Chapter 10
Laura looked despondently at the empty shell that was to be her new home. She was an attractive woman in her late twenties. Her figure was good with firm breasts and slim, willowy legs. Atop that was her face, more than just pretty and well set off by her long blond hair. Only the deep blue eyes and the circles underneath them showed the strain she had been under.
As she perched on a suitcase, waiting for the movers to come with her furniture, she thought back over the past two weeks. In such a short amount of time so much had changed.
That night, just two weeks ago, she had been happy and gay. Laura had been putting the last finishing touches on dinner and waiting for Richard, her husband, to come home when the doorbell rang. She had run to answer it, assuming Richard had once again forgotten the key. But instead of Richard, a policeman stood at her door.
"Are you Mrs. T.?"
Laura nodded, wondering and worrying. She let the man in.
"You'd better sit down. I have some bad news for you. Your husband was involved in an accident a little while ago. I'm sorry, but he was killed."
At first she couldn't take it in. Richard—dead! It was impossible, the whole thing was some kind of macabre joke. He couldn't be dead, he just couldn't be.
The next two weeks passed by with Laura in a daze. Her sister had come to stay with her, to give her moral support and practical help. There was the funeral to be arranged, the house to be sold, and her five-year-old son Ricky to take care of. With her sister's help, the days sped by filled with legal and practical problems.
All the same, there was nothing her sister could do to ease the ache in the long, lonely nights. Sobbing her heart out, she drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened minutes later with the knowledge that Richard was not there and would never be back again.
Lying in bed, Laura could almost feel the touch of Richard's hands on her breasts, his lips upon hers, their tongues slipping in and out of each others' mouths. And most of all, the feel of Richard's body on top of her, his prick deeply buried in her body and the wonderful release when they spiraled into an orgasm, always coming at the same time.
As Laura sat there in a trance, the movers began to bring in her furniture. She looked at it, remembering still more. Richard's favorite chair, his chest of drawers, now to be used for Ricky, and the bed they had made love in so many times. So many things were missing, things that couldn't fit into a small two-bedroom apartment. Friends had suggested that Laura would be better off getting rid of the things that especially reminded her of Richard.
"Better off? Why? I don't want to forget him. He was my husband and I loved him very much. Do you think that sleeping in a different bed will take away the pain of not having him next to me? Nothing will ever do that."
The movers worked fast, filling the apartment making it look more like home. After they left, Laura unpacked a little, putting sentimental knick-knacks in place. The babysitter was due to bring Ricky back soon and she wanted their new home to look as comfortable as possible.
When Ricky arrived, Laura was sitting on the couch in an attempt to relax. The little boy was bewildered by all the changes that had come so fast. He didn't understand about death.
"Mommy, why did Daddy have to go away?" he asked.
"Because God needed him up in heaven, Ricky." Laura tried to answer his questions with patience but it was almost as hard for her to understand as it was for Ricky.
"I don't think it was very nice of him to go." He sat in Laura's lap and snuggled his head against her breasts. "Mommy, I'll never leave you. I'll stay here always and take care of you. Can I?"
"Oh, yes, dear. Ricky, I love you so much. You're the only thing I have left in the world. Don't ever leave me."
"I won't, Mommy. We can always stay together, just the two of us. I'll take care of you. We don't need anyone else at all."
One of the main sociological causes of incest is that a family can become so tightly closed to outsiders that the individuals find it difficult, if not impossible, to develop and cultivate relationships outside the family itself.
The close bond between mothers and sons is a well-known fact. In a normal atmosphere, with other children and a husband to take care of, the son realizes that he cannot have the mother all to himself. In a fatherless home, it is especially important for the son to have a wide range of acquaintances. He also needs men around him so that he can develop an image of how he should behave. A weak masculine image often results in homosexuality. No male image at all, along with a close relationship to the mother, can result in incest.
CASE HISTORY
After being widowed for five years, Laura wrote the following letter to her sister.
"Dear May, I have all kinds of news. Tomorrow night, for the first time since Richard died, I am going out with a man. His name is Bill, he's about my age and divorced. We are going out to dinner and then to a show. I feel like a teen-ager again, all excited about a first date.
"I still love Richard and I always will. But a memory is not enough to live on for the rest of my life. I need companionship and he seems very nice. The hell with it, I can be frank writing to you. I need sex and that's all there is to it.
"I can't seem to help myself. Every time I see a man, even walking down the street, I start to wonder how he would be in bed. So before I rape the janitor or make a fool out of myself in some other way, I'll try dating. I'm tired of the frustration. Remember when we were about thirteen and I couldn't make myself come, no matter how long I diddled my clit? Well, I still can't. And God knows I've tried often enough.
"Besides, I'm only thirty-two. That's much too young to just close shop. I suppose my mind will always miss Richard and mourn for him but my body just can't.
"For Ricky's sake I suppose I should marry again. I haven't told him about my date yet, let it be a surprise. He's such an angel. Honestly, he tries so hard to be the man of the house. He even goes over the bills with me. And he almost never goes out so that I won't have to be alone. He tries hard to take his father's place but there are just some things he can't supply. Love, Laura."
"Ricky dear," she told her son the next day, "I have a surprise for you."
"Oh, good. Are we going somewhere neat?"
"No dear. You know Bill, the man who lives upstairs? Tonight he is going to take me out to dinner and then to a show. Isn't that nice?"
"Can I go too?" Ricky had always gone everywhere with his mother.
"No, but you can stay up an hour later and watch television. I'll get you a big bag of potato chips and some soda. If you want to you can invite one of your friends over."
"I don't have any friends. You're going to leave me here all alone," the boy sobbed.
"I thought you were too old for a babysitter. Mrs. Grant downstairs will help you if anything happens. You're such a big boy. I thought you would like to take care of yourself for a little while."
"Why are you going out with him? You could take me to the show. What do you need him for? I take care of you and all. I don't want you to go." At that, Ricky burst into tears and ran from the room.
Without fully realizing how intense Ricky's feelings were, Laura followed him into his room and tried to explain.
"Ricky, you know I love you very much. But darling, you're only ten years old. Since your father died I haven't had any men friends at all. When people get older they need friends of all kinds. We're always together. Do you mind so very much if I go out just for a few hours?"
"You don't need him. You have me. I wouldn't leave you alone like that."
"I know how responsible you are Ricky. You should make other friends, boys and girls your own age. Now just settle down and relax. I know you'll like Bill once you get to know him."
"I won't. I'll hate him forever. He's trying to take you away from me."
"Ricky, that's silly. No matter what happens I'll always be your mother and love you very much. Now dry your eyes and act like the little man I know you are." Laura left the room feeling worried. She hadn't expected Ricky's intense jealousy. Oh, well, she thought to herself, he'll get over it. He just has to have time to get used to the idea.
Ricky spent the afternoon silently in his room. Laura was so busy preparing for her date that she didn't notice. She took a long bath, soaking in sweet-smelling bath oils. As she lay there, she looked over her ripe, lush figure and knew that it couldn't fail to please Bill.
As her hands went over her body she considered the possibilities. She hoped that Bill would make a pass at her. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to resist his caresses troubled her a little. She didn't want him to think that she was a tramp. But she had been without a man so long that there was an actual physical ache deep inside her cunt. She wanted the feel of a prick there so badly that it hurt.
Laura dressed quickly, cooked dinner for Ricky and was just putting on the last touches of her makeup when Bill arrived. She had bought a new dress with a plunging neckline for the occasion which set off her curves very well. Bill's quick look and smile convinced her that she had done right. She grabbed her purse and got ready to leave.
"Ricky, we're going now. Do you want to come and meet Bill?"
"No. I hate him. He's taking you away from me.
"This is my first date since Ricky's father died and he's a little upset," she explained to Bill. "I'm sure he'll adjust soon."
After a lovely evening full of fun and laughter Bill brought Laura home.
"I'd ask you in for a drink but I don't want to wake up Ricky," she told him. But the way she was looking at him, full of longing and sexual excitement, told him even more.
"Then why don't we go up to my place for a nightcap?"
As soon as they stepped inside Bill's dimly lit apartment he kissed her passionately. Their arms were around each other as their bodies pressed closer together.
The heat of their newfound passion was intense as it sent out a bright flame that engulfed them both. It had been a long time for both of them. As he held Laura in his arms they could both feel the strength of his manhood rising up and pressing against the woman's body. Then he held her back away from him so that he could see her face. His eyes looked out at her, full of longing and doubt.
"Yes, darling, yes. Don't stop, don't ever stop." Laura answered the unspoken question with a desperate voice. Her body, tense with the passion that was racing through her veins, moved closer to Bill.
He took her in his arms once more and they resumed their fevered kissing. His hands roamed her soft body, pausing at the top of her cleavage. Laura gave a low moan as Bill unzipped her dress and looked down at her breasts, rising out of the thin lace of her low-cut bra. As his lips traveled down he unhooked the wisp of lace and buried his face in her tits. He kissed them slowly, working closer and closer to her flushed nipples which were already taut with desire.
Licking and sucking her cherry-topped mounds, his hands traveled down to the triangle of dark hair between her legs. Feeling his touch, she opened her legs wide exposing her sweet wet cunny. His fingers touched her gently, rubbing her lust engorged clit until she was wild with desire.
Her hands raked over his body, pulling and tugging his clothes off. Laura held his cock in her hand and ran her fingers across the purple knob. It felt so good to her to feel the strength of a hard prick in her hand once again.
Still holding onto his thick rod, she lay back and guided it down to her hot wet pussy. Her body was on fire and her cunt was aching for the feel of his hardness deep inside her body.
He plunged himself into her with one hard thrust. Her cunt was tight and fit his prick like a glove. Laura lay back and let the waves of passion sweep over her. As Bill moved up and down on her softness she moved with him, wrapping her long legs around his back so that she could feel every inch of his powerful manhood.
Again and again he dove into her caldron of heat. They went at each other like animals who had been deprived for much too long. Her nails raked his back until they drew blood and he loved it. He pounded into her as hard and fast as he could, going up and down and in and out like an air hammer. And she matched every fast thrust with one of her own.
With miraculous self-control, Bill kept on pumping. His body wanted to explode but at the same time didn't want to leave the wonderful soft wetness that was enveloping him.
As they fucked, Bill rose up and buried his face in her tits once again, first sucking one ripe nipple and then the other, driving Laura into a frenzy. Her arms were holding him tight, not wanting to let go. Her fingers and hands caressed the cheeks of his ass and worked down to his balls. She cupped them in her hands, feeling the sweet pressure as they bounced up and down.
He bit into her nipple and she screamed with pleasure, wanting him to bite and suck harder, to draw her whole body into him somehow. Her cunt began to spasm uncontrollably. Her pussy lips tugged and sucked on his cock, grabbing and then releasing him so quickly that they couldn't tell the difference.
As much as he wanted to stay inside her, fuck her for the rest of his life, the pressure on his cock from her cunt was too much. He thrust himself into her, harder and faster until he felt his release. His cream flowed into her, deep inside her body, warming all of her with his heat.
Feeling his jism flooding her passion pit, all the stored up pleasure inside her erupted like a volcano. She tossed and turned and moved as her pussy held onto his cock as though she had teeth. She never wanted him out and tried, with her whole body, to keep his hard prick inside her.
When it was all over, they clung tightly to each other, knowing that they had something wonderful and hoping that the feeling would stay with them.
"Bill, it's getting late and I'm a little worried about Ricky being alone for so long." So the lovers dressed quickly and Bill walked Laura back to her apartment. The lights were all burning but Ricky wasn't there. On the table was a note.
"Bill, listen to this. Oh, my God. 'Dear Mom, You don't need me any more so I'm going away. Ricky.' Bill, where can he be? It's almost two in the morning. What should we do?"
They called the police and spent the night drinking coffee and worrying.
"It's my fault, I know it is. He was so unhappy when I told him I was going out. Oh, I never should have gone. If anything has happened to him it will be my fault. Where can he be?"
"Laura, just relax. The police are doing their best to find him. You know that. I'm sure he'll be all right. Why don't you get some sleep?"
"Sleep? How the hell could I sleep? You go on home Bill. You can sleep tonight. Please go, I'll be all right." Feeling a little like a heel but very tired, Bill left.
At eight o'clock in the morning the police brought Ricky home. He had spent the night in the hall of a nearby apartment building.
"Oh Ricky, how could you do that to me? I was so worried about you. Darling, don't ever run off like that again."
"I thought you didn't need me anymore," the boy sobbed. "You left me alone and went out. Please don't do that. I'm sorry. But don't ever leave me."
"I won't, son. I promise you I won't." Sobbing, they held each other tight.
At fifteen, Ricky looked much older. His shoulders were broad and his muscles well developed. Because of his sober air of responsibility, he was considered to be very mature for his age.
Laura doted on him. Although she was close to forty she looked like a woman in her middle twenties. And her actions fit her youthfulness. As she often told her friends, with a great deal of pride, Ricky was more like a friend than a son. Since her brief fling with Bill she hadn't had another date. For months after the encounter she desperately wanted another man. She discovered that if she had a few drinks the sharp edge of her desire was dulled. She was rarely completely sober.
One day after school, Ricky found his mother in her room, sobbing bitterly.
"Mom, what's the matter?"
"Nothing. Everything. You wouldn't understand. Oh, the hell with it. I need a man. Do you understand? A man, with a cock between his legs." As she spoke, her voice rose until she was almost hysterical.
"But you have me. You don't need anyone else and neither do I. I'll take care of you." Ricky put his arms around Laura and held her close.
In a daze, without realizing just what she was doing, Laura took her son and held him, pressing her body firmly against his young manhood. In a moment their bodies were welded tightly together. The mother, forgetting everything because of th sensation of having a man in her arms once more began kissing her son. Her tongue probed open his lips and licked the inside of his mouth, darting in and out as fast as a snake.
Ricky's mind was confused but his body wasn't. His cock stiffened up as he and Laura lay back on her bed. Laura pulled him down on top of her. His heavy body felt good as his thick cock pressed against her love starved body. In a frenzy of passion, Laura tore off their clothes and lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide open, revealing the glistening dewy lips of her cunt. Shouting incoherently, she took her son's prick in her hand and led it to her warm, wet slit. She thrust him inside as he climbed on top of her. Overwhelmed by the sweet pleasure flowing through his body, Ricky moved up and down, thrusting his stick in and out of her softness.
Unable to control himself, he thrust himself into her as hard and as fast as he could until he exploded inside her, spilling his thick cream deep inside her cunt. Laura moaned as her body went wild. She climaxed again and again, holding and squeezing Ricky's cock with every new explosion. Finally exhausted, she fell asleep.
Hours later she awoke to find Ricky still in her bed, sleeping soundly. Remembering what had happened, she began to tremble and shake. A scream began deep inside her body and erupted, so loud and shrill that most of the other people in the apartment building heard it. Ricky jumped up and saw his mother looking down at him with a dazed, blank look in her eyes.
"My God," she moaned, "what have I done? What can I do now? Ricky, what's going to happen me?"
Putting his arms around her, the boy whispered, "Don't worry about anything, mother. I'm here. I'll take care of you." He held her close and rocked her back and forth as though she were a baby. "I'll take care of you."
Six years later, after Ricky finished college, he and Laura moved to another town. Their neighbors and friends think they are married and often wonder why such a good-looking young man married a woman who was so much older. If Ricky and Laura are lucky, they will never find out.