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THE SWEET TASTE OF REVENGE
                                           by RD 9


PART TWO

    "You mean he gets the whole estate?" her sister asked in an
 incredulous tone, staring at Mom in open dismay, "Didn't your husband
 leave you anything at all?"

    "Oh yes," her sister smiled, quite obviously enjoying the effect of
 her words on the other woman, "he left me enough to live on, providing I
 live very modestly, but Bill gets the bulk of the estate when he's
 twenty one."

    "Yes dear," Mom laughed, as her sister turned to stare at me, "it's
 all true, so if you don't want to find out what it's like to have to go
 back to work, either now or most assuredly in seven years, I suggest you
 start treating my son better than you've been doing in the past."

    Poor Aunt Norma she didn't know what to say or do at this point and
 did the only left to her now, she turned around and fled back to her own
 room.

    "That's something I should have done a long time ago," Mom said,
 smiling at me as she spoke, "when she first started taking over here,
 instead of waiting until now to do it."

    Not only was Marie discharged, but her confession resulted in George
 losing his job too. So our household was short a maid and a gardener,
 but only the gardener was replaced, for now that Mom had taken control
 of the household, she decided that there was no need to have two maids
 for Susan was able to do everything that required the services of a
 maid.

    Mom and I never had our talk the day she had the difference of
 opinion with her sister, but about a week later, she sent Susan out to
 my darkroom, to tell me she wanted to see me in her room.

    She was in another negligee, but this one was much thinner than the
 previous one I had seen her wearing, so I was able to see the nipples of
 her rather large breasts quite clearly, as she swung around on her
 vanity stool to face me when I entered the room.

    "Close the door dear," she smiled, flushing as she saw my
 appreciative eyes sliding over her scantily clothed body, "Aunt Norma is
 in town today, but I wouldn't want Susan to see me dressed this way with
 you in my room."

    "I was just wondering dear," she said in a soft tone, the flush in
 her face deepening now, as she looked up into my eyes, when I stood
 before her, "if your suffering now that Marie is gone, because I haven't
 forgotten my promise, to help you when you get yourself all worked up."

    Actually I didn't need any help at all, but I couldn't tell her that
 I was now fucking Susan on an almost daily basis out in my darkroom, so
 I did what any good American boy would do under similar circumstances, I
 lied.

    "I try not to think about it," I said, finding I was almost choking
 on the words, as I let my eyes drop to her lap and discovered that I
 could now make out the dark shadow of her pubic forest beneath the thin
 material, "and if that doesn't work I take a cold shower."

    "Oh you poor baby," she whispered, smiling up at me, as she reached
 out and unbuckled my belt, "you should have told me, I would have taken
 care of it for you."

    If I had screwed Susan that day, as I usually did when she was
 finished making the beds, my prick might not have responded so quickly,
 but now my passions soared, as I looked down into her smiling face, so
 by the time she had pushed down my pants and shorts my eager young shaft
 sprung forth, hard and ready for fucking!

    "Oh God," she murmured, staring at the throbbing cock as she took it
 in her warm hand, then in a more controlled voice she whispered, smiling
 as she once more lifted her eyes to my face, her hand moving slowly back
 and forth on the thick shaft, "You really do need some help don't you
 darling?"

    At this point it I was too excited to do anything but grin back at
 her, but I was already wondering how she intended to take care of me.
 She didn't leave me wondering for long however, for she suddenly leaned
 forward and engulfed the bloated head of my hard prick in her warm moist
 mouth, never taking her eyes from my face, even as she moved her head
 back and forth slowly, letting her full lips slide over the rubbery
 head, until it was almost out of her mouth, before sliding it back in
 again.

    "Don't hold back darling," she whispered, releasing the prick from
 it's oral trap for a brief moment, "let it go whenever your ready to
 give it to me."

    She had barely gotten the cock back into her mouth when it exploded,
 shooting the searing cock juice down her throat!  I had come so quickly
 that she gagged for a second before hastily swallowing the rest of it,
 as it pumped into her tightly clamped mouth, then her hand was milking
 it as she sucked away the last vestige of my sexual tribute.

    "Satisfied now sweetheart," she whispered, smiling up at me again,
 daintily wiping the remains of my hot offering from her lips, with a
 tissue from her vanity, "or would you like to fuck me too?"

    It was strangely exciting to hear my own mother asking me if I wanted
 to fuck her, not only had I never heard her use that word, but now with
 my cock juice still coating her tongue, I was not only able to accept
 the idea of her using such language, but able to actually tell her that
 I wanted to fuck her.

    Even though I was no virgin anymore, when she positioned herself on
 the bed, it was the first I had ever seen a woman totally naked, so even
 after I had stripped myself, scrambled between her lifted knees and into
 her waiting arms, my young cock was still as hard as a rock.

    Due to the length of time her poor little pussy had been neglected,
 Mom felt some discomfort when I forced the hard shaft into her fiery
 pit, but once she had greased it with her natural lubrication, she went
 berserk, as she tried to make up for all the years she had been denied
 the pleasure of being fucked.

    Happily for the two of us, her foresight of draining my balls before
 letting me get my cock into her hot hungry cunt, we were able to fuck
 until she was completely exhausted.

    "Oh God darling," she gasped, staring up at me with pleading eyes, "I
 can't take anymore, give it to me now!"

    "You want me to cum in you, Mom?!!" I asked in surprise, feeling my
 own climax approaching as I stared down into her beautiful, smiling
 face.

    "Oh, yes darling," she whispered, punctuating each word with a gasp
 as I hammered the breath out of her, "put it in me. Give me all you've
 got lover, give it to me!"

    No longer the least bit embarrassed, I scooped up her legs and threw
 them over my shoulders, leaning forward so her knees were almost beside
 her face, ramming my throbbing prick into her quivering cunt, until it
 was completely buried, before releasing my hot load sticky cock juice.

    Mom lay there smiling up at me with glittering, lust-filled eyes, as
 my cock jerked and pulsed within her, squirting my hot load deep in her
 heaving belly. After I had finished draining my aching balls in her
 drooling cunt, I let my mother's legs slip from my shoulders and
 collapsed on top of her, both of us panting loudly.

    She allowed me to savor the fabulous sensation of her educated cunt
 milking the last drops of semen from the buried prick, until it finally
 slipped from her of it's own accord, before gently pushing me from her
 perspiring body.

    "Come on darling," she whispered, "we have to get cleaned up before
 Norma gets home. I don't want her to know I'm letting you fuck me."

    When I had entered her room, I had been a young man full of life and
 vitality, but when I left it, I felt like a tired old man.  My knees
 were actually shaking as I made my way downstairs to the kitchen for a
 cup of coffee to give me strength.

    "My god, you look terrible!" Ruth laughed, as I almost staggered into
 the kitchen, "Sit down, before you fall down!"

    "What have you been doing you young devil?" she grinned, after
 pouring me the needed coffee and sitting down across the table from me,
 as I sipped the hot brew, her amused eyes meeting mine, "Taking some
 more pictures with Susan again?"

    "No," I grinned back at her, "besides the next time I want to take
 those kind of pictures, I'm going to take YOU to the greenhouse."

    "Forget it, honey!" she laughed, flushing brightly, but never taking
 her eyes from my face, "I'd kill you!"

    "Who knows," I laughed, sipping some more coffee, "I might want to
 commit suicide!"

    We had no more time to pursue the subject, for Susan came rushing in
 to inform us that she thought Aunt Norma was moving out!

    Perhaps I shouldn't have been so vindictive, but when I arrived in
 the living room and found Mom and her sister engaged in a rather
 emotional discussion about Aunt Norma wanting to move out on her own. As
 I sat down beside my mother on the sofa, she continued trying to
 persuade Aunt Norma that she should remain with us, at least until she
 had found some sort of employment.  It was then, for the first time
 since Aunt Norma moved in on us, I took her side by telling Mom to let
 her go if she wasn't happy with us.

    The expression on Aunt Norma's face, when I spoke, was enough to
 convince me that all this talk of leaving was merely a sham to get her
 sister's sympathy, so Mom would make concessions to her to persuade her
 to stay with us and I lost no time in expressing my opinion.

    "She hasn't been happy here since you fired Marie," I repeated,
 grinning at Aunt Norma as I spoke, "so why force her to stay when she's
 so unhappy? After all, if she finds it so terrible living here with
 nothing to do but go shopping for you once in awhile, let her go, maybe
 she enjoys working for a living."

    "I suppose your right dear," Mom sighed, from the glint of amusement
 in her eyes, she obviously also realized the truth now, "it would be
 selfish on us to insist she stay here if she's so unhappy."

    It was hard to control the laughter I felt bubbling up within me, for
 Aunt Norma was staring at her sister in open disbelief, for it was all
 too obvious that she had never expected her sister to agree to her
 leaving, despite their earlier disagreement.

    "Well what do you expect me to do?" she asked, her usual self-
 confidence shattered now as she tried desperately to find a way to back
 off from her threat to leave and still save face, "You've made it all
 too clear that you don't care about me anymore, ever since you fired
 Marie and never got another maid to take her place."

    "If only reason you want to leave is so you can have a maid," I
 grinned, not giving my mother an opportunity to offer her one, "why
 don't you hire one for yourself?"

    "It seems as though Bill understands your problem better than I do,"
 Mom grinned, getting to her feet now, "so I'll leave it up to the two of
 you to decide what your going to do."

    As I watched Aunt Norma's expression, I wished I had my camera with
 me, for it was something that should have been saved for posterity. She
 stood there staring, in speechless dismay, at the back of her departing
 sister, her expression giving mute testimony that she had never dreamed
 that her future would depend on me, when she had tried this ploy to
 regain her former position of authority.

    In all the years I had known her, I had never seen Aunt Norma look as
 dejected as she did when she turned to face me, after we heard her
 sister's bedroom door close behind her.

    "All right," she sighed, flushing brightly as her dull lifeless
 looking eyes met my amused ones, "you win.  I'm smart enough to know
 when I'm beaten, so what do I have to do to stay here?"

    "I thought you wanted to leave," I asked in mock surprise, "how come
 the sudden change on mind?"

    "You know damn well I never wanted to leave," she said, in a flat
 voice, "so let's stop kidding each other now and tell me what I have to
 do to stay on here."

    "Why not just tell her that you've changed your mind about leaving?"
 I asked, stalling for time, for I knew damn well she would never have
 given me the satisfaction of admitting defeat, if she had any place else
 to go, but I needed time to decide how I would make her pay for all the
 past the grievances she had done me.

    "You know damn well I can't do that without admitting I was bluffing
 and she would never forgive me for using those tactics with her, so we
 both know that your my only hope of staying on here now," she replied,
 proving she was smart enough to realize I also wasn't a fool, "Now tell
 me what I'm going to have to do to get your support."

    She knew without my telling her, her cheeks flaming, as I lifted my
 eyes from her long slim legs to her flushed face, leering at her like a
 true cad, but to my astonishment, neither her expression nor her voice
 showed any of the indignation and disgust I had expected.

    "If that's what your price," she said in a cold unemotional voice, "I
 guess I'll have to pay it."

    "That's my price," I grinned, recovering from her calm acceptance of
 my visual suggestion, "but I'm not going to take you, your going to do
 it to me."

    "You mean your just going to lay there and make me do it to you?" she
 asked, staring at me incredulously, for it had been quite clear from her
 attitude that she intended to deprive me of any pleasure I might get
 from her, by laying like a corpse while I used her body.

    "Now you've got it!" I laughed, enjoying the expression on her face
 now to the fullest, as I watched her picturing in her mind what it would
 be like impaling herself on my cock.

    "Isn't it enough that your making me a prostitute," she asked,
 visibly shaken now, as she continued to stare at me, "without making me
 do it to you?"

    "I'm no fool," I replied, watching her carefully as I spoke, "I know
 damn well you would somehow arrange for Mom to catch me screwing you,
 but if your the one taking the initiative, your going to have a hard
 time convincing her that it was my idea."

    "Why would I do anything like that for God's sake?" she asked, trying
 hard to keep her eyes from wavering from my probing ones, "I couldn't
 admit I did it to get you to allow me to stay, without admitting I had
 no intention of moving in the first place."

    "So she would think I forced you to do it," I grinned, returning her
 gaze as I spoke, "which would accomplish the two things you want most
 right now, give you the upper hand over her again and a chance to get
 rid of me, by proving I really am a sex maniac after all and should be
 sent away to that military school."

    "What do you think she would do to you," she asked with flicker of
 hope in her tone, "if I were to tell her that you want to turn her
 sister into a whore?"

    "Be my guest," I laughed, determined I wasn't about to give her
 anything that she might think would upset me, "but I suggest you pack
 your bags first, because she is going to think you have a one track
 mind, if you use the same old story of my forcing myself on a woman."

    "If I do what you want," she asked, her tone and expression telling
 me more eloquently than words that she knew she had no alternative now,
 "how can I be sure that you won't arrange to have her catch us in the
 act and blame me for it all, so she will end up throwing me out anyway?"

    "Oh come on," I chuckled, letting my eyes slide over her well shaped
 body as I spoke, "if your good at it, why would I want her to catch us?"

    "When do you want me to do it?" she asked meekly, her cheeks flaming
 again, as she dropped her eyes to her hands that she was wringing in her
 lap.

    "Suppose you come to my room tonight," I replied softly, "after she's
 gone to bed, then we will both be undressed and comfortable?"

    "All right," she said, her voice quivering, "but don't expect me to
 be as good at it as Marie, because I only did it once when I was still
 in high school."

    It was past midnight, when Aunt Norma slipped silently into my
 darkened bedroom, but not before light from the hall had illuminated her
 lovely naked body through the thin nightgown she was wearing, confirming
 my suspicion that she had a beautiful figure, that her usual attire
 concealed completely.

    "Oh God, turn out the light!" she gasped, when I flicked on the lamp
 on my night table, which allowed me the pleasure of seeing her feminine
 charms more clearly, "It's bad enough I'm here without being embarrassed
 even more by letting you see me dressed this way!"

    "You might as well get used to it, honey," I grinned, making no move
 to turn out the light as I let my eyes feast on her clearly visible
 body, "because in a minute your going to be showing me a lot more than
 you're doing now, so stop wasting time and take off that pretty
 nightgown, before it gets torn and come to bed like a good girl."

    "You are a bastard," she said softly, as she looked at me with
 something closer to hatred than anything else, before pulling the flimsy
 material over her head, "You could at least treat me like a woman,
 instead of lying there inspecting me like a piece of meat."

    "If you don't know the difference between a man admiring a lovely
 looking woman and one looking at a piece of meat," I laughed, as she
 stood before me, naked and defiant, staring down at me, "I can
 understand why you never got married."

    Some of the hardness left her eyes at my words and a flush came to
 her cheeks, as she suddenly threw up the sheet under which I was laying
 and slipped in beside me.

    "Now will you please turn out the lights?" she asked, sounding a
 little breathless as her warm leg came in contact with my own naked
 body.

    Without saying anything I did as she asked, for I could feel my cock
 stiffening at the first touch of her warm skin, then as I laid back next
 to her, she spoke again, her voice actually trembling now.

    "How do I do it to you?" she asked, sounding as though she was going
 to cry at any minute, as I slipped my hand between her warm damp thighs
 and began to slide a finger along her pussy's tight lips, but she didn't
 try to resist me in the least, even when I began to gently probe between
 them.

    "Relax," I whispered, surprised when I felt her pussy already coating
 my finger with her natural lubrication, "I'll do it to you this time,"

    She didn't speak again, until I had thrown off the sheet and was
 preparing to fuck her, her whole body trembling as she timidly slipped
 her arms around my neck.

    "Oh God don't hurt me!" she sobbed softly, as I probed the lips of
 her still tight, but now well lubricated cunt, with the bloated head of
 my eager cock, "It feels so big, I don't know if I'll be able to take
 it!"

    "Oh Lord!" she gasped, when I suddenly plunged it into her tight
 slippery cunt right up to the hilt, her arms damn near breaking my neck
 as she squeezed it, then with a rather surprised tone, she whispered in
 a quivering voice, more to herself than to me, "My God! You're in me!"

    When I slowly started fucking her, she gradually relaxed, then as I
 continued to pound away at her tender clinging pussy, she began moaning
 deep in her throat and her hips began to pump up to meet each thrust of
 my aching prick, until she was throwing herself around like a woman
 possessed, her warm spends soaking my bed.

    "Oh God," she moaned, in a gasping whisper, "I love it, it feels so
 good, I wish it would never end."

    After having fucked my mother earlier, I thought for awhile that my
 horny aunt would get her wish. Mom had drained my balls so completely I
 was having a hard time getting excited enough to give her the hot load
 she was now begging me to give her.

    Even if Mom hadn't fucked my brains out that afternoon, the shock of
 finding out her cold tight lipped sister was really a cock-hungry,
 completely uninhibited woman, once she had a prick stuck in her tight
 little cunt, would have been enough to slow my coming.  Naturally, not
 having to control my emotions so I wouldn't come too soon, I was able to
 appreciate the irony of the whole thing, as I continued to pound away at
 the moaning woman beneath me, for instead of making her suffer for her
 past treatment of me, I seemed to be giving her more pleasure than she
 had in years.

    How long I fucked Aunt Norma that night before I finally shot my hot
 load into her upthrust cunt, I have no idea, but I do know I was too
 exhausted to do anything but fall on top of her gasping for air, as she
 rained kissed on my face, her arms so tight around my neck, I expected
 to hear it snap at any moment.

    Of course it was some time, before I was able to talk again, without
 gasping between each word, but she still hadn't released her legs from
 around me, as she tried to stop my slowly softening cock from slipping
 out of her slippery pussy.

    "I'll tell Mom that I appealed to your better nature" I whispered,
 after some thought, "and you decided you would stay on for her sake. Who
 knows she might be so touched she'll give you that maid after all."

    "Why not tell her the truth," she giggled softly, as my cock finally
 dropped to her wet thigh, "that it would take a team of horses to get me
 away from here now that I know what a fabulous fuck you can give a
 woman?"

    It took a little while to convince Aunt Norma that I couldn't fuck
 her again that night, but eventually she returned to her own room after
 agreeing with my idea of a new maid, leaving me to ponder the fact that
 all my elaborate plans for revenge had gone for naught. But oddly
 enough, I no longer cared, for I knew, without her saying it, I had just
 acquired my most passionate and demanding mistress.

    The next few weeks were rather hectic for me, for Susan came to my
 darkroom most afternoons, for a little sexual fun and games, while my
 loving mother insisted on relieving my sexual frustrations at least
 three times a week, whether I needed any relief or not, but it was Aunt
 Norma who nearly killed me, for she would sneak into my room almost
 every single night, fucking me until I was too exhausted to move.

    Fortunately all my mistresses became less passionate as time passed,
 not that I wasn't fucking them all still, but they weren't quite so
 demanding. Even Aunt Norma had slowed down to the point where she only
 came to my room twice a week.

    It was to be expected I suppose, as I learned to satisfy all my
 mistresses without killing myself anymore that I should notice Ruth's
 figure, as I sat sipping coffee in the kitchen while she stood by the
 sink washing dishes.

    She had a very nice body for a woman of forty five or so, for though
 she was thinner than any of the other women in the house, she still had
 breasts that pushed out her loose fitting house dress and her ass though
 small was nicely rounded, but it was her long slender legs that were her
 most outstanding attribute.  She wasn't a pretty woman, but she was
 still very attractive in a plain sort of way and her good nature and
 sense of humor more than made up for her unspectacular facial features.

    She paid no attention to me as I stood up and took my empty coffee
 cup to the sink, but she damn near dropped the dish she was wearing,
 when I slipped my arms around her waist, after putting down the cup and
 saucer, pulling her back against the hardness of my cock, that had
 developed as I had been watching her.

    "Oh God," she laughed, as she put down the dish, "you scared the hell
 out of me you young imp!"

    "I have decided that life isn't worth living anymore," I said softly,
 encouraged that she hadn't pushed me away yet, "so I decided to let you
 help me commit suicide."

    "Oh for God's sake!" she laughed, after a moment or two, obviously
 puzzled by my words, then recalling what she had said months ago, "I'd
 forgotten all about that, for a minute I thought you were serious."

    "The question is whether you were serious," I chuckled, allowing my
 hands to slip up to her breasts and start kneading them gently even as I
 spoke, "or whether you were just bluffing."

    "Oh God, stop it," she whispered nervously, pushing at my hands,
 "before someone comes in and sees us."

    "No one is going to come in," I replied softly, resisting her efforts
 to push my hands from her firm unfettered breasts, "and you know it.
 Susan and Aunt Norma are both out shopping and Mom is in her room
 napping."

    "Oh no, stop it honey," she whispered, her nervousness increasing to
 near panic, when I slipped my hands from her breasts and pulled up her
 house dress, but she made no further attempt at actually stopping me,
 "You'll get me fired."

    Encouraged by her lack of resistance, I quickly shoved down the
 little panties, revealing her well shaped ass, then quickly dropped my
 own shorts and pants, freeing the already hard shaft and within seconds,
 I was pushing it between the lips of her tight cunt, as I pushed her
 forward over the edge of the sink.

    "Oh my God," she moaned, as her pussy surrendered to the insistent
 cock and let it slide into it's hot fiery depths, then I was fucking her
 from behind with hard powerful thrusts.

    "Uhhhhhhhh, yessssss! Fuck me! But for God's sake hurry up before we
 get caught," she whispered, the panic gone now, but not the nervousness,
 a few minutes later, as her hot slippery hole greased up my pumping
 shaft.

    "Push your ass back," I gasped, hammering her now, as I felt the
 heavy load of cock juice beginning to churn up from my aching balls, "so
 I can get it in deeper and I'll give it to you."

    "Go ahead," she whispered, a little breathless herself now, leaning
 farther forward as she complied with my request, "give it to me!"

    Looking down, I could see the cream flecked lips of cunt grasping the
 thick prick between them, as it slid in and out of her and that was
 exciting enough to trigger my climax.

    Pulling her back with both hands on her hips, I buried the pulsing
 cock as deep as possible, then she was moaning softly as she felt the
 hot load of love juice squirting into her belly.

    Naturally as soon as I finished unloading my sex offering, I withdrew
 the dripping prick from her swollen pussy, allowing her to straighten up
 again.

    "You little devil," she said softly, turning to face me, as she
 pulled up her panties again, ignoring the sticky cream dribbling down
 her thighs, as she faced me, her face as red as fire, "you could have
 gotten me fired, if your aunt or mother had caught us."

    "I don't know if I can believe you," I grinned, realizing she wasn't
 the least bit angry with me for fucking her, only worried about getting
 fired for letting me do it, "after all you said you would kill me and
 here I am alive and well."

    "All right lover," she grinned, her voice still barely more than a
 whisper, as she suddenly reached out and took my hand, pulling me toward
 the kitchen door as she spoke, "come to my room, where we won't have to
 worry about being caught and you can finish the job you started, then
 we'll see whether you're alive and well by the time I get done with you."

    By the time I left her bedroom about an hour later, I was sorry I had
 given into my impulse to fuck her, for she had damn near succeeded in
 making good her promise of killing me.  She had fucked me continuously,
 pinching me, to cool my ardor, when I was getting ready to come, then
 driving me to nearly climaxing again, before repeating the whole thing
 again, so she was able to prolong our wild bout until she was completely
 satisfied.

    It was amazing, for as I sat, totally exhausted, at the kitchen
 table, sipping another cup of coffee, she was once again busily working
 around the kitchen, as though nothing had happened. No one would have
 believed that only a few minutes earlier she had been fucking like a
 wild woman, for after a quick shower, donning a fresh house dress and
 her hair back in place, she looked exactly the way she had when I had
 first entered the kitchen.

    "What's the matter dear," she grinned, pouring herself a cup of
 coffee finally and sitting down opposite me, "was Ruth too much for her
 lover boy?"

    "God you were fabulous," I replied honestly, as I grinned at her,
 "but for awhile I thought you really were going to kill me after all."

    "You're pretty fabulous yourself honey," she whispered, reaching over
 the table to take my hand as she looked into my eyes, "I've never been
 so well fucked in my whole life."

    With the addition of Ruth to my string of mistresses, I was now
 fucking every woman in the house, but, even though it was a highly
 enjoyable pastime, I had little time for anything else, for when I
 wasn't actually fucking, I had to rest up for the next time I would be
 in bed with one of them.

    My plans for vengeance had backfired on me, for I all I accomplished
 was making a physical wreck of myself and my troubles aren't over yet,
 because Mom is talking about me getting married, assuring me that if my
 wife neglects me, she'll take care of me sexually.  Naturally, all the
 other women assured me of the same thing, when Mom made her plans for me
 known.  My only hope now is that my future wife will hate sex, but the
 way my luck is running, she will probably be a fucking nymphomaniac!

                              THE END