Chapter 17

Jamie stood to open yet another beer and to refill their cups with the homemade brandy. She staggered a little. Lord, she thought, that brandy packs a wallop. The heat, humidity, and alcohol had her sweating profusely. Unconsciously, she undid the top three buttons of her housecoat. The coat fell open. I probably should rid of this ratty old coat, she thought. Her fingers idly moved from just below her breasts down over her waist and hips. A shiver ran over her body as she recalled Sam taking her on the kitchen floor in this coat. Her pussy moistened as the memory of his young, virile cock, pounding her into submission, filled her mind. Sam had just taken her over her objections. He was like a trip hammer, bam, bam, bam! No technique just a big hard dick having its way with her pussy! She smiled ruefully, a pussy that was leaking a lot right now!

Her hands went to the open vee of the coat, containing her cleavage. The buttons just under her breasts held it together.

John watched bleary-eyed as Jamie turned and walked the few steps back to her chair. The sensuality his wife projected now struck him. In their 20 years, he had seen her naked countless times. He had seen her partially dressed more time than he could count. Yet now he saw her in a new light. She seemed to glow. There was a ... sexuality that he was sure wasn’t there before.

“Undo the other buttons!”

“John,” Jamie exclaimed, slurring her words, “The other camp is just through those trees. They might see me!” Her eyes scanned the thin row of trees. She could clearly see the back of the Comstock’s RV.

“Undo the Gawddamit buttons!” John slurred.

“You are naughty, John,” Jamie giggled as she unbuttoned her robe. She glanced over her shoulder toward the camp of the father and son. It was quiet and had been for a while. Perhaps they were in bed.

Jamie weaved slightly. She opened her housecoat with a flourish, giggling uncontrollably. Her large breasts swayed as she gave an impromptu wiggle. She harkened back to their younger days when they dabbled in exhibitionism. That had been so hot!!

“Turn slowly!” John slurred. His cock hung like a lump of semi-hard meat. He was not sure where this was going. He wanted her exposed to the world as the cheating incestuous bitch she was. The conflict was he loved this depraved bitch. As Jamie turned slowly, John thought he caught movement in the trees.

Jamie pirouetted slowly raising her housecoat as she turned. Being exposed in the open air of their camp was an incredibly turn on for her. She grabbed the hem of the coat and raised it to just below her breasts. She let one hand slide over her abdomen and one to the overheated vee of her sex. She shivered as her finger slid over her swollen clit. She froze as she thought she caught movement in the trees. Quickly, she dropped the hem of her coat and pulled it tightly around her.

“John, we need to go inside,” She said nervously, “someone is watching!”

“Nobody’s watching,” John said, “besides you are the woman who fucked her son on an airplane. You don’t have any shame!”

Jamie dropped her head as John’s words cut into her. Even in her drunken haze, she realized it would be hard to get them back to some semblance of normalcy. Fuck it, she thought with uncharacteristic profanity, fuck it! She attempted to peer deep into the trees, to find the source of the movement.

She let her robe fall open. Her fingers played on the lips of her labia. She teased herself, relishing the wickedness of her exposure, of playing with her pussy with the eyes of a phantom voyeur watching.