"I would assume that you would know how to access your money in your account."
"Heather, this isn't a fucking joke. I need you to transfer back the money that you took from me."
"See here's where it all gets a bit hazy for me David. Because my understanding is that the marriage laws state that half of what was in that account is mine. You see you have been shortchanging this family for more than two decades now and as I see it, we are finally getting somewhat closer to even. In fact, if I take this to my solicitor what's going to happen is all the money that is in that account is going to be frozen then divided up the way the courts see fit. Now what that means is that not only will you not have access to that half but when it gets divided up they will also take into account what Williams' education has and continues to cost and also where the money for the mortgage came from. Meaning they will understand that my business was the source of income for the house, the cars, the education of our child and the running of the household while you lied and squirrelled away the vast majority of your income. You will be lucky to get ten per cent of the total in the end or you can accept that you are a shit human being and that to get the fifty per cent I have left you is more than you deserve."
"I will make you pay for this you bitch. I will make you suffer. I will burn your so-called life down. Your business, the house, everything. I will take William away from you. I will leave you a bitter, lonely old hag that no one wants anything to do with."
"Now David, you may want to refrain from threatening me. Understand that although you did have me fooled, that stopped several days ago and I will never be a fool for you again. I have taken certain contingency actions that fall into place if anything untoward were to happen or even just some unlucky accident. If I were you, I'd be hoping for my best health. Oh and the last thing that worries me is being lonely, you have trained me for that quite well."
I hung up the phone and nodded to Bill to stop him recording. I had to sit down now. I had been pacing back and forth and suddenly all the energy and adrenaline I had been feeling crashed. I sank into the chair and put my head in my hands. I was on the verge of tears and I was so angry. I felt like my shoulders were up around my ears I was so tense so when Bill stood up behind me and began to slowly massage my neck and shoulders it couldn't have been better timed.
I have always loved a good massage and a well-executed head massage has been known to leave me tingling in the past. It's like Bill just knows these things like it's built into his DNA just how to turn me on. Maybe the same things work for him as they do for me and he just does what he likes being done to him. I don't know for sure, but feeling his fingers working through my hair against my scalp had me feeling tingles everywhere. I was feeling so good by the time he got back down to my shoulders I was feeling completely compliant. He could have asked me to get naked in the front yard and suck his cock and I probably would have. Bloody hell, now I am thinking about doing just that and I'm getting wetter by the second.
He reached down and tugged at the bottom of my shirt without saying anything. I just raised my hands above my head, allowing him to lift it up off me completely. I had put a bra on this morning as part of trying to look very professional, however, within seconds of my shirt being folded and placed in front of me it was joined by my bra.
I sighed with pleasure as his warm hands began to soothe the tension in my shoulders and back. I rested my forehead on my shirt and before long Bill had me practically drooling. He got about halfway down my back before it got too awkward for him to continue. He came around to my side and before I knew what he was doing he had picked me u in his arms and began walking out of the kitchen. I knew my boy was strong but I'm no lightweight and he barely seemed to struggle at all. He did have to turn side-on to get through the kitchen door without hitting my head on the jamb though. He got to my room and placed me as gently as he could on the bed then went off for a minute or two. I just laid there, thinking about what the morning had brought already. Thinking how Bill had become more of a man over the last week, at least in my eye, than his father.
Bill walked back in and I realised why he had disappeared. In his hands was my favourite massage oil. He poured some into his palm then warmed it between his hands before sliding them across the bare skin of my back. Just his touch sent tingles through every part of me. He worked his way up to my shoulders and neck then back down again. I hooked my thumbs in the top of my pants and wiggled them down off my hips, exposing the top of my bum. Bill took it from there and slid my pants all the way down and off, taking my panties with them. It felt so good to be naked and exposed for him to explore. I no longer felt self-conscious at all. I wanted him to see all of me. To see, and smell, and touch and taste. I couldn't get enough of his touch. He applied more oil and went to work on my lower back then down to my bum. His hands were sliding over my cheeks and pressing into them, kneading them like bread. I could feel him pulling them apart and I knew he was seeing me in the most intimate way a person can. He then moved down to my thighs and calves. As he worked his way back up he was slowly spreading my legs apart. There was a part where I could feel my pussy lips spreading apart and I knew my pussy was gaping open. I could feel a trickle of my cum roll out and then down over my clit.
He continued to work on my thighs and his hands kept getting closer and closer to my sex. Just as I thought for sure he is going to touch me this time he changed positions and began massaging my ass again. He was pushing up towards my back as his hands slid across my cheeks. Every time he did it I felt myself opening up and being completely exposed to him. I could feel his breath on the back of my thighs and I knew he was looking at me in the most intimate way a man could. It was driving me wild being exposed to him like this and I could feel more moisture leak from my pussy.
His hands were still on my ass, pushing them up towards my back but also away from each other; but I could feel the weight of his body shift on the bed. Next thing I know there is a tongue on my clit. Then it was inside me, as deep as he could drive it. He was like a cat lapping up milk as he collected my cum, driving me wild. He forced his tongue in as deep as it would go and flicked around inside of me. He then ran his tongue around the rim of my pussy a few times before going higher and rimming my asshole. He licked at me in a way no man ever had which had me squirming and moaning. He pushed gently at my back door with his tongue as his fingers slid into my pussy and began grinding away on my G-spot. When his thumb began circling my clit as well it was just too much and I began to buck against him as my orgasm took over me. I never knew a man could make me feel quite this good.
"Oh yes, Bill. Oh, it's so good."
Bill's only response was to moan and start fucking me with his fingers. I wanted his cock now though and only it would do.
"Fuck me, Bill. I want your cock inside me. Please baby."
He didn't hesitate at all. Within seconds he was between my outstretched thighs. One hand was on the bed beside me supporting his body weight as his other hand guided his cock to my wanton, cum filled, fuck hole. This time as he slid into me I could think of nothing more than the fact that he could be impregnating me. It sent my lust into overdrive and I fucked back at him as best I could from this position, filling my pussy with his lovely cock. I begged, pleaded and demanded that he fuck me full of his cum.
Laying there, in the same position after Bill had gone to have a shower, feeling his cum leaking from my pussy and I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going through my head. I really didn't want to get pregnant. It would be an absolute nightmare situation, yet the thought of it also sent shivers through me. Was it because it would be the ultimate "Fuck you" to David? Was it because I was lonely? Or was it simply an extension of the incredibly risky behaviour I had already been indulging in? Was all of this a simple case of a lack of affection or had I truly been this kinky, slutty person all along? I didn't have the answers, obviously, but in my more lucid moments, I did question my motives.
Those lucid moments never seemed to last long though before I was craving a cock inside me again. I heard a voice from the doorway and realised that Shane had finally woken up. I didn't bother moving, despite the fact he could see straight into my cum drenched pussy from where he was standing.
"Good morning Shane."
"Indeed it is. Such a delicious view. It looks like Bill has taken care of you already this morning."
"Awww don't be jealous Shane, there's plenty here for you too if you want."
He leaned against the doorway admiring the view as I watched back over my shoulder. He seemed to be lost in the view as his hand began stroking his cock to full hardness. I licked my lips as I watched and waited. He came to some kind of decision in his mind and moved forward. I looked forward again as I felt his weight settle on the bed between my outstretched thighs. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip as I felt his cock begin to press against my hole. I was so well lubricated with my own cum and Bill's that Shane slid straight in without any real resistance. Being bigger though I felt him stretching me a little more. The fact that my own son's cum was lubricating his friends cock inside me sent that all too familiar shiver through me again. It felt so damn good to be stretched and full again.
That's not to say I didn't love having Bill's cock inside me. I absolutely did, but it was different. There was a more emotional attachment with Bill. It was making love with Bill. Certainly not a traditional love, it was different from a husband and wife type love but also different from a mother and son type love but love was definitely the key factor. With Shane, it was raw fucking. It was rough and rude and dirty and I thoroughly enjoyed it but it didn't have that emotional attachment. Shane could leave tomorrow and I would miss the sex but I wouldn't miss him as a person. When Bill went back to uni I knew I would miss him. I would miss my son and I would miss my lover.
Shane began pounding into me. There was absolutely nothing gentle about it, with every motion of him driving into me it pushed the breath out of me. It was almost violent the way our bodies slapped together. If I hadn't been as wet as I was or already filled with Bill's cum it definitely would have been painful.
When he pulled out of me and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me up into a kneeling position on the edge of the bed, things started to escalate. His hands were hurting me they were gripping so hard and when he shoved his cock back into me I was again glad that I was so well lubricated. It was rough and raw and felt so good but in the back of my mind, there was forming a niggling doubt. This was beginning to feel like more than just wild sex. It was almost like he was punishing me. Just as I had this thought I felt the sting of a hard slap on my ass.
"Fuck! Don't do that."
I practically dove forward with the shock of the impact. I landed on the bed and immediately rolled over. Shane had a look in his eye that was hard to read. It was part unbridled lust but there was an element of anger there as well. For the first time since all of this began, I felt a moment of fear, that I had gone too far and was in over my head.
Shane began moving onto the bed and I realised that this was done. I no longer wanted Shane to touch me.
"Shane. Stop right there."
Thankfully he did stop. I didn't know whether to be grateful that Bill was in the shower and hadn't heard anything or not. Shane's face did that weird thing where a hundred different emotions at once ran just beneath the surface but then he seemed to deflate before my very eyes. The breath went out of him and he sagged down onto the mattress, hiding his face from me.
