All in the Family (19 page)

Loretta fumbled with the box and removed the oversized dildo with the suction cup base. She laid it across Amber’s legs. Amber grinned big, that same girlish grin she had earlier. She took it in her hands, fondling it and trying to get a feel for its mass and girth. She wrapped her hands around it, one at the base and the other mid way up, her fingers not even touching on either hand. She pretended that she was going to put it in her mouth and Loretta giggled.

“This thing is gigantic,” Amber said. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“The same thing I do, use it,” Loretta said, stroking Amber’s leg.

“I’ll use it on you,” Amber said, “but I’m not sure it will fit in me.”

Loretta lay back on the bed and tried to relax. Amber kissed her way down Loretta’s naked body, taking care to tantalize her nipples. She worked further down, and her tongue found Loretta’s moist snatch. Loretta moaned, and during their time together, they both enjoyed the fullness of the oversized love toy.

* * * *

Herman arrived home with Bobby in tow. Bobby had been bouncing off the walls, ready to get out of the crematorium, not fully understanding or appreciating the knowledge that was there to have. The boy simply did not understand yet; he was far too young, though the machines did seem to interest him. The time it took to do the job was just too monotonous for him.

At the dinner table sat a young woman that he’d never seen before. At first he thought it was one of Jessica’s friends, but then realized that Jessica wasn’t at the dinner table. He asked the question anyway, “Who’s this, one of Jessica’s buddies?”

Loretta and the girl shared a private smile, the meaning of which eluded him.

“No,” Loretta said, “I met this young lady today, and she was in need of a place to stay and a warm meal, so I invited her back here. I mean it is cold out and nearing Thanksgiving time, so I figured it was the least we could do to have her here for a night or two.

Herman immediately felt an attraction to her looks; it could have been the makeup or her nearly see-though blouse, but something made her come across as very erotic.

Jessica arrived home at that moment, and came through the door, stealing everyone’s attention. She walked into the dining room where everyone had congregated; she knew it was nearing suppertime. She halted upon entering, not expecting to see a young woman seated in her usual place.

“Well, now that everyone is here,” Loretta started, “I suppose it’s time for introductions.” She pointed to the men. “This is my husband, Herman, my son, Bobby, and my daughter Jessica.” The girl waved. “Everyone, this is my new friend, Amber.”

Amber flashed a smile and a slightly more seductive smile to Herman; he caught that one and felt his face flush slightly. He nodded toward her.

“Welcome to the family,” he said.

Chapter Thirteen

Dinner had gone smoothly, and they were settling in for an evening in the family room. At least most of them, Bobby had retired to his bedroom for an evening of video games. He couldn’t quit looking at Amber. All through dinner he stared at her, perhaps it was her natural beauty, or perhaps he just sensed something strange about her, but either way, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Herman was impressed with their new guest as well. He saved most of the small talk for after dinner.

They were seated, Herman and Amber on the sofa and Loretta across from them in the chair. Amber felt somewhat uncomfortable, adjusting her skirt and blouse. Nervously, she chewed her fingernails.

“Amber, what brings you into our neck of the woods?” asked Herman. He looked her over. Her soft, dirty blonde hair partly covered one eye. Her makeup was a little thick, but quite seductive, a bluish hue painted above her eyes, eyelashes long and curled. Her plump and pouting lips parted slightly as she drew in breath before answering.

“Well, your wife and I met and began talking and pretty much, that’s it, here I am. I told her I needed a place to bed down for a night or two, I hope you don’t mind,” she said, giving him a look that reminded him of child begging a parent.

“Well, of course that’s fine.”

“Where will she be sleeping?” Jessica butted in.

Loretta shot her a look and then one to Herman. “Jessica, we’ve not discussed it yet.”

“Well, she could always sleep in my room, or the guest room upstairs,” Jessica replied, trying to sound helpful and thoughtful.

“We will discuss it and go from there. I thought for sure that you would want to go to Christina’s house this weekend,” Loretta retorted, a quick snap yet she disguised her annoyance.

Jessica paused a minute, thinking it over in her head. “Well, I did want to go over there. Christina has the internet, and I wanted to check my e-mail.”

“You have our permission if you’d like to go,” Loretta replied quickly. Herman started to speak up, but she shot him a quick look that silenced him.

“Thanks, Mom.” Jessica jumped up and ran out of the room. “It was nice to meet you,” she called from down the hall.

Amber smiled. “Nice girl.”

Loretta smiled at that and couldn’t help but to giggle. When she giggled, it caused Herman to smile and before it was done, the three of them had shared a nice laugh.

“One down,” Loretta said.

That was when Herman caught on; Loretta tried to get rid of the kids for the night. He wondered what kind of spiciness he would get into tonight. Of course it was every man’s fantasy to have more than one woman at the same time, but most men, it seemed, never got the chance. He knew by the look that the two shared when Loretta had spoken that he may become one of the few, one of the proud, one of the lucky men who would get to take on more than one at a time. Fantasies of this had at one time fueled his sex drive earlier in his marriage and a bit even before that. He had always wanted to see his wife caressing another woman, to watch them kiss and fondle each other. This was his hope for tonight.

Now, he had an even harder time taking his eyes from the girl who sat close to him. He could see two nubs on her breasts, her erect nipples poking against the fabric.

“Perhaps you should go see if Bobby wants to take a trip to Tommy’s for the night,” Loretta said, disrupting his gazing fantasy. She spotted Amber’s erect nipples and grinned. “It looks like someone is happy.” Amber looked at her, puzzled. Loretta made circles with her fingers on the centers of her own breasts. Amber blushed and rubbed her chest.

Bobby was playing an action game when Herman walked into his room.

“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” he asked without taking his eyes off the combat on the screen.

“It’s my house,” Herman replied. “Your mother and I were wondering if you’d like to go spend the night with Tommy. I know you two are having problems lately, but I think that if you go and spend some time with him, it will help things out in the long run. Besides, if you go and be friendly, he may not suspect you of being fully involved. You know?”

“Whatever, Dad, you just want her all to yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw you looking at her, too. She’s very beautiful, I’ll say that.”

“Son, that’s something you shouldn’t need worry about.”

“Dad,” with this, he paused his game and looked at his father, “it’s alright, I’m becoming a young man. I know about the birds and the bees, I understand.”

Herman’s lips peeled back into a grossly, perverted smile. “Then you understand,” he paused, “why I need you to go then?”

“Whatever, Dad, you have fun. I’m calling Tommy. I’ll walk.”

Herman left the room with an odd feeling. His son was growing up, but was he growing too fast? Hell, he’s a boy, he’ll learn about that kind of thing sooner or later. Most boys were experimenting in high school, and he’s only a few years away. Still, Herman couldn’t shake the odd feeling, a feeling that he was losing his son as he grew.

Amber was still seated on the couch when he returned. He glanced at her, examining her body and stopping on her breasts for a moment until she looked at him. Her smile melted him, made him feel like a million bucks.

Loretta cleared her throat, taking away his fun again. “Well?”

“He going to Tommy’s as long as his mother says it’s alright.”

Excitement and sexual tension filled the air. The room jumped with electricity.

* * * *

Bobby left for Tommy’s, his sister having left only moments before. Jessica’s friend, the one who came to pick her up, looked exquisite this evening. Her cleavage was out on display, and her lips were pouty and red. She was gorgeous. She had even looked his way and gave him a little smirk. Now there was a smile on his face and perverted thoughts running amok in his head. The girl who was in the car only fueled his perversion. He knew what they were up to. Boys at school often talked about seeing that kind of thing on the dirty channels all the time. In a way, he was proud of his father, happy for him that he would get something that he obviously wanted. It would be like a Christmas present or his birthday all over again, only better. That reminded him of last birthday and Christmas. He hadn’t gotten what he’d wanted or even asked for, for that matter. His grandmother had gotten him dress slacks and a nice shirt, but she had mistakenly left the tags on; she had gotten them on clearance. Not that it annoyed him that they were on sale, but it was the principle of the matter. He had wanted a bicycle, and his grandmother had promised him one, but instead the bicycle had gone to his cousin Rodney. Rodney was her favorite, and he always got everything he asked for and sometimes more.

By the time he made it to Tommy’s, he was red in the face and short of breath. Not from the walk but anxiety. He was angry about what his grandmother had done and was dwelling on it. Rodney got this and Rodney got that, there was the bicycle that he wanted, Rodney got that. Then, the time he asked for money, he got clothes. Rodney got a fat check for fifty bucks, the bastard.

“My goodness, look at you, you’ll catch your death out there,” Tommy’s mother said as she opened the door.

Bobby didn’t reply to that, instead he asked where Tommy was. She had pointed toward the basement stairs, the door was open, and Bobby went straight down to see his friend.

Tommy was right where Bobby knew he would be, on the bed playing video games and eating cheese puffs.

“Hey, you want some?” Tommy asked nudging the bag toward him.

Bobby ate a handful and watched his friend play.

“Watch out,” Bobby blurted out. “Now on your left, right, duck.” The game was exciting and it was one they had each played numerous times together, an over popular online shooter game. Aliens and assholes, that’s what they shot at online. Sometimes, they would run into a decent player, but they didn’t always enjoy their experiences. Each had their own experiences online; most were unpleasant and forced them to deal with extreme and unneeded stress, whether it was pressure from teammates or an overbearing opponent.

Bobby tried to focus on the game, but his mind raced, back and forth, from one subject to the next. His emotions ran like a roller coaster as he sat watching the screen; one moment he was glad he still had his friend, and somewhere, somehow, he wanted to strangle the life out of him. He sat there, loving and hating his friend, all behind his back; Tommy sat, unaware of the emotions that raged through his friend sitting beside him.

* * * *

Loretta opened a new bottle of vodka and made them each a tall glass with vodka and orange juice. “
Screw
-driver, anyone?” she asked, emphasis on the word screw. Amber smiled and accepted the glass, quickly taking a drink. Herman sipped from his slowly, admiring his wife’s curves as she bent over a little further than necessary to deliver the drink to their guest and offer a preview of her goods.

“With the children gone, we can do pretty much anything we would like; you ladies have anything in mind?” Herman asked, trying to hide his smile.

Loretta flashed her teeth. “Oh, I have something in mind.” She glanced at Amber, who in turn took a huge gulp of her drink. Loretta got up from her seat and walked across to her. Amber took another long swig, and Loretta placed her fingers on the bottom of the glass, keeping it turned up. “You’re going to need to finish that and get in the mood, Honey. Think of it as liquid courage,” she said with a smile.

When she had swallowed the last of the drink, Loretta took the glass and sat it on the table beside the sofa. She then kissed Amber, a slow and passionate kiss, glancing at Herman as it happened. She worked her hands down Amber’s arms tantalizing her soft, supple skin, gently working to her fingertips. Taking Amber’s hands, she placed them on her breasts. Amber took her cue and began to fondle and grope her newly found lover, feeling Herman’s eyes on her the entire time. A part of her felt uncomfortable, but another part of her, a perverse part, enjoyed it, even began to crave it more and more. She was getting hot and wet, feeling tingling that started between her legs and ran deep inside her.

Loretta was wet as well, knowing that he was watching; she reached over and grabbed at the tent that had formed in his lap. He rolled his eyes at her touch, it was electrifying, and the feeling of her hand even through the fabric was enough to set him off. He had to try hard not to come. It was a lot of excitement to take in all at once.