She was sorely tempted.
But then the phone was answered.
The woman who answered it, Crystal's prospective landlady, sounded breathless, as she might have been in the bathtub and had to dash to the phone.
But, actually, she was breathless because she had just been getting fucked.
By her teenaged son, no less.
CHAPTER FOUR
Julia Jenkins was the divorcee who was renting out the spare bedroom in her home. Actually, it wasn't really a spare bedroom at all. It had been her teenaged son's room until recently and it was only a two-bedroom home.
But her son had moved into her room.
It seemed pointless not to sleep together, once they began fucking with regularity – and equally pointless not to rent out the bedroom that thereby became available.
The extra money would come in handy, since Julia wasn't getting any alimony. When the divorce court judge heard the testimony, he had been inclined to think that Julia deserved nothing from her cuckolded husband. Amazingly level-headed and clear-thinking – even just, for a judge – he had been shocked and righteously indignant when he found out that her husband had caught Julia getting gangbanged by six basketball players from her own son's school.
Julia thought the judge a prude.
And her son had been secretly proud of his mother, who was something of a legend at school.
But the husband hadn't been tolerant, nor was the judge, and Julia had to do without what many American women thought of as a constitutional right – lots and lots of alimony.
The incest had been her son's idea.
"Jeez, Mom – what are you gonna do for sex, now that Dad has moved out?" he had asked her.