More frantically they flew together. With every thrust his balls spanked her ass. She rocked beneath him, almost as if fighting him off. He growled and grabbed her, yanking her firmly into contact with his hips. Her cum-cry matched her internal spasm. The wet jerking sparked his own seismology…not for the final time that night. They made love so many times, he lost count.
All of this swept through his mind, and more, as he held her now. Richard loved peeling off Louisa’s clothing. There was something heady about unbuttoning her silk blouse. Swirling around in his breastbone was a mix of passion, affection, power, and doing something forbidden. That, and the constant surprise of what she might have on underneath. It made him nuts that she shopped for lingerie especially for his benefit.
Today’s confection was white, but definitely not the typical workaday Kevlar. Tiny seed pearls dotted the centers of lacy flowers. Sheer panels around the ribcage were punctuated with stern boning. The corset laced up the back. Fleetingly he wondered how the hell she had gotten it on. Then he spied the all-but-invisible zipper up the side.
But undoing the laces was much more fun. He untied the bow at the small of her back and loosened the cords, bit by bit, while he kissed her and teased her with his mouth. Her own soft hands worked at his clothing. She made him pause just long enough to lift off his t-shirt, and then her fingers were hungry indeed, finding every muscled inch of his torso.
She broke away from his kiss and fastened her mouth on his nipple. The sucking caused his hands to stumble in their heavenly work. Before Louisa, Richard hadn’t been aware of how pleasant this could be. Now he closed his eyes and gasped.
“That’s it!” he declared. Far faster than she could do it, he whipped off his pants and pinned her to the bed. Laughing, she squirmed beneath him. “Gotcha!”
“Minx. Vile temptress.” He lost patience with the pretty undergarment and pulled it away, casting it over his shoulder.
Louisa quit laughing when Richard took her nipple in his mouth. Her noises quickly segued to moans of pleasure. He licked and sucked at the tender pink flesh, feeling the point go from soft and delicate to hard and erect in his mouth.
“God don’t stop!” she demanded.
He mumbled something that was probably, “I’m not going to stop.”
“Please!”
The phone rang. They ignored it. Richard buried his face in Louisa’s boobs. She lifted her knees around his waist, feeling the teasing of his hardness knocking around between her legs. The intensity of his ministrations increased and she clawed his back, urging him on.
The minor pain from her fingernails spurred his arousal. His eyes blazed as he entered her. With a shuddering breath he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them both over.
“Ah!” Louisa wriggled like a speared fish. He was deep inside her now. She reared back to find he had lifted his knees, making of himself a human chair.
Richard quit moving for a moment. He wanted to memorize the sight of her impaled on his manhood. Her legs were apart, shins pressed to the linens. Her breasts rode high and proud. And she was smiling at him, looking at him the way every man wanted to be looked at, eyes sparkling with joy and sexual energy.
Sweet desire rushed through his veins. He reached out to tickle her pubic hair. The result was very satisfying.
The land line had quit ringing. Her cell phone started in. Louisa’s expression changed to one of distraction. “I better answer it.” She slid off. Richard sighed and remained where he was.
A few minutes later she came back. His flushed and excited lover had been replaced by someone who looked to be a victim of shock. Richard bolted upright. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s not wrong, exactly, it’s — ” she faltered. She had the oddest look on her face, something like a cross between worry, happiness, and confusion.
“What?” he asked, and simultaneously, she resumed: “Jerrod’s coming home.”
* * *
They had never discussed what they were going to say to Jerrod. Her son, his best friend, had no idea that Louisa and Richard had become lovers. It wasn’t exactly the stuff of casual mention over the phone.
Jerrod had now completed basic training. He was due to be shipped out soon and would first be coming home for a visit. Richard and Louisa talked several times about how to handle what could turn out to be a very awkward situation.
“I’ve raised him to be honest.” Louisa twisted her hands.
“But what do you think this particular honesty will do to him? Right before he goes overseas to stew about it for six months or more?”
She grimaced. “It’s because what we’re doing is wrong. We both know it.”
“No, Louisa!” This hurt him, though he didn’t say so. “We’re consenting adults. We care about each other and we happen to have a great sex life. There is nothing wrong with that.”
“Then why should we lie about it?”
“Because — because I keep trying to picture how I would feel if the shoe was on the other foot…”
Louisa held out one hand, palm up, as if to say, “See?”
“I just keep coming back to it. It’s pretty intense, it’s a lot to deal with, and he won’t be around long enough for us to really work our way through it.”
Louisa sighed. A frown of worry creased her pretty face.
“Okay, how about this. We don’t tell him this weekend, but we do tell him next time he comes home. That will give things time to evolve.”
“All right,” she agreed. And she too kept a twinge of hurt to herself: by the time her son finished his tour of duty, her lover might have moved on. And then there would be nothing left to tell.
Simply because it was his day off, it fell to Richard to pick up Jerrod at the airport. Despite the uncomfortable situation, he cheered when he saw his old friend.
“Hey, bro!”
They slapped each other on the back.
“Good to see you, man.”
“So, Mom says you’re crashing at the old homestead.”
“Yeah, it was really cool of her.” Richard said this as he reached for Jerrod’s duffle, not looking at his friend’s face.
Quickly he turned the conversation to the job he’d gotten, and how it was enabling him to make headway on his student loan. He was gaining new skills and starting to get on his feet. Then he spent the drive home quizzing Jerrod about basic training, who was only too happy to extol the rigor of the exercise, and swear praisefully about the men who had shaped him into a soldier.
Richard commented with honest admiration, “That’s really cool, man.”
As soon as they got home, Richard excused himself to the garage, saying there was a project he had to finish before work the next day. Louisa was just getting home from work. Out of habit he took a step toward her, remembering in a split-second he wasn’t supposed to kiss her. Just as he turned away, he caught the look of suspicion on Jerrod’s face.
They got through dinner without too much trouble. Louisa wanted to hear about basic training, too, so a good part of the time was passed with Jerrod telling tall tales. Mother and son had always shared a sense of humour.
“So,” she said, wide-eyed, “they made you scale Mount Everest with nothing but three Hershey bars and a pick-axe?”
“That’s exactly right,” Jerrod grinned. “And I had to buy my own axe!”
Richard guffawed into his Coke. It was almost like old times again — the three of them laughing around the dinner table. But throughout the evening, a sense of awkwardness wandered in here and there. The truth choked at Richard’s throat.
Finally he cleared his plate. “I’ll take out the trash,” he offered.
“Let me give you a hand.” Jerrod stood up.
Oh, no, here it comes. Richard straightened his back and focused his attention on the task at hand. Open the cupboard door under the sink. Pull out the wastebasket. Lift out the garbage bag. Tie it shut. Put in a fresh bag.
Jerrod picked up the garbage and strode out the back door. Richard followed his friend’s retreating back, pausing only to throw a glance over his shoulder at Louisa. He mouthed, What now?
Her silent reply was to blow him a kiss.
Jerrod got right to the point. “What’s going on between you and my mom?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Don’t you lie to me. Are you shacking up with her?”
“Hold on. Just hold on, dammit—”
Jerrod’s face was six inches from Richard’s. The soldier poked his finger into his friend’s chest. “You are not the man of this house. Don’t even think about it!”
A stab of rage pierced Richard’s forehead. He knew damn good and well how solidly he had been contributing to the household. “Well, you sure as hell aren’t! Where are you! Going halfway around the globe to get shot at! That’s a big help!”
“Motherfucker!” roared Jerrod. He grabbed Richard’s shirt and the two men went down, scuffling and throwing punches. Blue language filled the air.
The screen door banged but neither looked up. “Stop it!” yelled Louisa. They paid no heed.
The sound of her retreating footsteps made no difference, either. A moment later they were both drenched by a sudden wave of water. They looked up to see her holding an empty bucket.
“I said STOP!” Louisa burst into tears. “I love you both, do you think you could not fight like dogs?!”
Immediately Richard was filled with shame. “I’m sorry,” he began. He looked over at Jerrod, ready to make amends.
But Jerrod was on his feet and stomping around the side of the house. “You two enjoy your love nest!” he spat. “I’m gone.”
* * *
The lovers lay in the dark, staring up at the ceiling. It was after eleven. Jerrod had not come home.
“I’m sorry.” Richard apologized for at least the fifth time.
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