Chapter 4
The next Saturday night they went to Marianne's for dinner. Afterwards they talked over the paint job she needed in her apartment. They decided the weekend after next Matthew could help her. Matthew could hardly wait.
During that week between exchanged dinners, Matthew and Lisa had a thing going. Three times they'd slept together. Each time Lisa begged Matt to let her play with him and make him come. Matt found that what Lisa loved doing was licking his cock clean of all the jism afterwards. Lisa would gently squeeze out the last drop and then slurp it up like a kitty at a milk bowl. Lisa would even lick off the really long shots of cum that would sometimes splash onto Matthew's belly or dribble into his pubic hair when the flow became too much even for Lisa to keep in her stroking palm.
The following Saturday night Matthew and Lisa waited in their separate beds for their mother's light to go out. Sarah was reading one of her porno books and giving her clit a real workout. At last, though, she fell asleep but forgot to hide the book. Matt and Lisa drifted off to sleep waiting, also. It was too bad because Lisa had very much wanted to try some new ideas of cock stroking on her brother to see if she could make him cum and spurt even more and farther than last night. Lisa couldn't seem to get enough cum to satiate her newly awakened taste buds. Cum, to Lisa, was like a thick hot fudge sundae with lots of whipped cream that she could smear all over her lips and face when it got real good. Lisa wanted to drink her brother's cum forever.
Matthew was awakened by a smashing of glass. He knew it was Owen. Through the two bathroom doors between his room and his mother's Matthew could hear Owen ranting and raving. Matthew was less afraid for his mother this time because it sounded as if Owen were really blotto.
Gradually Owen's slurred ravings fell into a mumble and then silence. He must have passed out mercifully. Matthew could hear his mother struggling to undress him and put Owen decently to bed. Matthew wanted to kill Owen as he slept. But he feared him even then. Matthew felt like a coward hiding behind his mother. Matthew told himself he should forget about what his mother kept saying. It was getting too out of hand now and Matt knew his mother couldn't really handle Owen anymore. It was certain now that some night Owen would really harm his mother. And maybe his sister Lisa, too. Matthew knew he would soon have to take the initiative to prevent this or else when it happened he would never be able to forgive himself. Never!
But for now Matt knew his mother was all right and that alone put him at ease. He flipped on the radio, keeping the volume down. Lately Matthew would listen to music and let the rhythms send him into dreaming about fucking Marianne and sometimes even his big sister Lisa. There were even flashes about dicking his big titted mother Sarah. Matthew's hand began stroking his cock this time, too.
The noise coming from his mother's room had awakened Lisa also. She waited for the sound of her mother putting Owen to bed to cease before she dared slip out of her nightie and into her shorty robe, pretending to be on her way to the kitchen. Then Lisa slipped out her door into the hallway and padded toward Matthew's room. Lisa was surprised to see the negligeed figure of her mother already standing at Matthew's slightly opened door. She was wearing the full length gown Marianne had given her.
"Mother?" whispere Lisa.
"Lisa!? What are you doing up?" Sarah said, startled.
"I was going to get a drink of water, Mom," Lisa said walking up to her mother. "Are you all right, Mom, I mean, about Owen."
Sarah put her arm around Lisa. "Yes, I'm all right, Lisa. Owen wasn't too hard to handle tonight."
"Yeah, he was out of it tonight, wasn't he?"
Lisa's frankness could only silence her mother on that topic. Then Sarah said awkwardly as they went out to the living room sofa together, "Lisa, do you mind if I sleep with you tonight? I can't move him another inch."
"Sure, Mom," said Lisa.
They both sat there on the sofa for several minutes holding hands silently, trying to secure one another from Owen and secretly trying to get back to Matthew, the real man of the house now. Both women, mother and daughter, wanted the same thing. They wanted to go into Matt's room and get into bed with him, to feel his big muscular male body pressed into theirs, making them feel safe and warm and excited.
"It's late, Mom. Let's get some sleep," said Lisa.
As they went through the hallway Sarah said, "Better check on Matt."
They padded toward his door. The crack in the door was at a bad angle for them to see Matthew, so Sarah nudged it open a little more without making any noise except for the door brushing over the carpet.
The glow of the moonlight through the open blinds soon helped Sarah and Lisa adjust their vision. Their breaths halted instantly at what they saw. Sarah quickly reached to pull the door shut again but Lisa put her hand on her mother's to stop her. Sarah stopped almost gratefully.
Wordlessly something of their mutual desire was communicated between them. Both of them looked at Matthew there on the bed stroking his huge hard prick, looked at him not as a son or a brother but as the man they wanted to fuck with, the man they both wanted fucking them between their willingly spread thighs to a beautifully wet, creamy, moaning cum.
Matthew's dick got bigger and harder and closer to coming right before their eyes. His hips were pumping up and down on the bed. Sarah and Lisa melted into one another. Their breasts molded into each other. Matthew began sighing deeply, though he was trying to stifle it. Matthew's voice finally cracked and his body heaved up ecstatically. His hand gripped his gigantically hard cock and jerked it upward. Sarah and Lisa then saw a huge spurt of thick whitish cum shoot from his cockhead. Then another cumshot spewed out into the air and splattered onto his hand. Three more rich, gooey wads spurted out and Matthew's hand and arm drooled with his own cum. Matthew was moaning the whole time, "O mother, mother!"
Sarah jerked her head away and into the crook of Lisa's neck. Lisa held her mother tightly and kissed her cheek, trying to comfort her. Then Lisa drew her off to the side out of line of the open doorway and helped her to bed. Neither wanted Matthew to know they had been watching him do to himself what they both wanted him to be doing every day and night to them deep inside their hot quivering squeezing cunts.
Soon after he came Matthew fell asleep. He even forgot to wipe off the thick mess of cum on the sheets which Sarah marveled at later that week when she did the wash. A few hours later Matthew's alarm went off and he left to deliver his papers. As soon as he got back he went back to sleep. But shortly thereafter he began to have a dream about their house crashing down around him and people screaming. He jolted up to find Lisa shaking him.
"Matthew, Matthew, come quick," she was crying. "It's Owen. He's gone crazy. He's beating Mom bad."
"Come back here, you little slut," Matthew heard Owen shouting through the door connecting Lisa and Matt's rooms. Matthew then heard a loud smack.
"Owen, please, please stop!!" Sarah cried.
Lisa ran back into her room and Matthew followed. Lisa went toward her mother but Owen swung at her with one of the new hardbound books their mother had bought them and knocked her back into Matthew and onto the floor. Then Owen dropped the book and turned menacingly toward his wife. Sarah was curled into a protective cocoon on the bed.
Matt couldn't decide whether to help Lisa or his mother. He quickly bent down to-Lisa and patted her cheeks.
"No, no, Matty," she mumbled, her eyes glassy, "help Mom. Quick! Help mother!"
Matthew looked up and saw Owen go for Sarah.
"Sarah, you bitch, I'm going to beat the hell out of you. You held money out on me and bought this trash with it. I told you never to lie to me, Sarah, you dirty cunt!!"
Owen reached down and grabbed Sarah's long hair. He yanked up.
"OOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!" Sarah wailed, scratching at his gripping hands.
Owen saw she was vulnerable and smacked her face again hard. He slapped her again. Sarah's nose started spurting blood.
"And those porno books, you filthy whore!" Owen spit out at her. "You never were any good, you fucking slut."
Suddenly Owen's free hand, which was now smeared with Sarah's blood, was yanked away from behind. Matthew jerked on Owen's arm and whirled him around. Like an animal protecting his own Matthew attacked. He balled his fists together and gave Owen one savage shot in the chest like a battering ram. Owen sailed over the end of the bed and onto the floor, hitting his jaw on the bed board as he went. His face seeped blood as he hit the floor. Owen struggled up and came toward Matt again. Matthew swiftly knead him in the groin and then in the head as he was doubled over in pain. Owen flew backwards and crashed into the double closet doors, splintering one of them right off its hinges. Finally Owen slumped lifelessly to the floor and rolled over onto his face.
Matthew stood there, fists clenched, on his toes leaning over Owen. If Owen had so much as twitched, Matthew would probably have killed him right then. If he hadn't already, that is.
That is what Sarah and Lisa feared as they crushed one another on the bed. Matthew finally turned to them and knelt on the bed with them. He put his arms around them both and the two women began sobbing. Matt cried, too, silently.
Matthew helped both their shaking forms up out of the bed and led them toward the door. Sarah held back, wanting to tend to Owen, to at least keep him from choking in his own blood.
"Mother!!" Matthew nearly shouted as he grabbed her arm harshly and moved her away, "I'll take care of this. You get into the living room with Lisa and sit down. AND DON'T MOVE!! Lisa, you fix mother and yourself something strong to drink. Whiskey!"
Lisa was looking up at her brother scared stiff. "Is he dead, Matthew?"
"No, he is not dead, Lisa! Now do as I tell you!"
Both women did exactly as Matthew told them.
Matthew went to the phone in the hallway and called the police. Matthew told them precisely what happened except for one thing. They said they would be right there. Matthew hung up and went back to Lisa's room. He then got rid of the paperback Owen had been waving around threateningly before Matthew had come into the room. The title was The Sensuous Mother. Matthew then helped his two women get cleaned up.
The police and the ambulance were prompt and efficient. Owen was gone in twenty minutes. The police interviewed all three Wilkers. None of them mentioned Sarah's porno book. When the police left, Matthew told them to give Mr. Snell a message. It was that he need not bother to come back ever and that his belongings would be in storage at his expense.
After the official ordeal was over, Matthew went back inside to find Lisa and his mother in Lisa's bedroom trying to make each other back into something feminine again. Lisa was brushing her mother's hair as she sat in front of the mirror on the vanity table. Surveying his new domain, Matthew liked what he saw.
"Lisa," Matthew said, "go fix Mom another drink."
Lisa handed the brush to her mother and went immediately to do Matthew's biding.
Matthew stood behind his mother with his hands on her shoulders. They looked at one another in the mirror, Sarah began to cry softly. Matthew felt strong and protective. Sarah stood up from the stool and stepped around to Matthew. She slipped her arms around his powerful neck and put her lips up to his, waiting for him Jo kiss her manfully. He did.
Matthew's arms went around very low across his Mom's hips and held that trim expanse of firm ass in his big hands. His mouth went in hard against hers and they were united at last. Sarah had forgotten herself finally. Their tongues met and entwined, wet and slippery. Sarah felt Matt's penis pressed into her womb and Matthew thrilled to the feel of his own Momma's ripe, heavy breasts mashing and nipple-poking into his broad chest.
They both heard Lisa coming back with the drink and with a wordless understanding of more to come parted before she entered. It was not that they were ashamed but rather than they should not hurry such a drastic change upon themselves especially after ejecting Owen.
Matthew had decided the Wilkers should celebrate their new freedom from Owen. He ordered preparations for a trip to the mountains for the day and evening.