the next room, Jody would bend his sister over the back of the couch,
drop
his pants and take her, either vaginally or anally, often sampling both.
Twice they had narrow escapes as one parent or the other unexpectedly
came
walking into the room.
With Jody and Laura settled into their incestuous affair, Shanti turned
her
attention elsewhere. She had determined that Drummond Walker was to be
her
next conquest and so she often managed to exchange flirtatious glances or
show more of her leg or thigh than good taste would dictate. Although he
had
not yet made any advances toward her, she was pleased to note how his
attention now instantly shifted to her every time she entered the room.
It was a Saturday. Drummond seldom did work at the office on weekends,
so he
was home as usual puttering around in his den. Claire had gone shopping
and
taken both Jody and Laura with her, promising they would take in a movie
which both of the siblings wanted to see. Shanti thought to herself that
as
brazen as Jody and Laura were becoming, they would have a hard time
keeping
their hands off each other in the darkened theater, even with their
mother
sitting beside them. She hoped they could be discrete at least a while
longer because.....and her attention came back to Drummond Walker. When
spying on the husband and wife, Shanti had noticed his muscular build. he
had been an athlete in college and had kept himself in good shape. The
other
physical feature in which she was interested was his phallus.
Long and large, it was no wonder his wife not only refused to take him in
the rear, but often stifled a scream when he took her especially
vigorously
in her nest.
She knocked on the door of the den and entered following his, "Come in."
He smiled as did she, although her smile was the coy smile of the
seductress.
"I'd like some advice," she said, standing in front of the desk where he
was
seated.
"Sure," he said, "how can I help?"
"You're a very shrewd business man, or so I hear."
"I'd like to think so. Perhaps my board of directors aren't always so
sure
of that," he laughed. "What's on your mind?"
"I was wondering how you feel about opportunities."
"Business opportunities?"
"Well.....or other kinds," she replied batting her eyes and stepping out
of
her shoes.
Keenly aware of her opening move, he decided to test her gambit.
"Opportunities don't come along every day," he opined, his eyes roaming
up
and down her body.
"Then when one sees an opening," Shanti asserted as she turned away,
pulled
up her skirt revealing her lack of panties and spread her legs to show
him
her vaginal lips, "one should take advantage."
"Absolutely," he grinned, rising and walking out from behind the desk.
She saw his pants bulging.
"Of course you have to look at it carefully, make sure that nothing is
hidden, that you can clearly see everything."
Her tongue sensuously playing over her lips, Shanti slowly unbuttoned her
blouse and let it slip to the floor, her luscious breasts in full view
since
she wore no bra.
"So there should be nothing held back," she breathed as her skirt fell
around her ankles, her nudity complete.
"Nothing!" he replied, unbuckling his pants. "Some people will bend over
backward to grab a great opportunity," he said, motioning to the desk.
One swipe of her arm and papers, pens and books went flying. She backed
up
to the desk as he finished undressing and came close.
"Then you recommend I seize this opportunity!" was her retort as her hand
took his penis and squeezed playfully.
He gently guided her onto her back across the desk, her nest at the edge,
her legs dangling over the side. The tip of his shaft lightly brushed her
labial lips.
"Of course!"
"What else would you recommend?"
"Always leave yourself open to possibilities," he replied as he motioned
with his finger and Shanti spread her legs wide.
"And.....?"
"And finally, gather your resources and put them where they'll do the
most
good!" He rammed her full and even though Shanti had taken many men,
Drummond was by far the largest so she grunted heavily upon his entry and
with each powerful thrust. His hands went to her breasts where her
nipples
were already hard as granite. Despite her determination to remain in
control, Shanti's sexual drive was simply too strong and she orgasmed
twice
before she felt him explode and his hot seed flow deeply inside her.
He rapidly turned her over so her backside now faced him.
"You can have that too if you want. I'll give it to you even if your wife
won't."
Startled, he turned her over to face him.
"How do you know...?"
"That you want her ass and she won't give it to you? I know a lot more
than
you think, Drummond."
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"Oh, for instance I know that Claire likes it rough, likes to be slapped
around a bit."
His mouth was open in astonishment.
"And I know you'd secretly like to climb in the sack with your daughter."
"WHAT?" he shouted "You didn't think anyone noticed the other day when
she
kissed you good-bye. I saw the hard-on as you walked out the front door."
"That;s absolutely ridiculous!" he protested.
"Ah, me thinks he doth protest too much," grinned Shanti.
Drummond was hurriedly dressing as if to leave, embarrassment and shame
burning through him like a wildfire.
"Laura feels it too, you know," said Shanti. "She talks with me. She knew
you were looking at her through the shower door yesterday."
His face reddened even more. He paused, uncertain. It was true. Ever
since
she had kissed him and aroused him sexually, he couldn't get his mind off
Laura. He had sneaked quietly into the bathroom while she was showering
and
watched as she lathered and rinsed her body. So different from Claire's,
he
found her thin, underdeveloped body highly erotic. He had masturbated
through his pants as he caught glimpses of pubic hair and buttocks
through
the steamy glass door.
"What you don't know "daddy", is that your daughter has the hots for you
too."
"No... I won't... I can't..."
"Oh I think you not only can, you will. After all, would you rather she
be
initiated in the backseat of a car or in some cheap flea-bitten motel by
some young punk with VD or worse? Or would you rather it be with you,
here,
where she'll be cared for and be in the arms of the man she adores?"
"But my own...
"She's desperate for love Drummond. If she doesn't get it from you,
she'll
get it from someone else."
Shanti thought it better not to tell him about Jody just yet.
"But..."
"She's embarrassed to talk about it too, but she knows what Claire won't
give you. She told me she'd give you her pussy, her mouth or her ass
anytime
you wanted it..."
The mention of Laura and the one thing he had been denied so long,
brought a
bulge to his pants.
Shanti grabbed his shaft through the material.
"She's a vixen, Drummond. She's young and she's hot and she'll do
anything
and I mean anything you want. She can satisfy you in ways Claire never
even
thought about."
"How do you...?" he stammered.
"Because she came to my bed three weeks ago."
Shanti saw his hostility building again.
"Now don't worry. I was very gentle with her, but it's not me she wants,
Drummond, it's you and she'll do anything to have you love her and fuck
her."
Seeing consternation on his face, Shanti continued.
"Oh she doesn't want to replace Claire, but she needs you and your rod
inside her to know she's loved."
Overcome, aroused and titillated with images of the forbidden, Drummond
accepted the unthinkable and looked to Shanti conspiratorially.
"How?"
"First, we have to work on Claire. Now here's what I have in mind..."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shanti spent the next few days planning the seduction of Claire Walker.
Getting into the woman's pants would not be a problem, she thought,
however,
bringing the woman to carnal knowledge of their daughter was another
matter.
Claire could not be convinced as easily as Drummond. Only under the most
extreme of circumstances would this woman knowingly commit incest.
Therefore, thought Shanti, it must be unknowingly. She smiled.
What not? it had worked once, it could work again.
That evening, Drummond came into the living room where Shanti was
teaching
Laura how to French braid. Her hands were deft and gentle and sensuously
played in the girl's hair.
Laura's eyes followed her father who smiled, then looked to Shanti. The
Creole winked and nudged the girl slightly.
"Jody, how about we try out those new video games your friend at school
loaned you?" suggested Laura, fulfilling her part of the conspiracy.
"Sure!" said Jody and the two left for Jody's room.
Games? Definitely, thought Shanti, but the games those two were going to
play had nothing to do with video. Although, she thought with a giggle,
Jody
would certainly be using his joystick most of the night.
"Honey," said Drummond, "I just had a call from one of our managers. He
wants me to meet him at the plant to go over a revision of the inventory
system. I'll probably be gone a good while."
"OK dear. Just try not to be too late."
"Claire and I will keep each other company," the dark eyed beauty said
innocently.
"Yes, good idea. See you in three or four hours," announced Drummond as
he
picked up his coat and exited the front door.
"Now,what shall we do?" asked Claire.
"I know," responded Shanti, "let's have a slumber party, just the two of
us!"
"Aren't we a bit old for that sort of thing?" asked Claire.
"After all..."
"Nonsense," chided Shanti, "we'll put on our pajamas, I'll make some hot
chocolate and we can go to my room and talk girl talk."
Claire smiled, beginning to share the young woman's enthusiasm.
"That just might be fun. It's been years since I sat around with another
woman and really talked."
"All right then," smiled Shanti, "I'll meet you in my room in ten
minutes."
"No pajamas," laughed Claire as she entered the housekeeper's room in
nightgown and robe.
Shanti wore a filmy chemise negligee which did little to cover her. Her
breasts and nest hair were clearly visible for she wore nothing
underneath.
She smiled to herself as she noted that Claire's eyes scanned her twice
and
the other woman had trouble keeping her eyes off Shanti's melon sized
breasts.
They sat on the bed and sipped the hot chocolate, making small talk.
Shanti put down her cup and picked up a hair brush.
"Would you like? I use to brush my sisters' hair all the time."
"Hmmmm, that would be nice," responded Claire, turning around.
Shanti stroked the older woman's hair with gentle long strokes. She could
feel her quarry begin to relax.
"How did you and Mr. Walker meet?" asked the dark eyed beauty.
"In New Orleans. He was just finishing his M.B.A. and I was a senior in
undergraduate school. We dated for seven months and about the time his
career took off, he asked me to marry him."
"And you lived happily ever after," finished Shanti.
"Not quite. Within a couple of years he was a vice president , but so
busy
we hardly ever saw each other. I became despondent, lonely. It's no
secret.
I had affairs, became an alcoholic. Almost in desperation we had Laura
and
Jody. Maybe for the wrong reasons, the right things began to happen.
Drummond took more time to spend with me and the kids and I had something
besides my own loneliness to focus on. Gradually things got better. I
quite
drinking, haven't had a drop in over seventeen years.
"Then it really is happily ever after."
"Oh, I don't know. We still have our problems. I still think he spends
too
much time with his work. It's been rough with Laura away at college. I
miss
her so and I still fight the insecurities which seem to nag me
constantly."
What? A beautiful, successful woman like you with insecurities?"
Shanti let her hand rest on Claire's neck for just a moment.
Claire blushed.
"I really don't know why. I have a good education, I read, I work
out....."
"Your body is very attractive," interrupted Shanti.
"Why, thank you Shanti. A woman my age doesn't get many compliments."
"You should," smiled Shanti. "Beautiful women need to be reminded their
beauty is appreciated."
"How true."
"Doesn't Mr. Walker appreciate you?"
"Oh I suppose. It's just that....."
"What?"
"He still spends a lot of time at the office. I guess I shouldn't feel
this
way, but sometimes I think he wants more than I can give and he seems
distracted lately, especially the last few days. He's hardly even looked
at
me."
"We all get distracted at times, Mrs. Walker.
"You think so? And please, call me Claire."
"Yes, of course," said Shanti, setting the brush aside and beginning to
lightly massage Claire's shoulders. Claire sighed deeply, at ease with
this
beautiful young woman who seemed to understand her as few others in her
life
had. She loosened the sash to her robe and slipped it off her shoulders
so
Shanti's hands could rub away the tension.
"We need distractions to keep life from becoming monotonous. A little
variety can put some excitement back into a marriage or a life."
"You really think so?" asked Claire.
"Absolutely."
"But..."
"So many people, Claire, seem to always do what's safe, what's expected.
Their lives become humdrum, bland, dull."
Shanti's hands now moved to Claire's back as, even through the silk
nightgown, the massage was slowly becoming sensuous as well as physically
relaxing. Claire suddenly realized her feelings were changing from simple
enjoyment of the physical stimulation to a sensual pleasure as Shanti's
hands would momentarily dip under her arms, the tips of her fingers
close to
Claire's breasts, then move in tantalizingly slow circles to the
cleavage of
her hips and back up again. Claire felt slightly feverish, a lump in her
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