Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book I

Carrie stared at her son in amazement, her face turning white with rage. "I thought I'd taught my son some manners!" she said tersely. But Jamie had already turned his back to his mother and was halfway out the door. And then he was gone.

Carrie stood staring after him for a long moment, and then she put her hands up to her face and began to cry. Instead of returning to the dining room, she gathered up a new bottle of champagne from her endless supply and taking a glass with her, slipped out onto the back porch that adjoined the kitchen. There, she felt she would be free to cry all she wanted without anyone seeing… and there in the dark she would be allowed to have any fantasies she felt like.

She was still sitting there some time later when Ike wandered out into the kitchen. From there he noticed the doorway leading outside and wanting a much needed breath of fresh air, found himself on the porch with Carrie.

She was sitting in an old-fashioned swinging chair, staring remorsefully into the dark night. In one hand she held her champagne glass, in the other the bottle.

"Well… if it isn't the grand lady… I mean… Hi Mother Livingston!" Ike was feeling no pain, and he felt ready for any situation, any occasion. He plopped himself down on the swing beside Carrie, setting it to creaking and swaying and laughed good naturedly with surprise.

"Gee… I thought this damned thing was just an ordinary sofa!" he declared.

Carrie brightened considerably with the arrival of her new company, rising to the occasion by blotting her smeared mascara as best she could and deciding to make the best of an almost ruined evening.

Before too long they were both roaring with laughter and telling each other dirty stories. Ike did not worry about being missed inside, as Ike knew that everyone was pretty much beyond caring. And if anyone did care they could just come on out and find out how much more pleasant it was out on the porch!

For the first time, Carrie was appreciating the young man her daughter had married. He really wasn't so bad at all! she thought through a haze of alcohol. And he did have all that dark curly hair. That was really quite appealing. And he knew how to tell a good joke! What was more, he seemed to be most appreciative of her own wit and charm, and Carrie felt more than grateful to him for that. She felt her self-esteem rising again after the fit of depression her son had caused.

"And then he touched her there and there! And said, 'But you promised not to laugh!'" Ike finished up the punch line of his joke and feeling a sudden inspiration, he illustrated it by touching his mother-in-law lightly twice… once on each breast. The two rouged nipples were still visible, and even in the dark of the porch, Ike could see them. The scent of the older woman's perfume penetrated him, and as he realized just what he had done, a thrill of lust spread through him. He saw that Carrie was not laughing, but was giving him a rather curious look. He held his breath a moment taking in the pale beauty of her features. God she was beautiful! Much more beautiful than her daughter Tricia would ever be! He felt a strong field of attraction growing up between them, and the longer each of them went without speaking, the stronger it grew. Suddenly, there was nothing else for him to do but lean forward and kiss her.

He found her lips warm and slightly parted, and as he pressured them with his own, he felt them trembling. She was accepting his kiss! The sweetness of forbidden fruit crept into each of their minds and Ike let his tongue wander far into the back of the older woman's mouth.

Carrie felt the shock of Ike's kiss as strongly as if he had struck her across the face. Her whole being accepted it… wanted it, cried out for it! In it was the recognition she had been seeking… it said, "You are beautiful… young… desirable!" The heat of alcohol she'd consumed mingled in her veins with the surging power of long pent-up desire. Her subconscious wish for a lover had been answered! And yet, of course, it wasn't entirely that simple… was anything ever simple…? Her eyes flickered open and she looked intensely at the man who was now gathering her into his arms… her daughter's husband!

"Oh no… oh no, Ike…" she said pushing him away from her. The swing creaked and groaned. "No… please… I can't… we can't… certainly not!"

But Ike pretended she had said nothing… "What a magnificent creature!" he said leaning forward again. His throat felt dry and harsh. He could see the resemblance to Tricia in this older woman's face, and an odd mixture of excitement and curiosity took hold of him. He felt her stiffen and draw back as he took hold of her, but then after a second of hesitation, she let him pull her to him again. He kissed her hard, trying to eradicate any shades of guilt or doubt in either of their minds.

Things were happening so fast that Carrie's brain was spinning too fast for her to catch up with it. She tried to pull away but her son-in-law held onto her still tighter, his hot tongue pushing deep inside her mouth reaching all the secret corners, pursing her tongue agilely. She felt hot waves of desire flashing through her, but still she tried to stop him. But Ike pushed her head back so that it was resting on the back of the porch swing, her body arching up against his, her breasts pressed up against his hard chest.

"Nnnnnoooooooo…" she protested, unconvincingly.

Suddenly, Ike's hands were running up and down the smooth expanse of exposed flesh on Carrie's back and at that instant, the taste of his mouth on hers became delicious.

"Oh, God!" she thought. "What the hell am I doing?" But even as she asked herself the question, her body was answering it for her. With a mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite any objections Carrie might be able to conjure up. It wanted Ike's male hardness. And she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she realized shamefully how much she wanted him… wanted her own son-in-law!

His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her breasts and she made no move to stop him. How could anyone stop something that felt that good? She felt a trickle of perspiration run down the valley between her bulging white breasts and bit hard on her lower lip as Ike's tongue trailing a line of saliva around her cheeks toward the petite shell-like orifice of her ear. She felt his breath hot and moist and it seemed as if it was going directly into her brain, fogging everything up in there!

An old sense of adventure and wickedness filled her now and as her daughter's husband's other hand moved down to her knee and then up toward her thigh, pushing the folds of her dress back as it climbed, she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs emanating from the blonde downy triangle that nestled so tightly up between them as she squeezed her legs hard together. She pressed her buttocks down harder into the cushion of the couch trying to avoid the inescapable moment when his fingers would reach her wetly pulsating vaginal slit. She couldn't believe that she could actually let him touch her there! And yet, he showed every intention of doing just that. His fingers moved firmly upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm smooth naked flesh. Carrie pressed her buttocks down hard against the swing seat, feeling his fingers move upward against the flesh of her soft inner thighs with greater certainty now.

He was almost there.

Then his fingers brushed the soft, nervously trembling mound of her sex, covered by the thin sheer fabric of her nylon panties and Carrie moaned audibly and closed her eyes tight, letting the acute sensations of pleasure roll over her. Even though his moving fingers were separated from her excited pussy by the thin material of her panties, it felt almost as though he were touching her naked flesh. She found herself parting her legs slightly, almost as though she herself had nothing to do with it. They were parting to allow his middle finger access to the tight elastic legband of her panties that ringed her upper thighs… only that thin, pussy-moistened nylon band stood between his finger and the expectantly waiting paradise of her cunt.