Chapter 10
Back home in the apartment, Jeff kept up the heavy schedule of sex with dear mom. It began to seem like every time there was a lull in the conversation they would fill it by screwing. It pleased him to see her so divinely happy.
After they had been home a month it was agreed that she would go back to work at the shop and Jeff would also look for a job. They didn't intend to fall back into their old pattern of becoming social recluses. Vickie felt sure of him now and no longer worried about younger competition. Night after night Jeff returned to the apartment with his tail between his legs after another fruitless day of job hunting. He was beginning to think that he was about as useful to the business world as tits on a bull. They had fallen into the habit of unwinding together with cocktails before dinner. Jeff came to feel the need of alcoholic encouragement as much as his mother did. After dinner Vickie would soothe his jangled nerves with copious quantities of her sweet sex.
Finally, one Sunday morning, Jeff ran across an ad in the paper that described an opening for which he felt eminently qualified. A small hi-fi and television store was looking for a young salesman who was thoroughly knowledgeable of both foreign and domestic stereo components and hi-fi speaker systems. Jeff had been a devoted audiophile and stereo buff ever since his father had taught him to build a crystal set when he was eight years old. He had installed a high-quality stereo system in the apartment which he had recently updated to quadraphonic sound. He devoured all of the hi-fi magazines and catalogues and had built up an encyclopedic knowledge of every facet of the audio and video spectrum of sound and sight. This would be a perfect job for him and he would be perfect for the job. The ad said to apply Monday morning but Jeff knew that there were literally thousands of young men seeking employment who were probably as qualified for this position as he was. There was just an off chance that the store might be open Sunday. After lunch, Vickie dressed smartly and drove him to the address given in the ad.
The stereo shop turned out to be a neat little installation on a side street in one of the better neighborhoods. Jeff was nervous about going to ask for a job and Vickie went with him as they knocked on the door of the closed shop. Several minutes later a handsome man in his mid-forties opened the door. He introduced himself as Mr. Crawford, the owner. His eyes practically undressed Vickie and that was probably the only reason he admitted them. He did seem impressed over the fact that Jeff was enough interested in the job to try to get the jump on other applicants by coming to the store on Sunday.
He took Jeff through the component department and listened to his comments on the various lines of merchandise. He was obviously impressed with the young man's knowledge and interest in his business. He was equally moved by the fact that Jeff had the guts to come out on Sunday rather than waiting until Monday, as specified in the ad. After a half-hour, while Vickie looked around the shop, Mr. Crawford determined to hire Jeff to start the next afternoon. Jeff couldn't really tell whether this Mr. Crawford was more impressed with him or with Vickie. His decision in this area was made all the more difficult when
Mr. Crawford insisted that she come to his office for a drink to toast the young man's hiring. During the process, Jeff became the forgotten man while Vickie became the guest of honor. When they left he wondered if he owed his newfound employment to his own knowledge or to his mother's beauty.
That night, back at the apartment, they celebrated the fact that Jeff had joined the ranks of the gainfully employed. Vickie broke out a bottle of champagne with dinner and then, afterwards, they went to bed and celebrated in their own private manner. That night, for the first time, she noticed that Jeff's big equipment caused a physical pain when he put it all the way in. In spite of that he brought her to a lovely dual orgasm. The pains in the area of her womb seemed to continue all night, even in her sleep. When she awakened in the morning she rushed to the bathroom and threw up. Vickie feared that she was developing an ulcer. That was several days before she visited Dr. Shelley and learned that she was pregnant.
For two days after the diagnosis, Vickie walked around in a daze, unable to accept the fact that she was pregnant by her own son. The whole idea was utterly unthinkable. Any such child's brother would also be its father. The whole thing was monstrous. She considered telling Jeff. After all, if he was big enough to father her child he was big enough to help shoulder the responsibility. At the same time she realized that her son was a sensitive boy. He was doing well now at the first job he had ever had in his whole life. To hit him with a problem like this now would only serve to make him become completely unglued. After all, what could he do to help? It was all her own stupid fault not to have taken care of herself, but what woman thinks of the possibility of getting knocked up by her own son?
Jeff, meanwhile, had met Carol Crawford, his boss' daughter, and it had been a real case of love at first sight. Every night, after work, he had taken her for a soda and hamburger. They had necked as best they could with the lack of privacy provided them. He had pressed his stiff cock up close to her crotch and squeezed her tits but that was about as far as he could go under the circumstances. Both of them knew that they would "make the scene" as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
Friday night, after work, Vickie drove over to the far side of town to visit the doctor that had been recommended to her. She phoned Jeff at work and told him that she had to work late and to fix himself a TV dinner from the freezer. Jeff was tempted to take Carol up to the apartment but then he didn't know what "late" meant and figured that he had better play it cool.
The old doctor gave Vickie a very thorough examination but had the good manners not to ask questions regarding her pregnancy or as to the reason she wanted an abortion. Later, he informed her that he could abort her safely but that she would have to be confined in his private hospital for five days and nights. Vickie made an appointment to check in late Monday afternoon and remain for the week. Driving home later, she figured out a story to explain her absence to Jeff.
After their second cocktail Vickie broached the subject with her prepared story, "Jeff, something came up at the shop today that means I may have to leave you on your own for a few days next week. One of our clients just married a man who has a large ranch at Three Rivers, New Mexico. He hasn't lived there for years so there is no phone but she wants to refurnish and redecorate it. I have to go over for five or six days and study the house and make a list of the furniture and furnishings that will be required. Ifs terribly important to us. Do you think that you can manage on your own for that long while I'm away?"
"Of course, mom. You go right ahead and do whatever you have to do. I'll get along just fine. Don't give me a thought," he assured her.
Later that night they went to bed and screwed like a pair of minks in heat. After Jeff had rolled over and was snoring softly beside her, Vickie laid flat on her back and ran her hands over her tummy. She realized that, at this early stage of pregnancy, it was simply her imagination but she enjoyed for a moment the thought that she could feel the stirrings of new life in her womb.
Just before she fell asleep she smiled to herself and thought, How many women are ever so blessed that they can feel their son and their grandson in their womb at the same time?
Monday morning Vickie put her suitcase in the car and then drove Jeff to work. It struck her as ironic that it was the same new suitcase she had bought to take on their Hawaiian "honeymoon." Now she was taking it to the hospital with her to abort the issue of that romantic trip.
"Take care of yourself, Jeff. I'll be out of telephone contact but I should be home either Saturday or Sunday," she told him as he slid from the car.
Carol was delighted to learn that their opportunity for sex had finally arrived. She fabricated an excuse to her father that would allow her to be out until after midnight every night that week. She was determined to make this a week to remember. Perhaps memories of Jeff were all of him that she could ever hope to permanently possess for her very own. As much as she had fallen in love with him she dared not let herself entertain any romantic dreams of marriage and family. She knew that she could never marry Jeff Burke. Carol Crawford could never marry any man.
Once Jeff got her alone in the apartment they fell into a passionate necking session on the couch in the den where he used to take Sally in the afternoons while Vickie was at work. Carol offered no objection or resistance when he removed her blouse and unhooked her bra to give him full access to her full rounded boobs which, up to then, he had just felt through her clothing. They looked even more succulent than they had felt then. He felt and squeezed and massaged them with his hands, acquainting himself with these hitherto secret parts of her body. Then he flicked the rosy little nipples about with his tongue and took them into his lips to suck and gently nibble on them while she squirmed with the passionate desire for even more erotic oral stimulation.
His kisses trailed down to her belly button and he flicked his tongue provocatively in and out of it like he was dusting it. It also told her silently that he was ready to flick his tongue similarly in and out of a still-lower hole. He unbuttoned the waistband and unzipped her skirt. When he started to pull it down and off, she raised her thighs off of the couch to make it easier. She kicked off her shoes, along with the skirt. Now she wore only a thin pair of pantyhose that were nearly transparent. A large triangular patch of of chestnut hair was clearly discernible over the puffy mound of her sex. Jeff patted that lovely hillock of flesh through the pantyhose and then slid his hand inside and ran his fingers tenderly and lovingly through the delicate pubic hairs. Finally, he hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband and pulled downward as she again lifted her buttocks from the couch to ease the removal of this last gossamer obstacle. Now she lay naked before him like a warm living statue of Venus. He ran his fingers tenderly over her lower tummy and back to her buttocks and across the soft tender flesh of her inner thighs. Then he dropped his head to her lap and buried his face in the chestnut hair. She had the clean, cool fragrance of a pine forest after a rain. He grabbed a patch of cunt-hairs between his teeth and pulled playfully. She put her hand on his head and began running her fingers through his hair while gently urging his face down into the very heart of her sex.
Jeff slid to the floor and settled between her feet. The bright light of the end-table lamp shone full onto and into her sex center. Neither of them made any move to extinguish it. Jeff ran his fingertips around the edges of her moist gash and then spread open the lips so that the light from the lamp went clear up inside of her vaginal opening. Slowly, he brought his mouth closer to her beautiful box. His breath ruffled the fine pubic hairs as a spring breeze might ruffle a field of flax. He trailed his tongue around and around the oval track of pink membrane between the outer and inner lips to her vaginal tunnel and then plunged it into her vulva and thrilled to the exotic delicacy of the taste and smell of clean young cunt. He licked and sucked her silken slit slowly and tenderly while she writhed in ecstasy beneath him. Each time his tongue flicked across her tight little clit he would hear a gasping intake of air from the prone girl. Finally, she began to gyrate rhythmically as she raised her gash tightly to his mouth. Jeff knew that her time was at hand now and he latched his soft lips onto her erecting clitoris and tortured it with his tongue and lips until a tremendous shudder went through her entire body as he brought on the first orgasm he had ever been able to give her.
"Oh, Jeff, you did that superbly. I hope that I can do as well when I return the favor later. Right now, wouldn't you like to really make love to me?" She had removed his erect prick as she spoke and was stroking it lovingly. "I can't wait to feel this inside of me."
Jeff quickly shed his clothes. Then he crawled on top of her and locked his lips on hers as they melted in a long, moist kiss while her arms went around his shoulders and back while her thighs spread wide apart to facilitate his entry into her soft furry cunt. Jeff's swollen hot pulsating penis found and parted the sweet lips of her warmly waiting cunt and he worked his way slowly and deeply into her innermost secret cuntal recesses. Her cunt was soft and moist and seemed to crave his presence and to be ever so grateful for the visit. She responded sweetly and willingly to his every movement, every stroke, every variation. What they found themselves doing was infinitely more than just fucking. They were mutually engaged in the most heartfelt, intimate sexual expressions of their true love for one another. As he sank in deeper and deeper between Carol's open legs, it was as though each stroke was a knife stroke that was cutting away both the umbilical cord and the apron strings that had, up till now, kept him tied to Vickie.
"OH, MY DARLING JEFF. I HAVE WANTED THIS SO BADLY. AT NIGHT, I'D CLOSE MY EYES AND TRY TO IMAGINE YOU STROKING IN AND OUT OF ME JUST LIKE THIS. DON'T EVER STOP. OH, I LOVE THE FEEL OF YOUR DEAR COCK IN MY CUNT, SMOOTHING OUT ALL OF THE WRINKLES AND MAKING IT SING FOR JOY. I CAN'T HOLD OFF MUCH LONGER. HE IS TOO IRRESISTIBLE. I'M GOING TO
HAVE TO CUM VERY SOON NOW JEFF. DO YOU THINK YOU CAN CUM WITH ME. I'D LIKE THAT," SHE WHISPERED HOARSELY IN HIS EAR.
"Yes, I'm sure I can. I've been holding back waiting for you. Just say when," he comforted her.
"NOW, DARLING, NOW! I CAN FEEL IT STARTING, I CAN'T HOLD IT BACK. OH, PLEASE, CUM RIGHT WITH ME. HOLD IT ALL THE WAY IN ME AND LET ME FEEL YOUR SWEET JUICES FLOODING MY VERY OVARIES WHILE I SQUEEZE AT YOUR BEAUTIFUL PRICK WITH THE WALLS OF MY CUMMING CUNT. NOOOWWW!"
"Here!" Jeff told her as he gushed and spurted such as he had very few times before in his life. It was as though he couldn't give her enough of himself.
Later she went down and her sweet lips grazed and stroked the burning glans and throbbing shaft like an angel's kiss. She seemed to have no trouble going all the way down on his massive cock and she demonstrated the technique of an accomplished expert fellatrice. When, at last, he could stand the ecstatic treatment no longer, he literally melted into her wanton mouth and she swallowed him whole. It was as though he had been vacuumed up into the very gates of heaven.
Every night that week was a re-run of that first heavenly evening together. They knew that they were in love and by Thursday Jeff had asked Carol to marry him and be his-alone forever. He wasn't prepared for her reaction to his proposal. She burst into an uncontrollable fit of tears. Finally, between racking sobs, he coaxed the story out of her. Carol had been involved in an incestuous relationship with her father ever since her mother had taken off with another man two years before. Jeff, of course, made his similar confession to her. Now they were convinced that they were ideal for each other since nobody else would have either of them under the bizarre circumstances. Each of them realized that their May and September affairs with their parents must eventually end and yet they didn't want to just desert the parents. Naturally, the obvious answer was to plan to bring the parents together. In that way the older couple could have each other and the girl and boy would be free to build a life of their own.
The effectiveness of their planning is best indicated by the fact that six weeks later there was a double-wedding ceremony. Vickie Burke is now Vickie Crawford and Carol Crawford is now Carol Burke. After the wedding Jeff and Vickie moved into the huge Crawford home. Each couple has a life of their own but still, now and then, the twains still meet. They have established their own private, family, sex commune in which they all share and share alike, to their mutual delight. Their experiences, which could have so easily been tragic in later years, resolved into a workable compromise through which a happy ending came along for all four lovers.