Those full, firm-looking globes that he knew he had nursed as a baby showed almost no tendency to sag, and the sleek lines of her hips, swelling out from that tiny waist, were all too much like those of a pinup girl in one of the men's magazines. He kept his eyes completely averted, after that one accidental glance, but the femaleness of that golden-tanned body and the bright blonde triangle which decorated the juncture of thighs and belly, remained as an image burned on his brain.
"Okay!" said Gerault, startling them both with the suddenness of his voice in the embarrassed silence of the room. "Get in the bed! Quickly!" Ann moved slowly backward until her legs bumped the edge of the bed, then sat down.
"I am going to tell you what I told Mr. Fleming. Then I shall expect complete cooperation from both of you: Mr. Fleming has refused to pay us when his daughter's safety depended upon it. I am convinced that he will pay to protect the reputation of every member of his family. Pride can be a strange thing.
"Therefore, we will take pictures of all of you – pictures which he will be anxious to destroy, before they can be seen by others. If he then pays us what we ask, we will let him destroy the pictures. You see, this is the only way we have of dealing with a man of his stubborn convictions."
"Now, we have wasted enough time with this family. So, from here on, you will do exactement as you are told, quickly, and without hesitation. If you do not, there will be pain. Your daughter, Mrs. Fleming, already bears a painful proof of what I tell you. It is up to you if you also receive much pain. So! We waste not another minute! Into bed, both of you!"
Ann drew up her legs, keeping them chastely together, and lay out full length on the bed. Tommy crawled in beside her, keeping to the other side of the bed. There were several inches of space between them.
"Now, you-Tom-mee, is it not-you will place your left hand on her hip. Quickly!" Tommy's hand reached out, and he had to turn his body toward her to stretch the distance. Ann, out of the corners of her eyes, saw that he would have to slide his hand and wrist across the area of her womanly triangle to obey the command, so she rolled over toward him on her side, moving the forbidden forest out of the danger zone. When his hand touched the warm flesh of her hip, she gasped involuntarily. The ends of his fingers were lightly resting on the sensitive skin of her buttock a tingle went through her at the contact.
"Now, your mouth on her breast!" commanded Gerault.
Tommy hesitated a fraction of a second, then saw the Frenchman moving closer to Ann's side of the bed. He was blowing on the tip of a lit cigarette, and there was an evil joyful light in his eyes. Had Gerault been moving toward him, Tommy was sure he would have refused to obey. But he knew it was his mother who would pay for it. And Gerault seemed to want an excuse to display his sadism.
Quickly, Tommy moved closer, until his head was at the level of her breasts. He touched the side of the pale golden hillock with his lips, and Gerault stopped the advance of the glowing cigarette.
"Movement!" ordered Gerault. "Use your lips and tongue; stir up the nipple! We must have convincing photogrophaphs."
Tommy's lips parted, and he traced a light trail up the side of the tender globe to the irregularly textured surface at its peak. He felt a thrill as the softness touched the tip of his tongue.
Ann was struggling to control her outlaw sexuality, but the warm damp lips and tongue were too much for her. She felt the blossoming of nipple as it rose between the caressing lips, and her lungs filled with a gasp of air that almost whistled through her teeth.
Tommy felt the tender morsel spring into his mouth, and then the hidden memories of his infancy combined with the strong, urgent cravings of his virile young body, and he sucked at the springy tidbit, then teased it with lips and tongue. The thrill of such a forbidden act struck him unexpectedly. His defenses were not equal to the power of his cravmgs.
He worked hungrily at the tender meal, and the moaning of his mother's voice was a strange sound in his ears. Then her hands were grasping his head, moving him away from his exciting feast. He was panting as she guided his mouth to her other warm hemisphere, and the damp heat of his passionate exhalations stirred the nipple of this other globe to early blossom.
His lips seized it eagerly, and he sucked at its softness, stretching it from its first budding into a swollen sponge. Ann moaned loudly as the action stirred her to the core.
"Take his cock in your hand!" commanded the Frenchman, and Ann reached under Tommy's arm and sought the flesh of his manhood. As she reached, she had to roll slightly away from him with her hips, to make room for her exploring hand and arm, so that just as she grasped his excitedly stiffening rod, the hand he had placed on her hip was trailed across the front of her upper thigh and then halted in the blonde forest of her loins.
She felt him swell in her hand as he thrilled to the feel of her heated flesh under his fingers. Then she whimpered as she spread her thighs, and the swelling outer lips of her womanhood parted, capturing his fingertips in the damp heat of her fleshy canyon.
Tommy's pulse raced as he felt the hot lips under his fingers, and the wetness he encountered was an invitation to explore. His hand shifted as he sought out the uppermost cleft, then gently massaged the fleshy protrusion hidden there.
It was infinitely more exciting than previous experiences he'd had – most of them in the drive-in movie at home. This seemed so much more serious – so mature. Even as he felt the guilt of its wrongness, his passion increased. The hand which was closed over his pulsing hardness had started to move, and the friction was driving him wild.
"Now! Get above her, and put your cock inside her!" came the order.
He tried to move, but his knees were like jelly, and it took him quite a while to get up on all fours and position himself above her. Ann had started to spread her legs wider in anticipation, but suddenly she rebelled. A belated surge of conscience made her close her thighs to her son as he hovered above her. Then the pain struck!
Gerault's lighted cigarette pressed against her cheek, and he ground it against the tender flesh. She shrieked as the pain spread over her face, the tears rolled down onto the bed in streams. Tommy started to clamber up out of his position, ready to attack the sadist in anger. His stiffened member lost its rigidity, and his excitement cooled as if he'd been thrust into a tub of ice water.
The Frenchman watched him start to spring from the bed, then cut short any ideas about revenge.
"You will not help your mother by being troublesome. Au contraire! Every move you make against us everything you do to delay our little circus – will cost her another painful burn. You do not want that beautiful face destroyed, do you?"
Tommy settled back onto the bed, defected. He was half-kneeling, half-squatting, and his eyes were dark with his frustrated ed anger. But Gerault laughed at him, then spoke to Ann.
"The same is true with you. You have felt the taste of my displeasure. After this, when it is you who fails to cooperate, your son will suffer the pain. Now! You will both begin once more! At the point where you stopped! Quickly!"
Tommy looked down at himself, and both Ann and the Frenchman followed his gaze. It was obvious that he was in no condition to penetrate anything. Ann's heart went out to him. Even his virile father had suffered temporary impotency when lesser disturbances had interrupted his boudoir athletics. But Gerault was laughing at him.
"We will fix that. Yvette! See if you can't wake up the young man's sleeping beauty with your clever mouth!" The slattern moved toward the bed, dropping her cnrnera atop the pile of clothes on a chair.