The woman she gave only a glance. She was a hanger-on, Mara decided quickly. The man had picked her up somewhere and was taking her with him for a frontispiece. She was only decoration. Realizing she could not draw the absence out longer, she went to the screened door and stepped out upon the patio. She paused and smiled at the couple.
“Hello. I am Mara Fletcher. Tim and I,” she nodded to her son, “saw you coming across the lake.” She stood looking at them expectantly. The man grinned lazily. “Hello, Mara. I have heard a lot about you, but never really thought I would ever see you.” She frowned. What did that mean? “Am I supposed to know you?” She advanced and sat on the edge of a redwood lounge chair, looking over at the man who sprawled lazily in a chaise. Her eyes took in the growing bulge in the man's crotch and knew that he was having thoughts of getting her to bed, his eyes rounding about her tits and her thighs, and his penis growing longer and harder down his pants leg, The other woman noticed it too, and stirred restlessly. However, she was eyeing Tim and noted that the front of the boy's pants seemed unusually full for so young a kid. Suspicious thoughts ran through her mind. Was this woman fucking her own kid? “Not really, Mara,” the man drawled. “My name doesn't matter. What does matter is that your man, Mike Fletcher, was one-third partner with me and another guy in some jewels we found in Uganda during our last little fracas there three years ago.” “So? Mike never discussed these matters with me. It was his business. I let him alone with it.” “Some bloody business,” snapped the woman. “Shut up, Ruby,” the man said casually.
She glared at him and then turned her attention to Tim again, noting that the crowded space in his crotch had started to protrude and bulge. “Mike and me, and one other man I won't name, got out of Uganda by the skins of our teeth,” Bill Trooper told Mara. “The other fellow caught a spear in the gut and we had to leave him. But Mike took the rubies and a black pearl-a beauty, by the way,” he sighed, remembering it, “and was to fence them in London. I followed him a day later, and when I got there, I found he had never gone to London, but was conspicuous by his absence. What happened, dear lady, your fine husband absconded with the jewel-pretties, fenced them in New York, finally sent me a pittance for my part, and then went to Angola and got himself killed before I could catch up with him.” She nodded.
“He was killed in Angola,” she admitted. “But what does all this have to do with Tim and me?” The man leaned up in the chaise and the huge erection in his pants protruded, making the pants stand out like a tent. Obviously he was wanting to get between Mara's delightful thighs. “It means just this, lady. You are going to cough up about two hundred thousand dollars, and quickly. Or you and your pretty boy there will disappear from this island, mysteriously like, and form an unusual ghost story for the old men and witches of this community to scare their kids with-about a boy and his Mom who suddenly disappeared from the island and are heard crying in the breeze on nights when the moon is gone and the mists rise from the lake.” “You are out of your skull, man.” Mara jumped to her feet.
“Now you get to your boat and get off my island-you are trespassing, you know.” “What will you do if I don't?” the man asked, rising and taking a step toward her. “I'll-I'll call the sheriff,” she shrilled, suddenly frightened. The man grinned. “Go on, call.
You'll find that he is at the capital for a convention. And that the village marshal, whom I have known for several years, is just banking a nice fistful of green stuff I gave him to turn a deaf ear toward this island.” He shook his head. “No way, lady. Now, let's you and me go into the house and talk business.” He turned to the woman.
“Ruby, you keep the boy out here for a while, huh, while his mother and I talk over our business. Entertain him in your personal way of entertaining, eh?” He winked at the woman and she grinned at him. “Sure, Bill. Go right ahead. Timmy and I will get along all right, won't we. Tim? Tim glared at the man. “Mom, are you all right? He isn't going to hurt you, is he?” Mara smiled, pale but contained now. “It's all right, honey. You stay here while Mr. Trooper and I go over some papers.” She patted his cheek and then left, leading the man into the kitchen and then into the front room.
Ruby turned to Tim and took his hand. “Sit down right there, in front of me, boy. Now, let's you and me have a little fun, huh?”
To his surprise, she quickly slipped out of her shorts and settled back, her bottom half completely nude. Slowly she leaned back and spread her thighs, and he watched as her hairy cunt came into view, the lips puffed and dark red, the labia protruding slightly from the inner folds of her vagina, and a little dewy moisture gathered about the edges of her slit. He gulped. He was used to seeing his mother's cunt, and to handling her, playing with her and fingering her until she was hot and ready to accept his rampant rod. But this was a strange woman, and it excited him immensely. His crotch stirred and writhed and protruded as his cock hardened. Slowly he settled upon the edge of the chair across from her. She raised her legs, her heels caught upon the edge of the chaise, and slowly spread her legs sideways. All of her hair-surrounded cunt was gaping, and winking at him. He moaned in a stirring passion. “That's about all you can take, isn't it, Timmy?” She threw a cushion down in front of her and grinned at him, slowly reaching behind her and undoing her halter. She stripped it away, teasingly, and her breasts came into view, large and bouncing as she stirred. Her nipples were huge and long, pointing outward to the sides, and enlarged as he watched, until they were extended an inch or more from the body of the breasts. She held out her arms to him and wiggled her fingers. “Come on, pretty boy,” she murmured, “strip off those shorts. They are hurting what I want to see. And then come here and eat me a little. I like that very much, and might just do the same for you.” He stood and slowly stripped off his shorts, his hardening cock, hugely thick, with broad, darkened knob, lengthened, swung out and then upward, until it stood its fully nine inches from his belly. Her eyes widened and she gasped. “I see it, but I don't believe it. Come here to Momma, darling. I want to have all that pretty thing to myself as soon as I can get it!”
Bill Trooper stood in front of Mara in the front room as she sat upon a sofa, looking up at him apprehensively. “Now, I don't want to hurt either you or your boy. I just want what is rightly mine. You make up papers that will allow me to get my two hundred thou, and I will take my cunt out there and be on my way.” She shook her head. “I can't do that, Mr. Trooper.” “Why not? Don't fool with me, woman.” “I am not fooling with you, man. I can't give you anything, because Mike put it all in trusts, certificates of deposits, bonds, stocks and such, so that I get the interest and that is all.
The principle cannot be touched until Tim is twenty-five. Then it can all be reviewed. He will get two-thirds and I will get a third. Until then I have only my own small savings and a checking account.” He snarled. “Don't lie to me! If all this is true, who handles the accounting?” “A couple of lawyers.” she answered truthfully, “and a CPA firm in the capital.” He was silent for a moment. “How much do you have in checking and savings that you can get to?” She was silent, staring at him. He reached out and slapped her face resoundingly. She fell back onto the sofa and he was upon her, straddling her, slapping her face first one way and then the other.
“Tell me how much you have or I'll beat you until you won't be able to see.” She sobbed and nodded. “All right. All right. Leave me alone. I'll tell you.” He relaxed and leaned back grinning, supporting himself upon her thighs. Slowly he reached out and pulled her halter down, letting her large, firm tits pop out. The nipples hardened in the excitement of the moment. “Tell me,” he whispered savagely, and poised his hand as though to grab and twist her breast.