Chapter 3
No one called her Sarita anymore, but Sara Small still liked that name, and it was the way she liked to be referred to. Now, at thirty-six, she was no less perfect physically than she had been twenty years earlier. She lived a whole different life, a life she much preferred.
At the age of fourteen, she had come, with her stepfather, who had already been fucking her regularly for five years, to Hollywood. He had brought her there to show her off and make money using her. She had gone to smokers, had done some strip-teases, had gone to work for certain unsavory film producers and had made a dozen porn films before being spotted by a big-time producer who knew she would be big money at the box office. He had bought her away from her stepfather, had proceeded to fuck the lovely ass off her, discovered she had a natural talent for acting, and also discovered that on screen she gave the appearance of pure innocence.
As a result, at the age of sixteen, the biggest TV star since Lucy had arisen-in 1965, and she was billed simply as Sarita. She had a one-hour soap series on prime-time network TV, and it ran for ten years. It probably still would have been running had Sarita not taken time to run off and get married to Ernie Small when she was nineteen. Thus, when she was twenty, after filming a whole series of episodes well in advance, she had given birth to Bert. A year later, she gave birth to Nana.
They stayed in Hollywood until Sarita was twenty-six, and then, when her contract with the producer came to an end, a lucrative contract that put enough money in Sarita's bank account so that she would never have to worry for money again, Ernie Small had taken his wife and family and had moved to Arkansas where he made his living as a carpenter. Ernie was a carpenter not because it was all he was able to do, but because it was what he wanted to do. He worked hard, long hours, because he enjoyed working. But he always had time for his family, and saw to it his son and daughter were brought up correctly. He was proud that neither smoked pot nor had anything whatsoever to do with drugs. He knew Bert was at the age where a boy was feeling things, and he had taken the youth aside one day, and he had told him, "Fuck whom you want, where you want, when you want. But don't catch any diseases, and make sure the chick is taking precautions. If she isn't, then you take precautions. You don't want any unwanted bastards running around."
"Well, what does mom do?" Bert had naively asked.
"Your mother had an operation years ago, after Nana was born. She can't have any kids, anymore."
Sarita had her days filled. She enjoyed being a housewife, enjoyed being Ernie's wife in particular. No matter how tired he was, if she had the urge for sex, he always accommodated her. What was more, he was good, really good.
Ernie had known she was no virgin when they had married. But what he hadn't known, and what she hadn't wanted him to know was that she had fucked wildly before knowing him. She had especially fucked wildly when making those porn movies. Over the years, she had bought up just about every existing reel there was, or so she thought. There had been one reel that had escaped her. That was the reel her son had seen.
Now Bert had that reel, having paid Bob's friend his last fifty bucks for it, a ten minute reel that the youth had gotten for ten dollars from a store that sold used porno movies. The question was, what to do with it.
At first, Bert had wanted to show the film to his father, but he knew the man worked hard and had been good to them, and to disclose this to him might hurt him. So he had borrowed his father's projector, had taken it to his room, and had looked at the ten minute reel of his mother fucking, sucking, and taking cocks in the ass again and again. Anger welled up inside him that she should be no better than the other wanton whores in Hollywood. In fact, she was probably worse. In his eyes, she was horrible for having done things like that. But even as he watched again and again and again, he felt something else.
Mary had set off desire in him, teaching him the glories of fucking, and now, seeing his mother doing it on the screen, he realized quite openly that he had the urge to fuck her as he did Mary. God! She was even better-looking than Mary. Really built, and she really knew how to shake her ass. He was willing to bet his old man was really getting it good.
Common sense told him to stop thinking that way. She was, after all, his mother. He had to respect her. She had given him love and care, and had brought him up nicely. He loved her, and he had respected her until last night. Now he no longer respected her, but God, he did love her. The worst part of it was, he loved her like a woman, but he also loved her like his mother. Yet the more he thought about it, the more he realized if he didn't do something to soothe the seething desires inside him, he would explode. The simple fact was, he had to fuck his mother-at least once. He had to do it without his sister or his father finding out. Well that ought to be easy enough. Nana was always out with her friends, going directly from school to one of their homes, and his father wouldn't be home until six in the evening.