Chapter 2
For the next two weeks I was consumed by an unbearable passion. The vision of Janice's sweet body served as a constant torment. I found myself unable to concentrate on my schoolwork and at basketball practice I performed so horribly that the coach threatened to drop me from the team.
My parents thought that I was ill when they noticed the way I lost my appetite and suggested that I consult a doctor. How could I explain to them the real source of my malady? Could they possibly understand my incestuous desires? Would they forgive me if I confessed the sin that I had committed? Even more important, could I possibly forgive myself for what I had done that Thursday afternoon to Janice?
I found myself torn apart by two conflicting emotions, and there seemed no way to resolve them. On the one hand I detested myself for what had happened, and on the other I was eager for more of the same.
There were many times during those two weeks when I almost lost control, and found myself walking toward Janice's room. It was by sheer will alone that I was able to resist my impulses.
When my sister saw the anxiety on my face, she only laughed. All day long she taunted me with her wicked eyes. When the two of us were alone she would ask: "Don't you like me anymore, Bobby? Why don't you come into my room tonight and have a good time? Don't you want to?"
The bitch wouldn't let me rest. Sometimes she left her bedroom door open, and undressed when I walked by. Other times she would sit down in the living room, opposite me, and spread her legs wide apart when we were alone. Underneath she would be completely naked, so that I could see all the way up her legs, right to her naked cunt.
One night, a rainy evening two weeks later, I found myself tossing and turning on my sweaty sheets, unable to fall asleep. I tried counting sheep, but that didn't help. I tried to read, but the words blurred in front of my eyes, turning into an incredible vision of Janice's luscious body.
I looked up at the clock on my bureau, and saw that it was a quarter past two in the morning. I finally got out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen where I fixed myself a cheese sandwich with a glass of cold milk.
By the time I finished eating, a half hour had elapsed and I felt a little better. I sat back and stared blankly at the white kitchen tiles, trying, to drive all thoughts from my mind. I just wanted to relax, and perhaps then I would be able to fall into a peaceful sleep. I decided that as soon as school was dismissed at the end of June, I would pack my clothes and hitchhike to Canada. If I got away from my sister, maybe my sanity could be restored? Maybe I would be able to forget all about her.
Suddenly a soft, creaky sound disturbed me. I checked the front door and the windows, thinking that it might be a burglar. No one was there. Was the sound coming from Janice's room? I walked over to the threshold, but all was quiet. She was fast asleep, dreaming about whatever young girls dream about.
It was at that moment that I saw a shadowy light that was coming through the partly opened door of my parent's bedroom. I tiptoed over to look-and what I saw, shocked me beyond belief! My parents have always been rather bland people, and I have never thought of them as having sex together.
I could see, through the crack in the door, my father sitting on the bed, with his feet dangling over the side, completely naked. His cock was rather small and limp, hanging like a worm on two large rocks.
My mother was standing with her back towards me, her full, fleshy buttocks, dimpling as she moved. From what I saw of her, she was a rather attractive woman for someone in her late forties, with a round voluptuous body, and clean white skin that seemed to sparkle in the light. In fact there were only slight traces of flab to be found on her back and along her thighs. Otherwise, she was rather well preserved. Her long red hair was tied in a bandana (the only thing that she was wearing) , and she stood in front of my father holding a pair of yellow panties.
"What's the matter Alex?" she said. "Every night it's the same thing. Can't you do it to me?"
My father replied: "I don't know what's wrong? I went to the doctor, and he said that I was completely healthy. He thinks that the two of us have fallen into a rut, and that's why I can't get it hard."
"Are you trying to say that it's my fault," my mother whispered hoarsely.
"No, I'm not saying that. It's just that the doctor said that we should experiment more with other positions. He says that the two of us should learn how to relax more, and not try so hard. He said that I shouldn't worry so much about it."
"But it's been almost a month now, and you still haven't improved. Can't you get an erection?"
"Sometimes I do," whispered my father. "In the office, when I see the secretaries walk by in their short skirts, you should see the way I pop up."
"So why can't you do it now?"
"I'm bored... Can't we try some new things, honey? Maybe that will wake me up."
"You're bored? You have some nerve...."
"Listen," my father sighed. "There's no point getting angry. We ought to discuss this like two mature people. The doctor told me that many couples get into a rut after twenty years of marriage, and unless they experiment, sex becomes uninteresting."
"What kind of experiments did he have in mind?"
"He suggested that we try oral sex."
My mother threw her arms into the air: "Are you going to start that again? Do you expect me to take your pecker into my mouth? What kind of woman do you think I am?"
"Oh, come off it," my father laughed. "You make everything sound so goddamn awful. What's so wrong about taking it into your mouth? Animals do it."
"Well..." my mother stammered. "I'm not an animal. I still have a sense of decency. I've told you many times in the past that if you wanted a blowjob, you know where you can go."
"Come off it," my father whispered angrily. "I don't want to have sex with a prostitute. I love you, and I want you to do it to me. C'mon! Why don't you try it? I mean, what do you have to lose? If you don't like it after the first time, then we can try something else."
"No," my mother repeated, stamping her feet. "I refuse to take your cock into my mouth. I don't care what anyone says. After all, we wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you. Why the hell can't you get it hard?"
"Oh shut up," my Father snapped back. "Don't you go blaming me again. Do you think that I want to be impotent? Do you think I enjoy it?"
My mother paced back and forth across the room, biting her fingers as she moved.
"Did the Doctor tell you anything else?" she asked. "Maybe we can try some other thing?"
"Well, he suggested cunnilingus," whispered my father.
"What's that?"
"You know what it is," sighed my father. "He wants me to suck you. He wants me to lick your vagina. He thinks that I might get turned on that way."
My mother started to laugh: "What does he think we are? Perverts or something? What kind of a doctor is he?"
"Don't be impossible, Edith," my father said. "I think that he's a very intelligent man. I mean, what harm could there be, if you let me suck you? I've always wanted to do it, but I was afraid to ask because I knew how you would react."
"But it's perverted, isn't it? How could you possibly enjoy licking my hole? It's all smelly and wet down there."
"But that's just it," my father whispered. "I like the way it smells. Sometimes, when I stick my finger inside, I pull it out and smell it. I tell you, Edith, the aroma drives me crazy. I like the way your pussy smells."
My mother turned around and sat on the bed, beside my father. Her breasts were large, and deliciously white. They jiggled and danced when she moved, and I watched the way her nipples stiffened till they were as hard as hazel nuts.
From where I was watching, I had a rather good view of her cunt, and I could make out the delightfully moist folds that guarded the opening. She was a large woman, like my sister Janice, and I could see the glistening drops of syrup that flowed out of the vaginal orifice, onto the sides of her buttery thighs. A lush, dark red pubic forest grew above her slit, and the strands of hair seemed to shimmer and glow in the shadowy light that came from the lamp on the bureau.
"Well?" my father asked, turning towards her. "Will you let me do it to you?"
My mother took the yellow panties that she had been clutching in her hand and she rubbed it between her legs, moving it back and forth against her slit. After several seconds the fabric grew damp. She picked up the panties and she put them next to my father's mouth.
"Do you like the way they smell?" she asked. "You know, sometimes I get turned on by the smell myself. I never told anyone about it."
"Really?" my father said, breathing deeply as he filled his nostrils with the fragrant aroma that rose from the panties.
"Oh," my mother continued. "I might as well confess. Sometimes, when I'm all alone in the bathroom, I stick my finger in my hole till it's very wet and then I lick it dry. I've always enjoyed the smell of your jockey shorts, or the smell of Bobby's underwear."
"I didn't know that," my father said.
"Yes," my mother nodded. "Very often, before I go to the laundry, I'll sift through the clothes for Janice's panties, or your shorts and I'll smell them. Would you believe that I can get an orgasm that way."
I could see my father's limp cock begin to rise. He threw his arms around my mother and kissed her on her neck and throat, letting his face fall to her large breasts. He kissed each of them, sucking them into his mouth, biting on them with his teeth and licking them with his long tongue.
"What brought that on?" my mother suddenly asked. She was sitting on the bed, with her legs over the side, spread wide apart. She began to giggle, as my father went down on his knees, in front of her, so that his face was on the same level as her cunt.
"Oh, Alex," she laughed. "You're not going to do it, are you?"
"Yes," my father replied.
"I'm afraid, Alex." she cried.
My father got up, and picked up the yellow panties that were lying on the bed.
"Open your mouth," he said.
When my mother opened her mouth, he took the moist undergarment, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it inside.
"For heaven's sake, Edith!" he exclaimed. "Shut up, while I do it to you!"
He got down on his knees again, and started to kiss her legs. First he kissed her toes, and the soles of her feet, and then his mouth traveled upwards, along the soft, trembling flesh of her calves, till he reached her milky white thighs. I could see the way he sniffed the area first, before continuing. He breathed deeply, as he pulled her legs wide apart. He kissed and bit her simultaneously, and she began to moan softly.
Gently, my father's face traveled up her leg, across the broad expanse of her trembling inner thighs, till he was only inches away from the reddish crack that waited for his lips. He hesitated at first, and then he fell upon it, like a lion upon a lamb. He pressed his lips against her slit and kissed it hard. As he licked her wildly between her legs, my mother's hands reached up for her breasts.
It was almost as though she were engaged in a mastubatory fantasy. While my father licked her cunt, she manipulated her breasts with her fingers. She squeezed the white flesh and pinched them anxiously. I could see the way she grabbed her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, applying an exhilarating friction to their surface.
She pinched them delightfully, throwing back her head, licking her lips with her tongue.
"Ahhhhhh..." she cried, squeezing her legs around my father's neck. She began to bounce up and down on the bed, pushing her cunt into his face. I heard the slurping sound that came from my father's tongue. He licked the hole with a wild, uncontrollable passion. He kissed it, and bit into the soft folds of her labia with his eager mouth. I could see small drops of perspiration form on his back, as he continued to eat that heavenly meal.
"Are you hard yet?" my mother suddenly asked. My father continued to suck her cunt for awhile longer, and then he pushed her legs apart and got up.
"Are you hard?" she asked again. Then she looked and when she saw his erection, she squealed with delight.
"It's just beautiful," she laughed. "You're in full bloom again. Now we can really have some fun."
Wearing only a bandana around her hair, my mother looked twenty years younger at that moment. It was as though she wasn't my mother, but a young beautiful stranger. I could feel myself grow full with desire, as I stared at her naked body. I wanted to rush into the room and jump on top of her. I wanted to grab hold of her pear shaped breasts and fondle and caress them. I wanted to make love to her, and I wanted her to make love to me.
Frozen in place, I knew that I was dreaming an impossible dream. She would never be mine, and I would never make love to her.
I continued to watch as she put out her hand to my father and pulled him into bed.
"Did you like the way I smelled?" she asked.
"It was delicious," my father replied. "It was really great sucking your pussy. We've got to do it more often."
"I'll say we do!" my mother exclaimed. She reached down and she grabbed hold of my father's tool, squeezing it with all her might. Soon she started to rub it. First slowly, then more vigorously. She reached underneath, to his trembling balls, and tickled them with her fingers.
"How does that feel?" she asked. "Do you like it when I rub your cock?"
"It feels good," he replied, brimming with confidence. He kissed my mother on her mouth, as his arms fell around her waist. He reached down and stroked her ass. He squeezed her buttocks, as he kissed her again and again on her lips and on her chin and on her nose.
"Honey," he whispered. "I've got an idea that I'd like to try out. Don't get angry at me when I tell you."
"Don't worry," my mother replied. "Just as long as you don't ask me to take your cock into my mouth."
"No it's not that," my father explained. "But you know that whenever we screw, we always do it with me lying on top of you. I think that we should change positions. Did you ever see the way dogs do it?"
"You mean, from the back?"
"Exactly," my father whispered. "I'd like to fuck you from the back. It would be lots of fun, don't you think?"
My mother was a bit skeptical at first, but then she finally nodded her head in agreement. She climbed onto the bed, finally crouching on her hands and knees with her buttocks, shining like two half moons, toward my father. He bent over and kissed them. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart, and he inserted his finger into her anus, and then into her vaginal orifice.
"Are you going to be able to get it into me?" my mother suddenly asked. "Will you be able to get it into my cunt from the back?"
"I think so," smiled my father. He bent over and licked the crack of her ass with his tongue. Then, he nuzzled his face between her legs and kissed her wet pussy lips.
"Here goes," he whispered, as he drove his prick into her from behind. First he got it underneath her legs, and then he drove it up, like an arrow, straight into her slit. He reached underneath and cupped his palms around her breasts as he continued to push back and forth with his entire body.
My mother seemed to come alive when the penetration was made and she responded to every one of his movements with a movement of her own. She shook her hips as she pulled on his cock with her entire body. The two of them continued in that position for almost fifteen minutes, engaged in a beautiful physical exercise.
I watched, feeling horny as hell. Suddenly, I reached into my pajamas and grabbed hold of my cock. It was stiff as a rock, and very, very hot. I began to stroke it, as I stared at the two figures on the bed. I rubbed softly with my moist palms, pulling at the searing hot flesh.
It didn't take long for me to come. Suddenly, uncontrollably, the white cream just spurted out. My heart was beating like a jackhammer, and my entire body felt weak as the sperm gushed out of the head.
When it was over, I was wet inside and a big yellowish stain began to appear at the fly of my blue pajamas. I felt a little bit ashamed for what I had done, but I was mostly exhausted. I continued to watch for awhile longer out of curiosity, and then I got up and softly tiptoed away from the door.
When I got to my room, I pulled off my pajamas and wiped myself clean. Then I jumped into bed, underneath the covers, completely naked. It was hard for me to fall asleep, as I continued to think of my mother, and then of my sister. Evil thoughts grew in my mind. I had already made it with Janice. Why not with my mother? Was it really an impossible dream? After all, she was only a woman, with a woman's needs. She always seemed to like me very much-I was really her favorite child.
Could I really make it with her, I wondered. The consequences of such action did not really interest me. It was as though, since that Thursday afternoon, I had been transformed into a devilish fiend without any sense of morality. I closed my eyes and very soon fell into a troubled sleep.