Chapter 2
Laura let Val sleep late. She had felt his forehead when she got up and he was feverish. She and Rena had breakfast and she sent her off to school alone. She said she would stay home with Val and as soon as he was better she would look for a job. She had been saving here and there, by hook and by crook for the past few years and they had enough to get by on until she got a job. Rena had been sad to leave her mother, but Laura had insisted. "Life goes on, hon," she said.
"But I want to stay home, too. What if Daddy comes back and ... and beats you up?"
"He won't be back," Laura had said, her mouth grim. So Rena had gone and Val was still asleep. To keep herself from thinking, Laura rushed around the house, cleaning up, dusting, changing things around the way she wanted them. Now that she had no husband, she was anxious to remove all trace of him. She threw a lot of his old clothes in a Goodwill bag and dropped them off at the supermarket. Luckily, they had two cars and her old clunk still ran well enough. When she returned, Val was awake and she fixed him a good breakfast of eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, and tomato juice.
"Did you sleep all right?" Laura asked him.
"Yeah, fine. I don't feel so hot, though."
"I know. That's why I want you to stay home today. Rest. How's the swelling?"
He grinned sheepishly.
"Still swollen, I'm afraid."
"Well, we'll look at it after a while. You eat and then go back to bed. You want to stay in my bed?"
"O-okay. Sure. Might as well."
She breathed a sigh of relief. So everything was still all right. After breakfast, Val went back to bed, walking like a bowlegged man, gingerly. Laura didn't laugh, though. She bled for him, hated Red all the more for what he had done to her son. He might have ruined him for life, she told herself. She washed up the breakfast dishes and began reading the employment ads in the morning paper. She knew she could survive. She had gotten through the night, the terrible night, and the morning. Self-confidence took over and she felt wonderful. She saw several jobs that interested her. She had worked in a factory, assembling components for electronic machines, when she met Red. He had been a welder at the same company. That was so long ago.
She saw several ads for factory girls, a girl to work in a bindery, selling jobs, waitress jobs (she shuddered!), secretary, which she couldn't do, and she checked off those she wanted to see in the morning. She called the bindery and made an appointment to see a Mr. Coby the next day and one of the factories near the bindery said they would see her at ll, after her 9 o'clock bindery appointment.
Rena came home from school and did her homework. Val's fever rose and Laura fed him soup and iced tea in bed, along with aspirin.
"I'll rub you down with alcohol if your fever doesn't go down," she told him. "I think you'd better stay here again for the night, if that's all right."
"Sure, Mom. Yeah, I think so," he said. He didn't feel well but it was a question of whether his fever was induced by his physical injuries or by a desire to stay with his mother. Even Laura wondered, but she was happy that this gave her an excuse to keep him in her bed. Rena got a phone call and asked if she could spend the night with a friend of hers. Gratefully, Laura consented and she and Val were alone in the house when it got dark.
She took his temperature and it was a shade over 100 degrees. She put a cold towel on his forehead and prepared for bed. Val watched her as she undressed, his mind filled with the thoughts of adolescence that he had long carried. Since he was twelve or thirteen he had begun noticing girls, women, especially older women. Getting a hard-on from seeing their breasts slightly exposed in low-cut dresses or miniskirted legs. He had a rich fantasy life which was only assuaged by private masturbation. When he had had a particularly good day of "beaver shooting" or seeing a multitude of thighs and breasts, he would redisplay the image in his mind while he pounded off, feeling oddly guilty after the rich milky sperm shot out of his penis and into his hand.
He had the same feeling now, watching his mother take off her clothes, not trying to hide herself. It was even more provocative to see her go to the dresser and pull out a filmy shortie nightgown and get into it. He could see her dark patch between her legs and her still firm breasts tossing jauntily as she moved. He tried to think away his erection, to concentrate on something else, but she held his attention until she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
It was, he thought, almost as if she wanted him to see her naked, almost as though she wanted him to want her body. He had never thought about his mother in that way before, but after last night ... his thoughts were a tangle of half-realized dreams and incomplete surmises. It did no good to try and figure out what a person was thinking. But sometimes, he knew, girls did things with their bodies to make you excited. He knew this from the girls at school. They would let you get a glimpse of their panties under their miniskirts every once in a while and one girl didn't even wear any panties and was always showing everybody her snatch. Thoughts like that drove him crazy, but he had never connected them with his mother. She was someone apart from that world. But was she? Not anymore. She had looked upon his nakedness, had felt his cock and the thought made him giddy. But he didn't know how to react. What to do. What to say. It was best, he guessed, not to say anything, but just see what she would do.
Laura brushed her teeth reflectively. She was glad that Rena had gone over to Linda's house for the evening. That made it much more intimate. But why should she think this way? Was she already thinking of her son as a lover? She shuddered and looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a brown-eyed, dark-haired woman, still pretty, dimples still there, sheltered by slight lines, a trim nose, and a good smile. A sensible woman, grown.
But was she? She thought of Val in the next room, lying in her bed, and she wasn't so sure What would happen? Would she be carried away again ? She had taken liberties with him. Liberties that shocked her in the cold light of reality. But what mother didn't pride herself in her son's maturing into manhood? Was this the same? Perhaps not specifically, but much the same. She hadn't done anything, really, had she? Not really. But she had wanted to. And she still did. Her hand was trembling as she put away the toothbrush and rinsed out her mouth with Listerine. God help me, she thought.
Val looked away when she came back into the bedroom. He was afraid his face would show her what he had been thinking. Laura tried to be light'and gay, her heart thumping erratically in her chest. "Tired, honey?" she asked. "Fever better?"
"Yeah, kinda. I think it's okay."
She turned off the overhead light and switched on the bed lamp. She had brought the Vaseline from the bathroom. Val's heart soared when he saw it.
"I'll take a look at where your father kicked you, all right?"
"Uh huh."
"Want to pull down your pajamas, hon?"
"Okay," he said eagerly. He pulled down his pants and his legs trembled, despite his trying to control them.
Laura managed to act matter-of-fact about it, as though she were a nurse and this was commonplace to her. But when she saw his bareness, his limp organ sitting high atop his still-swollen scrotum, she very nearly lost her composure.
"It's still swollen," she said.
"I know. A little."
"Does this help?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"Uh, yes, it does. Makes it feel a lot better."
His mother sat beside him on the bed, opened the petroleum jar and dipped her finger in and pulled out a large glob. Val tensed for the cold contact and his mother smiled. It would be cold at first, but after that...
Again, she was very careful and very gentle with the lubricant. Val relaxed and let his mother spread the thick substance over the wrinkled flesh of his scrotum. The swelling had gone down considerably and there was just a trace of soreness, but Val needn't tell his mother that. Her hand on his sac was not as stimulating as it had been the night before, but perhaps she would go higher once again and bring him pleasure. But he was disappointed. His mother only put the Vaseline on his withered little bag and gave him a reassuring pat.
"There, that should help a little," she said.
"Thanks, Mom."
"Shall I turn out the light?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
She reached over and turned out the lamp and Val turned away from her, angry without knowing exactly why. She had done what she was supposed to and he had no reason to quarrel with her about that. But he realized he had wanted more. After seeing her undress and parade around the room naked he felt, well, seduced, yet nothing had happened. This is really what made him angry. With himself, perhaps. Because this dream was something that just couldn't happen. A guy just didn't do anything with his own mother. Did he? Of course not.
Laura sighed and tried to put her thoughts out of her mind. Seeing her son exposed that way had once again stirred coals that should have remained dead ashes. And he was lying next to her. Their coupling was separated by only a couple of pieces of thin cloth. He was so close and yet so far. She bit her lip, trying to put his naked organ out of her mind. But she could still see his bag and his penis, dormant, needing only a touch or two from her hand to bring them to life, a caress to make his manhood grow, ready to pierce her thighs with its hardness.
Restless, she turned over again and looked at VaTs back. She wished she could see his face, know what was going on in his mind. The room was darker tonight because she had left the curtains pulled. Part of the light from the street came through the crack where they did not quite join and she could see him, despite the dark of the rest of the room. She yearned to reach over and pull his shoulders around, to smother him with her hot kisses and show him how terribly much she loved him and wanted him. It was agony, lying there like that, wanting him but not having the ultimate courage to force the issue.
Still, she had that feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling akin to fear, but also of quick and lively anticipation. Last night she had taken liberties with him while he lay sleeping. Perhaps tonight she could go at least that far. Her loins burned and ached for him, her hands trembled to touch his private parts again, her head dizzied with the thoughts of what she really wanted to do. But she waited, holding back her breathing, pretending she was going to sleep.
Val listened and thought that his mother had gone to sleep. He felt drowsiness overtake him and he wanted to escape from his erotic thoughts. He could still see his mother's bush between her trim desirable legs and her breasts bouncing saucily as she moved about the room. It was enough to bring him an unwanted erection. He wanted to get up and go to the bathroom and find relief, but he knew his mother would hear him. It was too quiet in the room. Too quiet in the house. But his prick was hard and, to his dismay, he wanted his mother very much. He turned over then and, in doing so, moved closer to his mother than he would have wished. She was facing him and his hard cock brushed against her leg.
Her eyes opened and met his in the dark. They stared at each other, afraid to speak. He knew that she had felt his erection. His heart began pounding, his pulse beat increased and his erection stiffened.
Slowly, Laura reached her hand down to Val's thighs. She reached into his pajamas and her hand closed around his swollen cock. "Oh, Val," she whispered.
"Mom, oh, Mom, that feels so good," he said, almost weeping.
She squeezed his cock reassuringly and he felt the blood pound in the stretched thin flesh. It felt so wonderful, so right! She mustn't stop! She mustn't stop now!
"Oh, you're such a man," she whispered. She snuggled closer to him and moved her hand up and down around his cock. He felt as though he were going to ejaculate right then and there. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to spoil it. He knew he would be ashamed if that happened. But it was about to happen. He had to stave it off. He had to!
His mother reached her arm under her son's shoulder and drew him close to her, her other hand still gently moving up and down his cock, feeling the loose flesh where his foreskin had fallen like a cowl around his head. She rubbed her thumb around the tip of his cock and over the thin slit hole. His precoital juices flowed forth and her own cunt twitched longingly when she felt the fluid seep out onto her thumb.
"My sweet, sweet Val," she husked and put her lips on his. They kissed, lightly at first, and then slid her tongue inside. Val's heart leaped up into his throat. This was incredible! It was happening! His wildest dreams could not compare with the feeling this gave him. It was more erotic than anything that had ever happened to him before. He had kissed girls, frenched them too. But none of them had aroused him like this. With his own mother! He was giddy with the sensations that were swarming through him, giddy to the point of fainting.
Laura's tongue laved her son's mouth with a vengeance. She found his tongue and tossed it up, sucked on it and moved it around, giving him the rhythm of sex as she moved it in and out like a penis into a vagina. Her breasts ached and the nipples hardened like nuggets. She was swept so away by her own passion that she didn't have time to think, much less the judgment factor that she may have wished for in more serene and sober moments. All she thought about was the blinding torrent of emotion that enveloped her as she kissed her son and stroked his throbbing organ. Excitement seemed to have burned out her brain, short-circuited all her inhibitions, washed out any normal senses. Sensation after sensation wracked her body, turning her thighs into a smoldering cauldron of desire.
She sobbed and smothered her son in a welter of flaming kisses. That he responded so eagerly only drove her to further heights of fiery desire. His tongue soon began to match hers in frenzy, tangling her own tongue, touching tip to tip and laving underneath it so that her cunt filled and flowed with the gushing fluids from her eager well. She could not recall that she had ever in her life been so excited, so carried away with gratification of her innermost desires. It was as though she had suddenly reached the height of her powers as a woman, achieved the fullest potential as a lover, and with her own son, ironically enough.
She knew that Val could not take much more of this. His rod throbbed in her hand with the force of unleashed power. And she so wanted him to put it between her legs, to drive it home to its full length. She pushed away, breaking the intense tonguing kiss. She was gasping from her passion and a lack of breath.
"Wait," she whispered. "I don't want you to come. Not yet!"
Val waited, his eyes gleaming like polished stones in the dark. He knew what she wanted. He wanted to consummate the foreplay, to put himself inside his mother and he didn't care about the consequences, didn't even consider what they might be. He knew nothing of Oedipus and his mother and wouldn't have cared if he had. All he wanted was to know his mother, to know her intimately, to press into her innermost secret passage and find completion there as a man.
"Have you ever-ever done anything like this before?" she asked him, her voice wavering as though it were traveling many miles overland on a faint breeze.
Val choked. "N-no," he quavered.
Laura's stomach swirled in happiness. She was very tender with him then. She moved away slightly and lay flat on her back. She spread her legs wide and waved her hand in an indication that he should move atop her. "Come. Get on top of me," she husked.
Clumsily, her son moved so that he was straddling her, his stiff organ hanging down like a scimitar about to strike.
"Move closer to me," she said.
Val didn't know what she meant, but he moved up her naked body, almost fainting from the heady musk of her. Her faint perfume filled his nostrils and he could detect the aroma from her cunt, the heavy darkness of love.
Laura reached out and grasped his cock in her hand once again. Her other hand grasped him on one cheek of his buttocks and pressed downward. She guided his stiff prick to the mat of hair between her legs until the head of it touched the wiry nest. "There," she said. "Now put it in gently. Don't be afraid. I want you. Oh, I want you to!"
Val swallowed and lowered his hips so that his cock touched her cunt lips. He very nearly lost his load right then, the blood swelling in his prick with a sudden rush of desire.
"There," she whispered, "now go on, push on inside."
The first touch of him on her cunt made her head spin. And as he pushed, past the portals, into the musky dampness of her pulsing pussy, she put her arms around him and held him close, their bodies touching from neck to toe. "That's it, my darling. You're doing wonderfully."
He slid his cock in her lubricated passage, finding the warm world of a woman's most precious possession wrapped around him like a clutching sea anemone. He moaned as the pleasure of it coursed through his body. He was inside, he had entered his mother and she was enjoying herself! He was in ecstasy. His whole being seemed suddenly transformed. It was all beyond any imaginings he had ever had. His adolescent hopes had never encompassed anything nearing this. It was-it was indescribable and unexplainable, and he didn't care. He was inside her and he knew what to do.
Laura gasped with the unexpected warm pleasure of his cock suddenly inside her, touching her clitoris. She came and the orgasm shook her body like a puppet dangling on a string. But Val couldn't know this! He had no way of knowing what extreme pleasure he was bringing to her. She held him tighter and delighted in the way his cock filled her. Yes, he was very much a man, in every sense of the word.
Val didn't know what to do. He was inside and he hung there on the brink of orgasm, uncertain of what to do next. His mother sensed this and she began to push and pull on his buttocks to show him what he must do.
"Fuck me, Val," she said, so low he could barely hear it. But the words sent an electric current through his body and he began the up and down motion that slid his cock in and out of his mother's cunt with a pleasure to them both that was almost unbearable. "Oh, yes, fuck me like that," she said, not bothering to whisper anymore.
"Oh, my God, I am fucking you, Mother," he panted wondering at himself, at his boldness.
Those words brought his mother to still another orgasm, this one even more breathtaking than the ones before.
Val's cock was hitting her love button on every stroke and the orgasms came one upon another with a rapidity that left her weak and helpless. Val couldn't stand it anymore. He felt himself being moved by a force over which he had no control. Faster and faster went his cock, in and out of her cunt until he felt the onrush of his sperm from his swollen testes, and before he could pull his cock out of her, his seed splashed into the walls of her pussy and up into her womb.
"Oh, my God," he whimpered, and his mother held him close in her arms, the tears beginning to stream down her face. "Oh, it was so good," he whined and she patted his head.
"You were wonderful," she managed, still stroking his head. "Stay there for a moment."
But already he could feel his cock going limp, the last of his sperm spurting out of it in ever-diminishing streams. She held onto him as long as she could and then his organ tumbled out, emaciated, flaccid, small.
She stroked his back and he lay atop her for several moments regaining his breath. It felt so wonderful and so strange. It was all over and he couldn't recall now how wonderful it had been. In a way it was as though it had never happened. But it had, and his body knew it. It was suffused with a warm glow. He basked in the warmth of his mother's body and her breasts against his chest. He could feel his limp cock lying on her pussy like some shipwrecked being tossed up on a jungle beach. After a few minutes, Val slid slowly from his mother and lay beside her. She looked over at him and smiled.
"Put your hand on me," she said. He put his hand on her leg. She put her hand on his limp cock and stroked it. "It was very beautiful," she said. " Very beautiful."
Val didn't know what to say. He was still awestruck by everything that was happening. But with her hand on him, he again felt the stirrings of desire. He didn't think it was possible, from all that he had heard from other boys, but in a few moments the hardness began again. His mother's hand clasped around it and the stiffening increased.
Then she suddenly slid down until her face was near his crotch. His mind raced. What was she going to do? His body cringed uncontrollably. Then he felt it. His mother put her lips on the head of his cock. It swelled into bloom at that strange touch. Then the head of it was gone, into his mother's mouth, and he almost ejaculated again. But the seed was not yet regenerated and only a dull far-off pain coursed through his organ.
"I want you again," she said when she took his cock out of her mouth and slid back up beside him. "Can you?"
"I think so-uh huh." He climbed back on top of her and this time she didn't have to tell him what to do. He inserted his cock into her and it was easier this time. She was so wet, so full of his and her love that he slid in like a hot knife through butter. His mother gasped as he struck home. He pumped up and down, in and out of her for a long time.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Val," she choked, her body a torment of raging passions.
When he finally came again, it was better than before. He slammed his cock in all the way and delighted in this expression of his newfound manhood. He felt the sperm shoot out of the head of his cock and into his mother's womb. He screamed a series of unintelligible vowel sounds as orgasm drained him of every last bit of energy he had.
"What a man you are!" his mother breathed.
Val fell beside her, breath gone, his body tingling with the aftermath of their lovemaking.
Night breathed down on them and, with sweat drying on their bodies, they fell asleep, naked and happy, sated to the brim.