Chapter 17
Melinda couldn't help but be crushed as a result of what Dave had forced her to endure in sex with himself and Kay.
In the days immediately following that episode, she took to drinking a great deal. She also did a lot of sulking, and what made matters worse was the fact that her son, Jerry, was spending so much time out of the house on dates.
Melinda hated to ever impose on Jerry's time. She realized that her affair with him, at best, was only transitory, and she did not want to do anything to ruin his mental outlook about life in general.
She realized how important it was for him to maintain other associations, and for that reason she did not want to step in and take the affirmative action that would deprive him of such relationships.
Melinda spent a good deal of time in bed, and as she lay there, she would fantasize about Jerry and eventually would wind up playing with herself.
She would take the fingers of her right hand and allow them to maneuver over her pussy. She slid the fingers ever so smoothly, keeping up the movements until her juices exploded.
Sometimes, after she finished masturbating, Melinda would burst into tears just thinking about her terrible situation. She wanted Jerry so badly, yet didn't want in any way to impede him from running around to his heart's content.
She could tell that the fact that Jerry bad had sex with her had imparted feelings of guilt into him. He knew that it was anything but accepted to have sex with one's own mother, and, being only sixteen years of age, he was hardly prepared to withstand such a traumatic shock.
One evening, about a week after Melinda had had sex with her husband and Kay, she got a call from Dave.
"I'm drunk," he laughed.
"I can tell."
"You don't have anything against that, do you?"
"I guess not. After all, it's your body."
"Is that, all you can say?"
"What should I be saying?" she replied, a bit impatiently.
"You ought to be concerned."
"I can't win any way," she sighed. "If I get concerned, then I'm being an old biddy who's uptight. If I don't get concerned, then you're wondering why. That's the way it is with a drunk. You just can't please him."
"Hang on there. I'm no drunk."
"What would you call yourself?"
"I'm a guy who enjoys the pleasures of drinking and enjoys the pleasures of a woman's company."
"I'll bet you have one on the string right now," Melinda speculated.
"You're damned right I do," Dave admitted. "She invited me over to her pad, so I just wanted to tell you that it will be a while before' I'll be home."
"Stay the entire night with her if that's what you want," Melinda said. "No, I couldn't do that."
"Why not?"
"Her husband's getting back from a trip to the
East. She's got to pick him up pretty early in the morning."
"I see. I didn't figure it would be moral reasons that would prevent you from staying."
"Hell no," he laughed. "Anyway, I just wanted to call and tell you I wouldn't be home until some time after midnight."
"It's very considerate of you to call."
"I thought so," Dave chuckled. "So I'll see you later, baby."
Melinda burst into tears as she put the phone back on the cradle. It burned her up that her husband was that inconsiderate. He was openly cavorting with another woman and was so brazen about it that he would call her up and let her know.
The hour grew late, and Melinda sat up drinking and watching television. Her mind was so confused that she knew she couldn't sleep, so she just kept on sipping scotch and looking at the television set.
She was having difficulty, though, concentrating on the program that she watched. She had so many other things on her mind.
Melinda was hoping that her son would arrive home at a fairly decent hour. If ever she needed to at least talk to him, it was right then and there.
She heard the sound of the car pulling into the driveway at a few minutes past eleven.
Melinda raised the glass to her lips, finishing the contents of the scotch, and putting down the empty glass.
She waited pensively as she heard footsteps moving toward the front door.
A grinning Jerry opened the door and strolled inside the house.
"Hi there," he began, with a friendly wave.
"Its good to see you, honey," Melinda said. "It must have been a long date."
"You know, just went out with some friends of mine and we cruised the whole town," Jerry said. "We didn't do anything more daring than sip some beer."
"Then why are you out this late?"
"It's only a little after eleven.".
"I guess that isn't so late by your standards."
"No, it's not."
"I've got to remember that today's generation is a little different from mine."
"We've living in a lot more screwed-up world, Mom."
"Yes, we are. I know that is a fact. Particularly tonight."
"What do you mean? Because I'm back later than you think I ought to be?" Jerry looked at her in puzzlement.
"That's not what I mean at all. I'm talking about your father." , "What's the problem with Dad."
"Oh, he called from a bar to let me know he wouldn't be home."
"That's kind of nice of him."
"It sure is," she said sarcastically. "Particularly when you consider that he's over at a married woman's house, and that he'll be balling her until the wee hours of the morning."
"How do you know that."
"He told me."
"Oh no! He did a thing like that."
"He certainly did, darling. The man is about to drive me up a wall."
"Gosh, Mom. That makes me feel awful to hear."
"Could I fix you a drink."
"No, thanks."
"I think I ought to at least fix myself one."
"Oh no. You don't need anything more to drink," Jerry shook his head.
The sympathetic young son sat down on the sofa next to his mother. He began by reaching out and letting his fingers run ever so soothingly through his mother's hair.
"I hate to see you feeling so sad, Mom, I really do," Jerry said softly.
"I'm not much on the idea either."
"I want to kiss you."
"Go ahead, my sweet. I'd love to have you do it."
He leaned his head forward, allowing his tender, red lips to plunge against hers.
He let his lips collide ever so soothingly against Melinda's. They remained pressed for several long minutes.
After a moment's pause, he pushed his lips forward once more. This time he made certain that their lips collided with more devastating impact than they had on the earlier occasion.
Jerry knew something about momentum in the act of lovemaking, and he wanted the second kiss to be that much brisker than the first.
Jerry released his lips from Melinda's, then once more let his lips come into contact with hers. The lips crushed together with enthusiastic joy, and he reached out with both hands, running his fingers ever so spiritedly through his mother's hair.
Melinda's body began to quiver with mounting electricity from the devastating kisses that her son provided.
He finally released his lips from hers, deciding that it was time to allow his tongue to maneuver inside her mouth.
Jerry slipped his tongue into Melinda's mouth, letting it collide with hers. The longer that the tongues spiritedly met, the better that it made him feel to know just how much he was doing to ease his mother's troubled spirit.
She was feeling much better now that Jerry had taken charge of things. His tongue continued to stab with radar-like thrusts against hers, and as the tempo continued to mount he felt that much better about everything that was happening.
Jerry ultimately released his tongue from his mother's mouth, after which he began to undo her dress.
"Baby, let's go into my bedroom," Melinda said. "It's much easier for you to undress me there."
"But I do badly want to do the honors," he pointed out. "I want to get a chance to strip you clean."
"I'm more than happy to give you that opportunity," she sighed. "Oh baby."
Jerry couldn't resist another chance to let his lips come into steady contact with Melinda's.
The lips clashed with spirited excitement, and both of their bodies began to tremble from the spirited contact which they supplied to one another.