Chapter 10

When Ron stumbled bleary-eyed to the breakfast table, he found Pam sitting in a short little night gown, sipping on hot coffee. The gown was made of some type of slinky-thin material that, when she turned just so into the light streaming in the window, showed her naked body beneath. Dressed so provocatively, she started his lust brewing, bringing his blood pressure up enough he could hear his heart beat in his eardrums. Ron realized something very different about his reaction to Aunt Pam's sexy show this morning. He was not in any hurry. He could actually sit back and enjoy the sight of her moving around the kitchen while carrying on a normal conversation with her. Being exposed to wanton lust the last few days was changing many ideas he'd had about sex.

Pam carried a cup of coffee from the stove and sat it in front of Ron. The way the coffee splashed over the rim of the cup as she set it down let Ron know he wasn't in her best graces at the moment.

Pam dropped back into her chair like a bag of flour. "What y'all got to say about last night, Ronny? I'm not gonna be here all that much longer you know."

"I'm sorry Pam. I couldn't do much about it, though. Debbie sure wouldn't have understood my staying here last night. Yesterday afternoon was a special time for us. I thought you'd understand."

"Understand?" Pam's lower lip stuck out so far Ron damned near giggled. "Seemed like the same as any other night. Other than the fact I was left all alone and all horny."

"We got a lot closer to each other while you were off shopping. Didn't you help set it up?" Ron wanted to explain to his aunt that Debbie and he had finally gone all the way. But how to say it without sounding like he was bragging? His girl deserved more respect from him than that. Besides, Pam was acting as if he owed her.

Pam got a mental look at herself and realized she was acting rather childish, so she tried to set herself into a better frame of mind. "Did she take my advice?" Seeing the indecision in Ron's face, she continued. "You can tell me, Ronny. I sure ain't gonna spread it around town. Did you two finally play with each other's bodies yesterday?"

Ron's face lit up. He really would like to talk about what happened. He wasn't sure how Debbie would react to Pam knowing, though. "You promise not to let Debbie know I told you any of this?"

"Of course darlin'. I'm not gonna go blabbin' anything you tell me. Not to anyone at all," Pam exclaimed. She was getting excited now. Leaning toward the young man across the table, her nightgown fell away from her chest allowing him a peek at the swell of her breasts.

"Well... , we did a lot more than play with each other." He knowingly teased her by not giving her any of the details. His Cheshire cat grin gave him away anyway. Pam practically clapped her hands at his revelation.

"Ronny, did y'all fuck her?"

"Yeah, we finally did the delightful deed. Funny though, she really got into it once we started. You giving her that rubber was a God send. And I do plan on paying you back the favor."

"I thought she might feel better about goin' all the way once she could forget about getting knocked up. Did she really enjoy herself?"

"Oh yeah. So did I!"

"Did y'all eat her snatch?" Pam's eyes twinkled.

"Sure Pam, after all you've taught me, I did that as soon as I could. At first she jacked me off, but then she did take my cock in her mouth for a while. She didn't swallow my come, though." Ron knew the conversation was having an effect on Pam. He could see her nipples sticking out against the transparent material of her nightgown now. It wasn't going to be long before she wanted to fuck. He leaned back against the chair in the kitchen and watched as Pam's lust became stronger and stronger.

There was one thing Ron wanted to know before he acknowledged her growing need. "Pam, where can I get rubbers?"

"Well, let's see. Y'all have a drug store in this here little town?"

"Yeah. But I can't go into Cooper's. Everyone in town would know in a day."

"Well then, how 'bout in Brownsville? It's big enough that everyone can't know everyone else. It isn't too far to get to, is it?"

"I guess that would be the best. I could tell Mom I was taking Debbie shopping - something that girl dearly loves to do. Yep, that'll probably work. Don't like fibbing to Mom, but I don't want to have to give up sex when you leave, either. Thanks Pam."

Pam knew that with two women to choose from, Ron was not going to be nearly as attentive to her now. That meant her options had just become limited. But that was to be expected. She had taken all that into consideration before helping with the young girl's seduction. If she didn't want an argument leaving her without loving through the rest of her stay, she would simply have to share the young man. Pam's line of thought split for a second or two. How delightful to get the two of them into her bed at the same time. It would be dangerous, but, oh, the thrill! She couldn't expect Ron to help in this one either. Well, she'd bide her time and see what came up.

The sexually awakening young man and his 'aunt' sat at the Formica topped table drinking coffee, both of them speculating on the games Pam planned to play this morning. While she could be understanding about the night before, she'd be down-right pissed-off if he attempted to side-step her today. He wasn't showing any sign of wanting to, though. Pam's satisfaction came from knowing his eyes were following every move she made in her arousing outfit. Just when she was about to start warming his engine a bit more, there was a knock at the kitchen door.

"Y'all best give me a moment to get out of here, Ron," she warned the boy. To be seen wearing such clothing at the breakfast table by any of the neighbors would put a match to the keg. Joan and George would never understand. She wasted no time getting out of the kitchen.

Ron waited until Pam made the hallway before answering the door. He was only wearing boxers, but since the visitor was Timothy O'Rory, a guy in his class, he opened the door.

"Yo, Ron. Why aren't ya dressed, boy? Did ya forget we promised to set up chairs for graduation exercises on Friday?"

"Damn! Yeah, I forgot. Here. Have a cup of coffee, and I'll get dressed. Be right with you."

Ron tapped on his parent's bedroom door. "Pam? Can I come in?"

Pam stood pouting in the middle of the room. "What now?"

"Gee, Pam. It's not like I planned it or anything." Ron shifted from foot to foot. "I promised to help over at school today. I can't bug out on my friends. And its not like it will take all day."

Pam was even more put out now. She really expected today to make up for not getting any last night. She recognized this as something Ron could not control, but damn it anyway. "Oh, run along Ronny. But don't let 'something' come up tonight or y'all will spend all day tomorrow as my personal sex slave, understand?" She started pulling her nightgown over her head and walking toward the shower. "Go on. Get," she winked over her shoulder. Ron didn't hear her sigh as he closed the bedroom door behind himself.

For Ron's part, his temperature had been rising before Tim showed up. The disappointment wasn't all one sided. At the same time, discovering sex-with-love gave him another way of looking at things. The interruption was not altogether unwelcome. It would give him time to think this one through.

When Ron returned home later in the afternoon, he was tired, dirty, and hungry. Not really in the best mood for fun and games of any kind.

Pam sensed he needed time to get into the mood and did not press the matter. But she didn't need to. She could rely on her time-tested carnal knowledge and general attitude to get what she wanted. She would wait for him to relax.

"Did y'all have to work hard?" she asked in a sympathetic voice.

"Yeah, a lot more than I figured on when I told them I'd help."

"Well, go take a shower. I'll have dinner on 'bout when y'all get finished. Y'all will be here this evening, won't you?"

The question caught the young man a little bit at a loss. He wasn't used to being asked what he planned to do. It swelled his pride, made him feel more the adult.

"Yeah, I'll stay home tonight. I'll call Debbie and explain."

"Good. I'm pleased. Dinner in 'bout an hour," she called. Her smile at things working out her way stayed hidden as she turned back toward the kitchen.

"Oh, and Ron. Put on a pair of Sunday pants and a nice shirt, will y'all? I'm dressing for dinner tonight."

"Dressing fancy?"

"Uh huh. I fixed a first class dinner tonight. We'll even eat in the dinning room. I thought it would be a nice change."

Dinner took a little longer to get on the table than Pam predicted. Even though she had it ready in time, her requesting Sunday Dress was her own undoing. Ron was ready but had to wait for her. He spent the time explaining to Debbie over the phone that he'd worn himself out helping at school. His excuses bothered him a bit. Seemed excuses were part of the diet with Pam in the house. On the other hand, it was relatively easy to let Pam have her way. She wouldn't be around much longer and she did know more about fucking than anybody else on the planet. She hadn't failed his cock yet. It was sure to be an interesting evening.

The wait for Pam to get dressed was worth it. She wore a dress of clingy, silky material whose color matched her tan. Hair and makeup were perfectly done to compliment the sexy garment. She had obviously used a lot of effort to look her best. The drop-back, sleeveless dress got Ron's attention immediately. It was longer than most he'd seen the girls wear. The slinky skirt swept the floor and was split up each side clear to the top of her thighs, allowing glimpses of her legs as she moved about setting serving dishes on the table. The bodice slung at the back as well, right down to her waist, folds of shimmering tan that swayed down her back and up again to cross over her shoulders. The sweep of material draped at her breasts hung less than discreetly, reaching to just above the dark brown circles surrounding her nipples, exposing the full bounty of her bosom. Snug at the bottom of her breasts and tight across the flat of her stomach, it flared smoothly across her hips. Shiny, silky, slinky, and sexy as all get out. To complete her outfit - three inches of spiked high-heels with a 'come fuck me' strap at the ankle. Every time she took a step she treated him to a tan flash of luscious, long leg.

Pam knew the effect of properly chosen clothing on a woman's appeal. She also knew the value of setting candles and red roses on the table. She even turned on soft, mellow music that drifted from the living room stereo.

Although Pam's main purpose was Ron's seduction, his education was equally important. Men needed reminding that romance turned women on and could be used to reach more than just their hearts. She was sure Ron would remember how she had orchestrated the mood and even use the knowledge with special women in his life. Especially when he wanted a particularly romantic fuck.

The meal Pam set tasted as good as it looked and smelled; lean roast beef, baked potatoes, and green salad. Pam had even gotten a bottle of fancy French wine. While Ron would have preferred a cola or iced tea over red wine, it definitely mellowed him out.

Pam insisted Ron relax in the living room while she cleared the table. He didn't realize it, but this was as close to a date as Pam could come up with. He was being given her royal treatment.

Because Pam warned him about television, and the high brow music was putting him to sleep, he tuned in the local Country Western station. The slow tempo of the ballads seemed just right.

"Would y'all like to dance, Ron?" She struck a pose for him in the kitchen doorway, wine glass rested against her cheek.

The glass got set on the dining room table and she did a sultry saunter into the young man's arms. Ron was very aware of her voluptuous breasts pressing into his chest and the musky perfume floating up to his nose as they began moving to the music.

"I planned to do this when I first arrived," Pam informed him.

"Why didn't you?"

"Well, as it worked out, I didn't need to. Once we got started, y'all learned what I wanted without all the fall-der-all and fiddle-dee-dee."

"Why now, then?"

"Just because I thought we'd enjoy it. Aren't y'all just a little turned on?" she asked, batting her thick, mascara coated eye lashes.

"Well sure! It's real nice like this. You look especially nice tonight, too. I like your hair piled up like that."

Pam brought her lips to his, kissing him softly, without hunger, allowing the taste of red lipstick to lead the way to their tongues meeting gently. She wanted more dancing in his arms before getting into serious sex. The dress, the dinner, the dancing, all worked a special magic she wanted to savor.

The next song began and they once again swayed to the music. At the end of the number, she took his hand and gave him a back-side close-up of her charms, while leading him to the couch. When they sat, she leaned forward to place her drink on the coffee table and treat Ron to a view of her naked breasts. Her bodice swag swung out and away to give him an excellent view of the pair of baubles waiting for him. It seemed the quick titty peak did even more exciting things to the young man than seeing her naked and totally exposed. She'd caught him looking, of course. She was not disappointed by the attention.

When "I'm Crazy" began playing, she pulled herself into his arms to dance again. She pressed a bit closer, holding him tighter, rubbing against him to the country rhythm of Patsy Cline.

He began to nuzzle her neck, not really kissing her yet, just pressing his face close to take in the smell of her perfume and to just feel close to her. Pam's breasts snuggled against his chest, the twin tanned globes making the blood boil in his veins and the crotch of his black dress slacks tighten.

Finally things were working exactly as Pam planned. The strength of his body, his arms around her, and his breath gently fanning the skin of her neck combined to make her passion mount.

She had Ron's full attention now. His cock began to lengthen as blood flowed into it. His hands moved to her bare back to caress its sexy softness. Lust rose in his loins.

On a tight turn in their slow dance, Pam pressed her groin to him, molding herself to the rod hardening within the confines of his pants. The next step of the dance her thigh mashed against his manhood, nudging more attention from his member. "Cool, Clear Water" strummed in their ears. Her lips nuzzled his neck, an open-mouthed kiss, the very tip of her tongue teasing from between her lips to lightly, ever so lightly, trace across his skin.

Ron responded to bewitching sensuality by tightening his arms around her. Enough so, she encircled his neck in her arms. He closed his eyes a moment and imagined heaven to be so blissful. A hand slipped down to the soft curve at the base of her back, continued lower over some kind of undergarment he had never experienced before. It simply registered in his mind as he pushed past the unknown, searching for her ass cheek to cup it in his hand. He expected to feel her cotton panties. Instead he found Pam, just Pam... no panties, just her firm, round, naked ass. He squeezed the flesh, his imagination filling in what his eyes could not at the moment see.

"Mm-m-m-m," Pam murmured.

She pulled away from him slightly, leaning back against his arm and smiling as his hand squeezed and fondled the sweet cheek of her ass. Their crotches pressed even tighter. Her leg rubbed insistently against his hardening cock, brought his blood hotter. Excitement soon pushed the head of his organ against her hip with enough pressure she knew exactly what was happening to him. With her thigh occupying the space between his legs, there was no place for his cock to go except up against the fabric of his pants. Unable to ignore the bulge in his pants, Pam lowered a hand to gently cup his cock. She gently massaged the end of his cock through his pants as they danced around the front room, dragging a groan from his mouth at her every touch.

"What is this, Ronny darling? Maybe more important, what do y'all think I should do with it?"

Ron nibbled behind her ear. Silent. Pam needed no ideas from an eighteen-year-old. She had plenty more than he had. Pam stopped moving with the music for a moment and reached down to gently move his cock until it stood straight up his belly, pressing against the zipper of his pants.

"Do y'all want something special tonight? Last time I called it." She gently squeezed his member.

"I just want to go slow. I want to enjoy every single moment, every touch of your skin."

"Want to touch my pussy? Its wet and ready, Ronny" she whispered. "Y'all want to put that big 'ol cock in my itty bitty snatch?"

Ron swallowed. His heart pounded, responding to her dirty talk. "I want you to get down on your knees. Get down and take my cock out and suck it."

"Damn, I think y'all have learned a lot in such a short week," she said. "So then, my horny devil. Want me to start now?"

"You bet. Start by getting my zipper out of the way, then pull my dick out. Be sure you don't hurt it," he added, beginning to get into the game.

Nodding her head just slightly, Pam lowered herself to her knees, found the tab of his zipper, and brought the tab down over the bulge of his pulsing cock. Slowly working the zipper to the bottom of its track, she gave herself as much room as she could without having his pants drop. 'He didn't tell me to drop his pants. He's going to get exactly what he asks for tonight, long as he plays the game.' The thought of being Ron's sex slave brought a wave of desire running over her body. It was devilish, exciting, and kinky. Things like that were just made for turning her on.

Zipper down, she reached her hand inside the fly of his pants. She exaggerated the move to emphasize what she was doing. Working her fingers within the fly of Ron's boxers, she ran into trouble, at least trouble as far as the game was concerned. No doubt she could have pulled his cock from his pants, forcing the head to slip through the opening of his fly, even if she made it bend just a bit to get it out. But the slave and master role play excited her. She took the opportunity to tell him the rules she wanted to play by.

"Master," she said, taking on the lowered voice and servile manner of a slave that she copied from a remembered movie. "Please don't be angry with me, but I seem to be having a little trouble getting your cock out. What should I do?"

"I won't be angry if you just do what you're told. And be careful while you're about it." Ron got right into the game along with her.

"Yes, Master," she said, releasing his cock from the confines of his pants. Just laying in the palms of her hands his cock almost made her catch her breath. It sure was a manly looking part of the young body. And, oh, but she enjoyed playing with his young body.

"Now. I want you to put as much of it inside your mouth as you can. Then smear lipstick around it so I can see just how deep you took it when it's back out here in the open."

She glanced up into his eyes, the soft expression giving away the full blown passion breathing through her mind and body. Her nod told him she had heard. She would do all she could to fulfill his requests, whatever they were.

Pam opened her mouth, careful to keep her lips away from the surface of his organ and took his manhood into her mouth. When the head of his cock touched the very back of her mouth she clamped down with her lips, smearing red lipstick around the whole surface. Twisting and turning her head, her lips worked to mark his rod, showing him the depth she'd taken him. With bright red encircling the base of his healthy, quickened cock, she backed up a bit and began running her tongue over the bottom of his shaft, enjoying the very taste of his cock with every bit as much enthusiasm as Ron showed her when she kissed and suckled it.

"I didn't tell you to do that, slave," Ron barked, surprising her with the strength in his voice.

"I'm sorry Master. I thought y'all would like it." Contrition filled her voice. Both of them knew she could call a stop to this with only a shake of her head. He could call it off, too. But the more they got into the game, the more she wanted to experience it.

"I'll forgive you this time, slave. Next time is another matter. Don't do anything without specific instructions from now on. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. I'll remember, Master."

"Good. Now. Lift my balls out of my pants, but better be more careful than you were with my cock. If not, I'll have to spank you." He was not sure how far Pam wanted to go with this game and thought he might as well find out. He was playing completely by the seat of his pants, without any idea where it might take them.