Chapter 3

The electricity in the air was almost tangible in the following hours. The incident by the pool did nothing to cool the boy and the young woman down, merely serving as an appetizer for a feast they were both longing for. Nancy's unexpected stay in the house, however, forced them to grab random, secret bites at lust, whenever they felt safe enough. A quickie blowjob under the table when Nancy was on an urgent phone call. An agonizing, slow, fingering session during lunch, under the table. A long, sweet kiss while clearing the same table. They both waited eagerly for bath time, when they could be together, but the day seemed to last forever. After lunch they all spent more time by the pool, with Nancy being agonizingly wakeful. A short supper was followed a boring game of "Scrabble" Nancy insisted they play "For old times' sake", after which Nathaniel took a shower and went to bed while Nancy was questioning Patricia about the boy's behavior in school. The next day was treading slowly as a steam roller, with both the boy and his au-pair feeling every moment that passes with Nancy around as searing drops of tar, burning them, adding fuel to the ever present flames of lust inside them.

When evening came, Nancy all invited them to see "The Phantom Menace" at a local theatre. While the darkness did seem promising, it was Nathaniel's eagerness to sit next to Patricia that prevented just that.

"Why is it so important to you to sit next to her, Angel?"

"What... what if the movie is scary and I want to hold her hand?" He replied, blushing at the absurd lie.

"In that case, young man, I'm certainly not going to let her have all the fun! She has you everyday, I don't!"

"But..." He whined.

"No buts... come on, I am your mother, after all!" She ordered.

Nathaniel practically assaulted his surprised au pair during the break, while Nancy was gone to get some refreshments. At first he only moved into his mother's vacant seat and caressed her lovely hair, looking into her eyes and smiling. Then, completely oblivious to the crowd, he launched himself at her lips, one hand invading her skirt, the other massaging her big breast. Painfully aware of the people surrounding them, Patricia instinctively pushed him away. "MMmmfff... !Nathaniel... ! Not here!" She whispered, breathing heavily, her stare leaping back and forth from the boy to the people surrounding them, to see whether anyone has noticed. He said nothing. "Nathaniel, I said... ohmygosh..." She started as she felt him moving under her skirt again, but the minute his fingers touched her crotch, her resistance vanished like smoke in a breeze, and all she could do was moan, spread her hungry thighs, and stare at the ceiling, her eyes glazed. The boy slid her soaking panties aside, effortlessly inserted three little fingers into her wet, begging cunt and started fucking her, massaging her clit with his thumb.

As people became aware of the bizarre, though erotic, happening, a circle of silence started spreading around them like waves from a stone hitting a peaceful pond, until the whole theatre fell silent. Patricia was so aroused that the whole thing only took a minute or two, the silence finally breaking by Patricia's short series high pitched orgasmic squeaks. For a few seconds, the theatre was quiet again, and then cheers and whistles from the relatively young crowd broke the silence.

"Way to go!" "Right on!" "Jesus! He actually..." "Did you see that... ?" "... he's just a kid!"

Luckily for them, Nancy returned only after the movie resumed and the calls subsided, and by the time Darth Maul filled the screen, the incident was all but forgotten by the fascinated crowd. When the movie ended, however, people stared at them while the crowd was dispersing. Some patted Nathaniel's back or winked and smiled, while others made some lewd offers to Patricia, whose face turned tomato red.

"What is WRONG with young people these days?" asked Nancy, disgusted. "Go figure..." Said Nathaniel.

"Excuse me! Excuse me, Mrs.!" the voice belonged to an elderly woman, who approached them through the crowd, waving her hand. She dragged a grinning, fat boy behind her, and was dressed conservatively, her graying hair tied to a bun behind her head.

"Are you talking to me... ?" Said Nancy, surprised. Nathaniel smelled trouble, but Patricia was still oblivious to what was about to happen. The woman was upon them now, and seemed enraged.

"Excuse me for interfering, Ma'am, but are you aware of what this ssslut and your son were doing during the break... ?" She hissed at Nancy.

For Patricia, the world seemed to slow down suddenly, with people around her barely moving and all voices blurred. This was it, she has been caught. Once her crime was discovered, she'd be accused of statuary rape, and there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to jail. Her body felt numb and cold, but was dimly aware of Nathaniel's reactions, although they seemed to take place far away. As if in slow motion, she saw him deliberately hit his mother's expensive dress with his ice cream cone, at the shoulder. Nancy's yelp of surprise sounded low and weird as she angrily turned to her son, who simply mumbled "Sorry, mom...". In the middle of all the confusion, her mind registered the fact that she never heard him call Nancy "mom" before. While Nancy's attention was drawn to her dress, she failed to see the seemingly slow, vicious kick Nathaniel has sent towards the elderly woman's knee. As if swimming in jell-o, she slowly clutched her leg, and collapsed over her boy. Before Patricia passed out, she realized that Nathaniel has saved her life.

"... threw popcorn at her for?"

"I told you, we didn't! Besides, we didn't have any, remember? You went to get us some!"

"This story of yours sounds highly unlikely, young man, highly unlikely. But I'll see what Patricia says when she wakes up. I want to see if she backs your story up. Don't say a word to her about it: If you are not telling the truth... well... Maybe you need stricter education. Stricter than what SHE can give you..." She was in the back seat of the car, and they were driving home. Apparently, Nancy was questioning Nathaniel about the incident. She knew what she needed to do now, and pretended to sleep.

"Patricia? Patricia?" The car was in the garage. She was alone with Nancy, but Nathaniel was nowhere in sight. Nancy offered her a glass of cool water to drink, which she accepted heartily.

"Thank you, Mrs. Fulton."

"You're welcome. Are you feeling all right?"

"Yes Mrs. Fulton"

"Good. Patricia, what happened at the theatre this evening? What did this woman want?" Nancy was looking her straight in the eyes, studying her.

"I have no idea, Mrs. Fulton. It seems that someone from behind us threw some popcorn at her, and she thought it was me. She yelled at me a little during the break, but I thought that would be the last of it." She lied. Nancy looked at her eyes for a few seconds, trying figure out whether she was telling the truth.

"I must admit Nathaniel said the same thing." She finally said, but did not remove her eyes from Patricia's. Finally she added: "When I came home the other day, you were dressed... rather provocatively, if I may say." Patricia deeply blushed as she recalled the unpleasant situation. She was doing the dishes wearing a peach colored tiny miniskirt and a green, tight T-shirt, revealing a very generous cleavage.

"I'm sorry for that... just that sometimes... I... try to save on the air conditioning... so I dress lighter..." That was a horrible lie, and she knew it. Nancy said nothing for a few minutes, but her disbelief was obvious. Finally, she turned and left the garage without a word.

"She knows you bathe me! What's the big deal?" Nathaniel begged. He was standing at the door leading from her room to the bathroom, urging her to wash him.

"I know she does, but believe me, she suspects something!"

"So what!?" He whined, adult hormones clouding his young mind.

"She can fire me! Heck, if she catches us, I can go to jail!" Nathaniel paused to think, realizing the truth in her words.

"A quick blowjob?" He finally tried.

"Honey, please!" She begged. "She suspects something. She will not leave until she feels everything is all right. If we start sneaking around, she will know that something is up, and will prolong her stay!"

"You mean we can't... ?" Patricia shook her head.

"At all?" She nodded.

"No while she's here we can't. Too dangerous."

"She won't fire you. I won't let her!" the boy said defiantly.

"You are sweet," She smiled. "Look, she will not fire me on a hunch, as she would not want to anger you, but if she catches us, I am done for." Nathaniel looked at her, clenching and releasing his jaw muscles several times, fighting his urges.

"You're right," He said finally. "Good night."

"Good night, honey," She said, but did not kiss him. It was too dangerous, she knew.

Patricia was half surprised not to find him next to her when the alarm clock rang the next morning. After last night's fiasco, she was almost confident he'd try sneaking into her room again. Not that she minded, an unbidden thought popped in her mind and she blushed, feeling her loins shiver. She woke Nancy first per her instructions, serving her a cup of home brewed Colombian coffee, then went to Nathaniel's room, her heart starting to pound at the thought of his nude body. She wasn't disappointed: the boy's nakedness greeted her as she entered the room, his erection taking her breath away. As she approached her, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her down into the bed, and turned her to lie below him. Grinning, he said:

"Good morning..."

His boyish body felt almost weightless to her, but his monstrous member grinding at her wielding gates sapped her will instantly, causing her to spread her strong, smooth thighs.

"Patricia? Patricia!" Nancy's voice was outside the room, advancing towards them.

"Shit!" Nathaniel hissed.

"Don't swear... !" She automatically whispered back, even as he rolled her off the bed without ceremony, towards the side of the bed that was not visible from the door.

"Nathaniel?" came Nancy's voice from the door. "Are you awake, Angel?"

"A-Ha..." He mumbled. She stepped toward him.

"NANCY! I'm naked!" He screamed hysterically. From under the bed, Patricia had a hard time not laughing.

"So what, I'm your mother!" Nancy sounded hurt.

"BECAUSE you are my mother!" He said hotly "Jesus! This is so awkward!"

"Alright... All right... I'm leaving. Where is Patricia? Have you seen her?"

"Yes, she's here, naked..." He replied with a sneer. Nancy said nothing, just stared at him.

"I was just joking." He added, a shade of nervousness sneaking into his voice. Nancy said nothing, just nodded, and left.

"That was close..." She whispered.

"Yeah, that was cool! I'm so hot now, I'm SOOOO going to fuck you now... !" He exclaimed, whispering. She pushed him to the bed, and practically ran out of the door, her thighs wet.

Nancy drove Nathaniel to school after breakfast, leaving Patricia to her daily chores. Robert's operation was five days away, and she was helping Sharon, his wife, with preparations as much as she could. Calling long distance, she arranged the hotel for Sharon and the twins, the flights and even tickets for a comedy she thought they might all enjoy together. When she was done, she went to the kitchen, to start making Nathaniel's favorite, rabbit stew. The memories of the morning incident suddenly came unbidden to her mind, filling her mouth with saliva and weakening her knees. She vividly recalled the boy's manhood against her vulva, his small fingers playing with her hair, and a sigh escaped her lips. Another woman in this situation might have relieved herself without hesitation, but she tried to deny such pleasures from herself, considering them sins. Strange as it might seem, she still couldn't bring herself to masturbate with the boy's image in her mind. The young woman still did not admit it to herself that she enjoyed having him take her. Patricia had a very religious background, and in her mind's eye, she was still a victim, determined never to initiate sex with Nathaniel, real or imaginary.

A slow, liquid fire started pulsing within her thighs, preventing her from focusing on the task ahead of her. She bit her lips as she cut the mushrooms, cutting them slowly and precisely, desperately trying to take the boy's naked, sleeping figure out of her mind. When the mushrooms were done, she added cream. Smooth, white cream. Like lotion. Like sun bloc lotion. This is getting nowhere, she decided. Doing the laundry would clear her mind. Sorting the colored laundry from the white, she came across several pieces of his underwear. The boy's undies had an unmistakable characteristic: the strain his enormous cock put on them weakened the fabric on the front to such a degree, that she constantly had to buy him new ones. Buying him larger pairs was not effective either, as the rubber wouldn't hold his small frame. On a whim, she sniffed a pair. The salty aroma filled her nostrils, and her heart leapt a little. Her mouth felt dry suddenly, so she left the laundry room, and went to the refrigerator to get something cool to drink. Looking for a pitcher of Cool Aid, her gaze met the cucumbers. Nice cucumbers. Big cucumbers. Hard cucumbers. Forgetting the drink, she drew one out, completely hypnotized by it, and slowly traced her index finger along its green length. Did it pulse? She wasn't sure. Was it hot? Was it radiating heat? Did it almost burn her hand? She thought it did. Her knees suddenly buckled, and she collapsed on the floor, sitting against a cupboard still holding the cucumber. Cool air from the fridge caressed her face as she stared at the vegetable in her hand. She needed something. Bad. Maybe in the shower. She begged to herself, assuming the doggie position on the floor. Maybe in her room. Not like this. Was she being punished? Her right hand did not bother with the panties, and easily tore them off in a single tug. Punished for what? It wasn't her fault! Her thighs were wet as lust slimed its way down them. The vegetable penetrated her easily, burying itself within her starving valley of shadow. She moaned with release, shame and joy, as her hand started raping her, tormenting her with pleasure. It wasn't my fault! He made me do it! She mumbled incoherently, saliva starting to run out of the corner of her mouth. He made me do it! He! Nathaniel! Oh boy! Oh God! Oh Boy! Her hand increased the tempo toward oblivion. Please God, help me! She begged, shreds of consciousness dimly illuminating the void in her thighs. And then there was light, a bright light. And a long scream. And then release. But no salvation.

She lay down on the floor, exhausted after the sudden, energy sapping experience, her mind blank, and stared at the open refrigerator. She was suddenly thirsty, her mouth dry as a bone in the desert, her body just as hot. Still on all fours, with the cucumber still within her, she sent a shaking hand and grabbed a carton of milk. The au pair drank its contents with hungry, desperate gulps, ignoring the generous amount of milk which has escaped her lips. The cold liquid traveled down her chin and neck, soaking her blouse. She shivered as cool drops tickled her nipples, erecting them and re-igniting the fire she thought she quenched. Not again, she begged, getting another carton from the fridge. Not really bothering with actually drinking it, she emptied its contents over her head, drinking what she could, enjoying the sensation on her hair, shoulders and breasts. She was half-erect on her knees now, her right hand fucking her again, her left searching for anything that could quench the thirst. She emptied Orange juice pitcher on herself, then some cream. She poured cold, sticky honey over herself, smearing the sweet jelly over her face, breasts and thighs. You slut! She cursed herself, on all fours again. You cunt! Whore! Bitch! Her shoulders rested on the messy floor while her right hand fucked her, her left tracing trails on her body. She sucked her left fingers, savoring the taste of the cream, milk, orange-juice and honey mixture. The cold, sticky mixture suddenly licked her anus, as its spearhead slid down her back. It felt pleasant, sending another wave of shivers up her spine. You like it, whore? Her mind screamed. I'll give you something you will not soon forget! With that she felt herself rise and looked into the fridge. Her hand quickly found what she was looking for: a cold, hard carrot. OhGod. She felt numb, but the evil joy in her thighs increased as her hand stabbed a packed of butter with the carrot, coating it with grease. Her anus felt hungry, empty as void. Her shoulders resting in the messy pool, the carrot made its way toward her virgin, quivering asshole. OhMyGosh. It hurts. Her cheek mashed against the gooey floor. But it hurts good. It's spreading me. It's filling me. I am soo fuuuull. Patricia felt her hands start fucking her. Slowly at first, increasing the tempo as she was more comfortable. Does it hurt? Good. Sssuffer, sssslut! I am a whore. I should suffer. Her anal ring started to protest, as lubrication was wearing off, but it had the opposite effect on the confused woman. She was paying for her sins with pain, and felt elated with each searing motion of her anus, the pain sharpening the pleasure. She caught a glimpse in the oven's door. There was a woman there. She was on all fours, her ass high in the air, her hands pistoning in and out of herself. That woman was nasty, she knew. A sudden image of Nathaniel filled her mind. She wanted to suck on his cock. His big, hot cock. She wanted to feel him fill her mouth, to be violated on every orifice. Invaded. Used. Raped. That image has sent her over the edge. She felt her body starting to shudder, this orgasm slow and heavy, unlike the previous one. The tingling started at her feet, moved towards her knees and ass, kissed the tormented anus, until she exploded, shouting obscenities while fucking herself on two holes like a woman obsessed.

It took her a few minutes to recover. Her body trembling with adrenaline, she dragged herself to the shower, leaving messy footsteps where she went. The tormented woman did not want to deal with the ordeal she has just inflicted upon herself and kept her mind blank as water washed the goo from her body. "Patricia?!" Nancy's shrill voice landed on her ears like a freight train. The mess. The fridge. The footsteps. "Coming... !" She tried to shout back, but that came out was a strange croak. Terrified, she shut the water off, and hurried out of the shower. The door to the bathroom opened, and Nancy stood there, furious. "I'm so sorry..." Patricia started "It's just that..." "Get dressed. We are going to pick Nathaniel from school and then to a restaurant," Nancy said coldly, "We'll discuss this incident and other matters on the way."

They did not, however discuss the embarrassing incident on the way. In fact, they did not talk at all. Patricia was too ashamed to initiate a conversation and Nancy apparently too furious. Nathaniel's expression immediately reflected the fact that he sensed something was wrong.

"Is everything OK?" He asked no one in particular.

"Yes honey," Said Nancy. "Where would you like to eat?"

The boy replied "'The white hall'!" with such enthusiasm, that Nancy started laughing. Patricia joined the laughter as well, relieved at the temporary decrease of tension. She knew that the incident was far from over, but she preferred to tackle it with a full stomach. The restaurant was half empty at this hour, so they had no problem to sit at Nathaniel's favorite table, next to the huge red "Mack" truck model. They all leafed through the menu, though she had suspected Nathaniel had already known it by heart. The boy ordered spare ribs, roasted in peanut butter sauce, and excused himself, going to stare for the hundredth time at the huge model trucks collection which covered the eastern wall.

"Patricia, are you using drugs?" Nancy suddenly asked.

"Excuse me?" the young woman said, lowering her menu.

"You heard me. Are you using drugs?"

"Drugs? Good heavens, no!" Patricia was shocked, her face growing pale.

"Well, we'll see about that." Said Nancy, nonchalantly browsing at her menu.

"What was that supposed to mean?" asked Patricia.

"It means that detective Yu of the police department is checking your room even as we speak."

Nancy's calm voice did little to hide the anger boiling within her.

"YOU HAVE CALLED THE POLICE TO SEARCH MY ROOM?" Patricia stood up, her face growing red and hot, and she did not realize, or did not care, that she has raised her voice as well "HOW DARE YOU?"

"How dare I?" asked Nancy, her voice raising as well, although it still reflected her high degree of self control. "This is MY house, young woman, and DON'T you forget it! If the police finds ANYTHING I don't like, ANYTHING, I will kick you out the house so fast, your head will spin! Do you think that I am stupid? Do you think that I don't know that something is up? IN MY OWN HOME? When you are supposed to watch MY OWN SON?"

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE, A DRUG DEALER? A CRIME KINGPIN?"

"I don't know, and I DON'T CARE, OK? This is MY house, MY money and MY son!"

"Is that what's it all about? About Nathaniel?" Patricia was normally a very soft spoken woman, but such a gross violation of her privacy, struck a very sensitive spot within her "YOU FLY AROUND THE WORLD, LEAVE YOUR PRECIOUS SON ALONE, AND THEN TREAT ME LIKE I AM NOTHING BECAUSE YOU ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A GUILT TRIP OVER YOUR SON? SO YOU COULD FEEL THAT YOU ACTUALLY TAKING PART OF YOUR SON'S UPBRINGING? WHAT KIND OF MOTHER ARE YOU, ANYWAY?"

"THAT'S IT, YOUNG WOMAN, YOU ARE OUT OF MY HOUSE! YOU HEAR ME? OUT OF THE HOUSE!" Nancy now stood as well, her head inches from the au pair's. The restaurant fell quiet, and scores of eyes were upon them. Nancy and Patricia stared at each other intensely, paying no attention to Nathaniel, who returned upon hearing all the commotion. Patricia turned to leave.

"Fine," Patricia said after a few seconds. "I am out of here."

"Stay," said Nathaniel quietly, holding her arm. "Please." Patricia hesitated and the boy turned to his mother.

"Why do you want to throw her out, if you are not even sure if the police have found anything?" He asked. "Trust me, they'll find nothing."

"How can you be sure of that, young man?" asked Nancy, as she sat down. The rest of the patrons, sensing that things have calmed down, returned to their own conversations, which now were about, of course, the incident. Patricia knew that he was right. There should be nothing incriminating in her room, which she always suspected was regularly combed by the nosy boy himself.

"I just know, OK? Patricia is a very kind and honest woman. She can get a little silly from time, but just between you and me," He gave Nancy his best cute-sitcom-boy look, "who doesn't?" Nancy said nothing, thinking the situation over, absent mindedly playing with her expensive rings.

"I don't know... There's something going on... Something doesn't feel right..."

"If you fire her without a reason, on a hunch, I'll run away," He added calmly. She stared at him intensely, carefully judging his words.

"You know I will," He continued. The table went quiet as Nathaniel and Nancy stared at each other, wrestling with glances. Finally, Nancy said: "Well, maybe I have over-reacted." She offered her hand to Patricia as a peace gesture, with little warmth. Patricia shook it and sat down.

"It's just that sometimes I feel that such strange things are taking place... Your clothes the other day... The strange incident at the Cinema... The kitchen today..."

"The kitchen? What about it?" asked Nathaniel.

"Never mind," Said Patricia quickly "I'll tell you later."

"You have to understand," He was looking at his mother again. "Patricia is more than an au pair to me. She like a big sister." It did not surprise Patricia that the smooth talking boy got her of the hook, it's just the ways he kept doing it amazing each time. Nancy thought about this, and finally said:

"I guess you are right. I am sorry. Let's order, shall we? All this screaming has made me hungry." Patricia had no doubt that she was only temporarily off the hook, and that Nancy had no intention of giving up.

After a few hours of bowling, they headed home. They ate a light supper, after which Nathaniel wanted to watch "Spawn", on the new DVD player that Nancy has bought. It came as no surprise to Patricia, that the boy rented a gore filled movie. Other than the fact that boys of his age liked to watch those movies, she suspected he had a hidden motive as well. From the kitchen, where she was busy with the stew she had started earlier today, she heard Nancy say:

"How can you watch such a... DISGUSTING movie?" Nancy was obviously disgusted.

"Come on, it's cool!" replied Nathaniel, with what Patricia had identified as over enthusiasm. Yes, she was sure she knew what his game was. A flock of butterflies took off in her stomach.

"That's it, you are going to watch this on your own, young man." Nancy's voice drew closer, as she was leaving the den.

"It can get scary!" He whined. "Won't you hold my hand?"

"No way I am going to watch this, that's for sure," replied Nancy. "If Patricia is willing to sit through this crap, then it's her problem. If she doesn't, I can't say I blame her." Patricia smiled at Nancy as the latter entered the kitchen, and Nancy nodded at her, half smiling as well.

"Nancy... !" He whined.

"Well, I have grown used to those movies, Mrs. Fulton. I'll sit with him, if it's OK with you," said Patricia, her heartbeat increasing.

"Thank you." Nancy has actually smiled at her. "Sometimes I feel so... so old."

"I feel ancient when I watch them, as well." Patricia agreed.

"Patricia? Nancy? It's scary!" the boy's voice came from the den.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," said Patricia.

"Where is she?" Nathaniel whispered as soon as she entered the dimly lit den.

"Dining table." Her lips formed.

"Shit." He whispered. From the position he sat, the boy had a narrow corridor of sight into the kitchen. They sat quietly for a few minutes, when he shifted his shorts down, exposed his erect penis, and whispered:

"Blow me!"

"No way!" She whispered back.

"She's reading the paper. I can see her shoulder." He said. She shook her head, but she knew it was hopeless. He nodded enthusiastically, and made funny, exaggerated licking motions with his tongue.

"You are crazy." Her lips formed, but she did not object when he started guiding her head towards his erection. With no protest, she opened her mouth and started sucking him, savoring the beefy taste she missed so much.

"Oh, yes..." He moaned quietly, his small hands drowning in her auburn hair.

"Don't 'oh yes' me, watch her.!" She whispered, momentarily taking his dick out her luscious lips. The boy just nodded, and pushed her head back to his aching penis. During the last few weeks, the timid, inexperienced ex-teacher has became an adept cocksucker. At first, it was merely a survival skill: the better she sucked him, the faster he came and her nightmare ended. Later, she discovered it wasn't such a horrible experience, to say the least. With some practice, she occasionally managed to swallow his nine incher while swirling her tongue around it. The boy groaned quietly as her little finger teased his anus, his penis now fully impaling her salivating mouth. She mashed her nose against his hairless pubes to make him fully aware of how deep he was.

"Jorge? Hello Jorge this is Nancy. Yes. How are you doing?" They both jumped, as Nancy's voice made its way from the kitchen, and straightened their clothes. Nancy has never actually left her business, she kept managing it with an iron fist from a distance. From what Patricia knew about her, she had no doubt that her employees feared the tough businesswoman, and for a reason. Her usually cool demeanor was downright mean when she addressed her employees on the phone, and she could spend hour just yelling at them.

"Jorge?" the boy whispered, pushing his stubborn penis into his straining shorts "Did she say Jorge?" She nodded, wiping her lips. While she straightened her yellow cotton skirt Patricia attempted to fake interest in the movie in case Nancy enters the room.

"Why, do you know him?" She asked.

"He's the Central America VP."

"So?" She was baffled.

"She's going to yell at him for hours." the boy stood up quickly, and grabbed her wrist "Come here!"

"Come where?" She asked. The boy practically pulled her on her feet, took her by the hand, and led her to the back of the couch they were sitting on. Then, ignoring her bewildered protests, he twisted her wrist, forcing her to bend over the back side of the couch.

"NATHANIEL! STOP IT NOW!" She hissed, but the boy ignored her. He simply twisted her slender wrist further, the sudden pain forcing her to bury her face in the pillows. She felt him lifting her skirt to her waist, then tear her panties, and prayed to god that Nancy would be as busy as her son anticipated she would. His small fingers spread her entrance in order for him to penetrate her more easily, but as soon as he positioned his pocket monster there, they both knew it wasn't necessary : Patricia was soaking wet. If Patricia had somehow believed that her insane masturbation session would do anything to satisfy the hunger in her loins, that hope was gone now. Ironically, it had almost the opposite effect. Her body went limp with lust the moment his pulsing head penetrated. She did not care for anything else : Nancy, The dangerously criminal aspect of their act or even her brother. All she yearned for the boy's oversized penis, which was pounding its way into her, conquering inch upon inch of hot woman flesh with every stroke. Releasing his hold of her unresisting wrist, the boy held her waist tightly, as he started pounding into her, forgetting himself within the young woman's wet furnace. The world seemed to sink into shadow around her, the screaming and shooting from the movie distant and hollow. Drowned in the soft pillows, she groaned and moaned into the soft velvet, almost oblivious to Nancy's heels clicks and her approaching, angry voice.