Chapter 1

I was aware of Riley moving into her house about three weeks ago. At first I thought she was single because I never saw a man around. I met her several times on my way back to my house after my evening run before I discovered who she is. If I saw her outside I’d smile and say hello as I walked past her house on my cool-down walk which took me past her house.

She kind of pissed me off once when I stopped to talk to her and for some reason the ditz bragged a little about how she stole her husband away from some old broad who didn’t appreciate him. She was obviously pretty damned proud of herself. Then, early one evening, she was outside putting her last name on her mailbox with those stick-on letters. I stopped to talk to her for a minute. We only knew each other’s first names. I didn’t learn her last name until she finished putting up the letters. At first I thought it was just an uncanny coincidence. But when she mentioned her husband’s first name, Seth, I knew it wasn’t a coincidence.

My first response to learning her identity was an almost irresistible desire to smash her head into the mailbox and, while she was lying helpless on the sidewalk, pull every long bleached blonde hair out of the bitch’s head! I had no idea my husband and his new bride had moved into the house down the block! I thought about how much fun it would be to burn the cunt’s house down. Instead, I bit my tongue. I was polite and as friendly as I could possibly be to the sweet, adorable little trophy wife who had stolen my husband away after seventeen years of marriage and two children. She’s very pretty. And very sexy. And she can’t possibly be any older than twenty-one or twenty-two. The home wrecking tramp can’t be more than five or six years older than our oldest son!

I fought back the urge to destroy her. I was as nice as I could be and never once mentioned we had a husband in common. We talked for ten or fifteen minutes. By the time I said goodnight and walked back to my house I was an emotional wreck and I was certain there must be black smoke pouring out of my ears.

I know for a fact Seth knows I live on this street. He hasn’t been to my house but he has called me at work to make arrangements for his visits with the kids, plans which he always has to cancel because “something came up at the office”. Although he has yet to come to the house to see his sons I gave him the address. And now that I think about it, my address was on some of the papers which were exchanged during the divorce proceedings. I know his lawyer handled most of the paperwork but I find it very hard to believe Seth didn’t realize he was buying a house on the street where I live with our two sons.

As soon as the bastard told me he wanted to divorce me because he had found someone new he moved out. He had to. The yelling and screaming was disturbing the neighbors. Ours was not an amicable divorce. The first thing we did was sell our house, the house which had been our dream home. We both have successful careers. I’m not an executive for a huge corporation but I have a decent job and make enough to provide a decent life for me and my kids, though I’ll admit the small alimony check and the child support payments help. At the time of the divorce we were living in a mini mansion on the edge of town. We lucked out in one respect. We caught the real estate market at the top of the curve and sold our mortgage free home for three times what we paid for it. I was able to buy this much smaller but very nice home in a nice neighborhood after the market cooled down and pay cash for it.

I was aware of Riley moving in down the street about a month ago. But I never saw her husband, my ex-husband. I learned from Riley in one of our conversations that her husband has been traveling around the country for almost two months giving seminars to the executives at the company’s satellite offices. He’s apparently the only one in his office qualified to give these classes on changes in the federal law which affect the company he works for. Riley told me she flies to whichever city he’s in every second or third weekend but she’s going out of her mind from being all alone and she still has five weeks to go before he comes home.

I walked the half a block to my house, struggling all the way to calm down before my boys saw me like this. I wasn’t very successful. When I got home the boys were in the kitchen. They had just finished their homework and must have been talking about girls because they went silent as soon as I entered the room.

Aaron, the oldest at seventeen, looked up at me and immediately exclaimed, “Mom! What’s wrong?!”

I went to the wine cooler, got out a bottle of my favorite Bordeaux and a glass and popped the cork. I need a glass of wine or I’m going to pop MY cork! I sat down at the table, poured a glass of wine and gulped down half of it before I put the glass down and asked, “Have you guys met Riley?”

They both grinned and Jason, my sixteen-year-old replied, “Yeah. She sure is hot! We were walking over to Stu’s house last week and when she saw us she came out to the sidewalk. She apologized and said her husband is out of town and she needs help moving an overstuffed chair and ottoman to the other side of a room. While we were doing that she introduced herself and we talked for a couple of minutes. We don’t really know her. We moved the chair and got out of there. She seemed nice, I guess. Why, is she the one who pissed you off?”

“I don’t imagine you got her last name.”

They shook their heads.

“Her husband’s name is Seth Forman. She was just bragging to me about how she took him away from some old broad who didn’t appreciate him.”

The boys sat there staring at me in shock for a minute before Aaron asked, “Is she still alive?”

I had to chuckle at that. But then I nodded and said, “Yes. I’m not going to kill her. But I’m sure as hell going to find some way to make her wish she never met your father.”

“We’d be more than happy to help. It’s bad enough she broke up our family. But to brag about it! That c ... that girl needs to learn some manners.”

I would normally have given Aaron hell. He almost used the word cunt. It’s obvious from the look on his face. But since I called her a cunt not long ago, and since she is one, I just smiled and said, “I’ll let you know what I figure out. She was so fucking proud of herself!”

Both boy’s eyes nearly popped out of their heads. I seldom even think the word cunt. I don’t like it and I don’t think much of people who use it. I’ve never said the word cunt in front of my sons and I never thought I would. I’ve never before said fuck in front of them either. But I’m sorry, Riley is a fucking cunt! I smiled at Aaron and said, “You look shocked. New word?”

“No. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard it before. I don’t know what it means, though.”

Aaron looked at me for a long moment. He looks like he’s trying to read my mind. It won’t do him any good. I’m not thinking too clearly. I’m still boiling over and running on steam.

I finally sat back, tried to settle down a little and asked, “Is everyone’s homework done?”

They both assured me it is. I stood up and said, “I’m going up and take a shower. Maybe that will calm me down a little.”

As I turned to leave the room Aaron said, “Mom?”

I turned back to see what he wants. He’s still trying to read my mind. He hesitated for another moment and then asked, “Were you serious about teaching Riley a lesson?”

Before I could respond he said, “If you are, I read something recently you might find interesting. It’s a bit extreme but it won’t kill her or anything like that.”

“I’m listening.”

“It’s a little far out and you’re probably going to be pissed at me if I show it to you.”

I smiled and said, “I’m supposed to be pissed at you, sweetheart. You’re a teenage boy. I thought you knew that.”

He chuckled and replied, “I didn’t realize you were obligated. I thought it was just something you enjoyed.”

“It’s both. What did you read?”

He closed his eyes and whispered, “I know I’m going to regret this.”

But then he opened his eyes, sat up straight and said, “Are you aware that there are sites on the internet where people can go and read stories of an adult nature?”

I’m not sure I want to follow this conversation to its conclusion. But I sighed and said, “I’ve heard rumors.”

“The rumors are true and much to your surprise I’m sure, teenage boys enjoy reading those stories. I read one recently which is a recipe for gaining total control of another person ... Riley for instance. You could make her do all sorts of humiliating things and film them with your movie camera. And if humiliating her isn’t enough you could get her to confess her sins and her true feelings and provide a copy of that little homemade movie to her husband. Are you curious?”

I must admit that sounds like a very amusing suggestion. I thought about it for a minute before I said, “I’d need more information, but I’d be willing to consider it.”

“I’ll make a copy of it for you and put it on your bed while you’re taking a shower.”

I’d never have the nerve to visit a site like the one where he found that story. And I’ve never read an erotic story. But what the hell, I might enjoy it. A lot of people do apparently.

I nodded my head and said, “Okay. I’m curious.”

I went up to my room and as I got undressed I was distracted from the problem at hand, Riley the homewrecker, by thoughts of my two teenage sons reading dirty stories on the internet and no doubt viewing porn or at the very least pictures of naked women. I suppose that’s normal behavior now for a teenage boy but I can’t help feeling uncomfortable as I imagine the thoughts those things put in their heads. I struggled to push those disturbing thoughts from my mind and concentrate on the hate I feel for Riley. I’m nearly as mad at Seth for allowing himself to be lured away from his family by that ... there are so many ways I could end this sentence that I can’t decide.

I showered, put on some shorts and a t-shirt and sat on my bed. I picked up the single piece of paper Aaron left for me. I thought he was going to print off the story but the paper is just a note telling me the story is too long to print out. It’s on the thumb drive he left on my laptop. My laptop is on my dresser. I got it, brought it back to the bed and while it booted up I stared at the thumb drive I’m holding and wondered if I really want to do this. But I had only to remember the things she said about me and the damage she did to my once happy marriage and my anger returned. I put the thumb drive in the slot. I opened the story and started reading. The story, simply entitled “Revenge,” has a lot of parallels to my life and what Riley did to it.

The gist of the story is that a woman’s life was upended by a woman whose description reminds me very much of Riley. Not just her physical description but her contempt for another woman she doesn’t even know and has never met and the pleasure she took from destroying her.

The woman in the story, Carol, wasn’t married and had no children. Instead of her family, her reputation and her career were taken from her. She was put on the path to retribution by an old boyfriend who heard about what happened to her. It sounded like a pretty simple plan. She arranged a meeting with her nemesis, Nancy, and they sat talking over drinks. As Nancy sat across the table gloating at her she was sipping on a drink laced with a drug which made her unable to disobey a command. While under the power of the drug she was filmed bragging about the things she had done to ruin her protagonist. But that was just the beginning. Once they had the confession on a disk they put a fresh disk in the movie camera and the boyfriend called in a group of his friends. They recorded Nancy happily having what appeared to be consensual sex with a dozen men for hours. That scene was followed by days of public and private humiliation until Nancy was destroyed.

I didn’t plan to but I ended up reading the entire story. I must confess the story was very well written and what I read turned me on, perhaps at least in part because I was able to imagine Riley in Nancy’s place. I’ve been divorced for over a year now. I miss sex. I’m left with some questions, though. I never heard of the drug they used on her. I don’t even know if it exists. And I don’t know a large group of horny men. Even if I did I can’t imagine inviting them over to rape Riley ... though I must admit the concept appeals to me.

It’s still about an hour until bedtime. I went down the hall to Aaron’s room and knocked on the door. I went in and sat on the side of his bed. He said, “Hang on for a minute, mom. Let me finish answering this email.”

He finished typing his response, sent the email and turned to look at me. I’m not ready. I don’t even know what to say. He watched me for a long moment before he quietly said, “Jason and I miss him almost as much as you do. He sends us letters. Well, they started out being letters. Now they’re mostly just quick notes. He’ll call us from time to time and he sounds like he misses us but he never seems to have time to see us. I can promise you Jason and I hate that bitch just as much as you do.”

After a long silence I asked, “Does that drug really exist?”

“Devil’s Breath? Yes. It does. I looked it up. I don’t remember the specifics but it said something about that drug being given to women when they go to the hospital to have a baby. And it does exactly what it did in that story.”

“How can I get some? I doubt very much it’s for sale at the drug store.”

“I can’t say for sure. But I know a guy who sells drugs at school. I can ask him.”

I cocked an eyebrow at him and he smiled and said, “No, mom. I don’t use drugs. I’ve never used drugs and the only alcohol I’ve ever had was when dad let me have a sip of his beer once. It was awful. But even if I loved those things I wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole. I’ve got less than a year of high school left and I’m a shoo-in for a two-sport scholarship. I’m the star pitcher on our baseball team and the starting quarterback on the football team. And we’ve been undefeated for three years.

“I imagine things are different now than when you were my age. Drugs are everywhere. They’re at parties and sporting events. They’re in school. I imagine most of the kids I know use them from time to time. They aren’t addicted. But they use them, so we all know people who sell them.”

“That’s sad. I didn’t know they were that prevalent. No wonder kids are so screwed up now.”

“I don’t know if you can blame drugs for that. From what I’ve heard kids have always been screwed up.”

I sighed and asked, “Can you find out if you can get some of that shit without getting in trouble?”

“I think so. It may take a while. I don’t know if it’s available around here. But I don’t doubt that if I request it someone can make it available or refer me to someone who can.”

“And what about all the horny men?”

“I thought all men were horny all the time! Unfortunately, I can’t see myself going up to men and asking them if they’re horny. However, I know a bunch of horny boys who would love to get their hands on Riley ... including me. That would show her committing statutory rape. Molesting a bunch of poor innocent teenage boys. Unforgiveable!”

That thought makes me very uncomfortable! There’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask Aaron lately but haven’t had the nerve. I guess now’s the time. “Are you a virgin?”

He blushed but answered, “Not quite. I don’t miss it by much. Well, I guess that isn’t an honest answer. But if it makes a difference I’ve only been with one girl and we’re very much in love.”

“Anyone I know?”

“I’d rather not say, at least not yet.”

“I’m going to take that as a yes. Safe sex ... I hope?”

“Yes.”

After a long pause I said, “Okay. Go ahead and see if that stuff is available. But only that stuff. I don’t want to use one of those date rape drugs I’ve read about in the news. I want her to be conscious and aware. I want her able to answer questions because I have a lot of them.”

He nodded and said, “That’s what I want, too. I want her to admit what a gold digger she is and I want to record her answers so dad can see what a fool he was.”

There was another long pause before I said, “Aaron, I want to hurt her, too. I want to pay her back for destroying our family and for how much pride she takes in what she did. But ... I couldn’t get back together with your father. I miss him and I still have feelings for him. But there has been too much hurt, too much resentment. I don’t think I could ever take him back. If you were hoping for that outcome it isn’t going to happen.”

“I understand, mom. That isn’t my goal. I saw all the pain you went through when he left you ... left us, for that woman. I still love dad. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want him to experience some of the pain he caused you. He needs to know how much he hurt you.”

I was about to get to my feet when a question occurred to me. “Does Jason know about this?”

“Yeah. We talked about it.”

“So, I guess he reads those stories, too?”

He grinned and said, “Just about every guy who can read reads those stories. And a lot of girls, too.”

“Really?!”

“Well, I don’t know if it’s a lot. But I know some who do.”

“I can’t even imagine that! I’m approaching my mid-thirties and I’ve never read one before!”

“Never?!”

“Never.”

“Did you enjoy the one I gave you?”

I felt my face turn dark red but I confessed, “Not so much at first. But it kind of pulled me in. And it has been so long. I shouldn’t be talking about that with you. Sorry.”

He shrugged and said, “The times they are a changing.”

“They certainly are.”

I stood up, gave him a hug and said, “I hope I’m not screwing up. I don’t want you to think what I’m planning to do is okay. It’s wrong and I know it. But I hate that bitch so much. I came about this close to punching her right in the face when she was standing there, smiling from ear to ear and bragging about what she did to us. The temptation to ruin her like she ruined my family is irresistible.”

“I understand, mom. I have no plans to go out drugging girls and raping them if that’s what you’re worried about. I hate the bitch, too. I’d hate her even if she had just met dad, they had fallen in love and decided they had to be together. But that isn’t what happened. From what you said I get the impression she apparently set out to destroy our family and take him away from us. Not because she loved him. Because he’s the goose that lays the golden eggs. And she couldn’t be more proud of what she did.”

We just looked at each other for a moment. He’s such an impressive young man. I’m very proud of him. I hope I’m not screwing him up. I sighed and said, “Good night. And be careful. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble because I sent you out to buy drugs which are most likely illegal.”

“I’ll be careful. Good night.”

I started to leave but he said, “Wait! I forgot to give you this.”

He handed me a piece of paper with a web address on it and said, “This is the address of the story site I like. You might find something else you like there. And don’t worry, they’re safe. You just have to go there, sign up for a free membership and that’s it.”

“Thanks. I’ll think about it. Are you sure I won’t turn into a boy if I go there?”

He grinned and said, “I got the address from a girl who writes stories and posts them there.”

“You’re kidding?!!”

“Nope.”

“And she told you that?!”

“Yup.”

He took the paper back and wrote something on it. He handed it back and said, “This is her pen name. You know her but I can’t tell you who it is. That would be breaking a promise.”

Her pen name is Virginia Woolf I Ain’t.

I shook my head and under my breath I exclaimed, “I’ll be damned!”

I went to my bedroom and pulled my covers down. I was just about to lie down when I spotted my laptop. I’m incredibly curious. I’ve never been to a site like that. I’ve never been to any “adult” web site. But I thought about how excited I got when I read the story Aaron gave me and I can’t deny I’m incredibly curious. Not just about the site. I’m even more curious to see what kind of stories a teenage girl would write and post. I just can’t resist. I told myself I’m going to have to broaden my horizons if I’m going to be able to do what I’m planning to do to Riley. But that’s just an excuse. I’m curious. That’s why I want to go there.

I started to fire up my laptop again but had second thoughts. I take my laptop to work when I think I’ll need it. It might be safer to go to my computer room and use my desktop. I went down the hall and for the first time ever I entered my computer room and closed the door. That door has never been closed before but better safe than sorry. I turned the computer on and typed in the address of the story site. Aaron was right about how easy it is to sign up. I was a member in less than ten minutes. Now I just have to figure out how to navigate. I clicked on authors and then on the first letter of Aaron’s friend’s pen name. I scanned down until I found her. She’s quite prolific. She has posted fifty-seven stories! She must live on the computer!

I clicked on her page and started reading down through the titles and synopses. Damn! That girl has a dirty mind!! She wrote the story Aaron gave me which gave me the idea for getting revenge on Riley! I’m more than a little shocked that a teenage girl has such a dirty mind. On the other hand, more than a few of her storylines struck me as sounding like something I might enjoy reading considering the effect the story Aaron gave me had on me so I downloaded half a dozen of them onto a thumb drive. It’s getting late and I have to work tomorrow but I couldn’t resist the temptation. I opened the first story I downloaded and started reading. I hadn’t read for very long before I suddenly realized my hand is between my thighs rubbing my crotch through my thin cotton shorts and it feels very good! And then I did something I’ve never done in my life before tonight.

I minimized the story, went to my room and removed my favorite vibrator from the drawer in my nightstand. I returned to my computer room, closed and locked the door, removed my shorts and panties and sat on them to protect my expensive leather chair. I eased my vibrator into my sopping wet pussy and turned it on. Then I returned to the erotic story, a story which, according to Aaron, was written by a friend of his. A teenage girl!!

The story is about a fifteen-year-old girl being blackmailed by a female classmate. The two girls have been enemies for years and hate each other. The girl being blackmailed is constantly humiliated and sexually abused and isn’t permitted to defend herself from the abuse she suffers. It’s a pretty nasty story but for some reason it’s ringing all my bells. I suspect I may be enjoying it so much because I can picture Riley in that girl’s place and it’s giving me ideas for things I might enjoy making Riley do to entertain me.

It wasn’t until after I enjoyed several gut-wrenching orgasms that it occurred to me that the things I’m going to make Riley do are almost certainly going to be witnessed by Aaron and Jason. No, they won’t be just witnesses. It’s inevitable they’ll be taking part. That bothered me at first. But then I reminded myself that they hate her as much as I do. She took their father away from them. Because of Riley we had to move out of what had been our dream home. They deserve to be allowed to take part in Riley’s downfall.

After all, the inspiration for the things I have planned for Riley was provided by Aaron. He directed me to the story which inspired me and if possible he’s going to get the Devil’s Breath with which I’m going to ensnare that homewrecking bitch. I guess it’s time for me to be realistic. My sons, especially Aaron, are approaching young adulthood. They both read dirty stories on the internet and Aaron has admitted he’s not a virgin. I don’t have the nerve to ask Jason. It’s even more difficult for me to think of him being sexually active. But excluding them from my plans for revenge would just be naïve on my part. I won’t be able to do the things I’m already beginning to plan to do to her without their help.

I guess I’m going to have to have a talk with them if Aaron gets the drug. It’s going to make me very uncomfortable when they join in the fun and start abusing her. I think the important thing is to make it clear to them the things we’re going to do to Riley are an aberration and no way to treat a woman ... or girl.

I also think I need to try to talk Aaron into introducing me to Virginia Woolf I Ain’t. I like the way her mind works and I have a feeling she’d really enjoy helping us out.

I really need to go to bed now. But I’m enjoying the hell out of this story. What the hell, a couple more orgasms won’t hurt anyone.

I turned my vibrator back on and returned to the very hot story I’m reading. I must have let myself get a little carried away because I was just coming down from another earthshaking orgasm when there was a knock on the door and Aaron very quietly asked, “Mom? Are you okay?”

I’m embarrassed but I had to struggle to keep from laughing. I said, “I’m sorry I disturbed you Aaron. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You sounded like you were having a fit.”

I was just about to reassure him again and leave it at that. But then I remembered some of the plans I have for Riley and the parts we’re all going to play in those plans. I think that partly because the blood is still rushing through me like crazy and partly to see how he’d react I said, “I’m okay, Aaron. I was reading one of Virginia Woolf I Ain’t’s stories and my vibrator attacked me. I’ll try to be more careful.”

I heard him chuckle and then he said, “Careful mom. You might be turning into a human being.”

“Aaron, on the subject of Miss Ain’t, I looked through her stories. I like the way her mind works. Do you know her well enough to ask her if she’d like to join us if we get the drug?”

After a long pause he said, “Yeah. But if she agrees to get involved she may ask you to swear to keep her identity a secret. I had to.”

“I can do that. I’d also like to tell her how much I enjoy her stories. She’s very talented.”

“I agree, she’s my favorite author.”

“Just a little idle curiosity, Aaron. I’m getting the impression you two are more than just friends.”

After a long pause he said, “Keep it up and you could just end up with your own television show. You’re starting to remind me of the women on ‘Rizzoli and Isles.’”

“Goodnight, Aaron. I love you.”

“I love you too, mom. Don’t hurt yourself in there.”

“Smart ass!”

For most of the next day at work I was too busy to spend time making plans for humiliating Riley. There were a few times, however, when I spent a few minutes wondering if I wasn’t getting carried away. Especially when it came to involving Aaron and Jason in my plans. That’s actually the part that concerns me the most. I just don’t know how I can avoid it. Aaron already knows the basics of my plan. He’s the one who introduced me to it in that story. I’m pretty sure he has already told Jason about it. They share everything.

And then there’s the mysterious Virginia Woolf I Ain’t. I can’t believe I’m trying to involve a teenage girl in my devious plan. I gather she and Aaron are very good friends if not more than just friends. Without actually acknowledging anything he as much as admitted she’s his girlfriend last night. I’m certainly in awe of her dirty and devious mind. But to involve her in my plans for Riley is something I would never have considered before Riley opened her big mouth.

I’m driving myself crazy. I’ve got to stop thinking about it. I managed to tamp down those thoughts until I went to lunch with Donna, my best friend at the office. All through lunch she kept asking me if something’s wrong because I seem so preoccupied. It required all my willpower to keep from telling her anything. I know that the fewer people who are aware of my strange situation and my admittedly perverse plans for Riley the better. But god it was hard to keep my mouth shut!!

When I got home from work that evening Aaron was just finishing up his homework in the kitchen. The boys have their own rooms with nice desks and computers but for some reason they have always done their homework in the kitchen unless they absolutely needed to use the computer. I guess it’s just force of habit now. Either that or because the refrigerator is there.

I asked him where Jason is. He explained Jason didn’t have much homework and is upstairs checking his email and whatever else he does on the computer that I probably don’t want to know about.

Aaron closed his books, stacked them in front of him and said, “I’ll have the drug tomorrow. Apparently not a lot of people request that particular drug. He had to make a few phone calls before he could find some. I didn’t know what to tell him when he asked how much I want. But the stuff is cheap so I asked him for thirty doses. It’s gonna cost thirty dollars. I only had fifteen so I gave him that and told him I’d give him the rest tomorrow.”