Chapter 2

Dave's funeral had taken place at the start of the school year and with Lynn being a teacher and all of our children being in school, I was the only one who could make the trip to St. Louis. It was six weeks before I could get down there. Lynn had been talking with Beverly a few times every week and I could tell that she was concerned for her step mom. I tried to get away earlier but I was involved in some pretty important projects and had to see them to completion first. In any case, once I was able to get the time free, my employer thanked me for finishing the projects on time by granting me an extra week of vacation. I drove down on a Friday morning prepared to stay for two weeks.

I was still more than an hour away from my destination when lunch time arrived so I had stopped at a diner and grabbed a bite to eat. When I finally arrived I parked my car curbside in front of the house. Beverly answered the doorbell looking frumpy and unkempt. Even her skin looked a bit different than normal. All of this was very surprising because one thing I had learned over time was that Beverly, and Dave when he was alive, were both fitness nuts. Beverly always took good care of herself and her appearance. Even so I held my tongue. The woman had been through an awful lot of grief and didn't need me making any comments that might sound negative. After all, it wasn't as if she was asking for my approval.

I told Beverly that I'd already had lunch and asked where she would like me to start. The house had a full basement with about three quarters of it finished. Beverly led me down into the basement and into "the library" as she and Dave had called it.

When I asked her how she wanted me to proceed she said "Most of the things in this room were Dave's. I wouldn't want to keep much of it except for the photos that are already organized into albums. If you see anything in here that you might want or you think Lynn or the kids would want then set it aside and take it back with you. Everything else I'd like to get boxed up," Beverly said as she gestured towards two large packages of shipping boxes and a tape gun.

I started in and she headed back upstairs presumably to continue working on a room up there. I started by trying to get an idea of the contents of the shelves and the room in general. The room was filled with shelves containing nearly forty years worth of Playboy magazines and nearly every copy of Penthouse since 1969, as well as numerous other things. There were a few book shelves with actual books on them. Another shelving unit had photo albums on the top four shelves and the bottom shelf had some good size boxes on it.

"Time to get started," I told myself as I began assembling boxes for use. I would assemble four boxes, fill them with magazines, label them with permanent marker, close them, seal them with tape and carry them towards the back stairs; then repeat the whole process. I did this for about two hours or so and then deciding to move on to something a bit less physical I picked up one of the three boxes that were in the shelving unit with the photo albums and carried it to the only table in the room.

Now I had known that Dave was a photography nut and I knew he liked looking at beautiful women without any clothing to obscure the view, so I guess that finding pictures he'd taken of naked women shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did. Looking back on the situation I think it was more who the pictures were of that shocked me. I began sorting through the several hundred pictures in the box. There seemed to be seven different women in the pictures and I began to sort them into piles by model. I found pictures of his first wife Maggie. In some photos she was topless on the beach, in others she was totally nude, and then there were the photos of Maggie giving blowjobs. Maggie's blowjob photos generally caught her looking up at the camera with the Dave's cock in her mouth — but then there were pictures, taken by Dave it would seem, of Maggie giving blowjobs to other men!

If I was shocked by Maggie's pics, then of course I was even more surprised by Beverly's! The photos Dave had taken of Beverly were generally much more risqué and sexually explicit. In some cases Dave had snapped photos of his cock disappearing into one of his stacked wife's orifices while in other pictures Beverly was fucking or blowing one or more men at a time.

I didn't recognize the other five women from the photos in the first box and was just starting to examine the second box when Beverly came in the door and saw me standing there perusing these salacious photos!

"I am so busted!" I thought to myself.

Instead of yelling at me or getting upset she smiled at me and said "When you're done with those please come to the living room."

I just sat the photos down and followed her up the stairs down the hall and into the living room.

"Mark, it was a long drive down and you've been at it for several hours now. Please sit down and take a break. Would you like a soda or anything to drink?"

"Thanks Beverly. A Coke would be nice."

The living room had a sofa, an overstuffed rocker, and a comfortable leather recliner that Dave had always sat in. I sat in the rocker.

When Beverly came in and saw where I was sitting she became rather upset. She pointed to Dave's leather recliner and said "Please, sit over here!"

"Why? What difference does it make Beverly?"

"You should sit here Mark. You're the man in the family now. I can't sit there —," she stammered, "It's the man's chair."

Instead of arguing or making any comments of my own I just moved to the recliner. Beverly handed me a cold can of Coke and moved to stand directly in front of my chair. I was still sitting in an upright position and she was so close I couldn't recline the chair.

"Do you like what I'm wearing?" she asked.

I'd kept my thoughts to myself before, but since she had come right out and asked I decided to be truthful.

"I normally do like the way you dress Beverly, but this outfit you're wearing isn't very attractive and you seem to have let yourself go a bit. Did you wash your hair this morning? Have you showered today?"

"No. I've kind of let things go for a while," she replied in a quiet voice while looking down at the floor.

"Well take some time out for yourself Beverly, clean yourself up!" I said with a smile. "I'm going to go back down to the basement and get a few more things done. I've another hour or so until it's five and I can probably get quite a few more boxes packed by then."

I did as I told her. I left the pictures out on the table for the moment and switched back to boxing up magazines again. I was just about finished with one long row when I heard her call me again. I went back upstairs and asked what she wanted. She led me to the living room and asked me to sit down. As I was walking over to the recliner I thought the way she was dressed was somewhat strange. Her hair had been washed and styled. She had pearl ear rings and a pearl necklace on. She was wearing a pair of high heeled shoes. All of that would have been alright — except that she had wrapped herself in a pink terry cloth robe.

Before I could lean the chair back and raise the foot rest Beverly was standing right in front of me and just between my legs.

"I cleaned up," she stated.

"Ah, yes. That's good."

"Well?" she asked with her hands on her hips.

"Well what?" I replied.

"I told you I cleaned up!" she said with frustration.

"Yes. I know. It's good that you are taking care of yourself again."

"Yes but-," Beverly cut her words short and I could see that tears were not far away.

"What's wrong Beverly?" I asked.

"I cleaned up! You're supposed to inspect me and see if I did a good enough job!" she burst out.

"Inspect you?"

"Yes!" she replied as she dropped the terry cloth robe and stood naked before me.

I just sat there stunned before murmuring "Ah, good. Yes, you're clean. You can put the robe back on now I guess."

"But you haven't checked anything yet!" Beverly said with some agitation.

After another minute or so had passed she reached down and grabbed my hand and placed it open palm on her shaved pussy. "Is it smooth enough?" she asked as she moved my hand over her pussy.

Gradually I pulled my hand back and said "yes, it does feel smooth."

She turned around so her ass was facing me and bent her body forward while grabbing her ass cheeks with her hands. I could see the puckered rose bud of her asshole.

"Did I do a good enough job back there? I shaved and lubed."

"Well — it looks like you did," I replied.

"You need to touch it to really tell."

In a daze I extended my hands and ran them over the taught cheeks of her butt, trailed my fingers over the crack and down to her pucker.

"Ah, yes — very smooth and I can see that you've lubed."

This seemed to satisfy her somewhat but she still asked "So I did a good job then?"

"Yes. Now go get dressed," I suggested.

"What should I wear?" she inquired.

"Whatever you normally wear around the house," I replied.

"Okay — but first let me get you a drink," Beverly said.

She walked to the kitchen in just her high heels and came back with a cold can of Mountain Dew. Bending down she picked up her bathrobe and walked away. My eyes were drawn to her beautiful swaying ass.

I flipped the TV on and was watching the evening news when she returned to the room. This time Beverly was wearing a see through baby doll nightgown with matching sheer thong.

I turned off the TV and asked "why are you dressed that way Beverly?"

"You told me to wear whatever I normally wore at home. This is what Dave had me wear."

"Oh. Well I can certainly see why he might enjoy you wearing this. You're a very beautiful woman Beverly."

"Thank you Mark."

"Still — I'm not Dave you know."

"But you're the man in my family Mark. You've had a long day driving down here and you've been working so hard downstairs. You need to relax."

I still hadn't put up the footrest on the recliner and Beverly had once again moved between my legs. She knelt down and quickly freed my cock from my sweat pants. In one smooth motion she swallowed me to the root and all thoughts I might have had about stopping her left my mind along with the blood that was all going to my crotch.