Now!! Ch. 06

David leaned over and gently showered Roslyn's neck with small kisses, moving from side to side and seeking her mouth and ears as she instinctively turned her head back and forth in response to his ever-ambitious fingers and as she tried to capture his mouth with hers.

He teased, he manipulated, he enticed.

She responded, her initial tiny body movements slowly being replaced by a very detectable undulation both from her torso and her hips. David could sense her soft mewing. Libby could not.

Libby watched breathlessly, her heart pounding, her mind rejecting. This was not happening. She was seeing things that were not occurring. She was making it up in her lurid mind...a mind so desperate and disappointed sexually that she conjured up false erotic thoughts of David and her Mom. It just wasn't true!!

It was true. Ros knew it. David knew it. David could feel her response growing, her heart quickening to match her increased breathing. But most of all was her hips. Slowly, slowly they began a familiar small rotation, pressing forward and then releasing against the colorful pad on which she was laying.

Somewhere, back there in a fog, Roslyn remembered that her daughter was on the way. That Sue would be back soon. She didn't care. All she cared about at the time were the fingers extracting pleasure from her nipples and the mouth teasing her relentlessly.

There was no panic when David's hands left her breasts and moved casually down. Slowly, carefully he lowered then removed the bottom of her bikini. This was no time to rush...to cause an overreaction.

When it was out of the way David went straight to her exposed crotch, slowly stroking her swollen clit. Ros jumped from his touch.

So did Libby. It was almost a small bark, the little verbal exclamation of surprise that escaped her mouth. She immediately covered her mouth with her hand as if to make it go away. What if somebody heard?

Somebody heard. Sue had entered the house through the service door and was watching carefully from the next room as Libby reacted to the scene unfolding in front of her. Sue couldn't tell what was going on outside but that wasn't her goal. Her mission was to see how Libby reacted to the erotic scene unfolding before her.

David spread Roslyn's legs as if to gain access. Actually, he was providing a view. If this was going to work at all it would make no difference how openly vulgar it would be. If Libby were turned on by what she was watching each sordid detail would draw her closer and closer into the fire. If she rejected it, it made no difference or not if she saw his fingers slide inside her mother's wet pussy.

Morally, Libby rejected all of it! How dare him abuse her mother like that? But her sexually starved body had a different opinion about the whole thing. She was moving very slowly in an erotic little dance as she watched the woman in front of her respond to knowing fingers. Unthinkable notions slowly crossed her mind.

"He knows what to do with his fingers," she relented. One look at her mother was proof of that. What had once been a slowly undulating body was obviously becoming a quivering mass, responding in every possible way to the manipulative fingers controlling her.

Sue watched Libby. She couldn't help but let a small inward laugh release. After all this time, after all the worry!

Their timid little voyeuristic bride was being turned on big time!

If the slow rotation of Lib's hips wasn't enough, if the obvious heavy breathing wasn't a clue, there came a dead giveaway.

Libby's fingers had crept their way up her torso and slowly began to stroke her nipples through the tiny cloth.

Sue knew. She smiled. It might not be today, it might not be next week. But Libby Lee was definitely ripe, ready for the right person to pick her from her husband's unguarded tree.

But Sue was as greedy as her manipulative husband. She wanted to see it happen today!!

David agreed with Sue. He had nothing but victory in mind! He intended to create both a visual and vocal finale with Roslyn. A "closing act" to be seared forever in Libby's mind.

He was doing all he could to not look back at the house. He didn't want to give himself away. If he were reading Sue correctly he knew there was a startled, unbelieving twenty two year old frustrated bride in there who was totally stunned at what she was seeing. He wanted her to keep watching. For her, what she was about to see wasn't the end. It was only the beginning!

But Roslyn could definitely feel the beginning of the end. Somewhere in a foggy haze there was still the warning that they weren't alone, that others would be there soon. But overriding that was the "now!" thing, what was happening to her body and senses at the time.

She had been even riper than the Elliot's considered. The skimpy suit she wore should have given that away. It should have advertised that Roslyn was a sexual bundle of nerves, an erotically charged stick of dynamite just waiting to explode. She wanted his cock badly but at the very moment his hands and mouth was a very sensual substitute.

In her erotic stupor Ros had the small thought that maybe this was what she had wanted all along...that maybe her acceptance of their invitation and her choice of attire was all just part of her own scheme for sexual release. Had she come to the Elliot's that afternoon with it in mind to be seduced? Had she subconsciously committed to David's advances long before she arrived?

With those thoughts floating in her sexually saturated mind Ros willed David on...silently urging him to take her over the top.

He did. Her increased breathing, the moaning, the definite body undulations all told him a story. Roslyn Faber was ready to explode. David wanted more. He wanted to coerce her into one of her spontaneous obscene outburst. Hopefully, young Libby would be provided an audible stimulation in addition to her disbelieving vision.

Roslyn came. David coerced. Libby watched and listened. Sue watched the distraught but responding Libby.

Quickly David used his big hands to slide Roslyn's legs to both sides of the lounge chair, dropping her feet to either side to totally expose her pussy as his fingers were ravaging it. He wanted Libby to see it all, to watch her mom pump her ass against his fingers in an uncontrolled fervor. He knew her hips would be unable to stay down, lifting instead to meet the demanding fingers.

He abandoned her clit, jamming his fingers deep inside with long hard strokes that evoked instant response.

It was quick after that. Fifteen seconds? Twenty at the most.

Libby watched. She paid no attention to where her own fingers had drifted. Sue did!

Libby was focused...fascinated. How could it be so raw...so erotic...so compelling? And how could it be Mother responding to another man's advances?

Roslyn felt the rush coming. David recognized the body tremors and muscle contractions he had seen before. He was ready.

Libby was not! When Roslyn exploded on David's fingers with an uncontrollable twisting body Libby was stunned. What followed next made her knees buckle.

"Fuck me, David! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Roslyn's uninhibited outburst filled the quiet air. Libby's knees buckled. She thought she was going to faint. This, coming from her mother?

Sue watched. She could almost tell what was happening out by that pool by just watching Libby. She knew that if nothing else went as they had planned at least it had been a resounding success to that point. Nobody had to tell her that.

She was simply watching Libby's fingers foraging inside her tiny swimsuit, slowly stroking her pussy!

David didn't quit after one time. He was on a roll with Roslyn. Hopefully things were leading to a responsive Libby, too.

Roslyn continued to moan, occasionally spouting obscenities that were detectable to hidden virgin ears. Her body rolled constantly under David's influence. Fingers rubbed, delved, titillated. A mouth teased, tormented, pleased.

Roslyn came again; exploding so hard she lifted her head up off the cushion. The look on her face, the overwhelming intense pleasure...Libby saw it all on her Mother's face.

Stunned, she suddenly had two thoughts. One, her mother was getting it better than she. Two, this wasn't the first time her mom had submitted to David. It had all been too casual, too submissive. How many times? How long? Were there other men?

Over the next few hours it would all hit her, all would come together in small pieces. All the times over the past five years that her wise mom had softly whispered, had gently suggested that she might want to expand her experiences before marriage. Mother wasn't just suggesting to her...she was telling a story. Her own sexual story. My God! When she told her Mother about her own marriage problems only a few days ago was she only recounting her Mother's own personal experience in marriage?

She couldn't dwell on it. David moved away from Roslyn. Immediately Ros put her bottoms back on. Sue and Libby would be there any time. When Roslyn got off the chair and started walking Libby had a strange thought.

That was exactly how she had seen Heather walk at times! God, just exactly how much was she missing? Deep down, she knew the answer.

Things happened fast. Sue correctly calculated and timed the situation outside. Going back out the side door she reentered through the front, making sure her arrival was announced. A startled Libby jolted, realizing for the first time that her fingers were jammed deep into her bikini bottoms, her clit a stimulated bundle of nerves. She hastened, getting her stuff together and stepping outside to a devastated Mother and an expectant suitor.

As soon as he saw Libby he had no need for Sue to fill him in. The limp walk, the red, anxious face...it all told him what he needed. Libby had taken the bait...hook, line and sinker.

Sue walked out within minutes. For the first ten minutes or so it was a strained atmosphere. Nobody seemed to know where to advance from here. An anxious David was beside himself in anticipation. A sexually drained Roslyn was trying to mask her frail situation. A devastated Libby was trying to regain her composure, to mentally shake what she had just witnessed in a disbelieving twenty minutes. It wasn't so easy with her body still responding to the stimulus provided by the lurid and shocking scene she had absorbed.

Sue watched in amusement. Wow! Just this was worth the price of a ticket! The sensuality permeating the air, the obvious lack of sexual direction for the two women.

Sue couldn't wait to see what would happen. For the time being, though, she was the hostess.

Food always breaks the ice.

And food always brings on conversation. In this case, much needed conversation. All four tried to cling to the words as they were spoken. Libby was having the hardest time of all. The vision, the sounds that had reached her...they wouldn't leave. Neither did the thoughts. Or at least some of them.

Her Mother was unfaithful, being finger fucked by David until she exploded.

Mother was unfaithful, being fucked by David until she exploded.

Mother was fucked by David until she exploded.

Mother fucked David.

David.

As the minutes, the hours passed it was David that became her overpowering vision. The hardest part to discard was that it was Mother involved. She was cheating on Dad! How long had it been going on?

But thoughts of those possibilities seemed to be washed aside each time she glanced at the man. The brief swim trunks did little to mask his size. She had already witnessed his expertise. What else was there about him she didn't know? How much that her mother already knew?

Instead of the erotic curiosity, why wasn't there a total condemnation of the whole sordid thing arising from her soul? She should be totally devastated. There should be moral outrage, not just surprise. She should be angry beyond reason.

There should be no tingle between her legs. No inquisitive notions about David's apparent prowess with women. No fast heart beat.

But there was. Some was masked, some not so well.

Sue could tell. This was a very sexually excited young woman sitting in their presence. If for no other signs, Libby's constant glances at the crotch of David's bathing suit were enough. Libby was practically studying it!

Roslyn had no idea what was happening. She was still recovering from her own volatile explosions within the past hours. Somehow she knew she needed to calm herself, to again become the protectorate over her daughter's sovereign innocence.

Her will was already eroding. It wasn't just the "deal" she had already made with the devil. It was the fact that, like Sue, she couldn't help but see the constant glances Libby was making at the bulge in David's suit. Libby's infatuation with David's cock was obvious even to the most casual observer. And there were no casual observers.

During the daylight hours the pool offered some distraction, a chance for everybody to back off. However, as the evening progressed and the sun began to dip, even it became an erotic backdrop. From a shimmering source of relaxation it gradually became a lighted den of veiled evil, a wet trap for which the unwary could easily be lured.

And for all she had seen that day, Libby still was unwary. The only one of the four who was not aware of the situation, she was oblivious to the danger that was so transparent to the other three.

Along with the darkness came a quiet, a stillness that permeated the night. Libby was becoming a little uncomfortable with her situation. Small talk was evaporating and she couldn't get her mind off David. How had he taken her mother so easily? Had he always been Mom's sexual release from an inadequate sexual situation at home? Of course not. David had been in America for almost twenty years. What? How? It certainly didn't start today.

But most of all, how did he make her mother come so hard, so quickly, so totally uninhibited?

What would that be like? Could it happen to her? She mentally shook her head. No, she didn't know what happened with her mother over the years but she was much stronger than that. Much stronger.

My-y-y-y g-o-o-o-o-d-d-d, what she wouldn't give to come like that!!

Roslyn watched Libby continue to glance at David's cock. She read her daughter's thoughts.

"Your soul, Libby. To get a cock like his you give up your soul. The price is very high."

A tiny electronic tone in the stillness of the night ended the awkward silence...altered the sequence of events.

Roslyn picked up her cellular phone and spoke softly for a few seconds before standing up.

"Glenn's home. I'm gonna get out of here."

David and Sue acknowledged her departure. They knew that the next hour was the heart of the whole day. Everything else had only been a build up. And the next hour wasn't going to occur unless things went well in the next 120 seconds.

Roslyn hesitated. She glanced at an inquisitive Libby. A sheep, she thought. So innocent.

And also so painfully frustrated with life. What kind of Mother would leave her to the wolves? What kind of Mother would withhold what she knew would be a life changing experience from her desperately seeking child?

She answered everybody's questions with one casual statement.

"Glenn said that Rob has gone out for a while with Bill and Heather. No need for you to rush home to an empty house," she lightly informed Libby.

There. It was out.

Although it left Libby a little bit out of sort, only the other three realized the importance of the flat statement.

Sue walked Roslyn to the car in a very eerie atmosphere. They were close acquaintances, not great friends. Each of them knew that. Yet Roslyn knew that if there were to be any buffer between her daughter and her lover that evening it would be Sue. At the moment, she wasn't sure if she wanted that intervention to occur.

As she watched Roslyn drive away, Sue knew that if the evening were to progress as planned she was going to have to make a plausible exodus. That she had any plans to actually leave and be left out of the picture was out of the question.

It had worked that afternoon with Roslyn. It had worked over twenty years before at the cottage. It had just worked when Glenn called Roslyn.

She wasn't going to trade a racehorse for a mule! If something seemed to always work why change?

Once the three of them were alone the conversation picked up, became much more animated and lively. For Libby, maybe it was because her Mom was gone and the visions from earlier were tempered. For the Elliot's, it was all prattle meant to fill a certain period of time.

An hour passed.

It was time to stop cutting bait and start fishing! The Elliot's were in danger of letting the evening slip away.

A nod was all it took. David stepped inside the house and a few minutes later Sue's cell phone rang.

There was Sue's answer, silence followed by a twisted scowl, then frustration.

"You've got to be kidding me, Jamie! I love you, sweetie, but just exactly how far do you have your head up your ass?"

Libby cringed at the statement.

Sue hung up.

David walked out and looked at her with a very exaggerated dirty look.

"Surely not," he said and shook his head. "What this time."

Sue looked at Libby with an exasperated look and bitched.

"Jamie! This afternoon she ran out of fuel. Now she's locked herself out of the goddamned house! I can't believe this shit!"

Libby felt sorry for Sue. She felt even more sorry for the non-existent Jamie.

When Sue got up to leave Libby rose, offering to ride with her. Sue waved her off.

"No, it won't take that long. I'll take her the spare key and be right back. Enjoy the pool!"

And she was gone, leaving the two together.

David was beside himself. Here it was. It would never get better. Libby alone in the warm dark evening. He could feel the Viagra he had taken minutes before start to kick in. He was leaving nothing to chance.

There was strained silence. David was well aware of Libby's presence but Libby was drowning in his. For so long he had been her handsome, rich, generous, suave "Uncle" David that she adored and secretly coveted. That had all changed within hours.

Earlier that day he had been sort of an ogre, the bad man who had violated her mother. Somehow that had changed. Now, he was the sexual God who earlier that day had sent her mother skyrocketing into a sexual eruption. Libby knew full well that it had been a repeat performance, one that it had happened before. She had no idea it was actually a command performance, arranged solely to sexually arouse her.

Something had to break the ice, the strained silence.

David broke the silence. He held out his hand and softly suggested.

"Let's go in the pool. It's nice right now."

Libby hesitated for the same reason David suggested. First, she was going to have to remove the virtually transparent wrap that was her only protection from his attentive eyes. Second, she knew there would be close proximity in that dark pool.

So did David. He won over. A timid Libby made the mistake of very slowly shedding her cover instead of just quickly removing it. To a captured audience in David it was more of a strip tease. David went in first, offering his hand to the trailing Libby.

He had no intention of giving up that hand if at all possible.

In the warmth of the water, Libby noticed his ownership of her hand. She just didn't object. Within minutes, without the limiting presence of others, their conversation was as light and lively as ever. It quickly turned into a perfect evening with her "perfect" friend.

Sue watched them from the darkness of the second story window. Thank goodness she didn't have to pay for a ticket for all of this. It would have cost her a fortune! Removing what little clothing she wore she settled down into a big comfortable chair and picked up the glass of wine that set next to her binoculars. Then very slowly she began to stroke what were already hard and incredibly sensitized nipples. No matter what happened this was going to be a show.