Tina Holmes - An incestuous love

To make matters worse, from the moment she had awakened that morning, she was unable to control a demanding itch – a heated need for sexual release – in her loins; and it was this failure of mind over body that had made her depressed. She had wanted to finger fuck and caress again, as she had done the night before; and it had taken all of her willpower all day long to keep from succumbing to the urge. She almost believed that Valerie's presence that evening would be a relief, and going out to dinner with her might actually be good.

Linda sat down and sipped her coffee, forcing herself to not look at her watch. The time was moving too slowly, had been all day, and checking the time every few minutes didn't help. She thought to make the day go faster by thinking up excuses for declining Valerie's invitation out to dinner, but in the back of her mind she actually was talking herself into going. Maybe she could even get into a serious discussion with Valerie, confide in her, and get some of the answers she wanted to hear? Valerie might tell her she had no reason to be afraid of men, that men were not the brutes that she believed them to be… and yet… thinking about the two men with Valerie, Linda knew they had to be animals. And she was not that kind of person, she was not the type who would enjoy being raped by a drunken sailor, or take pleasure out of lewd and indecent acts! Or was she?

Gulping down the remainder of her coffee, Linda looked at her watch knowing she dared not sit and think another moment. It was becoming a losing battle, and she would simply have to put it out of her mind. It was four-thirty, which left her an hour and a half to get ready before Valerie was due. The way she felt, that really wasn't much time.

Getting up, she went into the bedroom, wondering what to wear for the evening. She had no idea what kind of dress was required in a tourist area like Big Sur, nor for that matter what kind of restaurant Valerie had in mind. She decided she would simply have to wear the nicest thing she brought, a cocktail dress, and if that was too dressy, then it would be easy to change after Karen's mother arrived.

She took the dress out of the closet and then began taking off her clothes, stripping in a hurry. When she nakedly walked into the bathroom and reached into the shower stall to turn on the water, Linda caught a momentary glimpse of her reflection in the mirror out of the corner of her eye. Automatically, the young mother began wondering how her body might compare with Valerie's; and, at that moment, her curiosity won out. It shamed her to admit it, but the voluptuous ripeness she saw reflected in the mirror made her feel very proud, for she had a far better figure than Valerie. Was that possible? She studied the image before her. Yes, it was true! There was a sensual softness to the rounding of her curves and her breasts were like two ripe melons seen in the moonlight. Her stomach was firm and her waist small. Her buttocks jutted out in two firmly rounded identical moons and her stomach, seen in the mirror, swooped down to her sparse blonde pubic hair which was wispy and soft.

Her thighs and legs were perfect, like the shapely legs of a thoroughbred showgirl. Naked, she was sexy and desirable, there was no question about it! Her face? And eyes? She turned away from the mirror, damning herself for the carnal thoughts that seemed to stream uncontrollably through her brain. What had gotten into her?

Steam was rising from the shower stall, and she reached in, turning the cold water faucet to adjust the temperature to a cooler level than she normally set. She had to do something about her thoughts, and a cold shower was one possible solution. But it didn't help, as the touch of the needle-like spray against her naked body seemed like a thousand tiny fingers stimulating her nerves. And for the hundredth time that day, she thought about Valerie, bending nakedly over the table, legs so wide apart, with that man, Ray, wetly licking his long tongue around and up inside her pinkly quivering cunt. Linda wanted to touch herself and think about how Ray's tongue would feel against her own moist pussy.

"God!" she yelled out loud. She made the water colder still and hurried to wash herself, but despite the coolness of the water, she was perspiring when she stepped out of the shower.

She toweled herself vigorously, then ran into the bedroom to get dressed, and while she pulled on her clothes and brushed her hair and put on a touch of make-up, she gave serious thought to her earlier idea. Maybe, if she had a couple of drinks to loosen her up, perhaps she could find the courage to talk to Valerie about her problem. She would have to be careful not to give herself away, but she thought there was a chance that the more experienced woman would somehow be understanding. And at the very least, Linda needed some excuse to justify and retrench the feelings she'd kept for so many years. A talk with Valerie should reaffirm her own opinion of men; that they are nothing more than brutes and animals, out to humiliate and debase women. When the young mother sat down in the living room twenty minutes later to await Valerie's arrival, she didn't even consider the possibility that a talk could have the opposite effect… and prove her long cherished opinions wrong… horribly wrong.

The knock startled Linda out of her day dreams, and she jumped up from her chair to hurry to the door. She hadn't noticed that it was dark outside, and she felt like a fool when she opened the door to see Valerie Boyd standing there in the dark. She immediately switched on the light.

"Goodness, I wasn't watching the time… Please come in," Linda said sheepishly, completely forgetting about Valerie's wanton activities by the firelight last night.

"It does get dark early here… How are you, dear?" Valerie said in response. Her tone was friendly, almost too much so, and Linda saw that she was smiling as she stepped into the room.

"I'm fine, thank you," Linda answered, forgetting also that she was supposed to have a headache.

"The children didn't forget to tell you I was coming? A night out can do wonders for a headache…" Valerie eyed her friend's outfit, aware that she had taken some time to get ready. She was pleased that she wouldn't have to sell Linda on going out with her, as it was obvious she was dressed to go. "Your dress is just perfect for Harvey's place."

"Well, I really didn't know what to wear, but the choice was easy. This is the only dressy outfit I brought," Linda smiled, assuming Harvey's Place was a local Big Sur restaurant. She purposely ignored the comment about her headache as Valerie didn't seem to want or need an explanation anyway. And keeping the conversation on clothes was a means of preventing it coming up again. The other woman kept her coat on, but it was open in the front, enough so that Linda could see the type of dress she was wearing. It appeared to be quite revealing and a bit too sexy for just going out to a restaurant, but Linda figured that was simply the way Karen's mother always dressed at night.

"I'll get my coat and we can go," Linda said, walking into the bedroom, again reminded of how she had used her coat when watching Valerie and the two men. She made a mental note to be careful about everything she mentioned that evening, as a slip of the tongue could give her away. I'd just die if she knew I had been watching her with those two naked men!

Coat on, Linda returned to the living room and smiled at the mother of her son's girlfriend. "I sure do appreciate your invitation, Valerie… It'll be good to get out this evening."

"It's something we should have done ages ago… Strange that we have to come all the way down here before getting together for an evening." Of course, she never would have considered taking Linda Hall to such a party if her daughter hadn't suggested it. Karen thought Linda needed loosening up, and if that didn't happen at Harvey's place, nothing would ever help her.