Chapter 2

It had been two weeks since Diane had seduced me in my backyard. Two weeks since she somehow talked me into fucking her. I hadn’t seen her since. It had been the most exhilarating sexual experience of my life. Exhilarating because the little darling was a natural, taking to sex like a duck to water. And terrifying too because she was an eighteen year old virgin. Oh, she was legal, but I don’t think her parents would really care about that. I think the only thing they’d care about is that a thirty five year old man had despoiled their baby girl.

I wanted her again. I wanted to caress that amazing body of hers, to play with her softball sized tits and watch her nipples swell. I wanted to hold her ripe ass in my hands, to marvel at her tiny waist, to feel her long, lean legs wrap around my hips as I stroked my cock into her young, impossibly tight cunt. But most of all, I just wanted to hold her, to be close to someone for a little while.

But I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of her, and I couldn’t very well call her. What the hell would I say if a parent answered the phone? ‘Hi, can Diane come out and play?’ Damn it.

Had she found someone else?

My eyes popped open and went to the clock on the bedside table. Two AM on a Saturday morning. Jesus. The middle of the fucking night. I listened carefully, and heard another step squeak.

Somebody was in the house.

Diane!

I silently rolled over to face the bedroom door just as it started to open. The house was dark, only the faint glow of moonlight from the windows lighting my room. The bedroom door swung wide open and a small, woman-shaped person dressed in a short robe drifted silently into the room.

As she approached the bed, I reached out and took her by the wrist, jerked her onto the bed and rolled on top of her, kissing her as my hands found her breasts.

It was not Diane.

It took a few seconds for the big head to discover that. By the time I figured it out, I had both of her breasts in my hands and my tongue about halfway down her throat. She didn’t struggle at all, just let out a surprised gasp as I grabbed her arm, and a throaty, giggling moan as I grabbed her tits and kissed her.

I rolled off her in one hell of a hurry and didn’t stop until my feet hit the floor on the far side of the king sized bed. I snapped on the dim lamp on the nightstand, and found myself standing naked, facing Diane’s mother.

Oh, shit!

She got out of the bed, tightened the sash on her thin robe, which did very little to hide her body the way it clung to her, and looked at me.

“Good morning, Jerry,” she said, as if she were out for a morning stroll, instead of in my bedroom in the middle of the night, wearing something that was considerably more revealing than her everyday attire.

“Umm, hey Laura. Uhh, what’s going on?” I replied lamely, still gawking at her.

Laura was well worth gawking at, especially the way she was dressed. She was a petite woman, thirty eight years old, a couple of inches over five feet tall and very blonde, a lighter blonde than her daughter. I knew that she was a tasty little stack, but one could never really tell, the woman usually dressed like it was nineteen fifty, in ugly muumuu-type things.

But what she was wearing tonight left very little to the imagination. I had gotten a first hand feel of her breasts, and they had been substantial, much more than a handful and bigger than her daughter’s. Now I could see a lot of them, her robe was wrapped tightly around her and she showed a considerable amount of a surprisingly deep cleavage.

Her tits were big, ripe globes that rode high on her chest, standing up almost as well as her daughter’s did. Her nipples were fat and plump, their outline plain through the robe she wore. Her waist was slim and flared out to her unabashedly womanly hips. Her belly looked to be flat and firm, and she had great legs, long and slender and shapely. Her robe, what there was of it, only came down to mid-thigh. I couldn’t take my eyes off her; she looked dramatically different dressed like this. She looked remarkably fuckable, in fact. Especially for her age. Damn few mothers looked as good as she did at thirty eight.

I had not been the only one looking. She had checked me out pretty well too, and her eyes were resting on my cock, which was slowly growing, a tribute to her and the way she looked.

She tore her eyes away from my cock and sat in the only chair in the room. “Sit down, Jerry, we need to talk.”

Oh shit. I’ve never had a woman say that to me and had it turn out to be good. I sat on the edge of the bed. “If you’re over here at two in the morning, we must really need to talk.” I said, struggling to look at her face, instead of her cleavage.

“I was putting away some of Diane’s laundry today,” she said, “and I found her diary.”

I suddenly felt light-headed.

“And I read it.”

I could feel the blood draining from my face. “Oh no!” I moaned softly.

“Oh no indeed.” she agreed. “You fucked my daughter.”

She looked at me calmly, waiting for me to regain my composure, I suppose. “I ... I...”

“Just what the hell were you thinking?” she interrupted. “I’ve known you for over eighteen years, and I’ve seen you do some pretty stupid things, but this!” She gave me an exasperated look. “Fucking your friend’s virgin daughter? That’s deep into dumb territory.”

She was right of course; it had been incredibly stupid of me to take Diane to bed. But I wasn’t going to tell her mother how Diane had talked me into it, either. I was the adult; I should have and could have stopped her.

If I’d wanted to.

I looked at Diane’s mother, sitting calmly in the chair and suddenly wondered, why was she so calm and collected? And where was her husband? She must have seen the expression on my face change.

“No, I have no intention of telling her father.”

I hadn’t been worried about Diane’s father. Jack was a nice guy, at least thirty years older than Laura. He had been the bachelor professor that had fallen for the grad student and married her. He was the original pacifist, totally against violence for any reason, and I was damned sure that I didn’t have to worry about a geriatric, pacifist professor.

I looked at her.

“She talked you into it, didn’t she?” Laura suddenly asked, looking intently at my face. She nodded to herself. “She did. She told you about her condition and used it to get you to screw her.”

I looked everywhere except at her. “It wasn’t like that.” I protested weakly.

“Oh Jerry.” she sighed. “She does love you, you know. She said so in her diary. It says, ‘I love him, Diary.’” She looked at me.

“Oh no.” I groaned. “I didn’t intended for that to happen, honest to God.”

“Then it goes on to say; ‘and I really love his big penis.’” Laura said softly, still watching me closely. “But it also says; ‘Now maybe I can get Robbie to make love to me, since I’m not a virgin anymore.’”

She must have seen the relief in my face. She smiled softly. “You were a means to an end, Jerry. You were someone she trusted to be gentle and caring, but you were also a way to get rid of a problem for her. Her pesky virginity.”

I thought about that and felt a little sad. I had hoped for more from Diane, I suppose. And to be honest, I had hoped for a return engagement. I wanted to fuck her again. She was a lot of fun to be with, and a spectacular lay.

“That was in her diary too, you know.” Laura said, interrupting my thoughts.

“What was?”

“That you were gentle and caring. That you made her cum, a lot, if I’m not mistaken. She said you made it fun, but what she liked most was that you cuddled afterwards. She told her diary that falling asleep in your arms was the best part, said she felt safe and warm and loved.”

“I glad she enjoyed it.” I said, still feeling sad. “She’s a good kid.”

Laura looked at me intently and then nodded again, and said, “You were hoping she’d come back, weren’t you? You’d like to fuck her again, wouldn’t you?”

My first impulse was to deny it. But I didn’t. This amazing woman was just too damned adept at reading me. So I stood mute, and said nothing.