Chapter 7

"Are you all right?"

The cool question made Doris pause as she was hurrying through the hall at Romily Manor on her way to her room to freshen up, and compose herself, after George had dropped her off at the front door.

"W-why yes, Missus Wynton," Doris stammered.

The mistress of Romily Manor surveyed Doris's flushed face, over-bright eyes and keyed-up manner.

"What did--" she paused, "the doctor want to see you about?"

"Oh," Doris's flush deepened, "just--just some tests." She dropped her eyes as she spoke.

"I see," Mildred said very softly. She took a deep breath, then: "Well, you'd better get along upstairs, prepare yourself for dinner. Willis and I will be waiting." She turned, entered the dining room as Doris hurried up the stairs.

Willis was standing at the old-fashioned bay window, his head crouched forward as he stared into the grounds. He didn't turn, but he must have heard his mother's footsteps, recognized them, because he asked, "Is she back?"

"Yes," said Mildred, crossing the room and standing beside her son.

He made a choked, cackling sound and Mildred glanced at his face. His mouth was half open, jaw slack and his tongue protruded slightly. "My doll," he mouthed, drooling, "my Doris-doll to play with!" Saliva dribbled down to his chin as he slurred out the words.

"Yes," said Mildred, "I suppose you'll play with her." Her eyes went down and she added, "Right now, you're playing with something else. Oh, Willis, do you always have to have an erection?"

She stared at the huge, stiff organ that protruded from his open pants; he was holding it in a hair-backed hand, squeezing, caressing, making the slitted lips in the massive head ooze open then close.

"I wish you wouldn't do that in here, dear," she murmured, her eyes still on his swollen shaft. "Someone might walk in." She turned her head, jerked her eyes towards the door, then glanced down again. "It's so big," she whispered, "always so big!" Her hand moved down and she encircled the rounded head with her fingers.

Willis made a sound like a sob, took his hand off his penis and gave his mother a grateful look. "Play with it for me, Mama! You play with it so nice!"

Mildred squeezed the throbbing shaft, felt the pulsing under her fingers, then sighed. "How many times have you done this today?"

Willis arched his back with pleasure as his penis twitched under Mildred's gentle caresses. "You mean, squeeze my cock? Make it shoot stuff?"

"Yes," she murmured, standing very close, gliding her hand from the base of his organ to the tip. "How many times today?"

"Just-just two times, Mama," he panted, throwing his head back, opening his mouth wider as her fingers manipulated erotically. "This-this morning," he gasped, "when I--I watched her getting out of bed, getting dressed--"

"You were in the spare room, watching through the transom?"

"Ya, mama, oh yah! She sleeps all naked, so white--an' her pussy's all hairy--"

"I suppose it is," murmured Mildred, sliding her hand under Willis's cock then cupping his balls.

"Nice, Mama; I like it when you squeeze my balls."

"You masturbated when you were watching Doris getting dressed?"

"Yah, Mama," he groaned, feeling the knowing fingers slide onto his penis again, "Oh, yah--an' again at lunch."

Mildred made a sound that could have been resignation or exasperation.

"I thought you were doing that at lunch time!" she sighed, still stroking his excited cock. "Oh, Willis dear, I wish you wouldn't spurt all over the dining room carpet--I've just had it cleaned!"

He gave a breathless, cackling laugh as his cock jerked in her hand. "Again, Mama--I'm coming again!" He reared his head back, opened his mouth and gulped in air as his cock retracted, lurched forward and shot a stream of thick juice onto the window-pane and floor.

Mildred's body tensed with excitement: she pressed herself forward, gripped the jerking cock with clenched fingers until every last droplet was expended, then she let out her breath, took a step back and removed the handkerchief from Willis's breast pocket.

"You've done it again, Willis," she said, resignedly, wiping the stickiness off her hand. "I'll have to go and wash before dinner."

"Nice, Mama, so nice!" He gave her a half-witted smile as he stood there, long but softening penis dangling from his pants. "You always do it so nice, Mama."

A smile lightened Mildred's expression. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear."

She moved toward the door, but Willis called after her: "Mama! Tonight- -can I play with Doris-doll tonight?"

Mildred hesitated; stared at her son with a frown.

"I wanna fuck her tonight, Mama--fuck her wet cunt!"

Mildred pursed her lips. "Well, maybe dear--"

"Is Doctor Basil coming for dinner, Mama? Then can he stick his needle in her, make her sleepy so I can fuck her?"

"No, Doctor Basil's not coming tonight, dear, but--" she pursed her lips again, "perhaps you won't need any help--she's been having some tests, and," her voice dropped down as though she was talking to herself rather than Willis, "she'll be feeling very passionate--I know what those tests do to your vulva and clitoris all worked up and hot and probably wanting some sexual release..." her voice faded off, then she jerked her head, stared at her son. "I'll talk to you after dinner, Willis--in the meantime, behave!" The smile she gave her son took the sting out of the words.

Naked, Doris walked from her private bathroom into her bedroom. Her hands moved continually, stroking her breasts, caressing each stiff nipple in turn, then her belly and the flesh on her inner thighs. Each time her fingers strayed toward the pink, warm lips that curled open so suggestively beneath the wet thatch of pubic hair, she restrained them with an effort.

Damn that doctor and his tests! Doris walked to her wardrobe, selected a dress. Each time she moved she felt her vaginal lips undulating, and her clitoris felt like a wriggling, hungry worm. I feel so goddamn hot- -I'd like to lie on my back on my bed and squeeze my clit 'til I blow!

Her breasts were so upthrust that a brassiere was superfluous, so Doris dragged the dress over her head. She reached for a fresh pair of panties to replace the ones that George, with his lewd actions, had ripped, then changed her mind.

Doris stood still for a minute, thinking; and as she thought, her hand slipped under the front of her short dress and she caressed the waiting, hungry lips with a fingertip.

Willis with his huge cock! He'll be groveling under the table at dinnertime, staring under my skirt then making himself come... This time, I'll give him something to see. I'll drag my skirt high, hold my knees apart and let him feast his lecherous eyes on my pantiless pussy!

Doris giggled aloud at her thoughts. He'd probably shoot right through the tabletop! And what would dear Mrs. Wynton do then?

Suddenly, she stopped giggling. He might get so worked up that he'd come to my room and rape me! She felt her clitoris twitch at the thought. That huge cock, forcing its way into my pussy--it would be awful! I wouldn't want that... or would I--why is my clit bobbing like crazy?

Doris let out the breath, pulled her hand from under her skirt with an effort. Anyway, Mrs. Wynton wouldn't let anything like that happen to me!

She combed her hair carefully, took a tissue and dabbed, daintily, between her thighs until most of the moistness was gone, then, after arranging her face into an expression of demure modesty, Doris went coyly downstairs to dinner.

"The Maine fresh air seems to be doing you good, Doris," said Mildred during dinner. "You look positively radiant today!"

Doris flushed, gave her employer a quick glance to see if she was being sarcastic, but Mrs. Wynton looked innocent and sincere.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm afraid I haven't done much work yet to justify the generous salary you'll be paying me."