Chapter 1
Hazel James looked at her face in the large mirror, turning from side to side to catch any flaw that might be in evidence. She smiled slightly as she saw that there was none. She was the same beautiful woman she had always been. That classically beautiful face was still the same as it had been when it had graced billboards and magazine ads.
Her breasts were round and full, also, she noted with satisfaction, and, until her eyes fell on her misshapen hip area, she saw the same Hazel James who had turned both male and female heads, wherever she appeared.
Her face twisted in dismay as she viewed her naked body. Her hip was twisted grotesquely, and her left leg seemed to be trying to escape from her torso. She could walk, but when she did, it seemed as if she were throwing a huge curve with her leg. It went out in a wide arc before hitting the ground, and the constant use of the leg muscles in her right leg had caused them to grow bulgy and unattractive.
Her eyes drifted to the full color ads she had cut from magazines and pasted on a large cork-board on the far wall. They revealed a slender, but curvy Hazel, clad in filmy lingerie and sleek, tight-fitting bathing suits, and her long, tapering legs were a thing of beauty. She let her blue eyes linger on the smiling beauty in the pictures. She seldom smiled anymore, and never with the joyful verve of living that she had captured by the lenses, so many hundreds of times.
Three children had not marred her lovely body, she thought, but, in one blinding instant, that searing crash of steel had changed her life so completely, twisting her lovely body into permanent disuse, taking her husband from her, and making her a well-to-do widow with three young children to raise.
Hazel tried to keep the bitter thoughts from her mind as she eyed the ugly curve of her hip and thigh. She had long ago ceased to keep Charles' picture on the wall or dresser. It invoked too much bitter recrimination in her. He had been half drunk. They had been having a nasty argument after she had surprised him at the apartment of his current mistress and walked in and literally dragged him out of her bed.
Although she seldom allowed it to creep into her thinking, Hazel knew that she had been partially responsible for the accident that had taken
Charles' life, for a split second before the crash, she had raked his face cruelly with her fingernails. The last words she had ever heard her husband say were: "You're a lousy fuck, baby. The only thing you can do good in bed is suck a cock!"
It was then she had raked his cheek with her nails, and the next moment, he was dead and she was a cripple.
Her reverie was interrupted and the deep scowl left her face instantly, as Bryan's soft tap sounded on the door and he walked in. He always knocked, but never waited for her to bid him enter. It was almost a game they played, with him trying to surprise her in the nude, or partially dressed. Sometimes, when she would hear him approaching, she would add to the game's fun by pretending that she was masturbating, or she might be caressing her round, full and very beautifully shaped breasts.
"Hi, beautiful," Bryan grinned wickedly, his eyes running lasciviously up and down her body. He was a handsome boy, with classical features that made him almost pretty in the same sense that a girl would be considered pretty.
"Brad with you?" Hazel asked anxiously, feeling her nipples tauten as she saw the slight bulge in Bryan's pants.
"Nope. He stayed to lift some weights with Hal."
Hazel turned, showing her body totally to her son. She tingled with desire as she saw his eyes light with desire and admiration as they roved her body.
He moved over to her, his walk almost feminine, his gestures mincing and precise, like a well-trained model. His hand went to her woman's mound, a finger darting inside and tickling her clitoris. He bent and encircled one of her nipples with his lips, his tongue massaging it harshly as his eyes glowed with lust.
"You devil!" Hazel gasped.
"The son of a witch," Bryan mumbled through his half-closed lips. It was another of their little games.
He continued to play with her clitoris as his mouth sucked huge areas of her yielding breast flesh into his hungry mouth. Hazel bent her legs slightly, allowing his probing finger to penetrate deeper into her cunt, rubbing her clit and, at the same time, touching the hot walls of her inner vagina.
She was hot, and she wanted him immediately, so she pushed him gently away from her breast, raising his head and giving him a kiss, her tongue penetrating deep into his eager mouth. He moved in close, his hands grasping her buttocks firmly as his fingers worked in and out, pulling her in close to him. She rubbed her pelvis against his bulging cock, as they gasped and shuddered, exchanging tongue kisses madly.
Hazel's hands were busy, unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants and jockey shorts down over his hips.
"Hurry, darling!" she gasped into his mouth, running her hands over his hard, erect cock.
He stepped back and kicked off his trousers and shorts and his loafers, and quickly peeled off his shirt. He stood naked before her as their eyes feasted on each other's body in anticipation.
Hazel hobbled to her large king-size bed, her leg moving awkwardly and making the cheeks of her ass undulate strangely. Bryan watched her lie down on the bed, then he walked over and stood beside her, his hips jutted forward so that his cock stood out stiff and inviting. She reached out and touched it tenderly, letting her fingers caress his scrotum as the palm of her hand moved over his rigid shaft.
Hazel slid to the side of the bed, taking his penis into her hand and licking the head of it with her darting tongue, then letting it slide easily into her mouth. She sucked it deep into her hot mouth, massaging his balls with one hand as the other guided his cock deep into her mouth.
Bryan's eyes were hazy with lust as he stared down and watched his cock going in and out of his mother's mouth.
He moved close, and, without letting his cock come out of her mouth, he climbed onto the bed, straddling her face with his legs, using his straightened-out arms to support himself over her as he moved his ass up and down, plunging his cock deeply into her hot, wet mouth. He shuddered and moaned as he felt the head of it touching the muscles of her throat.
He let his body fall into a swinging, easy rhythm as he felt the surging semen shoot from his cock, his body smashing into her face with each downward lunge. But Hazel was too engrossed in swallowing his come to feel and discomfort from her son's action. She continued to suck hard on his penis, draining every drop of come from his throbbing organ, then licking it tenderly as he withdrew it from her mouth.
He slid down her body as Hazel spread her legs wide. Her vagina lips were open, and Bryan spread them even wider with his fingers, staring hungrily into the opening, his cock throbbing responsively as he saw the darkish pink of the outer lips and the angry red wetness of her inner cunt. His tongue darted in, pushing hard against the elusive nub of flesh, massaging it as his teeth nipped at it gingerly. It brought gasps of pleasure from Hazel as her body moved up and down convulsively under his cunnilingus.
When she seemed unable to contain her emotions in her writhing body, Bryan slid up again, stopping as his cock came even with her throbbing cunt. He raised up and guided it into the hotness of her cunt, staring into her eyes with a look of lustful gloating. It gave him a strange sense of power to realize that she was completely his to command, and to realize that, at sixteen, he was performing all the sexual functions of an adult male. A shadow crossed his eyes as he thought of his older brother, Brad, doing this same thing to his mother-except that Brad was pretending, for selfish reasons.
Brad was a cocksucker. Bryan knew it. He had actually seen his brother engaging in fellatio with his best buddy, Hal, whom everyone at school knew was queer. But Brad was too smart to refuse his domineering mother sex, for she controlled the purse strings with an iron fist. She was generous with both her sons, so long as they toed the mark and did what she wanted them to do, privately.
As these thoughts flashed across his mind, Bryan began to jab his large cock viciously into the eager cunt of his mother. He felt a savage desire to shove it in so deep that it would hurt her, make her scream in agony. But he knew it was a futile hope, for Hazel was more than capable of taking any amount of sex that he was able to give, and come up hollering for more.
Bryan contented himself with satisfying his own lust. She was a good fuck, and she didn't hold back on any sex act he wanted to perform, from oral to anal intercourse. They had tried it all, and in the two years he had been having sex with his mother, Bryan had become a minor expert at satisfying her.
"Oh, fuck me good, Bryan," Hazel gasped as his rigid prick went in deep, thrilling her to the roots of her being.
"I love fucking you, Mom," Bryan said hotly. He actually did, but in addition, he knew how it pleased her to have him call her "Mom" while they were engaging in sex acts. It seemed to drive her to a frenzied form of arousal, to be reminded that she was engaging in incest. At times, she would use the word "Son," in talking to him during sex acts, and it had somewhat the same effect on him as it penetrated his intelligent mind that he was not having sex with just another mature, capable woman, but with his natural mother.
Their bodies lapsed into semi-automatic responses as they approached orgasm, and Hazel said over and over: "Fuck me, son-fuck me-fuck me!"
As her movements speeded into final orgasm, he locked his mouth on hers, sucking her tongue in deep, biting it savagely, shuddering as he felt his semen squirt into her throbbing womanhood. He was conscious, as he eased his lunges, of the throbbing of her clitoris. Hazel always seemed to be able to have an "after-come"-a series of spasms in her clitoris after he had drained himself of the last drop of semen.
They lay panting, their faces close, Hazel's arms locked tightly about her son's back.
"Love me?" she murmured.
"Hate you," Bryan teased. The thought flashed across his mind that perhaps he actually did. She made him feel like a puppet, at times-a bought and paid for sex toy. Not that he didn't enjoy sex with her, but she so dominated every area of his existence that she smothered him as an individual. He felt like a pampered pet dog, and it was reflected in his attitude toward everyone else. At school, he was unsure of himself, especially with the boys.
He was a brilliant student, but in all the camaraderie that most of the male students enjoyed, he was an outsider. At times, he felt as if he were a freak, walking about with an indelible brand on his forehead, saying, "I am a mother-fucker."
"Tell me you love me," Hazel urged petulantly. "I love you, sexy Mom," Bryan said obediently. "Devil."
"Witch!"
She kissed him gently on the mouth, pushing him off her body. "Brad will be home soon," Hazel said, getting up.
"Don't count on that," Bryan said bitterly.
Hazel eyed him searchingly. "What does that mean?"
Bryan scrambled off the bed, disgust showing on his face.
"Why don't you wake up, Mom ? " It was uttered with the same bitterness of his former statement.
"I don't like you talking about your brother like that," she said scoldingly. "Brad's a good boy."
"Or a good girl!" Bryan said caustically. "Bryan!"
"All right, forget it!" Bryan pulled on his shorts and pants, picked up his shoes and shirt and stalked out of the room. Let her live in her dream world, he thought.
Hazel stood staring angrily after her son. Her body was still tingling from the effects of her orgasms, and they softened her anger quickly.
She wasn't quite sure of Bryan's implications, but Hazel was no dummy about the sex patterns of the young. She felt that Brad himself had become somewhat cold toward her sexually, and it added heavily to the suspicion that Bryan was hinting that his brother was a homosexual.
She thought about it for a moment, a troubled look on her face, but then she shook her head. She was recalling the last sex session she'd had with Brad. It had been over three weeks ago, but he had responded well, she recalled. He had seemed perfectly happy to come to her bed, and after she had sucked him off once, and gotten him hard again, he had given her a good screw.
But her face drew into a frown as she recalled that, afterward, he'd had anal intercourse with her. He had almost begged her to let him put it up her ass-hole, and now, she saw the definite homosexual connection in his favoring both fellatio and anal intercourse.
She determined that she would have it out with Brad at the first opportunity-perhaps that very evening.
She heard Bryan in the shower, and as she showered and then dried her body while standing before her huge mirror, her confidence returned. Perhaps there was a jealous strain in
Bryan that was making him accuse his brother of homosexuality.
As she looked at her glowing body, Hazel felt a great pride in the fact that both her sons found her irresistible. She ignored the fact that she had practically hand-raised them to be her sexual servants, using every threat at her command to force them to do anything she demanded.
It did not cross her mind to wonder if she were still sexually and personally attractive to fully grown males. It had been too easy for her to take advantage of her sons. She had no need to compete. They gave her all she needed, butas she gazed at her ripe, very mature body, in the mirror, a frown crossed her face as she thought fleetingly of the tomorrows that would be hers soon, when both her sons were grown and on their own.
She was especially attentive to Brad at the dinner table. She had fixed his favorite meal-spaghetti and meat balls-and she was solicitous and smiling all through the dinner.
She was conscious of Bryan's close scrutiny all the time. He had always been jealous of his older brother, but now he seemed contemptuous of him. Hazel remembered the bitter contempt in his voice that afternoon when he had as much as said that his brother was a homosexual.
She surprised them both into wide-eyed stares as she asked, "How about taking me to a movie tonight, Brad?" It caused their eyebrows to shoot up simply because Hazel was, to all effects, a true hermit. She had taken the maiming of her perfect body so deeply to heart that she was ashamed to have anyone outside the family see her, unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Must be a good one," Brad said politely, concealing his faint curiosity.
"It's at the drive-in, honey," Hazel cooed. "I read the book a couple of years ago, and I think the picture would be good." As she sensed vague reluctance on the parts of both her sons to give her their evening's time, she said petulantly, "I don't get out much, you know. And I don't ask either of you to baby me very often."
Brad sighed and Bryan narrowed his eyes. He always became belligerent when his mother put the slightest pressure on him, and he hated to hear her whine or cajole. When she tried to dominate him, he could handle it. He had a bargaining item-sex. But when she became a total mother, commanding and wheedling, faintly hinting at reprisals if the boys did not grant her wishes, Bryan detested her. He always entertained a strong urge to run when she acted that way.
Bryan felt that he was off the hook, however, for she had mentioned that it was a drive-in movie, and his driving permit did not allow him to drive after dark, without a licensed adult with him. Hazel had no driver's license.
Brad stared at her speculatively. It had been a long time since he had taken her to a movie-it had always been a drive-in-and he sensed that there was some ulterior motive behind his mother's request. He resigned himself to the situation with an audible sigh, saying, "Okay, we'll leave about seven."
Hazel's smile beamed.
"You're such a good son," she murmured, patting his hand. Suddenly aware of Bryan's contemptuous smile, she added, "Both of you are."
Brad rose, gathering up his plate and silverware and taking them to the sink. He turned suddenly, his face bright.
"Hey, Mom; mind if Hal goes along?"
Hazel frowned quickly at him. Bryan had a sly smile on his face. He was thinking that, if Hal went along, it would have to turn into a three-way sex deal, for he had seen the avarice and desire in his mother's eyes when she was talking to his brother. She was a sex machine, he thought. A wild affair with him that afternoon, and now she was setting up another session with Brad for the evening.
"Oh, Brad-" Hazel hesitated dramatically, letting her disappointment show clearly, "I wanted to just have an evening with you. I like to talk, you know-family things. Besides-" She lapsed into the whining, spoiled little girl tone, "We don't see too much of each other lately. Can't we go-just the two of us, this once?"
Brad shrugged, admitting defeat. He consoled himself with the thought that it might get sticky anyhow, if Hal were along. Hal had become very overt in his feelings for Brad. He was no longer discreet in concealing his homosexuality, and it had caused some embarrassment to Brad at school. Probably best not to push his luck, for Hazel was an astute person. She would spot Hal for what he was in an instant.
"Okay, Mom."
Hazel pinned Bryan with a steely stare. It bothered her that he was grinning almost to himself. It was almost as if he were in command of the situation in the household, and not Hazel.
"You can help by doing the dishes," She snapped. Bryan hated that chore, and Hazel felt a surge of satisfaction at his frown.
She hobbled out of the kitchen and into her bedroom, where she undressed quickly and got into a hot tub.
Bryan gathered up the dishes with obvious distaste, slamming about noisily as he put them into the soapy water.
"Stop acting like a baby that's lost its candy!" Brad snapped irritably.
"What's the matter?" Bryan retorted sharply. "Hate to be separated from your girl friend for an evening?"
"What are you saying, smart ass?" Brad moved over, his wide shoulders and extra six inches in height meant to cow his younger brother.
"Wouldn't that have been a hot one, if Hal and you and Mom went to a drive-in." Bryan gave his brother a withering, unafraid look, then pushed him rudely aside as he gathered up the last of the dinner dishes.
Brad stood glaring at him, his fists clenched, frustration and dislike mirrored in his expression. He knew that if he hit his brother, he would end up the loser, for Hazel was adamant about family unity. When it had cracked slightly, between the boys, she had always been on Bryan's side, right or wrong, pointing out in her mealy-mouthed way, "He's my baby, after all."
"One day," Brad ground out in a low voice, "I'm going to knock your goddamned teeth out!"
Bryan shot him a sneering look over his shoulder. "Go suck a cock!"
Brad fought for control, and finally whirled and started from the kitchen. But his pride wouldn't let him quit the battle without one last, telling thrust He paused at the doorway, glaring contemptuously at Bryan. "You mother-fucker!" He spat.
Bryan turned to face him, pointing a soapy hand at his brother. "That still puts me one up," he said disdainfully. "Because you're a mother-fucker and a cocksucker!"
Brad whirled, his face beet red, and stalked to his room. His whole being was filled with hatred for not only his brother, but for his mother, and for the whole cruddy world she had created for all of them.
Lucky Gail, he thought, thinking of the other member of the family, his older sister. At least, she had the sense to get away and try to make something of life.
As he changed clothes, Brad paused before his full-length mirror, staring at his body. It was a good body-a man's body, muscular, capable appearing. His eyes rested on his large penis, now hanging flabbily. He consoled himself with the thought that, in a few short months, he would be out of high school, he'd be eighteen in three weeks, and he could begin to take control of his. own life. He hated the tension that had come into being in the home since he and his mother had begun to have sex relations. He knew that Bryan was now added to her list of sex puppy dogs, and he was glad in a sense, for he had firmly decided that he wanted no part of Hazel-nor any female. Not since he had discovered the easy, carefree love that Hal offered.
Hazel was already daydreaming as she dressed slowly, admiring her breasts and her body. She was alive with an anticipatory tingle at the thought of being alone in the car with Brad-of being able to reestablish the close love they had shared for so long. It was her fault, she reasoned, if he had dabbled with the thought of homosexuality, for she had been neglecting him greatly in favor of her younger son, Bryan. She would make up for it tonight, in the dimness of the car when they got to the drive-in. And if it worked out right, perhaps when they came home, he would spend most of the night in her bed, making mad, wild love, like they used to.
He was growing so tall and handsome, she mused, so virile-looking. She didn't want to lose him, now that he was stepping into manhood and would be a marvelous lover in bed. A shadow crossed her eyes as she remembered that in a few weeks, he would be graduating. They hadn't talked much about what he wanted to do after high school. She had assumed that he would go to college, but she had avoided thinking about it, for the unpleasant possibility arose that he would follow in Gail's footsteps, and choose a college far away from home.
He was becoming so withdrawn, so strange. Could Bryan be right, or was it just a growing-up process? She decided that, if things went well between them at the movie, and they regained some of the closeness they had always felt until a few months ago, that she would have a heart-to-heart talk with Brad about college and try to convince him to attend the local college. She knew he had excelled in mathematics, and had once expressed a boyish desire to become a teacher, but the subject had not reappeared in their con-venation for a long time, now.
In his room, Brad was thinking along the same lines as his mother was, but with an entirely different tack. He was steeling himself to have it out with his mother. He had to get away from her smothering sexuality. He wanted to be free to explore the sexual possibilities that were opening up to him with Hal. And he wanted to give aim and purpose to his future as a person. He had given considerable thought to the idea of becoming a teacher, and his decision had almost centered around one fact. As a high school teacher, he would be in steady contact with young boys. He would be able to earn a good living, be free of Hazel and his snot-nosed young brother, and, most important, he could live in a world of homosexuality without too many problems, if he so chose.
He wondered how he could convince her that it was best for him, and for all concerned, if he were allowed the freedom to become his own man's man. He sensed that she would try to use her body to talk him out of it, or that she would becoming stormily adamant, the domineering controller of the family, if he resisted her sexually.
He was troubled as he met her in the living room, where Bryan lolled indolently watching television.
Hazel was radiant, and she did look attractive, Brad had to admit. He wondered fleetingly why his mother didn't take her rightful place in the market of available, attractive women and find a man to marry and give her full womanly qualities to, the right way?
Hazel eyed him admiringly, letting her eyes go from the carefully groomed, semi-long hair, to his neatly polished shoes. In spite of himself, Brad had to admit that his mother was a very attractive-even beautiful-woman. There was a subtle aura of sensuality about her that came through clearly, and even though Brad was dreading the sexual encounter that he sensed was part of her plan for the evening, in a perverse way, he looked forward to it. It might be a thrill to be able to put her off-to resist her advances-to show her that he, too, had much to offer to a lover-even though it were a male lover.
Hazel paused at the door, glancing at the preoccupied Bryan.
"Going to kiss me, Bryan?" she asked, proudly holding Bradley's arm.
He roused himself with reluctance, walked over and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips. Caught by the utter handsomeness of the pair, he paused, and a slow grin came to his face as he eyed them.
"Have fun, you two." He returned to the couch. Hazel squinted at him, wondering if there was sarcasm in his remark, but Bryan was absorbed in the program.
Hazel cleared her mind completely of Bryan and the problem he might one day represent. She was determined to devote her entire attention to the problem closest at hand-that of winning back her oldest son, Brad.