Chapter 2
This was impossible! Her own son had just fucked her and she had enjoyed it more than anything her husband had ever done to her.
"Keith!" she gasped. "How in the name of heaven...."
"Shhhhhh!" he murmured, his hot breath caressing her ear. "Pop is in the bathroom. You can hear the shower running."
Heart racing out of control, pulse pounding in her temples and in her throat, Ellen realized she was able to hear the pelting water falling into the bathtub. Her husband was still in the bathroom, under the shower.
"Keith!"
"Quiet!" the boy snapped. "If the old man were to hear you, d'you think for a minute I'm the one he'd blame? He'd accuse you! You know how possessive he is about you? Thinks his is the only cock in the world worthy of fucking any cunt. Well, I've been waiting to lose my virginity," the boy went on. "Today is my seventeenth birthday, and this is the way I wanted to lose it. I wanted to fuck the one cunt in the world that meant more to me than any other."
"Oh, Keith, this is wrong," she insisted. "Surely by now you know that things like this aren't done."
"Who says?" the boy asked. "Didn't Nero, the emperor of Rome, screw his own mother?"
"Keith!" she gasped, suddenly realizing, for the first time, much as she loved her son, he was a little mad.
"I'm better'n Nero," he smiled. "The only thing is, with me you don't got worries about becoming pregnant. The doctor told me I had Scarlet Fever when I was a kid, and it made me sterile. But it didn't do anything to my potency."
"My God!" she gasped, hearing the shower suddenly shut off. "It's too late for you to move. Your father likes to dry off with the bathroom door open, to let the steam out. He'd see you if you left here."
The boy rolled off the bed, pulling the limp remains of his erection from her cunt. As he hit the floor, pulling the cover with him so that it draped itself over him, the bedroom door opened and Joel Blackton walked in. Under normal circumstances Joel would never have noticed anything wrong. Because he was so wrought up, thinking about the day ahead, the short, brown-haired man noticed even less. He was rubbing himself with a towel, letting it move over his hairy body rapidly, and then he dropped it on the nearby chair as he always did, and slipped into fresh underwear and socks. Using a shoe horn, he slipped on his shoes, then put on a white shirt, blue tie, and his most expensive blue suit. He returned to the bathroom to comb his hair, then came into the bedroom and paused, looking at Ellen, who lay there guiltily, staring up at him. He was so filled with what he intended doing, he didn't notice the look on her face, other than to think to himself that she was indeed a beautiful woman, and that, having been saddled with one woman for so long, he was glad she had been the one. But the time had come to unburden himself. He had left about ten thousand dollars in a special account in Ellen's name, so the bank wouldn't be able to use it against what he intended embezzling. Ellen would be able to live on it long enough to get herself some kind of job. Hell! She had always crabbed to him about wanting to work and bring in a second income. Here was her opportunity. Also, the kid, Keith, he was finished with high school. He had a part-time job with a photographer, and the man would be willing to take the boy on full-time.
True, Keith would only be earning four dollars an hour, but he would be learning the business, and one day would be able to start a business of his own. Besides, four bucks an hour, forty hours a week was a hundred-and-sixty bucks a week. After taxes figure the kid would be bringing home a hundred-and-twenty a week, which, added to whatever Ellen might earn, ought to bring in "enough money to keep the house going. Hell! Considering that he might have walked out taking everything, Joel Blackton thought of himself as being extremely generous.
It was Saturday morning, but it would be the end of the month Monday. Yesterday, Friday, a huge sum of cash had been brought to the bank because people would be cashing their end-of-month paychecks, while other people would be cashing unemployment checks. Joel knew, from experience, there would be more than a million dollars on hand. He had figured out a way to take half of it without his theft being discovered until Monday, when he didn't show up at work. In fact, it might not even be discovered until late in the day, because Ellen was certain to report him missing to the police, so his absence might be construed as something else, until the bank started trying to meet certain payrolls.
"I'll wake up Keith and remind him about his job," Joel said.
"No!" Ellen almost shouted. "You're late! You know how Keith hates to be jolted awake. You go ahead, and I'll wake him up."
"Sure thing," Joel nodded, and approaching the bed, bent down and kissed his wife for the last time. Smiling, he stood, turned, and walked out, never to be seen by her again.