Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

He adjusted his pants and tucked in his tee-shirt. "I just wish we didn't have to hide and sneak, that we could all fuck you whenever we want."

Regina said thoughtfully, "So do I, darling. It would be so much easier on us all, and it would be honest. I wonder what we can do about it."

Carey Baker got out of her car, but leaned his forearms on the window and said, "Maybe we could get my mom to go for your husband."

Regina stared at him. "Your-mother? You wouldn't mind that, knowing that your very own mother was fucking another man?"

He looked away, his cheeks turning red. "No, I guess not. The idea kind of turns me on, even. And if Mom did screw Mr. Abbott, then my father couldn't get mad about it-since he's screwing you."

"That's right," Regina said slowly. "In fact, that's a very good idea, Carey. Your mother is a beautiful woman, and I imagine that my husband has been eyeing her for some years now, but without ever getting up the nerve to lay a hand on her. Yes, I think that Bill could very easily be seduced by Stella-but she would have to take the initiative; he doesn't have the guts to start anything with her."

He said, "I guess you have to start it off. Maybe you could talk to Mom, or something."

She whistled soundlessly. "That's a big order. If Stella blows up-" but she thought of what would happen if Stella accepted the idea enthusiastically, if she took on Bill and left Regina a free field with Chuck and Carey. That was trading one for two, which wasn't a bad deal.

And if Stella Baker did raise hell and possibly make Chuck move out of the neighborhood, that wouldn't stop Regina from having dates with the Baker males. It would just make them a bit more difficult, but it would also cut down the chances of discovery by her own family.

"Darling," she said, "I'll work on it. Meanwhile, be careful as you can, and Carey-thank you for being so sweet and so horny."

She shopped in a daze, picking things from the gourmet shelves, overlying her guilts with goodies for her family. If she didn't get Bill into screwing with Stella, Regina's family would all be fat. It was funny, she thought, how she didn't feel at all jealous of her husband now that she had strayed from the marital path herself. She could picture Bill and Stella fucking away, and not get angry.

Checking out at the counter, she thought that the contrary was true, that instead of getting mad at Bill, actually seeing him screw her best girlfriend would turn Regina on. She could imagine them naked together, Bill's brown pubic hair blending with Stella's curly black pussy hair.

Shivering, Regina took her grocery cart out to her car. The very idea was making her hot, even though she had been fucked only a few minutes before.

She drove home slowly, turning plans over in her mind and discarding them when she saw the holes in them. There was really no other way than to approach Stella directly, or rather, while she had a few drinks in her. Stella was always looser and easier, when she had downed a few.

That afternoon, Regina decided; she could go over and con Stella into drinking with her, make up some story of a new unhappiness or something. Then she could spring the idea of husband-swapping on her friend and see if it took.

Later on, Stella could discover that Regina had also been fucking her son. Regina pulled her car into the garage and thought: son. It was right here that she'd crawled on top of Carey Baker for that last quick but delicious screw. Would her own son be thinking about Stella like that, horny for the dreamed-of chance to get into an older woman's cunt?

Maybe Dale was just as hot to fuck something; maybe he was also a cherry, a virgin boy eager to spill a load of young semen into some experienced pussy. The idea shook her and she sat with her thighs pressed together to still a weird throbbing deep within the tissues of her mound.

Oh no, she thought; it was impossible for her to be imagining anything like screwing her own son. No way; never. That was incest of the worst sort, and she would not even consider it. She'd gotten tangled in her thinking, matching Dale with Stella; it had only been the admittedly exciting imagery of picturing him with her friend that had turned her on. She'd gotten the same excitement thinking of Stella and Bill, hadn't she?

Sliding from behind the wheel, Regina took two grocery bags and grunted into the house with them. When Dale came drifting through the kitchen to lift them from her arms, the brush of her son's hand across her arm was a physical and psychic shock.

Covering up, she said, "Thanks-and there are two more bags in the car." Not looking at him, she was very conscious of his nearness, of his young vibrant manhood.

Piling things helter skelter into the refrigerator and cupboards, Regina hurried to get out of the kitchen, out of the house, before her son somehow managed to touch her again. She was too tense for that, too involved in a maelstrom of emotional planning. Once she got the matetrading underway, a lot of the pressure would be off her, and she could go back to thinking more or less conventionally.

Scooping up a fifth of gin on the way out, she crossed the back yard and ducked through the hedge fence that separated the Abbott and Baker properties. Rattling the kitchen doorknob, she opened the door, stuck her head in and called "Hey, anybody home? Stella?"

A voice floated from the interior of the house. "Regina? Grab a cup of coffee; I'll be there in a minute."

And after they'd had two drinks, Stella said, "What the hell is this all about, boozing it up in the daytime? Not that I mind something to break the monotony, understand; I'm bored out of my skull."

That would help, Regina thought, splashing more gin over the ice in their glasses. She'd been feeling the same way herself, until this woman's husband had begun an affair with her. She looked at Stella now, and knew that they had shared the same prick. It gave her a peculiar feeling, sitting close to her best friend and wondering how to start the conversation that would lead to better things for them both.

"I know what it's like to be bored and lonely," she said. "I guess it happens to all marriages sooner or later. I mean, we love our husbands, but it's the boring routine-"

Stella sipped her drink. "And the lack of boring, when there should be, if you know what I mean. Or maybe women are just more sexed than men?"

Regina smiled, thinking of Chuck's eagerness for a new pussy and the strength, the power of his fucking. She looked closely at Stella and saw the beauty of her friend, the small loveliness of body and face, the olive skin and the midnight black hair that curled appealingly in a shag.

Bill would go out of his mind with this gorgeous little woman stripped and waiting open-legged for him on a bed. Regina leaned over and poured more gin. "Stella-what would you say if I told you I'm having an affair?"

Stella blinked dark eyes at her. "I'd say wow! And that I envy you for having the nerve. Who is it, Regina? Do I know him?"

Regina nodded. "You know him very well. But I don't know if I have the nerve to tell you who he is. I mean-look, Stella-I never want to lose your friendship; I love you, and-oh hell. This is even more difficult than I thought it would be." She gulped her drink and made a face. She was feeling the gin now, knowing its warmth, and it was giving her courage to continue. Taking a deep breath; she said: "How would you like to swing with another man, too?"

"I'd like it fine," Stella said without hesitation. "but there's always a hang-up. With me, it's the fear that word will get back to Chuck. I don't want to lose him, but I do feel a need for romance, and if I was certain that the guy would be discreet and tender and wouldn't open his big mouth-"

"I'm sure this one wouldn't spread gossip around," Regina said. "The only trick is to seduce him, and you can sure as hell do that, if you put that fabulous little body to work on him."