Chapter 3
The weeks rolled into happy months as life was just one long honeymoon for Vickie and Jeff. What outside interests and friends that they had began to fall by the wayside. They cared about nothing but each other. Soon they had become virtual recluses. Aside from Jeff's daily trip to school, and Vickie's to the supermarket, their world was bounded by the confines of the four walls of the apartment.
About a month after they began living together as lover and mistress rather than son and mother, their parish priest came to the door unannounced.
When the doorbell rang they were on the living room couch going down on each other in the classic sixty-nine position. Jeff had just blown a big load in Vickie's mouth and she was about to orgasm when the doorbell ruined everything. Since they weren't expecting anyone Vickie threw on a sexy negligee-the only kind she ever wore around the apartment-and went to the door to pick up the delivery or get rid of the door-to-door salesman. Jeff, meanwhile, ran back to the bathroom. When he emerged a few minutes later he heard no voices and so he came charging into the living room, naked. His cock was still red and slimy from where she had been sucking it. The naked son with the still-swollen and discolored prick and the mother in the near-transparent sexy robe told the story of incest all too loud and clearly. The good father who was making parish calls to elicit aid in one of the church's endless fund-raising activities mumbled a few excuses and retreated hastily from this obvious den of inequity. After this embarrassing experience for all concerned, Vickie and Jeff dropped out of the church which had always been such an important facet of their social lives. In so doing, they had burned the first of the bridges that connected them to the mainland of society.
Vickie's bridge club had been meeting every Thursday since the girls had all been in college together. Its members were her oldest and closest friends. They were so close that they had lost all feelings of respect for one another's privacy. Most had been married for fifteen to twenty years and had teenage kids living at home. They had reached the stage of life in which a "quickie before dinner" meant nothing more than a martini and privacy was merely a word in the dictionary. The girls had fallen into the habit of just popping in for a drink and a little gossip whenever they "happened to be in the neighborhood." Ever since Roy had died and she was alone, Vickie had come to look forward to enjoying the pleasure of their unexpected visits. Everything had changed now and their surprise calls were about as welcome as a contingent of sorority sisters social call on her wedding night. A half a dozen times these unexpected calls caught her and Jeff right in the middle of lovemaking. Vickie toyed with the idea of putting a sign on the doorbell that read: If you didn't phone first-don't ring.
One night she just ignored the doorbell. It rang a half a dozen times but after a while whoever it was got discouraged and seemingly went away. At least that's what she thought. So she bent back down over the couch and resumed her sucking of Jeff's big cock. He was right in the middle of cumming in her mouth when the cursed doorbell rang again. Seconds later there was a key in the lock and the building manager walked into the room accompanied by Jane Stevenson, one of her busybody, do-gooder friends. She and Jeff managed to cover up and hoped that it wasn't too obvious to the unwelcome visitors just what form of activity they had so rudely interrupted. Fortunately, they both had on robes at the time.
"I saw your lights on and then you didn't answer the door. I was worried that you might be sick or dead, or something," Jane sputtered in nervous explanation. "I got the manager here to let me in to check on you."
"I suppose I should appreciate your concern for me, Jane," Vickie told her in a voice that was dripping with icicles, "but, frankly, I must admit that I appreciate my privacy more than your concern. We heard the bell but I was helping Jeff cram for a very important exam tomorrow and we didn't want our train of thought interrupted by uninvited guests." She put a very heavy emphasis on the last two words.
Jane and the manager left hurriedly. Vickie didn't see them to the door. Her mouth was still half full of Jeff's hot semen and she was afraid that they might smell it on her breath. She smiled at the thought realizing that it was highly doubtful that either of those two square broads would recognize the smell.
Later that night, Jeff disconnected one of the wires on the doorbell. Meanwhile, back in her own home, Jane Stevenson was busy phoning all of the girls in the club telling them of Vickie's odd behavior and hostile attitude when all she was doing was the neighborly thing and making sure that she was all right. Some of the sharper girls already had their suspicions about Vickie and Jeff. Jane's report only served to strengthen or confirm these ideas. By midnight that night another of Vickie's social bridges had been burned.
Six weeks after Jeff had moved into Vickie's room and bed, her younger sister arrived for a week's visit. Jeff moved back to his room and the sister took his place in the other half of Vickie's big bed. The week seemed like a year. Any thought of sex between mother and son was unthinkable while they had a houseguest. On the fifth day of her visit, Vickie made the excuse that she had to keep a dental appointment. Hopping in the car she picked Jeff up at school and they drove to a small motel over on the other side of town. During the next three hours they fucked twice and went down on each other once. It would have to last them until dear sis went home to Houston. Vickie's correspondence with her family virtually ceased after that. Another bridge had been burned. Soon she and Jeff were an island unto themselves.
They had each other and they didn't need anyone else.
A week before graduation Jeff's school had the Senior Prom in the high school auditorium. Since Jeff was President of his senior class, his attendance at the affair was practically a command performance. Surely it would cause a great deal more than just raised eyebrows if he took his mother as his date for such an affair. He had silently hoped, as the date approached, that he might get lucky and come down with mumps or something so that he didn't have to go. Already Vickie was demonstrating jealousy and suspicion every time he was ten minutes later in getting home. He dreaded to think of what her reaction would be when he announced that he would have to send a girl flowers, pick her up and take her home after a five-or six-hour date. Surely this news would cause the unmentionable commodity to strike the turbine. He was, therefore, very pleasantly surprised to learn that like many of the things we worry about most in life, it never happened.
"Who are you going to take to the Senior Prom?" Vickie asked pleasantly one night. "I do hope you aren't going to squire in that school tramp Sally."
"No, I thought I'd ask Carol Bennett. That seems appropriate since I'm class president and she's class secretary," Jeff mentioned casually.
"Is she pretty?" Vickie prodded.
"Not especially. I really don't know. Frankly, I never paid that much attention to her," he explained.
"She sounds like an ideal date." Vickie said, smiling at her son. "Why don't you get her on the phone right now. It isn't polite to wait until the last minute to invite a girl to such an important function."
Jeff looked very handsome and grown-up in his graduation suit that he was wearing for the first time to the prom. Vickie was very proud of him and wished that he had been preparing to squire her out on the town, instead of spending the night dancing with that stupid little girl. Maybe she wasn't as much of a Plain Jane as Jeff had described her. What if she rubbed her tits up against him while they danced and Jeff got a hard-on. Vickie knew how easily he was aroused. She drove herself crazy conjuring up mental images of her son-lover engaging in sex with some other female. It promised to be a long lonely evening for her, waiting there in the apartment for him to come home from a date with another woman.
It was the first time that Jeff had been allowed to use the car at night and alone. Vickie had gotten it washed for the occasion and had given him five dollars. He figured that she planned to give him enough for soft drinks and perhaps a hamburger on the way home but not enough for a motel room. She worried so about him. In a way it flattered his masculine ego that she should be so jealous of him.
Carol Bennett looked very nice in her ice blue satin dress, wearing the gardenia corsage that he had sent her. The dress revealed that she didn't have much of a figure, but then that didn't really matter since she didn't have much of a face, either. She was the type that mothers describe as "a nice wholesome-looking girl." Too bad Vickie couldn't see her now. She could relax and stop worrying.
The prom turned out to be a real drag. Everyone around Jeff suddenly seemed so juvenile. He hadn't realized how much his new relationship with his mother had matured him until he looked about at his contemporaries. They were mere children. A couple of times during the evening he danced with Sally. It was hard for him to realize that she had ever turned him on. A couple of months before he had thought that she was the sexiest dish around. Now he had been spoiled by a real woman and Sally left him cold. Even when she slid her hand down and squeezed his cock while they were dancing and whispered in his ear, "I've missed you, Jeff. Let's sneak out of here and go out to the parking lot and fuck in the back of the car. If you'll give me a real good screwing, the way you used to, I'll suck your cock later and let you cum in my mouth and I'll even swallow it."
"Thanks, Sally. Maybe later. Right now I've got some class business to take care of," he explained and broke away from the young nympho.
Jeff was frankly bored to death and the time dragged terribly. At one point he was on the verge of suggesting to Carol that they leave and he take her home. It seemed to him that the night should be over. When he looked at his watch he could hardly believe that it was only nine-thirty.
At ten o'clock Jeff went to the phone booth and dialed his home number. Vickie's voice sounded funny when she answered. He wasn't yet sufficiently experienced in such matters to recognize the fact that she was quite drunk.
"Just thought I'd check up on you and see if you were okay. I'm not used to having to leave you alone at night and I worry about you," he told her.
"Oh, Jeff, how sweet. You're very conshider-rate." She seemed to have trouble with the word. "Are you having a good time?"
"Yeah, sure. This place is about as much fun as an open grave," he' said, laughing. "I'd really much rather be home with you."
"Thash nisch," she mumbled into the phone. "I'll be here waitin' when you get through playin' with the lil' kids." She laughed and they hung up.
When Jeff walked back into the gym he saw Sally walking out towards the parking lot with Bob Randall, one of the basketball players. He doubted that they were simply on their way out to get a breath of fresh air.
After Jeff's phone call, Vickie poured herself a fresh drink. Why had he phoned her? Was it really a nice gesture of concern for her, or something else. He was nobody's dummy, that boy. Maybe he had just wanted to check up and make sure that she was home and not outside the gym keeping an eye on him. Probably at this very moment, now that he felt safe, he was taking some stupid young cunt out to the car to suck on her tits and play with her pussy and then fuck her with that beautiful big cock of his. Yes, that had to be it. That's the only way his call made any sense. Well, she would show the young man that he wasn't the only smart member of the family. No young broad was going to make out with him tonight while he had her stashed safely at home. She got dressed quickly and phoned for a cab. She killed the drink and was waiting on the sidewalk in front of the building when it pulled up.
If anyone saw her in the school parking lot opening the door of her car she could always say that she had left some important papers in the car when she loaned it to Jeff and needed them to work on at home. Halfway across the lot she recognized Sally with a young man. They were returning to the dance from the parking lot. She drew closer and was relieved to see that the boy was too tall to be her Jeff. When she located the car she didn't know whether she was disappointed or delighted to find it empty. There was a noise in the car behind her. She turned to look. In the back seat a young girl in her first-party dress was busy sucking the cock of a boy in his graduation suit. She didn't have to look at the boy's face. The cock was much too small for it to be her Jeff. She watched, fascinated for a minute.
She felt silly now and sneaked from the lot, hoping nobody would recognize her and tell Jeff that she had been there checking up on him. She had to walk two blocks to find a cab stand and get herself home. She hated herself for being so crazy jealous. She realized that her attitude was typical of that of any lover in an illicit relationship. Their affair was terribly important to them and yet, due to its social nature, they had to control it on a hair-thin tether. Insecurity always breeds worry. She drowned her worries in Scotch while she waited for her lover-son to get home from his big date.
Jeff came in a little before midnight. The moment he had closed the door Vickie lunged unsteadily at him. He had never seen her so drunk. She dropped to her knees in front of him and ripped his fly open and yanked out his cock which she swooped instantly into her mouth. It was her planned test. She wanted to make sure that his balls hadn't been recently drained. His rapid erection and quick cum into her wanton mouth left little doubt that he hadn't been chip-pying on her tonight. She felt a little silly for having been such a doubting old bitch. She wondered what she might have done if she had tasted pussy juice on his prick. The thought was too painful so she dismissed it from her mind while Jeff led his poor intoxicated mother to bed. Little streams of his hot white cum ran from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin to drop off onto her outthrust tits. She got the hiccups and some of the frothy jism even came out of her nostrils. She passed out moments after he got her tucked into bed and he crawled in beside her.
Perhaps the next day he'd get up his nerve to propose fucking her up the ass.