Chapter 2

At Hazel's request, Brad had taken a spot in the very last row at the drive-in. She wanted to minimize the possibility of interruptions by patrons running to the refreshment stand and gawking in at them. She knew there were no roving guards at the drive-in, so that presented no problem.

As the lights went out, she settled comfortably in her seat and eyed her son. Brad sat awkwardly stiff, almost as if embarrassed, his eyes on the screen, but his attention far from the antics of the actors. He felt a sharp awareness of the femininity and sexuality of his mother, and he mentally braced himself to get quickly into the subject of his leaving home for college, before she broke down his will with her body and personality. He had to be careful, he told himself, not to offend her, for she could make it almost impossible for him to gain his freedom and still have a chance at a college education.

Fleetingly, he cursed his father for having left his entire estate in Hazel's hands instead of having made provisions for each of the three children to share in it.

He was aware of Hazel's gaze upon him. She moved close to him and put one arm over his shoulder, while her other hand stole over and rested on his lap. For a moment, she said nothing, then as her fingers began to caress the outline of his penis, and it began to stiffen, in spite of his determination to resist, she said softly, "I've missed you, Brad."

He sighed, not knowing how to reply.

"You seem to have gotten so far away from me," she continued. "What's happened, honey?" As she said the word, she moved close to his ear and began to kiss it, her lips playing with the lobe, then her tongue flicking into its hollows.

Brad felt a tingle begin to stiffen his cock. "I-I've been busy at school," he said lamely.

"That busy?"

"Well-" He broke off, suddenly realizing that it might be. best to get right to the point.

"I graduate soon," Brad said resolutely. "I had better be planning about my college. I've pretty well made up my mind that I want to teach, and-"

"Oh, I'm so glad!" Hazel interrupted, giving him a hug.

Brad was puzzled momentarily, but her next words gave the reason for her impulsive agreement to his choice of careers.

"Why, students come from all over the state to attend State Teacher's College, right here in Redmond!"

Brad felt the trap closing on him. He should have thought this through more carefully. Now, he had practically committed himself.

"Well, I thought-" He broke off, angry at himself for feeling like a small, scared boy. "I thought that I'd be better off going someplace like-Cornell." He said the first name that popped into his head, to cool her enthusiasm for State Teacher's.

"Oh, that would be foolish! Staying here, you'd have your home, me, Bryan-no worries about your clothes or meals!"

He hated himself as he nodded agreement. It was not working out his way at all. He couldn't argue with her in this situation, with her hand playing with his cock and her hot breath in his ear, her tongue playing havoc with his emotions.

"I'd still like to get some brochures from other schools," Brad said almost apologetically, feeling that at least, he had left the door open a crack.

"Oh, sure," Hazel bubbled, confident that she had already settled the issue. "But you'll find that Mother is right, I know."

They fell silent, and she stepped up the pace of her cock-rubbing motions. Her tongue played with his ear, and her other hand fondled the softness of his neck on the opposite side. He felt her unzip his fly and slide her warm hand inside, grasping his now rigid penis. He cursed himself for the lust that she aroused in him, but felt powerless to resist her. He tried to fantasize that it was Hal's hand on his throbbing tool, remembering the many times they had had sex at this very drive-in theater. But it didn't work. Her femininity came through too strongly.

"Oh, Brad, darling," Hazel panted into his ear, "I want it. I want it in my mouth and in my body. Oh, Brad-Brad-"

Still breathing his name, she slid away from him and bent her body forward awkwardly, pulling his cock from his pants and burying it deep in her hot, wet, sucking mouth.

Brad tried desperately to imagine that it was Hal's mouth, but he couldn't. Her perfume was too seductive, the manner of sucking too feminine-too tender. He surrendered to her lovemaking without anger, telling himself that a blow job was a blow job, and if that was what he preferred, it was as good from one mouth as from another.

Hazel's head bobbed up and down rapidly, his cock going deep into her mouth, causing her own vagina to throb with desire. She listened to his gasping moans, thrilling at the heights to which she was able to bring him, looking forward to the moment when he would shoot his semen into her mouth, locking them firmly once more in the grasp of fulfilled passion.

He lunged upward, meeting her hungry, sucking motions, finally grabbing her hair in both his hands, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into his mother's mouth. In a wild flurry of motion and mingled gasps, he released all control and let her suck his ejaculation deep into her throat as his body surrendered totally to the electric thrill of orgasm.

He was a fool to walk away from all this, he thought crazily-for he could have her and Hal

-perhaps even others, by merely giving in to her wishes.

As she sucked the last drops from his still rigid penis, Brad pushed her away gently. Hazel straightened up and grabbed him impulsively around the neck, her mouth going to his, her tongue digging deep into it. He could taste the salty, musk-flavored taste of his own semen, and, remembering how Hal's semen tasted in his own mouth after he had brought him to orgasm. It brought a fresh surge of lust to him, and he returned her tonguing kiss ardently, his hand sliding up under her dress, his fingers digging deep into the wetness of her vagina. As he felt her clitoris throb in response to his harsh touch, he felt a strange antagonism rising within him. He wanted to hurt her-to deny her the same pleasure that she had just given him, yet he was afraid. He flinched mentally at the word "afraid." He was almost a full-grown man, yet he admitted that he feared this strong woman who was his mother, and whom he was now feeling up madly, like any eager lover might, seeking to have her sexually.

He felt a frustrating sense of entrapment, and he was too bewildered to fight her. He broke the kiss and scrambled awkwardly down on his knees, the dashboard of the car pushing hard against his back as he positioned himself between her spread legs.

She wore no panties. Hazel had anticipated this cunnilingus, and had tried to make it as easy as possible for her son to perform it on her in the cramped confines of the front seat of the car.

She slid down, spreading her legs wide and raising them higher so that he could move in closer. It gave her some slight pain, in her crippled hip and thigh, but she was hardly aware of it as his eager fingers spread the lips of her cunt wide, and his probing tongue found the love knob of her clitoris.

She looked down at him in the dimness, glorying in the power she felt surge through her as his tongue and teeth on her clitoris sent wild thrills through her entire body.

As he quickly brought her to the brink of orgasm, she began to moan loudly, "Oh, my son-oh, my darling son-" and at the sound of the word, Brad became more aware of the fact of who this woman was that he was sucking. It gave him a perverted thrill, thinking that it was his mother, and that he was having an incestuous relationship with her. He felt degraded and he thrilled to the idea of it.

He abandoned all concern for her physical well-being, biting savagely at the knob of flesh, sucking it into his mouth, closing his teeth upon it and letting it slide out of their grip, as Hazel continued to moan and call his name in her ecstasy.

He began to take great mouthfuls of the soft, hot flesh into his mouth, sucking it in harshly, as if trying to suck the very insides from this woman who was his mother, his tormenter, his jailor.

Her hands were at the back of his head, pulling his mouth even closer to her cunt, and he felt her clit begin to throb wildly, out of control, as she relinquished her pussy to her son's machinations.

Brad sucked and bit wildly, making low guttural sounds as he felt his own lust bursting through. As he felt her final buckings signify that she was in the throes of orgasm, he mumbled, "Oh, Mama-Mama-"

As Hazel managed to distinguish the words from his moans and grunts, it gave an added thrill to her orgasm. When her clit had quieted down, she held his mouth close to it, wallowing in the lusty feeling of his still probing tongue caressing it more tenderly now.

With reluctance on both their parts, they parted and resumed their more normal positions in the front seat. Hazel continued to stroke her son's penis, which was still erect and hard, while she kissed him hungrily on the neck and ear.

"You wouldn't ever leave me, would you, darling?" Her tone was confident, but she felt a pang of fear strike at her heart. She didn't want to give up her handsome son to the world. She wanted him to remain only hers, forever.

As the thought took shape, she remembered Bryan's inferences that his brother was becoming a homosexual. A cold wave rode her body at the repulsive thought, and momentarily, she hated Bryan for even sowing the seeds of suspicion.

"Mom-" Brad said hesitantly, "I really do want to go away to college-somewhere else. This-" he shook his head despairingly, "-this isn't right. Us, doing this-"

He felt her stiffen resentfully. She moved away from him, instantly angry at his rejection.

Before she could stop herself, the words blurted from her mouth: "It's more right than you making love to some queer!"

It snapped Bradley erect. He hadn't suspected that she knew about him and Hal, or his homosexual feelings. The thought flashed across his mind that Bryan was responsible for this, and he hated him with an unreasoning anger.

He felt that it was Bryan's fault. His private life was his own. But even as he thought this, he knew that, with Hazel for his mother, nothing in his life could ever be private or disconnected from her-unless he got away.

"You're full of shit!" As in the case of Hazel's words, Brad's seemed to burst forth before he could control them, instantly matching the thought in his mind. .

The sound of Hazel's hand striking his face was as sharp as a rifle's crack as she reacted automatically to her son's words. Violence seemed to take possession of both of them for an instant, as Brad clenched his fist and drew it back as if to strike her.

But reason took hold of him, and he let his tense muscles relax completely. He fell forward with his arms on the steering wheel, his head on his arms, great sobs of anger and frustration wracking his body.

Hazel had her hand still raised, and, almost as if she could not control herself, she began to rain blows down on her son's bent head. Brad flinched, but did not raise his head, the sobs continuing to cause his chest to heave mightily. Hazel delivered a dozen slaps before she managed to regain her self-control, and then she too relaxed in a state of utter collapse.

She lay back, her head resting against the window, staring straight ahead but seeing nothing. She had failed in her attempt to win her son back, and Hazel had never known failure where a male was concerned. She had almost completely dominated her husband, and had utterly commanded the obedience of her sons. Only her daughter, Gail, had ever managed to come out a winner in a battle with Hazel James.

Self-recrimination set in and she began to cry. She didn't heave in great sobs as Brad was still doing, but she cried softly, hot, bitter tears of defeat and self-anger.

She wanted to lean over and pat Brad's head, as she had when he was a little boy, but she couldn't. She had approached the question of his homosexuality badly, she knew, but she didn't have the self-discipline to back off and apologize to him. As the thoughts mulled about in her head, she became more sure that Bryan was right. Brad's reaction had been that of a guilty person, not an unjustly accused one, in spite of his words indicating that she was wrong in her accusation.

She quickly steeled herself to face the situation and regain command of it. She dabbed at her tears with the back of her hand and sat up, staring coldly at the still slumped figure of her oldest son. Her tone was cold and calm as she said, "Drive me home. And-" a sharp edge came to her words, "I'm going to have this out with you-tonight!"

Brad raised his head and looked dismally at her harsh face. He didn't know if he honestly hated her or loved her.

"Mom-" His voice was pleading for understanding, for a shred of her motherhood to show through to replace her steel-encased femininity.

"Drive us home!" Hazel's face and tone warned that she would brook no hesitation or refusal on his part.

"Mom-I didn't mean that!" Brad's tone had become almost a whine.

"Drive-or let me out to call a cab!" Hazel was pouring it on now, sadistically aware that she was once more in full command.

His body slumped, head almost hanging, Brad started the car, backed out and drove out of the drive-in and home.

When they pulled up near the door, he cut the motor and helped Hazel into the house. As he went back out to put the car in the garage, she snapped: "I want to see you in my room!"

She glanced at the couch, now empty, and she was glad that Bryan was not there. She didn't care if he were in bed or not, so long as he was not present to interfere. She knew she could handle Brad, but Bryan always was a problem. Perhaps she truly cared more for Bryan, she mused, as both Gail and Brad had often hinted. At least, Bryan was manageable, Hazel concluded. He was her boy, and showed little of the signs of rebellion that she had seen flowering in Brad. Gail was a lost cause. She was definitely in the outside world, where Hazel's influence was lost.

Hazel shed her light coat and quickly stripped off her dress, bra and stockings. She wanted to use every bit of leverage that she could summon, when she dealt with Brad. She glanced at herself in her large mirror. She turned this way and that, her smile finally indicating that she was satisfied with what she saw. She heard Brad enter the back door and she threw her bedroom door open, so that he could not make it to his room down the hall without her seeing him.

He came in, sheepishly, glancing at her without meeting her stern gaze. He stood just inside the door, his hands in his pants pockets, looking embarrassed but not resentful. Brad knew that he had really committed the unforgivable sin as far as his mother was concerned: he had defied her and to all effects, called her a liar. Hazel was not one to let a thing like that pass without her having some form of revenge.

"Shut the door!" she said harshly, turning so her full womanly body was exposed to his gaze.

He obeyed, leaning against the door, wondering why he was so meekly giving up his stirring manhood to this domineering, but obviously warped woman. For the thousandth time, he felt, he wondered why she didn't go out and get a man-a real, full-grown man, who would know how to cope with her.

He suddenly wished that Gail were here. Gail had the guts of her mother. She wouldn't take any of this. Brad sighed, knowing his wish was just that-a last straw to grasp at before he went down under the coming onslaught of Hazel.

"Now-" Hazel pinned him with a hard stare. "Where do you get off, talking to me like that-telling me that I'm full of shit, Mister Foul-mouth?"

"I-you just caught me off balance with that crap-that inference," Brad stammered, flushing. "Is it."

"What."

"Crap!"

Brad's blush deepened. Resentment flared inside him and he fought to keep from blurting out the truth.

"You mean about me-being-" He hesitated, unable to get the word out.

"Are you?" Hazel was relentless in her pursuit, as she became more convinced by the second, judging from his embarrassment, that her son actually was a homosexual-or at least, that he was on the borderline.

"What?" he fenced.

"Are you a qu-a homosexual?" Hazel was tiring of the game, and her tone reflected this.

"Just because I don't chase around with all the sexy broads, and happen to like an intellectual, sensible male-does that mean I'm a queer-" Brad accented the appellation deliberately, scornfully, "-or that I'm having sex with a man?"

Hazel stared coldly at him, realizing that he was still not saying anything of a definite nature that he could be pinned down with.

"You haven't answered my question." She raised her eyebrows to accentuate her insistence on a straight reply.

Brad stared at the floor to escape her penetrating stare. He needed to collect his thoughts, and he needed to make a decision as to whether or not to take his stand now, with her bedroom as the battleground. But he couldn't. He hated himself for it, but he just couldn't.

"You don't have any right..." He started bravely.

"I'm your mother! I control the money and the morals of this family. I've got every right to do anything I want!"

Even as she spewed the word "moral" from her eager mouth, Hazel knew she shouldn't have. Morals, after all, did involve incest, she knew.

Brad's quick glance told her that he hadn't missed his opening.

"Morals? You-you talk about morals?" There was a fresh confidence in his tone, and Hazel became angry-at herself as much as at Brad.

"All right. Then let's talk about money!" Hazel went for the jugular vein without a qualm. "Your father left all the money to me to do with as I see fit. Whether you like it or not, I have the bankbook. If you want to live the life you seem to, then you'll do as I say. And I say that I won't have you screwing around with any pansies!" She felt she was losing her cool, as the boys phrased it, and she didn't want to, but she had to make the point of his dependence, abundantly clear to Brad.

Surprising himself, Brad blurted out coldly, "I have to jump into bed with you anytime you say 'jump,'-is that it?" He ground out savagely, enjoying the sudden pallor that came to her face at his audacity. He twisted the knife a bit deeper as he saw he had struck home. "Like Bryan does?"

Hazel reacted automatically. She walked over to her son and slapped him hard across the face, back and forth, her knuckles leaving white marks atop the red welts that her palm had left.

She stepped back, flaring at Brad as he held his cheek with one hand. She didn't miss his clenched fist that hung at his side, nor its implications.

A wall of ice formed between them, thick, forbidding, insurmountable and unyielding. It was as if a gauntlet had been thrown, and by both of them. Each seemed to be waiting for the other to choose his way of battle.

It came from Brad. "Go fuck yourself!" he spat loudly.

It took Hazel back on her heels. She didn't really think that he would have the sheer guts to defy her, or to use the language he had to make his point.

She was at a loss for a retort, and she backed away, never letting her cold stare move from his eyes, which he averted. She somehow sensed that she still had the whip hand, and she remembered that she was naked. She stood back a few feet, her hands on her hips, her body positioned to minimize her crippled hip, her pelvic area shoved forward, her breasts jutted forward provocatively. And in spite of her mixed emotions, Hazel felt a thrill of the challenge, as she presented her body in all the lewdness she could summon, to her oldest son.

"No," Hazel finally said, a slow smile forming on her flushed face. "I won't fuck myself, Brad. You will! You need to fuck me, because it pays off. Your queer friend can't help you except in sex, whereas I can take good care of you in all departments-money, sex, domestic care-the whole schmear-as you put it. Now, you silly little boy-" her confidence was on the rise, "You get your clothes off and you get over to that bed and you get yourself a hard on! I don't care if you want to fantasize about your darling Hal or about Rita Hayworth-but you're going to finish what we started at the drive-in!"

She didn't realize that she was shouting, and she didn't care who heard her. She was a tigress in heat, with a dual purpose: to be satisfied sexually, and to use her sexual powers to retake her tottering position as queen of the household.

Brad stared at her in disbelief. He had given a lot of thought to this woman-what she was, and what she was doing and was capable of doing to him and to his brother, and to both their futures. But she had surpassed his estimate of her ultimate evil.

He fought with every fiber within him to refuse, knowing that he would lose.

"What if I tell you again-go fuck yourself?" His tone was lame, and his eyes darted away from her glare.

"I'll find a strap and beat the living shit out of you!" It sounded calm, but Hazel was bubbling over with emotion.

It had been years since she had laid a strap to his butt, but something in his mother's eyes told him that she would do it tonight, if he persisted in his defiance.

"Mama-" Without realizing that he was pleading with her, Brad held out his hands in a helpless, appealing gesture. His face was stricken, his lips trembling as he slowly walked to her and fell to his knees before her.

"Please-please," he sobbed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Please-" He clung to her naked thighs, as a smile of triumph, tinged with faint contempt, spread over Hazel's cruel mouth. She had won. She always would win-at least with Brad.

Without realizing that he was doing it, Brad clung to her thighs and buried his face in the soft pubic hair that surrounded her vagina. He was blubbering like a baby, and, almost without understanding what he was doing, he turned his face and began to kiss the lips of her pussy. His tongue began to flick in and out, and as it touched her clitoris, it drove the anger from Hazel. She spread her legs slightly, reaching down and holding the back of her son's head, pulling him in and out to set up a rhythm that pleased her senses.

It was good to look down and be able to see him performing cunnilingus, and her face filled with lust as she moved her body awkwardly to meet his thrusting tongue. Her sadistic victory, however, had heightened her passions, and she let all her pent-up emotions go, feeling orgasm flow through her hotly, as she gasped with pleasure.

When it was over, she quickly pulled Brad to his feet, helping him undress. He was like an automaton, a puppet who moved at the slightest touch, and in seconds, he stood before her naked. For a reason that he couldn't fathom, his penis was growing rigid. He told himself he hated this woman, that he didn't want her sexually, but his penis gave the lie to his thoughts.

Hazel moved awkwardly to the bed and lay down on it. She spread her legs wide, revealing her shiny, wet opening. She waited impatiently as he came to her and clambered onto the bed, as if this were the first time he had ever been in a situation like this with a female. As the thought crossed her mind, Hazel wondered vaguely if in fact, he had ever had intercourse with another girl or woman. She dismissed it from her mind as Brad crawled up between her legs and inserted the head of his penis inside her burning pussy.

He began to push it into her, without enthusiasm, responding to her body in spite of himself. As her warm, wet flesh closed about his cock, and she began to exercise the muscles of her vagina, Brad let himself down fully atop her, almost dutifully pumping away as she locked her legs about him and pushed upward to meet his thrusts.

Inside a minute, both were lost in lust for each other. Brad's body demanded release from all the tension that had built inside him, and he didn't care who provided that release.

As Hazel approached climax, she began to scratch Brad's shoulders, murmuring, "Tell me that you love me, Brad, darling ... tell me!"

Brad responded automatically, "I love you, Mama ... I love you..." She smothered his words as she took his tongue into her mouth, concentrating on the pleasant sensation that his cock was giving her as it plunged deep inside her. She sucked his tongue, bit it gently, and let herself go in a spasmodic series of bucks that terminated in her orgasm. She felt the hot semen shooting inside her, and she knew that Brad had climaxed at almost the same instant she had. Oddly, she had the same triumphant, powerful feeling that she had had a few moments before.

Brad was hers. Hers to command, to use, to keep. She broke the tongue kiss, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"You're wonderful, Brad, darling," she cooed, as if nothing but sweetness and light were between them.

He said nothing. Brad crawled off her and rolled to his feet. He grabbed his clothes and unlocked the door and darted across to his room down the hall.

Once inside, he shut and locked the door, and threw himself across his bed, biting the bedspread, beating his fists helplessly against the yielding mattress. His sobs were muffled as he cried in terror, "I hate her ... I hate her. Oh, help me, God ... help me ... Hal ... help me!"