Chapter 7
On that same Saturday in the afternoon Owen put his last twenty-five dollars down as a deposit on a house to rent. He promised the landlady he would have the rest by Monday.
At eleven that night while Matthew and Marianne fucked and slept in each others arms, Owen rolled two skidrow drunks. His take was eighty-nine cents. The last one he kicked in the groin after rifling his lint-filled pockets.
Owen decided he had to take a chance. In another alley several blocks away he waited and watched. The liquor store across the street closed at two in the morning. At a quarter of two the last minute rush of drunks and partygoers began.
Owen went in quickly and went toward the beer cooler in the back of the store. He slipped through the curtained door into the stockroom. He hid in the very back, taking off his coat and stuffing it into a partially empty liquor box so the owner would not recognize him as easily. Then he put on a woolen stocking cap and a nylon over that. He pulled out the pocket knife he'd ripped off the first drunk.
The owner closed up and let his one assistant go out the back door. Owen heard a car revving up and leaving. The owner watched through the door to make sure nobody jumped his assistant. He locked the door. He turned around. Instantly Owen had the knife blade poked up under his chin.
"Cut off the lights, old man," Owen hissed.
The man's lip trembled as he stepped over to the breaker box and flipped the switches.
"Leave the power on for the register, old man."
"All right, all right," the voice quavered.
Owen pushed the man out to arm's length and stiff-armed him out to the cash register in the darkness. Only the dim street lamp provided any light. That's all Owen needed.
"OPEN IT!!"
The old man rung it open and Owen emptied it, stuffing bills into his pockets. He couldn't see the denominations. He only heard the crackling of bills, faintly like a fire giving him a reprieve from the coming cold.
"Now the other drawer, Mac!"
The old man rung it open, too. Inside was pistol.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Owen grabbed the nearest bottle on the counter and crashed it into the oldman's head. He crumpled, his mouth gaping in shock. On the floor the side of his head oozed his blood into the bourbon and shattered glass.
Owen grabbed the gun. Madness gripped him and he pointed the pistol down at the old man.
"You used up pile of shit," he growled in the darkness.
Suddenly he stopped his squeeze on the trigger. He smiled to himself, thinking about how he could scare the shit out of Sarah, or Matthew, or Lisa-or even that black bitch Marianne.
The next morning Owen left his room without paying his bill. He did pay his new landlady, however. He did not want any hassles from her. He wanted that house. Not because it was quaintly secluded on a curling road halfway up a tree-covered hill. Not because it was a steal. Not because he could have children or pets.
Owen wanted this house because from the kitchen window he could see clearly at the bottom of the hill the house he had lived in for the past six years.
That same Saturday night very late Marianne was lying naked on her stomach in her king-sized bed. Her legs were spread wide apart. Matthew was behind her, deep between her legs, his stiff penis fucking her wet, drooling pussy.
"Just be still, honey," she whispered. "Don't rush things. We've got all night to fuck, baby."
"But it's throbbing so much, Marianne. It'll go by itself. I can't stop it."
"You'd better, big boy. A real man can hold his mud, Matthew," she retorted. Then more gently she instructed, "You can hold on if you really want, lover. You're too tense. Just let your weight down onto me. There, that's it. Relax. Hmmm, you're heavy. But it's nice and hard and muscly."
They lay there breathing slowly, buried together in Marianne's depths.
The phone rang. It was Sarah.
"How's it going, Marianne?"
"You're six hours too late, Sarah."
"What happened? Where's Matthew? Did he leave?"
Marianne laughed. "No, no, stop with the panic! Nothing is wrong. Believe me, it's all right," she said as she gave Matthew a squeeze with her pussy muscles.
"Please tell me everything, Marianne," Sarah begged.
Matthew knew it was his mother. He kept quiet, not sure of his mother's true feelings yet, despite Marianne's revelations to him earlier. He tensed again but his mind left Marianne's pussy, though the tension made him throb inside her rhythmically. He got longer still in her cunt but he did not come. He wanted only to eavesdrop. Marianne was the one fighting her surge of cumlust.
Nevertheless, she detailed the day for Sarah, leaving out nothing. Her voice became more and more breathless. Her tale of seduction plus Matthew's cock throbbing and growing and jolting inside her at that very moment made her hot to moan for a good pounding from behind.
"Damn, Marianne," exclaimed Sarah, "you're making me get wet just listening."
"Well, do something about it, silly."
On the other end Sarah slid her panties off and propped herself against the head of her bed with her trim legs spread out wide. Her free hand and fingers began tweaking and massaging her reddening, expanding clitoris.
"Sarah, you'll never believe how good your son can eat pussy until...."
"Until I've tried it, right? Oh, Marianne, I'm dying to have him do it to me. Really! Oh, Marianne, he's such a man, isn't he?"
Marianne could only moan a little helplessly in answer, for Matthew's cock kept expanding her cunt. He grew inside Marianne because he had guessed his mother was there at home in his future bed stroking her naked, waiting quim, thinking of him. Marianne's love liquids flowed profusely now and her hot cunt had to move against his love rid.
Struggling to maintain, she spoke.
"Sarah," she sighed, "I showed him sixty-nine and he was beautiful. God, he was magnificent. He came loads. I couldn't swallow it all, lover. I know, I tried."
Sarah sighed back to Marianne empathetically. "Sarah, his cock is a fucking monster. I gagged on it, it was so big. But he didn't let me quit. He held my head down and pumped it into my throat. But I didn't mind. I had never felt a tongue wiggling so far down in my pussy before. It was heaven, Sarah, heaven!"
"Marianne, tell Matthew I love him and to listen to what I've got for him."
"Did you hear that, darling?" sighed Marianne. "Oh, yes, yes, yessss!!" Matthew moaned as he felt his prick squishing back and forth through Marianne's still tight cuntlips.
Marianne then held the receiver out a little for both of them to hear Sarah clearly.
"Listen to me, lovers. Listen," she murmured. In a second they both heard a soft sloppy squishing sound equalling Marianne's.
"Oh, Sarah, baby," Marianne exhaled, "he fucks sooo goooood!"
"He's there now, isn't he, Marianne?"
"Oh, god, yeeessss, Sarah. Deep, deep, deep inside me, too, baby!"
"He has been all along, hasn't he?"
"Yes. And when you started playing with your clit he started getting even bigger still."
"Hhhmmmm, squeeze him once for me, Marianne."
"I can't, Sarah. Honest, his cock is too thick now. I'm so stretched now I ... AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGKKKKKaaaahhhh ... I ... can't," Marianne said, barely surviving the two electric thrusts Matthew gave her from behind.
"Matthew? My love, talk to me. Tell me how it feels fucking Marianne. Speak to me, loverboy mine."
"Momma, Momma," he called out, still fucking. "Are you fucking her good, lover?" his mother coaxed.
"Oh, yes, Momma! I love you. I want to fuck with you, Momma! You're so lovely and sexy. So is Marianne."
"Fuck her hard, baby! Make her squeal for
"Oh, yes, Momma, I will," he said as he kept on ramming into Marianne's cunt in back.
"Pretend it's me, lover," whispered his mother.
"Oh, Momma, yessss!! YYYEESSSSSSS!!!"
Matthew bit his lip and began pounding it to Marianne in earnest.
Marianne succumbed. The phone fell away from her hand. Her hands tore into and gripped the sheets. His each thumping, smacking hump made her wince in joyous hurt. On the other end Sarah began cumming, in harmony to Marianne's muffled screams of delight and Matthew's throaty, spurting grunts. He answered her silent question.
"OH, MOMMA, I'M CUMMING, CUMMING ... INSIDE HER ... DEEP ... GOOOOD ... FUCKING HER ... OOOOHHH, MOMMA, IT'S ... IT'S ... IT'S SHOOTING ... NOW!! ... AND NOW!! ... OH, MOMMA!!!!"
Marianne suddenly began throwing her hips up and back at her boy lover.
"OH, AND ME TOO, SARAH LOVE! OH, YESSS, ME TOO!! I CAN FEEELLL IT SHOOTING, SPURTING, HOT, DROOLING, BURNING MY CUNT, BABY, BURNING IT SOOOO GOOOOOOD!!"
Sarah came with them, three fingers buried deep inside her incestuous cunt. As she squealed and writhed and came, the love drool flowed down her crack onto the bedsheets. She wanted to mix it with her son's. She dreamed of him being her own sweet motherfucker. His loving cock would soon replace her own fingers and he would be her son and her lover at the same time.
That weekend Owen began his vigil. He became bleary-eyed. The cigarette butts littered the sink to his side. His belly growled to a standstill.
He could have eaten or gone and bought a cheap pair of binoculars. But he might have missed his chance at the bottom of the hill. He was lucky the street lights on the corner below were newly installed and bright.
He watched every coming and going. He waited. Sooner or later one of them would stay home alone.
Over and over again Owen kept saying aloud to the emptiness around him, "This time I've got a gun."
That Sunday Matthew stayed with Marianne all day. The paint job actually did get finished and Marianne gave Matthew forty dollars for helping her. But she made him fuck her one last time for it. Matthew had grabbed the two bills from her panties where she had put it to tease him. Then he ripped them off of her and threw her on top of the kitchen table. He fucked her hard right there. She drove him home that evening.
After waving good-bye to Marianne, Matthew and his mother went inside the house. Sarah kissed her son lingeringly on the lips.
Then she said, "I have to take a bath first, Matty."
By himself Matthew wondered if he was really going to get to fuck his own mother on this very night. In the future Matthew would be calling the shots but until Sarah had initiated him into their incestuous loving she could thusly tease and torment.
From her bedroom Sarah called Matthew a short time later. He went in timidly. She was covered only by a sheet. She was naked beneath. Matthew could see his mother's large dark nipples in relief against the white cotton.
"Matthew, sit down here beside your mother. Matthew, we are going to be lovers. Man and wife, sort of. It will be incest. It is forbidden by society but we will love one another as man and woman anyway because it's what we both want more than anything. That's why it took us so long to discover our true feelings. So, if I make you wait a little longer, you won't mind, will you?"
"No, Mom, really I won't."
"Are you sure, Matty? Absolutely sure?"
"Sure, Mom. Why?"
Sarah reached out to her son. The sheet fell away to her waist. Her breasts heaved gently into view only a few inches from Matthew. Matthew's loins stirred anew at his mother's frank, wanton exposure despite his all day bouts with Marianne. Sarah put her lips to Matthew's ear and guided one of his hands to her breast.
"Because for the next week I'm going to tease you to death, Matthew my lover. My big-cocked motherfucking loverboy. Tease you to death!" she whispered while her hand slid up to his growing erection.
"Oh, Momma, don't...."
"Because," she cut him off, "you and Marianne made me very jealous this weekend."
"But you and Marianne planned it yourselves!"
"Matthew, darling, you'll learn that women are changeable and very, very fickle. For that matter, I'm jealous of you and Lisa, too. But Marianne and Lisa are my girls and your girls, too. So, you have to pay dues for them, too."
Sarah now had Matthew's pants undone and his peter raging out into view, all purplish and thick-veined with motherlust.
"Oh, my, but you are going to have a terrible time this coming week, baby. Look at this monster," she teased him as she ran her thumbnail over and over the prepuce of his penis.
"Oh, Momma, don't. Please don't tease me like this. PLEASE!"
"For one whole week, loverboy," she said finally as she leaned back into a stack of pillows at the headboard. "Then I" let you motherfuck me. Until then we'll just have to substitute some things. Come here."
With one hand Sarah guided her son into a straddling position over her belly. His prick still waved like a flagpole.
"Scoot up some, loverman. Momma wants to take care of her baby's big old angry cock for him. That's right."
Matthew's raging penis swayed before his mother's face menacingly as he straddled her large cushiony tits. Sarah slid down more comfortably into the pillows. Now her lips pursed and brushed and moistened the peehole slit at the end of her son's tool. It twitched at her touch.
"My, my, it's so nervous and eager, Matthew," she purred as her slender hands came up to grasp him lightly.
Then as Matthew watched dumbfounded and shocked with mother cuntlust his mother Sarah slipped her lips down around the head of his cock until several thick throbbing inches of it disappeared into her silken mouth. Her mouth now imprisoned his cock, so she let go with her hands and wrapped them around his tightly tensed ass and cupped his cheeks firmly, urging him deeper into her throat.
Matthew genuinely could not help himself against the delight he was feeling. His hips and ass began fucking his mother's velvet, sucking throat, in and out, in and out, faster and faster.
Sarah's hands worked their way deeper into his crack until they discovered her son's pendulously hanging balls from the back way. Gently she spread them apart as much as possible, and held one in each deft hand.
"OH, MOMMA, YOU TEASING BITCH!! GODDAMN YOU!!"
Sarah replied by beginning to milk his full, aching testicles, looking up and smiling as best she could at his ecstatic reaction.
"OOHHH, YOU SWEET MOTHER BITCH!! AAHH ... OOHH ... AH! ... AH! ... COMING! ... CUMMING ... I'M CUMMING, MOMMA!!!"
Sarah gripped his balls, sending spears of pain shooting into his loins but also putting thrust into her son's skull-jarring humpings. Sarah felt his cum spurting into her throat and dribbling down her gullet. She drank and gulped it up hungrily, wanting his every hot drop. But she couldn't. It was impossible.
"OH, MOMMA!!! OH, MOMMA!! DRINK ME DOWN, SUCK ME, DRINK ME!!! OH, SWEET SWEET MOMMALOVE! OOOOOOOHHHH!!!"
Several minutes later Sarah was licking his big dangling prick with her cum-smeared tongue. She cleaned him off thoroughly. Then she began kissing him creamily all over his face, leaving thin streaks of their mixed cum-saliva on his cheeks and lips and throat.
"For one week," she murmured to him, "you'll be getting plenty of that from all three of us girls. Your girls, Matthew, to do with as you please. But only after this week. Until then we'll give you lots of sucking and titties and lips and tongues but no pussy. We agreed to keep you pleased until Saturday night. Then I'll let you motherfuck me any way you want, loverboy. You big fucking stud!"
Sarah melted her tongue deep into Matthew's mouth.
Day in and day out Owen waited and watched. His chance did not come. It would, though. This much he knew.
He waited, hoping for either Lisa or Sarah to be alone in the house, especially at night. That was his time of most terrible need, the need to seek out and punish the objects of his revenge.
Owen saw that black bitch coming over a lot, too. He wouldn't mind giving her a little of what she deserved, too.
Marianne went over several evenings, including Thursday. The day before the new king-sized bed had been delivered. Marianne helped her get a deal on it. She also helped Sarah and the kids arrange it in the paneled basement apartment.
Thursday night that's where Matthew was watching television while the girls were upstairs chatting and preparing he knew not what for him.
The three of them came down together. Matthew's prick began stiffening just from the triple thrill of seeing them enter.
Lisa was wearing her baby blue nightie. As usual she had not bothered to put on the panties and her fleecy bush pouted at him, begging him to break her ripe cherry.
Marianne was wearing another one of her creations. Imagine a pair of panties, very tiny and with no material, just lacy white elastic encircling the hips and diving in a triangle through her legs at her crotch. The triangle of lace framed Marianne's freshly combed and parted black bush. The eye, Matthew's eye, followed the part naturally to the exposed and swollen lips of Marianne's cunt. The girls had probably been playing a little by themselves upstairs.
Sarah came in with only a small dark green towel wrapped around her waist. Her breasts were jiggling as she walked and one leg came through the slit at the side. Fresh drops of shower water were still pooled on her shoulders. She snuggled in beside her son on the new bed. Her long hair had been pinned up casually to keep the water from it and many strands, wet and clinging, had fallen away onto her neck and shoulders. It was so abandoned and sensual that Matthew kissed her deeply, burying her into the pillows. Sarah's leg came up over his, hooking him and exposing her pussy as the towel flap fell away. Instinctively Matthew's fingers slid up to her wet cunt.
That made Sarah squirm loose with the eager, laughing help of Marianne and Lisa, who wanted to start with their own tantalizing, bitchy fun with Matthew. They too were getting their last bits and chances at teasing and luring and seducing their future husband. It was clear to them all now that after Saturday night Matthew's initiation into manful, incestuous dominion over them would be complete. From then on they would be his three concubine-wives to do and play with as he pleased.
Consequently, the three of them made sure Matthew would remember that Thursday night. His mother sucked both of his aching balls into her mouth. At the same time his sister and his Aunt Marianne licked and sucked his nine incher until it was ready to burst in jets of sperm.
Somehow they would always relent just in time.
They knew that the more times they brought Matthew to the brink the more and the farther he would shoot his cum when they finally did bring him to moaning ejaculation.
The denouement was brought on by quite a combo. Again Sarah lay between his legs looking up over his belly at him while she stuffed his massive testicles into her dainty mouth. Lisa and Marianne lightly jacked him to another huge cockstand. They were both wearing deep red lipstick and it smeared around his cockhead as they mouthed him and kissed him wetly, letting the saliva drool over and down his length. They tongued and flicked his prepuce and peehole where clearish droplets of pre-cum kept bubbling out. Whenever a droplet appeared, both the girls hungrily made their tongues leap out for it. Its taste was tangy and exciting.
The clincher was Marianne pushing the tip of her tongue into his cum-peehole while Lisa was sucking his fleshy prepuce in between her lips and rubbing it against her smooth hard teeth. And his mother sucked and massaged his balls in her mouth the while. Matt came.
His mother's squeezing his balls made him spurt dollops of whitish, fiery thick sperm. Auntie Marianne's flicking tongue and lips were instantly coated and smeared with his shooting cum. It drooled down Lisa's cheek and onto her willowy neck. In a few moments the plentiful overflow from Auntie Marianne and Lisa had cascaded down the length of his still jerking, spewing penis and was glistening wetly all around Sarah's bloated mouth. His mother smiled and hummed out her satisfaction against his convulsing sacs.
And then a few hours later that same evening they got him again.
Marianne and Lisa got down between his upraised legs while his mother Sarah straddled his face and watched her daughter and black lesbian lover make love to her son's fucker.
Lisa buried her head deep between his legs and began licking and tonguing her brother's asshole. Then gently she worked her index finger up his asshole. Shortly she had her middle finger shoved up his helpless, squeezing rectum also. They were both in to the last knuckle.
Marianne deep-throated Matthew. Again and again and again she stroked his pillar of a penis with her svelte throat. Her throat muscles rippled and rubbed his whole cock length every time she had his cock sucked in to the hilt.
His sweet mother Sarah soon had her lust-swollen pussylips lowered to her son's face. Feverishly she twitched them back and forth over his darting, achingly extended, penetrating tongue.
Matthew had sixty-nined Marianne. But incest was sweeter. He had never felt anything like this. The walls of his mother's pussy were hot and wet and tight around his tongue. He loved eating his momma so much his face was soon bathed and glistening with her cuntflow. It was hot against his face.
The sound of his lips and tongue smacking and slurping into her cunt grew louder and louder. Lisa and Marianne listened excitedly while they ate. They would soon be serving Matthew his meals in this naughty way, too.
Soon Sarah's hips were driving and whirling more rapidly the deeper Matthew plunged his tongue into her pussy and rasped against her bulging, bursting clit. Sarah could stand it no longer when Matthew reached up around her ass and pushed her cunt into his open mouth and began nipping her clit. She exploded."
"OH, YES, THAT'S IT, MATTHEW!! ... RIGHT THERE! ... RIGHT THERE, BABY! ... SUCKME RIGHT ... TTHHHEEERRRRRRRR!!! ... OOOOHHHHHH!! ... UUUUHHH!! ... UUUHHHH!! ... OH! OH! ... BBBAAABBBYYYYEEEE!! ... UNH! ... UH! ... UH! ... OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, LLLLLLOOOOOVVVVVVVVEEEEEEERRRRRRR!!! ... OOOOOoooooo...."
Matthew felt Marianne and Lisa nipping his prickhead with their lips and teeth one last time. Now he came.
Abruptly Sarah tugged Marianne off of her son's cock and held her face an inch away from his spurting cockhead. Two thick cumshots squirted out and spattered against Marianne's straining tongue. Just before the next spurt Sarah lowered her mouth and pulled her head away.
"Oh, yes, shoot it, Matty baby! Shoot it to momma!"
The next ejaculations shot out against his mother's lips.
"Hmmmmmmmm, my sweet little baby boy fucker!" she sputtered through the thick film of cum she'd licked into her mouth.
Then Sarah dove onto her son's long fat cock and crammed it down her gullet, eating it whole. Matthew seemed to have a reserve tank of cum and he felt it boiling up into his mother's belly now. Brutally he grabbed her hair and yanked her head even farther down his cock. He felt his balls leaping past her lips into her mouth. Sarah felt herself cumming even more from the masterly force applied by her son. And she came even more when she felt Marianne angrily shoving two fingers up her rectum without any teasing or foreplay. Viciously she pushed them in and out until Sarah's asshole gave way and opened weakly to the ravaging of her lesbian love.
After it seemed as if she had been cumming and drinking her loverboy's shooting cum forever, Sarah swooned dead away onto the middle of their incestuous bed.
That Thursday night was also the first night Matthew sixty-nined his sister Lisa. It was apparent to them all that Lisa was already a sexy little bitch. She loved her brother's tongue to death, squealing and squirming and writhing around it without the least sign of restraint or shame. Lisa had only to be fucked now and Sarah had that planned for her quite soon-after she had been taken care of herself by their stud Matthew.
The girls had planned everything for Matthew and were together in saving certain delights for him. They agreed upon everything being in its proper order and bowed to Sarah's motherly judgments and desires for Matthew. After all, they were all going to be his lovers. Their lives were now happily arranged for them all-libertine, uninhibited, incestuous, totally free of society's puritan restraints. In other words, they were going to fuck and suck all they wanted.
Owen waited and watched. One week passed until Saturday evening when he thought his chance had finally arrived.
It was Saturday afternoon and Matthew could hardly wait. To make matters worse, his mother now wore her clothes only rarely and then not very much, maybe a pair of sheer panties or a towel. Marianne and Lisa were always strolling about the house equally naked, too.
Since Thursday night they all three had kept away from Matthew and not given the pleasures of any more orgasms. His strength, however, had required that the three of them help each other out of his constant lewd embraces and fondlings. They didn't mind really because from the look ol Matthew's constantly erect penis it was causing him more suffering than themselves. They also kept a watch on Matthew to make sure he didn't masturbate any. Reluctantly Matthew promised and kept his promise not to. Both Matthew and his mother Sarah wanted him full to the brim of his thick motherloving cum.
Sarah needed some time to herself to prepare for her incestuous deflowering. Early that evening she suggested to Aunt Marianne and Lisa that they take Matthew out to eat.
"Food this time," she giggled.
From atop the hill Owen could see Matthew Lisa and that bitch Marianne all climbing into the car. Sarah was leaning inside talking to them.
"Auntie Marianne, why don't you persuade my son here to try some of your weed?" Sarah said surprising them all.
"Really, can I, Mom?!" blurted Matthew.
"I don't see why not. I think Marianne can be depended upon to show the right way to smoke And how not to get caught, too."
"How about me, Mom?" begged Lisa hopefully.
"Lisa, I'm going to draw the line with you You're probably learning too much for your age anyway. When you're your brother's age, you can then smoke weed with all of us."
"Oh, darn! It's not fair, Mom!"
"You think on it, dear, and I think you'll see I'm right. But I'll tell you what you can do. You can help Aunt Marianne teach Matthew how to get high the right way, the safe way. Okay?"
"Well, okay. I know Marianne and I could teach my brother just about anything. He's so dumb. All he's got going for him is a huge cock," Lisa said brazenly, her hand meandering down to Matthew's crotch and cupping his balls through his slacks. He wasn't wearing any underwear anymore. Matthew pinched Lisa's tits in reply.
"So, you're beginning to like a little smoke now and then, eh, Sarah?" Marianne said.
"Oh, my, yes, Marianne. In fact, I'm going to take a nice long hot soak while you three are out and smoke some myself. Now, you'd better get this trio on the road."
Sarah gave her son one more deep kiss and squeezed his dick lovingly through his pants. Matthew could not help fondling her breasts in return.
Owen could still see the four of them talking in the dimming light of twilight. Then he heard the motor start up and saw Sarah pulling her head back out of the car. He noticed her shorts were very short and her blouse very tight. She had never worn anything like that for him.
"That two bit slut! I'll fix it so she never fucks anybody! BITCH!!"
Sarah turned and went toward the front door, her hips swaying and her titties flouncing in her nearly unbuttoned blouse. The darkness was hiding her enticing movements from the neighbours, but even so they were always very careful outside the house. They didn't want any questions asked about what went on inside. For inside incest, lesbianism, miscegenation, sodomy, cunnilingus, fellatio, tingling flagellation and just about every ecstatic, cum-creaming perversion was going to find expression.
Owen watched the car drive off, leaving Sarah alone in the house. He waited an hour impatiently. Then he started down the hill in the dark carrying his gun and a rope he'd found in one of the empty closets. He wore a wide black belt he planned to use.
When Owen got to the house he walked up to the door and simply battered his way in with one swift ramming of his shoulders. He'd made sure no one saw him approaching and once inside he quickly jammed the shattered door shut behind him.
"Who's there? Matthew?" he heard a voice from the bathroom saying in panic.
Owen darted inside the bedroom and stood against the wall just inside the door from the bathroom. The sunlight had gone now and only the grayness of the streetlamps remained.
The bathroom door opened and Sarah stuck her head out. Owen slammed his fist over her mouth and pointed the pistol at her temple. Sarah's big fluffy towel fell away, leaving her wet and naked.
Owen threw her onto the bed.
"Say one word, bitch, and I'll blow your tits off. One at a time."
Sarah shivered before him, speechless with fright.
Owen took a pair of her sheer panties from her dresser drawer and gagged her with them. When Sarah once tried holding his arm back, he slapped her mercilessly. Then Owen made her lie on her slim belly on the bed. He tied her two arms and two legs one to each corner of the bed. Sarah was totally helpless and knew it.
What Sarah could guess at was how long she had to live. But she could only guess with Owen. She hoped it would be longer than the time Matthew would stay out.
Sarah knew Owen long enough to know that once he let his lust and cruelty work itself up he lost what little control he had. At this moment she knew Owen only intended to beat her senseless as he had done before when they lived together. But this time Owen was plummeting into insanity and Sarah knew he would find his perverted justice only in killing her.
Sarah began to pray. She saw the glaring hypocrisy in praying now. She did it anyway, fervently. She prayed for her son, her man to rescue her. She knew Matthew might die trying but he was her last hope.
Out of the corner of her eye Sarah saw Owen pulling his belt out of the loops. He doubled it up and whipped her firm white ass.
"You bitch, you're going to pay for what you've done to me. You'll beg me to stop before you're through!"
He whipped her savagely, burning her reddening flesh with the black leather. Sarah cried and gurgled into the gag.
An eternity passed for Sarah. Now each of his blows sent exploding fragments of pain crashing through her naked, writhing body.
Suddenly Owen stopped. Sarah's breath caught in her aching throat.
Owen whispered-hissed between panting breaths, "You're bad, Sarah. You deserve punishment."
In the dim light Sarah could barely see him picking up the pistol off the dresser. She felt him sagging onto the bed beside her and running the barrel of the pistol roughly over the red flesh of her ass. She flinched in pain and heard Owen chuckling deeply, wickedly.
Now Sarah felt him trailing the cold barrel down into her asscrack which was obscenely splayed open. Sarah's muscles tensed despite the agony it caused her. Then Sarah felt the end of the gun barrel sliding between her dry, puckered cuntlips. Owen giggled like a madman.
Owen began to turn the gun barrel first one way and then the other as he pushed on it firmly. He was not really hurting her now, only frightening her near to death. At first the cold metal scraped and hung up against her clamping pussy walls but that ended. As when any long hard prick-like shaft entered a woman's cunt, Sarah's cunt began exuding her love fluids around the gun barrel. She hated herself for it but it had to happen. The metal even began to feel warmer now from her own body heat. It was beginning to feel good and hard.
"Maybe all he wants is to fuck me," she thought. "Maybe...."
Sarah heard the double click of the pistol being cocked.
"Oh, my god, NO!!!! NNNOOOO!!!" she gurgled.
Owen laughed aloud, relishing her terror. "I'm going to blow a big fucking hole up your cunt, slut!!"
Sarah felt the barrel sliding all the way up her cunt. It was huge. So long and spear-like. It reminded her deliciously of her son's own long and thick and hard young penis. It reminded Sarah of the pain she wanted from the cunt stretchings she was going to get from her son Matthew.
"I think I'll kill you now, you whore!" Owen said calmly, interrupting her perverted daydreams.
Sarah's eyes widened. Her body arched like a bow futilely. Owen pulled the trigger.
The hammer smashed down, metal on metal. Nothing.
Owen laughed uproariously. Sarah sank into a dazed shock, her body still taut, near to breaking.
"And then again maybe I'll kill your cunthole later, my little squirming whore."
Owen left the gun barrel buried inside Sarah up to the hilt. He stood up and turned on the bedroom light.
"Your tight little ass isn't nearly as red and welted as it should be for all you've done to me, Sarah. So...."
The belt tore across her asscheeks again. It was almost a relief to feel it hitting her now.
Owen turned the television on to keep his own joyous, vengeful grunts drowned out. He was totally mad now but not without some sense of survival. As it happened, it was instrumental in Sarah's and Matthew's survival. Possibly there was something in Owen working against his unleashed madness.
When they drove up Matthew knew something was wrong. He could see their door was cracked open and a long piece of molding had fallen onto the porch. Owen had slammed the door but was in too big a hurry to make sure it held.
Matthew jumped out of the car before it even stopped.
"Marianne, go next door and call the police. Keep Lisa there. You stay there, too."
"But Matthew...."
"Don't ask questions! Just do it!"
Matthew rushed quietly to his door. Inside he heard someone thrashing something hard against something soft. Instinct told Matthew what was happening. He eased his way through the battered front door.
Matthew inhaled once deeply.
Then he burst through the bedroom door. Owen dove for the gun still buried in his wife's cunt. Matthew kicked him in the gut before he got close. Owen stumbled to the floor. Matthew yanked up the heavy lamp off the dresser, tearing the cord out of the socket, and smashed it over Owen's head. Owen went down, his head bleeding. Matthew reached over and in a state of shock eased the pistol out of his mother. He then stood over Owen.
The gun seemed to raise itself up and aim at Owen's head even as Matthew told himself not to kill him.
Sirens sounded in the distance. They saved Owen's worthless life.
Matthew blinked, his killing trance shattered. He grabbed Owen by his legs and dragged him backwards out of the house, banging him against furniture and over porch steps and concrete, until he let him go in the middle of the street pavement.
As the first patrol car skidded around the corner, Matthew rolled Owen over. He was coming to. He saw Matthew wielding the gun over him, aiming it at him. When the cops screeched up to within a few feet of Matthew, Owen covered his face with his hands.
Matthew fired the pistol into the asphalt around Owen's quivering head. He emptied the magazine, digging craters into the pavement. Owen fainted.
"All right, son, drop the gun."
Matthew looked up to see two .38's leveled at him.
Matthew dropped the gun, his mind and body spent.
Lisa burst through the neighbour's screen door screaming for her brother. Marianne, thinking more clearly, headed for the Wilkers' house, her house, and her lover Sarah.
His head down, his voice faint, Matthew said to the officers, "He molested my mother. He was going to kill her."
One of the officers helped calm Lisa. The other one cuffed Matthew and put him inside the patrol car in the back seat.
Inside the house Marianne was crying as she helped Sarah. She untied her and put a robe around her abused body. Sarah held her tightly. She finally broke down and sobbed in relief.
The girls were all questioned there while Matthew was taken downtown. He was released within an hour and driven back home. He learned of Owen's other crimes and was assured by the detective in charge that Owen would soon be behind bars indefinitely.
Matthew was truly entering manhood now for he knew hate as well as love. He felt pleasure in knowing he had crippled Owen Snell. He had blown his eardrums to pieces. He could have done much more damage and gotten away with it. He did not want that, though. He did want his mother. He let himself imagine what it was going to be like motherfucking her from now on. When the officer let him out at his house, Matthew was smiling and feeling his loins stirring once again. Strangely the violence he'd committed enraged his lust to where he could barely hold it. And his own mother was willingly going to know and experience this pent up cunt craving. Very soon. Very soon.