The television was on in the darkened living room and Bette Jean lifted her eyes occasionally to stare at the brightly colored pictures and the characters moving through a contrived drama. The sound was all the way down so her headache wouldn't be aggravated. She didn't think she could stand one other thing tonight.
She shifted her feet on the big ottoman and sank still lower in the big chair, adjusting the jersey robe automatically. Even her skin seemed sensitive tonight and the contact of the thin nylon was even uncomfortable against her skin. Dr. Madson insisted it was nerves. She'd done what he told her… separate bedrooms, trying to take it easy, getting out more, taking her pills, but nothing helped. Nerves, of course, entered into it. Ever since Wanda had moved in, the symptoms had increased.
Thank God Lester had a meeting tonight and Wanda had gone to the movies. She couldn't stand another evening of Lester's grumpiness and Wanda's sassy ways. Why had she ever taken her in at all? From the first she'd had a premonition it wouldn't work out. She tried to close her eyes and relax but the problems kept spinning around inside her head.
Gary didn't think he could stand it. Jesus, that whore Wanda had seduced him all right and now she was out with his father and they were fucking someplace. He knew it. Jumping tip from his desk, he slammed his book closed. Hell, who could concentrate on homework?
He paced back and forth. Christ, he could see Wanda's opened thighs and his father's cock shoving into the warmly wet haven. Oh God, the whole damn frigging world was coming apart. Maybe his mother bought that bit about a meeting and the movies, but he sure as hell didn't. He knew better. They were off fucking their damn heads off. What was worse… he was green with envy.
He sat down heavily on the bed, holding his head that made all those lewd images that were driving him crazy. Who was he kidding? He was as guilty as his father. Screwed and been sucked by that tramp right here on this bed and he knew that if the opportunity arose again he probably wouldn't be able to resist. Right now he wanted to be in his father's place, slamming it to her for all he was worth. Guilty… guilty as hell. He could see the huge bulge in the front of his jeans as he sat dejectedly. A huge hard-on just from thinking about her. She was a female devil, that's what she was.
A gorgeous female devil who tempted men and then laughed at them when they surrendered. She was evil and corrupt and she was ruining everything. Christ! If this kept up she'd have his folks divorced and set herself up as his stepmother. No. No. No! He couldn't stand it if she was. Couldn't stand it if his mother was suddenly without a home. How would she make a living? She didn't know how to do anything but be a wife and mother.
Gary threw himself on the bed and buried his face in the spread. Poor Mom in there watching television now… too innocent to know what was going on in her own house. And, here he was with an enormous erection despite his horror of what might happen. Ever since the fucking session with Wanda, instead of being relieved as he thought he'd be… he wanted it more than ever. Jacked off almost constantly, couldn't keep his hands off his own cock for a minute. Oh shit! He was depraved and full of every kind of sin there was.
A cold shower. That ought to beat the meat down and take his mind off it some. Gary tore through to the bathroom and locked the door.
He stood shivering under the icy shower for long minutes. The chattering of his teeth wouldn't stop. Oh Christ! How did he ever get into this mess. Did every guy go through this torment over his first piece of tail? How could they? They didn't screw their own aunts… or watch their dads getting it from her too.
Wearily he shut the water off eventually and stepped out. His cock was still half hard and sensitive. Couldn't even dry it properly for fear of getting it up again. God damn it, he'd lose his mind if things didn't let up.
Bette Jean looked up to find Gary standing by her chair, his brown hair damp from a shower, the plaid bathrobe tied around him. His face was agonized and pale.
"What's wrong, darling?" She caught his hand solicitously.
"Mom? Can I talk to you a minute?"
"Why, of course, Gary." No matter how confused and ill she felt she could never turn Gary down when he needed her. The other children had all resented him, probably with reason. She had spoiled him. He was the last, the baby. It was impossible not to spoil him.
"Mom… I… I've done something terrible…" he whispered miserably.
"I can't imagine you're doing something so terrible, Gary. Tell me about it. It can't be all that bad." She puffed him down. He sat obediently at her feet, his handsome young face tortured. A wave of love for this youngest child swept over her.
"I don't know how to start. We've never talked much about… well… sex… before."
"Why, I thought your father talked to you last year. I asked him to. It's his job."
"No, I don't mean that. Dad talked to me. I mean… well… I'm almost grown, Mom. I get those feelings. I can't help it… honest… I've tried…"
Bette Jean stiffened. Her own son. The beginnings of the awful lust that Lester couldn't control. Oh God! It was unthinkable that her beautiful baby was growing into a rutting animal like his father. "Go on…" Dear heaven… how far had it gone?
"Don't look like that, Mom. Geez, I wouldn't hurt you on purpose… but I've really tried… I take cold showers… I keep busy… work out at the gym… nothing helps."
"I guess I had it pretty well under control till… well, I guess till Wanda came to live with us. I mean she's almost my age… and I kept thinking about her…" His voice died away to a whisper. He wished he'd never tried to tell her. His mother sat like a stone statue… her beautiful vulnerable face a mask. Hell, this was only going to make things worse. The thought of what Wanda was doing to her made him clench his fists. The knowledge that he'd betrayed his mother's trust too, was like a knife in his guts.
"Are you trying to tell me that you've… with Wanda?" The horror in her voice was unmistakable.
Gary felt the tears rush to his eyes and the hurt was closing his throat in a painful vise. Oh shit! Why did he ever start all this anyway? It was like he'd plunged that same knife right into his own mother.
He nodded, his head lowered and the sobs beginning to tear out of his chest that felt like it had a cement weight on it. "I couldn't help it, Mom. She's no good. I think… she would with… anybody… any guy… any age… Oh God, Mom… don't look at me like that!" His arms grasped his bent knees to make a haven for his flaming face that was soaked with the tears that flowed out of him. Christ! He'd ruined everything now… just because he'd been jealous of his father and Wanda… I'm no good… rotten!
Bette Jean involuntarily reached down to comfort her sobbing son. He was in pain too. The poor innocent lamb, seduced by her own sister… the sister she'd taken in. Oh God… there were no words for a woman who would do such a thing. The slut, the ungrateful bitch… coming into her home and contaminating an innocent boy with her breasts bouncing and her hips taunting. Oh God… there was no justice. The tears welled up and choked out of her, gritty and painful, the breath rasping in her throat. She patted Gary and held him close, leaning down and cradling his head against her knees. He was not to blame.
They sat for long minutes, entwined and sobbing out their mutual heartache. Bette Jean finally roused and wiped her eyes. The child would be sick if he didn't stop this crying. He was almost in hysterics, cursing and using foul language she'd never heard pass his lips before. So distraught he didn't even know what he was saying.
"It's all right, darling," she soothed. "We'll find a way out of this nightmare. I promise you, it will be all right. I'll get you something to quiet you. You'll be sick. Stay here… Let me help you to the couch."
Gary let himself be led, feeling weak and drained. If there was any decent way he could kill himself he would. Just cut out forever. Dimly he heard his mother in the kitchen. Oh God, he'd ruined her life too and he hadn't even told her yet about his father and Wanda. It would kill her. He may as well plunge a knife right into her.
"Here, darling." Bette Jean sat on the couch and handed Gary a glass. "Drink this… it'll burn… but it will help a little… I hope…" Helpless tears ran down her face again, silent and despairing.
"Wh-What is it?" He raised up a little.
"It's brandy. This is an emergency, darling… otherwise you know Mother would never give you alcohol at your age… drink it down. In this case, it's medicine." Bette Jean drank her own and felt the fiery liquid sear her throat and then spread in a warming glow through her stomach. This was the first time in her life she understood how someone could be driven to seek solutions in a bottle. Already she was beginning to feel better.
Gary drank, sputtering a little at first and then getting the hang of letting it slide down slowly. Jesus! His first drink. After the first few sips it tasted good, warm and comforting.
The television still glowed with brightly shifting images in brilliant color, a kaleidoscope of changing patterns. Gary could see it over his mother's shoulder. It made a kind of radiating halo behind her curly head. He didn't know how long they'd been drinking now but they were both feeling better. She still sat by him on the couch; he could feel the warmth of her thigh against his hip. They'd talked it all out… over and over. How Wanda was trying to break up their home, how cruel and unthinking his father was, but how terrible it would be to let their home and their family disintegrate. But, they were just not going to let that happen… no matter what. He'd never realized before how really great his mom could be. She was beautiful too, the soft colored light behind her, the thin jersey robe molding her breasts. The nipples were clearly visible under the clinging fabric…
"Don't you worry, baby… Mother won't let anything happen to us… s'a promise." Bette Jean patted Gary's hard young thigh reassuringly. There was a bulge under his robe that pressed against her arm as she did. His thing. Still hard just like when he was a baby. Every time she'd changed his diaper he'd always had a tiny erection, his little thing sticking up like a tiny flagpole. She felt a rush of love for this beautiful boy who was growing up now, the penis grown to man proportions. She felt it jerk and throb under her arm. What agony that Wanda must have put him through. She patted him again, her hand sliding and patting across his lap as she brought it up to steady her drink and drain it.
"Ohhhh, Mom…" he breathed. The blood was beating in his cock something fierce. God her hand felt good patting him like that. He knew she didn't mean anything by it but he wished she wouldn't stop. "You've been so good to me." He sat up dazedly, his head swimming a little and leaned over to kiss her soft cheek. She smelled like lemons and gardenias and brandy. Funny he'd never noticed before how soft her skin was, how beautiful and young she was.
Bette Jean felt Gary's kiss on her cheek. Such a sweet boy. So brave and never running around and leaving her like most boys did. His young lips were warm and full and kindled something deep inside her breasts. Her glass fell to the floor empty and made a little soft thud on the deep carpet.
Without thinking Bette Jean turned her head and kissed him back on those young lips. Such a good boy. He was going to be all right now. The brandy had calmed him down. Maybe they'd even had too much. Her head didn't ache anymore but things kept shifting out of focus. Suddenly she felt Gary's arms go around her, pulling her close to his hard young chest. She patted his shoulders and marveled at their strength.
Gary gathered his mother in his arms when she turned her head to be kissed on the mouth. A thrill shot through him as he felt her soft yielding body so close against him, the full breasts crushed against him. What a truly beautiful woman… warm and understanding and kind. Lucky… that's what he was… lucky. She wouldn't tease him the way Wanda would. She'd just love him the way she always had. He felt her shudder, her mouth trembling under his. Instinctively he kissed her harder, his lips bruising and demanding. God, it was good to hold her like this.
Bette Jean pulled away, the breath coming out in little pants. She had to get her breath. There were funny streaks of fire shooting through her breasts and her pussy was tightening and drawing inward. It felt so good, so right, so exciting. As she pulled back to look blearily into his eyes, Gary's hard young palm inadvertently caught her breast and the fires there flamed higher, warming her.
Gary felt the soft globe, hot and full in his palm. She was truly a beautiful woman. His fingers dug into the resilient firmly ripe flesh, covered with the thin silky fabric. The nipple was hard and erect, poking into his hand in a fiery little point.
"You're so beautiful… so good to me… Ohhh, Mom…"
Catching his hand with her own, Bette Jean pressed the young male hand closer on her beating breast. As a baby he'd patted and played with her breasts while he nursed, kneading and loving them. Ohh, it was so lovely. She longed to hold his head there again. Her last baby. There'd never be any more. Nursing had always been such a joy, particularly nursing Gary, who loved it so. Without thinking, transported by the memory of his baby head nestled there, Bette Jean pulled the offending robe from her breasts and caught his dark young head to her flesh, giving him the nipple in his strong young mouth. She dimly heard him gurgle as he took it and began to suck. The flames rose in her flesh like a raging forest fire, burning brighter and brighter.
Gary felt the nipple, hard and quivering against the roof of his mouth. He sucked deeply as though nourishment would come pouring out. Oh God! Some deep instinct guided his sucking, his lips and teeth making strong sucking action while his tongue laved the tiny sensitive nib.
Bette Jean rocked slightly, feeling the warm head nestled and the mouth sucking so intently and seriously. Then she felt his hands begin to knead and pinch her other breast, cupping and squeezing and pinching and nipple painfully, but unintentionally. The familiar drawing-in sensation began in her womb and then her whole pussy was convulsing rhythmically.
Ravenously Gary moved to the other breast, catching the nipple and drawing it out even further with his teeth. He heard a muffled cry choke from her throat. His hands were caressing the perfect white flesh naked and shivering, while his mouth drew out the heady nectar in deep sucking. She was shaking and rocking, clutching his mouth deeper and deeper into the fragrant female flesh. He wanted to devour the whole of the sensuously desirable femininity. His mouth nibbled upward to the white column of her throat while his hands cajoled the naked spheres until he reached her mouth and his tongue shot into the warmly wet cavern. He could almost feel the moist grotto surrounding his cock as he tongue fucked greedily into her mouth. For a moment the shifting lights in his head cleared, the swimming ceased and he jerked away in horror. Christ all mighty… he was kissing his own mother like she was a girl… a girl he wanted to fuck. His cock was rigid and quaking, seeping eagerly against his skin under his robe! Oh God… what was happening to him?
"Ohhhhhh… Gary… baby…" he heard his mother sigh as she slipped limply down beside him on the couch, unheeding that her robe was off her shoulders now, her breasts and upper body naked against him. She pressed closer, her hand sliding over him in tender caresses, coming to rest against the poling bulge of his robe covered penis that strutted up wildly, at the touch of her hand. She was drunk… crazy insane drunk… they both were. They must be. His own mother putting his mouth on her naked breast, kissing him. Oh Jesus! It was wrong, horribly, hideously wrong… but it felt so… ooooohhhhh God damn!
"Oh… Mom… Oh God… I didn't mean… Oh, I can't help it… this is killing me… help me… my cock… it's on fire… help me… I want to fuck you… got to fuck you or I'll die…"
"Shhhh… it's all right, darling… Mother'll help you… poor baby… poor little baby…" Her tongue felt thick and too large in her mouth. Something was wrong with her breathing and she felt hot and stifled. She fumbled and found the sash that held the robe around her waist. There… better to get that hot thing off. She turned back to cuddle Gary. He was feverish and hot too. Her hands slid under the flannel robe and pulled it away. She found the cause of his misery… die, he said… well, no wonder… his penis was so swollen and hard and pulsing. He said had to fuck. But that's what Lester does. Hurts me. Makes my head ache. Poor, poor baby. She could hear him groaning and carrying on. Feverish and hot and hurting… Her hands soothed the risen stalk of his young manhood, all corded and jerking with need… Well, Mother would kiss it and make it well again. There… and there… and there… be better in no time, sweetheart…
"Aaaagggghhhhh… oooohhhhh, Jesus Godddd… ohhhhh… oooo… Mommmmmmm… suck ittttttttt…!"
The mouth was working obediently to suck out his very guts through his aching cock. Whimpering and gurgling deep in his chest at the incredible contact of her soft mouth licking and sucking upward on his raging penis, his hands found the curly head and pushed the wetly warm pocket of hollowed mouth down even further. His hips jerked upward to force it down the wonderful darkly sensuous cavern, the tunnel of heavenly delight. He was coming apart at the seams. His hands slid down the smooth white back and then under to find the dangling round breasts, firm and giving. Oh God damn!!!!!! Nothing had ever felt so good in the whole fucking universe!
Bette Jean could feel the demanding rigidity almost to her tonsils. Every little vein that bulged out she licked and soothed with her tongue going round and round the pulsing quivering length. There was a strange thick slippery fluid that was heady and sweet… pungent and spicy. Instinctively the hardened tip of her tongue found the tiny opening in the head and bored into it as far as possible. The young loins responded and shoved upward. Her hands found the bloated balls that threatened to split the scrotum and cradled them lovingly. So heavy and full. Oh, if only her head wouldn't swim so… leaving her and then swarming back making everything sway and jump. Must be the brandy. One leg was cramped and ached. Holding the base of the great thing in her hand she wriggled around till she could get to it better and ease her leg over his body. That was much better. She closed her eyes and let her mouth slide slowly down over the velvety smooth skin that was so hard and solid underneath, full of cords and wires and ridges. She sucked it hard with great smacking noises.
"Jesussssss… Goddddddamnnnnnnn…" Gary moaned as his hands found the rounded moons of her smooth buttocks over his chest. He lifted his head and looked. Oh God damn it to hell! The tight clasping opening of her pale coral pussy was exposed, soft downy hair ringing the fist shaped mouth. There was the crinkled clenching little flower of her anus. Hell!
Exerting a steady pressure on the inside of her white tapering thighs with his hands, he pressured her legs wider apart and lifted his head into the softness of her loins, extended his tongue and found the tightly moist opening to her budding pussy. He flicked his lingual member through his teeth and plunged the tip of it into her flagrantly ready cuntal portal, tasting the pungent flavor of her, the sparse down ringing her pussy tickling his cheeks as he thrust, then, deeply into her. The shock of it went through her like a lightning bolt. She quivered in response, her buttocks undulant as she moved her searing pelvis down to him, almost in supplication… begging him for more.
As she gasped aloud, her mouth gaped open and her head jerked up, uncontrollably; at that instant, the very tip of his blood-engorged penis brushed her chin. Unconsciously, she opened her mouth slightly to capture it and to feel it press against her teeth. Ovaling her lips she absorbed just the head, tasting its maleness, nippy and pungent, and ran her tongue around the smooth, rubbery glans, aware of the warm throb of it inside her mouth and against her lips. She was so enthralled… involved with the lewd sensations being generated down between her wide-held legs that she was not fully aware any more. It seemed, somehow, natural and right… and she savored the aroma and the pungency of its delicate flavor on her palate.
Instinctively, almost hypnotically her hands went down to him, the one to grasp the young, long and hardened shaft, the other to caress the testicles that hung down in their soft sac behind it.
Then, she heard his voice, coming to her from miles away, it seemed. "Keep sucking… damn it! Keep sucking!"
The head of his thing was in her mouth! Dear God! I've got his… h-his thing in m-my mouth… and I-I didn't know it! And I-I'm liking it… l-liking the taste of it! It's so big… and warm… and kind of s-smooth… a-and it's beginning to… f-feel good… in my m-mouth… like I w-want to keep it… there! Like I really do want… t-to suck it! Oh, God! I d-do! I want to… s-suck his… c-cock! That's the right word: c-Cock! I want t-to… Oh, I want to suck his cock… u-until he squirts out his… s-sperm!
… And, she knew then, knew it without a doubt, that she wanted to grasp this experience, make it her own, for she knew it was what he needed… what she needed… yet she couldn't imagine… doing it with the father of the boy whose cock she, herself, had in her mouth, but she knew it was good… it was the counterpart, the missing part of everything.
Again, she ran her tongue-tip over the pulsing young penis head in her mouth, swirling it around and around, feeling the velvet-smooth skin of it. Then, she began to push the tip of her lingual shaft into the tiny orifice, again probing, tantalizingly, and she was rewarded by a deep-throated moan from the boy under her. He shoved his pelvis up at her, filling her mouth and throat with his lust-hardened flesh; at the same time he took her quiveringly aroused clitoral bud into his mouth and nipped it gently with his teeth.
The shock of his rock-hard cock going deeper into her throat had almost made her gag, but the shock to her sensitive clitoris offset it. The electric contact of his tongue, now as he licked the sensate head of her miniature phallus while he held it gently between his teeth was almost all she needed to send her to the brink of ecstasy the alcohol had made possible.
In blissful delirium, she fought back the initial gagging sensation and began to hollow her lips in a teasing little sucking motion, while she used her tongue, excitedly, licking up and down the sensitive under side of the huge, throbbing prick she had absorbed, now, to its fullest length into her mouth. Then, as his hips began to flex, moving his cock in and out of her oral cavern, she knew, it seemed, instinctively, what she was expected to do. Her mouth was a substitute for her cunt. It could give a man as much satisfaction as the mouth between her legs… maybe more! The thought of Lester with Wanda… legs widespread, with his huge cock working in the obscene flesh of her sister's cunt, flashed through her mind, followed, instantly by the vision of Gary being seduced by the slut. Together, they added up to total depravity and total pleasure! Lester had set the example. The wife would follow!
Rolling her lips in to cover her teeth, she began moving her head, in opposition to him, sliding her ovaled, suctioning lips up and down the rigid, pulsing pole of his cock, knowing somehow that it would give him exquisite pleasure. She was not wrong! She heard him gasp aloud. "Oh, Christ! That feels good! Keep it up… Mom! Keep sucking on it… baby!"
Gary had never experienced anything like this in his life! Christ! First Wanda and then… this… This was out of this world! Out of sight! His mother was sucking him like she had done it all her life! It must be instinct! The best thing in the world was his own mother!
Bette Jean just couldn't believe it; the combined thrills that coursed through her of sucking and being sucked was simply enchanting… rapturously so! The lewdly erotic sensations in her mouth and throat amazed her… and the way Gary was licking and sucking at her clitoris, made her feel that this moment of her life was the most fulfilling she had ever known!
Warm summer rainstorm accompanied by glittering shafts of lightening hovered over her loins where the boy-man's tongue slaved, laving, sucking and licking her, bringing her by ascending degrees almost to the pinnacle of ecstasy. She knew that she was ready, now… ready for the storm to break, bringing with it the welcome gushing waters of relief… to wash over her with a downpour of pure rapture.
His pelvic movements, driving his cock into her mouth became longer, more frantic; she moved with him while the hardened flesh of him ground in and out of her mouth. She instinctively, kept her teeth covered with her rolled-in lips, keeping a constant squeezing pressure around the giant shaft as it sawed in and out. When she had taken him into her mouth, she hadn't known she would suck him to climax, but suddenly, she wondered whether he would shoot his sperm directly into her mouth.
She didn't know; then, she realized that it would be impossible to avoid it! He would squirt his cum into her mouth… and she would have to swallow it! Could she do it? Dear God! And then, there was no time to think. The thunder shower of her passion broke inside of her with brilliant, flashing lightning blinding her eyes, the thunder of her racing blood in her ears, the busy raspiness of her breath in her lungs… and she came, moaning out her ecstasy around the length of the racing cock in her mouth. "OOOOOooooooh! I'm cummminnnnnngggg! AAAAAaaaaaaauuuuuuugggghhhhh!"
Her body convulsed, as waves of welcomed release rushed over her. Oh, God! It's wonderful! It feels absolutely heavenly!
Gary knew he was going to cum, in a moment. He could feel the breaking tide of his semen, straining to break down the restraint of tumescent flesh, and he wondered if he should tell her… prepare her for the spewing flood of sperm from his aching, throbbing cock. Then, he felt the sudden convulsions of her body. He grasped her flexing, white buttocks, pulling their rounded flesh down tight to his face as he placed his lips directly over her voraciously throbbing cuntal mouth, suctioning her strongly with his lips, while his own hips flicked his expanding member in and out of her mouth with merciless abandon. Suddenly, it was there! He came!
His young swollen cock burst in her mouth, all its youth jetting streams of his white, hot semen into her throat that made her gasp and choke, forcing her to swallow it as fast as it streamed up into her mouth. With one final plunge, he rammed his long, hard cock to the hilt in her mouth, his hairy balls coming against her nose, almost suffocating her. She reached down then to his buttocks and pushed him down until only the bulbous, jerking head of his cock remained in her mouth. She had found the taste of him flavorful, and she sucked and licked, swallowing all of his sperm until the throbbing pump of his cock was stilled and there was no more of the viscous liquid left. And in this final act she felt a kinship with her sister, with Gary's father. The delicious ecstasy of oral sex was hers! In that instant, she understood her husband better.
Their bodies subsided from climax, Gary's penis becoming flaccid in her mouth. He pulled her around beside him.
She lay on her side, now, looking up at her son blearily. He was tall and spare, not yet filled out, but his sinewy strength was there. Yes! He was a man… a boy-man, but he had satisfied her completely. She sighed and slept, mouth open in the noisy snore of drunkenness.