She paused briefly to gaze at the stately columns, large windows and impressive double front doors. The house was well kept and freshly painted. The grounds were neatly manicured, the front lawn a rich deep green. Flowering trees and plants lined both walk and driveway.

Quite a contrast, she thought, to many of the old southern homes which had fallen into decay and ruin. But then finding a house like this so close to the bayou was unusual in itself.

She smiled and rang the doorbell.


"I'll get it," Claire Walker called up the stairs to her husband in a soft southern accent. "It's probably the woman here for the interview."

At forty three, Claire was not an unattractive woman. Never a spectacular beauty, her face nonetheless held soft rounded features which were pleasant and middle age had been kind. She now worked out religiously in aerobics and her body was probably in better shape than at any time since she was in college. Her husband told her often how wonderful she looked and she enjoyed dressing in feminine attire which complimented her figure.

"I'll be right down," came the reply from upstairs.

"Hello, I'm Shanti Lubois," said the strikingly attractive, dark haired young woman. "I'm here for the job interview."

"Yes, do come in," said Claire opening the door and leading the other woman through the front hallway and into the sitting room where they seated themselves. "I'm Claire Walker. My husband will join us shortly. Did you have a pleasant drive out from town?"

"I don't live in town Mrs. Walker. My family has lived in the bayou for three generations."

The young woman's eyes caught and held those of the housewife. Large, brown and deeply expressive, they seemed to convey much more than words ever could, as if to say, you can never know me, as if to say, but you'd like to, wouldn't you? "Then you're Cajun?" asked the older woman, noticing the slight but decided accent.

"Creole actually. This is a lovely old home," she said, changing the subject, "has it been in your family a long time?"

"Since around the turn of the century," came a masculine voice from the doorway. Drummond Walker strode into the room with a warm smile as the two women looked up.

"Shawn-tay Do-bwa," introduced Claire, pronouncing the name as the girl had done, since she thought from its spelling on the application form it might be pronounced differently, "my husband Drummond."

"Charmed," he said, looking into eyes that laughed while a slight smile crossed her face. Claire did not notice Shanti's eyes roam over the body of her husband and return to capture his stare.

In the moment before he could break the reverie and turn away, her eyes sent a subtle but clear message, woman to man, which gave Drummond Walker pause to collect himself and his thoughts.

"Uh.....you asked about the house," he said, breaking away from the eyes which whispered, which promised, which lured.

"Actually it was built in the nineteenth century by some old crazy Frenchman who apparently came into a sudden inheritance.

He built the house way out here.....God knows why.....then proceeded to drink and spend himself right back into poverty.

The place was about to be taken by the county for back taxes and was in pretty bad shape when my great grandfather bought it for a song and fixed it up. There's been a Drummond living here ever since."

"What of the old Frenchman?" asked the girl.

"Lord only knows. Probably drank himself to death.....but what of you Miss Dubois? Why are you interested in becoming our housekeeper?"

The young woman smiled at them both.

"Recently, I moved out of my parent's house to be on my own. I've never been a live-in housekeeper before, but I have cleaned and cooked for a number of families. You have my references."

"Yes," said Claire, "your references are excellent. You do know we have a son and daughter, Jody and Laura? They're in town at the moment. Jody is a junior in high school. His sister is a freshman in college. She's home for the summer. Of course they're old enough to care for themselves, but it will mean extra meals and laundry."

"They explained that at the agency. I have three brothers and two sisters. Since my mother died when I was nine, I have just about raised them myself."

"Sounds like you've had it pretty rough," commented Drummond.

"I do all right," was all she said, sneaking a smile at the husband, which said plenty.

"Is the salary acceptable?" asked Claire.

"Yes. It's fine."

"Well," said the wife, rising from the chair, the interview obviously over, "we'll be in touch if....."

"Would you excuse us a moment," interrupted Claire's husband, motioning for his wife to join him in the other room.

Claire looked at him quizzically, but followed, Drummond shutting the door behind them.

"Claire, what is this, we'll be in touch, business? This is the seventh person we have interviewed. How long is this going to go on?"

"But Drummond, I just want to be sure we get the best person we can."

"But it has to stop somewhere. Look, she has the best references of them all and besides, she obviously needs the job."

"And it doesn't hurt that she's attractive either?" joked Claire.

"Not a bit," he laughed.

"But....."

"No buts! Let's hire her. If for any reason she doesn't work out, we'll simply start looking again. What do you say?"

She met his smile with one of her own.

"Oh, all right. Does this mean I get my way the next time we disagree?"

"Quite possibly," he said laughing as they opened the door, "but don't count on it."

"Miss Dubois, the job is yours! When can you start?"

"Please call me Shanti. I need only bring my things. I can begin immediately," replied the young woman warmly.

"All right then dear, why don't you get you things and get settled in this afternoon. We have a room already prepared. You can start first thing in the morning."

As they closed the door behind their new housekeeper, Claire looked to her husband.

"I do hope she will work out all right."

"So do I," he said, the image of the young woman's swaying hips as she walked down the front steps still fresh in his mind, "so do I."

Neither could see the sly smile on the young woman's face, nor did they have any inclination as to her delicious feeling of satisfaction knowing that Drummond Walker had indeed been watching the sensuous movement of her hips as she departed.


CHAPTER TWO

The new housekeeper had returned and quickly unpacked her few meager possessions. Claire and Drummond had invited Shanti to dine with them that evening as their guest, a gesture to get things off to a good start and to introduce her to their son and daughter. The young woman was seemingly reluctant but finally, upon continued urging, especially from Drummond, agreed.

As she was dressing for dinner, there was a knock at Shanti's door. Pulling the sweater on hurriedly, she opened the door to find a girl only a year or so her junior, but with the appearance of someone much younger. Shanti's figure was trim, but her bust and hips were full, her legs curvaceous. The girl who stood before her wore no makeup and her hair, unlike the Creole's, was straight and blonde. She had the figure of an adolescent. Her breasts and hips were late in developing and her legs showed little shapeliness. Her face, like her mother's, was not unattractive, simply unremarkable. She seemed a bit ill at ease, but smiled at the housekeeper.

"Hi, I'm Laura. Mom said we'd get to meet you tonight, but I thought I'd stop by early and say welcome."

"How sweet," said the older of the two, "please come in."

"I hope I'm not keeping you from anything."

"Not at all. I was simply getting ready for dinner. I shall enjoy being a guest. From now on, I shall be the servant."

"Mom says you're only a couple of years older than I am. I hope we can be friends."

"What about your friends from college?"

"To tell you the truth," confided the blonde, "I haven't many college friends. The guys don't find me very attractive and that means the girls don't have much to do with me either."

Shanti immediately realized what an opportunity had just presented itself. A plain and obviously inexperienced young girl with low self esteem. Perhaps her first conquest would not be the father after all.

"Really?" observed the dark skinned beauty, moving closer.

"I'm surprised that such loveliness would go unnoticed."

Blushing, Laura made as if to turn away, but Shanti's hand went out to cradle her face and their eyes met.

"Every woman needs to know from someone how attractive she is, Laura. You're a lovely young woman."

Again there was a reddening in Laura's face.

"Yeah, with the figure of a bean pole," she laughed self- deprecatingly.

The Creole gently coaxed the younger girl's face nearer.

Her gaze bore into Laura's large blue eyes.

"How a woman's body looks is not nearly as important as how it responds," she said, her hand slowly, sensuously drifting through Laura's hair, behind her neck, down between her breasts and as the girl's mouth opened in a slight surprised gasp, rested near her navel.

Laura was both aghast and excited. Never having been touched like this by anyone, let alone a woman, she wanted on the one hand to retreat, yet as her temperature quickly climbed, she felt her small nipples harden and she was entranced by the woman whose eyes were so captivating, whose hands were so seductive.

".....I.....I guess I have a lot to learn," she stammered.

"I'll teach you if you want, Laura," came the breathy reply.

".....I.....I hardly know you."

"Then why don't we get to know each other better?"

Shanti's hand began a slow descent. Their eyes still riveted together, a slight smile crossed the older girl's lips.

"We all want it, Laura. The only question is, do you want it badly enough?"

There was perspiration now on the girl's forehead. Her heart was racing, her breathing labored. Still her eyes could not leave those of the beautiful temptress whose hand slowly roamed over her dress, nearer and nearer where she had never been touched before.

"Oh......Shanti.....I....."

The fingers were tantalizingly close now, as Laura felt her dress lifted slowly and the sensuous fingers find her bare flesh.

".....I can't......I shouldn't........" she breathed.

Shanti found the top of the girl's panties and her hand, finger by finger, found its way inside.

"Do you want it, Laura?" the Creole whispered in Laura's ear.

The fingers found pubic hair and paused just above the soft pink lips.

Her eyes wide in amazement and excitement, Claire Walker's daughter was beginning to burn with need. Never had she known such desire existed, let alone that she could experience it. Her breathing was very heavy now as she was almost gasping for air.

".....We.....shouldn't....."

"How do you know, Laura? How can you possibly know until you've experienced it?"

".....But....."

Shanti's other hand came under the girl's chin as her soft thick lips drew closer to those of the college girl.

"Oh no, I couldn....."

Their lips met in a sensuous blaze. For one brief moment, Laura started to pull away, but the lips she tasted were soft, warm and sweet, so her surrender was immediate and total. She opened her mouth to the tongue which probed her lips. It drove deeply into her and she drank heavily of the sweetness which flowed from the mouth and tongue of the woman who held her spellbound.

Laura's arms went around her seductress in passion and surrender.

"Tell me Laura, tell me!" was Shanti's impassioned command.

"Yes! Yes!" the girl cried urgently as the fingers found her nest.

"Oh.....Oh......" she moaned as labial lips were caressed.

"Oh Yes, please YES!" she begged as their lips met again and Shanti's finger began to penetrate the girl for the first time.

"Laura!" came Claire's voice from downstairs, "could you come help me with the salad?"

Laura broke away at the sound of her mother's voice, shame and embarrassment burning her cheeks.

"I.....I have to go," she said urgently.

"Of course," answered her beautiful temptress, "for now."

"No, you don't understand. I can't.....I shouldn't......"

"Isn't it about time you started deciding what you want?" asked Shanti.

"But I've never....."

"All the more reason! Laura, you're attractive and intelligent. You want to know. You want to decide for yourself.

Don't be afraid any longer. Go ahead, experiment! If you don't like it, you can always back away."

"I'm.....I'm just not sure."

"Oh yes you are. You liked it and you want it. All you have to do is have the courage to say yes!" Unable to meet the older girl's eyes, Laura turned for the door.

"You'll be back," Shanti said confidently.

"No, no I won't!"

"Laura!" came the voice again from downstairs.

"I'll be right there!" she yelled to her mother.

"Think it over Laura. Give me your answer tonight at dinner."

The younger girl's mouth dropped open.

"At dinner?"

"Yes," mused the brown eyed beauty, "if your answer is no, simply dress as usual. If your answer is yes, wear no panties under your skirt at dinner tonight."

"But....."

"I'll find a way to know," said Shanti.

"I......I won't," stated Laura without conviction.

"I think you will," breathed Shanti, cupping Laura's chin in her hand and leaning over to brush her lips against those of the blonde. Laura's eyes were wide with surprise, but she didn't back away as her eyes fluttered closed and the moment was again electric.

"Tonight, Laura, at dinner," Shanti urged.

The excited and bewildered young girl hurried to the door, turned back to say something, but when no words would come, she silently turned and fled downstairs.


CHAPTER THREE

When Shanti arrived, the Walker family was already at the dinner table. Drummond sat on one end, Claire at the other.

Laura was sitting on one side of the table, her eyes unable to meet Shanti's while a young boy rose from the other side and held Shanti's chair for her.

"Thank you. You must be Jody," she said smiling, sitting next to him.

Although sixteen, the boy was obviously self-conscious in the presence of the beautiful young woman.

".....Yes.....Jody.....that's me......my name I mean," he stammered, reddening by the second. He dropped his head in embarrassment.

"Why I do believe Jody has suddenly become tongue-tied in the presence of this lovely young lady," laughed Drummond, "and you such a ladies man at school!"

"Now honey....." chided his wife, herself suppressing a smile.

"All right, all right," chuckled the boy's father, "can't say I blame him. You are quite an attractive young woman, Shanti."

"Why thank you Mr. Walker," she replied, meeting his eyes,"it's nice to hear a compliment from such a handsome man," Her hand found the boy's under the table. Their eyes met.

"And it's a pleasure to sit beside a young man who shares his father's good looks. I bet you have no problem getting the attention of the girls at school."

Jody reddened again, but managed a smile, his gaze transfixed on the beautiful face and eyes which held him captive.

Shanti released his hand as steaming plates of food were passed around.

"I think you met Laura this afternoon," commented Claire, indicating the daughter who looked up briefly with an embarrassed smile.

"Did you two have a chance to get to know each other?" asked Claire of her daughter.

"I.....that is we....." struggled the girl.

"Perhaps not as well as we would have liked," interjected Shanti, "but we found we have a great deal in common. As time goes on I'm sure we'll have lots to share with each other."

Again Laura's eyes met those of Shanti, then fell to her plate.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed Shanti, letting her napkin slide off her lap, "I've dropped my napkin. How clumsy of me."

"I'll get it," volunteered Jody.

"No, no, I'll do it," she said, leaning down under the drapes of the tablecloth.

Laura knew at once this was what Shanti had meant earlier.

She looked around the table to be sure no one else was aware.

Shanti smiled broadly as she saw Laura's hand reach under the table and nervously pull up her skirt to reveal her bare nest.

Retrieving the napkin, the dark skinned woman smiled as she returned to her meal.

"Perhaps we could get to know each other even better, If you'd like, you can come to my room later this evening and we can find out all kinds of things about each other."

Laura anxiously glanced at her parents, who were both smiling approvingly.

"Yes....I'd......I'd like that," she said, unable to meet anyone's eyes for fear of discovery and trying to swallow the lump in her throat as her heart raced.

"Jody here is on the football team," beamed the older Walker.

"Oh, not only good looking, but talented too," observed Shanti, shifting her attention.

"I'm a tight end," stated the boy enthusiastically, eager to impress the woman sitting beside him.

"I bet you are," smiled Shanti, the double entendre apparently going unnoticed, "and I bet you're very good!" As he smiled in return, she slipped her foot from her shoe and edged it to the boy's leg where, unseen, she began rubbing his leg sensuously with her toes.

Jody looked to her in amazement, his eyes wide, his mouth dropping open. Could this be happening? Was this beautiful woman coming on to him? At first he thought perhaps it was accidental, but when she slowly pulled down his sock with her toes and smiled coyly, he knew it was no accident. Her look spoke volumes. He quickly recovered and went back to eating, although suddenly the food was not very important. Her stroking of his leg continued as did she.

"You have to be very strong to play football. How strong are you Jody?"

".....Strong enough," he said as his adolescent jitters were being replaced by excitement in playing this suddenly very grown up game.

Her hand again slid under the table, this time resting on his knee. He straightened a bit, realizing the game was to be their secret, he picked with the food in his plate.

"Well, I'm always afraid he'll be hurt," injected Claire.

"Yeah, he's had his bell rung a few times," laughed his father.

Her hand slid up his thigh to find the erection bulging his pants.

"But I bet when that happens," she smiled, "you get right up and go at it again."

She squeezed slightly and he almost gasped.

".....Yeah, I just keep going back for more."

"Good for you Jody. I admire a man who doesn't quit, who plays hard until he scores as many times as he can."

"Are you a football fan, Shanti?" asked Jody's father.

"I enjoy the physical contact," she said unzipping the boy's fly noiselessly and taking his throbbing penis in hand, "but I would need someone knowledgeable and experienced like Jody to demonstrate how strength and endurance can really pay off."

She ran her hand up and down his shaft. He shuddered.

"Are you all right, son?" asked his father.

"Are you coming down with something?" worried his mother.

"No, I'm fine, really."

"So what does a tight end do?" asked Shanti, easing the stimulation a bit to let the boy catch his breath.

"Block and catch passes mostly."

"You should see some of the fakes he puts on those defenders," bragged Drummond.

"My, you must be very good. Maybe you could show me some of your moves sometime," she said smiling.

"Yeah, sure, anytime. I know some winning moves."

His own hand crept over to her leg, but a single glance from her and it retreated.

"I would think winning is much sweeter when it is hard earned and the game is played on your opponent's home field."

"True," he said smiling inwardly, "it makes you try harder."

With that she released him and it was several minutes before he was able to get his pants zipped again undetected.

"I do hope you'll like working here," Claire joined in.

"I'm sure I will," was the Creole's reply.

"You seem like a very self assured young woman," mused Drummond.

"And you seem like a man who knows what he wants and won't stop until he gets it," replied Shanti, meeting his gaze with a flirtatious smile.

As heads snapped up, Shanti looked down the table to the eyes of Claire Walker.

"And that kind of man is always married to the most beautiful of women."

Shock turned instantly to fluster as the compliment caught the older woman unprepared. She flushed, as much from pleasure as from embarrassment.

"You are an exquisitely beautiful woman," said Shanti, turning back to Laura, "with a daughter every bit as lovely. I shall enjoy working working under you both,"

"Hey, how about us?" joked Drummond, indicating Jody and himself.

"Oh, it will also be a pleasure to work under the two of you as well," came the reply and a look at the older Walker, unnoticed by the others which promised so very much more.

As the meal concluded, Shanti insisted she be allowed to help clear the dishes, although Claire was just as insistent that tonight, Shanti was their guest and that she and Laura would finish the rest.

"Then I thank you all for a very pleasant evening and a wonderful meal."

"You're welcome, my dear," smiled Claire.

As she started toward her room, Shanti turned.

"Would you still like to get together tonight?" she asked Laura.

"I....."

"Of course if you have other things you'd rather....."

Claire was busy with the dishes and didn't notice the look which passed between her daughter and the beautiful housekeeper.

".....No.....I'll be there.....I promise."

"Good. Say about ten or so? My room?"

"Yes, your room. Ten o'clock," said Laura with both excitement and trepidation.


CHAPTER FOUR

"Come in," said Shanti to the knock at her bedroom door.

Laura stepped in quickly closing the door behind her. She wore a white teddy. Shanti noted with satisfaction that the younger girl had brushed and styled her hair. There was also a hint of cologne and she now wore a modest amount of makeup.

The Creole's robe fell away as she stood revealing a centerfold body clad only in deep purple silky bra and thong.

Her large, well shaped breasts and full firm hips caught the girl by surprise.

"My God, Shanti! You make me look like a boy!"

"I am proud of my body, Laura, not just for the way it looks, but also for the pleasure it brings me. Your body can bring you pleasures you never imagined."

She pulled the girl to her and slowly slid the straps from her shoulders as they kissed deeply.

"But they're so small!" Laura almost cried as the teddy fell around her waist exposing her nearly flat chest.

"Size isn't everything," smiled Shanti, closing her mouth on the girl's small nipple and giving a slight nip.

Laura almost jumped as the slight sudden pain sent waves of erotic desire coursing through her.

"Oh, Shanti....." she whispered.

The brown eyed beauty fondled both nipples as they kissed again. Shanti backed the blonde against the wall and began sensuously rubbing her body against Laura's. The girl's eyes closed as her body filled with the same desire she had felt earlier in the day. Shanti leaned back momentarily, reached back and untied her own bra string letting it fall to the floor.

There was a slight gasp as Laura's eyes feasted upon the huge luscious mounds with their dark, almost black aureoles and large erect nipples.

Shanti placed her own nipples against those of the younger woman and again her sensuous movements drove the girl to greater heights of desire. Laura was gasping for air, her emotions, not her mind, in control.

There was the sound of a door closing down the hall. Laura jumped, her mind snapping back from its reverie.

"Maybe we shouldn't. What if someone were to see?" she whispered.

"No one is going to see. You know why? Because everyone else in this house is probably having sex of their own right now."

"What?" asked the incredulous girl.

"You don't believe me?"

"Of course not."

"Then why don't we make a little bet. If both your parents and your brother aren't engaged in sex or masturbation right now or within the next few minutes, you walk back to your room and we forget this afternoon ever happened, but if I'm right, you not only pull off that teddy and spread your legs when we get back here, but you also have to help me with another little project I have in mind. Deal?"

"Deal," answered Laura.

They did not have long to wait. The door they had heard closing was Jody retiring to his room and only a few minutes later Drummond and Claire entered their bedroom as well.

The two women donned their nightwear once again and quietly slipped into the hallway which accessed all three bedrooms.

Tiptoeing, they stopped at Jody's door. Putting their ears to the door they heard nothing. Laura was about to claim victory when, ever so gently, Shanti turned the knob and quietly the door opened just enough so they could both peek inside.

Jody lay on the bed, naked and masturbating. The lights were out but the window was directly behind his bed so his body was brightly silhouetted by the moonlight. His rod was stiff and sticking straight up as his hand made the rapid up and down movements, his breathing heavy.

"The little prick!" whispered Laura.

"Not so little. He's got a pretty fair sized tool for a boy his age."

Laura peeked again, despite herself, fascinated by the length of her brother's penis.

"Disgusting," she breathed.

"Not at all," was Shanti's reply. "As a matter of fact it feels very good in your hand."

Laura's mouth dropped open.

"You mean....."

"That's right, tonight under the dinner table."

Laura bent over to watch from a better vantage point. As she did, Shanti slipped her hand onto Laura' s legs and began stroking slightly.

"You're telling me you had your hand in Jody's pants?"

"Just as sure as I'm in yours right now," said the Creole, her hand sliding under the leg of the teddy briefs and resting on Laura's hip.

The girl bit her tongue to keep from making any sound.

Fingers began slowly exploring and soon Laura felt Shanti's warm touch on her anus. Her desire beginning to build again, she started to straighten and embrace her dark eyes companion, but Shanti held her where she was. Again Laura peered in at her brother's erect manhood, his strong legs and broad shoulders.

For a brief moment an image flashed in her mind of a female figure atop his muscular body, his rod buried deeply in her as she rode his massive thrusts. In her mind she saw the female run her hands through her blonde hair and then cup and pinch her small breasts.....

She almost gasped aloud when Laura realized she was pinching her own nipples as Shanti's fingers played in her crotch.

"He's good Laura, look!" whispered Shanti.

As Laura watched Jody increase the rhythm on his shaft, she felt two of Shanti's fingers penetrate her labial lips where they quickly found her clit, the girl smothering her gasp.

"He could fill you Laura. You could take him here !" she whispered in Laura's ear as her fingers began a fluttering stimulation of Laura's small pleasure mound.

"Oh, Oh, Ohhhh," the girl moaned softly as she began to thrust herself upon the two digits which Shanti used to increase her need.

"Watch him, Laura! Watch it get larger!" Claire and Drummond Walker's daughter was quickly losing control. Her eyes feasted on her brother's rod and she heard his grunts as he sought satisfaction. Her own thrusting was harder now, more urgent. She sought to take Shanti's fingers even further. Her breathing was beginning to match that of her brother, heavy and rapid. As she heard him grunt loudly, she again imagined herself impaled upon him. She wanted to dispel such unthinkable desires, yet fascinated by the boy's sexuality and her own need, her fantasy persisted.

"He's going to come Laura. You can come with him!" Her mouth was open gasping for air, as Shanti increased the stimulation. As she watched, her brother's body arched and she heard him grunt rapidly.

"He's coming, Laura. Come with him!" Laura saw the ejaculate shoot from his phallus as her body surrendered and her own orgasm swept over her. Both brother and sister cried softly in unison, "Yes YES!" Catching her breath momentarily, a degree of rational thought returning, Laura softly closed the door and turned to face the smiling Shanti.

"This is wicked and shameful."

"Really?" responded Shanti, "then why didn't you close the door and leave when we first peeked in? Why did you stand there and watch your brother come while you humped my finger wishing it was him?"

"No, I could never....."

"You just did in your mind. Brothers can be very good, so don't knock it until you've tried it."

"You've.....?"

A confident smile spread across Shanti's face.

"I've been to bed with every one of my brothers and sisters."

Laura was dumbfounded. Shanti motioned to the boy's room.

"There's a lot of pleasure waiting for you in there," she grinned, "but tonight we have another stop to make."

She motioned for Laura to follow. The stunned, confused, yet inwardly excited young woman followed her teacher noiselessly down the hall.

Arriving at her parent's room, Laura looked to Shanti who motioned for her to try the door.

"It's locked," she whispered.

Shanti examined the keyhole briefly.

"These are old fashioned locks. Go get the key from your room. I bet it will work."

Laura was gone only moments before returning with a large skeleton key.

Shanti fit it gently into the lock. Both women placed their ear to the door.

"You know I love it when you're rough," came Claire's voice.

There was a slapping sound as of a hand striking flesh.

Again the woman's voice.

"Yes! You know I can't resist it like this. I'll do anything you say!"

"Anything?" said her husband.

"Anything but that. You know I simply can't take you there.

Anything but that, anything!" Again a slap.

"Yes! Hit me in the face!" Another slap.

"I'm a whore Drummond. I deserve to be beaten!" Three slaps in succession.

Shanti tried easing the key in the lock, but it still made an audible click as the tumbler rotated.

Claire's voice, "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That sound, like a click."

"I didn't hear anything. You know this old house creaks."

Laura and Shanti both held their breath as there was silence from inside, indicating that Claire was listening for the sound again.

"Hmmmmmm.....maybe you're right."

"Now drop those panties and let me look at you."

As they heard the bed begin creaking, Shanti eased the door open. A small table lamp provided the only illumination on the two nude figures.

"I'm no good, Drummond. Tell me I deserve to be beaten."

"Worthless, no good, low life bitch!" he snarled, slapping her across the face twice. "Now open your mouth, slut and take it!"

"Yes, Yes, Yes!" she cried as the voyeurs saw Claire lie on her back and take her husband's shaft far down her throat as he straddled her. He slapped her again which seemed to spur her on to take him even deeper.

Laura looked to Shanti with a troubled expression.

"Why would she want him to hurt her?" she whispered.

"Because pain and pleasure are like the ingredients in a mixed drink," answered Shanti, "both can provide their own pleasure, but combine them and the result is unimaginable."

"I don't....."

Shanti's kiss was unexpected but brought very predictable results. Within moments, Laura's body was burning, her need for new satisfaction overwhelming. Again she bent over to both watch the events transpiring in the bedroom and receive Shanti's talented fingers. This time the brown eyed woman unsnapped Laura's teddy at the crotch, leaving the young girl's nest and rear fully exposed.

"Your father's is even larger than Jody's," whispered Shanti as Laura again began thrusting on the fingers which deftly moved inside her.

Her eyes widened as Laura saw Claire take Drummond's shaft completely.

"Watch your mother, Laura. See how much she wants it?"

The younger girl looked on in fascination as, with Drummond astride her chest burying himself in her throat, Claire's hand found her nest and began rubbing rhythmically.

He slapped her again and her head rose from the pillow, her lips now into his pubic hair.

"She's got him all now! I bet you'd love to have that cock down your throat, wouldn't you? intoned Shanti as her fingers increased their stimulation in the blonde.

Laura's own fingers found her mouth and unconsciously she began sucking.

"A little pain can do remarkable things, Laura," said Shanti, also watching the couple. As Drummond drew back to slap the willing wife once more, Shanti's thumb poised and as the hand met face, the Creole rammed her thumb into Laura's unsuspecting anus.

Laura bit hard on her fingers to prevent a scream. Tears rolled from her eyes as Shanti's other hand found her nipple and squeezed painfully hard. As the first wave of pain rolled past, however, Laura discovered the reason for her mother's carnal quirk. Nipple and anus - pain, vagina - pleasure. Shanti was right. The combination created a sensation unlike either by itself. Her eyes stayed riveted to the couple, the huge shaft violating the lovely mouth, the fingers clawing at the nest and the slaps now coordinated with Shanti's thrusts in Laura's anus and the painful tweaks of her nipples. Perspiration ran down the younger girl's face. Her thrusts became stronger taking the thumb deeper with each passing moment. As she saw mother and father approaching climax, Laura's body also was nearing its peak of release.

"God, I'm coming you little whore, I'm coming!" cried Drummond as his wife's mouth not only sucked harder and longer, but her own body shook with tremors of ecstasy as her nest rose and quivered on her trembling fingers. Laura's orgasm was also violent, her body nearly convulsive, her eyes rolling back as she neared unconsciousness. If Shanti had not been there to support and constrain her, the young Walker would surely have fainted away, tumbling into the room.

"See how much they love it, Laura? And so do you. Why fight it? You'd love to have his rod in you. You'd love to have her sucking on those little lips," breathed Shanti, turning the girl to her, backing her against the hallway wall and inserting her fingers in the soaking wet vagina.

Laura began thrusting again, her reason gone. As their lips met, Laura's confession came as an urgent whisper.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God Yes! " As the second orgasm consumed her, her mind was not on Shanti, but a mixture of images of repressed desires for her brother, father and mother. In her mind, her mouth, nest and rear were violated, each by one of those she had watched tonight.

"I feel so ashamed."

They had crept back to Shanti's room where Laura was sitting on the edge of the bed as Shanti stood near the dresser.

"For what? Being honest with yourself?"

"But no one else would ever have feelings like that."

"Ha!" replied Shanti, "under the right circumstances, Jody, your father and your mother would like nothing better than to get into your panties."

Laura was aghast.

"How can you say that?"

"Because it's true!"

"I don't believe you!"

"You've already lost one bet tonight. Want to try for another?" smiled the housekeeper.

"What do you mean?"

"That Jody will fuck you if you give him the chance."

Laura's mouth dropped open.

"That's crazy!"

"We'll see. After all, you owe me from our little bet earlier tonight and besides, you found out you really want him, don't you?"

"I....."

Laura's head dropped in silent resignation.

"I'll let you know when I get things arranged, In the meanwhile....."

Shanti shed her nightwear and indicated for Laura to do the same. As the young blonde lay back on the bed, the dark haired beauty straddled her head, looking into the anxious and expectant eyes.

"So far tonight, you've been on the receiving end. It's about time you learned how to give."

As the Creole's nest lowered onto her mouth, Laura spread her lips and her tongue reached out to begin its lesson.


It was after three a.m. when an utterly exhausted Laura Walker silently slipped back into her room and fell into a sound sleep, her dreams filled with delicious decadence.


CHAPTER FIVE

A week passed. Both Claire and Drummond were pleased with Shanti's work as housekeeper. Twice, in the company of Drummond Walker, she had found the opportunity, while wearing a short dress or skirt, to bend over, exposing her shapely legs and providing a peek at her panties and cheeks. The second time, Claire as well as her husband, was treated to the dark skinned delights.

Claire's first momentary reaction was discomfort, but there was also a tingling between her legs which brought the wife an excitement she never thought possible from another woman. As Shanti continued to ostensibly pick up lint from the carpet, Claire's mind wandered. The young woman's figure was really not that much better than her own, but it had the natural tautness and firmness of youth which no amount of exercise could ever restore in her own middle aged body. For an instant, she wondered what Shanti would look like if she were bent over like that nude. Did Shanti also enjoy pain with her sex? If she were standing nude in front of Shanti, would the housekeeper find her desirable? She snapped back from her reverie as Shanti straightened up and walked away. Claire glanced over to find her husband looking at her with a knowing smile. He had obviously been watching her as she enjoyed her role of voyeur. Embarrassed, she left the room.

Laura had visited Shanti's room three times in the last five days. Their sexual feasts were everything Laura could have wanted --- well almost everything. She knew she wanted more, wanted what she was not supposed to have. Yet, the very fact it was prohibited, made it delectable and oh, so outrageously desirable. She would have visited Shanti every night, but the Creole had warned her that too much of a good thing could bring suspicion upon them. Once, by herself, she had sneaked into the hallway late at night to again find excitement by playing peeping Tom, but a sudden sound from one of the rooms had sent her scurrying back to her room where, shaking, she had been too frightened to try again.


"Now don't wait up," said Claire, "and don't worry. The concert won't be over until near eleven and it's a good two hour drive from New Orleans."

"Sure you won't come with us?" asked their father.

"Are you kidding?" asked Jody.

"Oh, that's right," observed Drummond smiling, "if it isn't rock, it can't possibly be of any interest."

"Have a good time you two," said Laura, holding her mother's coat for her and then wrapping her arms around Claire from behind hugging her affectionately. As Laura's arms withdrew, they rubbed momentarily across Claire's breasts causing her nipples to stiffen. Laura smiled innocently as Claire wondered why she had responded sexually, even if inadvertently, to her own daughter's touch. As Claire turned to the door, Laura reached up to her father for a good-bye kiss.

Instead of the usual peck, however, Laura's lips lingered, her eyes fluttered closed and only when her tongue had tasted his lips, did she withdraw.

Nonplused, Drummond Walker decided to carry his coat to the car to hide the sudden erection bulging his pants.

An hour or so later, Laura fixed herself a soft drink and told Jody she was going to her room. Not long afterward, Shanti entered, dust cloth in hand. Jody was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. As Shanti stopped to dust the coffee table, he put down his magazine to admire her. Her skirts were all short, but the one she wore today was micro in length. She had learned how to catch a Walker's eye, so she bent over at the waist as if to straighten a magazine on the bottom shelf.

Jody's erection was instantaneous. Shanti was wearing nothing underneath. Her dark anus, pubic hair and labial lips were in full view of the young boy.

His hand found her buttock.

"Want something, Jody?"

"Yeah, I'd like to pick up where we left off at dinner a few nights ago!"

"Think you're big enough to handle me?" she chided "Why don't we find out," he smiled, quickly unzipping his pants.

Shanti began undressing seductively, as Jody nervously eyed the stairway.

"Don't worry about Laura," said the beautiful vixen, "she won't be a problem."

"But....."

"Would you like me to put my clothes back on and wait until another opportunity presents itself?" she teased as the last of her clothes were discarded.

The boy was beside himself. Never had he seen such a beguiling face, tempting body and willing attitude. He had pictured her naked in his mind many times since the episode at the dinner table. In fact, he had thought of little else since then, Shanti being the focus of his erotic fantasies as he brought himself to orgasm each night in his room. Here, however, was the real, live, warm and luscious body of his dreams, ready and willing to be taken.

Throwing caution to the wind, he hurriedly undressed.

Shanti cleared off the top of the coffee table and motioned for him to lie down on his back. She moved over his throbbing shaft and looked down into his eyes.

"Let's see just how good you are!" she said, holding his erection as she lowered herself onto it.

"Ohhhhh... not bad!" she smiled as her public hair mixed with his own, signaling she had all of him.

"Now, Mr. Jody... hold on!" she cried as her body began pumping up and down on the near crazed adolescent. Her hands took his and placed them on her breasts.

"Squeeze, Jody, squeeze!" she urged as her nipples felt the pressure of his fingers.

His grunts matched her downward thrusts as she buried him deeply inside her. She knew he could not hold back much longer, so Shanti increased her thrusting to a frenzied pace, her body literally jumping up and down on the boy's rod in near seizure.

"Shanti!" he cried as she felt his body tighten, "it's coming!" She had timed it well and her own orgasm washed over her at just the moment she felt his rod shoot his hot seed into her.

"Hey Jody, you're not bad at all," she complimented as she stood straight up. Semen dripped from her nest onto the boy's pubic hair. "You shoot a pretty good wad. I bet there are a lot of girls who would love to have that poker rammed in them."

The boy seemed embarrassed as he sat up.

"Yes," continued Shanti, "lots of girls, but few who could appreciate it and fewer who can give you as much as you give them."

"I'll bet you there's not a girl in this part of the country who can fuck like you, Shanti."

"Oh, you might be surprised and we might not have to look as far as you think," she replied.

"You mean there's someone around here who could..."

"Not only can, but is quite willing. She told me she has wanted you inside her for some time, but only recently has she been willing to admit it."

"Who is she? Do I know her?"

"Oh yes, you two know each other very well."

Jody began thinking over his female classmates, sure Shanti had one of them in mind.

"Is it...?"

"Ah, so you wish to play a guessing game? Then we shall let you find out right now."

"Now? You mean she's here?" he said, looking around hurriedly.

"Of course. I have her hidden for the moment so we can play a little game."

"What kind of game?"

"I will blindfold you and she will fuck you. See if you can discover who she is."

"I may not be able...." he said, looking down at his flaccid penis.

"Oh, she's good, Jody. Very good. I bet she'll have you up and coming again in no time."

"She's that good, huh?" he asked, picturing one likely prospect after another in his mind, starting with the varsity cheerleaders.

"Judge for yourself. Before the blindfold comes off, you must judge her performance. If you are disappointed in any way, she will leave while you cannot see her to avoid embarrassment for either of you. Agreed?"

"Yeah, OK!" he responded as Shanti brought forth a black cloth and tied it securely around his eyes. She helped him to lie down again on his back.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Good. Then just lie back and enjoy her."

Shanti turned and motioned. Laura, wearing only a frilly pair of panties, tiptoed down the stairs and into the room She quietly moved to Jody's side at Shanti's prompting.

"Is she here?" asked Jody, now self conscious about his own nudity.

"Yes. She's going to kiss you."

Laura looked to Shanti, shaking her head that maybe this was all a mistake, they should stop now, call it off.

Shanti grabbed her wrist and pointed between the boy's legs. Although not erect, his penis was beginning to jerk as the mere mention of another lover in the room was exciting him.

Laura stood transfixed, wanting to flee, yet her desires were holding her hostage, forcing her to stay, to get onto her knees beside him, to bend over his blindfolded face, to press her lips against his, to open her mouth as Shanti had taught her and accept his tongue, to taste him, drink from him and cradle his head with both hands as his fingers played through her hair and he pulled her closer.

"Gina?" guessed Jody, as Laura's lips moved onto his neck and chest. He recalled the redheaded cheerleader who had the reputation of being the best kisser in school.

"Much better than her!" chided Shanti as the lips and tongue played over his hard, flat stomach and navel. He was already getting hard again and Laura paused as her tongue found pubic hair. She looked to Shanti for reassurance, found it and her eyes closed as she took the young cock in her mouth. He gasped as she swallowed him down her throat as Shanti had coached her.. He was much larger than she had imagined, especially as his penis grew to full erection.

"Uh! Uh!" he grunted, "Jeannie Tynnan! It's got to be! Uh!

Uh!" The girl whose face flashed across his mind was a slut, but a pretty one who was said to give head like no other girl in Beaumont High.

"Way off!" came Shanti's mischievous reply. "This should help you," she said as she motioned for Laura to stand and straddle him as Shanti had done earlier.

As Laura lowered herself onto his throbbing phallus, Shanti positioned herself close to the boy's ear.

"She a virgin, Jody. Want her cherry?"

Laura had fantasized many times about how she would give away her virginity. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought it would be to her own brother ---until now.

With Shanti urging her on, she felt the head of his penis push past her labial lips.

"Feel how tight, how hot, how wet!" whispered Shanti in the boy's ear.

Laura continued to lower herself on his eager shaft until she felt the pressure as the penetration was halted by her hymen.

Excited thought she was, Laura was beginning to have second thoughts. She wanted to give herself romantically on a storybook honeymoon yet Jody felt so good as his phallus pushed against her virginity.

Shanti saw the girl's hesitation, knew the moment and her triumph might be lost if she didn't act quickly.

"Want it Jody! Want her cherry!" she whispered urgently.

"God, Yes!" he cried.

Before Laura could react, Shanti put both hands on the girl's shoulders and with her full body weight pushed downward.

Laura cried out in pain and anguish as she felt him tear through her virginity and reach far inside her. Whatever reservations she may have had were instantly dispelled as the pain of her deflowering was more than equaled as she felt him reach where no one had ever reached before. Only one slight additional thrust and he was buried completely inside her.

""There's a hint for you Jody. She was a virgin, but she wanted you to have her cherry!" Jody reached up to play with her breasts. Laura started to pull away, but at Shanti's silent urging, she arched her back and thrust out her chest as much as possible. To her surprise, he played with her breasts repeatedly, obviously enjoying the feel of her nipples hardening under his touch.

It was hard to say which of the two lovers was more energetic. Laura almost flew off of him as his thrusts became powerful and grew in intensity and rapidity, while she buried him in her again and again as his rod kept finding a mysterious and unexpected area of sensitivity in her which drove her into frenzy. Sweat poured from them both as their bodies gyrated and crashed together in sexual abandon.

Shanti could see they were both close to climax.

"Isn't she a great piece of ass?" asked Shanti in Jody's ear.

"The greatest! Shanti you were fantastic, but she's even tighter than you! OH, GOD! HERE IT COMES!" The boy and girl grunted, in unison, in spasmodic release, his body going taut, a final thrust and holding it far into her as her back arched and, unbeknown even to Shanti, Laura experienced both vaginal and clitoral orgasms.

"Well," said Shanti to Jody as both he and Laura were catching their breath, "ever had anything like that before?"

"Oh, man, it doesn't get any better than this!" affirmed Jody reaching for the blindfold.

"Ah, ah," scolded Shanti, brushing his hand away, "the game's not over."

"What...?"

Laura's mouth was on his penis again and moments later she had him full and aching for satisfaction.

"You got her virgin cunt just now. She's also a virgin somewhere else as well... want it?"

"Are you kidding?" he said, reaching out to her blindly.

Shanti quickly opened the jar and spread the lubricant over his fully erect rod. Helping him to his feet, Shanti motioned for Laura to take an all fours position on the floor. The Creole then helped the boy to his knees behind Laura who looked back to Shanti for reassurance as Jody's shaft was considerably larger than Shanti's thumb and she wasn't at all sure the pleasure could outweigh the pain of such violation. Shanti reached over and forced the girl's head to the floor pushing her small dark target closer and higher for the boy's quivering arrow. Jody's hand sought and found the small orifice.

"It's all yours!" said Shanti.

He guided his shaft into her. She screamed out as he buried himself in her mysterious darkness, but the distortion of her voice from the pain made her cry unrecognizable.

Tears of pain streamed from Laura's eyes, yet as he reached maximum penetration into her bowels, her hand went to her clit and she found, once again, the mixture of pain and pleasure to be an irresistible aphrodisiac. As his thrusts increased, so did her clitoral stimulation so that they climaxed simultaneously, both collapsing from exhaustion.

"Not yet!" commanded Shanti as the boy again reached for the blindfold. "How about it Jody? Ever had anything like her?"

"Never!" he exclaimed, "but are you sure I know her? I can't imagine any girl in Beaumont High as good as she is."

"Then you're well satisfied?"

"Satisfied?" he blurted, turning to the girl/woman who had just given him the pleasure of his life, but whom he still could not see, "Honey, I'd love to have a piece of you every night!"

"That just might be arranged," replied Shanti, smiling at Laura whose face was radiant, "because she enjoyed being fucked by you as much as you did fucking her!" Laura smiled. No longer was she just plain unattractive Laura, she was desirable, she was compelling, her holes were satisfyingly tight and... she was a terrific fuck! Not just good, but the best!

She grasped herself as she shivered with satisfaction.

Helping the boy onto his back on the table once more, Shanti motioned for the sister to straddle the boy's face.

"So you'd like to have her again, eh?" asked Shanti.

"And again and again and again," affirmed Jody.

"Then perhaps, after you received all this pleasure from her, you'd like to return a little?"

"Sure, what would you like?"

Shanti placed Jody's hands on Laura's hips. He felt her begin to lower her nest toward his mouth which opened in expectation, but the nest stopped, poised only an inch away.

"Time to unveil," said Shanti as she untied and withdrew the blindfold.

"LAURA! My God!" the boy screamed as he saw first her face, then her naked body and finally, his eyes focused on the nest, soaking wet with his own semen and her vaginal juices.

"Laura... this is... I've got to..." he blurted as he started to push her away.

"Before you do, Jody," whispered Shanti into his ear, "think about what you'll be missing. You said yourself she's the best fuck you've ever had. She'll come to your bed every night if you wish. She'll give it to you any way you want it, anytime you want it."

Jody looked into his sister's eyes which were misty with the fear of rejection.

"You'd do that?" he asked.

"Anything! Anything you want," cried Laura.

He looked from Laura to Shanti and back to his sister.

"I think I'm really going to enjoy this!" he said pulling Laura's labial lips onto his mouth, his tongue driving into her and flitting rapidly on her clitoris.

"Oh Jody!" she cried as she squirmed to take him deeper.

As Shanti quietly closed the door behind her, the first of many additional orgasms she would experience that evening, shook Laura's body.


CHAPTER SIX

Over the next two weeks Laura came to Jody's room every night. Twice they slept together after their carnal cravings were satisfied. Once they invited Shanti for a threesome. She amazed them by telling them in graphic detail how she had seduced each of her brothers and sisters, but it was the description of her seduction by her own father which aroused both Laura and Jody to the degree that, before Shanti had finished, both Walker siblings were naked and exploring each other's bodies.

Shanti and Laura told Jody of their voyeurism, how they had peeked at him in his bed and then watched their parents making love. Jody was so fascinated, he had them arrange another peep show. Jody and Laura were each in such heat after watching their parents, they went straight back to Jody's room and mimicked every action they had observed, including Jody slapping Laura twice as she rode him to climax.

At Jody's request, Laura no longer wore panties around the house. Tempting fate with the recklessness of youth, sometimes even with their parents in the next room, Jody would bend his sister over the back of the couch, drop his pants and take her, either vaginally or anally, often sampling both. Twice they had narrow escapes as one parent or the other unexpectedly came walking into the room.

With Jody and Laura settled into their incestuous affair, Shanti turned her attention elsewhere. She had determined that Drummond Walker was to be her next conquest and so she often managed to exchange flirtatious glances or show more of her leg or thigh than good taste would dictate. Although he had not yet made any advances toward her, she was pleased to note how his attention now instantly shifted to her every time she entered the room.

It was a Saturday. Drummond seldom did work at the office on weekends, so he was home as usual puttering around in his den. Claire had gone shopping and taken both Jody and Laura with her, promising they would take in a movie which both of the siblings wanted to see. Shanti thought to herself that as brazen as Jody and Laura were becoming, they would have a hard time keeping their hands off each other in the darkened theater, even with their mother sitting beside them. She hoped they could be discrete at least a while longer because.....and her attention came back to Drummond Walker. When spying on the husband and wife, Shanti had noticed his muscular build. he had been an athlete in college and had kept himself in good shape. The other physical feature in which she was interested was his phallus.

Long and large, it was no wonder his wife not only refused to take him in the rear, but often stifled a scream when he took her especially vigorously in her nest.

She knocked on the door of the den and entered following his, "Come in."

He smiled as did she, although her smile was the coy smile of the seductress.

"I'd like some advice," she said, standing in front of the desk where he was seated.

"Sure," he said, "how can I help?"

"You're a very shrewd business man, or so I hear."

"I'd like to think so. Perhaps my board of directors aren't always so sure of that," he laughed. "What's on your mind?"

"I was wondering how you feel about opportunities."

"Business opportunities?"

"Well.....or other kinds," she replied batting her eyes and stepping out of her shoes.

Keenly aware of her opening move, he decided to test her gambit.

"Opportunities don't come along every day," he opined, his eyes roaming up and down her body.

"Then when one sees an opening," Shanti asserted as she turned away, pulled up her skirt revealing her lack of panties and spread her legs to show him her vaginal lips, "one should take advantage."

"Absolutely," he grinned, rising and walking out from behind the desk.

She saw his pants bulging.

"Of course you have to look at it carefully, make sure that nothing is hidden, that you can clearly see everything."

Her tongue sensuously playing over her lips, Shanti slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip to the floor, her luscious breasts in full view since she wore no bra.

"So there should be nothing held back," she breathed as her skirt fell around her ankles, her nudity complete.

"Nothing!" he replied, unbuckling his pants. "Some people will bend over backward to grab a great opportunity," he said, motioning to the desk.

One swipe of her arm and papers, pens and books went flying. She backed up to the desk as he finished undressing and came close.

"Then you recommend I seize this opportunity!" was her retort as her hand took his penis and squeezed playfully.

He gently guided her onto her back across the desk, her nest at the edge, her legs dangling over the side. The tip of his shaft lightly brushed her labial lips.

"Of course!"

"What else would you recommend?"

"Always leave yourself open to possibilities," he replied as he motioned with his finger and Shanti spread her legs wide.

"And.....?"

"And finally, gather your resources and put them where they'll do the most good!" He rammed her full and even though Shanti had taken many men, Drummond was by far the largest so she grunted heavily upon his entry and with each powerful thrust. His hands went to her breasts where her nipples were already hard as granite. Despite her determination to remain in control, Shanti's sexual drive was simply too strong and she orgasmed twice before she felt him explode and his hot seed flow deeply inside her.

He rapidly turned her over so her backside now faced him.

"You can have that too if you want. I'll give it to you even if your wife won't."

Startled, he turned her over to face him.

"How do you know...?"

"That you want her ass and she won't give it to you? I know a lot more than you think, Drummond."

"What do you mean?" he demanded.

"Oh, for instance I know that Claire likes it rough, likes to be slapped around a bit."

His mouth was open in astonishment.

"And I know you'd secretly like to climb in the sack with your daughter."

"WHAT?" he shouted "You didn't think anyone noticed the other day when she kissed you good-bye. I saw the hard-on as you walked out the front door."

"That;s absolutely ridiculous!" he protested.

"Ah, me thinks he doth protest too much," grinned Shanti.

Drummond was hurriedly dressing as if to leave, embarrassment and shame burning through him like a wildfire.

"Laura feels it too, you know," said Shanti. "She talks with me. She knew you were looking at her through the shower door yesterday."

His face reddened even more. He paused, uncertain. It was true. Ever since she had kissed him and aroused him sexually, he couldn't get his mind off Laura. He had sneaked quietly into the bathroom while she was showering and watched as she lathered and rinsed her body. So different from Claire's, he found her thin, underdeveloped body highly erotic. He had masturbated through his pants as he caught glimpses of pubic hair and buttocks through the steamy glass door.

"What you don't know "daddy", is that your daughter has the hots for you too."

"No... I won't... I can't..."

"Oh I think you not only can, you will. After all, would you rather she be initiated in the backseat of a car or in some cheap flea-bitten motel by some young punk with VD or worse? Or would you rather it be with you, here, where she'll be cared for and be in the arms of the man she adores?"

"But my own...

"She's desperate for love Drummond. If she doesn't get it from you, she'll get it from someone else."

Shanti thought it better not to tell him about Jody just yet.

"But..."

"She's embarrassed to talk about it too, but she knows what Claire won't give you. She told me she'd give you her pussy, her mouth or her ass anytime you wanted it..."

The mention of Laura and the one thing he had been denied so long, brought a bulge to his pants.

Shanti grabbed his shaft through the material.

"She's a vixen, Drummond. She's young and she's hot and she'll do anything and I mean anything you want. She can satisfy you in ways Claire never even thought about."

"How do you...?" he stammered.

"Because she came to my bed three weeks ago."

Shanti saw his hostility building again.

"Now don't worry. I was very gentle with her, but it's not me she wants, Drummond, it's you and she'll do anything to have you love her and fuck her."

Seeing consternation on his face, Shanti continued.

"Oh she doesn't want to replace Claire, but she needs you and your rod inside her to know she's loved."

Overcome, aroused and titillated with images of the forbidden, Drummond accepted the unthinkable and looked to Shanti conspiratorially.

"How?"

"First, we have to work on Claire. Now here's what I have in mind..."


CHAPTER SEVEN

Shanti spent the next few days planning the seduction of Claire Walker. Getting into the woman's pants would not be a problem, she thought, however, bringing the woman to carnal knowledge of their daughter was another matter. Claire could not be convinced as easily as Drummond. Only under the most extreme of circumstances would this woman knowingly commit incest.

Therefore, thought Shanti, it must be unknowingly. She smiled.

What not? it had worked once, it could work again.


That evening, Drummond came into the living room where Shanti was teaching Laura how to French braid. Her hands were deft and gentle and sensuously played in the girl's hair.

Laura's eyes followed her father who smiled, then looked to Shanti. The Creole winked and nudged the girl slightly.

"Jody, how about we try out those new video games your friend at school loaned you?" suggested Laura, fulfilling her part of the conspiracy.

"Sure!" said Jody and the two left for Jody's room.

Games? Definitely, thought Shanti, but the games those two were going to play had nothing to do with video. Although, she thought with a giggle, Jody would certainly be using his joystick most of the night.

"Honey," said Drummond, "I just had a call from one of our managers. He wants me to meet him at the plant to go over a revision of the inventory system. I'll probably be gone a good while."

"OK dear. Just try not to be too late."

"Claire and I will keep each other company," the dark eyed beauty said innocently.

"Yes, good idea. See you in three or four hours," announced Drummond as he picked up his coat and exited the front door.

"Now,what shall we do?" asked Claire.

"I know," responded Shanti, "let's have a slumber party, just the two of us!"

"Aren't we a bit old for that sort of thing?" asked Claire.

"After all..."

"Nonsense," chided Shanti, "we'll put on our pajamas, I'll make some hot chocolate and we can go to my room and talk girl talk."

Claire smiled, beginning to share the young woman's enthusiasm.

"That just might be fun. It's been years since I sat around with another woman and really talked."

"All right then," smiled Shanti, "I'll meet you in my room in ten minutes."


"No pajamas," laughed Claire as she entered the housekeeper's room in nightgown and robe.

Shanti wore a filmy chemise negligee which did little to cover her. Her breasts and nest hair were clearly visible for she wore nothing underneath. She smiled to herself as she noted that Claire's eyes scanned her twice and the other woman had trouble keeping her eyes off Shanti's melon sized breasts.

They sat on the bed and sipped the hot chocolate, making small talk.

Shanti put down her cup and picked up a hair brush.

"Would you like? I use to brush my sisters' hair all the time."

"Hmmmm, that would be nice," responded Claire, turning around.

Shanti stroked the older woman's hair with gentle long strokes. She could feel her quarry begin to relax.

"How did you and Mr. Walker meet?" asked the dark eyed beauty.

"In New Orleans. He was just finishing his M.B.A. and I was a senior in undergraduate school. We dated for seven months and about the time his career took off, he asked me to marry him."

"And you lived happily ever after," finished Shanti.

"Not quite. Within a couple of years he was a vice president , but so busy we hardly ever saw each other. I became despondent, lonely. It's no secret. I had affairs, became an alcoholic. Almost in desperation we had Laura and Jody. Maybe for the wrong reasons, the right things began to happen.

Drummond took more time to spend with me and the kids and I had something besides my own loneliness to focus on. Gradually things got better. I quite drinking, haven't had a drop in over seventeen years.

"Then it really is happily ever after."

"Oh, I don't know. We still have our problems. I still think he spends too much time with his work. It's been rough with Laura away at college. I miss her so and I still fight the insecurities which seem to nag me constantly."

What? A beautiful, successful woman like you with insecurities?"

Shanti let her hand rest on Claire's neck for just a moment.

Claire blushed.

"I really don't know why. I have a good education, I read, I work out....."

"Your body is very attractive," interrupted Shanti.

"Why, thank you Shanti. A woman my age doesn't get many compliments."

"You should," smiled Shanti. "Beautiful women need to be reminded their beauty is appreciated."

"How true."

"Doesn't Mr. Walker appreciate you?"

"Oh I suppose. It's just that....."

"What?"

"He still spends a lot of time at the office. I guess I shouldn't feel this way, but sometimes I think he wants more than I can give and he seems distracted lately, especially the last few days. He's hardly even looked at me."

"We all get distracted at times, Mrs. Walker.

"You think so? And please, call me Claire."

"Yes, of course," said Shanti, setting the brush aside and beginning to lightly massage Claire's shoulders. Claire sighed deeply, at ease with this beautiful young woman who seemed to understand her as few others in her life had. She loosened the sash to her robe and slipped it off her shoulders so Shanti's hands could rub away the tension.

"We need distractions to keep life from becoming monotonous. A little variety can put some excitement back into a marriage or a life."

"You really think so?" asked Claire.

"Absolutely."

"But..."

"So many people, Claire, seem to always do what's safe, what's expected. Their lives become humdrum, bland, dull."

Shanti's hands now moved to Claire's back as, even through the silk nightgown, the massage was slowly becoming sensuous as well as physically relaxing. Claire suddenly realized her feelings were changing from simple enjoyment of the physical stimulation to a sensual pleasure as Shanti's hands would momentarily dip under her arms, the tips of her fingers close to Claire's breasts, then move in tantalizingly slow circles to the cleavage of her hips and back up again. Claire felt slightly feverish, a lump in her throat. Was it just her or was Shanti.....

"Why don't you lie down so I can give you a full massage."

Claire felt Shanti's hands slide the straps over her shoulders and pull the nightgown down to her waist. As Claire lay face down, her arms folded under her head, she felt Shanti slip the gown down and off.

"Oh, I..." she started.

"Yes?" asked the Creole.

"Nothing," said the now naked woman as Shanti spread wonderfully warm oil on her back and legs and began sensuously rubbing in the oil from neck to waist.

"So you think everyone needs a little excitement in their lives?" asked Claire, picking up the conversation again.

"Don't you?" replied Shanti, her hands now moving tantalizingly up and down the older woman's legs, working in the oil and working Claire's temperature upward as well.

"I'd be afraid..."

"Being afraid is what keeps ninety-nine percent of the people in the world from doing what they would really like to do."

"But how..."

"First, by recognizing your needs and desires and secondly by having the courage to act upon them."

Shanti's hand found Claire's buttocks and began kneading.

Claire burned. She had never been touched like this by a woman. Shanti's massage was not only pleasurable, but was proving to be erotic and exciting as well. Claire felt her nipples; grow hard as Shanti's fingers worked their way down her anal cleavage, briefly touching pubic hair. Feeling a bit wicked, her breathing becoming more rapid, Claire spread her legs just slightly.

Shanti's hand was not long in again finding the forbidden area and this time her fingers momentarily made contact with labial lips.

It was electrifying. As much as Claire knew what was happening was wrong, she did not want it to stop because it was exciting, it was erotic and it was forbidden.

"We should all let ourselves go once in a while....just let it happen."

"Even when we know we shouldn't?"

"Especially then!" said Shanti.

"You're sure?" asked Claire, her voice full of trepidation, yet driven by need, "even something we've never tried before?"

"That is the best of all," smiled Shanti, her finger finding the woman's nest and slowly penetrating to find Claire's small mound of joy.

Claire's fears were suddenly overwhelmed by her own lustful desires. She grunted, then began thrusting as Shanti rammed her finger as far into the woman as possible, then brought it back to the clit for a rapid stimulation or two before ramming it deeply into Claire again. She kept her finger in the woman as Claire rolled over onto her back.

Still thrusting, Claire pulled the chemise off her seductress. Hands found breasts and suddenly she felt the fire of Shanti's lips upon her own, soft, sensuous and strong as Shanti's tongue forced open Claire's lips and violated her willing mouth. Shanti's other hand found Claire's breast just in time to feel the nipple suddenly harden.

"Oh!.....Oh!.....Oh Shanti!" cried Claire as the orgasmic deluge rushed over her. Shanti's fingers kept up their pace and twice more the housewife's body shivered uncontrollably with delight.

"Oh Shanti, I shouldn't have done this!" whined Claire.

Recognizing the game which Claire wanted, seemed to need to play, Shanti straddled Claire's body.

Claire looked into Shanti's eyes, her own afire with frenzied desire.

"You're going to punish me, aren't you?"

"Of course, what did you expect?"

Shanti grabbed two strings of leather from the nightstand and tied each of Claire's hands to a corner of the headboard.

"What are you going to do with me?" asked the obedient slave.

"You've had you fun, now it's my turn," replied Shanti, moving up to place her nest close to Claire's mouth.

"No! No!" cried Claire playing out the game.

Two vicious slaps across the face and the housewife was quivering, not just with pain and fear, but with sexual excitement.

"You're a tramp Claire! You pretend to love your husband, but at the first opportunity you jump into bed with whoever comes along."

"Yes, you're right," she whined, "I'm no good."

"A slut! A whore!" cried Shanti.

"Yes, I deserve whatever I get. Punish me!" Two more slaps across the face and Shanti buried her nest in Claire's mouth. The older woman knew nothing of oral sex with a woman, but her willing tongue found its way into her seductress turned dominatrix and before long Shanti's body was convulsing.

"Eat me bitch!" commanded the Creole.

Claire redoubled her efforts as she tasted a female orgasm for the first time.

"Like it, don't you?" sneered Shanti, still playing her role.

"Yes! Yes!" breathed Claire as Shanti untied her and lay down on her back.

"Then you'll give and take," said the darker skinned beauty as Claire swung across Shanti's body to straddle her, each now facing the other's nest. Claire lowered her mouth to Shanti's nest as her own labial lips felt first a passionate kiss and then the younger woman's tongue. Passion was instantly renewed and both women orgasmed repeatedly.

As Claire climaxed for the sixth time, Shanti, unknown to Claire, motioned to the door, which suddenly burst open.

"Claire!"

"Wha....."

The bright flash both startled and momentarily blinded the housewife.

Drummond Walker stood looking at the two naked women, camera in hand, as they still lay in the classic mouth to nest position.

"Drummond, I......" cried Claire, almost comically reaching to cover herself with a corner of the bedspread. She rapidly began to climb off of Shanti's face and recover some degree of dignity.

"NO!" shouted Drummond, freezing his wife astride of her lover. "You may as well stay where you are! I've seen everything there is to see!"

"Oh Drummond," cried Claire, the tears beginning to flow.

"Obviously you didn't plan on my getting finished at the plant early," he said, his voice icy.

"This is my fault," said Shanti, playing her part as she lifted Claire off her far enough to speak. "I said she should experiment, experience something new."

"And did you like it Claire?" he sneered, amazed at how well Shanti had planned this encounter.

"I... I... yes... but..."

Claire's head hung in dejection and shame, her voice was weak, ashamed.

"So, what shall I do with you Claire?"

Visions of recrimination, divorce, being declared an unfit mother, losing the children drove her to repent, to gain forgiveness at whatever the cost.

"I came back early to surprise you with a romantic evening," spat the "enraged" husband, "but obviously you had other plans!"

"Oh God, I'm so sorry Drummond! I'll do anything to make it up to you!"

"How do you make up something like this?" he shouted as he held up the instant print, the image beginning to develop.

"But when...?"

"I could hear the two of you as I came up the stairs. You sounded like two animals in heat!" Claire hung her head in shame.

"So I peeked in to find my wife... the mother of my children, fornicating with our housekeeper and a mulatto for God's sake!"

"I... I don't know what came over me!" wailed Claire.

"Well here, let me show you!" snarled Drummond, showing her the print now fully developed.

"Drummond I....."

"You're a whore Claire! A slut! You whored around years ago and now you're whoring around again! You belong on a street corner or in a cheap hotel room!"

"I'm sorry Drummond! I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise!"

"How Claire? How can you possibly make this up to me?"

"Hurt me in any way you wish, Drummond! I deserve it! I will gladly accept whatever punishment you give me! I'll do whatever you say!"

"Then you shall pay!" pronounced Drummond, unbuckling his belt.

Claire, suddenly realizing that her husband was sexually excited as much as angry, saw a desperate chance to save herself, her marriage, her family.

"Yes, anything, ANYTHING!" she wailed as the belt smacked smartly across her back.

"I'm contemptible, vile and repulsive," she cried as the lashes continued.

"Ready for the real punishment?" he smirked, full of satisfaction as he pushed her over into Shanti's nest once again. With Shanti's mouth covering her nest and her rear now high in the air, Claire suddenly realized what the price of forgiveness was to be. The whipping had excited her, but the fear in her voice was real.

"I don't think I can....."

"You'd better or you can start walking!" he almost shouted as he stood by the bed inches away from her rear. He held up the photo for her to see. All too graphically, she and Shanti were plainly identifiable. She reached for the picture, but Drummond snatched it away.

"A small price to pay for my keeping this picture away from the kids and a divorce court, wouldn't you say?"


At Drummond's command, Shanti's tongue began to feast upon her clitoris, which, added to her already aroused state from the whipping and what was at stake, brought Claire to resignation.

"It's yours!" she cried as she bent over again, buried her tongue into Shanti and trembled in fearful expectation.

Drummond had already applied the lubricant so a single violent thrust sent him completely into her. She screamed, but the screams were smothered in Shanti's nest. The pain was excruciating as the frustration of years of denial were vented in his wife's anus. She felt as if a red hot poker were searing its way through her. She screamed again as he began strong, deep thrusts, but the pain quickly turned exhilarating and soon her masochistic compulsions were driving her both downward into Shanti's mouth and backward to receive her anal punishment.

Drummond and Claire's orgasms were simultaneous. She felt his semen, hot within her rectum. As he pulled away, she fell over onto the bed.

"Your ass is tight, Claire, tight and satisfying. From now on you'll bend over and give it to me whenever I want.

Understood? "Yes," was her weak, tearful reply.

"But you know, you're right Claire, we should experiment, try something different!" He motioned aggressively to Shanti to come to the edge of the bed. She looked to Claire who lowered her head in silent helplessness.

Drummond could hardly contain his mirth as he held out his semi-erect rod.

Shanti took it deeply and began sucking as Claire turned away in shame.

"I think I'm going to like this housekeeper, Claire!" He was throbbing again in seconds and pushed the Creole backward on the bed beside his wife.

"Now let's see how different it can be!" he said, motioning for Shanti to spread her legs.

"Mrs. Walker!" cried Shanti to Claire in mock horror. She spread her legs and closed her eyes. Drummond almost laughed when Claire grabbed the girl's hand as if to comfort her.

He buried himself completely in the young housekeeper, who issued cries of pain and anguish, much to the chagrin of Claire and to the hidden amusement of herself and Drummond.

"He's raping me, Claire! Please, make him stop!" She looked up to her husband who's eye momentarily caught hers.

"Not a word Claire or you both walk!" Silently weeping, she squeezed Shanti's hand, her own soul racked with guilt that she would sacrifice this woman to save herself.

"Oh God! he's too big! He's ripping me apart!" cried Shanti, Drummond's smile of admiration for her acting being taken for sadistic glee by Claire.

"Drummond, please!" she pleaded.

"Shut up slut! You had your fun. Now it's my turn!" Again there were screams and cries from the Creole as if her body were being torn apart, but it was Claire's soul which was being rent asunder.

Finally, after what Claire thought an interminable time, Drummond gasped, clinching his teeth, his eyes closing involuntarily as his body convulsed several times.

Shanti threw her hands over her eyes and began weeping, or so Claire thought.

Drummond withdrew and stood looking down at the two woman.

"How could you?" asked Claire.

"And how could the two of you do what you did? Just remember Claire, you did it first and you did it behind my back!" She could no longer meet his eyes. Her head slumped in dejection and defeat. Drummond winked at Shanti, who smiled conspiratorially.

"You want to experiment? All right, we'll experiment!

Shanti, from now on, you'll start sleeping with us whenever we want!" Shanti looked to Claire, whose eyes were filled with anguish, but who said nothing.

"And while we're at it, Shanti, you will find another woman for me, is that clear?"

"Drummond...!" gasped Claire.

"Keep quiet and I'll let you keep your little French- chocolate pastry here," he said motioning to Shanti.

"You... you want me to find a woman to come to your bed?" asked Shanti in feigned shock.

"Yes and I want her by tomorrow night!"

"But... but that isn't much time."

"She'd better be young and pretty and......" he said looking at Claire, "a fantastic fuck! If not," he said to Claire while nodding toward Shanti, "I'll take this little chocolate delight for myself and give you your walking papers!" Claire broke into uncontrollable sobs. Shanti's comforting did little good.

"Yeah," he said, "I think I'm going to like this experimenting a lot! As for now," he said, lying on his back in the middle of the bed, "entertain me!" Three bodies twisted and churned in carnal carnage until the early morning hours when Drummond and Shanti fell asleep from exhaustion. Claire thought to retrieve and destroy the photo while Drummond slept, but she was lying between Drummond's legs and every time she tried to move, he would begin to awaken.

Claire Walker cried most of the rest of the night, partly from the physical pain and cramping as Drummond had taken her rectally twice more. it was, however, the emotional pain of what this indiscretion had already cost and more importantly, what the future costs might be, which tormented her the most.


CHAPTER EIGHT

The next morning Shanti briefed Laura on the plan. The girl was at first reluctant as she and Jody had become almost inseparable, but when Shanti reminded her of what they had seen the night they looked in on her parents, especially the size of her father's rod, the girl became most willing.

For Claire's benefit, Shanti made several bogus phone calls and even went out for a couple of hours to supposedly arrange tonight's encounter.

When she returned, she found Claire in the kitchen busying herself baking.

"Where are Jody and Laura?" asked Shanti already knowing the answer.

"Out for a drive," answered Claire, tears still visible in her eyes.

"She'll be here at eleven-thirty. I made it late so Laura and Jody would probably be in bed," said Shanti with a lifeless voice which belied her true excitement.

Claire winced.

"I'm sorry," said the younger woman. "I know much of this is my fault....."

"No," Claire interrupted, "I'm getting exactly what I deserve. I didn't have to let you seduce me, have sex with you, but I did. I've always been weak and now I've put my whole life, our children, our happiness in jeopardy."

Tears began flowing amid great sobs of grief.

"Why do I always screw things up? When we were first married, I almost destroyed our marriage with my drinking and affairs. Now I've cheated on my husband again, driven him to prefer other women in his bed. Why? Why must I always destroy what I want the most?"

The last words were almost unintelligible. Her sobs increased and practically took her breath as she tried to pour out her feelings to a woman who held her hand and outwardly sympathized, but inwardly laughed, reveling in Claire's misery.

"What will you do?" asked Shanti.

"What can I do? I must do what he wants. I deserve this humiliation, but the kids.....they must never see that picture.

I don't think I could.....would want to live without my children!"

"I'd like to help," breathed Shanti, walking up from behind.

"Help, but how......? Shanti's arms went around the woman, her hands cupping large breasts while her fingers and thumbs squeezed nipples.

"No, this is what got me into....."

But already her eyes were closing and she was reaching back to caress the lips now kissing her ears and neck.

"The only way you will be able to forget what is going to happen tonight, is to concentrate on now," Shanti said, spinning Claire around and kissing her deeply.

"But I..."

"We are alone, Claire, truly alone."

Shanti pushed the older woman against the wall. While her hands unbuttoned blouse and bra, Shanti slid her leg between Claire's and brought her knee up hard against the crotch of the excited older woman.

Claire's breathing was heavier. She knew what was in store for her, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"Since you're always messing things up, what do you think you deserve, Claire?"

"... to be punished" The slap caught her across the face as Shanti's other hand pulled off her blouse and bra.

"So you climb in bed with women, do you?"

"...Yes..." came the outwardly weak, but inwardly excited reply.

Slap!

"Suck their tits!"

".....Yes....."

Slap "Put your tongue in their pussies!"

".....Yes....."

Slap Claire slid to her knees, looking up to Shanti in supplication.

"Then let's see how good you are at it!" sneered the Creole, hiking her skirt, revealing she wore nothing underneath.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" cried Claire, her mouth opening to accept her punishment.

As she finished her fifth orgasm, Shanti smiled, realizing she had Claire Walker exactly where she wanted her.


CHAPTER NINE

There was a knock at the bedroom door. Drummond and his submissive wife had retired soon after Jody and Laura said good night and had been waiting for this moment, one with eager anticipation, the other with resignation and despair.

Drummond acted shocked when Shanti quietly slipped in.

"Well?" he snapped.

"She's here," said Shanti.

"Well, bring here in!"

"She has a request."

"What kind of request?"

"She wishes to keep her identity a secret."

"A secret?"

"Yes. She lives nearby, her father works for your company and she is well thought of by her friends and family," said Shanti, thinking to herself that while her statements might be misleading, they were not altogether false. "For these reasons, she is willing to take less money if you will allow her to service you in darkness and not be asked to speak, so no one can know her identity."

"In the dark?" repeated Drummond just as he and Shanti had rehearsed, "Hey, I'm not so sure I like that....."

Claire spoke up softly, pleadingly.

"Please Drummond, please!" she beseeched as she hoped both she and the woman might salvage some small measure of dignity if they could provide their carnal services in darkness.

"Well....." mused Drummond.

"Otherwise, sir," informed Shanti, "she will refuse altogether."

"And you'll be out hunting up someone new!" he retorted.

"Drummond, please!" begged Claire.

"Oh, all right!" he finally declared, amazed at how easily his wife had been manipulated into exactly what Shanti had planned, "but she had better be good.....and so had you!" he reminded her by reaching over and painfully squeezing Claire's nipple.

"If you are in agreement, I will send her in," said Shanti.

"Yes, by all means!" he grinned at Shanti as he motioned for Claire to turn out the table lamp.

Shanti flipped out the overhead light as she was closing the door, leaving the room in total darkness.

Claire's voice was little more than a whisper.

"It's not too late, Drummond. Call it off! Don't do this!"

"Shut up! You're the one who wanted something different.

Well , you're about to get it!" Several seconds passed as both husband and wife peered into the darkness. Their attention was suddenly riveted to the sound of the door handle turning softly. Slowly the door swung open.

The small light at the end of the hall was on, silhouetting the figure who stood in the doorway. The lines of her thin body showed clearly through the flimsy negligee.

"My God Drummond, she's only a girl!" whispered Claire.

"Hush and keep quiet," he retorted. "Come on over here," he invited, "and let's get to know each other."

Claire and Drummond saw hands reach to the shoulders and the nightie fall away. The nude figure slowly shut the door.

"Over here, just climb in bed between us," intoned Drummond into the darkness.

They felt the bed give slightly as the mystery woman entered from the foot of the bed and slowly brought her body up between them.

Drummond began running his hands over the lithesome body, fondling the nipples of the almost non-existent breasts, then reaching down to her buttocks and squeezing the firm young cheeks.

Claire also felt her husband's hands on the girl's hips.

She lay close, keeping her hands to herself, but as the young body began to respond to her husband's touch, Claire's temperature began to rise and her own nest became wet as her heart began to pound.

"Claire, make this young thing welcome."

The voice was calm, but the undertones carried the threat of ramifications which Claire do not wish to face. Her arms went around the thin body and her hands cupped the small breasts. Her lips kissed the back of the neck. She could hear the girl's breathing become more rapid and felt the girl momentarily push her rear against Claire's nest.

Drummond's hand found his daughter's nest and began playing teasingly in her pubic hair. His other hand cradled her face and his lips closed on hers. The moment was scintillating for them both. Her hand found his erect phallus at the same instant his finger found her clitoris. Their kisses became more frantic as his tongue found the deepest recesses of her mouth and throat and she eagerly drank from him.

Claire, despite herself, was excited as well. Her hands explored the girl's anus. The young body pushed against her finger and Claire, her own breathing coming now in small gasps, gathered her courage and slowly her finger entered the tight young rectum.

Claire thought to herself that considering the damage Drummond's penis had done to her own, mature anus, if he entered this poor girl, she could be severely injured. Yet, she knew he would. He had taken her twice today in her anus with no consideration as to how sore she was and that she was having trouble keeping her bowels from discharging spontaneously. Yes, he would take her, without considering that he might literally rip her apart. She felt sorry for what she knew the girl faced and so to try to prepare her, she began pushing and stretching with her fingers in the hope of enlarging the girl enough for Drummond's massive rod. First a single finger, then a second.

She felt the girl whine slightly but knew her two fingers would be nothing compared to what would impale her there later.

Laura squirmed on Claire's fingers as her nest was equally responsive to her father's stimulation. The feelings of taboo were no longer restraints, but rather stimulants to her desire to have carnal knowledge of the man and woman who were probing her most intimate recesses. As Drummond's tongue again filled her mouth and throat, she took his phallus in both hands. She could feel it throbbing and she shared his ache to have it deep within her. She felt Claire's other hand squeeze her nipple, sending new shivers throughout her body. She was thrusting now, first forward to take her father's finger in her nest, then backward to drive Claire's fingers farther in her tight, dark hole.

Neither Drummond nor Laura could restrain themselves any longer. Claire withdrew from her rear and Laura quickly lay on her back, spread her legs to accept the huge gift. As she felt his shaft begin to part her vaginal lips, she whispered in his ear so that only he could hear, "Yes, Daddy, it's all yours!" Her scream was stifled by Claire's lips upon her own.

Shanti had been correct. As good as Jody was, his lance was no match for his father's. She felt the massive shaft stretch her vaginal lips widely and , as he thrusted, reach much farther into her than Jody ever had. She rose repeatedly to take him while Drummond's own powerful thrusts excited her G spot and pleasure mound. As Drummond's body convulsed shooting her full of his seed, Laura was mindless with ecstasy, experiencing both vaginal and clitoral orgasms.

As Drummond rolled over beside her to recuperate, Laura felt Claire move upward to the head of the bed where she lay back, her legs spread, to accept her reward from the young vixen. Laura was surprised at how sweet her mother tasted. Her tongue played over Claire's clitoris until the older woman was gasping in joy and orgasmed unknowingly into the mouth of her own daughter.

Laura had gone to all fours as she drank from Claire's nest. Before the first waves of pleasure subsided in Claire, Drummond was in Laura again, this time from behind. As she brought Claire to climax for the third time, Laura's own body again heaved in orgasm while her nest juices flowed around Drummond's rod. He withdrew momentarily and Laura was feverish to have him again. She knew where it would be this time and her overwhelming lust was tempered somewhat by the knowledge of how large he was.

Her scream of, "Oh God!" was muffled in Claire's nest, otherwise her mother might have recognized her voice. Laura felt she would burst, that her body was being ripped open. As gentle as he was and despite the abundance of lubrication, his penis was simply too large to enter her anus. Disappointing her father was the last thing on her mind, however, so she closed her eyes, bit her tongue, reached back to spread her anal lips as widely as possible and without concern for her overstretched anal canal, pushed backward with all her might. By the third push she had him buried completely in her bowels. Tears and orgasm flowed together as Laura took him again and again until she felt him explode, felt his warm seed inside her.

Laura's hands reached up to fondle Claire's lusciously full breasts. Laura was envious, hoping her own would someday match those of her mother., but knowing she would be content with a bosom even half her mother's measurements. Claire scooted downward until her head was between Laura's legs where she began to feast. Laura's small body rode her mother's mouth to orgasm repeatedly.

While Claire's tongue continued to drive her to climax after climax, Laura bent over and her mouth found Drummond's penis. Even though only semi-erect, his long shaft filled her mouth and throat. Not yet having learned how to deep throat a penis, Laura was stunned as her father obviously wanted more.

Slowly, she took him deeper, fighting back the urge to gag time and again. As her lips finally rested in his pubic hair, his rod spasmed and she felt the rush of hot sperm. Not even having to swallow, she felt it ooze its way into her stomach. She took him back into her mouth and shortly he was throbbing again.

Drummond laid on his back.He helped Laura to straddle his head, placing her nest in his mouth while he pulled Claire across him to bury his manhood in her nest as she also rode him.

Both women orgasmed repeatedly. Claire was thankful as she felt her husband's seminal fluid shoot into her. Perhaps she was still good enough to bring him satisfaction. Nagging at the back of he mind, however, was the fact that as he came, his hands were fondling the breasts and his tongue was inside the nest of a woman only half her age.

The three were exhausted and napped a bit. Claire awoke to find the girl's tongue in her rear. The sensation was erotic, not at all like the invasive pain of a penis. She squirmed a bit on the soft wet tongue and lips before she and Laura rolled into the classic sixty-nine position and feasted on each other's nest. Three orgasms later, Claire held the mystery girl in her arms and their kiss was long, tender and sweet.

"Don't take him away from me, please," Claire whispered into the girl's ear. "I know you're young, your body is tight and firm, that he prefers you, but I have two children who would be hurt deeply if our family is torn apart. Take his money, his passion, even his affection, but please.....I beg of you.....leave me my husband."

In answer, Claire felt the girl's hand rise to her breast, fondle the nipple and gently squeeze as their lips met again.

"I wish I knew your name so I could express my gratitude properly, but thank you young lady, whoever you are.....thank you!" said Claire through tears.

Again their lips met and Claire Walker felt in her heart, at that moment, that this was truly a woman she could love.

Drummond awakened and there was yet another intensive round of sexual feasting which Claire now joined without reservation.

As her efforts almost matched those of the young mystery woman, her husband was both pleased and puzzled as to the cause of the sudden increase in his wife's sexual appetite.

At three a.m. , the orgy over at last, Laura kissed her father and mother deeply, picked up her long discarded lingerie and moved to the door. She stood in the doorway briefly, again outlined against the hallway light and blew them a kiss before silently slipping into the hall and closing the door behind her.

"You know I'm going to want her again," said Drummond.

"I know," came the quiet submissive reply, "I know."


CHAPTER TEN

Over the next several weeks, Laura visited her parents bedroom almost nightly. Her sexual prowess continued to amaze both her father and mother. Claire remained ignorant of the girl's identity even though she commented twice to Drummond that , in certain ways, their mystery lover reminded her of Laura.

Drummond, on the other hand, was developing more and more a taste for his daughter instead of his wife. As their threesomes continued, most of his attention was focused on the girl. Claire still tried to join in and Laura still made love to her, but Drummond obviously preferred the nest, mouth and rear of the succubus who visited them in darkness. Several times Drummond had invited Shanti to join them for a foursome, but it became painfully apparent to Claire that Shanti was there to occupy her so Drummond could devote his full attention to his young lover.

Claire despaired of Drummond's withdrawal of affection, but could only hope the young girl would keep her promise and that eventually Drummond would rediscover her.

Drummond was careful, but his sexual advances toward Laura were not confined to nocturnal trysts in a darkened bedroom.

They often would exchange coy smiles at the dinner table or elsewhere. While Claire was out shopping one Saturday, Laura left the bathroom door unlocked for him and he joined her in the shower. She smiled to herself as Drummond climaxed in her, for only minutes earlier, in her bedroom, Jody had left his seed in her after she first amazed him by swallowing him entirely as she had learned to do that first night with her father.

Shanti had warned Laura to be careful, that he father did not know about Jody yet. She was still a bit uncertain as to how Drummond would react to know that his son was not only bedding down his daughter, but his lover as well.

Jody knew, however, of Laura's nocturnal rendezvous with her parents.

Shanti had had to explain why Laura was no longer coming to Jody's room at night. The boy was, at first, indignant, jealous even, but resigned himself to afternoon and early morning trysts with Laura. She, on the other hand, continued to visit Jody when he requested and while she had to admit she enjoyed making love to Shanti and her mother, it was her father who was best at satisfying her carnal cravings.


It was a Sunday afternoon, Early summer showers were falling outside. Claire was helping with a church bazaar in town. Drummond had finished reading the paper and tuned in a ball game on TV, but he felt restless. As the screen faded to a commercial featuring a beautiful young model in tight jeans, his mind drifted to Laura and the possibility of an afternoon delight. Since the downstairs was deserted, he walked upstairs and knocked on Laura's door lightly. There was no answer. He thought maybe she might have gone to the bazaar with her mother, but as he turned to leave, muted but unmistakable sounds drifted to him from Jody's room. Pausing outside his son's room, he put his ear closer to the door. No one spoke, but the sounds were clear and evident.

Shanti had finished folding some clothes and was on her way out of the upstairs bathroom when she saw Drummond poised at Jody's door listening. Realizing what was probably going on in the boy's room, she started to say something to the father to distract his attention momentarily, perhaps give Jody and Laura a chance to hurriedly dress and somehow convince Drummond of their innocence.

It was not to be, however, as before Shanti could open her mouth, the father burst open the door to find two naked bodies, one with his phallus buried deeply in the vagina of the other.

"Jody! Laura!" was all Shanti heard before the door slammed shut. From the end of the hallway she could hear voices, first Drummond's, then Jody's and finally Laura's, but they were distorted by walls and distance and she could only make out a word or two, nothing to indicate what was really happening.

Seconds dragged into minutes. The voices died away. She had been expecting the father to burst from the room in anger, yet, so far, that had not happened. Shanti crept down the hall to listen at the door. Her face broke into a smile as she heard soft grunts, moans and heavy breathing. Silently, she turned the knob and opened the door a crack. Laura was on her all fours in the middle of the bed, taking Jody's cock down her throat while Drummond alternately filled her nest and rear from behind.

Quietly closing the door and walking away, her smile widened as Shanti thought to herself that this was one problem which seemed to have solved itself quite nicely.


As the weeks wore on, virtually all of Laura's attention shifted to her father. Jody really didn't mind, however, as Shanti began visiting his room on a regular basis and as good as Laura had been, Jody found this mysterious Creole with the body of a centerfold and an unlimited imagination a very ample substitute for his sister.

Shanti observed the young Walker girl and her father on several occasions, noting that their sexual infatuation had turned to a warped combination of love and lust. Laura was hopelessly in love with her father who returned her affection in proportion to what new and outrageous sexual position or technique she could think of or borrow from Shanti, who seemed to have a never ending supply.

Shanti marveled at how easy it had been for a young, inexperienced woman with a body only marginally attractive to take Drummond away from Claire. Their darkened bedroom threesomes had become twosomes with a heartsick wife lying beside them, as Drummond and Laura would often make love for most of the night. Despite the promise she had extracted, Claire knew she was losing Drummond. Day by day, week by week, they shared less and less and not only in the bedroom. Their long and leisurely dinner conversations which she had so enjoyed were now just inane small talk until Drummond could finish the meal and get to other things. She was thankful that at least he was spending time with the kids, especially Laura who seemed to fawn upon him more and more. But, Claire's mind would always return to the mystery woman with whom Drummond was obsessed.

One night had been especially heartbreaking. Soon after the lights had been turned out and the naked figure had joined them in bed, the girl had climbed atop Drummond and begun to ride him especially vigorously. More in jest than anything, Claire had spoken into the darkness for the girl to slow down or she would give him a heart attack. He had slapped her hard. Not the erotic slap of the games they used to play, but a vicious bruising slap which knocked her off balance and she rolled off the edge of the bed hitting the floor hard.

His laughter came out of the darkness.

"Why don't you just spend the night there for all the good you are. If this little lady screws me to death then at least I'll die with a smile, not having to reassure a tired old middle aged woman that she's still good looking enough for me to want to fuck!" Claire burst into tears.

"Oh, why don't you just get the hell out and leave us alone!" he sneered over her tears.

There was total silence as Claire rose and awkwardly felt her way to the door. She paused momentarily as an idea flashed through her mind. Turning, she reached out and flipped on the light. Perhaps the girl was ugly, perhaps if Drummond saw her, he would no longer be making love to a fantasy, but to a flesh and blood mortal and perhaps she could compete with a mortal.

Perhaps she would know the woman and could shame or threaten her with exposure to get her to agree to cease these ever more erotic orgies.

The girl had anticipated what Claire might do, however, as the light revealed only the sheet drawn over the head and body of the woman, only a portion of leg was left uncovered as she sat astride Drummond.

He laughed again at her to remind Claire she had been outwitted as well as outperformed in bed.

The tears were rolling steadily down her face as she flipped out the lights in frustration and closed the door behind her. As she ran toward the stairs, she paused and considered going to Laura's room, awakening her and confiding in her daughter. She knew, however, what disastrous consequences it would have upon the family and so, discarded that option. She also thought of talking with Shanti but her self vilification was so strong, her embarrassment from failing as a woman so deep, she turned and fled downstairs where for the first time in seventeen years, Claire unlocked the liquor cabinet and found refuge at the bottom of a bottle.

Upstairs in the darkness, the urgent whisper of a young female voice found Drummond's ear.

"Deeper, Daddy, deeper! Yes, DEEPER!"


CHAPTER ELEVEN

Claire's drinking worsened. She began in early morning and continued throughout the day, never straying far from a bottle so that by bedtime she was usually in a complete stupor.

Drummond noted her return to alcoholism largely with indifference. It did take a bit of explaining as to why they had to turn down a number of social invitations, but it also meant that Claire was usually passed out, either in the spare bedroom or on the couch downstairs by the time Laura arrived for their midnight trysts and he therefore had his daughter all to himself.

Shanti decided it was almost time for her to move on. Just a couple of more things to take care of.


It was a weekend and Laura having just returned from town, couldn't wait to share the news with her lover. She asked Drummond to visit her room that afternoon. He was still wary of Claire's finding out, but these days she continually walked around in a fog, hardly aware of who or what was around her, so he agreed.

Shanti saw him slip into Laura's room and listened at the door for several minutes, also fascinated by Laura's news. As always, clothes were eventually discarded and the two began to indulge themselves in what was now an almost daily occurrence.

Shanti hurried downstairs and began folding clothes in the laundry room while keeping a lookout for Claire. Some ten minutes later, she spotted Claire ambling toward the stairs, drink in hand.

"Excuse me Claire. If you're going upstairs would you mind dropping this off in Laura's room. I'm right in the middle of doing laundry and she said she needed it today."

In her alcoholic daze, Claire didn't question the request.

She took the sweater and slowly started up the stairs.

"Oh yes," said Shanti, "if you will, tell her I will sew that button back on her blouse as soon as I'm finished here. Thanks."

As she reached the top of the stairs, Claire started down the hall but paused at her own room to collect her sewing kit.

In her own misery of the past few weeks, she had seen precious little of Jody or Laura. It might be nice to stop by and sew on the button herself, perhaps talk a bit.

She was nearing the door when she heard their sounds of passion. Through the alcohol, she was, at first, simply puzzled.

Then, as awareness began to dawn, a rush of adrenaline from the shock of what she was hearing, teamed with the alcohol gave her the courage to burst suddenly into the room.

Drummond lay between Laura's outspread legs, buried in his daughter's nest. Both were perspiring profusely.

"MY GOD!.....DRUMMOND!.....LAURA!" Drummond withdrew from the girl but made no effort to cover himself or dress. Laura seemed embarrassed at first, but taking her father's lead, simply crossed her legs and turned to face her mother.

"Yes, Claire?" said her husband, his voice steady and in control.

"You've......you've......." Claire stammered, the liquor still impeding her articulation.

"What? Been making love to our daughter. You're absolutely right!"

"But......but.....why would you......?" asked Claire, revulsion and anger building.

"Because she and I wanted to. Can you think of a better reason?"

Claire's mouth dropped open as she looked from her husband to Laura, who smiled confidently, and back to Drummond.

"But Laura.....our daughter!"

"Is quite frankly the best lover I've ever had. She's much better than you ever were Claire. She just keeps getting better and better!"

"You mean......"

"Oh my, yes! Dozens of times by now!" Claire's sense of outrage at Drummond was reaching the breaking point. She still considered Laura a victim, no matter what was said and to think she had passively let another woman share their bed because she felt guilty.

"You might as well know it all Claire. I'd like to introduce you to our mystery lover!" Drummond took Laura's hand and as she stood, she curtsied.

Her father's arm went around her and the two stood naked and defiant before the gasping mother.

"You?.....Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" Images flashed back to their oral encounters, the young body and her own feelings and of how much the woman in the darkness reminded her of Laura. Claire wanted to faint, to gain some kind of relief from this horror. Now, she realized, she too had been a part of this incestuous triangle. She felt she would vomit as both Laura and Drummond faced her unwaveringly, defiant, almost proud.

"Laura, what's he done to you?"

"Nothing I didn't want, Mother. Everything I have done, I have done willingly. I love him Mother, no longer as a daughter, but as a woman. We are in love," smiled Laura. "I didn't intend for it to happen, but face it Mother, Daddy is too much of a man for you!" Claire gasped as she looked back to Drummond. There was real hate in her eyes now.

"You vile, repugnant.......you've defiled our daughter, ruined our marriage, our family......"

"And there's one other thing I've done as well, Claire," he interrupted, "I've filed for divorce!"

"What?"

Claire was beside herself with grief, anguish, guilt, hatred and now fear as her world crumbled around her.

"Laura is moving back here permanently. She will attend the local college and share the house with me," announced Drummond.

"And his bed, Mother. We are lovers now. I'm sorry, there simply is no longer a place for you," intoned Laura.

"Let's be reasonable," said Drummond, "you can have until the end of the month. I will expect you out by then. In the meantime, you can sleep on the couch. Laura and I are tired of making love in the dark. Besides, " he added with venom, "you'll be a lot closer to the liquor cabinet."

Claire reeled from this latest blow, her mind unable to comprehend, let alone cope with the events of the past few minutes.

"But.....I'll take you to court. I'll sue for everything!" she blurted out almost mindlessly.

"Will you Claire? I think not. Just remember, I have evidence of your infidelity. All you have is your word against ours.......and who's going to believe a drunken, lesbian slut, especially when I show them this!" He held up the photo of Claire and Shanti.

Claire's mind could take no more. The liquor teamed with the monstrous pain and anger which raged within her was simply too much. She still held the sewing basket and her hand reached in, found the long pair of shears.

"Shall I tell her....." began Laura.

But Claire's hand now held a firm grip on the scissors and, in blinding rage, before either Drummond or Laura could react, her arm swung upward with surprising strength, plunging the shears inward and upward, the long blade piercing his heart.

His eyes widened for a split second, something unintelligible gurgled from his lips and Drummond fell backward upon the bed. He was dead even before Laura's piercing scream filled the house.

As Claire stood in stunned silence, Laura ran to the still figure, pulled the shears from his chest and screamed again as blood ran onto her hands and arms.

It was now her world which had suddenly been destroyed. The one man who had loved her, given her all she had ever wanted, who was preparing a life for the two of them had suddenly been snatched away. She dropped the shears on the bed and screamed his name again and again as she kissed his dead lips, trying to affect a miracle, to bring him back. to resurrect what had been her entire world. She held him, cradled his head, pleading with him to open his eyes, to take her once again in his arms. When the lifeless body was unresponsive, she beat upon him in frustration with her hands, to cajole, to force life back into him.

"God! I don't know what came over........" cried Claire.

Laura looked up to her mother, her eyes filled with complete and intense loathing. It was she whose mind was now unable to cope and which chose to escape into insanity "You monstrous bitch! she cried, "you've killed the man I love!" Some form of reason returning to Claire , she turned to her daughter.

"But Laura dear, don't you understand......."

"Understand? Understand?" Laura sneered in a voice suddenly strange, higher in pitch than Claire had ever heard before.

Laura's head canted to one side, her eyes were wide and wild, behind them shone only lunacy.

"He wasn't just my lover. I'm going to have his child!"

"Oh my god!" gasped Claire.

"And you, you worthless slut of a mother and wife, you ruined it. You ruined it all!" she screamed grabbing the shears and lunging toward Claire just as Shanti and Jody came running into the room, Jody all but tackling his sister as the shears raked across Claire's shoulder bringing blood from the nasty looking, but superficial wound "I've got to kill her! She deserves to die!" cried Laura in hysteria as Jody pinned her to the floor only with the greatest of effort.

Shanti picked up the phone and dialed 911.

Laura was ranting incomprehensibly, her eyes wild, her mind gone.

"Claire," said Shanti to the dazed woman, "get to the bathroom and get something on that cut, I'll be in in a minute to bandage it."

"But......but.....Laura!"

"Jody and I will take care of her. Now go on before you lose too much blood."

"Uh.......uh.......yes......" murmured Claire as she stumbled into and down the hall.

Shanti turned to Jody who still held Laura whose thumb was in her mouth as she hummed a nursery rhyme and crouched in a fetal position, her eyes gone from violent to empty.

"Before the police get here," said Shanti, we'd better decide what we are going to tell them."


CHAPTER TWELVE


A week later, Claire and Jody were sitting in the living room as Shanti entered, suitcase in hand.

The police had accepted their story almost without question. Drummond had raped his daughter who, when she found out she was pregnant, stabbed him to death and wounded her mother as she tried to intervene.

Laura was certainly not going to refute that since she was now being confined in an institution for the criminally insane.

She was steadily regressing into a world of infancy where painful memories did not exist. An examination had indicated she was indeed pregnant. The doctors were, quite frankly, not optimistic regarding her recovery.

At the funeral, Claire had come to realize how different life would be now for her and Jody as, because of the rumors already flying of incest between Drummond and his daughter, very few of even their closest friends had attended. Jody's friends had suddenly quit calling or coming by. Claire and Jody were finding out how very much alone in the world they now were.

Claire sat, drink in hand, already stuporous even though it was only mid-afternoon.

"I'll be leaving now," announced Shanti.

"Don't go," pleaded Jody for several reasons, most of them having to do with his bedroom.

"Must you?" asked Claire, still unsure, especially through the alcoholic haze of whether she should be happy or sad. Shanti had lied that she had been forced to participate in the deception regarding Laura's mystery identity. Claire wasn't sure she believed her, but by now it didn't much matter whether she believed the woman or not.

"Yes, my work here is finished."

"I......I'll write you a severance check," muttered Claire as she rose and walked slowly from the room.

"I'll miss you," smiled Jody.

"Perhaps not as much as you might think," replied Shanti.

"What do you mean?"

"Let me explain before your mother gets back."


A few minutes later Claire returned with the check. Shanti deposited it in her purse. She turned to Jody.

"Jody, there is something private I want to say to your mother. Would you excuse us?"

The boy grinned, nodded and left the room.

"What is it Shanti?" asked Claire as they stood facing each other.

"You once asked me why I had come here to work and I told you it was simply because I needed the money."

"Yes."

"That wasn't the whole truth, Claire. Do you remember my interview, when Drummond told about how his grandfather had bought this house?"

"Yes, from an old drunken Frenchman."

"That old drunken Frenchman was my great grandfather."

Even through the liquor, Claire's interest was aroused.

"Of course your husband left out a few important details.

He failed to mention that his grandfather was a banker and heartlessly foreclosed on a loan to drive my great grandfather off the property so he could buy it for a song. He also didn't tell you that bankruptcy drove my great grandfather insane. His wife left him and he went to live deep in the bayou....."

Shanti's voice was beginning to be tinged with venom.

".......where he lived with a black woman for the remainder of his life. They had twelve children, seven of them girls and he, in his insanity, raped every one of them. Three of those daughters bore his children. One was a girl who he impregnated when she was twelve and he almost eighty. The son she bore was my father."

Shanti looked the older woman eye to eye with a controlled hatred in her voice.

"My father began raping me at the age of nine. I told Laura I seduced my brothers. In reality, they took me the same way my father did. I have two children Mrs. Walker. One is both my son and my brother. The other is my daughter and my niece."

"My God Shanti, I had no idea!"

"No. I suppose you didn't. Your kind never does. You who have riches and power prey on those who don't. My great grandfather was an honorable man until he was driven to insanity."

"Then you........? What happened......?"

"Was my little way of extracting revenge on the Walkers. I wasn't after you personally, you just happened to be a part of the family I hate and shall hate to the day I die!"

"You.....you planned all this to happen?" asked the incredulous Claire.

"Yes, I wanted to see this family suffer as mine has done.

I wanted you to experience the degradation and torment of incest. Drummond's death and your daughter going insane were just unexpected icing on the cake!" added Shanti smiling.

"You vile, evil, despicable......" sputtered Claire.

"Call me what you will. It is no worse than what my family has been calling the Walkers for three generations!"

"Get out! Get out of my house and never come back!" shouted Claire.

"Don't worry, it will be my pleasure! By the way, you'd better hold on to Jody. He's all you've got now. He should be great company for you. I took him to bed a number of times. He's quite good you know, energetic and eager to learn!" retorted Shanti smiling wickedly as she opened the door and strode confidently to the waiting taxi.

She looked back only once as she was getting into the cab.

Already, the lawn needed mowing and there were some broken limbs that should have been pruned away. But it was the house, the house so neat and trim which now somehow had taken on the appearance of age and decay. She smiled a final time, closed the door and the taxi sped away.


Claire turned as Jody reentered the room.

"She gone?" he asked.

"Yes, for good. My god, I can't believe how I let that woman deceive me. Why she's nothing more than a common......."

"Whore?" Jody finished it for her. "I don't think you have much room to talk."

"What do you mean?" was Claire's suddenly anxious query.

"Oh she seduced us all but with you it was so easy!. No one forced you to go to bed with her. You chose to strip yourself naked and lie between her legs!"

"Jody!" cried Claire in shock.

"And when Laura came to your room, even if you didn't know who it was, you still had sex with her time after time!"

"Jody, I....."

"There's nothing to say. You're every bit as much of a whore as Shanti. At least she didn't try to hide what she was!"

"Oh Jody," wept Claire, "you're right. I'm so ashamed!"

"You should be. Pretending to be a loving mother while all the time you wanted sex with whoever would give it to you!" Claire started to respond, but no words would come. Unable to face her son, she hung her head, then turned to fill her glass again.

"A bitch in heat who runs to the bottle for comfort to soothe her conscience!"

"Stop it! Stop it or........"

"Or what , Mother? Are you going to kill me too?"

"No, of course not,' she cried, tears streaming down her face, "I love you, Jody!"

"Do you? Do you really?"

"Of course I do! I love you more than life itself!"

"Then prove it!"

"I don;t understand."

He grinned as he took her hand and placed it on his crotch.

"Jody! No!" she said, recoiling and pushing his hand away.

Slap. The open hand caught her across the face.

Slap. Slap.

"Jody... don't..."

Slap. Slap.

"Please!" Slap. Slap. Slap.

"You said just this morning how I'll have to be the man of the house now."

"Yes, but....."

"Well I intend to be just that, the man of this house. A man needs a woman to keep him satisfied. Think you can keep me satisfied, Claire? It was the first time he had ever used her first name and signaled the end of their mother/son relationship. Claire was horrified, yet her underlying masochistic desires had been triggered by Jody's verbal and physical abuse and her heart was pounding in excitement.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice low and subservient, her nest already soaking wet.

"Even a slut has to advertise. Show me what you've got to offer, Claire!" His voice, even his grin was powerful and Claire felt her temperature rising.

"I can't. I won't!"

"Oh won't you? You owe me, Claire!"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't forget who told the police that it was Laura who killed Dad, who gave you the alibi which is keeping you out of jail, maybe out of the gas chamber. And remember, without me, you're alone, Claire, totally alone!" Claire hung her head as Jody smiled in triumph. How easy she was, he thought.

Tears of consternation, remorse and now fear were mixed with those of excitement as her hands reluctantly/willingly went to the buttons on her blouse. She reviled herself silently for wanting this boy/man to see her body and punish her as she deserved, yet her fingers deftly and quickly did their work. As the blouse slipped form her shoulders and fell to the floor, Jody sat back on the sofa to enjoy the entertainment. Shanti had been right, his mother was a pushover. She was responding exactly the way Shanti said she would.

"Strip, slut! Show me everything!" he sneered.

In silent obedience, Claire discarded her skirt and shoes.

Her pantyhose were next and then she stood in front of her son in only bra and panties. At his urging, her hands went behind her and unsnapped the bra, but she held the cups in place as, despite her own overwhelmingly erotic desires, she was also burning with shame to be standing in front of her own son nearly undressed.

He rose and walked to her.

Slap.

"Now, show me what you've got Claire, or get out!" He sat back down.

Slowly her hands released the bra and it fell to the floor, Claire closing her eyes, but unsuccessfully shutting out the feelings of total degradation.

Jody's eyes widened as he saw the large breasts and nipples standing straight and erect.

"Nice tits, Claire. Now show me the rest!" Burning with both erotic excitement and shame, Claire slowly worked the black panties down and off.

Claire Walker stood nude in front of her own son.

She burst out crying, her head in her hands, but he grabbed her by the hair and hit her twice viciously.

"Not a bad body for an older woman, Claire. But if you expect to keep me from looking elsewhere, you'd better put out and you'd better be good."

Smiling, he motioned with his finger downward to his crotch. Claire's eyes pleaded, her head shook back and forth in a negative direction, but slowly she slid to her knees. Her hands went to his crotch and unzipped his pants. She looked up to find him smiling, superiority pervading his expression.

Taking his erect penis in her hand, Claire was amazed at its size for such a young man.

"Now Claire, let's see how good you are!"

"No Jody, please don't....."

He simply smiled and nodded in the affirmative.

She closed her eyes as she took the quivering shaft into her mouth. Although not as large as Drummond's had been, his rod nevertheless filled both mouth and throat and she took him back and forth between deep penetration of her throat and her lips and mouth, licking and sucking him to full erection.

"Now bitch, it's time!"

"You're going to punish me aren't you?" she asked in a voice now devoid of anything except masochistic lust.

He slapped her twice sending her onto her back on the carpeted floor.

"Show me,Claire!" All sense of propriety now washed away by her mindless self vilification, fear, need for acceptance and sexual fulfillment, she grabbed her ankles, spread her legs wide and raised them far in the air, exposing every private recess of her body to the leering boy/man.

His clothes were quickly discarded and he knelt, his shaft inches away from her feverish nest.

"Want it Claire?" Do you want it?"

Her eyes went quickly from his eyes to his throbbing manhood and back again.

She closed her eyes, unable to face the monstrousness of what she was about to do. But at the same time, she knew she wanted it, needed it, had to have it.

"Do you want it?" he repeated.

"Yes, Jody! Take me! TAKE ME!" She grunted as he fell into her with a powerful thrust burying himself completely. In moments he withdrew and placed his lance against her anus.

"YES, JODY! TAKE THAT TOO!" she screamed.

As her own body thrust to meet his and he buried himself in her rectum, the house resounded with her urgent cries.

"Yes! Punish me Jody! Deeper! Rip me open! Yes! Make it hurt! MAKE IT HURT!"

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