when he'dgotten her pregnant again within a year, and the money troubles hadstarted, and he'd had to take two jobs, and couldn't party with hisbuddies, he'd thrown in the towel. Claire had been left to finishcollege and raise Lori and Bobby by herself, with a little help fromher parents now and then. So SHE was the one who had to take three jobs and forego dating or anysocial relationships outside her jobs. And her determination hadfinally led her to find something she was good at. She'd taken an entrylevel job at a bank and had eventually worked her way up to being themanager of the loan department. Her single-minded devotion to her twochildren had resulted in success in the business world and acomfortable living for them all. But it was at the cost of her sociallife, as she deflected the well meaning...and somenot-so-well-meaning…advances of the men she ran into in thatbusiness world. She knew she was beautiful and desirable. She cultivated thatappearance, because it had helped her succeed in the banking business.She was aware that she was attractive and that people—bothmen and women—saw her as a sexual being, but she viewed thatside of her as a tool, used only to seal a deal and not to pursuepersonal enjoyment. Her fingers did for her what she thought her bodyneeded occasionally. She had grown so used to the convenience of beingable to grab a quick orgasm now and then that she had unconsciouslyheld herself aloof from any relationships with a man that might havebeen vastly more satisfying. It was almost an accident that she’d met Coach Bondurant, or"Chuck" as he demanded she call him. She knew he was her son's footballcoach, because Bobby talked about him like he was a legend. So, when heapplied for a loan to buy a house in Hillsdale, where she lived, andhis file was brought to her for approval, she’d decided tomeet him in person. That he was five years younger than she was something she noticed butdidn't dwell on. He had a good job and, as far as she could tell, wasgood at that job, so she had approved the loan. Having been turned downby two other banks, his thanks had been effusive, and her casual, "Youcoach my son Bobby," had generated praise for her as a mother. That was what made her give him another look. Being a mother was herpride and joy. And that look had turned into a chat, and that chat had resulted in hissolicitation for her to be a sponsor for the regional championshipsthat the team was going to attend. When he explained that the team,along with their supporting cheerleaders, would be staying in a motelfor several nights, and that adults were needed to chaperone them, andthat the cheerleading coach was eight months pregnant and couldn't go,and that he was having a hard time getting a female to agree to comealong for the ride, Claire made one of those snap decisions that shehad learned to trust. She agreed to do it. There had been little time to plan or think about things before it wastime to pack her bag and get in her Lexus to drive to the school. Bobbyand Lori had already made arrangements and were already gone as shebacked out of the driveway and drove to Hillsdale High School. She wasthinking about trips SHE had taken as a cheerleader almost twenty yearsago. She had seen what some of the cheerleaders did with the playerswhen adults weren't watching and she knew well what football playerswere like. "Denny the Derailer," her former husband, was a linebackerwho had battered down her defenses as effectively as he battered downthe defenses around the quarterbacks he sacked. She hadn't thought about Denny for a long time, moving on with herlife. He dropped a card to the kids once in a while, but neither ofthem had ever seen him once they got old enough to remember him. Theyknew who he was, but had no real feeling for him. The three ofthem—Claire and her two children—had poured all oftheir affection into their little family. Maybe it was the memory of that wild night when she lost hervirginity...and got pregnant with Bobby…that re-awoke theemotions coursing through her as she boarded the bus that day. If so,she wasn't aware that she was excited in the same way she'd beenexcited that fateful night so long ago. All she knew was that she wasexcited and she was having fun BEING excited. There hadn't been muchexcitement in her life for a long time. At any rate, as she bumped and jostled her way down the aisle of thebus, pushing past students, looking for her children, she looked likeshe felt. She was a woman who made the boys turn their heads towardher, admiring the thrust of her breasts through the silk blouse,including the prominent nipples that pushed through her thin Victoria'sSecret bra. She saw Bobby and Lori sitting together in a seat toward the back ofthe bus and an even warmer feeling raced through her. They were talkingto each other animatedly, obviously fond of each other, and that madeher feel good. So many brothers and sisters fought constantly, but thatwas something she didn't have to put up with. And there were other students involved with them, leaning over the backof the seat in front of them or standing beside them. They wereobviously popular. It made her feel successful as a parent. Lori saw her first and smiled widely as she waved. She stood up andcalled out, "Hi Mom!" As Lorie's voice pierced the cacophony of sound, teenagers looked tosee Claire making her way slowly toward them. She heard one boy say,"That's your mom? Wow!" That simple comment, made by a boy young enough to be her son, causedClaire to blush. The compliment that from an older man would have beenshrugged off as normal jarred her into thinking about herattractiveness in a different way than she usually did. There was astrange mix of emotions that flooded through her as she thought brieflyabout the irony of the fact that a mere boy's positive appraisal of herappearance meant something to her, while the same thing from a manwould have been deflected like a poorly thrown pass. "Mom!" Claire's eyes darted to her daughter's face, which was showing a mix ofsurprise and embarrassment. Lori was looking at her mother's breasts.Claire looked down and saw immediately what Lori was embarrassed about.Claire had very prominent nipples most of the time, and they wereadvertising their presence plainly. The woman in her was proud of them. The mother in her immediatelyrecognized that her daughter would think she was improperly dressed. Never mind the fact that Lori had inherited her mother's nipples andthat she often showed hers off too. What Lori thought was fine forherself did not apply to her mother. "Sorry," said Claire to her daughter. She looked at Bobby who was alsostaring at her chest interestedly. There wasn't anything she could doabout it now. If she covered the tips of her breasts it would only drawmore attention to them and she was used to men staring, so she decidedto tough it out. "I'll change when we get there," she said. "I would hope so," said Lori, looking around. She counted at least fiveboys who were staring at her mother. The look on their faces was justlike when they stared at her or one of the other girls. She was awareon a cerebral level that an "older woman" could be a turn on for ayounger man, and she knew her mother was beautiful, but the emotionsshe felt at that moment were distinctly uncomfortable.  It wasodd to think of her mother as potential competition. At the same time,with the certainty of all young women, Lori was sure that she was moredesirable than any older woman could be.  "Never mind. I'mbeing silly. You want to sit with us?" That sent another shot of warmth through Claire as her children, ratherthan being standoffish that their mother was there, welcomed her. Therewasn't any place nearby to put her bag, but a boy offered to put it inthe back with the other luggage, which was piled high on the last tworows of seats. By the time she sat down, Claire Richardson was an overflowing jumbleof emotions, almost all of them pleasurable. She was immediatelysurrounded by boys who, for some reason, wanted to talk to herchildren. It made her feel young again. At least until all the kids started calling her "Mrs. Richardson." Thatbrought her back to earth pretty quickly. But even then it was obviousshe was being accepted by the kids, and that made her feel almost asgood. She had barely settled in, squeezing Bobby and Lori up against thewindow of the bus, when Coach Bondurant got on the bus. He called theroll and, when he had decided everyone who was supposed to be therewas, he introduced her. "Mrs. Richardson has kindly agreed to chaperone this trip," heannounced. "I know you won't give her any hassles ... RIGHT?!" A chorusof “RIGHT” was yelled out in that tone of voicethat kids all use to let adults know they've said something stupid,even though they are expected to agree with it. Coach Bondurant wenton. "AND, just so we all understand each other, Mrs. Richardson was acheerleader when she was in high school, so she knows all the tricks.Don't think you're going to be able to game her, because you aren't." Claire wanted to giggle when there was a softer chorus of sighs thatclearly indicated some hopes had been dashed, both male and female. Thecoach waved her forward and, as she left, she heard a boy whisperbehind her. "Man Bobby, your mother is HOT!" There was a smack, as of a hand on an arm perhaps, and Lori yipped,"Shut UP Thomas!" Claire just grinned and went up to talk with the Coach. He had saved aseat for them, it turned out, because he’d assumed she'd wantto sit with him rather than the students. As she sat down she saw thathis eyes were fastened firmly where every other male's eyes had been.He looked up and caught her...catching him. He blushed. "Sorry," he said. Then he smiled. "But I'm normal I guess.I hope you won't hold it against me." He sounded so sincere that she decided not to react as she normallywould have reacted. "I suppose I could give you another chance," shesaid. "I didn't have time to change into something more appropriate." "Thank you," he said and, to her surprise, he sounded like he meant it."Sit down and I'll show you the schedule and go over the expectationsof the school board.” It never occurred to Claire that his thanks might be for more than just... another chance. He hauled out a thick three ring binder and flipped it open to a listof rules and policies that the board expected the team to follow ontrips like this one. He was all business now. "You can read over these in the room tonight, or as we drive if youwant," he said. Then he launched into explaining a matrix of lines with names besidethem of all the schools that would be playing at the tournament,explaining how losses and wins affected lines that didn't have anythingbeside them. Claire began to remember how things worked and soon theywere chatting about their chances of advancing and his tactical plans.Claire loved football. It was one of the few sporting events shefollowed and watched on TV. That her children were like-minded madetheir weekends full of sports, both inside and out of the house. Thebus started off and the noise level abated somewhat as kids began tocluster into smaller groups and have their own discussions. "So, other than enforcing the rules, what am I supposed to do?" askedClaire. The bus was bounding along on an uneven road now and she saw Chuck'seyes drawn again and again to what she felt bouncing up and down on herchest. To his credit he tore his eyes away from her breasts again andagain, looking at the book or at her face. She thought his attempts tomake good his "second chance" were cute. He appeared to be trying to bea gentleman, at least. "Well, really, it mostly amounts to making sure the kids don't lettheir emotions get away from them...off the field," he said. "I meanthey're kids and they do what kids have always done if they get thechance." His eyes strayed to her bouncing breasts once again. Claire laughed. "Well, if they're in separate rooms that shouldn't beso hard.” Chuck didn't smile. "The boys know that breaking curfew will get thembenched, but the girls sometimes don't care about that and try to sneakinto the boys' rooms. And, of course, the boys who AREN'T involvedwon't rat them out to the coach, so we have to keep our eyes peeled." "Are there really that many problems?" asked Claire. "You were a cheerleader. Were there problems back then?" asked Chuck,not knowing her history, but assuming that such a beautiful andsuccessful woman would not have any skeletons in the closet. Her response was confusing to him. First she took in a breath anddidn't breathe it back out. Then she blushed. Then her mouth opened andclosed several times. Finally she stammered, "I see what you mean." Itleft him wondering about her past, but he didn't ask any questions. "We'll try to put their rooms as far from each other as we can," hesaid. “Sometimes we don't have much choice in the matter." The rest of the trip—several hours—was spent inlight conversation, during which both adults developed a respect foreach other that didn't surprise them...and an attraction that did. The coach's words were prophetic, in ways he couldn't have dreamed. Itturned out that all the other schools had arrived already. Several hadtaken more rooms than they had originally booked and, based on Chuck'spreliminary room diagram, they were two rooms short at check-in. Themotel manager was apologetic, blaming his staff for overbooking themotel. He called three other places in town, but if they went thatroute the team would be scattered all over the place. Fire codesprohibited more than a set number of people being lodged in a room and,as they pored over the paper map the manager produced, it became clearthat there would be one female and one male student left over after allthe rooms were assigned. And that didn't take into account either Chuckor Claire. Oddly, the solution was offered by Lori, who came to the desk afterbeing chosen by the team to find out why they were all standing around.When she found out the problem she said simply, "Why don't we put Bobbyand me and you and Coach in one room?" Chuck looked at Claire and she stared back. It wasn't perfect, but itwas a lot better than either of them had come up with. It was agreedthat it was the best fix to the problem. The manager was all smiles then, until it was determined that, in oneof the rooms, there was a bed missing. Investigation revealed that onebed had been broken the night before, so badly that it couldn't be usedany longer, and the maintenance staff had removed it. The remaining bedwas a queen sized bed, but it wouldn't sleep four. Everybody else was assigned a room and told to return to the bus at atime specified for supper. In the meantime the manager scurried around,looking for another bed. He came back looking unsure of how his newswould be received. "The best I can do is provide a mattress and linens" said the harriedinnkeeper. "I realize it would amount to little more than a pallet onthe floor. I'm sorry, but there's nothing else I can do." "Don't you have a roll-away or something?" asked Claire. "I'm really sorry, but they're all taken," said the man. It becameobvious that he had put more people in some rooms than the fire codeallowed, but wasn't willing to admit it. Claire looked at her children and Coach Bondurant. "What do you think?"she asked helplessly. Chuck said, "I'll sleep on the floor. It's no big deal." The manager fidgeted. He made it obvious he had other things to do. Claire, used to being in charge of things, said, "OK, we'll work it outsomehow. Let's just get in the room before somebody else comes alongand takes it." She gave a dark look at the manager, who just shruggedhis shoulders. "Of course we'll give you a discount," said the manager. "I would hope so!" barked Claire. When they got to the room a motel worker was already dragging in themattress that would go on the floor. It was only a double. "We can't fit two people on that!" complained Claire. She rememberedwhat it had been like in college, when she and Denny had shared such abed. Back then it had been romantic, but this was a different situation. Once again it was Lori who suggested a solution. "Look, Bobby and I could fit on that. His stinky feet will hang overprobably, but then they won't be under the covers where their smellwill keep me awake." She grinned as her brother gave her a gentleshove. "There's plenty of room in the big one for two people to sleepand not run into each other." Claire wasn't overjoyed about this fix. "Couldn't Bobby and the coachsleep in the big bed?" she asked. "Mom," said Lori with exaggerated patience. "You wouldn't becomfortable sleeping on the floor and you know it. Bobby and I canshare the little bed. Like coach said, it's no big deal." "But still, you two would have to be right next to each other," saidtheir mother. "That's OK," said Lori. "He's not so bad." Chuck spoke up. "How about if Bobby, and your mother and I slept in thequeen? That would leave the smaller bed for Lori. Bobby could sleep inthe middle." Bobby laughed. "I like you coach, but not that much. I don't think Icould sleep rubbing up against a man. I mean Lori's my sister, but I'drather bump into her than a man." And so it was decided. There would be a male and female in each bed. Bythen it was time for supper and they didn't have time to argue about itanymore. Claire couldn't even think about it as she tried to getthrough the pandemonium of feeding in excess of fifty kids, whilebusloads of kids from other schools competed for available seats andfood. By the time the screaming kids piled out in the motel parking lot andbegan to straggle toward their rooms, Claire was so tired she didn'tcare who she slept with. She and Lori claimed the bathroom first.Claire sat on the commode while Lori showered and they talked aboutthings in general. Then Lori dried her hair while Claire stood underthe warm water. That water suddenly started going cold and she had toshut it off as she got goose bumps all over her body. She got out ofthe shower and dried off hastily, putting on the silk pajamas she'dbrought to sleep in, not dreaming she'd have to sleep with anyone. She looked up to find Lori staring at her. "Aren't you going to wear abra to bed?" asked her daughter. Claire looked in the mirror and sawthat she hadn't dried her body all that well and the cold had spikedher nipples again. They were making two damp points in the thin silk ofher pajamas. "I hate to wear bras to bed," she complained. "Well Coach will love you in that outfit," said Lori. "Coach will be gentleman enough to ignore me," said Claire. "I wouldn't bet on that if I were you," said Lori. "I can't believe myown mother looks sexy in pajamas!" Claire looked at Lori, who was wearing a white T shirt and panties.Claire could see her daughter's dark nipples through the shirt. "You don't have much room to talk," she said. "You aren't wearing a braeither, and you don't look so shabby yourself in that. Surely youaren't going to let coach Bondurant see you in just panties." "I thought I'd be staying in a room with girls, Mom. I didn't bringthings to wear for bed around men!" "Well you can't just show a strange man your panties," said the motherin Claire. "Wait here." Claire went into the room and asked the two men if either of them hadan extra pair of boxer shorts or gym shorts that Lori could wear. Bobbydug through his suitcase and pulled out a pair which he threw to hismother. As far as Claire was concerned, the shorts didn’t help allthat much. Her daughter was growing up and was beautiful. "You're still going to make their eyes bug out in that outfit," shesaid. Lori laughed. "This old thing?" She giggled some more. "Coach will beso busy looking at you he won't even notice I'm there." By the time Lori had helped her dry her hair and pull it back into apony tail, Claire's nipples had softened and weren't so pronounced. Shefelt much better about going out into the room, where she planned ongetting under the covers as quickly as possible. She wasn't prepared for the change in temperature between the bathroom,with its fogged mirror, and the cool of the main room. By the timeshe'd taken five steps into the room her nipples were again proudlypoking out. Lori was almost correct. When the two women walked into the room, bothmen looked at them. Chuck's eyes were, in fact, riveted on Claire,though he glanced at Lori, too, several times, his eyes looking like hewas at a tennis match. He settled for looking at the ceiling. He andBobby had been watching TV. He stayed in his chair and told Bobby to goon and take his shower. "There's no hot water left," warned Claire. "It ran out in the middleof my shower." The men took it like men and dashed in and then out of the showerquickly. Both wore gym shorts and T shirts to bed. It was odd being in bed with another person at all, much less a strangeman. Claire's emotions, which had already been on high alert, builteven more. She couldn't sleep. As she lay there trying not to make anynoise in the semi-dark, her eyes adjusted to the light from the parkinglot coming in through the thin drapes over the motel windows. Her mindflitted here and there, remembering things. She could feel heatemanating from Chuck, even though there was a chaste fold of blanketgathered between them. It took her ten minutes to realize shewas...horny. It took her ten more minutes to realize she wasn't going to get tosleep unless she did something about it. Ever so slowly, she slipped her right hand down her stomach and underthe waistband of her silk pajama bottoms. Her senses were heightenedand anticipation made her tense as she felt the first strands of herpubes on her fingertips. She almost couldn't suppress a sigh as herfinger split her labia, which were stuck together with the proof of herexcitement, and her fingertip slid onto her engorged clit. She spreadher legs automatically and her right leg bumped Chuck. She froze. Listening, she realized she could hear the smallestsounds—Chuck’s slow breathing, the rustle of bedclothes from the makeshift bed her children were in, as they moved intheir sleep, voices from outside somewhere, and the sighing of air asthe wall unit under the window tried to pump warm air into the room. Hearing nothing that caused her to believe she'd be discovered, Clairepressed with her index finger on the little bump that was her ticket tosleep. She rolled her fingertip in a circle, playing with theprotrusion, and felt the thrills shoot through her that always camewhen she mauled the little lump of flesh. She went slowly, enjoying theway her passion built as she played with herself. She was perhaps halfway to her orgasm when she heard Lori's almostsilent whisper. "Bobby! Not now! Mom's right there!" Claire froze again. Very slowly she turned her head. Her hair was inher face and she was afraid to lift her hand from under the covers toremove it. She could see through one eye the heap of covers that wereher children. It was moving. There was a little sighing moan that wasin a voice too deep to be her daughter's. "Please?" came Bobby's voice in a whisper. "You'll wake up Mom," came the whisper of her daughter. "You want herto know what we do?" "Nooo," moaned Bobby. "We won't wake her up if we're careful. You knowhow hard she sleeps. Pleeease? I'm sooo horny." What Bobby was referring to was the fact that, most nights, Claire tooka sleeping pill. Her work was demanding on an emotional level, and thepill ensured that she'd get a good night's sleep to face the next day. But this night she hadn't taken the pill. She hadn't thought it wouldbe necessary. There was silence, broken by the sound of what was most likely a kiss.It sounded like a long, wet kiss. Claire couldn't believe what she washearing. Her own children? Kissing? And quite likely more than that?! Lori's voice still came in a whisper, but it was a breathy one, as ifshe were breathing hard. "Do you have a rubber?" "In my suitcase," was Bobby's equally breathy reply. "But I can't getup and get it. It would wake her up for sure," he moaned. "Mmmmm that feels good," sighed Lori. "But you know we shouldn't do itwithout a condom." "Wouldn't you like something more than just my finger?" he whispered. "We shouldn't do it without a condom," repeated Lori. Now it wasobvious that she was breathing hard. Claire could hear her deep rapidbreaths in the quiet of the room. "Just this once?" pleaded Bobby. "You always say just this once," said Lori. But Claire could hear in her voice that Lori was going to let herbrother do it. She was going to let her brother slide his stiff youngprick into her teenaged pussy, where it would spurt long sticky ropesof his potent teenaged sperm into her womb.Chapter Two Claire tensed the muscles in her abdomen and took a breath, preparingto sit up and stop them. But she froze when her hand got caught in herpajama bottoms. She was astonished to find that she had continued torub her clit as the scene unfolded beside her. Then she thought about the uproar that would result if she yelled.Chuck would surely wake up, and then she'd have to explain to him whatwas going on. She relaxed and pulled her hand out of her pajamas, hermind racing. What should she do? Her head turned and she felt lightheaded as she saw the lump that was the covers under which her childrenwere supposed to be sleeping move. It humped up as Bobby obviouslyclimbed on top of his sister. Again she took a breath to yell ... scream ... do SOMETHING. But shecouldn't embarrass the children in front of the coach, not to speak ofthe embarrassment SHE would feel, too. She realized she was stillholding her breath and let it out in a whoosh. "What was that?" whispered Lori's voice. Claire had a flash of inspiration. If she got up and went to thebathroom, they'd stop. Then she could make noise...toss and turn...likeshe was having a hard time getting back to sleep. If she did it longenough, they'd surely give up this crazy idea. Lori's voice came again. It was a drawn out "mmmmmm" sound that Clairerecognized as having made herself, on numerous occasions when Denny'scock had slid into her pussy. Bobby groaned softly too. He hadobviously just pushed his hard adolescent penis into his sister'spussy. Claire saw the covers move as Bobby thrust hard into Lori. Claire sat up. She flung the covers off of her legs and swung her feettoward the children. The covers stopped moving and Claire heard bothher children gasp. Claire stood up and padded around the bed and intothe bathroom. She stood there in the dark for a minute until sherealized they would expect the door to close and the light to go on.She closed the door. They had stopped. Her plan was working. Claire almost didn't remember to flush the toilet. She stood in thebathroom, ears straining to hear anything that might come through thedoor. It had been useless, though, and, with a start, she realized shedidn't know how long she'd been in there. She turned off the light andwent blind immediately. Opening the door, Claire put her hands out andstepped, groping in front of her, into the room. She knew roughly wherethe space was between the beds. She had to go around the one she andChuck were sharing—he was on the side closest to thebathroom—and she bent over to feel for the edge of the bed. Her hands fluttered along the covers and onto Chuck's feet. She jerkedthem away instantly, then reestablished contact with the bed and workedher way around it. Her eyes still hadn't adjusted to the dark, so shecouldn't see the lump that had been her son on top of her daughter. She didn't hear anything, though. She slipped back into bed, trying to make enough noise to frighten herchildren, but not wake up Chuck. It almost worked. As she settled onto her side, so she could see the children when hernight vision returned, Chuck rolled. His arm draped across her body andhis hand fell to the bed beside her left breast. Claire tensed up,getting ready to rebuff this man's obvious pass at her. She felt Chuck's hot breath blow against the back of her neck in a longdrawn out sigh. He stopped moving. Claire realized she was holding her breath again. She let it out slowlyand tuned her body to feel what Chuck's was doing. The only realcontact between them was his arm draped across hers. He was breathingdeeply and slowly. He must have just turned in his sleep. But now Claire had a problem. If she moved, she'd wake him up for sure.She was, for all intents and purposes, trapped. Slowly, her sight returned to her and she looked at the mattress on thefloor. They were still now. Her plan had worked. Strangely comforted byChuck's arm draped over her, she drifted into a troubled sleep. Claire's eyes snapped open perhaps an hour later. There had been anoise of some sort. Chuck was fully spooning her now, his breath stillslow and soft in her hair. There was a female whimper from the palletnext to the bed. Claire could see quite well now, from the light comingin around the drapes that were not completely covering the windows. The lump in the covers over her children looked much too tall to havebeen made by only one body. And it was moving. They were doing it again! Claire lay there helplessly as she heard Bobby assure his sister thattheir mother was asleep again, and heard the quiet mewling sounds thatcommunicated that Lori was having a wonderful time. Then, to her dismay, she heard the little grunting sounds from Bobby'sthroat that she somehow knew meant his penis wasspurting…inside Lori...without a condom to contain it orprotect Lori from pregnancy. Claire didn't know what to do. She was used to making momentousdecisions at work every day, decisions that had the potential forchanging the world. But in this situation she felt helpless. She knewshe should have stopped them. On the other hand it was obvious thiswasn't the first time this had happened. How long had they been doingthis? She heard Bobby's whispered "Thank you," and Lori's answering "I loveyou." It sounded so heartfelt and real, just like she and Denny hadspoken to each other in moments of intimacy. Claire couldn't believe the warm feeling in her own abdomen. It wasjust too strange and bizarre. She felt a tear in her eye break free androll down her cheek. She couldn't decide if it was because of what herchildren had just done...or because of the sudden loss she felt becauseshe didn't have that kind of intimacy in her life anymore. Exhaustion finally claimed its hold on Claire's consciousness and shefell asleep. She woke later, having a dream about a man's hand cupping herbreast...a strong man's hand. It felt good. She smiled at her dream anddrifted back to sleep. Claire woke to see brighter light coming in around the blinds anddrapes that covered the windows of the room. The first thing shethought of was that Chuck's arm was still over her, pinning her to thebed. Then she felt his hand—his strong, manlyhand—cupping her left breast. He was still breathing slowlyand deeply, asleep. She moved and he snorted, his hand closing tighter on her breast. Then,Claire heard his breathing cease, and there were two tentative littlesqueezes, as he realized just where his hand was and what it wascupping. The hand darted away from her and he lifted his head. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. Claire had just remembered what she had seen and heard the nightbefore—her children…making love. "It was an accident," she whispered back. "Don't worry about it." Chuck rolled away from her and out of the bed. As he headed for thebathroom Claire looked at him. The front of his shorts was tentedoutward. Denny's penis had been like that in the mornings. He hadcalled it his "morning wood." Quite often, when he came back from thebathroom on those mornings, it was still hard. He loved to fuck in themorning. Claire realized her pussy was wet. Her emotions, which had abatedduring sleep, surged again.==========================It was a rough day for Claire. She dressed in a khaki blouse and skirtoutfit she thought was cute, and she was right. All day men stared ather, whether they were adults or young men her son's age. The fact thatshe now knew her son was sexually active made her look at those youngmen in a different light. Each of them, she realized, had the capacityto climb between her legs and scratch the itch that she had felt allmorning and couldn't seem to suppress. At one point she went to thegirls' bathroom and locked herself in a stall, masturbating franticallyto ease her desire. But all that did was get her hotter. She was tense all day. It didn't help that she was around Chuck most ofthe day, helping him with the record keeping and running errands forhim. She caught herself looking at his trim, athletic body. It was hardand she just KNEW he'd be good in bed. She shook her head, trying toshake those thoughts from her mind. He was her son's coach! And,despite there only being five years between them, she couldn't help butlook at him as much younger than herself. "What am I thinking?" she berated herself. She tried to keep an eye on her children too. Every time she saw themtogether—which was more often than she would have thoughtbefore last night—they were smiling, happy children, asnormal looking as all the others around them. They didn't hang on eachother, but they didn't avoid each other either. They just looked...normal. By contrast, there were other kids who bickered and fought. In mostcases it seemed like the normal everyday interaction of teenagers whowere in competition with each other. She noticed one boy—aredhead—and a girl with long blond hair, who were angry witheach other about something and acidic in their statements to oneanother. The blond, at one point, was hanging on another boy when abrown-haired cheerleader girl stalked up and pushed the blond away. Thebrunette yelled at the redheaded boy. "Tell your slut sister to stay away from my boyfriend!" The redhead waved a hand. "She doesn't listen to me. What do you expectfrom a slut anyway?" "Well THAT brother and sister don't cuddle in bed...that's for sure,"Claire said to herself. She couldn't help but compare those angrysiblings to her own loving children. It bothered her. She wanted her children to love each other...but they loved each otherTOO much. Didn't they? And it didn't appear to hamper their performance either. Bobby playedwell and helped the team win their first game. Lori was the pictureperfect cheerleader, exhorting the spectators to yell and chant andcelebrate each positive aspect of the game. She was bright and happyand full of vim and vigor. Claire realized she was slumping as she watched her daughter. "I mightbe full of energy too if I'd gotten my ashes hauled as well as itlooked like YOU did last night," she muttered to the girl who couldn'tpossibly hear her. "Say what?" asked Chuck, turning to her. "Oh!" she blushed. "Nothing. I was just talking to myself." "Tell yourself hi for me." He grinned. "And mention to yourself thatyou look really nice today." He looked back at his team as Claire blushed even more. She was hornythe rest of the day.==========================That night after supper, Bobby and Lori wanted to go socialize withtheir friends. Curfew wasn't until nine, so Claire told them to havefun. When they bounded out of the door she wondered what form that funmight take. "You're really good with your kids," said Chuck, looking up from hisplaybook. "I mean you've raised great kids." Pleasure flushed through Claire at the compliment. It was replaced byfear that Chuck would somehow find out someday the secret she haddiscovered the night before. He closed the book and slid it under the mattress. "We'd better go seewhat the kids are doing," he announced. Claire jerked, thinking of just her kids...and what they might be doingsomewhere. Then she realized he wasn't talking about HER kids. "Yes," she said. They went together, moving along the hallways, stopping at the roomslisted on Chuck's sheet. In all cases where the door was closed, onlyboys or girls were behind it. And, in all cases where they found boysand girls together, the door was open as the rules required. They found Bobby in one room, playing Texas Hold Em. Lori was inanother room where boys and girls were dancing to loud music. Claire didn't know whether to be happy or not. She was beginning tothink she had dreamed the whole incident. Her children acted so normalshe couldn't accept that there was something wrong with them. Claire and Chuck spent an hour chatting with various kids and beingflirted with. Claire noticed that a lot of the girls got all googoo-eyed when the coach talked to them, unconsciously thrusting theirbreasts out, or playing with their hair, making little groomingmotions. At the same time she felt the eyes of the boys on her. It wasan almost palpable, caressing feeling and it didn't help her hornystate. By the time they got back to the room Claire felt like she needed tochange her panties. Chuck went into the bathroom and got his shower first, since there hadbeen no hot water the night before. He came out in his shorts, hisshirt in his hand. Claire had been lying propped up on the bedspread,reading a book she'd brought along and she looked up, over her readingglasses. She felt a flutter in her pussy. He was a hunk. No doubt aboutit. His chest was heavy with muscle and her fingers played with thepages of the book as if they were stroking those muscles. Chuck had been running his hand through his damp hair and saw herlooking at him. He held the shirt up in front of his naked chest. "Sorry," he said. "I was thinking about the game." He pulled the shirtover his head as Claire stared at his flat, muscled abdomen. Chuck smiled. "I wanted to thank you again for coming along. I reallycouldn't do this without you." What went through Claire's mind was something else he really couldn'tdo without her...or at least without a woman. She felt her face get hot. He didn't notice. "And I wanted to apologize again for what happenedlast night. I really don't make a habit of groping strange women inbed." Claire remembered the feel of his hand on her breast. It had been along, long time since she'd felt that. Her face got hotter. She triedto dismiss the feeling. "Forget it. You probably don't make a habit of even SLEEPING withstrange women in your bed." It didn't come out quite like what she'dthought it would. Her classification of the bed as "his" made her pussyflutter again. "Well," he said, reaching under the mattress for the play book, "you'reright about that. I haven't had time to do anything except teach andcoach. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that when a beautiful womanshows up next to me in bed that something like that might happen." His casual mention of her beauty came off unlike a canned pickup lineand Claire's reaction shocked her. She felt warmth in her nipples andher pussy was suddenly wet. "Maybe we should assign a couple of the kids to keep an eye on US," shetried to joke. "There hasn't been a man in MY bed for over ten years."It had come out as a joke, but it didn't sound like it to Claire's ears. She blushed furiously. "I'm sorry, Chuck. I shouldn't have said that,"she stammered. "No problem," he said simply. "Not that I believe you or anything." Hesat down and opened the book. Now what had THAT meant? wondered Claire. The door opened and a cheerful pair of siblings came rushing in,laughing and talking about their friends. Claire tried to keep reading,but her eyes strayed to Bobby as Lori dashed into the bathroom,slamming the door and crowing that she was going to use all the hotwater again. Bobby pulled off his shirt and Claire was jolted to realize that herson was in awfully good shape too. He wasn't as heavily muscled asChuck, but the muscles were all there, in the same places. Bobby bentover and dug into his suitcase. Whatever he found was small, becausewhen his hand came out it didn't appear to be holding anything, eventhough it was cupped. Bobby shot a look at his mother, whose eyesappeared to be on the words in the book. He wandered over to the bed heshared with his sister and sat down. Claire saw his hand dart under oneof the pillows. When it came out it was obviously empty. Claire felt her pussy squirt again as she realized what he must havejust hidden. When Lori came out of the shower she was dressed as she had been thenight before, in only a T shirt and borrowed boxers. She skipped acrossthe room and dove into bed, getting under the covers. Claire looked up. "Are you OK, Mom?" asked Lori. "You look kind of tired or something." "I'm fine," said Claire. She couldn’t help but imagine whatLori's face looked like as her brother prodded her with his prick. Sheshook her head. "Are you sure? Are you sleeping OK? Did you bring your pills?" Lori'svoice held nothing but care and concern. "I'm fine, Lori," said Claire somewhat irritably. "I'm sleeping fine,"she lied. It occurred to Claire that maybe she SHOULD take a sleepingpill. Then, at least, she wouldn't be awake when her children had sex,like they obviously planned on doing again tonight. What little SNEAKSthey were! she thought to herself. And Lori's obviously false concernabout her mother sleeping well! Why did her young, beautiful daughterget to have wild and glorious sex while Claire just had to lie therehorny? It wasn't fair! Bobby came out of the bathroom. He was dressed exactly like he'd beendressed the night before. But this time Claire couldn't help but lookat him differently. This time she knew he was...sexually active. Herlittle boy was...a man. At least in that sense. She looked at him forthe first time, as a man. His chest was broad, she noticed. How couldshe have missed that before? And his arms and legs were muscled.Suddenly, in her head, she heard again his voice—her littleboy's voice—whispering in the night, "I'm so horny." Her eyesdropped to the front of his shorts. She jerked her eyes away instantly,ashamed to be looking at her son's manhood, but that brief glimpse drewher eyes back again like a magnet, despite her wish not to look. He must be HUGE! she thought to herself as she stared at the lump underhis skivvies. It almost looked like he was wearing a cup under them,except for the obvious contour of a thick penis pressed against a pairof immense balls. When had her son developed THAT kind of equipment? Again she jerked her eyes away and blushed. How could she stare at herown son's penis? She looked up to see him smile at her—just ason smiling at his mother. Why, then, did she feel that emptiness thatshe'd felt the night before...that lack of intimacy that she wassuddenly craving? Claire felt panic welling up in her as she realized her nipples hadspiked. She got up and went to the bathroom. She got in the shower andturned the water as cold as she could stand it. It didn't help though.She moaned a soft sound of discontent and, to avoid thinking of herson's bulge, she intentionally thought of Chuck's hand on her breast,his own penis shoved gently against her buttocks. She shivered andturned the water to a warmer setting. Then, with a gasp of surrender,she shoved three fingers into her pussy as she jerked and rubbed,trying to have an orgasm. She managed to get a little one, but itwasn't really satisfying. When she came out of the shower and toweledoff, she realized she hadn't brought anything with her to change into. She cracked open the door. "Lori?" she called. "I forgot my pajamas. Would you get them for me,please?" Chuck's voice came softly. "They're already under the covers. I'll getthem. Where are they?" "In my suitcase," she said. As she waited she realized he'd have tomove her scanty feminine panties to get to the pajamas. She leaned herhead against the door and sighed at how that made her feel. A muscled arm came through the door. Her silk PJ’s werehanging from the hand at the end of the arm. "Here you go," came his deep voice. When she came out of the bathroom Claire knew her nipples were stillspiked. This time it wasn't from the cold. It was because she needed tobe fucked. Admitting that to herself didn't do any good. She wanted tocover her breasts, but knew that would only make it more obvious. Chuckwas back in his chair again, the book spread open on his lap. He lookedup at her and his eyes devoured her figure in the thin pajamas. Sheknew that look and it didn't help her mood. She was used to dismissingthose looks—ignoring them and acting in a cold andprofessional manner to deflect them. But she couldn't push the feelingaway this time. At least he didn't say anything. Claire was glad he hadn't. If he'd said anything even remotelyconnected to sex she would have flung off her pajamas and demanded hetake her then and there. And her children would just have to deal withit! She fell into bed and buried her face in her pillow. It was going to be a long night. Oddly, she fell asleep quickly. But she dreamed. She dreamed of her son, who came to her saying he had a "boo boo." Hepulled aside a loincloth he was wearing and his mammoth erectionstrained up. There was a small spot on it where he'd caught the skin inhis zipper. "It hurts, Mommy," he said. "Kiss it and make it better." In her dream Claire did a lot more than kiss it and make it better. Shemade it go all soft. She woke with a start. She was lying on her side, facing the childrenagain. There was movement in the bed across from hers. Movement andmoaning. "Oooo you got the kind with bumps on it," cooed Lori. "I love thatkind." Claire looked to see her son's naked back, the covers down to hiswaist. Under him was her daughter's naked chest, her breasts white inthe darkness. Bobby leaned down and suckled at one dark tip on top of awhite mound. He rocked gently. His head raised back up. "Are you sure she took the pill?" he whispered. "She told me she had them and that she was sleeping fine," came theanswer. "Good," he whispered. "’Cause I'm about to cum, but I need togo a little faster." Lori's hands came under the blanket, where Bobby's ass cheeks were, andClaire watched as her daughter pulled her son's prick into her. Bobby groaned softly and froze on top of his sister. Lori's voice came, louder than it should. "I feel it Bobby...the damnrubber broke!" "I'm sorry," he pleaded, still rocking on top of her...still spurtingher full of creamy white sperm. "I had to put it on in the dark." "We have to stop this," came a hiss from Lori. "You're gonna knock meup for sure!" "I said I was sorry," he said softly. There were small sounds, though, as of little kisses, indicating thatLori wasn't quite as upset as she sounded. Claire felt something akin to pain as she realized she was a lonelywoman. Broken rubbers were no concern of hers, because she had no manat all.Chapter Three Somehow Claire got back to sleep, but again she dreamed. This time it was a dream about her daughter, who walked into thekitchen, her belly enormous, as if it held more than one baby. "Morning, Mom," she said brightly. In her dream, Claire turned to her daughter and said, "It looks likethere's another one in there this morning." "Yeah," sighed Lori. "Bobby fucked another one in me last night. Ithink that makes four. I may have to have a  c-section." They were interrupted by Bobby, who came strutting into the kitchenstark naked, his lusty huge erection straining out into the air infront of him. It was the size of a fire hydrant and was red and angrylooking. "Morning, Mother," he said grinning widely. "Are you ready to make yourmorning baby?" Claire looked down at her dream belly, which was just as gravid asLori's was. She screamed... And jerked awake. The bed shivered. Everyone else was still sleeping.She hadn't screamed out loud. What's WRONG with me? she cried in her mind. She staggered out of bedand went to the bathroom. Closing the door she turned on the light andleaned on the sink, staring into the mirror. Her face looked haggardand drawn. She splashed some water on her face. The cool of it feltgood. She turned to her travel case, which she had put in the bathroomearlier and opened it. She got out a sleeping pill and swallowed it. Claire didn't dream again that night. But when she awoke it was tomultiple sensations. She didn't know why she had awakened just then.She was still horny. And, she was cuddled up to Chuck, her head on hisshoulder, her hair covering her face. She had twin feelings of herhand, lying on something soft...cloth...with something firm under it.As she thought about where her hand had to be, she realized it was onhis morning erection. At the same time she felt his fingers on herwrist. She felt him lifting her hand...moving it...letting it fall onhis flat, hard stomach. She lifted her head. "I'm so sorry," she half whispered, her eyesfilling with tears. "I took a pill...I had dreams...I'm so sorry," shebegan to sob quietly. "Hey," he said into her hair. "Take it easy. It's OK. I just didn'tthink you'd want to wake up and find your hand...there." He kissed herhair. "Don't cry." She felt better for knowing that he hadn't removed her hand because hedidn't want it there. She felt worse because she knew she wasn't goingto be able to control her urges. "Thank you," she said. "But I don't know WHAT I want anymore." His fingers went back to her wrist and lifted her hand again. Amazed,she felt him return it to the lump of stiffness under his shorts anddrape it over his erection. "There," he said. "All better?" Claire felt her fingers curl around the stiff column of flesh beforeshe could stop them. She squeezed gently before sliding her handupward, off his hard-on. In the process her hand slid under his shirt,onto his hot skin. "We don't even know each other," she whispered, feeling much better forhaving been able to take her hand away from what she wanted to feel. "We can get to know each other," he suggested. "I'm almost afraid to get to know you," she responded. "I'm alreadyabout to let you do something I swore I'd never let a man do again." "That's a good thing," he whispered back. "That means you're makingprogress...working through your issues." She couldn't help but smile and tried to pinch his skin. It wassurprisingly difficult to get anything between her fingers. She endedup tickling him instead. Chuck jerked and batted at her hand, clamping his on it and stoppingher. He rolled slightly as he let go and her hand slid to his side.There were no love handles there. The hand he'd used came to her hairand whisked it away from her face. "I'm going to kiss you now, Claire," he whispered. "OK," she surrendered. It was an instant, unthinking surrender thatmade her feel better somehow before he even touched her. It was a kiss to write home about. Neither of them cared about themorning breath, or the teenagers in the bed on the floor next to them.They just felt each other through their lips and experienced it. Claire reluctantly pulled away from his lips. "What about yourgirlfriend?" she asked. "What girlfriend?" he replied. "I'm too busy with teaching and footballto have a girlfriend." He kissed her again and she pressed her body against his, her armsgoing around him, pulling him tightly against her. Despite her ragingemotions her passion surprised and even scared her a little. When it was over Claire buried her face in his chest. "I'm in so muchtrouble," she said. Her hand slid to his buttocks and inside his shortsto grip a glute. "I'm the teacher," he whispered back. "Why don't you let me decidewhether you're in trouble or not." She removed her hand from his shorts and put it on his chest. "Not now.Not yet. Not with the kids here. I can't." He took her hand and kissed her fingertips. "Take all the time youneed. I'm a very patient man." He rolled away from her and bounded out of bed, heading for thebathroom. Claire rolled over too, to face the other bed. What she saw was Bobby's open eyes staring at her. He was up on oneelbow, obviously looking up and over the edge of the higher bed she wasin. Lori's lifted head was above his and she was staring at her mothertoo. Lori spoke. "Mommy? What are you DOING?!" Claire was quite familiar with how children viewed—or ratherattempted NOT to view—the sexuality of their parents. Sheremembered the first time her father had, at the breakfast table, comeup behind her mother, reaching around her to cup her breasts and kissher on the neck. Claire had been dumbfounded, expecting her mother toslap at his hands and tell him what a terrible man he was. Instead shehad let her head fall to one side to give his lips more access. Clairehad been fourteen at the time, and had actually shivered with revulsionat the blatant sexual play of her parents. Parents didn't have SEX!Ewwwwww! Of course she hadn't said anything. And, as she began to watch herparents more closely, she saw many other times when they touched eachother in ways that made it quite clear they were sexual beings...andhappy in those roles. She had made the adjustment to being ableto...let...her parents be normal. It had awakened her own lusts. So Claire had some idea of what was going through her daughter's mind. And her reaction to that was a mixed bag of sympathy for her daughterand anger that, at a time when she might just have accidentally foundsomething that could make her very happy, her daughter might try tostop that. If she'd had more time to process events, she might havespoken with a little less heat in her voice, or perhaps, might not havespoken at all. But speak she did. "Whatever I'm doing, it isn't as bad as what you and Bobby were doinglast night." She hadn't meant to approach this little problem at either this time orin quite this way, but it was too late. She saw Lori's face go pale inthe morning light and Bobby swallowed. Bobby started to say something—probably adenial—and Claire cut him off. "We'll discuss this later. This is neither the time nor the place." As happens in a lot of confrontations between parent and child, Clairefelt the need to do something, or go somewhere—to break theinitial contact while she had the upper hand. Had she been at home shecould have begun dinner, or gone to her room, or snatched up a hamperto start laundry; anything to make it obvious that she had other thingsto do and would take up the subject at hand when SHE was ready. But here, in this motel room, there WAS no dinner to make or laundry todo. She got out of bed, but there was no place for her to go. Withoutthinking—or perhaps because she was thinking tooMUCH—she grabbed her clothes out of her suitcase andstormed...more or less...into the bathroom to change. She had completely forgotten the bathroom was already occupied. Chuck was standing at the sink running his fingers through a patch ofhair that he suspected was beginning to be contaminated with grayhairs. He was much too young for that to happen, but suspected itanyway. After taking care of his overfull bladder, he had stripped downto take a shower and was waiting for the water to get warm. When thedoor opened he automatically turned toward it. Claire's first impression was that the light was on. Who had gone offand left the light on? That wasted energy! That was immediatelyfollowed by her mind trying to process the fact that there was a nakedman, with a decidedly thick and manly penis, standing in the bathroom. The realization that it was Chuck was part and parcel of the smile thatbloomed on his face as he assumed she had rethought her resistance andhad decided to join him in the bathroom intentionally. His smile wasn'ta leer. It was, in fact, genuine happiness that this beautiful womanhad decided to grace him with her company. Claire's unconscious brain recorded this information, tweaked an organthat produced a particular hormone, so as to increase that hormonallevel in her bloodstream, and then made severalother...adjustments...to Claire's psyche and physiology. Claire's conscious brain was horrified. She was three quarters of theway through the door when she stopped. "OH!" she said. Chuck looked confused. His mind was beginning to register the shock onher face and recognize that his initial belief that she had decided tocome and join him might be less than well founded. "Close the door, you're letting out all the heat," he said, for lack ofanything else to say. Claire, being an adult, and a mother, who was quite used to thinking injust those terms closed the door...behind her. She stared at the nakedman facing her. "Well," said Chuck, relaxing when she didn't scream or anything. "Thisis a little awkward." Something made Chuck want to treat this like it was just a minor socialgaff. He, too, had been unaccountably happy when he woke up to findClaire Richardson cuddled up against him. That her hand had been lyinglightly on his manhood had just been the frosting on the cake. Chuckreally HAD been too busy with school to have much of a social life.He'd taken a few of the unattached female teachers out on dates, butmost of them had been set up by other teachers who wanted tomatch-make, and hadn't turned out to be anything near long termsituations. He didn't have a particularly high sex drive, and thefantasies he masturbated to occasionally were satisfaction enough thathe wasn't impatient to find a warm pussy to call his own. In hisexperience, warm pussies were often attached to clinging women whowanted themselves to be the primary focus of his attention. But Claire Richardson was a woman who aroused his interest. It had beena given that she was beautiful and successful. He could see that whenhe met her. Since then, though, he had noticed her buoyant capacity tobe girlish, even though her routine demeanor was mature. She tookobvious joy in her children, who were good kids, something teachersappreciated. He sensed in her a smoldering passion that he suspectedwould be spectacular if it were ever unleashed. He saw glimpses of thatas she enjoyed the combat between teenage warriors on the field. Chuck didn't know if anything could develop with this fascinatingwoman, but he didn't want to just let things get strained, oruncomfortable. And so he opted to treat the events of the last fewhours as something slightly off normal, but cute—one of thosethings you tell stories about later in life and laugh at. "It's amazing," he said, turning back to the mirror and fiddling withhis hair, as if her sudden entrance was nothing more than a minordistraction, "how underdressed someone can feel in a bathroom." "Oh damn, I'm sorry. I forgot you were in here," said Claire, somehowmore upset that he was apparently ignoring her than she was that he wasstark naked and she was standing with him in a motel bathroom. "I hadto yell at the kids and then I wanted to get away from them and..." Claire's voice trailed off. She lost her train of thought as her mindcaught up to the situation. She WAS standing in a motel bathroom with anaked man! And the man was looking in the mirror instead of at her! Andhadn't he just said something about how he was underdressed...as if SHEwere OVERDRESSED? "What's going on with the kids?" he asked, leaning closer to the mirrorto stretch at the bags under his eyes. "You're naked," squeaked Claire. Chuck smiled and turned to face the woman again. "What was your firstclue?" he grinned. Then he suggested, "I suspect you've seen men in mycondition before this. Don't worry about it. I was about to take ashower, but I can wait if you want to go first." What went through Claire's mind was an imaginary scene in a movie inwhich she and Chuck were the stars. She saw herself dropping her silkpajamas on the floor and Chuck holding the shower curtain open for herto step into the tub. She saw her naked body brush up against his asshe entered the shower. She felt his hands sliding over her soapy bodyas he washed her. The tingle of her nipples crinkling brought Claire out of her shortfantasy and all the feelings she had felt lying next to this man in bedrushed back to overwhelm her. She looked helplessly at the man she'donly known for a few days. She was so turned on she was actuallyvibrating, her whole body shaking with tension. She shouldn't be here.Not with a naked man. Not with THIS naked man. Her children were rightoutside. They KNEW she was in here with this man. She should leaveimmediately…but she didn't WANT to leave. "I don't know what to do," she said in a little girl voice. Shesuddenly felt very much like a little girl. She was perilously close tocrying again. Chuck left the sink and came over to her. She looked into his eyes andfelt her will to resist draining away. "Do you want to take a shower?" he asked softly. The remembered fragments of the shower scene in her fantasy bubbled upin Claire's mind and she nodded. Almost without her own volition hervoice said, "Uh huh." "The water should be warm by now," he suggested. She nodded again, not trusting herself to speak. "You can't take a shower in your pajamas," he said. He took the bundle of clothing from her hands and set it on the counterof the sink. His hands went to the big blue buttons of her silk pajamasand he began undoing them. He worked slowly, his hands dropping fromeach button, when it was loose, to the next one. Claire felt cool airflow against the skin between her breasts. She couldn't lift her handsfor some reason and just stood there as his hands came to her shouldersand pushed the silk. It slid off, over her shoulders, and she couldfeel the caress of the cloth as it glided down her arms. His handssmoothed along the tops of her shoulders and down the outside of herarms. Suddenly she was standing topless in a motel bathroom with a naked man. A part of her brain noticed that he didn't ogle her naked breasts, withtheir stiffened nipples. Instead he gazed into her eyes as his handsslid, with a feather touch down her arms from her shoulders and movedto her hips, gripping the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Her eyesfollowed his as his head began to sink, and his eyes stayed locked ontohers as he went to one knee. His eyes still locked onto hers, he began to pull her bottoms downuntil they were pooled at her feet. As if in a dream she lifted onefoot and stepped sideways with it. She was acutely aware that when shedid this, her naked, defenseless pussy was now open in front of thisman. She began to tremble harder and felt an unaccountable sense ofrelief as he stood back up. She wanted him to hug her. Instead, Chuck took her hand and led her to the tub. Just like in herfantasy he pulled the shower curtain back, making a doorway for her tostep into the tub. His eyes had never left hers. As she stepped into the tub Claire replayed the shower scene in hermind and pleasure shot through her as she anticipated the next part. Her fantasy came to a jarring stop as, when she stepped into the tub,he stayed outside and let the curtain fall back to break the lockbetween their eyes. "If you need any help, feel free to ask," came his deep voice fromoutside. Claire blinked and realized she was wet. Then, and only then, did shefeel the water beating against her shoulder and one breast. Mixedemotions of joy, anger, frustration and sexual passion raged throughher mind and body. What kind of man WAS this? How could he DO this toher? Claire's hand jerked to the shower curtain and she flung it open. "Of COURSE I need your help, you...YOU...YOU MAN!" she barked. It was then Claire noticed that, while she had been in a fog as herbody was slowly made naked, Chuck's body had gone through a change.That heavy thick thing she had seen hanging between his legs when shefirst came into the bathroom was hanging no longer. Now it was pointingat her. It was the first erect penis Claire had seen in ten years andthe effect it had on her was electric. "Get IN here," she growled. The rest of her shower went much more like her fantasy had. His fantasywas a bit more detailed than hers had been though. In her fantasy she had felt his skin against hers, her breasts pushinginto his chest and hands. She had left out the part where his mouthfastened on her aching nipples and sucked until she thought she'd gomad. Her fantasy had included his hands sliding all over her slippery soapybody. His supplied the slippery friction of his prick gliding into herpussy as they stood in tight embrace. He was strong enough to, once hegot her to spread her legs, squat between them, digging the tip of hiscock into her famished pussy and then stand up, lifting her with thepenetration of his penis until she had to stand on her tiptoes, herarms tightly around him to keep from falling backward. Her fantasy hadn't included the overwhelming feeling offullness...completeness that his thick penis caused in her unused sex,as it pressed against her along every inch of her delicate tissues. Shehadn't realized how empty she had felt until she was full tooverflowing. And somehow her fantasy had left out his hot kisses, his tongue takingher breath away as he bounced on the balls of his feet, dangling her onhis spike as her clit was punished by the base of his cock where itskewered her. Her mind kept trying to tell her this must be all adream. Her body argued vociferously that it was very real. Her orgasm left her so weak she couldn't even hold on to him anymore,but his strong arms around her waist only let her upper torso leanbackwards, her arms hanging down slightly behind her, her head thrownback until her neck muscles complained. Warm water kissed her chin andsplashed on her breasts. In that position she felt him tense, and heard his groan of completionas she felt the fountain of his ejaculation deep inside her. Herpassion was so sated that, even though she thought about the fact thatshe had stopped taking her birth control pills years and years andyears ago, she couldn't possibly care less at this moment. Claire's back began to complain and she mustered the effort to leanforward and press her breasts against his muscled chest again. Her facewent into his chest and she was surprised to again feel the beat ofwarm water on her back as his hands slid upward to stroke her there. "I didn't mean for this to happen," she mumbled into his chest. "In that case, I'm really glad you don't have more self control," cameher lover's response. She looked up to meet his eyes for the first time since she’ddragged him into the tub and saw only warmth there. It thrilled her tothe core. "Me too," she said and kissed him. Despite the incredible intimacy of what had just happened, there was anatmosphere of awkwardness between them as they separated and rewashedtheir bodies separately...hurriedly, with economy of movement. It was cold outside the tub and she shivered again as he handed her atowel. It wasn't big enough, or fluffy enough, and she had a suddenwish that this had taken place in her own master bathroom...or maybehis. "That's the first time something like that has ever happened to me,"said Chuck conversationally, as he bent and dried his legs. Claire felt the need to engage him in something other than sex. "Ican't believe that," she said, thinking about...sex. "You're much toohandsome and...manly. I would have thought you do this...a lot." "Yeah, well don't believe all the hype," he said, rubbing his penisbriskly with the towel. "All this stud-muffin crap isn't at all whatit's cracked up to be." He looked up and grinned. "We stud-muffins arequite often insecure and underappreciated." "Well, I appreciate you," said Claire. She was shocked that she'd saidthat so blatantly and with such emotion. "Thank you, Madame" he bowed to her. She smiled at the ridiculousformal motion, done by a naked man. When he stood back up he said "Are you really OK?" She felt another thrill go through her at the care in his question. Shesuddenly felt much more comfortable with him, which seemed exceedinglyodd, considering what she'd just done with him. She threw the towelover her head to partly dry her hair. "I have no idea. None of this has turned out ANYTHING like I hadexpected it to. This whole trip is turning out to be...I don'tknow...amazing?" She finished her statement as a question. "I'm with you on that," he said. "I thought I was just going to coachfootball. If somebody had said I was going to make love to one of themost beautiful women in the world I would have said they were crazy."His voice suggested that his comment about her beauty was one thatanyone would understand and automatically agree with. He wasn't tryingto get in her panties with that comment. It made Claire's stomachflutter and she suddenly wanted to have him again. In the old days sheoften had three or four orgasms to Denny's one. She made a consciouseffort to redirect her thoughts. "Thank you, Sir," she said and curtsied to him, using the towel tomimic her non-existent skirts. He looked at her and that warmth was back in his eyes. "You really arebeautiful, you know." "I bet you say that to all the naked women in your motel bathroom." Shesmiled. "I don't know about that. I've never been in a motel bathroom with anaked woman before," said Chuck, pulling on his underwear. "If it'sanything like this, though, I'm going to try to have naked women in mymotel bathroom all the time from now on." He grinned and continued toget dressed. Claire did the same, combing through her hair and deciding that itwasn't worth the time it would take to dry and style it. Instead shepulled it back and put it in a damp pony tail. When she was done shefaced the door, but didn't open it. "I don't know how to go out there," she said. "You open the door and walk through it," said Chuck, buttoning hisshirt. "It's easy. I've done it lots of times." "Thank you so much," said Claire acidly. "You've never done it with twoteenagers to face." "Claire, I was awake the other night," he said. She turned around, her throat tightening. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I couldn't sleep...with you in the bed with me. It was too different.And I felt you tense up and heard the kids. Then when you jumped out ofbed I got ready to mediate...things. When you were in the bathroom Ididn't hear you...um...use the facilities. But you flushed anyway, so Iknew you were trying to do something. I didn't know what, but I knewyou were upset. And, when you came back to bed you didn't do anything,so I figured you didn't know what to do." She looked at him in amazement. "So I put my arm over you so you wouldn't have to decide what to do,"he said calmly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It's reallynone of my business." "What must you think of us?" moaned Claire, hiding her face in herhands. His hands pulled hers away. "Look, I'm not a father. I don't understandall this. But they're just kids and kids do that kind of thing. If IWERE a father I think I'd rather they did it with each other than withstrangers...people I didn't know anything about. But like I said, it'snot my business. If you want me to talk to them, though, I will." "But its...wrong," said Claire. "OK, it's wrong," said Chuck. "Is that the only thing they've ever donewrong?" "No, of course not," said Claire. "But what if she gets pregnant?" "So, put her on the pill," said Chuck. "And just let them go on?" asked Claire, her eyes wide. "Do you remember the first man to have sex with you?" he asked. Claire nodded. "Could anybody have made you stop?" he asked. Claire's eyes widened more. She shook her head. "So, put her on the pill and tell them to be careful, and let themlearn what life is all about," he said. Claire nibbled her lip, staring at nothing while she thought. Shelooked at Chuck's face and felt heat in her loins. She had it bad forthis younger man. Abruptly she turned, grabbed her pajamas from whereChuck had folded them neatly on the counter, opened the door and walkedout to confront her children.Chapter Four Lori had looked on in disbelief as her mother had gotten out of bedafter kissing the coach and then followed him into the bathroom. It wasas though she had suddenly been transported to another dimension ofreality. And that was on top of the fact that their mother apparentlyknew her children were sexually active...with each other. Lori wantedto run away from the shame she felt, and yet, her mother's actions wereso bizarre that she wanted to stay and watch what happened next.Caution overrode her curiosity, though, and when it became apparentthat her mother was going to STAY in the bathroom with Coach, Lorijumped up and pulled the covers off her brother. "Get up," she ordered tersely. "We have to get out of here before shecomes back." For Bobby, the reaction was slightly different. There was nothing heloved more than the feeling of Lori's firm, tight pussy wrapped aroundhis cock. He loved the feel of her skin on his, of her lips againsthis. He loved the smell of her hair. He loved the feeling of semenbursting through his prick and out into Lori's belly. He hated using acondom. Every time he made love with his sister something deep in hissubconscious hoped his baby would begin to grow in her. He hated schoolonly because he wished they were old enough to run away together andstart a family. He knew how stupid that really was. He knew it wouldnever work. But it was how he felt, and he couldn't...orwouldn't…give it up voluntarily. Not even if it wasforbidden by his mother. All this was the end result, actually, of how he felt ABOUT his mother.He had always thought she was beautiful. As time went on he recognizedthe strength in her, her abilities, her loving nature. When he enteredpuberty and saw his first Playboy magazine, the first Bunny he lookedat could have been his mother's twin sister. And he had been in lovewith his mother ever since. Of course she wasn't available to him for anything more than thehurried hugs and quick kisses she bestowed on him and his sister as shewent about her busy life. The kids were independent, and could cook anddo their own laundry. They even went to the grocery store and did thefamily shopping occasionally. In fact, a trip to the store and cooking was what had brought Lori andBobby together as more than just brother and sister. Claire had beengone one night, to some function or other, and Lori had a hankering forpie. She couldn't drive yet, being only fifteen, so she begged herbrother to take her to the store to get the necessary ingredients.Having nothing else to do that night, he agreed and their trip throughthe store had been interesting. It had been the first time they were ina grocery store together, without their mother. In the past they had competed with each other, trying to get theirmother to buy what each wanted, without caring what the other got.Their separate, competing cries of "MOMMY, can I have THIS?" had drivenClaire to distraction, like it does every parent, and she had copedwith it, like most parents have to, by striking a balance of giving thechildren what they wanted...if it was good for them and if she couldafford it. This time, though, there was no competition. As they strolled down theaisles, looking for baking powder and various other things they had noidea where to look for in a store, they worked as a team. They gotdistracted in the cereal aisle, pointing out various older cereals theyhad loved as children and not eaten for years—remembering acarefree time of their lives that was gone forever. And they saw itemsthey didn't even know existed before that trip, some of which werestrange and funny to their teen sensibilities. And they laughed, and joked, and found that they liked each other. Itwas the beginning of a pivotal experience. For those of you who have no siblings, this phenomenon of a brother andsister "liking" each other may be difficult to grasp. You“only children” out there would assume, naturally,that ALL brothers and sisters "like" each other. Nothing could befurther from the truth. Siblings, as has been stated before, compete.They compete for resources within the family. They compete in theirsocial relationships outside the family. And they compete for theattention of the caregivers in the family unit. They compete for space,for time on the TV, for clothing, for use of the car. They compete foreverything. If the parents are good at their job, siblings learn towork together for the benefit of the whole family. But, arguably,that's fairly rare, because parents are sucked into the competitionmodel at work and in their own social groups. Some parents even usecompetition to get what THEY want from their children. True, mostsiblings find a way to like each other later in life, when they'vegrown up enough to recognize competition for the double edged sword itreally is, but for siblings under twenty to actually LIKE eachother...well it's a lot more rare than it should be. And "like" doesn't mean they can be in the same room for a whilewithout arguing. It doesn't mean that they mind their manners at thedinner table. It doesn't mean that they merely refrain from badmouthingtheir brother or sister to their friends. What it means is that theyactually seek each other out, caring what the other thinks, sharingspecial feelings and moments, helping because they care what happens tothe other sibling. It means they want their brother or sister to behappy, and that they'll do whatever they can to help them find thathappiness. It means they are friends...with a blood tie that makes that friendshipmore special than most others. Finding that, or realizing that, is a powerful, life changingexperience. Back in the kitchen, Bobby decided to stay and "help" make the pie. Thepie became pie and cookies, and then a cake was added and, at somepoint when Lori had flour on her nose and stains on her T shirt, Bobbyhad realized she was really a beautiful girl. His eyes had taken in theswell of her breasts, under that shirt, and her rounded hips, and herdimples, and the way her pony tail bobbed and swung as she moved herhead. And he realized he had found another woman who compared to hismother. More than that, she compared favorably. "You're beautiful," he said, with wonder in his voice. "You're reallybeautiful, Lori." That had taken Lori completely off guard. While she had becomeinterested in boys, it was more of a clinical interest. Her girlfriendsgushed about kisses and groping sessions, but none of the boys shelooked at—who were available—made anything happenin her when she imagined herself wrapped in their arms. She had a dreamlover whose only physical existence was her pillow, which she huggedand kissed and clamped between her young thighs sometimes, but he hadno face. He had height, and width and strong hands in herimagination...but no face. She went on a few dates, but the boys werevacuous, talking about things she didn't care about orunderstand.  All they seemed to want to do was eat and boast,and expected her to find that attractive enough to take off her pantiesand jump their bones. One football player who asked her out gave her apackage in school the day before their scheduled date. Inside was apair of crotchless panties, with a note that said, "For our date withdestiny." She just wasn't impressed. That date hadn't happened, even though shekept the panties. They were frilly, lacy and sheer—nothinglike what she owned before that. No, boys just didn't impress her. But none of them had ever said she was beautiful in a way that made itobvious they really meant it, or paid any attention to her in soft,caring ways. And Lori could tell that Bobby actually meant what he'dsaid. Bobby blushed when he realized he'd spoken out loud. "Uh...sorry," hesaid. "Why?" questioned his sister. "It was a nice thing to say." "Yeah, but I don't talk that way to girls," said her brother."Especially not my sister." "Well you should," she sniffed. "You made me feel really good. Nobody'sever said I was beautiful before." "You're kidding." Bobby was truly astonished. It was obvious his sisterwas a stone fox...once you took the time to look at her. "Well, I hear things like 'You're HOT, Lori,' and 'You give me a caseof the blue balls, Lori,' and crap like that. All that means is, 'I'mhorny and I want you to take care of my little problem.' They don'treally think I'm beautiful like you meant it. The only other person whoever said that to me was mom," said Lori, turning back to the counterto roll out more dough. Bobby was a little off balance, or he probably wouldn't have said whathe said next. "Well she should know," he muttered. "She's the most beautiful woman Iknow." Lori heard something in his voice that struck a chord deep inside her.Those two simple sentences were said with a level of conviction andpassion, and even a hint of frustration, she had never heard in a man'svoice before. "Why Bobby Richardson!" she said, her eyes narrowing. "You sound likeyou're in love with your own mother!" The look on Bobby's face had given her even more information about justhow strong her brother's feelings were about their mother. Initiallyshe was shocked, but the fluttery feeling in her own stomach made herlook at the situation differently than she would have if one of herfriends had come up to her and said, "Hey, you know your brother? He'sgot the hots for your mother!" As for Bobby, he felt like a pervert whose picture has just beenpublished in the paper, with a warning to keep mothers away from him.He felt panic well up in his chest as he looked at his sister,expecting her face to take on an ugly scowl. When it didn't, but ratherlooked curious, he tried to salvage the situation. "Sure I love my mother. Everybody loves their mother." But Lori read between the lines. She was around him enough to knoweverything that he did and most people that he talked to, and there wasno way in the world that he could have done anything with their motherand her not at least suspect it. She thought about her own lack ofinterest in dating and her dream lover. "Is that why you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked. There was a tinything inside her that made her worry that she must be gay because ofher lack of interest in boys. She had worried about Bobby too, becausehe didn't date much either. Bobby tried to bluff his way through it. "Of course not. I go out allthe time." "Yeah, but you never go out with anybody very many times," counteredhis sister. "You should talk. Jimmy Jones said he had a date planned with you andyou didn't even show up!" "That's because he gave me crotchless panties to wear on the date,"said Lori. "Would you have wanted me to go on that date?" "He did not!" said Bobby. The idea of one of his friends giving hissister crotchless panties was just ludicrous. "You're kidding," saidBobby, his mind suddenly conjuring up crotchless panties on his sister.What made it even more bizarre was that he could only imagine them onthe OUTSIDE of what she was wearing. "Nope. I still have them. They're hidden," she said. "Wow," said Bobby softly. "I'm going to have to have a little talk withJimmy." "No you're not. I already took care of things. I don't need big brotherthrowing his weight around. I can take care of myself," she said firmly. "Did you ever wear them?" he asked suddenly. Lori put her hands on her hips. "Where would I wear crotchlesspanties?" she asked heatedly. "Come on, Lori, he didn't really give you crotchless panties," Bobbysaid laughing. Lori stuck her jaw out. "What? You don't believe me? You want to seethem or something?" She turned for the kitchen doorway. "Come on big brother, I'll prove itto you." Bobby tried to defend himself. "I didn't say I didn't believe you. Ijust wanted to know if you'd ever worn them." He followed her down thehall to her room. When he got into the room Lori was bent over, rummaging in the bottomdrawer of her dresser. Again Bobby saw wispy red panties spread over his sister's roundbottom...on the OUTSIDE of her jeans. He wanted to laugh, except thathe felt guilty. Lori turned around unexpectedly, a bit of blue cloth in her hand. Shesaw where his eyes had been. "You pervert! You were looking at my butt!" she said. "You can't tell a guy you're going to show him a pair of crotchlesspanties and not expect him to look at your butt," Bobby argued."Besides, you're SHOWING me crotchless panties, so you're just as muchof a pervert as I am." Reminded of what she had in her hands, Lori held them up and spread thewaistband apart with her hands. That they were crotchless wasimmediately apparent. "See?" she taunted him. "I was telling the truth!" "I DIDN'T say you weren't!" said Bobby. "I just wanted to know ifyou’ve ever WORN them!" "NO I HAVEN'T!" she yelled. "WELL WHY NOT?" her brother yelled back at her. Like many siblings, they had gotten into an argument that wasn't reallyabout...the argument. What was REALLY happening was that they were bothexperiencing things they couldn't understand, and yelling was one wayof coping with it. "I've never found a boy I wanted to wear them for," she said, her voicetightly controlled, but full of emotion. "I suppose YOU want to see mein them." Bobby was struck dumb. He had no idea how to react to that. But hisautonomic nervous system reacted for him. His heart rate increased, asdid his breathing rate. His pupils dilated, to let in more light. Hefelt a tightness in his chest. And his prick began to fill with blood. It showed on his face, and that fluttery feeling in Lori's belly turnedinto a ball of warmth that she had never felt before. "You DO want tosee me in them," she said, her voice hushed. "I AM a pervert," moaned Bobby. "My DICK is getting hard, Lori!" Hesaid it like he couldn’t believe it. It came out again,helplessly. "I'm a pervert," moaned Bobby. "My DICK is getting hard formy own sister!" Now Lori was the one who was speechless. Her own autonomic nervoussystem kicked in and made the same kinds of changes in her body. Sinceshe didn't have a penis to engorge, her system sent the blood to hernipples and clitoris and they swelled, becoming more sensitive. Just like Bobby knew what his swelling penis meant, Lori knew what thesudden tingle in her nipples and the itch between her legs meant. And,at this point, though Lori didn't understand why that was happening,that fluttery feeling in her stomach made her feel...daring. She had finally found a boy she wanted to wear crotchless panties with. "Turn around," she said. "What?" Bobby didn't understand. "I'm going to put them on. Turn around," she repeated. Lori never thought about the idea that, in the space of minutes, shewould be standing in front of her brother dressed only in crotchlesspanties. But the idea of doing just that was so exciting that shealmost trembled. She was caught on the horns of a teenage dilemma inwhich, on the one hand, she wanted to do something exciting. That wasto appear in front of a boy—her brother—clad onlyin crotchless panties. On the other hand, though, she had been taughtto be modest and that was well ingrained into her psyche. She didn'tthink about the fact that if he watched her get undressed and put thepanties on, he wouldn't see any more than if he just saw her in them.All she thought about was that getting undressed in front of a boy wasimmodest, so he had to turn his back. Bobby turned in a daze, simply responding to her directions. His mindwas in a whirl. He kept seeing panties on the outside of her jeans.True, they had changed from red to blue, but he still couldn'tvisualize her without the jeans. Before he could think of what to doshe spoke again. "OK...you can see them now." Bobby's mind still had her in jeans. The reality of what she'd doneblasted that image from his mind forever. She had, in fact, stripped naked before putting them on. She stoodtense, ready to bolt, a stiffness in her limbs that made her look likea mannequin. Bobby gasped in a breath as he took in white breasts that were largerthan he'd imagined, with rosy pink nipples that were longer than he'dimagined. The blue lace set off her skin and hair, all of which werepale and drew the gaze to the soft fluff of almost white hair thatpeeked out between the opening at the crotch. "Oh fuck, Lori," he gasped. Bobby's face...the look in his eyes, an almost predatory jungle look ofoverwhelming emotion, and the word he used, made Lori's knees weak. Shefelt like a mouse cringing under the paws of a cat that was ready toeat her. It was the most fantastic feeling she had ever felt in herlife. His face said it all. She really WAS beautiful to this man whowas her brother. He WANTED her. Had she been able to stop and think, she would have realized she'd seenthat same look on the faces of boys she'd pushed away. And she mighthave wondered about that. Why would she push them away and then want towelcome that look on her brother's face? But she didn't have time to think. Nervously she asked, "Do I look OK?" Bobby tried to clamp down on the emotions that had already made hisdick iron hard. This was his sister. He shouldn't feel this way abouther. He shouldn't feel the things he felt for his mother either.Feeling his control slipping, he decided to confess, hoping that Loriwould be compelled to throw him out and remove any risk that he mightact on those emotions. "No, you don't look OK," he said, his teeth hard to part in his mouth."You look fabulous. Lori…I want to do things to you. Maybe Ishould leave now." Lori's building emotions continued to push her toward where, an hourago, she would never have dreamed of going. "Like what?" she asked, her stomach churning. Bobby, having a difficult time cutting things off, was lured further byher apparent interest and lack of horror at what he was suggesting. "Hold you," he said tensely. "What's wrong with that?" asked his sister. "That's not perverted." "You're naked," he pointed out. "No I'm not, I'm wearing panties," she countered. Bobby's frustration and desire bubbled over. "I want to suck your luscious titties. I want to lick your pussy! IWANT TO FUCK YOU!" he yelled. There was a sound in Lori's abdomen, akin to the sound a stomachmakes—growling when hunger is strong. But it wasn't Lori'sstomach that made that sound. Her pussy got so wet it dripped, soakingthe fluff poking from between the edges of the crotchless portion ofher panties. Dewey drops collected on the ends of a few of those hairs.Lori flushed, feeling the heat of the blood suffusing her cheeks andneck and chest. She felt fire shooting through her loins and hernipples ached so much she had to reach up and squeeze them both betweenher thumbs and fingers. The pleasure of that tipped the balance. "Would you please kiss me first?" she asked softly. Bobby discovered that the idea of kissing his sister was suddenlyappealing in a way that surprised him. She was his sister...and thatmade it seem odd. But she was a beautiful young woman, too, and thatmade it attractive to him. Something bloomed in his gut and he foundhimself anxious to kiss her, wondering what her lips would feellike...taste like. He was so focused on the kiss part that he didn'teven process the rest of the insinuation in her question. His autonomicnervous system heard that promise, though, and finished preparing hisbody for mating. What happened then was a comedy of errors as both young people crashedinto each other, each one trying to do something with their hands andnot knowing what to do. Their lips crushed together and, for a fewminutes, that was enough. But the feel of her hot breasts through hisshirt made Bobby crazy and he pushed her away long enough to rip hisown shirt off. Then they crashed together again, their chests rubbing. Their nosesclashed as each one tried to tilt his or her head in the samedirection. Then they both switched to the other direction at the sametime and their teeth touched, banging. Bobby's hands cupped hissister's butt through the panties and she moaned as he pulled heragainst his stiff bone. Bobby groaned as he felt nectar leaking from his cock. "Lori, you don'tknow what you're doing to meee," he moaned. "Show me," she whispered. She had never been this excited in her wholeshort life. She wanted to see everything...feel everything...doeverything. She was a runaway emotional train with no brakes. Then they were apart while Bobby frantically pushed down his jeans,kicking off his shoes. Lori held her breath as he thumbed his shortsand pushed them down. What she saw then shook her to her core. Bobby's prick was, in heropinion, a massive thing, thick and veined, not as long as she thoughtit might be...blunt looking, like a cardboard roll when the toiletpaper is gone, but with pink flesh wrapped tightly around it. "Oh Bobby," she sighed. Her mind screamed that it would never fit inher, and then argued that nobody said they would even try that, whileother parts of her mind couldn't wait to feel that inside her. Shealmost fragmented mentally with her urge to run and her urge to takethat thing into her mouth and hand and pussy. "Oh Bobby," she sighed again. "Oh please hurry." She pulled him to her bed, with its pink bedspread covered with cartooncharacters, and their legs tangled as she tried to lie down, crawl onthe bed and pull him with her all at the same time. Then he was over her again, and that same feeling of being a mouseunder a cat came flashing back into her mind. His head darted to herbreasts and she gurgled with the impact of the feeling as he suckedhard on a nipple. Her legs tried to flop open, an automatic Neanderthalreaction as her body begged to be bred, but his leg was in the way andshe could only move one leg to the side. He felt her leg hit his andlifted his own and she groaned as she was able to spread her legs,opening herself to be plundered. He shifted to the other nipple and herknees drew up, digging her heels into the bed. She arched her back,driving her pussy up at him, and whined when her thighs hit his waistand she couldn't make it touch anything. Her pussy wanted to betouched...stroked...fucked. With her eyes closed she remembered thelook of that huge thing that jutted from the brown hair at the base ofit and reached, twisting sideways, groping, trying to find it. Shewhined again. It was beyond her reach. "Bobbeeeeeee," she moaned. "I'm on fire." Bobby had given up trying to control himself, too. His mind, too, wasfragmented by the multiple sensations vying for his attention. The feelof her soft naked skin touching him sent electric sensations, almostpain, out from each place they touched. The taste of her nipplesthreatened to make his head explode. The feel of her legsopening...promising that they wouldn't have to stop...made his pricklurch and drip. Her voice rasped in his brain, like the cry of a childwho needs help and who drives you to heroic feats to save her. Hepushed up and moved up, knowing his penis would be just above her pussy. When Bobby moved, Lori's flailing hand found his young manhood. Shegripped and pulled, almost savagely, until it nosed into the gap madein the panties for this very reason. It nudged between the petals ofher pussy. His motion already started, when Bobby felt that fieryembrace, he pushed savagely, impaling his sister's defenseless pussy inone streaking lunge that took the tip of his cock clear to her womb. Lori was shocked at the pain. Her body had been telling her this waswhat she wanted. But his savage, hymen-shredding entry sobered herinstantly and she writhed, trying to get away from the invadingmonster. A scream of agony tore from her lips and her hands scrabblednow at his sides, trying to push him away. It was torture! Bobby was beyond control, though. His mind registered her anguishedcry, but the Neanderthal part of it insisted that this wasright—that he must go on. His hips lifted, drawing his prickalmost out of his lover and then fell, powering back into her belly.She grunted with the force of it and her fingernails dug painfully intohis sides, pushing. He let her push him back up, and the muscles in hisabdomen and buttocks clenched, driving him into her again. He heard thesquelch of fluids being displaced and the smack of skin hitting skin. His body set up a repetitive motion, pulling and then slamming back in,pounding the soft body under him, as if he were trying to pound herinto submission as she cried out over and over again. Her cries werelike music to the Neanderthal’s ears.==========================Lori couldn't make the pain go away. He was too heavy...too strong.Then her pussy was suddenly empty and she took a breath to shout herrelief. That breath blasted out of her as another agonized cry as themonster ravished her pussy a second time. She felt like she was beingsplit open, that she must surely die. Then the pounding began and shegot faint as her body jiggled and shook as it was abused. Then, suddenly, so suddenly that she was taken completely by surprise,a streak of that earlier pleasure shot through her loins. Her vaginaltissues were beginning to adapt...stretch...loosen, and his penisscraped along her engorged clit each time it slammed into her body. Hereyes had been closed, squeezed tightly at the pain, but now they openedwide as more and more of those delicious feelings began to flood hersenses once again. Now the balance had tipped and, while there wasstill pain, it had taken on a new feel, like the pain of workedmuscles...a bearable pain...a good pain. And even that faded away to be replaced by overwhelming feelings ofecstasy that made her lift her hips, like they had before, when theywere seeking something to fill her emptiness with. Her hips seemed toknow when to do this and soon she was pounding her pussy UP off the bedas his prick slithered into her on his down stroke. She spread her legswider now and that helped too, allowing him to go deeper than before,where he hit something that made Lori want to scream again, only thistime NOT in pain, but in joy! Lori had felt orgasms before when she used her fingers, and she feltthat excitement building inside her. She welcomed it, because that wassomething familiar, that she knew what to expect from. But it keptbuilding and then built some more until again she thought she'd flyapart if there wasn't some kind of release. She cried out again,thrusting, writhing, trying to reach for that sweet release. Now herfingernails dug into her brother's buttocks as she pulled him into heras deeply as possible. Bobby too felt the release he so desperately sought begin to build. Hegave no thought to letting that release take place outside his sister'spussy. His body drove him single-mindedly to just...get there. And whenhis balls clenched and he knew it was there, the Neanderthal in himwhispered, "Go deep," and he did. He slammed into her one last time andheld himself rigid as his balls emptied themselves into the hot,clasping pussy wrapped firmly around his prick. Lori felt Bobby go stiff. She felt the penis inside her get evenlarger. Then she felt the rush of heat deep in her belly, right next tothe thing she had almost instantly learned she loved to have prodded.That heat surrounded the little thing inside her and her orgasm looseditself throughout her body. Again, Bobby heard his sister's now hoarse voice give out an agonizedcry, but this one sounded different than the first ones had. This onehad the force of unbridled joy supporting it. The part of Bobby's mindthat knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that he had hurt his sisterand hurt her badly...relaxed a little. She couldn't sound that joyfulif she was still in pain. They lay there, gripping each other with muscles that were almostlocked. They drew in great gasping breaths of air, which cleared theirminds enough to assess what had just happened. Bobby could tell that hewas heavy upon her and rolled sideways, holding her, until they wereface to face, lying on their sides. Lori remembered the pain. She knew how severe it had been—howshe would have done anything to make it stop. But she couldn't feelthat now. And, as he rolled, and his now limp penis pulled out of her,Lori felt the loss…the emptiness...and she knew that shewould have to be filled again. "I love you," she whispered to her brother. "How could you? I heard your screams," he said. "That's gone. I don't think that will happen again," she sighed. "Ithad better not," she added. "I raped you," he moaned. "No," she said. She didn't know what that was, but it wasn't rape. Notas far as she was concerned. "How did this happen?" he whined. "I don't know," said Lori. "And I don't care...as long as it happensagain." "We can't." He was a little boy again. Now he thought of theconsequences. "You'll get pregnant. It will hurt you." "We'll do something about that," she said soothingly. "What did we do?" he sounded lost. "You took my cherry," she whispered. "And I love you for it." She kissed him until he calmed down enough to know she was beingtruthful with him.==========================Lori had walked gingerly for a day or two after that, but no onenoticed. It was Lori, in fact, who initiated their second liaison.Bobby had avoided her, still uncomfortable with the wild thing that hadtaken control of him and changed their lives. But Lori wouldn't bedenied. She went to him in his room and badgered him into putting it inher again. When, this time, the only sounds she made were coos of encouragementand joy, Bobby relaxed. And to their amazement, this time was soft andgentle, almost slow, without the raging passion that had consumed themboth in that initial encounter. Bobby went slower, though just asdeeply, and it was Lori who began to make him speed up. She had twoorgasms before he flushed her full of his seed. They were hooked. Just how much they were hooked was shown by the fact that they had beendriven to make love in a motel room with their mother only a few feetaway. It had driven them until they had been caught.Chapter Five Lori couldn't believe it when she saw her mother follow Coach into thebathroom. Bobby gasped as well. Both of them had seen their mother'shand being placed on what was obviously Coach's hard dick. And both hadseen her hand squeeze that lump. And then there had been the kiss andsome whispering. Bobby, who had always had a letch for his motheranyway, felt his prick harden. Lori was thinking about the fact thatthere was a man touching her mother the way Bobby touched her. But the reality of what Claire had said to them both barged throughthose emotions. "Oh, Bobby, she knows!” moaned Lori. "We have to get out ofhere." "Where to, Lori? Where are we going to go?" asked Bobby. "I don't know, but I love you, Bobby and I'm not going to stop what wedo." "We can't just run away," complained Bobby. "And why did she go inthere with him? If she was really pissed off at us, she'd still be herescreaming...wouldn't she?" That got Lori's attention. She was the more grounded of the two,despite the fact that she had seduced her brother without actuallysetting out to do so. Bobby was right. Their mother had basicallyannounced that she knew they were having sex, and had then gone intothe bathroom with the coach. What did that mean? Bobby spoke and brokeher concentration. "What do you think she's going to say to us, Lori?" asked Bobby. "Youthink she'll come out of there and say, ‘Well, kids, I sawyou fucking and it looked really hot, so fuck all you want.’" "Of course not," said Lori. "But maybe we can explain it to her...youknow, how we feel." "Maybe you were right the first time. Maybe we should make ourselvesscarce," advised Bobby. "Hurry, we can't have much longer." "Mom's been in there for a long time," said Lori. "What can they bedoing in there?" "I don't know," said Bobby. "Come on...get dressed...HURRY, LORI!"==========================The kids were dressed for the day. Lori was standing by the door, herhand on the handle, looking over her shoulder at Bobby, who wasthrowing things in his carryall. Lori said, "Now who's holding us up?Hurry UP, Bobby!" as the bathroom door was thrown open and their mothercharged into the room. "What's the big rush?" Claire asked much more calmly than she felt.Lori's face registered shock. Claire's eyes went to the bag inLori’s hand and the bag Bobby was stuffing full. "The game'snot until one." Neither teen could think of anything to say. It didn't matter. Theiractions said it for them anyway. Claire blanched as she realized her children had been planning to run.Her heart seized as she thought of what that would have been like. Theyhad no idea what it took to stay alive...to stay healthy. She wasdeeply disappointed that they assumed she didn't love them, or wouldn'ttry to understand...or was incapable of understanding. It flittedthrough her mind that she DIDN'T understand, but she still loved herchildren more than anything else in the world. The thought of losingthem made her stomach hurt. "Did you think if you ran away that all your problems would go away?"she asked heavily. "Are you really that stupid?" Claire pointed to achair. "Sit down." Chuck exited the bathroom and came up behind Claire. He touched herelbow, but she jerked away from him. "Chuck, would you mind if I had a few minutes alone with my children?" "Sure, Claire. I'll go make sure everybody's up and ready forbreakfast," he said. Lori had still not moved. Her hand was still on the doorknob when Chuckgot there. She looked at him, fear in her eyes. He winked and thengrabbed her shoulders, moving her to the chair Claire had pointed to. Alittle pressure on her shoulders made her sit. He opened the door andsaid, "I'll be back in fifteen minutes to take you to breakfast." Claire wanted to sit down, but knew she needed the tactical advantageof being higher than the children. Skills she had learned in thebusiness world were habit now and she didn't even think about them."Sit down, Bobby," she said. "Mom…" he started, but she held up her hand. "Don't make me yell at you, Bobby. I don't want to yell. Just sit downand let's talk about this." Bobby turned and sat on the coffee table his bag was laying on. No onesaid anything for a few seconds. Claire tried to think of what shewanted to talk about, but her emotions were still roiling from theshower. "How long has this been going on?" she asked. At least the children didn't try to lie about it. Lori said, "Threemonths." Claire was lost. How did you talk to your children about something likethis? "I don't understand," she said. "I want to understand, but Idon't know how to do that." Lori spoke again. "Mom, I love Bobby." "Of course you do, he's your brother," said Claire. "No, I mean I LOVE him , Mom," said Lori. "I don't want to be withother boys. I don't want to have a boyfriend. I LOVE him, Mom." Claire's head swiveled to Bobby, who was sitting up straight. "I feel the same way," he said. Claire tried to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm happy that you don't wanta boyfriend too, at least." Neither teen smiled. "Sorry," said Claire. "I'm a little nervous. In the last twelve hours alot has changed for me and I'm not at all used to those changes." Sheshook her head. "But one thing needs to be clearly understood. We are afamily. And if we have some problems, then we'll work on them as afamily. Running away won't do anybody any good and it would have justkilled me if something would have happened to you two. So the firstthing you have to do is promise me you won't run away." Both Bobby and Lori had expected shouting...maybe threats. Bobby hadeven felt there was a chance that their mother would throw them out.But her behavior, if not a polar opposite, wasn't anywhere near whatthey had expected. And exacting that promise from them actually madethem feel better about things. With that off the table, they didn'thave to think about it and all it would entail. Bobby looked at Lori. There was yearning in her eyes. She nodded. "OK, we promise," said Bobby for them both. Claire felt relief herself. "Now, the second thing I want you tounderstand is that you're my babies and I love you." She saw thereaction in the faces of her children. "Come on...you know what I mean.I know you're not babies, but you used to be, and every mother thinkslike that. The important thing is that I love you both. I don'tunderstand what you've done, but that doesn't matter. I love you." One of the things Claire had learned about personnel problems was that,during a counseling session, it was usually valuable to find out whatquestions the employee being evaluated had. Sometimes they broughtthings up themselves that the boss wanted to talk about anyway. "What questions do you two have about all this?" she asked. As shethought about that she decided that had been a stupid thing to say. "Are you going to make us stop?" asked Lori. Maybe it wasn't so stupid after all. "I don't know," said Claire. "I have to think about that." Both youths were shaken by her answer. They had expected a very quickeffort by their mother to forbid them to do anything ever again andboth were prepared to fight for their love. Now, though, her answerdidn't require a fight and their thoughts fragmented as they tried toadjust. Claire thought about what Chuck had said. "You probably wouldn't stopif I told you to," she said. "And I can't make you fall out of love."She frowned. "But what you're doing is dangerous and you need tounderstand that. It's dangerous because Lori could get pregnant. It'sdangerous because society says it's taboo, and if anyone found outthere would be a scandal. Chuck already knows, but I don't think he'llmake a fuss about it. That's not true of others, though." "Coach knows?" Lori's voice rose to a soprano whine. "You two made enough noise last night that I wouldn't be surprised ifthe people in the room next door know about it," sighed Claire. Bobbyrocked backwards and Claire held up her hand. "It wasn't that bad. Iwas exaggerating, but you were a lot louder than you thought you were.Both nights." Lori blushed. "You heard us...both nights?" "It's not all that dark in the room, dear. I saw you too." "When you got up and went to the bathroom?" asked Lori. Claire nodded. Lori turned to her brother and hissed, "I TOLD you so, Bobby. Youshould have LISTENED to me." "Stop!" said Claire firmly. "Fighting between yourselves won't solveanything either." She asked something she'd been curious about, butdidn't want to ask sooner. "How did this happen?" she asked. "I meanhow did it get started?" Lori looked at Bobby, but he shrugged, as if to say "Don't ask me." Sheglared at her brother when it became obvious she would have to answerthat question. "Well, we were cooking one day. We were making pies and cookies andcake." Claire remembered that day. She'd come home to find the kitchencompletely trashed, a whole pan of cookies burnt to a crisp, and herchildren giddy with laughter. They'd been so happy she couldn't beangry with them for failing to clean up. And, they had worked willinglyand happily together to straighten things out. She nodded so that Loriwould go on. "And we started teasing each other," said Lori. She darted a look atBobby. "And the teasing got kind of excited and we got kind of excitedand things got kind of complicated and it just happened." Lori looked at her mother to see if such a vague description was goingto fly. Claire's eyes were unfocused. She was thinking about how wellthat description could be used for what had just happened in thebathroom. Then she thought about what had happened in the bathroom andhow wild and spontaneous it had been. Bobby spoke. "We didn't actually intend for anything to happen. But Igot so excited I couldn't control myself and Lori couldn't make mestop." He had decided to take the blame. He'd always felt that heshould be blamed for the initial incident. Her screams as her hymen wastorn and her pussy cruelly stretched were permanently etched in hismemory, regardless of how happy she was to welcome him between her legsnow. Lori waved a hand dismissively. "Don't pay any attention to him, Mom.He thinks he raped me, but it was actually the other way around. Once Ihad him in my hand I wouldn't let him leave without feeling it insideme." Her relief at finally being able to talk about her relationshipwith her brother was so strong that it freed her tongue a little toomuch. Claire was, in fact, a little shocked that Lori could talk about thatso lightly. It made her a little suspicious. "So, are you two sexuallyactive with anyone other than each other?" Both children shook their heads immediately, and together. Theirresponse was too immediate to be false...unless they had practiced it. Claire looked at Bobby. "And what have you done to protect her, Bobby?" He looked uncomfortable. "Well, we use condoms most of the time." Lorisnorted. He glared at her. "OK, sometimes." Claire finally decided she could sit down. She chose the bed. It stillgave her a tiny height advantage. "I have three friends at work who use condoms for birth control," shesaid. "They're all pregnant." Both teen's heads jerked towards each other at that comment. "Yeah, condoms are a lousy way to prevent pregnancies. They break, andleak, and have pinholes in them," said Claire, like it was a discussionabout how to chop carrots. "I didn't know that,韩国日本三级在线观看" said Bobby. "Which is why you probably shouldn't be having sex. You need to learnabout adult things before you do adult things," said Claire. "We're not going to stop, Mom," Lori said firmly. Chuck had been right. "Even if continuing gets you pregnant?" asked Claire. "I love Bobby," Lori said stubbornly. "And if I get pregnant, I'll loveour baby too." "Well, now THERE'S a plan for the future," snorted Claire. "Look, kids,I love you both, and I'm NOT sorry I had you, but I probably had youtoo soon. And when your father left, I was too young to get a good joband we had to really struggle for a long time. I don't want you to haveto go through that." Lori looked at her mother thoughtfully. "Mom, if I gotpregnant—from anybody—would you make me move out?" Claire snorted again. "Of course not. That's the last thing I'd wantyou to do. I just told you it's hard to raise a baby. If you weremarried, then yes, you'd have to go live with your husband. But youcan't marry Bobby. Nobody's going to allow that." The door opened and Chuck walked in. "Time's up," he announced. "Ahhhh,I see there aren't any bloody corpses lying about, so I have to assumethat things have been civilized. That's good, because I'm hungry and ifthere had been murder and mayhem the police would come and we'd have toall answer questions and I'd just starve to death." His attempt at ajoke had been so long that he ended up panting a little. "Anybodyhungry?" While he didn't get the chuckles he hoped for, Chuck's intrusion wasn'ta problem either. Everyone had had their say…to a point. Allthree Richardsons stood up and they went to breakfast==========================The day was spent chasing around a perplexing mix of emotions. Nothinghad really been "decided." Lori and Bobby still didn't know what theirmother was going to do about...them. And "them" was something that wasso important to both of them that it affected their behavior. Lorididn't have quite the verve that she usually displayed when she cheeredon the team. Bobby fumbled the ball twice and at halftime the team wasbehind by fourteen points. Claire, watching the game, had a hard time paying attention to what wasgoing on. Every time she looked at her son or daughter, all she couldconjure up in her mind's eye was Bobby hunched over Lori, her legsspread in welcome, as he grunted in that special sexy way that meant hewas filling her with his spunk. That, added on top of her own emotionalturmoil—whenever she looked at Chuck her stomach didflip-flops—began to rob her of the joy she usuallyexperienced when she saw her children doing what they loved to do. In short, her life...and the lives of her children...had been knockedtopsy-turvy. As sometimes happens to adults in that situation, usually when theyaren't at all ready for it, her mind began to question some things shethought WERE "decided." She had pretty well become resigned to the factthat there was no man in her life. In fact, she realized, she hadunconsciously kept men at bay, feeling that she didn't need a man inher life any more. Now, after what had happened in the shower, and thefeeling in her stomach when she looked at Chuck, Claire's decision thatmen weren't worth the effort it took to have a serious relationship hadtaken a few hits. Then there was the whole incest thing with her kids.Incest was wrong. Everybody said so. It ruined the families that wereinvolved in it...didn't it? But her children were obviously happy, and normal in every other wayshe could think of. They got good grades, were reasonably popular, andseemed well adjusted when compared to other brothers and sisters shesaw together. Nothing had happened in the three months they claimed tohave been having this relationship that made anything look different atall to Claire. Was it actually possible for a brother and sister tolove each other...that way...and for it to actually work out well? So many of Claire's assumptions about her life were in question thatshe didn't even know HOW to think about them, much less WHAT to thinkabout them. Chuck nudged Claire and her head jerked as she realized she had beenstaring at the stats sheet in her lap for quite a while. "Claire, I need you to pay attention," said Chuck gruffly. It was his"coach" voice. "I think I might be in love with you, but I need you topay attention to the game," he said. Claire's head jerked again in surprise. That was all she needed. Hemight be in LOVE with her?! She ground her teeth in frustration, and blushed, but nodded tersely."OK," she said. Claire had the capacity to be single minded and she called on thattalent now. Statistics were kept in two identical books. Volunteerstudents maintained them, but one of the volunteers had been unable toattend the contest, so Claire had offered to do that. She and the boywho had the other book were sitting side by side, and she leaned overto talk to him, catching up her sheet. Then she paid strict attentionto the game, shoving her other thoughts away. It was then that she was able to notice that Bobby wasn't playing well.She began watching him more closely and saw the frequent looks he shotto the sidelines...not at the coach...but at his sister...and at hismother. Knowing how roiled her own emotions were, she had no troubleidentifying what was on Bobby's mind. During a time out, when he ran over to huddle with the coaches, shepulled at his shoulder pads. "You keep your mind on the game," she barked. "I can't," he said. "Bobby, honey," she said, her voice pleading. "We'll get throughthis...difficulty. We'll work on it as a family. But if you can'tdiscipline yourself when things get difficult, how can we ever makethis all work out? I love you. I'm not going to stop loving you. Loriobviously loves you too. But...that...can't be the only thing in yourlife, Bobby. You have other responsibilities." "All I can think about is where I'll be sleeping tonight," Bobby saidmiserably. Claire thought. Her questions about whether society was right or notboiled over in her mind. Who were strangers to tell her…andher wonderful children...what was right and wrong for them? She made a decision she couldn't believe she was making. "Well, if youdon't start paying attention to the game I may make you sleep with MEtonight. There are only two beds in the room. If you want to sleep inLori's bed tonight you'd better get back in there and kick some ass!" Unbeknownst to Claire, her "threat" to make her son sleep with herplayed to the overwhelming emotions that were surging through his body.Unbeknownst to Claire, she had suggested what evolution had primed mento believe: If you wanted the best women...the most fertile women...themost desirable women...you had to be the alpha male in the group. And, as far as Bobby was concerned, his mother and sister WERE the mostdesirable women in the group. The surge of adrenaline and testosteronein his system caused his muscles to swell and his mind to sharpen. Hewas primed for combat. And it made a difference. The fourteen point advantage the other teamwas enjoying melted away in a mere three series. Claire felt a surge ofexcitement as she saw his play improve dramatically. At one point, whenthe defense was on the field, Claire saw Bobby run over to his sisterand hold an animated discussion with her. Lori glanced at her motherand then back at Bobby and her level of participation in the gameincreased as well. In the end, the team won by six points. After the game the atmosphere was electric with excitement. They hadadvanced to the semifinals and, if things went well, were only twogames away from claiming the trophy. All the kids were giddy, talkingtoo loudly, full of energy, even though they'd just played a hard game. Chuck called them all together. "OK," he started. "I know you all areexcited, but this is the time discipline is needed." Claire saw Bobbylook at her and grin. Chuck went on, his hands out, facing the group."So even though right now you don't feel tired, and you want to party,you really need to think about getting some rest. We have a big gametomorrow and you need to be fresh and able to concentrate. We had apretty miserable first half today. Let's not have that problemtomorrow. So after supper, get to your rooms and keep the socializingto a minimum. Watch TV or something and try to get some extra sleep." There were groans of disappointment from both girls and boys. The boyshad, at some level, done what Bobby had done—fight for theirright to claim the woman of their choice. And the girls had watched,their own hormone levels elevating as they appreciated the strength andvitality of the potential mates their unconscious minds saw cavortingon the field. Both Claire and Chuck recognized the sexual tension in the kids. It waseasy. They felt the same tension themselves. At supper they ate alonetogether at a small table, letting the kids mingle and drift from tableto table. Claire noticed that Bobby and Lori started at differenttables, but ended up at the same one. Chuck saw her looking at them. "So, have you decided what to do aboutthem?" he asked. She turned her gaze on him and felt her pussy tense up. "I haven't evendecided what to do about YOU." She smiled a wan, tired smile. "That's easy," he said confidently. "Just love me." "I've only known you for a week," she said. The memory of their passionin the shower flooded through her and she flushed, heat suffusing herface. "You must think I'm a slut." He put his spork down on the table as if it were fine silver, and thenwiped the corner of his mouth with a paper napkin. "Slut isn't a word I'd use with you," he said, his voice level. "I havestandards. I wasn't actively looking for a woman to complicate mylife," he said. "But if I had been, it certainly wouldn't have been aslut." He looked at her for a long, agonizingly silent moment. "I'vebeen with two women in my life," he continued. "The first was a girl inhigh school. I don't just jump in bed with any woman I happen to sharea motel room with." "I don't understand you at all," said Claire, full of self doubtsuddenly. "I'm divorced with two teenage children. I'm older than you.You're gorgeous, and unattached…you could have any woman youwant!" "Let me see," he said, leaning back in his chair. "What do I look forin a woman? Gosh...I don't really know," he said with a hint of sarcasmin his voice. "Well, I suppose I demand that she be beautiful. Andintelligent would be nice. And, oh yes, she has to be susceptible to mycharming approach...you know...lure her into a motel room with her twokids watching and then jump her bones while she's not looking." Hesmiled tightly. "You know, just the average woman. I wonder if I'llever find her." "Joking about this won't help," said Claire, her appetite suddenly gone. "Claire," he said, and her stomach did flip flops at the way he saidit. "What happened between us was fast, and furious, and unexpected forboth of us. But I can't question how I feel about you. I know you're acareful woman, who has her own set of plans and dreams, and that Imight not fit into those plans and dreams. But I also know plans anddreams have a way of changing. I'd like you to give me a chance. Ithink you'd really like me when you get to know me. I don't care aboutany age difference. I just care about the way I feel about you." Claire felt her emotions roil again. "You probably just want to get inmy pants again, you sliver tongued...man." "Desperately," he agreed. "Immediately if possible. I mean not here, inthe restaurant...but maybe outside? In the bus? I can command the kidsnot to watch." "There you go joking again," she complained. "Who says I'm joking? I can't deny how I feel about you. What happenedin the bathroom this morning was amazing. And it's even more amazingbecause I LIKE you too!" Out of the corner of her eye Claire saw movement. She looked up to seeBobby approaching their table. "Mom?" he said. "About what you said this afternoon. Are you reallygoing to make me sleep in your bed tonight?” He didn'tactually sound like he was upset at the idea. Chuck's eyebrows rose. He was a man, and he knew what lust looked likein another man. Did Bobby lust after his mother too?! Claire looked at Chuck helplessly. "I threatened to make him sleep withme if he didn't concentrate on the game," she explained. "And you thought that was a threat? I'm amazed he didn't fumble theball twice on purpose!" He looked at Bobby with a calculating eye."Well, too bad, bucko," he said to Bobby. "You DID concentrate on thegame, so you're stuck with your sister.” He looked startledthat he'd said it out loud and turned red. "I mean...um...that'sbetween you and your mother. Oh man, I'm going to go get something todrink. I think I just put my foot in my mouth." Claire couldn't get her mind wrapped around the concept that her"threat" might have been perceived by Bobby the same way it might havebeen perceived by Chuck. She looked at her son, who was blushing, as ifwhat Chuck had suggested was...true. To her, her threat had been todeny him a place next to Lori. But Chuck was suggesting that Bobbymight have performed well BECAUSE the idea of sleeping with his motherwas...exciting! With everything that had happened she didn't know whatto think or how to feel about it all. She was astonished that the merethought of "sleeping" with her son didn't disgust her at all. Her mindwhirled with doubts and uncertainties. "I think we need to finish our talk," she said, trying to dismiss theidea that her son might feel about her the same way he felt about hissister. "Why don't you go get Lori and let's go back to the room. Chuckcan take care of the rest of them for a while."Chapter Six Mother and children walked, as there was no other way for them to getback to the motel. It was a strained, silent walk at first. Bobby hadtold Lori what their mother had said. And Lori had some idea of howBobby might have heard that comment. She had conflicting feelings aboutthat too. She thought of Bobby as "hers," even though she was hissister. But she knew how Bobby felt about his mother, even if hismother didn't know that. Claire tried to get things started. "Look, I know what I'm SUPPOSED tothink about you two doing what you do together." She walked on a few steps. "And I know that you two love each other." She didn't know how to express her feelings. "Part of me wants to demand that you stop...but another part of mewants to celebrate your love. And now Chuck suggests that you wantto... with me..." She looked at Bobby, who was walking head down. "Idon’t know what to do," she said in a defeated voice. "I told you it was obvious," growled Lori to her brother. "Did youreally think nobody would notice how you look at her? How you lookat...us?" Bobby looked distinctly uncomfortable. Lori, having a streak of typicalteenager in her, decided to just call things as she saw them. "Bobby has always had a kind of sexual attraction to you, Mom. And thatday when we were teasing each other, like I told you before, I sort oftransferred that to me...accidentally. But then it was so exciting andI wanted to know what it felt like and we just sort of ended up doingit. But he loves us both, Mom." She looked at her mother to see whatthe reaction was. Claire's heart had seized when Lori said Bobby was attracted to hersexually. She'd heard the rest, but hadn't been able to process it. "That's just CRAZY!" said Claire, but she saw Bobby flinch. "Is thatTRUE, Bobby?" she asked. Bobby too had felt a moment of panic when his sister admitted hissecret lust for his mother. But her plaintive question didn't soundlike she was disgusted—only like she was seeking independentconfirmation of a fact she'd heard but wasn't sure was, in fact, a fact. Bobby was still on a high from winning the game. That, combined withhis feelings for his mother and his sister, and the fact that he hadn'tbeen thrown in the street by Claire, had him on a razor's edge of selfcontrol. He stopped and faced his mother. "OK, yes, I've had dreams about you. It's always been that way. I don'tunderstand it, but it's true. And I never lusted after Lori or anythinguntil that day when all of a sudden I couldn't control myself aroundher. I know I'm not supposed to feel that way about either of you, butI DO!" It was obvious he was frustrated. "And I don't want to change it. Even though I know I should." His voicewas anguished. "But why would you want ME?" said Claire, dazed. "I'm your MOTHER!" "I know that," said Bobby, sounding even more frustrated. "I can't helpit. You're beautiful and I love you. I KNOW that's how I feel. I can'tjust STOP loving you, even if it's in ways I'm not SUPPOSED to loveyou." Claire replayed what she'd said in her head during the game. "So when I said I'd make you sleep with...me..." "I got crazy," finished Bobby. "The thought of that just made me crazy.I love Lori and we've even talked about being together for life, but Ican't help but love you too." "And that made me jealous," said Lori suddenly. "But I know we're notsupposed to do things together too, and you're my mother and I love youtoo, so I shouldn't be jealous. But I am. I don't know what to thinkEITHER!" she ended, tears gathering in her eyes. The whole thing was ludicrous, Claire thought. Her whole world wassuddenly just flat crazy. She had strong feelings for a man she'd onlyknown for a week. She'd made wild, passionate love to that man, inviolation of every rule she had for herself concerning sex. Herchildren had been committing incest for months and demanded to beallowed to continue. And NOW, she found out that her son wanted tocommit incest with HER too! It was just too much to deal with. Out of pure self defense, so she didn't just go completely mad, shetried to make some decisions. If she could just make some decisionsmaybe all this would become manageable. "I don't think you should sleep with me tonight," she said to Bobby. Itdidn't come out like the obvious statement it should have been. But Bobby nodded. He actually looked relieved. "Thanks," he said,confirming the look on his face. "I don't know what I would have done." "I do," said Lori a little grumpily. Both mother and brother stared at her. "Well, I know what he's like! He's hard to resist when he's right therewith you!" Claire thought about how much "resistance" she'd put up with Chuck inthe bathroom. "OK, we'll deal with that problem later," she said. "For now, I'm goingto have to let you two...” She couldn't say it out loud. Shetried to exert some kind of parental control. "But we HAVE to get youon the pill, Lori." Claire's doubts about what she'd just said were bombarded by theintense joy that suddenly bloomed on Lori's face. She flung herself ather mother in a tight embrace. "OH THANK YOU, MOMMY!" she squealed."You don't KNOW how happy that makes me!" Lori, having some kind of feminine instinct that caused her to push heradvantage at the moment, went on. "And you're going to keep doing it with Coach!" she demanded. "You'veneeded a man in your life for a long time, Mom, and Coach is wonderful!" Claire wasn't too impressed with her daughter's characterization of therelationship Claire had with Chuck as "doing it," but she couldn'tbring herself to complain out loud. Then again, she had a sudden urge to "do it" right then and there. Heremotions, already sustained at peak levels for what seemed like days,had been assaulted further by her son's confession that HE wanted to"do it" with her. Rather than contemplate how she felt about THAT, shecentered her physical attraction on a man that the world might approveof. "OK," she heard herself say, not believing she was saying it to her ownchildren. In all, the rest of the walk was strange too, though not quite asstrange as the first part. Decisions had been made, but they werestrange decisions, and all three of them knew it. Lori tried to keepthe conversation going, making attempts to talk about the game, and thefact that she was still hungry, and even bringing up Claire's desire toredecorate the kitchen back home. But each topic was strangled by the fact that none of them could thinkabout much except what might...or would...happen in the motel room thatnight. When they got to the room things didn't really improve that much. Bobbyturned on the TV in an attempt to distract himself, and suggested thatmaybe they could watch a pay-per-view movie that night. When the menucame up, the first thing on it was a movie called "Brother's SecretDesire." The teaser suggested that "Brother" would enter into arelationship with all the women in his family. It was rated triple X. More than one person in the room groaned. When Chuck opened the door and stepped in, he could feel the tensemood. "Well, do I still have a girlfriend and a star player?" he askedjokingly. Lori, who had been worrying that her mother might reverse herdecisions, tried to add to the joke. "Well, you won't be sleeping withme, Coach! At least not tonight." Her joke fell flat as Bobby and Claire both glared at her. "Look, I don't want to cause any tension," said Chuck. “If Ineed to sleep on the bus to make things more comfortable I will." "NO!" said Claire, before she could even think about it. All three ofthe others in the room stared at her. Claire made anotherdecision...for the sake of making a decision. "The sleeping arrangements will not change. Chuck and I are adults. Youtwo are ACTING like adults, so let's just all be adults about this." Chuck tried once more. "When it comes to being adult...I'm your boy."He grinned. That time it worked. Lori giggled and Bobby smiled. Claire, stillconsumed with physical feelings, simply got up, went to Chuck, took himin her arms, and kissed him firmly. "You'd better not ACT like a boy tonight," she said. She felt a suddenrelease of tension in her own body as she accepted her sexual feelingsand realized that a large part of that release was due to the fact thatshe could admit her feelings in front of her children. Suddenly, Claire felt like she could celebrate what she'd stumbledinto, even if it was strange and taboo, at least in part. She turned to her son and daughter. "Wouldn't you two like to go visitsome friends or something?" she asked. To her surprise, Lori stood up. "No," she said. "I think I want to dothe same thing YOU want to do right now." She bent over and removed hersaddle oxfords, and then her socks. Then she stood up and gripped thehem of her cheerleader's sweater, in preparation for pulling it overher head. "And, seeing as how we're almost all family here, I'm not going to beshy about it!" said the cheerleader. Ten seconds later she was standing, dressed only in her sports bra andskirt. Lori looked at her mother. "Mom, if you don't want Coach looking at me,you'd better do something to distract him." Chuck was, indeed, looking at one of his cheerleaders. He had the samefeelings toward his cheerleaders that any man would...that hesuppressed...for his own good and theirs. He turned to Claire. "Please distract me," he said, making sure Lori was behind him. Claire stared at him in wonder. Could he really be comfortable withwhat was about to happen? "Are you sure?" she asked. The look in his eyes convinced her. "We have a bed check to make inabout an hour. Let's start with the beds in this room." Maybe it was the emotional level of the people in that room. Maybe itwas the sudden freedom to do what they all wanted to do. For whateverreason, the awkwardness that SHOULD have made itself felt...didn't. Lori unashamedly got naked, ignoring her mother and Coach. Claire, eager to do something...anything...to distract her mind fromwhat was happening, simply began to disrobe, ignoring her children andconcentrating on the look in Chuck's eyes as he watched her. Bobby, unable to discipline his eyes, watched as both his mother andsister got naked. By the time he got his pants off his cock was ironhard and dripping. Chuck couldn't help but look in the mirror, peeking at Lori as heryoung body came into view. That, and the knowledge of what was about tohappen, made him harder than he'd ever been in his life and his prickbounced in anticipation as he got naked too. The level of passion in the room was so high that no foreplay wasnecessary. Both women were ready—physically,emotionally—in all ways, they wanted to be bred. Both menwere willing and capable of doing the breeding, and it took placequickly. Lori, knowing her brother better than Claire knew Chuck, pushed himdown so she could control penetration and speed. Claire wanted Chuck's muscled body over hers, dominating her...TAKINGher, so that she could pretend, at some level, that it was HIS idearather than hers. She was used to being in charge. Right now she wantedto be...taken. There was a sigh of happiness from Lori and a groan of satisfactionfrom Bobby as Lori positioned his prick and sank down on it, driving itto her cervix. Chuck teased Claire by putting the tip of his prick in her gaping, wetslot and then suckling her nipples while he prodded her pussy ever sogently. Claire was impatient, though, and her hands fastened on hiships and pulled with force that was surprising. "You bastard," she moaned. "Don't do this to me." "Don't do what, Claire?" asked Chuck. His sudden removal of his lips to talk was agonizing to Claire'stortured and sensitive nipples. "FUCK me, you bastard," she groaned. "Don't fuck you, Claire?" he teased. "Don't make me beg in front of my children," gasped Claire. "Oh," he said, returning to her nipples. Then he powered his cock to HER cervix, in one rushing lunge that tookher breath away. By the time she got enough air in her lungs to makenoises, he had already withdrawn and pummeled her sopping pussy threetimes. Claire shook with the violence of Chuck's thrusts. As firm as theywere, her breasts jiggled and flopped, and her legs scissored furtheropen as she made nonsense sounds deep in her throat. Lori, sitting on her brother's stiff prick, turned her head to watch asher mother was ravaged. Seeing Coach Bondurant's muscled body coveringher mother's, his thick cock slicing in and out of her mother's pussy,was so shocking and erotic that she had an orgasm. Her pussy rippledand fluttered as she ground it down on her own stiff thick prick. Bobby, over-stimulated by the events of the day, turned his head too,and saw Coach doing what he'd dreamed of doing for years. He promptlyblasted his sister's pussy full of warm sticky spunk. Her pussy musclessuddenly started milking him, and he lunged upward as his balls emptiedinto his sister's belly. Claire was having her own orgasm, also a product of having been hornyall day, and suddenly being able to give in to her lust. She hoped, inthe middle of that orgasm, that Chuck would go on for hours. Chuck, of all of them, was possibly the only one in control of hisbody. The feel of Claire's clasping pussy around his seldom-used toolwas so wonderful that he wanted it to last. When she had what wasobviously an orgasm under him, he took the time to slide in and rub herclit with the base of his cock, loving the feel of her body welcominghim inside it. Then he set about making that happen again. Lori felt her brother's seed splashing into her pussy. She was, atonce, happy to feel it, and a little sad because she knew he'd get softand she wasn't ready for him to get soft yet. She sat and rocked,keeping his softening cock firmly in her slot. From experience she knewthat he would recover in a few minutes. She could wait. While shewaited she watched as Coach did amazing things to her mother. He went on and on, and Lori could recognize that her mother was havingmultiple orgasms as her head flailed, her hair flying, and her fistsgripped the bed covers that hadn't even been pulled back in their hasteto make their sexual joining. Lori couldn't help but wonder what itwould feel like...to be under that muscled body, to be stroked for thatlong. For the first time in her life Lori was interested in a cock other thanher brother's. Bobby was watching too, and was feeling decidedly inadequate. He hadalways been able to make his sister squeal with excitement when theymade love, but watching his mother being rodded and reamed made himrealize that there was a level of control far beyond what he'd beenable to develop. He imagined being able to fuck his mother thatlong...what it would feel like to lie on her full soft breasts as hepounded her like Coach was pounding her. He felt his prick respond tothat desire. He reached up and took control away from Lori by pulling her to him androlling to pin her. Lori was caught unawares because she was staring in fascination at thethick slick rod that was pistoning in and out of her mother. She'd beenunconsciously rubbing her clitty against her brother's pubic bone andwas on the edge of being able to work into an orgasm. Suddenly she wasfalling and she squawked. "Bobby!" she yipped, feeling his cock slip out of her. Then she foundherself under him as he loomed over her, and his cock, stiff again, wasnudging into her pussy. He kissed her hungrily and sucked her nipples,like he had seen his mother's nipples get sucked a few minutes ago. And then he pounded Lori into submission, bouncing her all over thebed, making her jiggling body slide upwards until her head hit the walland began bouncing off of it. She complained and he reared backwards,grabbing her hips and pulling her roughly down the bed as he kneedhimself backwards. Then he fell on her and began sliding his cock inand out of her in long strokes to match those of the coach. He gave anextra firm push when he bottomed out each time, grinding against Lori'sclit and digging deep into the mouth of her womb. She began makingappreciative sounds and thrusting back up at him, almost as violentlyas he was shoving into her. "OOOommmmmmm I'm cumming, Bobby," she whined. “Cummming soooogoood." "You should have made me wear a rubber, Lori," he whispered in her ear."I'm gonna shoot again...gonna knock you up for sure...gonna make aBABY!" he groaned as he thrust into her one last time and his dickpumped his seed into her womb. Feeling that, and hearing that, made Lori squirm as she wriggled herpussy up at him to get every drop. She didn't want to BE pregnant, butthe thought that he might be putting a baby in her belly was SO hotthat she loved the idea of the danger involved. In the next bed Claire had finally had enough orgasms that she'd justgone limp. Her body shook as Chuck knifed into her and all she could dowas raise her head occasionally to make her unbelieving eyes see thathis cock was STILL hard and STILL stroking her pussy, better than she'dever had it stroked in her life. She knew that she had to have thisagain and again. All her reservations about letting him do this weregone. She had never felt like this. He leaned down and kissed her hard. Then, his lips inches from hers, hespoke in a voice loud enough that everybody in the room could hear. "This morning...in the shower," he panted. "I never got the chance...toask you...are you...on the pill?" Claire heard the question and all that it implied. "Nooooooooooo," she moaned. He panted on. "You want me...to pull... out?" Claire's mind whirled. When WAS her last period? She couldn't think.She hadn't planned on this! He'd take it out of her if she told him to.She was thrilled that he cared that much. But her pussy didn't want to be empty. What if she got pregnant? What if this man...this wonderful man...wasin the process of creating life in her womb? Her thoughts flashed toher children...in bed next to her...moaning lustfully as they didexactly what she was doing. If Denny could create two such wonderfulchildren...what would Chuck's be like? "Noooooooooo," she rasped. "You know...what this...could mean?" he insisted, shoving in deep. "Yessssssssssss," she whined. "Cum in meeeeee." He pulled back one more time and dug deep. She felt his nectar rushforth and saturate the end of her satisfied pussy. She imagined thatthick, white, potent seed pouring into her womb...surrounding an egg... She hugged him to her fiercely, all her remaining energy going intothat embrace as he gave her what she now craved. Both couples cuddled and were very happy doing so when suddenly a loudknock at the door shocked them all rigid. "Coach?" came a plaintive cry through the door. "Are you in there?" Claire bolted from the bed, snatching up her clothing, which was lyingeverywhere where it had been flipped, thrown or tossed. She turned toLori who had also jumped up, her brother's sperm streaming from herpussy, pushed out by abdominal muscles that had clenched violently asshe got up. Her clothes were almost in one pile and she grabbed them.Both women darted for the bathroom. Chuck calmly got up and pulled on the pants and shirt he'd been wearingall day. He nodded to Bobby and said, "Act asleep," softly. Then hewent to the door. Charlie Waters was outside, shifting from foot tofoot when Chuck opened the door. "What's the problem, Charlie?" he asked. Charlie tried to peer into the room. "Are you alone, Coach?" "Bobby's trying to sleep. What's the problem, Charlie?" he repeated. Hestepped out and let the door close on his hand. "The problem is we have a chance to take the championship and a fewpeople are going to mess that up for us!" complained Charlie, who was askinny second string receiver. He'd joined the squad at the insistenceof his father, who had played when he was in school. Charlie wasn't cutout for football, though, in his own mind. "What's going on?" asked Chuck. "You know the room Frank and them are in?" asked Charlie. That roomcontained four of his seniors, who had asked to room together, it beingtheir last year playing and all. Chuck had suspected they might haveulterior motives, but let it go. "Yes," said Chuck. "Well, Tiffany and Sharon and two other girls are in there with them,and the door's closed, and they're making noises," said Charlie.Tiffany and Sharon were two of the senior cheerleaders. Charlie had hadfantasies about them for over a year. The thought of what might begoing on in the room overcame his reluctance to be labeled a snitch. "What kind of noises?" asked Chuck. "The kind of noises..." started off Charlie. He had been about to say,"like there's SEX going on!" but decided to say, "necking noises." Itsounded ridiculous, but Chuck didn't laugh. "You might get a chance to play yet, Charlie," said Chuck. Two of hisstar receivers were in that room. Charlie gulped. His motivation had been to break up the soiling of hisfantasies—NOT to actually get on the field. "I'll take care of it, Charlie," said Chuck, opening the door to go puton his shoes. Charlie, realizing that what he'd just done might end up with himmaking a fool of himself on the field in front of the whole school,suddenly decided that the kids in that room needed to be warned. Hetook off running like the receiver he was. Claire had the bathroom door open slightly and was peering out throughit as Lori pulled her cheerleading outfit back on. "Mom," she dragged it out, complaining. "Bobby's stuff is going to soakinto my uniform!" Claire looked over her shoulder at her grown up...adolescent daughter."That's the price you pay when you decide to play," she said tersely.She suddenly thought about her own womb and what might be happening init right now. She was surprised how little she cared at the moment.That got her thinking about her last period. When she worked it out inher mind she took a deep breath. There probably couldn't have been aworse time for her to get her pussy filled with dangerous sperm thanthe last two days. She saw Chuck come back in the room and close thedoor. She went out into the room. Chuck looked at her and sighed. She had that tousle headed, slightlyflushed look of a well-fucked woman. He felt not a little pride, and adesire to continue where they'd left off, but pushed that down. "Charlie Waters says there's a sex party going on in one of the rooms,"he said. Claire felt panic. "Which room?" she gasped. "Not this one," he smiled. "We need to go down there. If you take aminute or two to put on your shoes it should be all over by the time weget there. I told Charlie he might have to play. You should have seenthe panic on his face." Claire looked at him with an arched eyebrow. He smiled sheepishly. "Well, would YOU have wanted to get caught whenyou were in high school?" He stood up. "Besides, getting there too latewill still put a scare into them. They'll know they were almost caughtand that will make the rest of the kids less likely to fool around,don't you think?" In a strange way, Claire thought he made perfect sense.Chapter SevenFive minutes later Claire and Chuck were walking side by side. Havingvisited the manager, they were approaching room 203 with key in hand.They were about ten feet away when the door burst open. Tiffany Jewelland Ramona Hodgkins dashed out to come face to face with the coach andClaire. Both were dressed in their cheerleading uniforms. The hem ofRamona's skirt was caught in the back where it had obviously beenaccidentally tucked inside her panties. There was something glisteningrunning down Tiffany's right inner thigh. "Stop right there," ordered Coach in his coach's voice. "We were just getting some towels," babbled Ramona. "Really?" asked Claire, feeling bad for just having done exactly whatthese two girls had done and now having to catch them at it. "Where arethey?" Both girls looked at their empty hands, like somebody had told themhair would grow on their palms if they masturbated and they werechecking to see if it was true. "Wait right over there." Chuck pointed to the front window. The door had closed behind the girls with a sharp slam and Chuck keyedit open, swinging it wide. Claire followed him inside. Three of the boys were in bed, covers up to their chins. Frank Zeliffwas sitting on a chair, trying to put shoes on. He had lipstick allover his face. Frank looked up, his eyes wide. "Hey Coach," he said weakly. "What'sup?" "What are you guys doing in here?" asked Chuck. Danny Pruett said, from bed. "We're trying to sleep, Coach...like yousaid." Chuck moved to the bed, reached down and whipped the covers off.Danny's limp prick lay in a spermy mess that soaked his pubes andballs. Claire stared before Danny covered his genitals with his hands.He didn't say anything. Chuck turned to the other bed, which had two boys in it. They wereclutching the covers under their chins so tightly their knuckles werewhite. "Do I have to show Mrs. Richardson what you two look like too?" heasked. "No Coach," they both intoned. "You got us," said George Caddy. There was a noise from the bathroom. Coach looked and said, "I suppose the other two are in there?" He got four blank stares back. Chuck nodded to Claire and she went to the bathroom door, which waslocked. She knocked and ordered, "Open up...Sex Police!" Then shegiggled. She turned around and wiped the smile off her face as Chuckshook his head sadly. "Sorry," she mumbled. She turned back to the door and pounded on it. It opened and two more cheerleaders came out. They were fully dressed,but in their hurry to get that way, each had grabbed some incorrectuniform items. One of them was a busty girl of about five feet ten, andthe other was lucky if she was five feet tall. The big one had grabbeda sweater top that, once she got on, was so tight she couldn't pull itoff again. Her partner had been forced to wear the larger girl'ssweater top and it almost looked like a dress on her. The tall one hada wad of tissue paper in her hand. Claire held her hand out. "May I see that please?" The girl's hand...and the tissue…vanished behind her back. There was a bra lying on the floor between one of the beds and a wall.Claire pointed at it. "Whose is that?" The tall girl looked and then bent over automatically to pick up thebra, and Claire darted her hand to snatch the tissue out of the handthat was still behind her back. It was a spermy mess. Claire held it up and nodded to Chuck. Chuck knew what he had to do. He didn't feel good about it. He didn'tfeel guilty at all about what he and Claire had done. They were adults.But he had sanctioned what Bobby and Lori had done, and now he wasgoing to have to punish these kids. He tried to take a little comfortin the fact that Lori and Bobby's parent had also sanctioned what hadhappened. But if left a bad taste in his mouth. "You four are benched," he pronounced. There were four groans of complaint. "Come on, Coach, we were just having a little fun," whined Frank. "Your fun doesn't appear to have involved any condoms, Frank," saidChuck heavily. What am I going to tell the parents if any of thesegirls show up pregnant?" "They won't, Coach," said Danny. "They all used suppositories." Well, a good spermicidal might help a little, but still, the rules hadbeen broken. What was more important, at least publicly, was that theeight had been caught. It turned out that Charlie HAD come knocking on the door, telling themthat Coach was coming. But the boys hadn't believed it. There had stillbeen over an hour before bed check was due. It was the girls who wanted to stop, but all four boys had been trying,on a bet, to cum at the same time. They had insisted that Charlie wasjust jealous and that nothing would happen. By the time things had settled back down, Claire no longer felt guilty.All four of the girls were simpering idiots. Tiffany had convinced themthat the big suppositories would protect them from pregnancy, so theyhad gone along with the crazy scheme. Claire had been using the samekind of birth control when she got pregnant with Lori. "You have to tell your parents what happened," she told the girls onceshe had them huddled together outside the room. "If you don't, we haveto. In fact, we have to anyway. You can tell them yourselves, and whenwe contact them they'll already know and tell us they know. But, whenwe tell them, we're going to tell them that you were told to informthem. So you may as well do it yourselves. If you're going to try toact adult, you also have to take responsibility for what you choose todo." None of the girls liked that idea, but they were left with littlechoice. They left for their rooms, heads down, feet dragging. On the way back to the room Claire spoke. "You know, if they can't doit...we really shouldn't do it either." He looked at her. "Ever again?" "No, silly." She blushed at the hurt in his voice. It made her feelgood. "Just while we're here. I think my dating life is going toimprove when we get back home." "Yes it is. OK, I'm with you," he said. When they got to the room the kids were dressed and watching TV. Claire explained what had happened and what decision had been madebecause of what had happened. "That means you two, too," she said. Surprisingly, both teens just nodded their assent. They knew what waslikely to happen without those four players and it sobered them. Chuck and Claire presided over a very quiet bed check that night. Thenews had spread. The night passed uneventfully, though all of them hada hard time getting to sleep and talked for several hours into thenight in the darkened room. The next day the four players suited up, but sat on the bench. The fourcheerleaders were also benched, but they wore civilian clothing so theywouldn't stand out in the crowd. The first half went as expected, and the team was twenty-one pointsbehind at halftime. Parents who had come to see the game, driving forhours, began to approach Chuck and demand to know why four of his bestplayers weren't in the game. Two of those sets of parents were Frank'sand Danny's. It almost got ugly. First Frank's father tried to play it all down, butChuck insisted that rules were rules. Then Mr. Zeliff demanded to knowwhy he wasn't called and notified when the...infraction...had beendiscovered. Chuck explained that the kids had been given the option oftelling their parents first. The two men began to bluster, but theirwives, thinking no doubt about what the parents of the girls involvedwould say when THEY found out what had happened, pulled their husbandsaway forcefully. It should have been a slaughter. But Chuck found out that if you take four second and third stringers,who were motivated by the fear of public humiliation, they played a lotbetter than he thought they would. The rest of the team knew theirhonor was on the line too, and even though they started the game downand angry that the coach wouldn't let their friends play, by halftimethey knew they'd have to deal with it or lose. Claire never found out what Chuck told them in the locker room. Sheheard that all four boys apologized for putting the game at risk anddemanded that their replacements be given every opportunity to succeed.And, in the second half, the team bounced back. They were, for the mostpart, a passing team, but they employed the run more than half the timein the second half. Charlie, sure that he'd be killed if he weretackled by the opposing linemen, decided that dancing and twisting hisway OUT of those tackles was the way to go. He had a talent for it too,that he'd never known before. The first time he scored a touchdown, itwas on a thirty-five yard run that caused him to have to leave thefield after it was over. He had almost peed his pants and was so weakhe just ran off the field. He regained a significant measure of aplombwhen he was attacked by elated teammates who pummeled him and shoutedinsanely. Another boy, a second string running back, was smaller than Danny hadprobably ever been, and the holes the line opened for him seemed bigenough to drive a truck through. He carried the ball twelve times andalways got at least eight yards on each carry. On one carry he wasfinally brought down at the one yard line. In the end, they lost, but it was only by two points. Oddly, comparedto what they had thought would happen, the team was upbeat about it.They had discovered that they'd have a decent team the next year, andthat teamwork paid off. It was a valuable lesson. Chuck took a lot of heat from school officials, though, instigatedprimarily by Frank Zeliff's father, who demanded that Chuck bedisciplined for "losing control of the team" and for having"insufficient chaperones to adequately supervise the students." He madehis demand at a school board meeting. No one had mentioned in publicwhy the four boys were benched. All Chuck had said to Mr. Black, theprincipal, was that they broke nonnegotiable rules. So, when put against the wall at the school board meeting, Chuck stoodup and said, "I made rules. It doesn't matter what they were. All thatmatters is that they were broken and the kids knew what would happen ifI found out they were broken. I stand by my decision." A school board member, a friend of Tom Zeliff, who had brought thecomplaint, asked, "Mr. Bondurant, what rule exactly was broken?" Tom Zeliff started waving, trying to get his friend to withdraw thequestion, but the man didn't see him. He thrust his chin forwardbelligerently. Chuck looked at Mr. Zeliff, who tried to wave him off too, but by thenhe was pissed that this whole thing had been blown out of proportion. "The players were caught...being involved sexually...with four of thecheerleaders," he stated flatly. When the pandemonium died down—and that took awhile—the board members wanted to know all the salaciousdetails. Chuck wouldn't tell them. He said that information had beengiven to the parents involved and that, as far as he was concerned, itwas in their hands. If THEY wanted to make the details public, thenTHEY could, but HE wasn't going to. Then he sat down. The board members wouldn't drop it, though. They were under theimpression that, since they were elected officials, they had some kindof right to know about the details of the allegations. When Chuck stillwouldn't tell them, they demanded that, since a decision had to be madeconcerning whether or not the kids would be suspended or expelled fromschool, they had to know the details. Chuck stated that, since they were not actually school officials andcouldn't suspend or expel anyone, it would be a violation of the kids'privacy to tell them what had happened. One board member, Paul Stevenson, stood up. "Mr. Bondurant, who werethe girls involved in this incident?" At this point only Frank Zeliff had been identified to the public atlarge, and then only because his father had decided to try to throw hisweight around. Those who had been at the game knew which players hadbeen benched, and a few officials in the school knew. But Chuck hadtold no one who the girls were. The team knew, and the cheerleaders allknew, of course, but they had closed ranks upon returning to the schooland finding themselves in the limelight. "The girls’ parents have been notified. I don't believe thenames of the girls are pertinent to the issue in this meeting, Mr.Stevenson," said Chuck. "I don't believe you want to keep your job, Mr. Bondurant," saidStevenson. "That's the first thing you've said all night that I agree with," saidChuck. And he got up and walked out. The news flew like wildfire through the community. Coach Bondurant hadcaught kids having sex! Of course everyone in town knew that kids hadsex, so that wasn't odd. But the Coach wouldn't give the names publiclyand that was something the gossip mongers just couldn't resist. Theboys' names were assumed, of course, because people at the game hadseen them sitting on the bench. Rumors flew and everybody was unhappy.Parents grilled their kids, but the kids all decided that the adultswere being nosey and stayed clammed up. Mr. Black explained to Chuck that, by contract, he had to stay the restof the school year and couldn't just walk out. Chuck agreed, but statedthat if he started getting hassled by the school board, or began to get"disciplined" for stupid things, he'd leave and they could sue him ifthey wanted to. Since Mr. Black knew the names of the kids involved,and agreed with Chuck that their situation should be handled by theparents, he agreed. He was also under a lot of pressure, except that noone knew that he actually knew the names. Thankfully, even with all the noses poking into his business, Chuck wasrelieved that no one seemed to have found out that he had stayed in aroom with a female chaperone. That would have blown the lid off thingseven more. Back at home, Bobby, Lori and Claire tried to settle back into what hadbeen routine before the trip. It was impossible. As Claire lay in herbed she couldn't help but wonder what her children were doing. Her bedsuddenly seemed too big...and too empty. Every night she remindedherself to get Lori to the Doctor to get a prescription for the pill.Every morning she lost herself in work and forgot. Lori never reminded her. Claire was bent over her desk working on several files when a shadowfell across her. She looked up irritably. Nancy, her secretary, knewshe didn't want to be interrupted and should have called her first. Chuck was standing at her desk, a half smile on his face. "Hi, I just thought I'd come in and check on my loan," he said. Claire sat back and watched his eyes drop to her chest before comingback up to her face. "Your loan was final a month ago," she said. "We cut you the check andit was cashed. I checked." "My, my, no sense of humor at all today," he said, that maddening grincoming to his face. "You need to eat something...get your blood sugarup. You'd feel better," he said. "All work and no play can make a girlcranky." "This is a fine time to suggest...play," she said, her mood lightening. "Kids still get recess at lunchtime. Why shouldn't we?" he smiled. "So, where do you want to eat lunch?" asked Claire. His eyes were sobrown and deep. "I figured, what with you having two teenagers and all, you're bound tohave a jar of peanut butter and loaf of bread," he said. "My house?" she said meekly. She knew exactly what would happen if shegot him alone at her house. "I don't have any peanut butter at my house," he said. Claire felt herself melting inside. She hadn't done this for years. Theprospect of having him pressing her to the bed again suddenly made herpussy so wet she was afraid she'd leave a spot on her chair. "Come on," she said, rising quickly. She forced herself not to look atthe chair. On her way out she said, "Nancy, I'm going to lunch. I don'tknow when I'll be back." Nancy, who had told Chuck that Ms. Richardson didn't wish to bedisturbed, had been disarmed by his grin and his statement that he'dtake all the blame if she got mad. She looked at her boss with wideeyes. She could see that Claire was...agitated. "Is everything OK?" she asked. Claire waved a hand hurriedly. She was afraid Nancy would smell herarousal. "Fine...it's just lunch." Chuck grinned and mouthed, "Thanks," to the secretary. Nancy, who knew her boss pretty well after three years, sat back in herchair. Could it be that the Ice Queen was beginning to thaw? When they got to the house, Claire led Chuck up to the door and fumbledwith the keys. She got inside and was so agitated she couldn't turnaround and face him. She couldn't believe what he did to her selfcontrol. "Claire?" he said softly. "What?" she responded, looking down at the floor. "Are you OK with this?" he asked, coming up behind her. He placed hishands gently on her hips. "I don't want to push you into anything." "Oh, you're not pushing me anywhere," she sighed leaning back againsthim. "I'm just helpless when I'm around you." His hands slid around to her front and up to cup her breasts. His lipswere at her ear. "Good," he said. "I'm not hungry for peanut buttersandwiches anymore. Where's your bedroom?" Her hands had come up to cover his, pressing them to her breasts, andshe was breathless as she took one hand and pulled him to her bedroom.Once there, she was able to turn and face him. "I needed you so badly," she moaned. "But you haven't called since wegot back." "I wanted you to have some time to think," he said. "I was afraid you thought we were all perverts," she sighed. "I see two kids who love each other," he said, unbuttoning his shirt."I see a boy who loves his mother." He started on his pants. "I see awoman I love and can't do without, whether she loves her sondifferently than society approves of or not." "We haven't done anything," objected Claire. "I don't want to share you with him," said Chuck, baring his stiffprick and making Claire's breath catch in her throat. She was stillcompletely dressed. "But I will if I have to." Claire felt dizzy. She had tried not to think about how Bobby feltabout her, and had forbidden herself to think about how she might reactif she were naked with her own son. When that happened she thought ofChuck and masturbated with her eyes tightly closed. "I need you now," she gasped. "For a woman who needs me so badly, you sure are overdressed," hechided. He came to her and began to unbutton her white silk blouse. Herhands scrabbled and buttons flew. Her bra opened in the front and itflopped apart as she released it. His fingers had unzipped the shortzipper of her gray wool skirt and she pushed it down hurriedly. Todayshe had worn a garter belt instead of panty hose, but her panties wereunder it. She pushed at her panties unsuccessfully and whimpered withfrustration. "Leave them," said Chuck, pushing her to the bed. "I'll take care ofthem." He pushed her down on the bed and she writhed, wanting to feel hisweight on her. His hands went to her thighs and she raised her hips tolet him take her panties off. Instead, he pulled them aside andburrowed his face into her wet pussy. She had never done this before. Denny refused to put his mouth on hersex...had basically refused to do anything other than take hermissionary style. The feeling of Chuck’s tongue in her slotmade her face hot and she was afraid she'd burst a blood vessel. Shelet out an agonized groan as his tongue stabbed into her sex and thenhis lips found and sucked in her clit. "Ohhhh, you're killing meeeeeee," she moaned, her head turning fromside to side. He stopped and her head came up off the bed in panic. "Oh don't stop!Please don't stop," she pleaded. "More later," he said, fisting his cock and crawling up to nestle itinto her slot. "But now let's do this." He pushed, the side of his cock scraping along her panties where theyhad been pushed aside. Always before he'd been an ardent and almostviolent lover. But this time he inched into Claire, staring into hereyes. As he seated himself in her, he said, "I love you, ClaireRichardson." Claire's emotions overcame her and she bawled, her hands on his ass,gripping and pulling fiercely. She sobbed on, but her actions made itclear what she wanted and he began to rod her pussy with long, strongstrokes. They thrashed together, straining and thrusting against eachother, their kisses sloppy. Claire's makeup smeared and ran but, hadshe been able to see it she wouldn't have cared at that point. Sheached to feel her release, and when it came she sobbed again,surrendering to the feeling of being in love again, her pussy claspingand gripping the penis of the man she loved. And, when he groaned andshe felt his cock swell and spurt, the hot liquid she could feelsplashing in her was something she knew she'd crave. At that precisepoint she also decided she wouldn't go see the doctor after all. Shewanted this man's seed to take root in her and to grow into a baby theycould raise. She didn't care if he married her or not...if they livedtogether or not...she just wanted a piece of this man with her forever. When they collapsed, both gasping for breath, he murmured the words inher ear again, wonderingly, as if he were surprised himself at theemotion in is voice. "I love you." It had happened so quickly that, when she looked at her watch, Clairerealized only ten minutes had passed. She told him so. "We have time togo again," she said hopefully. He smiled at her, but then frowned. "I have to talk to you aboutsomething." There was something in his voice that made Claire's inner self take afigurative breath to scream in anguish. It was the unspoken sound of aman saying goodbye to a woman and she wanted to put her hands over herears. "You're leaving," she gasped. He sat up, surprise across his face. "Who told you?" he asked. His confirmation of her fear cut through her like a rusty saber,tearing her heart. She began to cry again, but this time it wasn't fromjoy. Chuck rolled toward her and held her. "No…don'tcry...Claire? I got a job offer," he said. She had known deep inside her that his tenure at Hillsdale High wasnumbered in mere months. The fiasco at the school board meeting hadassured that. But she'd tried to push that out of her mind, hopingagainst hope that things would work out. Chuck cupped her chin. "Claire, it's not like I'm leaving tomorrow. Andit doesn't have to be the end for us." "Why?" she sobbed. "Where is this job offer?" "Southeast State wants me to coach their football team. Head Coach,Claire." Southeast State had just had their first miserable season after severalyears of winning game after game, beating schools that were much biggerthan they were. This whole end of the state was proud of them andalmost everybody had the colors of the Southeast State Tigers on theircar, or flying from their flag pole, or even painted on the curb withtheir address numbers. But their coach of some nineteen years hadannounced he was going to retire at the end of the season. He hadthought it would spur his team to win one last season for him, but,instead, they were demoralized and lost all but two games. But they had the talent to win. What they needed was a coach to put theheart back in them. It was a wonderful opportunity for someone likeChuck and Claire knew it. But Southeast State was in Carrolton. "That's a hundred and fifty miles away," she whined. "A mere three hour drive," he said, cupping one of her breasts. "You'll be surrounded by all those college girls, with their firm roundasses and those impossibly firm tits," she moaned. "You won't even wantto think about an old hag like me." He pinched one nipple—hard—and Claire yelped andsat up, batting his hand away. "What'd you do that for?" she groused, rubbing the offended nipple. "I was trying to bring you back to your senses," he said. "If you haveany left." "But it's so far away," she pointed out. "And you'll be busy coaching.I know how much time you spend with high school boys. I can onlyimagine it will be longer with that team. Especially when they startwinning again." He grinned. "I'm please you have faith in my abilities. Now, just finda way to have faith in my love for you. We'll figure something out. Ican't in good conscience ask you to quit your job and marry me, becausewhile this is a plum, the pay's not all that magnificent. And I assumeBobby and Lori are planning on college, so it wouldn't be fair to themto ask you to do that either. But we'll figure out something. OK?" Claire wanted to believe that he was right, that things would work out.She hugged him fiercely, which led to kisses, which led to groping,which led to Claire climbing on top of him and riding him, holding herhands on his muscular chest, forcing him to let her have two moreorgasms before she said he could cum in her again. Later, when she looked in the mirror in the bathroom, she almostscreamed. Her mascara had run, making her look like a KISS groupie. Herlipstick was smeared, her rouge was brown and pasty looking. Her hairlooked like rats had nested in it for years. She made such sounds thatChuck came into the bathroom to see what was wrong. "What's WRONG?" she shouted. "I look HIDEOUS! That's what's wrong!" "What are you talking about? You're gorgeous," he said. He reachedaround her to cup her breasts again and gave them a squeeze. "You're sogorgeous I want to go again. OK? Hmm? One more time?" His antics got her laughing and his attitude about her appearance, morethan anything else he'd said or done, convinced her that he really didlove her. If he could act that way when she looked like a Titanicsurvivor...he really loved her. Because of the time it took her to repair her makeup and hair, Clairedidn't walk back into her office until an hour and a half after she'dleft. Since Claire usually didn't take lunch at all, unless it was witha client, Nancy paid particularly close attention to how she looked.There were little telltale signs. There were a few wrinkles in theblouse, because it had lain on the floor instead of having been hungup. Her hair had been changed slightly, as if it had required anextensive brushing. She was wearing a different color of lipstick thanshe had been when she’d left. But most obvious of all was herrelaxed posture, the confident way she walked, and the smile on herface. Claire Richardson had the look of a well-fucked woman. Nancy was thrilled. While Claire was gone she'd made a friendly betwith Shirley, over in accounting, and stood to make some made money ifshe could find a way to get Claire to admit she'd been laid over lunch.It was the look in that hunky man's eyes when he’d led Claireaway that had convinced Nancy to find Shirley and make the bet. Nancy followed Claire into her office and waited until she'd sat down. "Yes, Nancy?" said Claire, as if she'd never left her desk at all. "Do you want me to arrange to send him some flowers?" asked Nancy. Claire's head jerked. "Women don't send men flowers!" she said. Thenshe thought about how she hadn't been in the dating field for years andyears, and things might have changed. "Do they?" she added. Nancy smiled. "They do if they had more than one orgasm." She wastaking a chance. She knew Claire well, and they were as friendly as aboss and employee could be, but it was still a chance. Claire blushed. But she was an adult, and she wasn't ashamed in any wayof how she felt about Chuck. "Better make it two dozen then," said Claire. She grinned at hersecretary. She wrote Chuck's name on a piece of stationery and handedit to Nancy. "Have them charge it to my personal account. The bank'snot paying for this one." Nancy was smiling from ear to ear when she left. She suddenly stoppedand turned back around. "I almost forgot. Mr. Phinneas wanted to seeyou when you got back. It didn't sound like he was mad about anything." Claire almost groaned. Clyde Phinneas was the president of the bank.While he had never said or done anything improper, his eyes raked upand down her figure every time he saw her. She was always on her guardaround Clyde. But he was the boss, so she got up and strode toward hisoffice on the other side of the building. "Yes sir?" she said as she walked into his office. He looked up from the papers on his desk and, true to form, his eyeswent from her face to her chest, and then down, before slowly drawingback up to her face. "Sit down, Claire," he said. She sat in the chair farthest from his desk and waited. Clyde was hardto read, but he didn't look too happy. "This...difficulty with coach Bondurant... It's very unpleasant," saidPhinneas. Claire's stomach did a flip flop as she realized Phinneas didn't lookhappy at all.Chapter EightClaire had been ready to talk about a lot of issues she was associated with at the bank. It had never occurred to her that the subject of Chuck might come up."Yes," she said shortly."I believe you're dating Coach Bondurant. Is that correct?" he asked.Claire felt heat beginning to build in her chest. "Yes sir, though I can't imagine why that would be any of your concern," she said. She immediately wished the heat in her chest hadn't been so obvious in her voice."You're aware that Paul Stevenson is a member of the board of directors for this bank," said Phinneas flatly. "He's concerned that there may be some public perception that your...association with the coach...may reflect poorly on the bank." He sat back and watched to see what Claire would do."That's ridiculous," said Claire. "And you know it."Phinneas smiled a tight little smile. "Mister Stevenson has suggested that, if you should see fit to identify the children whose behavior ruined the chances for our school to have a state championship, he would be assured of your loyalty, and would have no guilty feelings about recommending that we retain you in your current...sensitive position."Claire wanted to rage at the man. But she took a breath. "Mister Phinneas, I have been with this bank for ten years. No one has ever had any complaints about my performance. You, yourself, have given me the highest marks during annual evaluations. Mister Stevenson is just mad because he couldn't bully Chuck into divulging the names of those kids. And now he's trying to bully you too, Mister Phinneas. Well, he won't bully me. You have my promise on that.""And, if it comes to loggerheads—I'm not saying it will, you understand—but if it does, what would you choose to do?" he asked.Claire was a little confused. It was almost like the man was giving her a choice. It might only be the choice of being fired or being allowed to resign, but why would he care?"As I said, sir, I know my job and I do it well. My percentage of loans in default is two percent, Mister Phinneas. You know that. Any bank in the state would be happy to have me." She started to stand up. She was prepared to walk out and never look back. That was a result of her anger, though, and not rational thought."Claire, please...sit down," said Phinneas.Claire would never be able to tell anyone just why she decided to stay. She wanted to wag her ass at the man on her way out, sort of a "wave goodbye to this, you prick, because you'll never get your hands on it for SURE!" kind of body language. But, she sank back down in the chair and waited.Phinneas sat up straight, businesslike, and shuffled some papers on his desk. "You are entirely correct, of course. You are one of the best loan officers I've seen in my life. You're wasted here in this one-horse town. You need to be at our corporate headquarters. I believe you are aware of where headquarters is?"Claire knew exactly where headquarters was. It was in Carrolton...a hundred and fifty miles away.Phinneas went on. "I've had a phone call from Rod Brown. As you know he oversees all the loan officers for headquarters. He tells me he could use a right hand man…or woman…to take charge of training loan officers across the state how to achieve loan default rates below ten percent. Are you interested?"Claire stared at the man, who suddenly had what looked suspiciously like a twinkle in his eye."You'd have to move your family to Carrolton, of course, but the move would be covered by your benefits. And your salary will be roughly doubled. Aren't your children about ready to start college? I hadn't thought of that. That would be convenient, wouldn't it? And I believe they have a good sports program at the college there...for your son...of course."He was smiling now.Claire felt weak. She sat up anyway, though, and nailed Phinneas with her stare. "You know about the job offer, don't you?" she said.He grinned. "Of course, my dear, I just gave it to you."Claire shook her head. "The OTHER job offer. You knew about that before I came in here!""Rod is an old buddy of mine," confided Clyde. "And a football fanatic. When he heard rumors that Southeast State had offered the coaching job to some young buck from our town he called me to get the skinny on what kind of coach he was. We just got to talking and...well, you know the rest."Claire was as astounded as if she'd seen a flying saucer. Up to this point in time, Clyde Phinneas was the coldest man she'd ever met. He rarely smiled, never chitchatted and didn't appear to have a heart at all, much less a heart of gold."What about Mister Stevenson?" she asked."He's an asshole," said Clyde, as if he talked that way every day. "All he's going to see is your house being packed up and you leaving town. I'll tell him that's what putting pressure on people results in. He'll owe me big time. By the way, I want you to choose your replacement, and I want you to train him or her first when you get to the big time. That's part of the deal, OK?"Claire stood up. She felt shaky. She walked around his desk and pulled him to his feet by his hands."I need a hug, Mister Phinneas," she said. His eyes looked shocked. She pressed her lush body against his and whispered in his ear. "Mister Phinneas...once...just this once...I'd like you to squeeze my buttocks."She felt his hands slide very tentatively to her round bottom, whereupon they gave a convulsive, tiny, little squeeze. She pushed him away and smiled. "Thank you sir...for everything. I misjudged you, and I'm sorry. I'll try not to make that mistake again."He looked back with slightly glazed eyes. "Could I have one more little squeeze?" he whispered."No," she said sternly. But, before she left, she stepped closer and pecked him solidly on his lips.As she left he called out, "I'll have the movers get in touch with you."It was a testament to her feelings as a mother that she talked with her children first. There was the initial resistance to moving from the only place they'd ever called home. She'd expected that, and she let them vent. Then she mentioned that, since they wanted to stay to finish the school year, and since who knew how long it would take to sell the house, perhaps they could be trusted to live there with a little minimal supervision, such as occasional visits from Chuck, while she went on ahead and found a place in Carrolton for them all to live in."Of course, with you two about ready to go off to college and leave me all alone I might look for something with only two bedrooms. I know that means you'd have to share a room until Bobby moves out. And then, when you go to college, Lori, I could turn it into a home office or something." She watched as what that meant sank into their teenaged brains."We'd have to...share?" asked Lori, looking sideways at her brother."Yes, I know how that must disappoint you," said Claire. "And what with beds being so expensive and all, I might just buy one big one, instead of two little ones. And it would only be until you both go off to college. I know you could just live there and go to Southeast State, but I'm sure you wouldn't want to live together in that little room all through college or anything. But remember, I can always turn the job down. If staying here another year means that much to you..."Claire almost laughed as Lori squeaked, "NO! Mom...really...this is important for you! I mean this is a big promotion, isn't it?""Twice the money," said Claire."You've sacrificed so much for us over the years," noted Lori. "It's only right that we sacrifice a little for you. Don't you agree, Bobby?"Bobby just grinned and hugged his sister, kissing her soundly. Then he let her go and hugged his mother tightly."Thanks mom," he whispered into her neck. She shivered as she felt his hard body pressed hard against hers. On impulse, she kissed him on the lips...not too long...but warmly."You're welcome, sweetheart," she said when she pulled back."Hey!" barked Lori. "Hands off! You have your own man." She giggled. "Unless you want to share. I might be convinced to share some." She laughed gaily and pulled Bobby away from his mother. "Come on," she yipped. "Let's go plan."As they disappeared toward the bedrooms, Claire wondered how much planning they'd do and how much...other they'd do. She decided to go find Chuck and talk to him next."THAT meeting went well!" Claire sighed to herself as she lay, sweaty and sperm soaked in Chuck's bed.He had worked himself up to a fever pitch at the idea that they would be together. He'd proposed to her with his prick jammed almost into her womb and she'd accepted as his semen rushed into her unprotected belly. She told him about the conversation with the kids, laughing and squirming as he suckled at her engorged nipples and then, when she told him that Lori had suggested sharing men, he rolled back on top of her and deposited another load of baby batter in her welcoming uterus.As they lay there resting after that second wild ride, he turned his head to her. "You can't let me supervise them while you're gone. If Lori comes on to me I might not be able to resist."Claire lay there staring at the ceiling. So much had changed in her life. The changes made it seem like she'd been asleep, dreaming a drab and boring existence, and had finally wakened to a world full of color and passion and love. She never wanted to dream again. Her own real life was so much better.Part of those massive changes had to do with her children. She hadn't know who they really were until that fateful weekend at the football tournament. And she'd resisted letting them BE who they were, because it was strange and different. She thought about Clyde Phinneas, and how wrong she'd been about him. Somewhere along the way she'd decided, somehow, that what her children shared was something precious and, while it couldn't be honored publicly, because the public just wouldn't understand, she could honor it herself.That sharing was based on lust, as much as it was love, in Claire's opinion, and they might grow apart as the years went by and find more conventional partners. That would probably be better in the long run, but she couldn't deny them the love they now shared.And, she felt completely unafraid of losing her lover and future husband to her daughter. She felt more secure with Chuck than she ever had with Denny, and she'd known him for far less time. If anything happened between them it would be lust alone, more than likely.That led her to the obvious progression of thought that, if Chuck were to climb on top of Lori as they sated that lust, she and Bobby would probably end up naked and sweaty together in bed too.She looked at that thought from several different places in her mind, trying to find one that screamed against it. There had been a scream in her mind at one time...but now she couldn't seem to find it. If she coupled with her son it would be simple lust too, even though they loved each other. But she was surprised to find that her mind didn't recoil anymore at the prospect of feeling her son climb between her thighs."Claire?" prompted Chuck. She had been silent a long time.She turned her head. "Think about you...with Lori...and me... with Bobby." She let that sink in. "How does that make you feel?"To his credit he did think about it for a moment. "I don't know," he finally said."Does anything in your mind scream that it shouldn't be?" she asked."No...there are some doubts, but nothing screaming. Does that make me a pervert?" he asked."I don't think so," she said. "I think that makes you human. Society created all these rules about this kind of thing, but before the rules we were just...human." Her hand strayed to his arm and she stroked it. "Nothing screams at me either," she said."Wow," said Chuck."Yeah...wow," repeated Claire."Why don't we just play that by ear," suggested Chuck."I don't think it's her ear you want to play with," said Claire, slapping his arm lightly.He rolled over. "I love YOU," he said. "And it's YOU I want to be with." He kissed her and she knew he meant it."I believe you," she said simply. "One more time?""You wrung me out good and proper, lady," he said, smiling wanly. "I think I'm done.""We'll just see about that," said Claire. She sat up and dove down onto his flaccid penis, sucking it into her mouth and humming.It took a while, but she got her third pussyful before she stopped.If Claire had thought the kids would be surprised and amazed that Chuck had asked her to marry him, or that she had agreed, she was sadly mistaken. They were elated.They met together as a family, including Chuck in the plans, giving his opinions full weight. Not that there were any arguments about what should be done, really. Lori flirted with Chuck outrageously, and got called on it time and again, by Bobby or her mother.Chuck never said a word. But he didn't flirt back. It was like her teasing comments bounced off a solid brick wall.Claire, on the other hand, was much closer to Bobby than she had been in the past. She'd left off hugging him and kissing his cheek when he entered puberty, thinking that he wouldn't want that kind of attention from his mother now that he was "a man."But she found touching him made her heart melt, so she did that a lot these days. They weren't sexual touches. Gripping his forearm while talking to him, or rubbing his shoulders while he sat and studied, leaning against him, shoulder to shoulder as they did dishes together...little touches. And she gave both him and Lori pecks on the lips as they left the house or returned. There were fewer arguments, even though Claire's rules as a mother didn't change, with the exception that Claire didn't pay much attention to whether Lori and Bobby slept in their own rooms.She did, however, get Lori a prescription for the pill. Lori hadn't had a period since Claire had found out she and Bobby were having unprotected sex, but wasn't due for another week, so they wouldn't know for sure until then. It might be much too late to close that particular barn door. On the other hand, if it wasn't already too late, there was no sense taking further chances.==========Lori's teasing came to a head the night before Claire was due to drive off to Carrolton to begin her new job. She'd only be gone a week this first time, since the Holidays were close upon them, and she'd have time to come back home, or look for a new one, whichever she needed to do.Dinner was finished, and a movie had been rented. Chuck was sitting on the couch while Bobby put the tape in the player. Claire and Lori were finishing up the dishes; Lori washing and Claire drying. It was for that reason that Lori got finished first, dried her hands and went directly to sit on her future stepfather's lap. She giggled as she plopped down."I don't remember sitting on my daddy's lap. This is kind of nice," she giggled, squirming.Chuck had had all he could take. He lifted his right hand and cupped her braless breast through her T-shirt, squeezing her nipple."I bet you don't remember him doing that either," he said seriously.Claire walked in to see Lori's shocked surprise at being groped. Leaving them alone to work it out she went up behind Bobby and slipped her hands around his waist to rest on his hard stomach. He was too tall to put her chin on his shoulder, so she leaned around his arm, dragging her breasts across his back."What are we watching?" she asked."The Summer of '41," he said, leaning into her. "Or my sister trying to seduce your fianc? he added.They both turned to see Chuck, still fondling Lori's breasts, only this time with his hand under her shirt, while she kissed him."Should they be doing that?" asked Bobby, a tinge of jealousy in his voice."Should we be doing this?" asked Claire, and she lifted her lips to her son's.Bobby's response was almost animal. He kissed her back hungrily, his tongue flashing out of his mouth and his hands dropping to the same buttocks that she had let Clyde Phinneas squeeze only a few weeks ago. He pulled her against his obviously hard penis.Then he broke away and leaned back as far as he could with his mother holding him tightly."Don't start something you can't finish, Mom," he warned.There was a squeal from Lori as Chuck pulled her down and rolled on top of her on the couch. Her T-shirt had somehow gotten in a pile on the floor. She let him settle between her legs. Even though she was wearing jeans and he was fully clothed, they looked completely sexual about what they were doing. Chuck's mouth sought out the cheerleader's nipples as she squealed some more."They're using the couch. That only leaves the bed for us," said Claire, her voice deep with feeling.Bobby picked her up, carrying her like she was a little girl. She leaned against his chest as he took her and laid her gently on the bed in her room. She didn't know if that was a claim by him that he was taking her in her own bed, or if something deep inside him didn't want to use the bed he fucked his sister on. And she didn't much care at the moment. She felt release, and shame, and excitement and fear all at once as her son began disrobing. When his penis was exposed, long and straight, it was like she'd never seen it before.He stood, frozen, as Claire slowly unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her lacy bra."Are these what you dreamed of?" she asked. Her fingers went to the front catch and she undid it, but only let the bra come apart a few inches."You do it," she whispered.His hands came out and, so gently that she could only tell by the cool air on her nipples, he lifted the cloth and moved it aside."You're so beautiful," he whispered."You used to nurse from them," said Claire, feeling a stab in her loins as she anticipated feeling him suck again.He leaned down and licked one nipple with just the tip of his tongue and then dropped his face into her full breast and sucked, making little noises, much like he had when he was a baby.Claire pushed her pants down while he sucked, alternating from one breast to the other, but she could only get them just past her buttocks without dislodging him."My pants," she gasped, her pussy now wet.He left off her breasts reluctantly, licking and then sucking again and finally licking a nipple again before standing up. Her pubes were exposed and the way he looked at them made her want to cover herself. Instead she raised one leg so he could pull that pant leg off. He pulled both at once and she lay quietly, legs together, arms at her side."Let me see," he said."I can't," she moaned. "I want to, but I can't."His hands moved to her knees and under HIS pressure, she let her knees begin to move apart. Her knees came up off the bed naturally, bringing her heels closer to her buttocks as she made the saddle he'd mount her in."Beautiful," he whispered.Then, almost too fast for her to react, he climbed on the bed and between her thighs, lying down on her soft body and kissing her mouth. Again his tongue dueled with hers as he ground his groin against hers. He seemed intent on kissing her forever, but now that she'd decided to do this, she wanted to feel him in her. She reached between them, making a fist to cause him enough discomfort that he'd raise up and, when he did she found his cock and directed it to her sopping pussy. Still kissing her he rammed forward instantly and then stopped, buried deep as he moaned into her mouth.She squeezed him with muscles she'd brought back into peak shape by using them on Chuck and he surged against her, mashing her clit.He broke the kiss and moaned."Mom, I can't control it. Oh Mommmmmmmm," he sighed as she felt his prick buck and squirt. He was not as big around as Chuck, though he was longer, so much so that she felt his prick digging into her cervix as it propelled his seed into her again and again."It's OK, baby," she said soothingly. "Mommy wants your cum." She couldn't say why she used little-boy talk with him. He certainly didn't feel like a little boy, and the fluid he was filling her belly with was little-boyish only in so far as it might MAKE a little boy in her womb. "Mommy loves your hot cum in her belly," she moaned.Bobby grunted and his surges became short strokes, which became longer strokes as he realized he was still hard. Now he was finally doing what he'd dreamed of since his balls began making the stuff he had just soaked his mother's pussy with. His own needs satisfied for the moment, he began to pay attention to the movements and sounds his mother was making. They were different than what Lori did, but similar, too, and he was able to read that slightly different language.He found that his mother liked a steep angle of attack, and that she liked it when he shoved into her so hard that it made her breasts jiggle. He thought her nose had started running or something, based on the sniffs she suddenly developed, her head coming up off the bed and then bouncing back down. Then he realized she was having an orgasm, but was trying hard to have it quietly, breathing through her nose and keeping her lips tightly closed.There was a distant wail, from the direction of the living room, where it was obvious that a teenage girl was also having an orgasm."Let it loose, Mom," he whispered, leaning down to lick a nipple.Claire's eyes popped open and her mouth followed. The sound she made was reminiscent of a singer who is trying to hold a note as long as possible at the end of a song, though the pitch changed, starting low and building higher and higher until it was a high pitched whine of pleasure. Her pussy might have been playing that voice, based on the ripples that seemed to be like the fingers of a Flamenco guitarist on the smoking frets of a guitar.As Bobby pounded her harder, that long whine changed to quick inhales, followed by explosive exhales that powered her vocal chords in ways that sounded vaguely alien. Her head flailed, her hair flying every which way. Her hands alternated between gripping the bedspread with white knuckles, to grasping his waist and pulling him harder into her.Bobby, was used to a teenage girl who knew what an orgasm was, and enjoyed hers immensely, but had no frame of reference to enhance that orgasm emotionally. His mother, entering into this taboo relationship, brought all her passion to their mating and expended it like a machine gunner who knew he had endless ammo.Bobby was shocked at the raw sexuality his mother displayed as she enjoyed his prick.It was still too soon for him to cum again, and he was having a wonderful time poking and prodding his mother, so he just kept on.====Back in the living room, Chuck's kisses and groping had led to him lying Lori down on the couch, still dressed in her pants. He attacked her sensitive teenaged breasts, with their sensitive teenaged nipples, using experience that Bobby just hadn't had time to gain. Chuck knew just how hard to bite them, and just how hard to suck on them. He knew just how hard to squeeze them, and just how much he could pull them away from her chest, without making the pain she felt uncomfortable. And he knew how to rub her, even through her jeans, in ways that drove her crazy.When she was writhing under his attention, arching her back and thrusting her hips, he stood up and, in seconds, made himself naked. His thick pole jutted at her, like the barrel of a shotgun."Is this what you want, little girl?" he asked menacingly. "You want me to stuff you like I stuff your mother?"Lori was beside herself. She'd seen that penis at work in her mother, but she'd been six or seven feet away. Up close it looked like a baseball bat to her. So there was fear that he'd split her open. But, in another sense, she'd...seen that penis at work in her mother...who had been enjoying it to a HIGH degree. So there was eager anticipation to feel a strange prick in her pussy.All that translated to, "Oh please...please...oh please."Chuck leaned over and unsnapped her jeans, pulling them apart so forcefully that the zipper sang as it jerked apart. She barely had time to lift her hips before he was pulling them down, her panties with them. Unlike her mother, something in her wanted to display herself to this man and, as soon as she could, she flung one leg up on the back of the couch and put the other foot on the floor, spreading herself wide, opening her defenseless pussy to be plundered.Chuck plundered it first with his tongue.Lori wasn't prepared for that. She and Bobby had talked about having oral sex, but fear that it might not be all it was cracked up to be had kept them from trying something that might turn out to be something they wished they'd never done. So, while Lori had thought about what it might feel like, she had no frame of reference to deal with the feelings of having her pussy lips, along with her clit, sucked into his mouth and...chewed on...for lack of a better description.Her hips jerked convulsively and she whined in almost-fright just as he burrowed between her pussy lips to find her clit and sucked just that in. He knew exactly how hard to nip and suck at that, too, and Lori felt herself washed away by a tidal wave of feeling as she had an "emergency orgasm." She bucked and grunted and thrust to the point that it was obvious she was in the throes of passion.Which is when Chuck decided that might be the time to stretch her pussy a little. Like a snake he struck while she was still on cloud nine. He fisted his cock and nosed it between her sloppy pussy lips and, with tightly controlled pressure, began to shove it into her buttery depths.Lori's orgasm turned into something that was half pain from being stretched almost cruelly, and half electrical shock from having the penis stretching her scrape along her clitty like it was trying to rub it off her body. She might have screamed, partly from the pain and partly just to release tension, except that she had no air to scream with. And, by the time she could get some air into her young lungs, Chuck had pulled his sword of love out of her and begun to run her through again. And, by the time she decided what kinds of noises to make with that air she now had in her lungs, he had already set up a rhythm and was fucking her with strokes that pulled out slowly and then slammed into her forcefully enough that her firm teen breasts jumped down and then up once.The sound her mind had planned to make suddenly changed to, "Ohhhh fuck," as it gushed out between her suddenly dry lips."Is this what you wanted?" he whispered in her ear, his body hovering over her so that the only contact they had was his prick in her pussy."Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck," was all she could reply.Suddenly Chuck poked in and held it, rotating his hips in small circles like he was trying to squeeze her clit flat, or maybe unscrew it from her body or something."Cum for me, Lori," he grunted. "Make my prick all wet."Lori had lost her breath again at the savage clitoral stimulation, so when she did cum for him, and around him, she couldn't tell him she was doing it. That didn't matter, because her pussy told him for her as it flexed, loosened and then tightened down to grip him like a Rottweiler grips an intruder."Yeaaahhhhh, that's it baby," he cooed. "Cum all over my cock. You want a little present from my cock, Lori? You want to feel me squirting in there?"Lori nodded frantically and finally got a breath. She used that one in a voiceless wail that was heard upstairs by her mother and brother and her hips finally woke up enough to begin thrusting up at the man. Her efforts almost dislodged him and he expertly dropped his weight on her, pinning her to the couch with his cock, his chest pressing her breasts almost flat. Then he gave jackrabbit thrusts that brought him over the edge and delivered his sperm into her pussy in staccato jets that made her cervical lips a spunky mess as they dipped and opened with her orgasm, sucking his offering into her young womb. His cum rushed through them and into her center where, if she'd been on her new birth control pill prescription long enough, there would be no egg waiting.=====Up in the bedroom Claire had just finished her fourth orgasm since spreading her legs for her son. He was still happily lunging into her, a smile on his face, his young arms still strong enough to hold him up so his mother could get the air in her lungs to stay conscious for another orgasm.Finally she pushed at his chest."Can you cum again, baby?" she asked breathlessly."I don't think so," he replied calmly. "It feels really good, but I don't have that...feeling.""Then you'd better stop or I'm not going to be able to get out of bed," she said somewhat sadly.He started to pull out and her hands slapped on his ass, stopping him."I loved this, sweetheart, but you know we can't do this a lot...don't you?"He eased back in and kissed her chin. "I know," he said. "I feel lucky for just this one time.""It's not that I don't love this," she said, squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles once more. "I'm not on any birth control and I think Chuck and I are going to try to get me pregnant right away when we get married. So we don't want YOU making a little brother or sister in me...right?"Bobby's eyes went unfocused and he thrust into his mother again."I came in you tonight," he said unnecessarily."I know, baby. I wanted you to. Just this once," she cooed back at him."You want to know something funny?" he asked, his thrusting getting harder."What darling?" asked his mother."I think I could cum again now." He looked down at her, his eyes bright."OK baby," she sighed, pulling him down for a kiss.During that kiss he sent reinforcements to his first load of sperm troopers, who were actively seeking the egg they'd been sent to find and fertilize. If they had failed, his backup swimmers were determined not to.===========================Back in the living room Chuck had rolled off the couch, pulling Lori with him so that she was draped across him like a blanket of flesh, her arms and legs hanging limply, her ear turned to his chest. She could hear his heartbeat as it thundered under her ear."I'll never tease you again," she sighed. "I can't take it when I tease you.""You did just fine, princess," said her soon-to-be stepfather. "But I don't think you should tease me either. It's not ladylike. And I think it bothers Bobby.""I love Bobby," she said."I know you do. And loving him means disciplining yourself.""He's upstairs fucking Mommy," she argued."And how do you feel about that?" he asked."His sperm is for me," she said firmly."There you go. I imagine the thought of my sperm soaking your sweet little pussy isn't too happy a thing for him to contemplate either.""But I liked doing this with you," she whined."We can do it once in a while, when they're horny for each other, like tonight. But the rest of the time we should behave ourselves. Deal?""Deal," she sighed.============================EpilogueRod's secretary had already hired a realtor to assist Claire in house hunting, and a suitable house was found within three days. With the raise Chuck would be getting, and the substantial raise Claire already had, the new house, while much more upscale than what she was used to, was easily affordable. It had four bedrooms and three baths, with a formal dining room and huge kitchen.Chuck, being much younger than the former coach, was able to relate with his new players on a level that perked them up. He let them learn from their mistakes and they soon found that his tactics led to scoring, which they liked a lot. He was tougher than the previous coach about accepting gifts, and made it almost impossible to slide through a class, but that only made the majority of players who never would have gotten gifts and who studied their asses off anyway because they knew there would be no NFL contract for them...happier. Now the playing field had been leveled. And, Coach Bondurant had this habit of putting second string players in unexpectedly, and running odd plays, which gave the opposing defense absolute fits. The word spread and people began to want to play for him.The coach's new bride was already two months pregnant as she walked down the aisle to put her ring on his finger. He was as proud as he could be and she was smiling so widely that her face hurt. That baby, when he was born, looked suspiciously like her son's baby pictures. But then he looked an awful lot like Chuck's baby pictures, too.Lori's new pills worked better than she deserved them to. She and Bobby set up housekeeping in one of the four bedrooms and she stayed on her pills long enough to get through her junior year in college. She stopped taking them as her graduation present to her brother.When he found out, he was insatiable, so much so that, as he used his engineering degree to get a job with a defense contractor, Lori basically just stopped having periods for a few years. When both extra bedrooms were filled to capacity with babies, they finally started looking for their own place.The same realtor found them a house only three doors down from Claire's.Now there's a crowd of four, five and six year olds running between the houses, cousins who play with each other all the time. Uncle Chuck comes to visit Lori once in a while, and Uncle Bobby comes around every so often to fix something, usually in Claire's bedroom.They're a happy family, all in all, the blues they once experienced are now far away in the past. That's a good place for the blues.The End

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