About an hour after their awe-inspiring lovemaking session in the shower, Jason and Karen were hiking through the woods on their way to the little isolated pool and, Jason hoped, more skinny-dipping and more lovemaking. Jason was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Karen had on a pair of snug-fitting faded jeans and a pink cotton top that clung lovingly to her lean body and was held shut in front by a series of hook and eye-type closures. He'd been fantasizing about undoing those little closures since he first saw her in it.
They walked through the forest slowly, holding hands like lovers and, as they moved deeper and deeper into the woods, Jason found himself wondering about Brenda's comment about her mother being in love with him. "Could it be true?" he mused as he walked with the beautiful woman he cared about more than he ever believed it was possible to care about anyone. He also wondered about Sylvia's mother's reaction when he'd mentioned Brenda's comment the night before. She hadn't denied it, but she'd never really answered him, either.
"So what did you and Brenda talk about this morning?" he asked.
"Ah...well...I...I asked her how she felt about...about us..." Karen responded, a little hesitantly.
"What did she say?" Jason asked.
"Pretty much the same thing you told me she said when she talked to you," Karen said. "I had no idea how aware of the problems in our family she was. God, Milton and I have really messed up our children's lives, haven't we?"
Jason gave her hand a little squeeze. "Don't be so hard on yourself," he said. "You didn't make your husband drink and I doubt you had anything to do with making him the kind of man he is. Seems to me, that was pretty much decided before you met him."
"I suppose not," Karen replied a little wistfully. "But I can't help but wonder if there wasn't something I could have done, back before things really got out of control, to keep his drinking from becoming as bad as it has."
"That's not true," Jason told her. "It sounds like he may be an alcoholic. If he is, there isn't anything you can do now - or could have done - to keep his drinking from getting worse. The problem is, people close to alcoholics always feel the same way you do. It's called co-dependency and its part of the disease."
Karen stopped, turned, and looked at him in amazement. "How do you know so much about alcoholism?" she asked.
"My dad's a recovering alcoholic," Jason told her. "He's been in AA since I was about five, I guess. Mom goes to Al-Anon and I go to meetings with her sometimes. I've been to Alateen meetings, too. And I've done some studying about alcoholism on my own."
"Yes, but your father is sober," she said. "What happened to make him stop drinking?"
"From what he's told me, it was his boss telling him he better get sober or he'd lose his job," Jason said. "That and Mom telling him she was going to leave him. I don't remember much about that time because I was pretty young when it happened, but both Mom and Dad told me it wasn't easy the first year or so. He celebrated his fifteenth year of sobriety last February."
"But Milton's his own boss," Karen said. "And he's certainly not going to tell himself to sober up or else." She shook her head sadly. "And I'm not sure my telling him I'd leave him if he didn't sober up would do much. I'm afraid he'd tell me to go ahead and leave."
"Would that be so bad?" Jason asked. He knew it wasn't right, but part of him wanted her to leave her husband because, deep down inside, he had fantasies that she'd come to him if she did.
Karen thought for a moment. "It might make my life a little easier, but I think it might be horrible for the girls," she said. Then she shrugged. "Although from what Brenda says, I'm not sure she'd mind." She grinned. "And unless Sylvia's lifestyle was disrupted, she might not even be aware that he'd gone."
"I'm not sure I understand how Sylvia turned out the way she did," Jason commented. "She's not at all like you and Brenda. I mean, she really is a...a..." He wasn't sure he should continue.
"You probably would like to say 'airhead,' wouldn't you?" Karen said, grinning. "I sometimes wonder about that myself. I guess she got a larger helping of her father's genes than of mine."
"Probably," Jason said.
They resumed walking and soon arrived at the pool. Jason shrugged out of the knapsack that held their lunch and set it on the ground. They spread out the blanket they'd brought and sat down next to each other on it.
"It really is neat out here," Jason commented. "I'm really glad you decided to bring me out here."
"I am, too, my darling," Karen said softly.
Jason turned toward Karen and she turned toward him. For a few seconds, they gazed into each other's eyes, then he leaned toward Sylvia's mother and she moved closer to him. The next thing they knew, their lips were touching. The kiss deepened while their arms slid around each other and their mouths opened and, feverishly, their tongues began to entwine.
Fire flashed through Jason's body and, holding her against him, he laid back on the blanket, drawing her down with him. He finally got to open the fasteners down the front of her shirt and discovered they weren't nearly as hard to undo as he expected them to be. Once they were undone almost to her waist, he slid his hand under the shirt, onto her bare breasts.
"Mmmm!" Karen moaned when he began caressing her bare breasts, "Oh, Jason! That feels so nice!" Her hands went to the waist of his jeans, opened them, slid inside, and wrapped around his penis, which was already swollen and throbbing.
Jason shuddered with delight when Karen grabbed his erection. "Oh, God! Oh, God, Karen!" he groaned. He rolled over, pushed her shirt farther open and began sliding his hands over her smooth, warm skin.
When his lips moved onto her straining nipples, Karen groaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts into his. "Uhh! Yes! Oh, Jason! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she exclaimed. Her body strained and twisted as his hands roamed over it.
Jason's hands trembled as he explored Karen's lithe, lovely body. And, as they always did, his gentle caresses evoked a joyous response. While he was still nursing on her nipples, he opened her jeans and pushed them down and was delighted when she kicked them off. He began to slide his hands over the insides of her slim legs. Abandoning her breasts, he started to kiss his way down over her chest and, at the same time, he began to explore her need-moist opening with his fingers. Gasps of ecstasy continued to gush from Sylvia's mother while he caressed her. When he brushed her clit, her body twisted and strained even more fervently and her groans of joy rose in volume. Finally, now on his knees between her legs, he leaned forward and began to kiss her flat belly. He caressed her everywhere with his lips, including the faint stretch marks he found which, he thought, only made her more desirable.
Karen groaned, "Oh! Ohh! Jason! Jason!" and the movements her body was making became more and more frenzied. "Uhh!" she grunted when he slid one of his fingers into her well-lubricated opening. Her hips began to rock up and down insistently and her head rolled from side to side on the blanket.
Jason, who was almost as turned on as it appeared Karen was, reached down inside himself and found a reservoir of self-control he didn't know he had. Instead of plunging his erection into her, he kissed his way down through her pubic hair and then, while his finger continued plunging into her, he started to lick her clit with his tongue.
Karen's body arched and she went wild in response to his actions. "Ah! Uh! Oooo! Uhh! Jason! Uhh! Oh!" she moaned. Her body stiffened then went into a series of powerful spasms when an orgasm exploded through her.
When, at last, Sylvia's mother lay relaxed on the blanket again, Jason, who had shed his jeans and could no longer wait to possess her, slid his body atop hers. Once he was in position, he lifted his hips, then lowered them and felt his erection plunge into her.
Karen's eyes opened and so did her mouth. "Oh!" she moaned when she felt him entering her. "Oh, darling! Yes! I need you! Yes! Oh, Jason! Oh, Jason! Oh, Jason!"
