Romance: Indecent Love (2 page)

He ignored my protest. He slipped his finger inside me. I gasped and pushed my ass against his groin. It was a reflex maneuver, my body doing the opposite of what my mouth was saying. "No! No, stop! This isn’t right!"
"It's right enough for what you did to me," he stated, his own breathing becoming ragged. "I hadn't even kissed a girl yet when you showed me what it felt like to get so hot that I almost exploded on the living room floor!"
"I didn't know... ahh!" His his finger hit the right spot and I lost concentration. "I didn't... I didn't mean to..."
He was pumping his finger in and out of my pussy in a steady rhythm. I leaned against him, so weak I could barely stay on my feet as his lips bit and sucked at that sensitive spot on my neck. I felt his cock hard against my back side. I imagined it throbbing for more at his slight grinds against me, and I wanted to feel it inside me so bad. I wanted him to flip me around and shove himself deep inside, instead of his finger. But it was wrong! This was Mark's son! I couldn't let him, I couldn't...
Suddenly he pushed me harder over the tractor fender, pinning me there with his body. My ample breasts came free as he pushed my blouse and bra up. He grabbed one firmly and pinched the nipple. While he pinched and teased, his other hand pushed my slacks and panties down just enough to give him access to between my thighs. I was lost in the sinful building passion until I felt him unzip his jeans against the bared skin of my ass. Then panic took over.
"NO!" I screamed at him, and tried to shove back against him to free myself. But it was too late. He had position over me, the perfect position for what we both wanted, however unwillingly I wanted to admit it. He clamped his hand over my mouth and pressed his body down onto mine. I had to use both hands in front of me to brace myself as he guided his erection through my moist folds.
I begged him to stop but he ignored me. My muffled pleas had no effect on him as he stroked my clit with his free hand. My body succumbed to the stimulation. I got wetter by the second and found myself giving in, chasing release. I sobbed as my body quivered with the waves of an orgasm. How could I ever act like nothing happened around Mark? How could I ever look at my stepson again?
Billy released his passion inside me, violently shaking and grabbing me during his climax. Spent, he rested on my back as his breathing returned to normal. He straightened up. Turning me to face him, he gently wiped the tears off my cheeks and placed his finger under my chin, raising my eyes to meet his.
"Now, let's see if we can do that again with a little less fighting."
I let him finish removing my shirt, shoes, slacks and thong, knowing resistance was futile. Billy eased me down on the soft grass and began kissing and sucking at my neck. His hand gently fondled and played with my breasts while he rubbed his semi cock against my already aching clit.
I had caused this desire in him when I had touched him, however innocently so many years ago. As Billy continued his ministrations to my body, my mind was consumed with how I would lose Mark because of this. I doubted that he'd still want to be married to me after this. Not telling him wasn't an option. I never could lie to Mark. I wasn't going to start now, but how to tell him this?
Billy clinched his mouth over my clit, toying it with his tongue. I bucked in response to his attentions and raised my hips when he slipped a couple fingers in me. I felt the heat of arousal reawaken and became wet again. Billy lapped it all up as fast as I spurted it out. He raised himself above me, ready to claim what was now his. My breathing was heavy and I had a film of sweat on my skin. 
"Have sex with me the way I know you want to. Forget the right and wrong, son and wife bullshit. This isn’t rape and you aren’t a victim. I want to feel you grab me like I've seen you do with my dad. I want to have claw marks down my back for the next week! But if you can't find the bitch inside you to fuck me like I want you to, then I got some pills that will help you go all night long!"
"No, not that. I can do it without that."
"Then close your eyes and pretend I'm my dad, cause I'm not done with you till I'm done." The tone of his voice made it impossible to argue.
I closed my eyes to help me to get past the wrongness and simply focus on the man that was between my thighs. I caught his scent as he nuzzled my neck again. I raised my hands to touch him for the first time since all this started.
I let the feel of his muscles stimulate my senses, the smell of his shower gel, the feel of him moving in and out, his hand on my breast kneading and pinching, the feel of him teasing my nipple. The saving grace came to my closed eyes then, a picture of Mark making love to me, just like this.
It was easier to respond to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the skin there, nipping the sweet spot behind the ear. I heard him gasp in pleasure. I reached down between our bodies and took hold of his balls, rubbing them as he pumped in and out. I felt them tighten up as the pace quickened. A few seconds later, he shook with a climax, harshly ramming himself in and out of me.
It was done. After he pulled his jeans up, he reached down to help me to my feet. He handed me my clothes in silence. Neither one of us made eye contact as he ushered me inside the house. He stood in the doorway while I entered the kitchen and then turned as he spoke.
"I'll never touch you again. I promise." With that, he returned to his tractor.
I closed the door and headed to the bathroom. I was still in the bath by the time Mark came home. The water had long gone cold; I just couldn't find it in myself to get up. I think I might have fallen asleep but it was wishful thinking. I just sat there and stared into nothing. I vaguely remember hearing voices, maybe shouting. The slamming of a door, maybe two, maybe something fell over. I didn't really care to know.
Mark knocked and then entered the bathroom when I didn’t reply. He looked down at me. He reached slowly for a towel, opened and motioned for me to stand. I complied, mute. So much to say and I didn’t know how to say it. My handsome and wonderful husband was lost to me forever. I just wanted to keep as many moments with him as I could.
"Something happened," I stated weakly.
"I know, he told me," Mark replied. I was shocked and didn't hide it. "It’s not your fault, no matter what he said. It’s mine.”

"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Billy told me a long time ago that he was going to 'tap that' as he put it. I didn't think he was serious. It wasn't the only time he mentioned it either. In fact, he made a comment the other day about it, and still I didn't say anything. I never thought he would... hurt you like that. So I didn't say or do anything about it.”

We silently stared at each other for a minute. Mark removed my towel, put it on the rack and began undressing.
"How about we try this; I'll get in the shower with you. We will cleanse ourselves of today’s events as best we can. I told Billy that if I’m not home, he’s not here. In fact, Billy won't be back in our home until you give your approval.”
"Do you mean that?" I asked with relieved uncertainty. "He's your son."
"You're my wife, Tracy," he stated with absolute sincerity. "My son had no right to do what he did, no matter what he thought."
I looked lamely towards the tub. "I don't think there's any hot water left," I stated lamely.
"It's okay, we'll just wait a few minutes." He stepped closer to me. I went to him as soon as he faced me and tucked myself against his body. With my head resting at his shoulder and his arms around me, we stood like that for an indiscernible amount of time, our naked bodies melding into a single unit of comfort and togetherness.
"Let's see if there's hot water yet," he suggested quietly. I nodded.  He reached to turn the knobs, and fixing the water to create a slight steam, he wrapped his arms around me once more in the shower, and rested his head beside mine. We stood like that while the hot water slowly ran out.