This chapter of Woodsman fleshes Arlene a bit more and starts Vivian's separation from her lover.
The author mistakenly posted 'woodsman 4' as The Woodsman'. Now it had been renamed "Woodsman Ch. 04" so kindly read "Woodsman Ch. 04" before you read Woodsman 5.
As always everyone engaged in sexual activity is over 18.
I am pleased to continue take advantage of my talented editor Candace or Shy Girl Whore on lit. Enjoy.
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Arlene was masturbating slowly as she listened to her daughter and Rob McCoy make love. She had come to know the man that was her savior a little and she would do nothing to interrupt the love affair that he was having with Vivian. He was a striking looking man. His mostly gray hair was usually uncombed and too long. His shoulders were broad, stomach flat and his hips were narrow.
The couple was not very quiet when they made love though. Arlene could hear the two go at it almost every night and even in the morning. Vivian, she had discovered quickly, was a very vocal lover. The noise of their fucking had inflamed Arlene's hormones. It had been too long since she had made love. She needed a man, but her guilt wouldn't let her break up the love affair of her daughter and Rob.
Arlene had been horrified when Vivian had told her story of the two year trek across the forests of northern America and Canada. When she recalled the ordeal of the old trapper and how she had escaped the rapist Arlene had been mortified because she knew that her actions had been the reason behind Vivian's escape into the forest and she was also responsible for the brutal way in which her daughter had been deflowered.
The shame that she felt was so great that Arlene had become withdrawn and quiet around this man that had rescued her and given her daughter back to her.
Arlene had always been submissive when near a strong male and so she was now. There was no task that was too small or inconsequential for Arlene to gladly do. She didn't speak or offer an opinion unless asked. She had taken over the task of housekeeper and cook for her daughter and her benefactor. Her prime duty, in her mind, was to make the man that had been responsible for her rescue and rehabilitation as happy and content as possible. If that meant that she would allow him to have sex with Vivian then so be it. There was no way that Arlene could stop the two lovers from being together anyway.
"Viv, are you sure that you want to study abroad? That's a huge step for you. And in another country too? You would be alone again. With no protection. I couldn't allow that. You would be a beautiful young girl in a foreign country, ripe for a sexual predator. You have only just recently come to me here after being raped all last winter." Rob was in thought for a moment. "Don't get me wrong Viv. I am all for you getting a good education but I want to know that you are safe also."
The taskmaster and problem solver in Rob had been awakened. "Okay while you are getting your GED, I will check out the ways for you to get a degree. It won't be easy and you are getting way ahead of yourself with your career choices. Get started with your GED online. By the time it's complete we will have a better idea and a location for you to start college."
"Sounds good Robbie." Vivian snuggled into her lovers arms. She had another subject to bring up, a much more delicate subject. For the first time since she had broken into Rob's home she was afraid.
"Robbie, umm, I have another thing to ask you for. And I don't know how to say it. I don't want you to get angry when I say it either." Vivian had never been more nervous.
"Viv how many times do I have to tell you that you can ask me anything. I won't get angry. I promise."
Vivian sat up then. She sat back on her heels and looked down at the man that she loved so much. She knew that the next words out of her mouth would change her life forever. They would change the way Rob felt about her also. She might even be giving him up forever. However she would always have that piece of him in her heart that everyone's first love held. Vivian had known almost from the time her mom had arrived that the answer to his reluctance to bedding her was her mother. Until recently she had simply ignored his reticence but now, with her mom staying with them, the answer had become clearer.
"Robbie don't answer until I'm finished. Ummm I want you to make love to my mom. She really needs a man and I think you would make the perfect couple too. I know that I can't stay with you forever and that she has no place to go now. I won't take long to get into college, maybe a few months, so when I leave you for college I want to leave your bedroom also. Once I am gone I want you to keep her here with you. This way you will have a companion and she will be safe from temptation from the drugs. Then I can visit as often as possible but we cannot be intimate after you move mom into your bed. I know you have said that you don't want us both together and that's okay. Neither do I, so that is the way I want it to be. I know that's a lot for me to say but that is what I want for us, you, me and my mom. Please Robbie. Please say you will?" Vivian was begging now with tears running down her cheeks. Several bounced off her naked breasts, running down to her nipples then dripping onto her thighs.
Rob was completely taken aback by Vivian's unexpected speech. While he had very much enjoyed the time in bed with his Vivian, he had, on another level, known that she couldn't be his forever. He would be fifty in a few years and she would still be only in her twenties. The huge age difference had also shown itself by his libido. While initially the young teen had boosted his sex drive immensely, Rob knew that at some point he would start to show his age and he would slow down while Vivian would still be rising to her sexual prime. He couldn't allow that to happen.
He also knew that she needed to interact with people her own age. Her social skills had been horribly interrupted by the events of her youth so on some level she was very experienced, she had an amazing amount of self esteem, yet socially she was still very naive. Being confined in these North Michigan woods was not helping her socially either. The pool of willing and suitable suitors was pitifully shallow.