Wild Week Chapter 4 (family fun)

CHAPTER 4 : Still Tuesday

Madeline James was standing at the kitchen counter wearing her white terrycloth bath robe when Gayla knocked on the back door at 11:30. “Come on in, Gay,” Madeline called. Gayla entered, dressed in jeans and a flower print blouse. “Hi,” Maddie greeted her. “Do you want a cup of tea? I was just fixing myself one.”

“Please,” Gayla replied, sitting down at the kitchen table.

Madeline got out another cup and put a tea bag into it, then poured hot water out of the kettle into both cups. She brought the steaming mugs over to the table, setting one in front of her friend before sitting down across from her with her own. Stirring in a spoonful of honey, Madeline asked, “So, what are you doing today?”

“Oh, I’ve got to go grocery shopping this afternoon, plus I’ve got to go to the dry cleaner to pick up Bill’s suits for tomorrow,” Gayla said, slowly stirring her tea.

Madeline smiled. “Have you figured out what you’re going to do for the big send-off?” She was anxious to hear all the details. She had been living vicariously off Gayla’s sex life since that asshole Eddie had run off with his 18 year old bimbo. Working the 3 to 11 shift six days a week at the hospital didn’t leave her much time for a social life of her own.

“Not really,” Gayla answered her. “Bill’s coming home at noon. His plane doesn’t leave until three.”

Madeline was disappointed. Yesterday, Gayla had told her all about her morning escapade, getting her hot as hell. After Gayla had left, Madeline had worn out the batteries on her vibrator. “Well, I probably won’t see you tomorrow then, but I want all the details on Thursday, you hear?”

Gayla looked up from her cup and smiled at her. “Of course,” she said, but the smile faded almost immediately and she finished her tea in silence while Madeline chatted on about work.

“Would you like another cup?” Madeline asked, and at Gayla’s nod went over to the stove and got the kettle and refilled their cups. When she sat down again, she looked at her friend with concern. “Are you all right, Gay?” she asked.

Gayla sighed, stirring her tea slowly, and said, “It’s Bill, Jr.”

“What about him?” Maddie asked, dipping her spoon into the honey.

“Well,” Gayla hesitated. “I sort of, accidentally, sucked him,” she said quietly.

Madeline paused, her spoon full of honey half way to her cup. “What?” she asked, not comprehending.

“Sucked him,” Gayla repeated, looking up at her. “Down there.”

Madeline dropped her spoon. She stared at Gayla in shock as it clattered over the edge of the table and landed on her bare foot, splattering it with honey, before coming to rest on the floor. Dazed, she reached down and picked it up. “You don’t mean…”

Gayla nodded and looked back down to her cup.

“How did that happen?” Maddie asked incredulously.

Gayla sighed again, then began. “He’s been so distant lately. I hardly ever see him anymore. When he is home, he spends all his time in his room. Then yesterday, Brianna told me she thought he had been spying on her. I couldn’t believe it. She’s always been shy, and I assumed she was just being overly sensitive.” She shook her head and sipped her tea.

“But?” Madeline prodded.

Gayla looked up. “This morning when I woke up, he was standing there looking at me,” she said. At Maddie’s questioning look, she explained, “I was uncovered. Naked from the waist down.”

Madeline gasped, covering her mouth. She suddenly realized her room was just across from his, and she often left the shades up and the window open at night. She wondered if he had been watching her, also. The thought sent a thrill through her, wondering what he might have seen. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t know what to do,” Gayla answered. “I knew he would be mortified if I caught him, so I pretended I was still asleep. I thought that if he got a look, it would get it out of his system.”

“Honey, they never get it out of their system,” Madeline said dryly. “Then what happened?”

“Nothing. He looked for a minute, then went off to ball practice.”

Madeline looked confused. “Then how…?”

“He got injured. Some boys brought him home.” Madeline looked alarmed, and Gayla quickly explained, “Oh, he was all right. He just had a scratch on his inner thigh. It went right up to his crotch.”

Madeline sat breathlessly, waiting.

Finally, Gayla continued. “Anyway, here I was, down on my knees in front of him, doctoring this scratch. I had to pull down his jeans and underwear to get to it. I turned around to get a washcloth, and when I turned back he had an erection. I had to move it out of the way to get to the scratch. I just wasn’t prepared for him to be so…well developed!”

Maddie couldn’t help herself, she asked, “How well developed?”

Gayla looked her in the eye. “Very well developed,” she replied, holding her hands apart, estimating the length of his penis. “Anyway, I could tell he was embarrassed. He was so tense, I thought he was going to have a stroke.”

Maddie’s face was flushed, her ears burning. Her pussy was getting wet picturing her beautiful friend down on her knees handling her son’s hard cock. “Then what?” she asked.

Gayla said, “Well, I had him leaning up against the wall, you know? I turned to the cabinet, and when I turned back, he was standing upright away from the wall, and there it was. I almost bumped into it.” She held up a pointing finger in front of her face, in the same position his cock had been. “I froze, this close. Before I even realized it…,” she engulfed her finger with her mouth, looking at Maddie. “In another minute, it was all over,” she said after withdrawing her finger.

“My God,” Madeline breathed, “what did you do then?”

Gayla shrugged. “I told him to change his underwear,” she said.

Madeline let out a guffaw of laughter, then covered her mouth, a horrified look coming over her face. “Oh! I’m sorry Gay! I didn’t mean to…”

Gayla couldn’t help her own giggle at Maddie’s expression. “I suppose it was something a mother would say,” she said, and Maddie snorted again into her hand, cracking Gayla up further. Soon, they were both giggling uncontrollably, driving off their unease, laughing until tears rolled down their cheeks.

“Oh, Maddie,” Gayla said, wiping her eyes, “what am I going to do?”

“Just act normally toward him, I guess,” Madeline told her. “Pretend it didn’t happen.”

“You don’t think I should talk to him about it?” Gayla asked.

“I think he would be extremely uncomfortable talking about it,” Madeline said. “If he’s so well developed, maybe you should send him over to me,” she joked. “I’ll make him forget all about you.”

Gayla smiled at her. “Hussy,” she teased. It made her stop to think, though. She knew Maddie hadn’t had a man since Eddie left.

Madeline reached over and clasped Gayla’s arm. “You want something to eat, Hon? It’d do you some good.”

“Oh, no, thank you, Maddie. I just couldn’t,” Gayla said, clasping Madeline’s hand. “I think I’m going to go get busy, try to keep my mind off things.” She stood up to go. “Thank you so much for making me feel better, Maddie.”

“What are friends for?” Madeline asked. She got up and hugged the shorter woman, saying, “Don’t worry. Things will be fine. Call me if you need to talk.” As Gayla went out the door, Madeline called after her, “And remember, Thursday…”

“I know, every detail,” Gayla interrupted her with a laugh. “Hey, do you want me to let Butchie in? He’s waiting at the door.”

“Yes, okay,” Maddie called back. “See you, Gay.”

After Gayla had gone, Madeline sat back down and took a sip of her forgotten tea. “Yuck,” she said, pushing it aside. It had gotten cold and she had forgotten to add honey, besides. She had gotten calmed down a bit while she and Gayla had laughed, but now she was getting excited again, thinking about Gayla sucking Billy’s cock. He is a good looking young man, she thought. She fantasized about initiating him sexually.

“Oh, Jesus,” she moaned, reaching a hand inside her robe to pinch and twist her erect nipple. She started to get up, planning on going up to get her vibrator out of her bedside table, but she remembered she had forgotten to buy new batteries. “Oh shit,” she cursed. She slid down in the chair, untying the sash and letting her robe fall open. She squeezed both small breasts, tweaking the hard nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Closing her eyes, her head lolling back on the backrest of the chair, she slid her hands down her flat tummy and over her pubic mound, running both index fingers over her rapidly extending clitoris. A shudder ran through her body, and with her left hand she spread her labia, her right going lower to finger her moist hole. Getting her index finger wet with pussy juice, she began tracing light circles around her sensitive clit, pulling the skin back tight with her left.

Suddenly, something rough and wet slid across the top of her foot, causing her to cry out and nearly jump out of her skin. With a startled yelp, Butchie fled across the room. Sighing with relief, Madeline realized he had found the spilled honey, and it had been his tongue licking her foot. Suddenly, a very wicked idea came to her mind. “Butchie,” she called sweetly, “come here, Butchie.” The dog came back toward her, wagging his tail. She pulled him around by the collar to sit in front of her chair. She reached up and dipped her finger into the honey jar, scooping up a dollop and holding it out to Butchie, who sniffed at it and began licking her finger. “Is that good, boy? Yes, you like that don’t you?”

Madeline settled back into her chair, still holding her finger out to the dog, and slid her ass forward to the front edge of the seat, spreading her long legs wide with Butchie in between. Reaching down with her left hand, she again pulled apart her cunt lips. She plunged her finger back into the honey, and spread the sticky substance across her stiff clit and labia, and into her hot cunt hole. Butchie nosed forward, sniffing at her sticky pussy, and began to lap her sweet tasting cunt in long strokes of his rough tongue. Madeline shuddered hard, bringing her right hand up to pinch her nipples. “Ooooh, yes,” she crooned, “good boy. You’re such a good boy.”

She moaned deeply as Butchie pushed his snout harder against her, snorting into her pussy as he tried to get at the honey inside. She picked up the jar and poured more honey onto her spread cunt. It rolled slowly over her clit, coating her pussy lips, running into the gaping hole and beyond to slide over her asshole. Butchie began licking furiously at the deluge of sweet honey, and Madeline reached down and spread her pussy even wider, using both hands. She tried to keep from bucking her hips, not wanting to scare him away, as she felt her orgasm building, rushing up from her hot cunt to engulf her entire body in a tidal wave of intense pleasure. Her entire body quivered, toes curled, stomach muscles rippled, and her breaths came in short little mewling gasps as she came, Butchie licking an entirely different nectar as it flooded from her spasming vagina. Finally, she had to push him away as her orgasm subsided, holding him back with her foot when he tried to get back to her, whining.

After catching her breath, Madeline rose from the chair, pulling her robe closed with mock haughtiness, Butchie looking up at her. “You beast,” she said to him, but then giggled at his quizzical expression. “Don’t think this is going to become a habit, mister,” she said. She went back upstairs and got back into the shower, washing her pussy especially well. When she was out again, she stood at her bedroom window, gazing over at Billy’s window speculatively. Finally, she went down to get herself something to eat before getting ready for work.

* * * * *

Gayla spent the day running errands and doing household chores. She had supper ready when Bill got home shortly after Brianna, and Billy got in just as they were sitting down at the table. He didn’t seem to be troubled by what had happened. If anything, he was less withdrawn than he had been lately, even going in to watch TV with his father after dinner while Brianna helped Gayla clean up. It was such a relief after worrying about him all day. Exhausted, she went to bed early so she could get up with Bill in the morning.

* * * * *

That night, when Madeline pulled into her driveway after work, she looked up at Billy’s room and saw the flickering blue light of his TV. Entering the house, she checked her answering machine, no messages she noted with a sigh, then went and let Butchie in from the back yard. She locked up, climbed the stairs, and entered her room. Before turning on the light, she looked out and noted with a smile that Billy’s window was now dark. She switched on the light and walked over to the window, opening it wide. Standing in front of it, she reached back and unzipped her uniform, taking it off slowly, leaving herself clad in black lace bra and panties. She leaned on the window sill, pretending to catch the breeze. Come on Billy, take a good long look, she thought.

In his room, Billy held the binoculars in his left hand and his hard dick in his right, watching as Madeline leaned into the open window in her sexy black underwear, her eyes closed in a dreamy expression.

“Come on, Mrs. James,” he urged. “Take it off for Billy.” And she did just that, reaching up between her tits and unhooking the front clasping bra, shrugging her shoulders to let it fall to the floor.

Madeline felt the cool night air, her nipples were as hard and stiff as diamonds. She felt the wild thrill of exposing herself to Billy’s eyes. She reached up and gently caressed her nipples, letting out a coo of pleasure as her tits tingled wildly. Drink that in Billy she thought.

He stroked his dick as he stared at her high, firm breasts, her cherry nipples standing out stiffly in the cool night air. Through the powerful binoculars, he could see goose pimples rise on her pale flesh. He held his breath and increased the pace of his pumping fist as her hand wandered down, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, toying with the sheer lace as she looked up at the moon, seemingly musing on some pleasant thought, a ghost of a smile on her beautiful face. Slowly, she lowered her panties, revealing a raven black triangle of pussy hair. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, working the panties down until they fell to her ankles below his sight.

Stroke that prick, cum while watching my body, imagine that you’re fucking me, and as if he had heard her thought, his body stiffened, grunts escaped his lips as his prick erupted, just as she turned and slowly walked to the bathroom, giving him a view of her perfect ass, swishing from side to side as she walked. That kept his dick pumping, thick ribbbons shooting clear, splattering down in the towel he had spread out. His ears were ringing as his cock wound down, then he slumped back in the gloroius feel of afterglow, watching until she emerged from the bathroom, wearing her long nightgown, and crossed to the bed, switching off the light.

In the bathroom, Madeline stood naked at the sink and brushed her teeth, then slipped into her gown. I’ve got to get something sexier, she thought as she studied herself in the mirror. Switching off the bathroom light, she went back into the bedroom, resisting the urge to look out the window as she crossed the room. She turned the lights out and crept back to the window, peeking around the side. She was sure she could see shadowy movement behind the glass. She smiled to herself. Damn, she thought, that strip-tease got me hot, then she remembered she still hadn’t gotten any batteries for her vibrator. She stamped her foot and pouted in frustration, silently cursing herself. She marched straight down to the kitchen and wrote herself a note, BUY BATTERIES, and stuck it angrily to the refrigerator before stomping back up the stairs to her bed.

Once between the sheets she hiked her nightgown up, she was so hot that she barely had time to get into a rhythm, with fingers sliding all over her sodden labia, and a finger gently stroking at her tingling asshole, she filled the bedroom with cries of ecstacy as her body was filled with the rushing waves of orgasm, mmmmm, god she needed that. She finaly sprawled in blissful fulfillment. Her mind was filled with the joking comment she had made to Gayla, of sending Billy over to her house. She had been only half joking. His cock would not only get to wash down her tonsils, she wanted to feel the wet rush of hot spunk filling her tight pussy, she wanted it to get loosened up with a good, hard fucking.

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