Chapter 5

It had been over a week since the children had moved in with Tom and Jean and things were running smoothly. The beautiful dark-haired mother was pleased that Paul and Linda had both adjusted so readily to their new home, and if she was disturbed by anything it was her own lack of emotional control. In spite of herself, she could not help feeling an ugly trace of jealousy for her son's close relationship with Linda and their new friends. They were hardly ever home, preferring to spend all their time with Jerry and Cindy. She had promised herself that she would never be a nagging, overly-strict mother, yet she could not help being hurt by the fact that her son spent so little time with her after three years separation.

She had tried to speak with Tom about it, but he insisted that all teenagers were more interested in their friends than their parents and pointed to himself and his relationship with his daughter Linda, as reference. "I'd start to worry if she were hanging around the house all day, and so would you, if you stop to think of it that way."

Jean had to agree that he was right, and she hated herself for being selfish, but at the same time she was able to console herself with the rationalization that a mother's relationship with her son was something a man could never understand, no man, not even her husband.

Another problem marring her complete happiness was sex with her husband. She had been unable to truly enjoy sex with Tom in the outgoing, free and easy manner he had tried to teach her. It was bothering her because she wondered if it was because of the children being with them. Tom had pointed out that she had been required to make a lot of emotional adjustments in the last few months and that she mustn't be too hard on herself. "All things worth having take time," he said, and as usual, Jean knew he was right. Still, she could feel him growing impatient with her to solve her problem and her reaction was to grow even more cool towards him.

Jean was alone in the house fixing sandwiches for lunch while Tom and the kids were out on the lake. She mentally scolded herself for being a jealous mother and tried to look forward to meeting the children's new friends who were expected to come by that afternoon. Jean wondered why they elected to spend all their time at Jerry and Cindy Walter's house instead of their own and Tom and laughingly explained that it was probably because of the Walter's swimming pool.

Tom and Paul came into the house together, talking enthusiastically about a fishing trip they were planning. They both gave Jean perfunctory kisses and went on with their conversation. Linda followed close behind looking cheerfully excited about something and they all sat down to lunch.

The men continued their discussion during the meal, but Jean and Linda were silent. Linda was daydreaming about Jerry Walters and Jean was trying to sort out her confused emotions.

Just as they finished, Cindy Walters knocked on the door and Tom and Paul stumbled over each other to answer it. Jean's eyes widened as she saw how mature her son's new girlfriend was. For some reason she was expecting or hoping for a more gangly type. Cindy Walters looked every bit as well-developed as Linda! And, Jean noted with displeasure, she would have openly scorned the immodest halter top the child wore if it weren't for the fact that Linda wore the same sort of thing.

Tom had met her briefly before and they exchanged greetings, then Paul introduced her proudly to his mother.

"How do you do," Jean said quietly, dismayed by Cindy's sexy appearance. She found herself immediately wondering if the girl had had sex relations with her son. Try as she might, she was unable to dismiss the thought and she decided unequivocally that most definitely she did not like Cindy Walters and doubted that she would feel any differently about her older brother, Jerry.

Jean poured coffee for herself and Tom, and it annoyed her to see that her husband was paying more attention to Cindy's body than Paul was! But for the moment, she was too worried about her son to be bothered with anything else. The girl was obviously a tramp! Her cut off jeans were cut off much too high and her halter cut much too low! Jean tried to tell herself that she was hanging onto some of her old-fashioned ideas too tightly. She wasn't really being fair to Cindy... or to her own son!

She had just decided to warm up to the girl when Paul brightly suggested that they go to her house for a swim. Linda thought that sounded like a wonderful idea and decided to join them and they all took off, laughing and waving good-bye.

"She's too old to be running around with Paul," Jean said peevishly as she watched them leave. She had made note of the provocative way Cindy moved her hips and the way that Paul had ogled her.

"Oh, come on, Jean... don't be an over protective mother," her husband chided.

Jean was angry. "Of course he looks and acts older, but he's still only thirteen!" She turned away, confused with her thoughts. "I am worried about him, Tom," she said helplessly. "Just as I'm worried about Linda!"

Tom turned to look at his distraught wife. It hurt him to see her this worried and upset, and he had been puzzled by her strange attitude since the kids had come to live with them. He felt as if he were being too hard on her, perhaps he hadn't made allowances for her to re-adjust to them... she needed more time.

"Now, sweetheart," he said, putting his arms around her, "We have two fine, level-headed kids. They've done a fine job growing up and to worry too much about them is silly! They're good kids!"

Jean knew he was right, but she couldn't be consoled. She wished it could be her out with the kids instead of that little bitch, Cindy Walters.

She had noticed how happy the kids had been since they met the Walters and she felt left out. She resented not being a part of their happiness. It was as though Paul was involved in a little happy world that did not include her. She wanted to be his friend! Both the children's friend!

"But what do we really know about those Walter's kids, Tom!" she asked. "Paul and Linda are spending almost all their time with them!"

"Honey," he said tenderly. "We've been all through this. You have to let them grow up! I know you feel cheated, and I'm sorry, but you simply have to allow them their independence!"

"But aren't you worried... about Linda?" she asked. "She has a very beautiful, sexy body! What if that Jerry should try... try to rape her or something?"

"She can take care of herself, Jean. Just as she has for the last three years." Tom didn't feel that this was the time to tell his near hysterical wife that he was quite certain that his daughter had taken the plunge into sex... some time ago actually.

"Besides," he added, the Walters are quite well-respected around here... they've been coming for the summer for years."

Jean sighed and tried to calm her nerves. It wasn't actually Linda that concerned her. She loved the girl, but Paul was her own flesh and blood! It was her son that had her worried, and yes, she had to admit it... jealous!

"Look," her husband offered. "If it will make you feel any better, I'll make up some excuse to drop by the Walter's this afternoon. You'll trust my judgment of them, I hope."

Jean looked gratefully at her husband, "Oh, Tom... I would really appreciate it. I know I'm being horrid, but I would feel a lot better if I knew what kind of parents those kids had."

"Okay there, now stop worrying about it." Tom knew he could find some excuse to stop by the Walters, and besides, he wouldn't mind having another look at that sexy little Cindy. He couldn't help feeling the animal magnetism of the girl. Just looking at her made a man think of sex and it was hard for him to suppress a smile as he thought of Paul fucking her, as he was certain he was.

Tom didn't bother to think of some phony excuse. Why shouldn't he make it a point to meet the Walters since the kids were such good friends? He was their father, after all.

Approaching the house from the front walk, Tom received no answer to his knock and he was just turning to leave when he heard the sound of splashing from the pool in back of the house. Assuming they were all outside, the father walked around the sprawling house to enter the pool area from the side gate. He was surprised to see not four swimmers, but one... Cindy Walters, swimming back and forth in the pool with fluid, powerful strokes. Tom couldn't help but admire the young girl's grace and skill, among other things, and he paused to watch silently until she had finished her laps and gracefully pulled her ripe young body from the pool.

"Hi Cindy!" he greeted her brightly. "You're some swimmer!"

"Oh, hi Mr. Stevenson," she replied, a surprised look on her pretty face. Her bikini was wet, revealing more of her bronzed young body than he'd seen before. Her dark hair curled softly about her angelic face and she gave him a wide smile. He could hardly keep his eyes from her crotch, where the wet bikini was like a second layer of skin, outlining the thin, vertical little slit of her pussy clearly. He could even see a couple of stray strands of dark pubic hair curling out from the tight fitting bottom.

Cindy eyed him curiously. "What a nice surprise... " she said in a slightly teasing tone.

"Well, I was passing right by your place and I thought it might be nice to drop in and meet your folks... "

"Oh, well they aren't here." Cindy replied, a strange expression crossing her face. "In fact, nobody's here," she added, giving him what appeared to be a seductive little smile.

"But why don't you come on in. Maybe you'd like a nice cold beer?" She turned and walked towards the house and he followed her, noting the way her cute little buttocks jiggled up and down as she walked. Her wet bikini bottom pressed tightly into the crevice of her ass-cheeks. She had a very sensual way of walking, Tom thought and her firm thighs barely touched as she headed for the kitchen.

She came back with two beers and handed him one, eyeing him pertly and letting her eyes drop to his crotch where the bulge was beginning to grow. Her eyes sparkled and she suppressed a smile. "It was very nice of you to stop by, Mr. Stevenson," she said deciding not to mention her parents until he brought the subject up again.

Tom couldn't quite figure her out, but he knew she was an aggressive little sexpot and he'd better watch his step. "Where is everyone?" he asked, wondering what she was doing alone in the house.

"Oh, they all went into the village to see a movie," the teenaged girl replied, staring at him boldly. "They'll probably be gone for the rest of the afternoon." She let her voice trail off suggestively and Tom knew she wanted him to know they'd be alone in the house. In spite of her youth, Cindy was an expert at leading a man on, Tom thought ruefully. Whatever else she was, he thought, she was a beauty with a shape as lovely as his own daughter's. It occurred to him that Paul must be putty in her hands and he wondered suddenly about her older brother and his daughter, Linda. There was no doubt in his mind that the four of them had some wild sex parties!

"How's the water?" he asked, to make conversation and divert his own thoughts from her body.

"It's okay," she replied, "but I hate swimming alone."

Tom thought she probably hated to do anything alone. "Yes," he said in what he hoped was a fatherly tone. "Most of us just don't know what to do with our thoughts when we're alone."

Cindy gave him a quizzical look and Tom made an effort to get back to a normal level of thinking. Cindy knew exactly what effect she was having on him, Tom knew, and she was enjoying every minute of it. She had the attitude that no male had ever said no to anything she had ever wanted.

"Would you wait just one minute, Mr. Stevenson, while I get out of this wet suit?" the young girl asked coyly. She walked towards the door, loosening her bikini top as she did so. She paused at the door, a sultry smile on her lips, her young breasts almost completely exposed and looked back. "I'll just be a minute... "

She disappeared and Tom wanted to laugh at the child's obvious efforts at leading him on, except it really wasn't funny. She was deadly with her beauty and charms! He had no doubt that she would go all the way, if he let her. She had no idea of the stakes of the game she was playing... Tom knew he could lose everything that mattered in his life for a few minutes fucking while to her it would be no more than a new adventure, a new conquest! She was still a child by law, in spite of what her body told him, and even though she was the one asking for it, it would still be a case of statutory rape!

The thought made him shudder and Tom decided he'd better get the hell out while he could. He finished his beer in one long swallow and walked towards the hall down which she had disappeared to call her name. He waited, then called again. He was growing angry, but he was also curious as to the nature of her silly game... he was certain she heard him.

He found himself becoming aroused. His cock was already bulging out against his pants. He could think of nothing more delightful than getting his cock into that tight little cunt. What if she really wanted to be fucked? What if she weren't just game playing?

He took a tentative step down the hall and called her name again. This time she responded, calling to him from one of the bedrooms. "In here, Mr. Stevenson... come on in... "

Tom lost the battle with himself then and there. She wasn't game playing and neither was he. If that hot little number wanted to feel a man-sized cock shoved up her hot little cunt, that's what she would get! The thought of fucking the little vixen was too overpowering and Tom made the fatal step across the threshold into her room.

She was stretched out waiting for him on the bed. The filtered sunlight brought a translucent sheen to her silken skin causing his cock to jerk into rigid hardness at the erotic picture of loveliness. The sight of the velvety softness of her perfectly shaped breasts crowned by cherry like nipples caused his throat to constrict and his mouth to go dry with the raging desire to devour every part of her luscious young body.