Humiliated Wife Turns to Her Son

Sandy and Steven begin preparing for the future.

Rachel and I were aroused from our sleep by the not too terribly annoying ringing of the telephone which, of course, was the automated wake up call. I had my usual case of morning wood and after a quick trip to the bathroom for each us to relieve our bladders and brush away the dragon breath, Rachel was more than willing to attend to my other physical needs by whatever means I wanted. She offered her ever hungry mouth and throat for my pleasure declining my own offer to favor her with my lips and tongue. She told me last night had been for her but this morning was for me. Sadly, our time was limited as I needed to get to the office so we both passed on the opportunity for a special breakfast in bed.

We decided to skip breakfast at the hotel but Rachel did make a pot of coffee at the wet bar. We took a shower together and dressed to go home. While we were having our coffee, I called Sandy to be sure she and Tracy would be ready to go to the office when I brought Rachel home. Sandy told me all three of them were already up and stirring. She added that we could skip breakfast at the hotel since they were anxious to hear all the details about our date and she would cook breakfast.

When we got down to the front desk to check out, once again all eyes were on Rachel. Her tight ass cheek revealing shorts and cropped tank top made it nearly impossible for anyone not to stare at her.

Upon seeing the huge passion mark on Rachel's throat, the morning desk clerk said with a brilliant but sexy smile, "Please don't be offended but I am going to decline to ask you if you had pleasant stay."

I grinned and asked, "Is it that obvious?"

She said, "Duh! Uh huh!"

Rachel and I joined her in a reasonably quiet round of laughter after which I asked her if we could order one of the robes like the ones in our room and have it sent to us since gift shop was not yet open. She said she would take care of it and added the cost to the room bill.

When we arrived back at the house Sandy, Tracy, and Karen were waiting for us in the kitchen eager to hear all the details of our date. I left Rachel with them to tell the story while I went to change clothes for work. I wasn't quite ready to adopt jeans and a tee shirt as my working clothes so I opted for a golf shirt and a pair of slacks. We were in the construction business so a suit and tie was necessary only rare occasions.

As I entered the kitchen, I wondered if Rachel's tale of our date would be like a fishing story in which the fish got larger with each retelling. I smiled as I thought I would like to hear her description of the date to her girlfriends back at home knowing full well she would not mention her date had been with her cousin. Also, I imagined taking Sandy and Tracy away for a surprise weekend trip. I knew my days of dating college girls was, for the most part, over. I had every guy's dream in the four women sitting at my kitchen table right now any one of whom was more than enough woman for any man.

After breakfast, Sandy, Tracy, and I left to go to the office. On the way, I told Tracy to handle the arrangements with the funeral home concerning Dad and Daphne since she was a disinterested third party with no personal agenda which might affect her decisions. Sandy readily agreed with my idea and Tracy told me to leave everything to her.

I also told Tracy to call Zack and ask him to stop by the office as soon as he could. Zack arrived only a few minutes after we did. I told him we needed to find my father's truck in the airport parking lot. I had him ride with me in my car since I wanted him to drive the truck back to the office.

We talked mostly about the projects which were already in progress. When I told Zack my mom thought we might need to hire someone with a general contractors license, he smiled and agreed she was right about that.

Then Zack surprised me by saying, "Steven, correct me if I am wrong but the way I see it your mother is handling the money, but you're really the boss. Isn't that so?"

"Zack, I detest lying so the answer to your question is, yes, I am running the business but for everyone who doesn't figure it out my mother is the boss. I hope you are OK with that," I replied.

"Hell, I like it that way. In just the past couple of days, you have shown me that what you lack in knowledge and experience you more than make up for in guts and you are trying to keep things running smoothly without acting like a smart ass. I really expected to have clients and suppliers climbing all over me asking questions. That hasn't happened and you haven't been on every job site trying to show everyone you are in charge. I'll do everything I can to help you, Steven.

"Thanks, Zack, I really need your help right now. By the way, if you like Dad's truck, it is yours as a company vehicle. In my opinion, you've damn well earned it. If you want it, we'll drop it off at Savage Ford and let the service department go through it," I told him.

"Shit! I never imagined I'd ever get a company vehicle. Of course, I want it as long as I don't have to kill anyone to get it," he laughed in reply.

"All I ask is to that you keep doing your job as usual and find me a general contractor," I said to him.

"Yes sir, boss. Hell, I wish I had that license, myself," he said.

I decided to take a bit of a risk by finding out why he didn't have at least some type of contractors license. He had the experience and the written examination couldn't be that difficult to pass. When I asked him about it, he told me it was mostly due to the financial requirements that he had not tried to get the license.

It was time for me to 'put up or shut up' so I asked, "Zack, if I commit the company to provide you with the necessary financial support, will you do the rest to get the license and sign a five-year no compete contract with us?"

"Steven, my first thought is to say, yes, but I want to talk this over with, Savanna, my wife before I give you an answer, if it's OK with you," he replied.

Thinking of my own relationship with Sandy, I fully understood and appreciated his feelings so I said, simply, "Take all the time you need. I'd think less of you if you didn't want her to have some input in your decision," I told him.

"Are you sure you're only 19?" Zack asked with a smile, not expecting an answer.

We found the truck and took it to the Ford dealership to be serviced. I told the cashier to call Zack when it was ready and he would pick it up and sign the invoice. I told her if she had any questions about it, she should call Mr. Savage. She made me wait for a couple of minutes while she got approval and told me everything would be fine.

Mr. Savage did come out to see me and extend his condolences about my father's death. He told me if I needed anything to let him know. He smiled and told me he wished his daughter and I had gotten together. His smile turned to laughter when I told him politely that she was champagne and caviar while I was catfish and beer.

As we left, Zack said I sure made things look easy. I grinned knowing I was running on nothing more than guts and instinct than on any special business sense. Happily, everything was working out well so far.

My thoughts turned to Sandy and Tracy. The cashier at the dealership was really quite hot and I was suddenly very horny. I thought I would have sex with either Sandy, Tracy, or both of them in my office at lunch time.

I saw no reason not to mix a little pleasure with business especially since both of my new "wives" worked with me. It couldn't be a non-stop fuck fest every day but an occasional "nooner or an afternoon delight" with one of them would certainly be better than what many other men did either in their office or by taking some little hottie to a motel for an hour or so.

In my case, I had two beautiful, sexy ladies available who just happened to be my "wives." It was far better than being involved with someone in a sordid affair. The office was mine now so I decided to have Sandy redecorate it to include a comfortable but professional sofa bed and have it delivered a few days after the memorial service for my father and Daphne, rather like out with old and in with the new.

When Zack and I returned to the office, I told him to talk with his wife about the offer I had presented and let me know, as soon as he could, what he decided to do. He assured me he would make a decision within a day or two.

Tracy told me she had been in contact with the funeral home and the remains of my father and Daphne would be arriving in the afternoon. I told her to attend to the details and we would close the office on the day of memorial service as well as the day after.

Sandy beamed with joy when I told her to redecorate my office and include a sofa bed in the new furnishings but to keep in mind this was a working construction office. She laughed and said she was more inclined to go with a bordello look. Then she asked me what I wanted for lunch.

"I think I'll go home and have Karen for lunch. She'll only be here for a few more days and I know I'll be otherwise occupied tonight," I told her, having changed my mind about having sex with her or Tracy until later tonight. I wanted Karen all to myself without an audience for at least an hour or two and I felt sure she was eager for the same thing.

Sandy laughed and said, "OK, just don't let that slut wear you completely out. I'm tempted to suck your cock before you go to be with my slutty sister but that would just make you last longer for her. Don't you dare fuck her in our bed. It will never get dry by tonight after one of her rainstorm orgasms," she said with a sly smile and a sexy giggle.

I kissed them both and told them I would be back in a couple of hours to pick them up.

"Fine, Tracy and I are going shopping for a sofa bed. I'll plan the rest of the office makeover to coordinate with it. I'm also going to get and air ionizer so the office won't smell every day like a whore house after a long weekend," Sandy told me.

"And just how would you know what a whore house smells like?" I asked her with a wink.

"I don't but I do know the scent of sex. I smell it every time I walk into our bedroom and almost every other room in our house. Now go fuck your horny little slut," Sandy said with another giggle.

I suppose I should have called Karen before I went back to the house to make sure she was there but I didn't think of it. I was happy to see her car was there when I arrived. My cock hardened instantly when I found Karen and Rachel on the patio. Rachel was wearing her nearly not even a bikini swimsuit and Karen's bikini was almost as skimpy. At a nude beach on Ibiza they would have been over dressed but on a beach here they might have been arrested. On our patio they were just plain sexy. I knew a threesome with them was in our future but right now my mind was on Karen.

"Steven, I'm so glad you are here. Maybe now Rachel will stop chattering like a magpie. I don't know everything you actually did to her last night but almost every other thing she says is 'Steven this or Steven that'," Karen exclaimed with a laugh as I pulled a chair up to join them.

"Karen, it's lunch time. I hope you are on the menu," I told her with a sly smirk.

"I'm more than just on the menu, baby, I am the menu. You can have me any way you want me. I so horny I feel as if I'm charbroiled on the inside but I'm rare and ready to cooked on the outside," she replied sexily.

"Can we have a threesome, Steven?" Rachel asked.

"Not this time, babe. I want Karen all to myself," I replied.

"I see, I'm yesterday's news now that you got what you wanted from me," she said with a very phony pout.

"Something like that," I teased her.

"I don't mind telling you, Steven, after what you did to my ass two nights ago my pussy has been on fire for you. I don't remember the last time I wanted a man as much as I want you. Until you fucked my ass, I hadn't had a man inside me since before my divorce. Now, feeling your cock in my pussy is all I can think about. I love being with a woman but I crave being with you. Please take me to bed. I'm almost desperate to feel you inside me," Karen said before moving onto my lap, molding her body into me, and probing her tongue deeply into my mouth as she kissed me."

I caressed Karen's firm ass and told her I wanted her as badly as she wanted me before picking up in my arms to carry her to my bedroom. Either she was a fabulous actress or she really had no hidden agenda. She nestled herself into my arms like a newlywed bride rather than like a woman who wanted something more than to make love with a man.

When I laid her on the bed, Karen smiled and asked me to lock the door saying she really did want this to be just the two of us and not give Rachel or anyone else an opportunity to even peek in to watch us. I wished to make Karen want me the way Sandy and Tracy did. Rachel's youthful enthusiasm was awesome but there was something very special about older women which I could neither understand nor describe. I realized that years down the road Rachel would probably still be with me but right now the older ladies were more appealing to me. I would, however, maintain close contact with Rachel and try to keep her not only as my girlfriend but also much more.

When I turned around to go back to the bed, I saw Karen had removed her bikini while I was locking the door. 'God, she looks so incredible,' I thought to myself as I looked down at her beautiful face and fantastic body. I noticed she seemed to be struggling desperately to keep herself from crying.

As I sat on the bed beside her, I asked soothingly, "What's wrong, honey?

"Nothing," she replied trying to hold back a tearful sniffle.

"Karen, I don't claim to know a lot about women but I can tell there is something wrong. Please tell me what it is. I'll do my best to help you," I said to her softly.

"Steven, just being with me is the best thing you can do to help me. Being here seeing you, Sandy, and Tracy together I guess has made me realize how sad and lonely I have been. When my husband left, I was devastated and basically turned to women in desperation. I know it's wrong of me to feel the way I do about you especially since you are my nephew. I know I cannot take you from Sandy and Tracy but deep inside I do wish you could love me like you love both of them," She said as her tears began flowing more freely.

She paused momentarily to take a deep breath before continuing, "I don't want just any man and its not just sex, Steven, I want to belong to you. Our age difference is wrong, our blood relationship is wrong, everything about this is wrong but I don't care. I know I'm being foolish but I'll gladly accept even a small amount of your love as long as I can be near you," Karen stated with certainty.

"Honey, I can't promise to love you as you want me too, but I can promise I will try. The relationship Sandy and I have is also wrong by most standards but we are, nonetheless, in love with each other. The only one of the four of you who is socially acceptable and soon to be legally available to me is Tracy and while I do love her, Sandy will always be my first love. There is room for both you and Rachel as long as all five of us can love each other. I only hope you will not change your mind completely after we make love," I told her.

"After what I have already experienced with you I can only see both my love and my sexual desire for you as growing stronger. I know it is far more than sex that make my sister and Tracy love you so much. Rachel told me she wants to be your girlfriend and I don't blame her. If I was her age, I would feel exactly the same way even if you were my own brother not just my cousin. She said she is going to stop dating anyone when we go back home. I'll make sure she stays on her birth control pills just in case she gets weak. Now can we stop talking please? I'm so horny for you I feel like I'm ready to explode," she said to me.

I wrapped my arms around her and began kissing her softly all over her lovely face as I shifted my body on top of her. I needed as much skin to skin contact with her as possible. Her skin was burning with desire and her body seemed to envelope me in her clutching embrace. She seemed to transform before my eyes into the essence of a purely sexual being. She didn't merely want to make love with me she physically needed it. My own body responded in kind to her rising passion. My breathing became rapid and short while my cock pulsed and grew even more erect as it pressed against the fiery hot, wet, swollen lips of her pussy.

I yearned to kiss, lick, and nibble every inch of her satiny smooth soft skin. I was struck by an overwhelming sense of urgency to possess her very soul if I could. Karen began to slowly run her hand down my chest toward my cock but I stopped by saying this was all about her and I wanted her to just relax and enjoy the sensations. She purred contently as she told me she had never been treated this way, even by her husband.

Clearly, Karen was not going to simply lie there and be a passive participant. She wanted me to make love with her but she also wanted to make love with me. Karen matched each of my kisses, licks and nibbles with her own fervent and passionate responses. Her entire body came to life with the pent up sexual desire which burst into flames from the smoldering embers of the passion inside her as she writhed and undulated beneath me. We were almost like two serpents twining together as we rolled together on the bed constantly shifting our positions. Karen had no qualms about making me feel the power of her sexual prowess as a woman. She knew what she wanted and she was determined to make me give it to her while at the same time yielding the soft underbelly of her femininity to me. Suddenly, Karen slowed everything down for us. She rolled onto her back dragging me with her as she did.

"Steven, I love everything about the foreplay, the way you take the time to arouse me is incredible but it has been too long since I was with a man. Another girl using a dildo on me or me using one on myself is sensational but, for me, it just isn't the same as making love with a man. If you want me again in the future, I'll do whatever you want but this time let's make love...please," she whispered softy.

I didn't know if she was playing on my emotions or not but her plea touched something inside me making me want to hold her closer to me and shield her seeming vulnerability. Her brash, aggressive personality was giving way to a side of her I didn't quite understand.

"Guide my cock inside you, Karen, I want to take you slowly and tenderly as my lover not as a wanton woman. If our passion becomes too powerful for us then things may change but I want you this to be very meaningful for both of us," I whispered to her in reply.

She wrapped her soft hand around my stiff cock and pulled it slowly to the soft, wet lips of her pussy which were already open in anticipation of my penetration. She spread her shapely thighs wider and as she pulled me closer and closer to her. I could feel the growing intensity of the heat emanating from within her. I kissed her deeply; probing my tongue between the parted lips of her mouth as my cock slipped deeper and deeper into her womb. I wanted her to feel the power of love as much as the gratification of sex.

I thrust my hips against hers which she lifted to meet each of my strokes. We continued caressing and kissing each other as our desire and passion rose but still we managed to maintain a slow and easy pace in our copulation. Karen rolled her head back and to the side exposing the soft tender flesh of her neck to me.

"Mark me, Steven. Mark my neck just be gentler with me than you were with Rachel and don't make it nearly as large as the one you made on her. I will have to take some kidding about it when I get back to work but I do want to bear your mark and feel that I am, indeed, yours," she cooed.