Chapter 3
There was an urgent sound to the ring of the telephone which startled Lee Marks. She had sensed the same sound once a long time ago when her parent's house had burned to the ground in Chicago. The call had come from a hysterical neighbor who had told Lee that both her parents were in the burning building and had not been seen. The drive into town that night had been the most fearful three hours she had ever spent. It had been only her first month away from home. She had been seventeen years old and she had left in the heat of an argument over dating with her parents.
When Lee finally arrived in Chicago her childhood home had been burned to the ground. No one had seen either of her parents and Lee knew that they must have been killed. She mourned their death for three days until one evening there was a knock at her door. In the downpour stood both her parents, smiling but with worried expressions on their faces.
"We had gone away for the weekend," explained her father, knowing that Lee was thinking she had seen a couple of ghosts.
"We didn't know until just a few hours ago," added her Mother.
It had been the utmost in ironies ... something which had taken the young girl through the trauma of losing her entire family and then suddenly dropping her back again into reality. Lee had felt that she was going insane. The fear, the confusion of those weeks led her to the West Coast where she met Jim Marks.
Jim Marks had been a traveling salesman. They met on the bus. It had been a cold, cloudy night as the giant vehicle plunged through the wastes of the Mojave Desert towards California. She was young, beautiful and terribly frightened. Jim Marks, on the other hand, was somewhat older, good looking and very confident in his manner.
He had taken the seat next to her at the back of the bus. In the darkness he could see her fine, long legs stretched out beneath her skirt. He liked what he saw.
"Going to California?" Jim Marks had asked.
Lee didn't know where she was going to live. As a matter-of-fact, she had only planned to ride the bus until it stopped and wherever that was she would get off and begin her hew life.
"Very warm climate ... it's nice after the cold winters you get back East...."
She liked the man who spoke so easily and so smoothly. She enjoyed listening to tones of his voice, feeling herself lulled like a small child by his glibness.
They had talked for over an hour. The darkness of the bus, the stranger who was so handsome, the adventure of going to anew place served to create within the teenager a sense of daring which she had never known. She let him kiss her.
The kiss was remarkable for a girl who had only necked a little in the back of theaters but had never gone any farther than that. His mouth had been soft and warm as he pried her open and smoothly entered her mouth with his tongue.
Then Jim had poured them each a glass of scotch from a small flask he carried. "Try some of this" he said. "It'll loosen you up a little."
"I don't know," replied Lee, "if I want to loosen up."
"Why, of course you do, Lee. Everyone wants to loosen up. I mean, after all, what else is there to live for?"
The man was right. He was beginning to make sense to the girl who did not know where she was going or what she would be doing. She took the drink, gagged it down and began to loosen up.
In the darkness of the back no one could see the man slide his hand beneath the girl's blouse. And no one saw her rest her hand high on his thigh and squeeze.
"That's the way!" Jim moaned as he pushed her trembling fingers onto his cock which was now hard and pulsating beneath his slacks.
"I don't know about this...."
"Oh, come on, baby, you only live once!"
Lee was confused. There were a multitude of various feelings running through her at the time. She knew what she was doing, and just how far it all could go, but somehow her body was directing her to continue. Her mind reeled and cried out against it ... but after a while the liquor helped quiet the rage which grew there. Soon, the torment moved down to that place between her thighs where her panties were soaked and her sex burned for fulfillment.
Jim's hand roamed steadily along her smooth skin. He reached the edge of her silk panties and went underneath. It was difficult for him to get anywhere, so he withdrew his hand and began pulling down her panties. Lee moaned softly as the silk slid across her buttocks and down onto her thighs. Acting quickly, and feeling outrageously daring, she pulled them down the rest of the way herself, picked them off the cold floor of the bus and stuffed them inside her purse. She knew she had gone beyond the point of no return.
"Oh, baby, you're wet like a woman! Beautiful!!!"
His hand worked in and out of her moist vagina. Lee felt like screaming out but silence had to be maintained at all costs. The deeper his fingers went inside her, though, the greater was her urge to yell or scream.
Instead, Lee unzipped his pants and drew his penis from within the fabric. It was long, hard and the white skin flashed like a sceptre in the moonlight of the night ride. She held the staff with a certain amount of disbelief, searching it with her eyes, trying to maintain its reality.
"Go ahead," urged Jim, "put your lips to it. It doesn't bite!"
Lee obeyed, she lowered her head onto his lap and placed her mouth fully around the circumference of his prick. The salty, warm meat throbbed between her moist lips. It suddenly occurred to her that she was giving a man a blow job-something which the girls at school only talked about in giggles.
Then she felt him at her. His mouth was on her mound. She opened her legs and allowed him to push her lips apart and suck hard on the juices that were pouring from within. It was almost unbearable to have him flicking his tongue in and out of her vagina and Lee began to squirm like crazy on his cock.
"Let's do it! moaned Jim. He pulled her up from his lap, kissed her hard on the mouth and began to push himself underneath her. When she felt his full staff stabbing at the underside of her thigh, she stopped him. "What're you doing?"
"We're going to make love, Lee, just like grownup people!"
Jim lifted her dress to her belly. Then, throwing each of her legs on either side of his hips, he manipulated her until her sweet little cunt rested just above the tip of his prick. Slowly, he entered her.
"Oooooh ... my God ... Oooooh...." Lee felt as though her entire being were being split into two, separate parts. She had never imagined that anything could have felt so large inside her. When he had finally made it all the way inside, he began pumping very slowly up and down. It was all that Lee could do to maintain her balance on his lap-she felt like fainting.
Jim had come inside her that first night without making any effort to protect her from pregnancy. They had traveled to California together, set themselves up in an apartment and married two months after that. One month into their young marriage Lee discovered that she was pregnant.
Her husband had not said a word, just nodded dumbly. The young girl was scared to death and needed someone to lean on. Jim had just backed away from her, had gone to the kitchen and poured himself a drink.
Lee had run into the bedroom in tears. She had never in her life felt so alone. When she heard the front door slam she knew that Jim had left her forever. It was at that moment that the young girl of seventeen made the decision to have her baby. At least she would have someone in the world who could love her and who she could love back.
The phone had stopped ringing. Lee realized that she had been drifting through the memory of her life, Something she had been doing with alarming frequency lately. She stood above the now silent phone and lit a cigarette". When her son, Jim Jr. had left to go North to college Lee had promised herself that she would not bother him. Her intelligence had revolted against the demands she had made upon her only child for love and attention-she knew that if these patterns were not broken that Jim would turn out wrong. Everything else in her life had turned out so badly.
But the phone had rung with an urgency which Lee could not explain. She picked up the reciver and dialed the number of the franternity house where Jim lived.
"Hello...." The girl's voice was cloudy and sleepy. It was already twelve noon and Lee realized that she was stoned.
"This is Mrs. Marks, I wonder if Jim Marks is there?"
"Okay...." The voice grew timid and afraid, Lee felt that something was being hidden from her.
"Hello, Mom?" It was Jim. His voice was trembling and weak. He spoke for ten minutes straight in a series of half sentences and almost pure idiocy. 'Yes,' he had called earlier because he had suddenly become worried and just wanted to find out if everything was allright.
Lee became firm with her boy, knowing that his mind was running wild with whatever he had taken. She had heard about dope-LSD, grass, cocaine and now feared that she was speaking with another person-someone she did not know.
Finally, Jim spoke with sudden and unexpected clarity.
"Mom," he said, his voice firm and resonant, "I'm coming home to work the motel. This place is one big drag, there's nothin' I want to do here."
He waited for his answer. Lee felt her excitement rising. Having her son back with her would once again make life bearable, something that could be endured. But the promise of 'handsoff' which she made to herself long ago was still firm in her mind. It took one last plea from Jim himself to motivate her into a decision.
"Please, Lee, I've got to!" His voice twanged with desperation, the use of her first name as though they were good, old friends rather than mother and son drove her into acceptance.
"I'll send you the money. You can be home by tonight ... if you wish."
"Far out."
And that was that.
The rest of the day was spent in cleaning the house, sending the money one hundred miles up the coast, and trying to relax in anticiption of seeing her boy once again. She felt better, more alive than she had felt in a long time. The memories of the fire a few nights before, the memories of Ben Grand running through the flames like a swift, life-giving animal now faded into a dream. Her reality, the life to which she had devoted herself for the past seventeen years was returning. And with it came her own sense of sanity and purpose.
Anne sat nude by the phone watching Jim pack his small duffle bag. She was small bodied with coal black hair that hung straight down her back. Her blue eyes were alive and intent, her breasts very large for a girl with her structure and her skin an almost bleached white.
"So," Anne said in her clipped, almost cynical voice, "going home to mother...."
Jim grunted, feeling a surge of pain. Their lovemaking had been an almost frightening thing to him. She had been one of the most passionate girls he had ever known, and had not subjected herself to making it whenever he felt like it, but instead Anne would instigate the session many times herself.
"You were a trip in bed, Jim. I thought we would be able to keep balling at least through the rest of the year. As a matter-of-fact, I dropped everything else so that we could fuck whenever we wanted to. What the Hell happened?"
"I don't know, Anne," replied Jim, trying to get away as quickly as he could, "something wrong with the whole thing. You know, I just can't make it in school...."
Anne stood up, revealing herself to him in her nudity. He rested his eyes momentarily on the fine triangle between her legs and remembered the sweet juices which flowed there so readily. The girl was desperate and did not want to lose her semester lover. She had fallen in love with him but the love was a physical attraction more than anything else. "You know," she continued, "I love your bod madly."
"That's shit!" complained Jim. They had argued constantly about this one point. Anne was intelligent and cynical and determined to make a success of herself and her painting. She was of the mind that physical attraction was the only thing that mattered between two people, and that later, maybe, love and understanding would come. Jim had wanted more ... even though Anne was the most beautiful girl he had ever known.
The naked girl leaned back against the wall, her blue eyes mocking the man who was preparing to leave her. She pushed her belly out and cupped one of her large, white breasts and pouted. "Is this really shit?" she asked, stroking her fine tuft of hair.
"Of course not ... you know that's not what I mean!"
He could not look at her. He had made up his mind and by allowing his eyes to rest on her finely tuned body for more than a second his resolution would be broken. Actually, the decision which Jim had made was one which had come more from objective analysis than from any overriding emotional feelings. He had been a lousy student, had found the rigors of academic life unbearable and found the people boring. He knew his future did not lay within the hard bound covers of books, but out in the open somewhere. He felt that his Mother's Motel, if developed properly, would eventually turn into a successful business. He knew that all he really wanted from life was a little security ... something for his Mother and for himself.
Anne had come between that dream and its reality. She had invaded his mind and body with a presence he could not fully understand and thus could not deal with. He never understood why such an intelligent girl with a body like hers would have fallen for him. At first, he had enjoyed every moment of their scorching affair. But as time wore on, and eveything that was not Anne began to disturb him, Jim knew he must decide and that his decision would leave Anne out in the cold.
Anne was still naked as Jim walked out the door of the small room, down the hall and out into the street below. From there, he saw her standing immodestly at the open window, unafraid that anyone would see her nude torso through the opening. She was smiling in the half-cocked grin of hers, a smile that revealed something unkown within her. Her eyes seemed to traverse the distance between them and continue to mock him.
Jim waved.
"We'll be together again ... after your mother.
Her voice, the words, her smile, her breasts and her eyes stayed with him during the two and half hours journey from the small town to his home in Seaside. He hadn't understood Anne's final words but their ring clouded his mind and made him very jumpy.
Lee and Jim stood across the threshold of the door, staring at each other as though seeing one another for the first time. She wore a thin blouse, and revealing and sexy bra and tight skirt. Her hair was long and natural and her eyes clear and blue. There was none of the mockery there he had come to know with Anne. "Hello, Lee."
"Hello, Jim."
He had come home. He was her son. She had opened her legs once to conceive him and had opened them again to give him life. But neither Mother nor Son, as they sat together in the darkening living room, felt that they were tied together in any way but through a mutual sense of physical attraction.
It was uncommonly warm on the small beach. Lee and Jim walked silently the hundred yards to the spot next to the rocks where they would be sheltered from the light breeze which blew in from the sea.
Jim's arrival home the night before had begun a strained and uncomfortable evening for both of them. When he had left for college he had still been a boy. Lee had looked at him through the same eyes she had for the past seventeen years. She worried about him catching cold, about whether he had enough money and whether he would become involved in the many wayward practises which college students found themselves these days. As they had said goodbye to each other for the first time in their lives both had cried. It was the last time Lee would see her son as a child, as something tied to her by birth.
They had talked of Jim's reasons for leaving school. His voice was low and even, his words chosen carefully. The spark which had seemed to guide him as a youth had disappeared and had been replaced by a sullen, almost animal-like quickness. His eyes darted around the room, then to his Mother then back to the walls and pictures of boats that hung everywhere.
"You look different, Lee." He had spoken with some assurance. Calling each other by their first names had only been a joking affair before. Now there was a touch of serious communication through the use of the names.
Lee had mixed drinks, given one to her son, and talked about the financial condition in which she found herself. This became a topic for discussion which eventually freed them both from the nervousness they felt. Jim felt that with a little promotion and a little 'fixing up' that the Motel could be turned into a money making proposition. Lee was happy with his enthusiasm. She had wanted Jim to become something through school. It was a martyrd feeling which drove Lee to send him away ... a feeling that he would become an engineer, leave her to her own misery and strike out on his own. Now, though, she had to admit to herself that she had not realized just how much she had missed him.
Jim spread the blanket out on the sand and watched his mother carefully as she stripped off her robe. Underneath, she wore a small, pink bikini. The young man was suprised at just how good her body was. The bra of the swimming suit was netted and just barely covered the woman's full breasts. The panties, also netted, provided a view of strong thighs and a flat, young belly. Lee knew that he was watching her and it made her shiver with a strange kind of excitement.
"Remember when we used to do this every summer?"
Jim smiled. "Yeah, you would cook fried chicken and make potato salad. I used to really dig those days."
"Yes," she replied sadly, thinking of those long summers when business had been good and they had been happy together.
"Well, I don't need a fucking tan to be good-looking ... I'm going swimming!"
Before she could make any comment on his foul language, Jim was running down towards the shore. His figure was silhouetted against the sun, but Lee could tell that he was stripping down to nothing. She hunched over her knees, squinting her eyes and trying to focus on his naked body. But she could see nothing.
When he returned, Jim held a towel in front of his naked body and smiled down at his mother
"Have a nice swim?" She asked, a little embarrassed with his nudity.
"Far out! The water must be seventy ... that's pretty warm for this time of year!"
He bent over and began drying his legs. Lee could not help but glance up his thigh and see his balls and prick dangling there with the full presence of his young manhood. The strange and almost uncomfortable feeling of excitement surged through her. She did not know how to handle this situation but that did not mean she wasn't enjoying it.
"Put some lotion on me, Jim, I'm frying out here...."
She rolled over onto her stomach, relieved that she did not have to look at her son's penis. She unfastened her strap and allowed the sides of her bra to fall to the sand on either side. She could feel her nipples tense and ache as he began rubbing the warm cream across her naked back.
"You've really kept yourself up," he said, his breath shortening his words into short, almost excited thrusts.
"Baby," she replied, beginning to smile, "there's nothing wrong with a thirty-five year old woman. I mean I'm not dead, you know!"
"For god's sakes, Lee, I never thought you were!"
Then Lee did something which she would never forget. A sudden feeling of strong emotion had come over her, swept her away from the reality of the situation and resulted in her rolling over onto her back.
Jim stared down at her naked breasts and his mouth fell open. Her nipples were taut and pink, and the tan lines accentuated their largeness.
"You think," she said, her voice cracking with excitement, "that I'm really that old?"
Her eyes traveled down to where his cock hung. She smiled at the sight of his pink flesh and grinned broadly when it began to rise in an even pattern. Jim was noticably embarrassed by the whole thing and drew his legs together as if to suck his entire sex back into his belly.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Jim, all men react that way."
"But not with their Mothers!"
"I'm now a woman, first, and your Mother second. You broke the tie when you went away to school...."
His face became contorted with agony. He could not understand the moment even though he had toyed with and flaunted his manhood in front of her. It had gone too far, however, and he began to feel strangled.
"No, Mother, we can't even think like this!"
Lee did not try to stop him. She watched him run naked back to the house. Her mind raced against the reality, trying to determine what she had done. If Jim's reaction was permanent, then he would leave her again and she could resume her own martyrdom. If, however, his mood changed, then she could have the man she needed.
But while she thought of these things, another, more forceful surge was pouring through her. Her panties were dripping with the juices of her excitement. Her breasts were aching to be touched. There was no one around who could do that except herself. So, dropping her concern over her son's reaction, Lee stripped off her panties and went after herself.
The breeze and sun added much to her usual fantasy as she played and toyed with her clit. The excitement of laying naked and spreadeagled on a beach where anyone might see her added strongly to the excitement.
The explosion of her mind, the naked and erect fireman jacking off above her, squelching the flames which rose from her seething cunt were more vivid and thus more realistic than she had ever known.
But Ben Grant could not see what lay in the naked woman's teeming mind. What he could see, however, from his perch above the cliff was her luscious naked body writhing in the throes of self-induced ecstasy. His prick throbbed and his breath shortened as he watched her shudder, throw her hands to her side and lift her-belly to the sky then finally collapse.
Her nude body was shining with sweat, golden with tan and spread wide as though open to the universe. Ben thought that he had never seen a more beautiful or desirable sight in his entire life. As he shakily lit a cigarette he made up his mind that Lee Marks would become his.