The Chaperone Blues
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Somehow Claire got back to sleep, but again she dreamed.
This time it was a dream about her daughter, who walked into the
kitchen, her belly enormous, as if it held more than one baby.
"Morning, Mom," she said brightly.
In her dream, Claire turned to her daughter and said, "It looks like
there's another one in there this morning."
"Yeah," sighed Lori. "Bobby fucked another one in me last night. I
think that makes four. I may have to have a c-section."
They were interrupted by Bobby, who came strutting into the kitchen
stark naked, his lusty huge erection straining out into the air in
front of him. It was the size of a fire hydrant and was red and angry
"Morning, Mother," he said grinning widely. "Are you ready to make your
Claire looked down at her dream belly, which was just as gravid as
Lori's was. She screamed...
And jerked awake. The bed shivered. Everyone else was still sleeping.
She hadn't screamed out loud.
What's WRONG with me? she cried in her mind. She staggered out of bed
and went to the bathroom. Closing the door she turned on the light and
leaned on the sink, staring into the mirror. Her face looked haggard
and drawn. She splashed some water on her face. The cool of it felt
She turned to her travel case, which she had put in the bathroom
earlier and opened it. She got out a sleeping pill and swallowed it.
Claire didn't dream again that night. But when she awoke it was to
multiple sensations. She didn't know why she had awakened just then.
She was still horny. And, she was cuddled up to Chuck, her head on his
shoulder, her hair covering her face. She had twin feelings of her
hand, lying on something soft...cloth...with something firm under it.
As she thought about where her hand had to be, she realized it was on
his morning erection. At the same time she felt his fingers on her
wrist. She felt him lifting her hand...moving it...letting it fall on
his flat, hard stomach.
She lifted her head. "I'm so sorry," she half whispered, her eyes
filling with tears. "I took a pill...I had dreams...I'm so sorry," she
began to sob quietly.
"Hey," he said into her hair. "Take it easy. It's OK. I just didn't
think you'd want to wake up and find your hand...there." He kissed her
hair. "Don't cry."
She felt better for knowing that he hadn't removed her hand because he
didn't want it there. She felt worse because she knew she wasn't going
to be able to control her urges.
"Thank you," she said. "But I don't know WHAT I want anymore."
His fingers went back to her wrist and lifted her hand again. Amazed,
she felt him return it to the lump of stiffness under his shorts and
drape it over his erection.
"There," he said. "All better?"
Claire felt her fingers curl around the stiff column of flesh before
she could stop them. She squeezed gently before sliding her hand
upward, off his hard-on. In the process her hand slid under his shirt,
onto his hot skin.
"We don't even know each other," she whispered, feeling much better for
having been able to take her hand away from what she wanted to feel.
"We can get to know each other," he suggested.
"I'm almost afraid to get to know you," she responded. "I'm already
about to let you do something I swore I'd never let a man do again."
"That's a good thing," he whispered back. "That means you're making
progress...working through your issues."
She couldn't help but smile and tried to pinch his skin. It was
surprisingly difficult to get anything between her fingers. She ended
up tickling him instead.
Chuck jerked and batted at her hand, clamping his on it and stopping
her. He rolled slightly as he let go and her hand slid to his side.
There were no love handles there. The hand he'd used came to her hair
and whisked it away from her face.
"I'm going to kiss you now, Claire," he whispered.
"OK," she surrendered. It was an instant, unthinking surrender that
made her feel better somehow before he even touched her.
It was a kiss to write home about. Neither of them cared about the
morning breath, or the teenagers in the bed on the floor next to them.
They just felt each other through their lips and experienced it.
Claire reluctantly pulled away from his lips. "What about your
girlfriend?" she asked.
"What girlfriend?" he replied. "I'm too busy with teaching and football
to have a girlfriend."
He kissed her again and she pressed her body against his, her arms
going around him, pulling him tightly against her. Despite her raging
emotions her passion surprised and even scared her a little.
When it was over Claire buried her face in his chest. "I'm in so much
trouble," she said. Her hand slid to his buttocks and inside his shorts
to grip a glute.
"I'm the teacher," he whispered back. "Why don't you let me decide
whether you're in trouble or not."
She removed her hand from his shorts and put it on his chest. "Not now.
Not yet. Not with the kids here. I can't."
He took her hand and kissed her fingertips. "Take all the time you
need. I'm a very patient man."
He rolled away from her and bounded out of bed, heading for the
Claire rolled over too, to face the other bed.
What she saw was Bobby's open eyes staring at her. He was up on one
elbow, obviously looking up and over the edge of the higher bed she was
in. Lori's lifted head was above his and she was staring at her mother
Lori spoke. "Mommy? What are you DOING?!"
Claire was quite familiar with how children viewed—or rather
attempted NOT to view—the sexuality of their parents. She
remembered the first time her father had, at the breakfast table, come
up behind her mother, reaching around her to cup her breasts and kiss
her on the neck. Claire had been dumbfounded, expecting her mother to
slap at his hands and tell him what a terrible man he was. Instead she
had let her head fall to one side to give his lips more access. Claire
had been fourteen at the time, and had actually shivered with revulsion
at the blatant sexual play of her parents. Parents didn't have SEX!
Of course she hadn't said anything. And, as she began to watch her
parents more closely, she saw many other times when they touched each
other in ways that made it quite clear they were sexual beings...and
happy in those roles. She had made the adjustment to being able
to...let...her parents be normal. It had awakened her own lusts.
So Claire had some idea of what was going through her daughter's mind.
And her reaction to that was a mixed bag of sympathy for her daughter
and anger that, at a time when she might just have accidentally found
something that could make her very happy, her daughter might try to
stop that. If she'd had more time to process events, she might have
spoken with a little less heat in her voice, or perhaps, might not have
spoken at all.
But speak she did.
"Whatever I'm doing, it isn't as bad as what you and Bobby were doing
She hadn't meant to approach this little problem at either this time or
in quite this way, but it was too late. She saw Lori's face go pale in
the morning light and Bobby swallowed.
Bobby started to say something—probably a
denial—and Claire cut him off.
"We'll discuss this later. This is neither the time nor the place."
As happens in a lot of confrontations between parent and child, Claire
felt the need to do something, or go somewhere—to break the
initial contact while she had the upper hand. Had she been at home she
could have begun dinner, or gone to her room, or snatched up a hamper
to start laundry; anything to make it obvious that she had other things
to do and would take up the subject at hand when SHE was ready.
But here, in this motel room, there WAS no dinner to make or laundry to
do. She got out of bed, but there was no place for her to go. Without
thinking—or perhaps because she was thinking too
MUCH—she grabbed her clothes out of her suitcase and
stormed...more or less...into the bathroom to change.
She had completely forgotten the bathroom was already occupied.
Chuck was standing at the sink running his fingers through a patch of
hair that he suspected was beginning to be contaminated with gray
hairs. He was much too young for that to happen, but suspected it
anyway. After taking care of his overfull bladder, he had stripped down
to take a shower and was waiting for the water to get warm. When the
door opened he automatically turned toward it.
Claire's first impression was that the light was on. Who had gone off
and left the light on? That wasted energy! That was immediately
followed by her mind trying to process the fact that there was a naked
man, with a decidedly thick and manly penis, standing in the bathroom.
The realization that it was Chuck was part and parcel of the smile that
bloomed on his face as he assumed she had rethought her resistance and
had decided to join him in the bathroom intentionally. His smile wasn't
a leer. It was, in fact, genuine happiness that this beautiful woman
had decided to grace him with her company.
Claire's unconscious brain recorded this information, tweaked an organ
that produced a particular hormone, so as to increase that hormonal
level in her bloodstream, and then made several
other...adjustments...to Claire's psyche and physiology.
Claire's conscious brain was horrified. She was three quarters of the
way through the door when she stopped.
"OH!" she said.
Chuck looked confused. His mind was beginning to register the shock on
her face and recognize that his initial belief that she had decided to
come and join him might be less than well founded.
"Close the door, you're letting out all the heat," he said, for lack of
anything else to say.
Claire, being an adult, and a mother, who was quite used to thinking in
just those terms closed the door...behind her. She stared at the naked
man facing her.
"Well," said Chuck, relaxing when she didn't scream or anything. "This
is a little awkward."
Something made Chuck want to treat this like it was just a minor social
gaff. He, too, had been unaccountably happy when he woke up to find
Claire Richardson cuddled up against him. That her hand had been lying
lightly on his manhood had just been the frosting on the cake. Chuck
really HAD been too busy with school to have much of a social life.
He'd taken a few of the unattached female teachers out on dates, but
most of them had been set up by other teachers who wanted to
match-make, and hadn't turned out to be anything near long term
situations. He didn't have a particularly high sex drive, and the
fantasies he masturbated to occasionally were satisfaction enough that
he wasn't impatient to find a warm pussy to call his own. In his
experience, warm pussies were often attached to clinging women who
wanted themselves to be the primary focus of his attention.
But Claire Richardson was a woman who aroused his interest. It had been
a given that she was beautiful and successful. He could see that when
he met her. Since then, though, he had noticed her buoyant capacity to
be girlish, even though her routine demeanor was mature. She took
obvious joy in her children, who were good kids, something teachers
appreciated. He sensed in her a smoldering passion that he suspected
would be spectacular if it were ever unleashed. He saw glimpses of that
as she enjoyed the combat between teenage warriors on the field.
Chuck didn't know if anything could develop with this fascinating
woman, but he didn't want to just let things get strained, or
uncomfortable. And so he opted to treat the events of the last few
hours as something slightly off normal, but cute—one of those
things you tell stories about later in life and laugh at.
"It's amazing," he said, turning back to the mirror and fiddling with
his hair, as if her sudden entrance was nothing more than a minor
distraction, "how underdressed someone can feel in a bathroom."
"Oh damn, I'm sorry. I forgot you were in here," said Claire, somehow
more upset that he was apparently ignoring her than she was that he was
stark naked and she was standing with him in a motel bathroom. "I had
to yell at the kids and then I wanted to get away from them and..."
Claire's voice trailed off. She lost her train of thought as her mind
caught up to the situation. She WAS standing in a motel bathroom with a
naked man! And the man was looking in the mirror instead of at her! And
hadn't he just said something about how he was underdressed...as if SHE
"What's going on with the kids?" he asked, leaning closer to the mirror
to stretch at the bags under his eyes.
"You're naked," squeaked Claire.
Chuck smiled and turned to face the woman again. "What was your first
clue?" he grinned. Then he suggested, "I suspect you've seen men in my
condition before this. Don't worry about it. I was about to take a
shower, but I can wait if you want to go first."
What went through Claire's mind was an imaginary scene in a movie in
which she and Chuck were the stars. She saw herself dropping her silk
pajamas on the floor and Chuck holding the shower curtain open for her
to step into the tub. She saw her naked body brush up against his as
she entered the shower. She felt his hands sliding over her soapy body
as he washed her.
The tingle of her nipples crinkling brought Claire out of her short
fantasy and all the feelings she had felt lying next to this man in bed
rushed back to overwhelm her. She looked helplessly at the man she'd
only known for a few days. She was so turned on she was actually
vibrating, her whole body shaking with tension. She shouldn't be here.
Not with a naked man. Not with THIS naked man. Her children were right
outside. They KNEW she was in here with this man. She should leave
immediately…but she didn't WANT to leave.
"I don't know what to do," she said in a little girl voice. She
suddenly felt very much like a little girl. She was perilously close to
Chuck left the sink and came over to her. She looked into his eyes and
felt her will to resist draining away.
"Do you want to take a shower?" he asked softly.
The remembered fragments of the shower scene in her fantasy bubbled up
in Claire's mind and she nodded. Almost without her own volition her
voice said, "Uh huh."
"The water should be warm by now," he suggested.
She nodded again, not trusting herself to speak.
"You can't take a shower in your pajamas," he said.
He took the bundle of clothing from her hands and set it on the counter
of the sink. His hands went to the big blue buttons of her silk pajamas
and he began undoing them. He worked slowly, his hands dropping from
each button, when it was loose, to the next one. Claire felt cool air
flow against the skin between her breasts. She couldn't lift her hands
for some reason and just stood there as his hands came to her shoulders
and pushed the silk. It slid off, over her shoulders, and she could
feel the caress of the cloth as it glided down her arms. His hands
smoothed along the tops of her shoulders and down the outside of her
Suddenly she was standing topless in a motel bathroom with a naked man.
A part of her brain noticed that he didn't ogle her naked breasts, with
their stiffened nipples. Instead he gazed into her eyes as his hands
slid, with a feather touch down her arms from her shoulders and moved
to her hips, gripping the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Her eyes
followed his as his head began to sink, and his eyes stayed locked onto
hers as he went to one knee.
His eyes still locked onto hers, he began to pull her bottoms down
until they were pooled at her feet. As if in a dream she lifted one
foot and stepped sideways with it. She was acutely aware that when she
did this, her naked, defenseless pussy was now open in front of this
man. She began to tremble harder and felt an unaccountable sense of
relief as he stood back up. She wanted him to hug her.
Instead, Chuck took her hand and led her to the tub. Just like in her
fantasy he pulled the shower curtain back, making a doorway for her to
step into the tub. His eyes had never left hers.
As she stepped into the tub Claire replayed the shower scene in her
mind and pleasure shot through her as she anticipated the next part.
Her fantasy came to a jarring stop as, when she stepped into the tub,
he stayed outside and let the curtain fall back to break the lock
between their eyes.
"If you need any help, feel free to ask," came his deep voice from
Claire blinked and realized she was wet. Then, and only then, did she
feel the water beating against her shoulder and one breast. Mixed
emotions of joy, anger, frustration and sexual passion raged through
her mind and body. What kind of man WAS this? How could he DO this to
Claire's hand jerked to the shower curtain and she flung it open.
"Of COURSE I need your help, you...YOU...YOU MAN!" she barked.
It was then Claire noticed that, while she had been in a fog as her
body was slowly made naked, Chuck's body had gone through a change.
That heavy thick thing she had seen hanging between his legs when she
first came into the bathroom was hanging no longer. Now it was pointing
at her. It was the first erect penis Claire had seen in ten years and
the effect it had on her was electric.
"Get IN here," she growled.
The rest of her shower went much more like her fantasy had. His fantasy
was a bit more detailed than hers had been though.
In her fantasy she had felt his skin against hers, her breasts pushing
into his chest and hands. She had left out the part where his mouth
fastened on her aching nipples and sucked until she thought she'd go
Her fantasy had included his hands sliding all over her slippery soapy
body. His supplied the slippery friction of his prick gliding into her
pussy as they stood in tight embrace. He was strong enough to, once he
got her to spread her legs, squat between them, digging the tip of his
cock into her famished pussy and then stand up, lifting her with the
penetration of his penis until she had to stand on her tiptoes, her
arms tightly around him to keep from falling backward.
Her fantasy hadn't included the overwhelming feeling of
fullness...completeness that his thick penis caused in her unused sex,
as it pressed against her along every inch of her delicate tissues. She
hadn't realized how empty she had felt until she was full to
And somehow her fantasy had left out his hot kisses, his tongue taking
her breath away as he bounced on the balls of his feet, dangling her on
his spike as her clit was punished by the base of his cock where it
skewered her. Her mind kept trying to tell her this must be all a
dream. Her body argued vociferously that it was very real.
Her orgasm left her so weak she couldn't even hold on to him anymore,
but his strong arms around her waist only let her upper torso lean
backwards, her arms hanging down slightly behind her, her head thrown
back until her neck muscles complained. Warm water kissed her chin and
splashed on her breasts.
In that position she felt him tense, and heard his groan of completion
as she felt the fountain of his ejaculation deep inside her. Her
passion was so sated that, even though she thought about the fact that
she had stopped taking her birth control pills years and years and
years ago, she couldn't possibly care less at this moment.
Claire's back began to complain and she mustered the effort to lean
forward and press her breasts against his muscled chest again. Her face
went into his chest and she was surprised to again feel the beat of
warm water on her back as his hands slid upward to stroke her there.
"I didn't mean for this to happen," she mumbled into his chest.
"In that case, I'm really glad you don't have more self control," came
her lover's response.
She looked up to meet his eyes for the first time since she’d
dragged him into the tub and saw only warmth there. It thrilled her to
"Me too," she said and kissed him.
Despite the incredible intimacy of what had just happened, there was an
atmosphere of awkwardness between them as they separated and rewashed
their bodies separately...hurriedly, with economy of movement.
It was cold outside the tub and she shivered again as he handed her a
towel. It wasn't big enough, or fluffy enough, and she had a sudden
wish that this had taken place in her own master bathroom...or maybe
"That's the first time something like that has ever happened to me,"
said Chuck conversationally, as he bent and dried his legs.
Claire felt the need to engage him in something other than sex. "I
can't believe that," she said, thinking about...sex. "You're much too
handsome and...manly. I would have thought you do this...a lot."
"Yeah, well don't believe all the hype," he said, rubbing his penis
briskly with the towel. "All this stud-muffin crap isn't at all what
it's cracked up to be." He looked up and grinned. "We stud-muffins are
quite often insecure and underappreciated."
"Well, I appreciate you," said Claire. She was shocked that she'd said
that so blatantly and with such emotion.
"Thank you, Madame" he bowed to her. She smiled at the ridiculous
formal motion, done by a naked man.
When he stood back up he said "Are you really OK?"
She felt another thrill go through her at the care in his question. She
suddenly felt much more comfortable with him, which seemed exceedingly
odd, considering what she'd just done with him. She threw the towel
over her head to partly dry her hair.
"I have no idea. None of this has turned out ANYTHING like I had
expected it to. This whole trip is turning out to be...I don't
know...amazing?" She finished her statement as a question.
"I'm with you on that," he said. "I thought I was just going to coach
football. If somebody had said I was going to make love to one of the
most beautiful women in the world I would have said they were crazy."
His voice suggested that his comment about her beauty was one that
anyone would understand and automatically agree with. He wasn't trying
to get in her panties with that comment. It made Claire's stomach
flutter and she suddenly wanted to have him again. In the old days she
often had three or four orgasms to Denny's one. She made a conscious
effort to redirect her thoughts.
"Thank you, Sir," she said and curtsied to him, using the towel to
mimic her non-existent skirts.
He looked at her and that warmth was back in his eyes. "You really are
beautiful, you know."
"I bet you say that to all the naked women in your motel bathroom." She
"I don't know about that. I've never been in a motel bathroom with a
naked woman before," said Chuck, pulling on his underwear. "If it's
anything like this, though, I'm going to try to have naked women in my
motel bathroom all the time from now on." He grinned and continued to
Claire did the same, combing through her hair and deciding that it
wasn't worth the time it would take to dry and style it. Instead she
pulled it back and put it in a damp pony tail. When she was done she
faced the door, but didn't open it.
"I don't know how to go out there," she said.
"You open the door and walk through it," said Chuck, buttoning his
shirt. "It's easy. I've done it lots of times."
"Thank you so much," said Claire acidly. "You've never done it with two
teenagers to face."
"Claire, I was awake the other night," he said.
She turned around, her throat tightening. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"I couldn't sleep...with you in the bed with me. It was too different.
And I felt you tense up and heard the kids. Then when you jumped out of
bed I got ready to mediate...things. When you were in the bathroom I
didn't hear you...um...use the facilities. But you flushed anyway, so I
knew you were trying to do something. I didn't know what, but I knew
you were upset. And, when you came back to bed you didn't do anything,
so I figured you didn't know what to do."
She looked at him in amazement.
"So I put my arm over you so you wouldn't have to decide what to do,"
he said calmly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It's really
none of my business."
"What must you think of us?" moaned Claire, hiding her face in her
His hands pulled hers away. "Look, I'm not a father. I don't understand
all this. But they're just kids and kids do that kind of thing. If I
WERE a father I think I'd rather they did it with each other than with
strangers...people I didn't know anything about. But like I said, it's
not my business. If you want me to talk to them, though, I will."
"But its...wrong," said Claire.
"OK, it's wrong," said Chuck. "Is that the only thing they've ever done
"No, of course not," said Claire. "But what if she gets pregnant?"
"So, put her on the pill," said Chuck.
"And just let them go on?" asked Claire, her eyes wide.
"Do you remember the first man to have sex with you?" he asked.
"Could anybody have made you stop?" he asked.
Claire's eyes widened more. She shook her head.
"So, put her on the pill and tell them to be careful, and let them
learn what life is all about," he said.
Claire nibbled her lip, staring at nothing while she thought. She
looked at Chuck's face and felt heat in her loins. She had it bad for
this younger man. Abruptly she turned, grabbed her pajamas from where
Chuck had folded them neatly on the counter, opened the door and walked
out to confront her children.
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