Chapter Thirteen
Ramona found her brother at the mansion. Again he was talking to a worker, this time about the choices for a heating system for both the house and the water system. The workman was suggesting that the house, even though renovated, was too big for a conventional system, and was recommending that a boiler be installed. It would handle all the heating needs and with a heat transfer unit, could be connected to the new duct work being installed. Ramona stood quietly, waiting for them to finish.
Robert turned his head and saw Ramona. He smiled and told the man to do whatever he thought would lead to the best result.
Then he turned to Ramona, looking at the cloth in her hands.
"Renee gave me this to wear at dinner tonight," she said, by way of explanation. "She wants me to seduce you."
"Smart woman," he commented. "Perhaps you'd show me what the dress looks like now? Upstairs?" He grinned.
She wanted to take his hand and lead him there herself, but didn't. There were too many people around. "Yes," she said simply.
She followed him and, when they were locked in the master bedroom, he watched silently as she stripped in front of him. Naked, she stepped into the dress and pulled it up and onto her body. Her breasts were a little smaller than Renee's, and her nipples showed in the gap of the bodice. It was as if she was wearing almost nothing.
"It doesn't fit well," she said.
"Perhaps she'll tell you where she got it, so I can have one made to fit you better," he said.
She dropped the dress in answer. She was panting.
Their lovemaking was not in any way, shape or form, slow motion in nature. Ramona was wild for him, her emotions having been at a peak ever since seeing her children on the bed. She told him what she'd seen, and then bit his shoulder, so intense was her first orgasm. He sensed her need and waited, controlling his own urge and pounding her through two more orgasms before he asked for, and received permission to jet her full of his seed.
As they lay spent in each other's arms, she kissed the teeth marks she had left in his shoulder.
"I hurt you! I'm sorry," she said.
"It was stupendous. You must spy on the children again sometime. It made you like a tigress."
She was both too relaxed to slap at him and too astonished that some part of her reacted positively to his suggestion to say anything. Instead she got up and got dressed and then went back home, making as much noise as she could both in the garage, and in the kitchen, banging cupboard doors and talking to herself as she got some juice to drink. She unconsciously took inventory of what there was to prepare for her brother's visit that night.
Debbie sauntered into the kitchen.
"Hi Mom," she said brightly. "What are you doing home so early?"
There wasn't anything in Debbie's voice that suggested that Ramona shouldn't come home early, or that maybe her mother was trying to spy on her children, but something deep in Ramona was tired of the secrets and the lies that had flowed around this household like smoke from a fire. It was an unconscious decision on her part to do what she did. One might say she was actually driven to do it in a sense. For whatever reason, she turned and spoke.
"I saw you this afternoon," she said, looking at her daughter. Debbie had a healthy glow about her, almost a radiance. Ramona had heard the coarse term "well fucked" but now she was seeing it for the first time and it made all kinds of sense. Her heart fluttered as she realized she probably looked exactly the same way. She felt fabulously fucked and it had to show.
"What? When?" asked Debbie, confused. They hadn't left the house all day. When their mother had left for work the teens had succumbed to a hormonal attack and had been trying to ease that itch all day long. Though Ramona didn't know it, the time she'd seen them was actually the fourth time that day that Robby had emptied his balls into his sister's well-fucked belly.
"About an hour ago," said Ramona, taking a drink of her juice.
"Oh," said Debbie, thinking furiously. There was only one place they had been an hour ago. They had spent the first half of the morning in Robby's room, when she snuck in and jumped on top of him and then got pinned like a 109 pound wrestler in a 135 pound match. Then they had transferred to her room for the slower, more sensual lovemaking, where she called the shots.
"Oh!" said Debbie, her stomach doing flip flops.
"I thought you told me you two hadn't gone that far," said Ramona, her voice sounding unconcerned enough that it caught Debbie's ear and made her tense up.
"We didn't," said Debbie hurriedly. "Not until yesterday. When you left for work I went to tickle him and he got excited and then I got excited and ..." She looked at her mother. Debbie knew that this was a time when things could work out for the good, or things could go horribly wrong. "I thought about you," Debbie said, stopping again. "I thought about how happy you were when you were with Uncle Robert and we were ... watching." Debbie took a step toward her mother. "And I knew that you wouldn't do that unless it was something really special and important. And Robby's important to me, so I made him do it to me."
"You made him?" asked Ramona, impressed that her daughter had been not only willing to tell her what happened, but pretty capable to express her state of mind at the time too. Most kids just got carried away and did things without thinking at all.
"He didn't want to at first," said Debbie. "He was afraid it would hurt me."
"And did it?" Ramona was shocked that she'd asked.
"It did at first. But Mommy, you know what it's like. I could hear it in your voice. And now I understand, because I felt it too. I never felt anything like that before."
"So you wanted to feel it again today," prompted Ramona.
"Yes," said her daughter, hanging her head. "Do you hate me now?"
Ramona reached out and took Debbie in her arms.
"No, baby, I don't hate you. I'm afraid for you. I worry that this will hurt you later, but I don't hate you. I love you. I told you that will never change.
The tension that was in Debbie broke and she cried on her mother's shoulder, mixed tears of relief, and happiness, and grief for making her mother worry. "He loves me mother, and I love him so much I can't tell you how much," she cried into her mother's hair.
Ramona smoothed her hands over her daughter's back. "I know, sweetheart, I know. I understand exactly how you feel."
That was pretty much it. There were no protestations that they wouldn't do it again, and no threats about what would happen if they did. The mother/daughter relationship had fled by all that, leaving it in the dust as each accepted in the other some things they might have wished were different.
"Your uncle is coming to dinner tonight," said Ramona.
Debbie pushed back. "Really? I don't hate him any more Mom."
Ramona laughed. "I can't stay mad at him either. It's terrible. He came into the bank today and asked me out on a date!"
Debbie made shocked sounds and then demanded to know everything. Like two best friends they chattered together as Ramona started pulling things out of the fridge to make a salad and described everything that had happened, like one girl telling another how a date with an interesting boy had gone.
Their squeals and laughter brought Robby to the kitchen, looking surprised.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Debbie held up a finger to her mother. "Don't tell him. I want to tell him later, okay?"
Ramona nodded, surprised, thinking that Debbie meant Robert was coming over that night. But, as Debbie then launched into a retelling of what had happened at the bank Ramona realized that Debbie wanted to talk to her lover about being discovered - while they were alone. That was okay with Ramona. She'd had enough drama for the day.
When Debbie got to the part where Renee had invited the kids over for pizza to let Ramona be alone with the rich man so she could seduce him, she giggled, enjoying the same irony that Ramona had.
Robby had been grinning for some time. "So, you want us to do that Mom?" he asked. "Go over to Renee's I mean?"
Ramona felt a rush of tenderness. Her children were going to let her have her happiness. But she shook her head. "No, that would be too out of character for me. We're going to have to make it look like I'm playing hard to get." She realized, as soon as she said it, that it sounded like she was going to let people think there was something between her and Robert Nettleton. That thought buzzed in her brain and her alarm bells went off. What she and Robert had must remain a secret. All would be lost if anyone besides her children found out.
TBC