Chapter 13
In the days that followed, Valerie seemed to gain delight in discussing with young Brad his sexual encounters.
"I do hope you have a good sex life," Valerie told him. "It's important."
"I know it is, Val," he said.
"As a matter of fact," she said, "you should be going steady. Have you found a girl in school that you'd like to go steady with?"
"I haven't yet," he admitted, "but I'm looking."
"Good," she said, "it's my opinion that every young girl and boy should find someone that they can relate to."
"I agree, Valerie," he told her.
It was impossible for Liz not to hear what her sister was saying to her son. It disturbed her as she had visions of him going to school and deciding to date and go steady with the first available girl. More than that, she was insanely jealous. Coming into the living room, she commented crisply, "I think Brad is old enough to take care of his own life, don't you?"
"A little coaching from the wings never hurt anybody, did it?"
By this time Liz was so burned up she figured she would give Valerie a piece of her mind.
"If you don't mind my saying so, baby," she told her, "there isn't a reason in the world why you have to perform those topless dances."
"I have to make a living like everybody else," she said.
"If you think grinding your butt and throwing your tits around all day is easy, honey, you've got another thing coming. Those guys stare at you like they are going to orgasm. It's a job, baby, that's all."
"I wish you wouldn't talk that way in front of Brad."
"Don't worry about me, mom," he said, "I've lived a little You know that."
Brad said that in an accusing way. And it did bother her.
Realizing that he was becoming a target for the two women, he decided to get out of there.
"I've got to clear out of here and get to school," he said. "I'll be late."
"Have a good day," Valerie called after him, "and don't forget what I said."
Once he was gone, Liz lit into her sister.
"How dare you come here and tell my son he ought to find a girl?"
"You're trying to baby him," Valerie said crisply. "Jealous mothers cause more problems in this old world. My husband had a jealous mother. She wanted to baby him. He was at her beck and call. Watching those two kiss and slobber was enough to make me vomit."
Liz couldn't understand why her sister all of a sudden was taking such enormous concern over her relationship with her boy.
"It's strange," she said, "that all of a sudden you pop into our lives and are telling us how to live them."
"I want to be helpful," she said.
"The best help you could give either of us,"
Liz told her honestly, "is if you'd buzz off."
"That's a fine thing to say," she said crisply.
"It's the truth," she said. "I know how to take care of myself."
"And your marriage went on the rocks, didn't it?"
"It wasn't because of me," Liz countered quickly. "It was because of my philandering husband."
"Frigid women often have philandering husbands," her sister smiled smugly.
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
"If the shoe fits," Valerie said, shrugging and getting to her feet. "I'm going shopping today, honey. I'll probably be back late tonight. I have some friends in town that I haven't seen and they asked me over to dinner."
"Stay as long as you please," Liz told her.
Once Valerie was out of the house, Liz heaved a sigh of relief. She figured she had better go shopping and get some fillet mignon steaks and other goodies her son would enjoy, to lure him back into her love nest. It was obvious Valerie was posing problems. All this crap talk, she thought to herself, about a boy his age going steady was disgusting. Valerie would have to try to wreck everything.
In the meantime, her young son was having some difficulties at school. He was trying to get acquainted with a honey-haired blonde who was very popular. Nancy looked at him and told him frankly, "I'm not interested. Why don't you find someone who likes you. I am just about ready to go steady."
Steady. That word hit him with sharp impact.
"How about going steady with me?" he asked.
Suddenly, seizing an opportunity to torment her boyfriend into making his decision to go steady with her, Nancy decided it might not be such a bad idea.
"How nice of you to ask me, Brad," she smiled. "I can consider it."
"Great," he said. "Let me know when you are ready."
"I'm ready," she said, almost bowling Brad over.
"Gee that'll be great," he exclaimed. "You don't know how much this means to me."
"And you don't know how much it means to me," she smiled smugly.
As they walked hand in hand back to the next class, Brad felt it had been his lucky day. He couldn't wait to get home and tell his Aunt Valerie how he had lucked out.
In the meantime his girl, Nancy, was delighted. She could hardly wait to tell her boyfriend who had refused to go steady with her that she had finally found someone. She was sure she could apply pressure on him to get what she wanted now. She was delighted that young Brad had been her convenient pawn.
When Brad got home from school that afternoon he could hardly wait to tell his mother the news.
"Good news, mom," he said, "I'm going steady already."
"You're what?" Liz gasped, as she looked at him.
"I'm going with Nancy," he said, "you know who I mean, Nancy Bradford. That cute little blonde with the big blue eyes. I asked her and she accepted."
"That poisonous influence of Valerie," she complained. "As long as you don't have sex with her. You don't want to get her pregnant. And if she'll go that steady with you maybe she'll go that steady with someone else and you might get something you didn't bargain for, too."
"Oh, mom," he complained, "you're acting awful."
"Son, let's go for a dip," she suggested, "and
I've got a wonderful dinner for us tonight. Your Aunt Valerie will be gone, thank goodness." "Did she take off?"
"No such luck," Liz told him, "she's having dinner with friends tonight. That leaves us alone."
Brad didn't know whether he liked it or not. He began undressing, getting ready to go out and swim. Going to his room he completed undressing and then he strode naked down the stairway and across the living room and out to the pool. When he got to the pool he was surprised to see his mother lying on a beach-towel, her legs spread, absorbing the sun.
"Say, mom," he said, "you sure got out here quick today."
"I'm so happy we can be together again," she said, "without outside interference."
Brad dove into the pool and she watched him as he went from one end of the pool to the other.
"I'm coming in, too, honey," she told him.
She got into the pool with him and then he met her at the far end and wrapped his arms around her. He began pressing his penis against her and she got stimulated.
"Let's go up to the bedroom," she smiled.
Going to the bedroom was a pleasure. Brad was horny and anxious to get his rocks off. Lying back on the bed he looked at his mother as she prepared to make love to him.
"Son," she smiled, "I want to give you the good old suck and fuck action."
The first thing she did was crouch at his crotch and grasp his bare behind. Burying her face in his buttocks she let her tongue sweep out and lick at his anal opening. The young boy loved the hot lapping tongue twirling around his asshole.
"Suck ass for me," he panted, "suck my asshole, mom. Keep it up. Yes, mom. I want you to suck it out."
Stiffening her tongue she stabbed it up his rectum. Then reaching for his cock she began pumping him.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That is too much. Keep jerking my prick. Lick my ass. Tongue fuck it. Oh, mom, that's wild. Stick it way up my asshole. I love that."
From the way that his body was twisting and writhing in sexual ecstasy it was no secret to Liz that her son enjoyed what she was doing. She was going to pull him away from his steady girl friend if it was the last thing she did. She would do it with her tongue, invading his tight asshole. She could do it with her tongue lashing at his testicles, and her mouth sucking on the head of his cock. She could give him more action than any chick at school could.
"Lick my prick," he panted, "lick it, mom. Put your mouth over it. Suck my cock off."
He was throwing his legs out now and bringing them back to embrace her as she slipped her mouth over his penis shaft.
"Quick," he panted, "suck it off. Suck that juice out."
Just as the hot sperm was about to explode, the door opened. Valerie stood there with a grim smile on her face.
Pulling out a small camera, she began taking flash pictures. Neither of them noticed. When she had completed her picture taking, she stood there waiting.
"Suck it off," he panted, "suck the juice, mom. Suck it. Eat it."
Her cheeks sucked in and her eyes were closed as she devoured her son's creamy cum.
The moment she slipped off she caught sight of her sister, Valerie.
"How dare you invade our privacy?" she demanded angrily.
"Well, well," Valerie said, "so you're seducing your own son? You ought to be ashamed of yourself. These pictures will come in handy at the divorce trial."
"Who put you up to this?" "Your husband, honey," she said, "and he paid me one thousand dollars."
Saying no more, Valerie turned around. She stalked out before either of them could follow her.
"I'll kill her," Brad said as he ran to the door.
However, when he saw that she was in her car and gunning it down the highway, he had to stop. He was still bare-ass naked. Going back to the bedroom, he noticed the bathroom door was locked and his mother was quiet.
"Mom," he called to her, "what are we gonna do now?"
When she still didn't answer, he banged on the door.
"Open up, mom," he said, "we've got to discuss this. That bitch has pictures of us. I don't want pictures in court proving I'm a mother fucker."
Still no sound followed his loud talk.
He banged with such fierce force that he thought the door would break. When it wouldn't open, he used his full body force. Finally, it did open and there she was, lying on the floor. Her wrists were slashed and there was a pool of blood.
"Mom," he gasped excitedly, "what have you done?"
Barely able to utter a sound, she whispered, "I'm sorry, baby. It's better . . . better I go."
Looking at her with tears streaming down his cheeks, he held her close to him.
"I love you, mom," he whimpered, "I loved you too much."
The sordid details of her death were brought out in a closed court session. His father looked at him with distain and disgust and Valerie was nowhere to be found. However, her pictures were very much there and were used.
The judge looked at him and shook his head.
"There are things so disgusting sometimes," he said, "that it's difficult to know how or what to do."
The words were like a dagger through his heart. But Brad knew he had but two choices, to live or die. And painful as it was, he prepared himself for the task of living.