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CHAPTER SEVEN

"Are you all right?"

The cool question made Doris pause as she was hurrying through the hall at Romily Manor on her way to her room to freshen up, and compose herself, after George had dropped her off at the front door.

"W-why yes, Missus Wynton," Doris stammered.

The mistress of Romily Manor surveyed Doris' flushed face, over-bright eyes and keyed-up manner.

"What did…" she paused, "the doctor want to see you about?"

"Oh," Doris' flush deepened, "just-just some tests." She dropped her eyes as she spoke.

"I see," Mildred said very softly. She took a deep breath, then: "Well, you'd better get along upstairs, prepare yourself for dinner. Willis and I will be waiting." She turned, entered the dining room as Doris hurried up the stairs.

Willis was standing at the old-fashioned bay window, his head crouched forward as he stared into the grounds. He didn't turn, but he must have heard his mother's footsteps, recognized them, because he asked, "Is she back?"

"Yes," said Mildred, crossing the room and standing beside her son.

He made a choked, cackling sound and Mildred glanced at his face. His mouth was half open, jaw slack and his tongue protruded slightly. "My doll," he mouthed, drooling, "my Doris-doll to play with!" Saliva dribbled down to his chin as he slurred out the words.

"Yes," said Mildred, "I suppose you'll play with her." Her eyes went down and she added, "Right now, you're playing with something else. Oh, Willis, do you always have to have an erection?"

She stared at the huge, stiff organ that protruded from his open pants; he was holding it in a hair-backed hand, squeezing, caressing, making the slitted lips in the massive head ooze open then close.

"I wish you wouldn't do that in here, dear," she murmured, her eyes still on his swollen shaft. "Someone might walk in." She turned her head, jerked her eyes towards the door, then glanced down again. "It's so big," she whispered, "always so big!" Her hand moved down and she encircled the rounded head with her fingers.

Willis made a sound like a sob, took his hand off his penis and gave his mother a grateful look. "Play with it for me, Mama! You play with it so nice!"

Mildred squeezed the throbbing shaft, felt the pulsing under her fingers, then sighed. "How many times have you done this today?"

Willis arched his back with pleasure as his penis twitched under Mildred's gentle caresses. "You mean, squeeze my cock? Make it shoot stuff?"

"Yes," she murmured, standing very close, gliding her hand from the base of his organ to the tip. "How many times today?"

"Just-just two times, Mama," he panted, throwing his head back, opening his mouth wider as her fingers manipulated erotically. "This-this morning," he gasped, "when I-I watched her getting out of bed, getting dressed…"

"You were in the spare room, watching through the transom?"

"Ya, Mama, oh yah! She sleeps all naked, so white – an' her pussy's all hairy…"

"I suppose it is," murmured Mildred, sliding her hand under Willis' cock then cupping his balls.

"Nice, Mama; I like it when you squeeze my balls."

"You masturbated when you were watching Doris getting dressed?"

"Yah, Mama," he groaned, feeling the knowing fingers slide onto his penis again, "Oh, yah – an' again at lunch."

Mildred made a sound that could have been resignation or exasperation.

"I thought you were doing that at lunch time!" she sighed, still stroking his excited cock. "Oh, Willis dear, I wish you wouldn't spurt all over the dining room carpet – I've just had it cleaned!"

He gave a breathless, cackling laugh as his cock jerked in her hand. "Again, Mama – I'm coming again!" He reared his head back, opened his mouth and gulped in air as his cock retracted, lurched forward and shot a stream of thick juice onto the window-pane and floor.

Mildred's body tensed with excitement: she pressed herself forward, gripped the jerking cock with clenched fingers until every last droplet was expended, then she let out her breath, took a step back and removed the handkerchief from Willis' breast pocket.

"You've done it again, Willis," she said, resignedly, wiping the stickiness off her hand. "I'll have to go and wash before dinner."

"Nice, Mama, so nice!" He gave her a half-witted smile as he stood there, long but softening penis dangling from his pants. "You always do it so nice, Mama."

A smile lightened Mildred's expression. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear."

She moved toward the door, but Willis called after her: "Mama! Tonight – can I play with Doris-doll tonight?"

Mildred hesitated; stared at her son with a frown.

"I wanna fuck her tonight, Mama – fuck her wet cunt!"

Mildred pursed her lips. "Well, maybe dear…"

"Is Doctor Basil coming for dinner, Mama? Then can he stick his needle in her, make her sleepy so I can fuck her?"

"No, Doctor Basil's not coming tonight, dear, but…" she pursed her lips again, "perhaps you won't need any help – she's been having some tests, and," her voice dropped down as though she was talking to herself rather than Willis, "she'll be feeling very passionate – I know what those tests do to your vulva and clitoris all worked up and hot and probably wanting some sexual release…" her voice faded off, then she jerked her head, stared at her son. "I'll talk to you after dinner, Willis – in the meantime, behave!" The smile she gave her son took the sting out of the words.

Naked, Doris walked from her private bathroom into her bedroom. Her hands moved continually, stroking her breasts, caressing each stiff nipple in turn, then her belly and the flesh on her inner thighs. Each time her fingers strayed toward the pink, warm lips that curled open so suggestively beneath the wet thatch of pubic hair, she restrained them with an effort.

Damn that doctor and his tests! Doris walked to her wardrobe, selected a dress. Each time she moved she felt her vaginal lips undulating, and her clitoris felt like a wriggling, hungry worm. I feel so Goddamn hot – I'd like to lie on my back on my bed and squeeze my clit 'til I blow!

Her breasts were so upthrust that a brassiere was superfluous, so Doris dragged the dress over her head. She reached for a fresh pair of panties to replace the ones that George, with his lewd actions, had ripped, then changed her mind.

Doris stood still for a minute, thinking; and as she thought, her hand slipped under the front of her short dress and she caressed the waiting, hungry lips with a fingertip.

Willis with his huge cock! He'll be groveling under the table at dinnertime, staring under my skirt then making himself come… This time, I'll give him something to see. I'll drag my skirt high, hold my knees apart and let him feast his lecherous eyes on my pantiless pussy!

Doris giggled aloud at her thoughts. He'd probably shoot right through the tabletop! And what would dear Mrs. Wynton do then?

Suddenly, she stopped giggling. He might get so worked up that he'd come to my room and rape me! She felt her clitoris twitch at the thought. That huge cock, forcing its way into my pussy – it would be awful! I wouldn't want that… or would I – why is my clit bobbing like crazy?

Doris let out the breath, pulled her hand from under her skirt with an effort. Anyway, Mrs. Wynton wouldn't let anything like that happen to me!

She combed her hair carefully, took a tissue and dabbed, daintily, between her thighs until most of the moistness was gone, then, after arranging her face into an expression of demure modesty, Doris went coyly downstairs to dinner.

"The Maine fresh air seems to be doing you good, Doris," said Mildred during dinner. "You look positively radiant today!"

Doris flushed, gave her employer a quick glance to see if she was being sarcastic, but Mrs. Wynton looked innocent and sincere.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm afraid I haven't done much work yet to justify the generous salary you'll be paying me."

"Don't worry about that, Doris dear," said Mildred. She gave a light laugh and added: "You'll earn it!"

Willis sniggered, crammed cake into his mouth. So far, Doris had noticed, he has not stooped under the table once! No sooner had the thought left her mind than Willis dropped his napkin, bent low to get it and his head disappeared under the table.

Feeling wicked, Doris dragged her skirt up to her crotch, parted her knees then, casually, let her hand fall onto her lap, glide lower and lower until her fingers were touching her wet vaginal lips. Slowly, she spread them open with her fingers.

Sounds of panted breath came from underneath the table while Mildred and Doris chatted desultorily.

Finally, Mildred snapped: "Willis! What on earth are you doing under there?" And Doris saw her move as though she was giving her son a kick.

Slowly, Willis' face came into view; his skin was beet-red and his forehead was bathed in sweat. His lips slavered and he took deep, painful gulps of air.

"Ma-ma napkin, Mama…" he croaked. "I-I dropped it, Mama…" He wriggled in his chair, never taking his eyes off Doris.

She saw his hand go under the table and his body started squirming. Mildred gave him a sharp glance. "Willis," she murmured, half-closing her eyes, "Willis, please!" Suddenly, Mildred started talking to Doris with great animation about the latest news, the weather, the Maine countryside… until Doris realized that she was trying to distract her attention from Willis, who was obviously, and with great, panting enjoyment, masturbating under the dinner table.

George rubbed himself against Mabel when she came back into the kitchen after serving coffee in the dining room. "I feel like it," he mumbled. "I want you to suck me off!"

Mabel whirled, her face angry. "I saw you – when you were serving her dessert!"

He drew back. "What!"

"That girl, Doris Dainton, you were staring at her legs – and more!" Mabel took a jerky breath. "The little bitch had her skirt pulled up to her belly, an' you leaning over her, starin' at her thighs an' the bit o' hair she got in between!"

"You're crazy!" George snapped, but he tried to loosen his pants at the crotch as he spoke.

"It's her got you worked up – that's why you've got a hard. You an' your fuckin' cock!" Mabel sneered viciously.

George colored with anger; he took a step closer then reached up to her head, grabbed her hair and pulled until she went down onto her knees, moaning.

"Suck it!" He ripped open his pants with his free hand, pulled out his cock and thrust it into Mabel's face.

Mabel moaned with pain as he cruelly twisted her hair, then babbled: "All right, George – stop pulling, you're tearin' my hair out by the roots – stop pullin', I'll suck your fuckin' cock!"

Her face moved forward, mouth open, and her lips seized the red, swollen ball at the end of his shaft.

"Urgh, that's better, urgh!" George rocked himself very slowly as Mabel's head bobbed back and forward. "Oh, suck it – keep suckin'!" He squeezed the cheeks of his bottom together, pressed his pelvis forward and took loud, rasping breaths.

They were so engrossed that neither of them knew that anyone had entered the kitchen until Mildred spoke.

"This seems to be a habit at this time!" Her voice was cold and angry.

Mabel's lips plopped off George's cock, and the organ stuck out stiffly as George froze, then it jerked, spurted-and Mildred watched the white blobs squirt out then drop onto her kitchen floor.

"All over the kitchen floor," Mildred muttered, watching the opaque blobs. She half-closed her eyes, mumbled: "All over the Goddamned manor!"

Her lips tightened, grimly, then: "Needless to say, I'll see you both in my room tonight before you go to bed. In the meantime," she added, sarcastically, "I came to ask for some more coffee – like everything else in this place, the bell doesn't work!" She turned, walked stiffly out of the kitchen.

White-faced, George stuffed his damp penis back in his pants, fastened them.

Mabel picked up the coffee-pot, tried to blink away her tears before she moved unsteadily into the dining room.

As soon as Mildred had left for the kitchen, Doris leaned down, looked under the table. Willis' pants were yawning open, and the flaccid but still huge cock dangled down limply. She straightened herself, smiled at the slack-jawed young man.

"It's hot, isn't it?" Doris said, brightly.

Willis, mouth still open, nodded dumbly.

Doris rose to her feet, moved round the table until she was beside the slumped, thick-set figure. His eyes followed her as though she was mesmerizing him. "May I?" Doris said, reaching for his napkin and taking it from beside his empty plate.

His jaw dropped a little lower. His eyes watched what she was doing.

"When it's hot like this," said Doris, wadding the napkin into a ball, "I sweat so much." She lifted the front of her short skirt, exposing her belly, thatch of brunette hairs and wet, pink lips below; then she opened her knees and thighs, wiped at the warm vaginal lips. "My pussy gets so hot and sweats," she whispered to Willis with a giggle; then she returned his napkin, let her skirt drop into place and was sitting, primly demure, in her place when Mildred returned to the room.

There was a dazed expression on Willis' face as his lips moved and he struggled to speak. "Glug," he managed. "Glug, glug – wet cunt – glug!"

"Willis!" Mildred reprimanded, "please don't use vulgar language, dear," she turned to Doris with a strained smile. "He doesn't realize what he's saying, Doris; don't pay any attention."

Doris just smiled, shyly.

Mabel approached the table with the coffee.

"And bring me my favorite liqueur," said Mildred.

"Yes, Ma'am," said Mabel. She returned with a tray, bearing three glasses and decanter of Creme de Menthe.

Mildred poured the drinks herself, handing one glass to Willis, another to Doris.

"That's all," she said to Mabel, "don't forget to see me tonight."

"I remember, Ma'am," murmured the cook.

"George, too," said Mildred.

"I'll tell him, Ma'am," Mabel whispered. Doris sipped her drink, savored the sweetness.

"They're such devoted servants," said Mildred, lifting her glass. "They do anything I tell them!" She drained her drink.

"I'm sure they do," said Doris, thinking of what George had said about his mistress that afternoon. She finished her drink, felt it warming her belly and flowing lower. She squirmed; the liquor seemed to reactivate the electricity in her body; she felt throbs in her abdomen, then in her pussy and all at once she felt that she wanted to pass water. That reminded her of George… The thing he did to me! I pressed my thighs together, his big cock squeezing into my pussy – then into the little hole in my bottom. It should have hurt – but it thrilled me instead – thrilled me so intensely! That thick, long cock!

Doris lifted her eyes, stared across the table, met Willis' stare. He had gulped his drink, now his mouth was open and his eyes were fixed on her face.

"Mama," he blurted, drooling at the mouth. "Tonight, Mama, I wanna do what I said, Mama – my doll, Mama, I wanna f…"

"Willis!" Mildred cut in. "We'll talk later." Her eyes blazed at her son and he lapsed into a brooding silence. "Now, Doris," said Mildred with a change of tone, "won't you have another drink?"

"Well," Doris seemed to hesitate, "I'm not much used to liqueur – if I have much more, I won't know what I'm doing!"

"Let us worry about that," said Mildred, refilling Doris' glass generously.

Willis gave a wet, drooling snigger, picked up his napkin and smelled it – then began to suck it, loudly, with his thick, sensuous lips.