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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31





Chapter Twelve

            Dexter was already out jogging when Rosarita awoke. She lay in bed stretching, a half smile on her face. Way to go,Dex! He'd pumped her so hard last night she'd forgotten all about Joel for at least fifteen minutes. She hadn't known Dex to be like this since their honeymoon in the Bahamas, which Chas had paid for. Maybe having his parents in close proximity made him horny.

            The trouble with Dex was that he didn't have any moves. He knew how to pump it, and that was about all. He had no clue how to kiss, never gave head, didn't seem to enjoy it when she obliged him, and his imagination never ventured beyond 'you lie there and I'll give it to you good.'

            But still sometimes a fuck was a fuck was a fuck. And she had to admit that he was quite a hunk of a man with his handsome face, broad shoulders and powerful physique.

            She wondered if Matt and Martha had heard them going at it last night, she'd been screaming pretty loud. Her cries of delight had probably given Matt a thrill. No doubt Martha slept with earplugs firmly stuffed in her suburban pink ears.

            Oh, well, time to get up. Since Conchita didn't come in on Sundays, she hoped that Dex or his mom had put on the coffee. And maybe, if she smiled sweetly, Martha would fix her a plate of bacon and eggs. Martha was in the living room leafing though a copy of cosmopolitan. 'Have a nice sleep, did you, dear?' she asked, putting the magazine down.

            'Mmm. 'Rosarita said, stretching. 'Where's Matt?'

            'The boys have gone out jogging together,' Martha said. 'It's so nice to see Dick - I mean Dex,' she said, quickly correcting herself, 'with his daddy. When Dex was a little boy, Matt used to take him everywhere.'

            'Really?' Rosarita said, bored already. 'Did anybody put on the coffee?'

            'Shall I do it, dear?' Martha suggested, eager to please. 'would you?' Rosarita said, as if it had only just occurred to her. 'I was hoping I'd have time for a shower.'

            'Yes, certainly,' Martha said, obliging as ever.

            'There's eggs and stuff in the fridge, if you want to fix something for when the boys come back. I'm sure they'll be hungry.'

            'What a good idea,' Martha said, beaming. 'You don't mind if I use your kitchen?'

            'Feel free. The orange-juice squeezer is on the side counter, and there's plenty of bread in the bin.'

            'I'll get everything ready,' Martha said. 'Then the four of us can sit down and have a nice breakfast together.'

            'Sounds good to me,' Rosarita said, hurrying back into her bedroom and closing the door. On impulse she picked up the phone and dialed Joel's private number. His answering-machine picked up. Damn! He was probably still asleep.

            She wondered if Honey snatch, or whatever his girlfriend's name was, had noticed the mark on his neck. She tried to picture the scene.

            Joel, how did you get that?

            Got no clue, babe.

            Joel, have you been seeing somebody else?

            No way, babe.

            I don't believe you. I'm leaving.

            Rosarita laughed to herself. Then she phoned Chas. 'You awake, Daddy?' she asked sweetly. 'What is it now?' Chas said suspiciously.

            'I want to thank you for dinner last night. It was so kind of you to have Dex and his parents over.'

            'Don't mention it,' Chas said, wary of where she was going with this niceness shit that was so unlike her.

            'Venice looked a little peaky.'

            'Ya think?'

            'Eddie doesn't look too good either. Of course,' she mused, 'he was never the most attractive guy in the world.'

            'Gotta feeling they need a vacation,' Chas said, purposely annoying her. 'Think I'll send'em to Hawaii with the kids.'

            'You mean you'll pay?' Rosarita said, quite put out.

            'Why not? They're my grandkids, for Crissakes.'

            She quickly changed the subject in the hope that he'd forget about Hawaii. 'Who was that woman with you last night?' she asked, her tone indicating her disapproval.

            'None of ya business,' Chas growled.

            'Daddy,' she said, reverting to the role of concerned daughter looking out for her father's welfare role. 'You shouldn't be with a woman who is so.you know, kind of cheap.'

            'Whaddya mean, cheap?' he snapped. 'The broad's expensive. I gotta buy her presents all the time.'

            'Oh, Daddy, you're impossible.'

            'An' you're not?'

            'Ever since I was little girl you've dated unsuitable women. Always the same type - big and brassy-looking. What do you see in them?'

            'I'm merely calling to thank you for dinner.'

            'Huh! I'll talk to you later,' he said, putting down the phone.

            Rosarita was sure his bad humour was Venice's influence. Every time he saw that stupid sister of hers it put him in a miserable mood.

            Rosarita had often tried to figure out what it was about Venice that irritated her so much. Was it that her sister had never had any plastic surgery and still looked good? Was it that Venice was a year younger than her and had managed to have two children already? Or was it that Eddie never looked at other women? His eyes hadn't even strayed towards that big-boobed freak last night, whereas she'd noticed Dex sneak a peek or two -not to mention Matt sitting there with drool on his through his veins, which is more than she could say for Eddie - who was definitely a pussy- whipped wimp.

            'I hate'em all,' she muttered.

            Then, just for fun, she tried Joel's number one more time.

            'Did you do the dirty deed, son?' Matt asked, with a ribald wink, as they jogged side by side through Central Park.

            'Dad!' Dexter said. 'You shouldn't ask me things like that. It's too personal.' 'What's too personal? That you did it? Or that you didn't do it?'

            'Rosarita is my wife.'

            'I know, son- I know. And I heard the screaming last night to prove it.'

            Dexter turned his head away, staring out across the trees. He loved his dad, but sometimes Matt was too intrusive with his constant questions. There were certain things in life that were private, and although he'd revealed that Rosarita didn't want to have children, and Matt had advised him to play the diaphragm trick on her, he certainly wasn't about to discuss whether they'd had sex or not.

            'When your mother was young-' Matt began.

            Dexter held up his hand. 'Don't want to hear it, Dam' he interrupted.

            'Why not?' Matt said, put out. 'It's nothing dirty.' 'Some things should be private between you and Mom.'

            'Why's that, son?'

            'Because they just should,' Dexter said, exasperated. 'Talking's good,' Matt said. 'Getting everything out of your system.'

            'For some people.'

            'Did you punch holes in her diaphragm like I told you?'

            'Dad!' Dexter said warningly/ 'Leave it alone.'

            'I'd enjoy being a grandfather before I'm too old,' Matt grumbled. 'Tell Rosarita, not me.'

            A pretty girl jogged by, her small breasts bouncing up and down in a tight tank top. Matt actually stopped jogging and turned his head to ogle her.

            'Jesus!' Dexter said. 'When do your hormones stop?'

            'Viagra,' Matt boasted, with a self-satisfied smirk. 'Works like a dream. I take it every night. Only trouble is, your mother's not thrilled. She never really-'

            'Please!' Dexter said. 'Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it.'

            'Nice rack on that one,' Matt said, still watching the girl as she ran out of sight,

            Dexter reminded himself to bring earplugs the next time he went jogging with his dad.

***

            Back at the house Martha had put together a virtual feast. She'd fixed sausages, bacon, grilled tomatoes, scrambled eggs and a stack of French toast. The coffee bubbled in the pot, and a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice stood on the table.

            'I can see that Rosarita hasn't been in the kitchen,' Dexter said, giving his mother a hug and a kiss. 'What a kitchen to cook in!' Martha exclaimed, her cheeks flushed.

            'Where is Rosarita?' Dexter asked.

            'Taking a shower.'

            He entered the bedroom and found his wife relaxing on the bed, wrapped in a silk Chinese robe and reading Women's Wear Daily. 'Hi, honey,' she said, barely glancing up.

            'I see you conned my mom into fixing everyone breakfast,' he said, stripping off his jogging clothes. 'She insisted,' Rosarita replied.

            Yeah, sure,' he said, standing before her, naked. 'I'll take a fast shower and meet you in the kitchen.' 'How about I meet you in the shower instead?' she suggested, unable to resist his fine physique. Not to mention his perfect cock.

            'Okay,' he said, surprising her. 'But we'd better be quick -my mother has everything ready.'

            'I'm sure Mommy will wait for her baby boy,' Rosarita teased, jumping off the bed. 'And talking of baby boys.' Quick as a flash she cupped his balls in the palm of her hand.

            'I'm all sweaty,' he said, backing off. 'Sometimes I like you sweaty,' she said, coming after him.

            ''I don't,' he said, pushing her away.

            She sighed. It was tough teaching him anything. And the truth was, why bother? He wouldn't be around that long.

            'Let's shower,' she said. 'I'll show you a trick with the shower-head that'll blow your sweaty balls all the way to heaven and back!'

   


Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62