Ron was a 21-year-old woodcutter living in the countryside with his father. His mother suffered from an ailment and could never give birth to any children after him. The clergymen frequently visited her while she was alive and hence his father could never think of abandoning her and living with the stigma of a selfish man in his village. His father had also started his career as a wood cutter and gradually became a carpenter. He wanted his son to follow his path as well, but was distressed with his wife’s condition. To his relief, she finally passed away on a rainy summer night. Within a month he married Polly, a rich widow who was 36 years old.
Not only did Polly bring with her capital for Ron’s father’s new trade but she was an exquisite woman too. Any man would have wanted her but her only shortcoming was that she could not bear a child. Ron’s father was elated after the marriage; he thanked his luck that no other man took her for marriage before him. Ron himself was captivated by his step mother’s charm. There were rumors in her village that she was a seducer and now he could see why. Her tall frame with perfect proportions, the brown eyes, golden brown hair tied into a bun with strands falling all around as she worked and her soft skin that he longed to touch never escaped his notice whenever she was around him. She had an inviting figure and to Ron’s excitement, inviting gestures too. The conversations they had were quite general when his father was around. She would ask him to have the breakfast, lunch or dinner, or about his day at the woods, or gave him some money to buy and bring groceries sometimes. Only when his father was not at home, she would go ahead and ask more personal questions.
Once the two of them were having lunch and her father had been out for some work when she asked him,
“Don’t you have a girl in your life?”
“Never!” he replied.
“Never?” she was surprised and wondered if he was lying to her for some sympathy.
“No. Never.” He replied again.
“Oh, poor boy!” she exclaimed. “What a shame!” she smiled.
Ron ate the food silently. He was attracted towards her but wasn’t sure if she actually wanted him. Sure he had slept with a few women but they were young slender girls and his organ had never throbbed so much for them as it used to throb for this plump woman with such huge breasts. He had passed many nights masturbating to her moans, the sound of which came from his father’s room.
There were some days when we would cut his finger or palm with the wooden shards, and when he came back she would give him water to wash his hands with and some oil to apply. However, when his father wasn’t there, she used to herself wash his fingers and then suck them in her mouth. It became uncomfortable when she did that for more than a minute. But she only seduced her to this level and then drew back. He was going crazy. He knew it was because his father had no routine of coming back to the house and could show up anytime that the two of them could never progress. But soon their time came. When his father’s trade bloomed and he got the opportunity to take many of his hand- made furniture to sell in the city in a two-week trade fair, Ron was loaded with tremendous expectations.