Getting out of the tub sooner than she'd have liked, Ramona wrapped a towel around her head, turban style and donned her thick terrycloth robe, belting it tightly around her body. She put on her fluffy blue slippers and padded down to the kitchen. She paused in the doorway. Debbie was stirring the mashed potatoes industriously while Robby stood behind her, his arms around her. It was obvious his hand were on Debbie's breasts and she was wiggling her hips, pushing them into Robby's groin.
"Robby!" scolded the girl. "Behave yourself. Mom could be down any minute."
"I can't resist you," said her brother into the back of her head as he breathed in the scent of her hair.
"You're sweet," said Debbie, and Ramona could tell she meant it. "But knock it off. You're making me horny and dinner's almost ready."
"Put it on warm," suggested her brother. "Mom's probably still soaking. We could have a little fun before she gets done."
"Mom's already done soaking," said Ramona, stepping into the kitchen. She almost laughed as Robby jerked his hands away from his sister's breasts and stepped back, looking embarrassed.
"Told you," said Debbie, looking over her shoulder at her brother. Her cheeks were a little pink.
"The bathroom is free," said Ramona, sitting down at the table. "In case you want to take a cold shower or something." She wanted to smile at Robby, but didn't. She didn't want to get into it with her children. Not only was she feeling better, she wasn't at all sure how much energy she could put into trying to warn them about the dangers of the path they were pursuing.
She changed the subject. "If not, I'm starved and it smells wonderful in here."
They sat down to eat and the tension drained away as they talked about inconsequential things. The food tasted good and, if there was a little burn on the chicken and the bread was heavy and dense, Ramona didn't care. It was the thought that counted, and she appreciated that.
That night they watched a movie together, all three sitting the couch, with Robby in the middle, sandwiched between the women. Both leaned their heads on his shoulder. It was such a satisfying evening that neither Ramona nor her children felt compelled to seek sex for the rest of the night.
The next day Ramona was at her desk, head down, going through the ever-increasing stack of bills and invoices associated with the renovation of the mansion when a shadow fell over her desk. She looked up to see her friend, Renee standing there.
"You have a visitor," she said, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. "I see now why you never answered my question about whether he was cute or not. I wouldn't want anybody to know what a hunk he is either if he were mine."
Ramona's gut clenched. Robert? Here? In daylight?
Renee misinterpreted her look of consternation. "You want me to stall him while you go freshen up?" She looked absolutely delighted to be part of a conspiracy to bag a rich bachelor.
"That won't be necessary," said Robert's deep voice from behind Renee, who jumped visibly and blushed, having been caught in her self-started conspiracy. "Ms Ramona is quite lovely enough as she is, do you not think so?" he asked in his odd speech pattern.
Renee was quick on her feet, Ramona had to admit that. "Alas, for the rest of us, she is, indeed, quite beautiful as she is." She turned to Ramona and winked broadly. "Mister Naughty is here to see you Ramona. Shall I get you both something to drink? We have ... ah ... water, I believe."
"If I were to drink anything, I should be forced to drink in the beauty of two such lovely women," said Robert, bowing.
Renee flushed bright red at the compliment and gasped as Robert reached for her hand to kiss it.
"Ah ..." he sighed. "I see that you have foolishly wed another man. Oh well, such is life. It shall be difficult, but I shall go on."
He said it in a way that made it obvious he was poking a little fun at Renee. But the feel of his fingers on hers, and the thought of all that money made her loins tighten. She removed her hand from his and, with a sigh, left for her own desk.
"What are you doing here?" whispered Ramona, staring up at her brother.
"Why, I'm visiting my account representative at this wonderful bank," he said. "Is this something I should not do?"
"But you're ... you," she said.
He moved to the chair beside her desk and sat down, just as the president of the bank hurried up to her desk.
"Ah, Ramona ... Mister Naughty ... we're honored that you visit with us today. I'm Frank Pervert, president of the bank. Would you like to move to the conference room? We can call out for some refreshments."
Robert stood. He assumed a somewhat stiff physical demeanor that was utterly alien to Ramona, and his head came up a trifle. There was a smile on his face, though, that softened the look of superiority.
"Thank you so much, kind sir," he said graciously. "I only wanted to come in and convey my thanks to this fine woman who has done such a wonderful job thus far in managing my accounts. I understand that she caught someone trying to take advantage of me and has resolved the matter. I appreciate it when someone cares for my welfare."
Frank fairly wiggled with excitement at Robert's words of praise for Ramona. "Well, we try to serve," he said happily. "And Ramona is one of our best."
Ramona shot him an incredulous look at the blatant lie and then listened in disbelief as the man went on.
"As soon as your ... ah ... man ... suggested her I knew you had instructed him to find only the cream of the crop. We treasure our Ramona here at the bank," he said importantly.
"Yes ..." said Robert. "I'm sure you do. And now I treasure her too. Isn't that nice?" He reached over and patted Ramona's hand. "Thank you my dear. I have a lot of money, but I appreciate you saving some of it from that unscrupulous contractor. Perhaps you could let me express my thanks more effusively over dinner?"
Ramona couldn't believe what was going on around her. She was so unsettled that she parroted the company line. "Thanks so much, but employees aren't allowed to date customers."
"Nonsense!" barked the president, a small frown appearing between his eyebrows. "Mister Naughty isn't just a customer. He's almost family."
It sounded ridiculous to everyone within earshot ... and there were suddenly a lot of employees within earshot. His comment about family, even though it was obviously ignorant of the true situation, struck Ramona like a blow.
Almost as an afterthought Pervert went on. "And you two can discuss a little business at dinner. That will make it all perfectly on the up and up."
It was an almost blatant pimping of the resources of the bank, and everyone in the room knew it. Frank Pervert was all smiles though, as Robert nodded.
"Yes, that would be fine. Alas, I have no automobile yet. Nor have I hired a chef. Would it be too base of me to call for you in a taxi this evening? Where would you like to go? I'm so new in town that I fear I have no idea of good places to eat."
Ramona saw Frank taking a breath that she feared would lead to all kinds of problems as he made what would likely be insane suggestions. Without thinking it through she spoke.
Mr. Naughty, as it happens I live right next door to your house. Perhaps you'd like to just have dinner at my house. I have two children, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind having a guest for dinner."
Robert lit up, his smile wide. "What a stupendous idea," he said. "I accept!" He reached for her hand and kissed it like he had Renee's. "What time shall I be there?" he asked. "And which of my neighbors are you?"
His acting was impeccable to the point that Ramona even found herself believing he didn't know anything about her. She described how he could get to her house and suggested that she could have dinner ready by seven. He grinned and, whirled to find twenty people standing around the desk, staring at him.
"You have a wonderful bank," he pronounced, as if he had gathered them together intentionally and was now delivering a planned speech. "Thank you so much."
Then he strode for the front door, the sea of people parting before him as if he were a huge ship on the ocean.
There was a general babble of excitement when the front door closed, and several customers looked around, wondering what was going on, and why no one paid any attention to them at all. Frank Pervert shooed everyone back to their work stations and then turned to Ramona.
"I'll arrange for a catered meal immediately," he said brusquely.
"Sir," she objected. "He's only coming for dinner. He's just a man."
"No, Ramona" said Frank, that small frown back between his eyebrows again. "He is not just a man. He's a very rich man. We only have one depositor who has more money in our bank than he does. That depositor is this man's sister, and we haven't heard from her in so long that I'm not sure she's even still alive." If this man withdraws his money from this bank, almost a third of our assets will disappear in a puff of smoke and I don't want to even think of that happening. Now, you go home and get ready. I really wish you hadn't offered to meet him at your house. Do I need to hire a cleaning team?"
Ramona's face had gone from pale, at his mention of Robert Naughty’s sister, to pink and then a mottled reddish purple as this thoughtless man suggested her house wasn't a fit place to entertain one of the bank's customers.
"I do not need the services of a cleaning team, mister Pervert. And I do not need anyone to cook a decent meal for my family and a guest! If you don't think I can adequately entertain Mister Naughty I will most happily contact him and tell him that he's just going to have to have dinner with someone more acceptable than I am!"
When she was finished shouting she was breathing deeply, her shoulders rising and falling, her fists clenched. Frank Pervert recognized something that every man must learn to recognize, if he hopes to survive in this world ... the sound of a woman who is pissed off... and who is pissed off at him.
Everyone was staring at them again and Frank raised his hands. "Okay, okay, Ramona. I meant no offense. I was just suggesting it so that you wouldn't have to take so much of your time to prepare. No harm done. In fact, take the rest of the day off. That way you won't have to hurry."
He abruptly turned and went back to his office. Ramona saw a few grins on the faces of her co-workers. She sat back down angrily, and began to sort her papers, getting ready to do just what Peterson had suggested - take the rest of the day off.
Renee appeared at her desk. That she was excited was evident in several ways. She was almost panting, her face was a wreath of smiles, and her nipples were poking firmly through her bra and blouse.
"He's gorgeous!" she whispered excitedly. "And he's coming to your house for dinner!" She took a moment to breathe. "You want to send Robby and Debbie over to my house? So you two can be alone?"
Ramona, still furious, glared at her friend.
Once again Renee misunderstood what was going on in Ramona's mind. She held up one finger and pointed it at Ramona, like a knife that she meant to threaten her with.
"Now you listen to me Ramona. Don't screw this up. I don't care if he's quirky or even a pain in the ass, which he does notappear to be to me. You be nice to him tonight. I swear I'll tear your hair out if you mess this up. You deserve to have a decent man in your life and he looks plenty decent to me."
Ramona's eyes had gone round with surprise at the forcefulness of Renee's admonitions.
Renee deflated, her anger melting away like a snowflake on a July day. She sat down at Ramona's desk and leaned close, speaking more softly, pleadingly.
"Come on sweetie, give the guy a chance. He likes you. I could see it in his eyes. Get to know him a little. What could it hurt. If he's really a jerk you can blow him off later. You'll never get another chance like this and maybe he could even make you happy."
Ramona sensed the honesty and care in Renee's voice, and felt a little guilty that Renee was pleading for something that had already been done.
"Okay," she sighed. "I'll be good."
Renee grinned. "Excellent. But don't be good. Be bad. Be very bad. What size are you? I have this perfectly delicious little number that would look really good on you and leave him drooling. We're about the same size aren't we?" She nattered on, full of ideas of ways Ramona could seduce Robert Naughty, while Ramona tried not to giggle and loved her friend for what she was trying to do.
In the end Ramona waited to leave until lunchtime, when Renee could run home and show Ramona the dress she wanted to offer for the seduction of Robert Naughty. When Ramona saw it she actually blushed. It would show off almost every inch of skin on her body, and would allow access to every part of her without any barriers at all. It was a scandalous dress.
"I can't wear that in front of my children," protested Ramona.
"I told you, send them to my house. I'll order pizza. Teenagers love pizza. They'll be fine. What do they care about some guy coming to dinner anyway?"
"More than you might think," said Ramona without thinking.
"Well, take the dress anyway. Talk to the kids when you get home. If they want to come visit Aunty Renee then tell them they're welcome. Okay?"
Ramona went one way while Renee went back to work. She parked the car and went into the house, carrying the scandalous strips of flimsy cloth that somebody had decided to call a dress. She was distracted enough that she didn't call out to her children.
Once again she approached her daughter's bedroom door, and once again it had been carelessly left open. Once again her children were in the bed together, and once again they were naked.
But they were most definitely not sleeping this time.
Debbie's elbows were hooked under her knees, which she had pulled up, toward her head and spread widely. Robby was between his sister's thighs, his hands on either side of her breasts. His lips were firmly suckling one of her nipples as he slid his long, hard teenage prick slowly in and out of his sister's pussy.
To Ramona it looked almost like a slow motion film. Robby's movements were measured and almost gentle, as if he were easing his penis into his sister's sex while she was asleep and he was trying not to wake her. When he reached full penetration he stopped, grinding his pelvis against hers before slowly dragging his penis out of her again. Only Debbie’s soft repeated "Yes ... yes ... Oh, Robby", said at normal speed, spoiled the illusion that time had slowed.
Ramona's pussy squirted at the tenderness of the copulation going on before her eyes. She thought of her children's statement that they had never done this and felt the hurt of a parent lied to. Just then Debbie sighed.
"Oh Robby, I'm so glad we decided to try this. This is so ... I feel so ... I can't believe how much time we've wasted not doing this. I completely understand why Mommy wants to do this." Then she began to pant too hard to talk, and she pulled her knees harder, her head lifting off the bed. "Oh Robby, it's going to happen ... Oh ROBBY! OHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMmmm"
Ramona's pussy clenched as she realized her daughter was having an orgasm. Even the orgasm seemed to be in slow motion, almost quiet and serene. At that moment, Ramona gave in. She recognized in her children the same love and affection and satisfaction she felt with her own brother, and had felt for years without any feeling of shame or guilt. Her children's lovemaking was so tender and sweet that she somehow knew it was as real as what she shared with Robert.
She stayed long enough to see Robby's buttocks clench, his penis fully embedded in his sister, as he gave a low groan of satisfaction. Ramona knew what was happening inside her daughter. She could almost feel the wet heat of Robby's sperm flowing in her own pussy. A dim part of her mind tried to bark about how dangerous all that sperm could be, but it was pushed into the dark by her own flooding emotions.
She turned silently and tiptoed back the way she'd come. Dinner could wait. She needed to go see Robert.
She took the dress with her.
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