Chapter 4
Could Charla's husband be alive?
The clicking sound of a woman's high heel shoes could be heard coming from the hallway. With a surprised expression on her face, Charla stopped in her tracks. For a few seconds it didn't register, who was this pretty young blonde girl speaking with Alex?
Jennie, quickly crossed the room to greet her,
"Hi Mrs. Sedona. You look a little surprised."
Charla smiled as they hugged and replied, "Oh honey, you haven't been gone that long, no need to address me formally. I almost didn't recognize you, look at you, my god you look like a Barbie doll."
After a moment she continued, "I knew you were coming... in my mind I still always picture you in a ball cap and a jersey."
Jennie blushed at the comment and replied,
"Thanks... you know I really haven't changed that much. My hair got just a little sun bleached in Cancun. And you're really looking good... like always." She laughed and said, "It really feels good to be back, I couldn't wait to see everyone."
Realizing that she may have walked in on a serious conversation, Charla apologized, "I'm sorry... you two probably need some privacy."
"No... you're fine. I was just getting ready to leave. If you don't mind, maybe we can get together and catch up... just the two of us... maybe tomorrow?"
Alex, who had been standing by watching this reunion of his stepmom and ex-girlfriend interrupted, "Jenny... can we talk for a minute outside?"
"Maybe later; I have to get home. You know... first day back and of course the parents made plans. If it's not too late when I get back, maybe I can stop back over. Bye Charla, I'll call you tomorrow."
After Jennie had gone, Charla walked behind the large mahogany bar. She poured a glass of wine and sat down at one of the bar stools facing away from the bar. Crossing her legs and taking a sip of wine, she watched Alex for a moment. "You look a little anxious Alex. Maybe you should have another... whatever you're drinking."
"Tell me something, seeing Jennie again, can you still say you don't have any feelings for her?" Watching him struggle with his thoughts, Charla continued, "It's okay, what happened between us can be our little secret Alex... no one will ever need to know."
"She's nothing mom, do you know what she was doing here?"
"Yes, I think I do. I think she was here testing her power over you. And I could see by looking at you... she has it. I know how some women think, I've known a few. And I may not be a psychiatrist, but I've seen this before. All you have to do is look at how she's changed in the past year. Jennie has discovered what she has, and she's learning to use it."
Alex placed his hands on the bar, one on each side of her. "She doesn't have any power over me mom, I'm not going to let play her play games with me." Leaning forward, he kissed her and continued, you're the only one I want to be with."
"I'm not so sure, do you realize you're calling me mom again? Look, I'll be okay with it if you want to spend time with Jennie... and I think you should. Maybe the two of you can work out whatever it is... she looked to me like she wants you back."
Sitting on the bar stool next to her now, Alex placed his hand on her knee and slowly pushed her skirt up her thigh. "I've been thinking all day about you. I always liked seeing you in a dress or a skirt. My friends always had to comment about how hot you look, I would always tell them to knock it off, that's my mom you're talking about." He kissed her lightly on the lips and continued, "Last night you made my fantasies come true, all I can think about is taking you to bed again."
As Alex pushed her skirt up, Charla grabbed his wrists and said, "Stop it Alex. You don't need to prove anything... I don't need reassurance from you." By now he had squeezed his hand in between her thighs. Laughingly, she continued, "You seriously can't get enough can you?"
Charla moved her legs from the crossed position allowing Alex the access he was after. He kissed her once on the mouth and then on her neck while stroking his fingers over her pantie covered pussy. It seemed amazing to her, Alex was like a sex machine with an insatiable appetite. As if he didn't need any time before he was ready to go again. During her marriage to Tim, there were times when she had wished for a little more stamina, but remember, Tim was fifteen years her senior.
For Charla, it was the days and sometimes weeks when he was out of town that she would feel most vulnerable. The men, some of them friends and company employees, others just strangers, there were times when she was tempted. Still, she was never unfaithful, even after he went missing, until now.
Alex had brought her out of the sexual non-existence she had been living without Tim in her life. She now felt the kind of freedom she hadn't experienced since her late teen years. Being a realist, Charla reasoned that Alex would move on. He's young and would need to live free, breath the fresh air, and experience women. But at the moment she would enjoy her well endowed young stud.
At the moment, her thought process was quickly being overpowered by the stimulation of his fingers tracing over her silk panties. However, Charla still managed to tell him what she had planned to say after Jennie left. The slight shakiness of her voice however, didn't sound all that convincing. "I want you to know this, I don't expect for you to be exclusive to me. So... you know... if something happens with you and Jennie or... whoever. You will always be my son first..."
This sort of talk was beginning to cause an aching in Alex's balls. Not only was he lucky enough to be fucking his beautiful stepmom he thought, but here was a different side of her. She seems so open and free spirited now, like her friend Sally. He'd had a few fantasies about her too by the way. The way she used to flirt with him, even back when she used to take care of him when his father and Charla needed a night out.
