Chapter 7
"Well what do you think it is he's doing?" she asked.
"I don't like to think about it," she said, "it's too awful."
"Well tell me," she said.
"All right," she said, "I'll tell you what I suspect. But this is just a guess. I'm not sure."
"Go ahead."
"All right," she said, "I suspect very strongly that he is involved with the drug traffic. You see he is in the wholesale drug business. And I have something that makes me suspicious of him very much."
"There is a lot of money in that," she said, "and it is a terrible thing to think of."
"I know it is," she said, "that drug traffic has brought so many people so much grief it makes me sick to think my husband would be involved in it in any way."
It was obvious to her, that she was worried.
"You know honey," she said, "I have gotten into a business myself. It's not a very good business."
"Well what is it?" she asked, "it must be good or you couldn't sleep at night."
"It isn't honey, it's the oldest profession, if you know what I mean.'
"Not you Gloria," she said, "I just can't believe it."
"Yes," she said, "that's what I have been doing."
"I'm ashamed of you," she said, "I'm sorry that I'm ashamed of you."
"Well you should be," she said, "except that I guess we all look at our lives and see our own sins as virtues. For example, I say that I perform a service."
"Well that's a novel way of looking at it," she said, "tell me. I would be interested in knowing how you can rationalize what you're doing dear."
Susan said dear with a certain degree of acid in her tone. And this instantly was picked up by Gloria. Gloria didn't appreciate it either.
"Maybe we just better split up dear, why don't we go dutch for this lunch?"
"I invited you," Susan insisted, "it's perfectly all right honey. But you must admit that was quite a jolt. I think I need another drink."
She motioned for the waitress to come over and then she had another drink.
"Do you feel better now?" she asked.
"Well no," she said, "I really don't. If anything I feel worse."
"Why?" she asked her.
"I'll tell you why," she said, "I feel worse because the reality of what you're doing and what I'm doing got to me. You see I'm no saint myself."
Immediately, Gloria looked at her and guessed that she had some sexual activity that she was ashamed of too.
"Well tell me," she said, "I'm dying to know what you have done darling.
"I'm ashamed to tell you," she said, "I really am ashamed."
"Well don't be," she said, "go ahead and tell me."
Finally she broke down and told part of the truth.
"Well if you must know," she said, "I will tell you." Then she hesitated and found it difficult to say another word.
"Go ahead," she said, "tell me. I know it's something interesting."
"No it isn't," she admitted, "it isn't really interesting."
Finally, Gloria decided that if she drank with her it might be easier for her to talk.
"Would it help if I drank with you dear?" she asked.
"It would help a lot."
She called the waitress back and had something more to drink. Then, while the two of them were getting stoned, they could now talk freely.
"I'm sure that my husband was playing around," she explained, "and it bothered me so much that I felt the only thing that I could do was to go out and drink and this I did. But I feel like a terrible person for doing it because at the bar I found a man. A man I thought I would enjoy. He took me to his place honey and he did terrible things to me. I got balled like I've never been balled before."
"Why you lucky girl," she said, "I think it's great that you have found out what it's like to have sex with someone else. That's terribly dull darling, always to screw the same man. I think marriage is a marvelous institution, but a very monotonous, boresome one. Sure, some people feel they have to be married. But in this day and age, when we're trying to fight every problem that man has, let's face it overpopulation is one of man's biggest problems. And how glad I am that I've floated in my own way. I don't intend to have any children. And I don't intend to get married. But I do intend to enjoy myself physically. And I mean by physically, I mean sexually. There's nothing wrong with having a good time. I don't force myself on anyone. And, I charge of course. Why shouldn't I?"
"But that's illegal here," she said.
"Well the way I do it, I don't think it is. It's like a love offering. Of course I make a suggestion. And they leave it on the dresser."
"Why Gloria," she said, "you're terrible."
"I am not darling," she said, "I'm not terrible at all. As a matter-of-fact I'm proud of myself."
"Well you shouldn't be," she said, "you know what a lot of people would think of you don't you?"
"Yes I do," she said, "and I guess they wouldn't think very much would they?"
She knew it was true. And it bothered her.
"If I told you everything about myself, you probably would think that I was a despicable human being."
"Why I wouldn't at all," she said, "you have the wrong idea. Now, honey, tell me."
"No, I can't."
"Please tell me," she said, "I want to know."
"No," she said, "J can't tell you. Ever."
"I wouldn't hate you no matter what you did. I think all of that type of talk is ridiculous."
Suddenly, she felt that perhaps she could com fide in Gloria. It was bugging her. And she had to get it out of her system.
"All right," she admitted, "I will tell you."
"Please do," she said.
"What would you think if I were to tell you that I had had sexual intercourse with my own son?, :
"I wouldn't believe you."
"Is it so terrible as all of that?"
"Yes," she said, "it's the unforgivable sin."
"Well, maybe I think you're doing the unforgivable thing," she said, "you're throwing your body-at lustful men who don't give a damn about you. There's no love involved. They have hard penises and they want to plunge them into your vagina, dear. Do you call that such a noble deed?"
"It's not noble but it's necessary," she said, "at least I'm not involved that way, incest."
Gloria glared at her. And in the glare of her eyes, she caught the horror that was her own self. She knew that if anyone knew what type of person she was, how little they would think of her.
"Is it that bad?" she asked, "is it?"
"Of course it is," she said, "it's unforgivable. I'm ashamed of you. First of all, I can hardly believe you would stoop that low. But worse than that, I can hardly believe that you would ever tell me. Why should I be told about your awful problems. Do you want to damage the day for me?"
"Why, do you have a hundred dollar an hour job coming up?"
"For your information I have honey. And I hope to perform well. Sex is where you find it. So is the bread. And I have found the bread where sex is honey, I wish you would wise up. You ought to lay off your sweet son. Jimmy is a marvelous young man. But how can you expect him to grow up normal, if you choose to have sex with him. His body is something you have no claim to. And I've got to tell you the truth."
"I don't think that's very nice of you not to have any feeling for me," she said.
"Look," she said, "you are being difficult You have a nerve to tell me your problems. Everybody has problems, but they have to face up to them alone. So, if you will forgive me I will be leaving. I hate to leave you alone, especially with that dilemma such as you have, dear, but you understand I can't take any more of it."
She understood all right, and it really disgusted her. She realized that she had little sympathy for her.
"So long," she said, "take it easy."
There was no doubt in her mind, that she was alone. She went back to her home, and the phone was ringing as she entered. But before she could answer it the person who was calling hung up. She called the investigator's office. He answered immediately.
"I wonder if I could talk to Roger Martin."
"Roger Martin speaking," the voice answered.
"This is Susan Kelly," she said, "and I want to talk to you. Maybe we should forget the whole thing."
"It's too late Mrs. Kelly," he said, "I have all the dope. I never do this on the phone. If you want to come down to my place, with the balance of what you owe me, I will give you all the information. I think I have enough now for you to go on."
"Thank you," she said, "but how much is that?"
"It is worth five hundred more," he said, "I put a lot of time and work into it."
"But you have only put a couple of days in it," she said.
"I get paid well," he said, "because l deliver. So, if you're interested I'll see you in half an hour, at my place."
"Thank you too much," she said coldly, "I'll see you later."
At first he didn't know if she would see him or not. However, when her voice changed when she told him that she would see him, he felt more confident that he had her biting.
She quickly went to her checkbook and verified her balance. She knew that her husband would probably wonder why she was spending so much. She decided it would be best not to mark the checks in the check book.
She slipped another check into her purse and went down to see the private investigator, Roger Martin.
"Well," Mr. Martin said, "it certainly took you long enough."
"How much is it?" she asked acidly.
"Well, as long as you want to be so business like about it, it's five hundred, it hasn't gone up since I talked to you last."
"Well I certainly hope not," she said.
"I can tell you what your husband is involved in. It's the drug racket. He supplies the drugs for this Harry Hanover. And Hanover pays him. He pays him very well."
"You certainly learned a lot quickly didn't you?"
"Well I have my sources," he said, "on a case like this, I have to consult the underworld. I pay them off, and I get my information."
"But how do you know your information is accurate?" she asked.
When he had finished telling her all he knew about her husband's activities, she was well aware of how accurate he was.
"Well what can I do without wrecking him to get a divorce?"
"That does present a problem," he said, "for if you reveal everything that your husband has done, he will go to jail undoubtedly. Then, there will be no money for you."
"Well," she said, "that puts me into a rather difficult position. I want to divorce him of course. I can't stand him. And I don't want to go on living with him another minute. But I don't like the idea of being cut off without a penny."
"I feel sorry for you," he said, "you slimy women always make me laugh."
"How dare you speak that way to me?" she said, rising to her feet.
"Oh don't put on such an act," he laughed, "you undoubtedly have a lover on the side. And that's why you come to me boldly. You women don't fool me, I see your kind all the time."
"I can't stand you," she said angrily.
"It's the truth that you can't stand," he said, "and I'm simply presenting you with the truth."
"You really get me bitter," she said, "I'm leaving now."
"I have a good device to get your husband in trouble," he said, "something that wont involve as much trouble as exposing his connection with the drug racket."
"What do you suggest?" she asked curiously.
"Another woman," he said, "I know a little chick who for one hundred dollars would ball your husband. And then I know a photographer who for fifty bucks would photograph them doing it. We could case some bar that he goes to, and have this chick put the make on him. It would be relatively simple."
"You mean my husband is that disloyal?" she asked.
"Yes, from what I have learned he is. And so, your problems are solved my dear."
"Well I'm glad," she said, "that you have taken the trouble to get this all figured out."
Now she was really happy. She could hardly wait to trap her husband.
"And how much do I have to pay you?" she asked.
"Well considering that you will be paying them a hundred and fifty together, I suppose another hundred and fifty for me would be fair."
"I don't consider that very fair," she said, "all you're doing is acting as an agent, sort of a contact man. I think you should get ten percent."
"You are a little bitch aren't you?" he said tightly.
"Don't talk to me that way," she said, "I won't take it."
"Oh yes you will," he said, "you'll take it all right."
She was getting angrier every second. She realized how impossible the situation was. She either had to pay or get in trouble.
"All right," she said, "I'll give you your money. But it's blood money. Remember that."
"Call it by any name you want," he said, "just so long as the check doesn't bounce."
"My checks are good as gold," she said.
He nodded and grinned and took the check.
"I assure you my dear that within two weeks, we will have your husband right where you want him. With what I have learned, he is due back in town a week from Friday. And at that time, we will have the bar cased at his usual place. That is providing nothing comes up that we're not counting on. We hope he comes to his regular watering hole."
"Thank you Mr. Martin," she said in a quick tone, "I certainly don't agree with what you're doing. And your judgment of me is all wrong. I happen to be a person of the highest moral codes. And I think that you are being extremely callous in making the comments that you have made to me. But I will forgive you out of your Ignorance."
"Thank you generous lady," he laughed, "I appreciate your consideration."
Now, it was very clear to her that she would have to sit it out and wait. When she got home that afternoon, she saw her son was waiting to talk to her.
"How are you honey?" she smiled at him.
"Fine," he said, "but I've got a problem mom."
"What kind of problem dear?" she said nervously, knowing almost before he said it that it would have to be some girl that he found very attractive.
"Well, I found me this chick that I really dig."
"Chick you dig?" she said, "probably some little tramp with a disease."
"You've got a diseased mind mom," he said, "I would never be attracted to a slut."
"Well why do you talk about this?" she said, pretending that she couldn't understand why he ever would be attracted to another woman.
"Because, it's normal. A boy reaches my age, and he is bound to find some woman attractive to him. Mom, I can't go on having sex with you. You understand that don't you?"
"What about Miami? What about our plans?"
"Miami is a million miles away now," he said, "this girl really turns me on. I don't know why, but she does. She's a gal from South America. From Brazil. And I have noticed her, but today she came over to me and asked me why I never dated her. Can you imagine that?"
"The sign of a hussy," she said, "that's what she is. A cheap little slut."
"Look mom," he said, "I won't have you talk about her that way. Do you understand ? "
"Why you sound like you plan to marry her."
"Sure," he said, "why shouldn't I? She is absolutely gorgeous. And I'm nuts about her. Do you mind?"
"Yes I do mind," she said, "I only want what is best for you dear. And I'm sure that this is not the best thing. You aren't thinking clearly. You remember that we talked about going to Miami and me divorcing father. Well I finally have it all arranged."
"What do you mean arranged?" he asked, "have you been to a lawyer?"
"Well not exactly a lawyer dear," she said nervously looking about, "but it will come off."
"I don't read you mom," he said, "what kind of hell are you up to?"
"I'm not up to anything," she said, "just working out a little justice if you know what I mean."
"I don't know what you mean," he said, "but I would be very interested in knowing. Your idea of justice mom, would be a very interesting thing. I'm sure, you have the cards stacked all against dad."
"Why I love your father," she said, "it's just that he is disloyal, dishonest, and involved in illicit drug traffic."
The moment he heard that he said, "maybe dad could get me some drugs."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well mom," he explained, "every kid uses drugs. There's nothing wrong with that."
"That's what you think," she said angrily, "you can get into all kinds of trouble using drugs. And I don't want to hear anymore about it."
She realized the situation she was in, the more disgusted she became.
"Well," she said, "I suppose all of our plans are off. Off, because you want drugs now."
"That isn't a nice attitude mom," he said angrily.
"Well don't worry about my attitude," she said, "I have a good attitude."
"The hell you have," he said, "look what I have done for you. I have tried to give you a good fuck. Show you love. And all you have done is shunned me. I don't think you appreciate me one little bit."
"That's not true," she insisted, "I love you a lot."
She was anxious for more sex. She thought if she could have him one more time it would give her a great amount of relief.
"Well just because we're not going to Miami doesn't mean that we can't have anymore to do with each other does it son?"
"Well no," he admitted, "what do you want me to do now ball you?"
"Well that's the general idea," she said, "let's go up to my bedroom honey and have a good time."
She had talked him into it. And together they moved up to her bedroom. When they got into the bedroom, she decided that she would use her most enticing manner to try to lure him back to her bed many more times.
Now she didn't waste any time. She was very careful how she did everything. And it was getting him all the more turned on.
"Oh mom," he smiled, "what a gorgeous body. Every minute I see you, you get me more excited. I really want to ball you now."
She could see that he did. He was getting out of his clothes in record time. She was real ly getting turned on when she saw him slipping out of his shorts and got a load of his giant penis.
"Oh wow!" she said, "you really need it. And I'm glad that I am here to help you."
"You don't fool me none," he said, "you want it too."
This was indeed the truth. She was aching for it. She could hardly wait to feel that huge penis sliding into her.
"Oh fuck me," he said, "give it to me."
Now she had slid out of her panties and her bra and she was on the bed with her legs spread in anticipation of sex with him. She could hardly wait.
"Oh mom," he told her, "do you ever look great. You've really got a body."
Now he was hot and so was she. It wasn't going to be much longer now. He straddled her, and she reached for it.
"Let me guide you in darling," she said, "it's so much fun that way."
Now she was using her hands to massage the head of it as she slowly eased it into herself. Moment by moment she was getting more excited.
"Oh yes," he gasped excitedly, "do that."
She got it into herself and then he began pumping away.
"Fuck me," he begged her, "that's the way I like it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Give it to me."
Faster and faster the hard penis rode into her. And with every jab she became more intrigued and excited.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I like!"
Her vagina muscles were working overtime now. She was really giving him a good fuck.
"Oh fuck me," she begged, "fuck me."
Her hot hands reached for her son's buttocks. She massaged his behind as he stabbed into her.
"Way up there honey," she urged him on, "that's the way I like it. All the way darling. Give it to me."
Faster and faster the hard penis rode into her. And every second he was becoming more intrigued, more excited and thrilled.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep that going. That's what I want!"
Her hot hands were all over his back. She was clawing him.
"Take it easy," he told her, "you'll have me bleeding."
"I can't help it," she told him frankly, "I have gotten so turned on, I can't help it."
There was no doubt about it, she was a very stimulated woman. And every moment he was becoming more fascinated with what she was doing.
"Oh mom," he panted, "does that ever feel good to .me. Oh yes. I love that. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it fast baby."
At this point he was really enjoying it.
"Give it to me," he begged, "oh yes mom, give it to me."
The hot passionate pleasure that they were deriving from this sexual act was stimulating wild hard thrusts of the penis.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want. Give it to me!"
She knew that he wouldn't be much longer now. He was riding into her with full force.
"Oh, ah, yes yes. That's what I want baby. Keep that going."
The pleasure that he was deriving from their sexual activity, was nearing a pitch of climax.
"Juice it," he told her, "that's it honey. Juice me!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now. And the two of them were really turned on. All the way.
"Oh baby," she gasped excitedly, "that's it. Ram it home!"
She hadn't been doing this much longer before the front door opened, but she was too engrossed in what she was doing to notice. Her husband, Kelvin, was coming home. And as he went up the steps to her room, he was grimly aware that she was entertaining a man. It really got to him. He wondered who on earth it could be. He was going to catch her, and give her the devil. As he walked through the door, he got the shock of his life. There before him was his own son having sex with his wife.
"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, "what do you think you're doing?"
Immediately she screamed. The piercing scream got to Jimmy immediately.
"What's up mom?" he asked.
Glancing around he saw his father. He had been so involved in giving it to her that he hadn't even heard his voice.
"Well, dad," he said, "we weren't expecting you."
Jimmy pulled himself out of her. As he stood there with his giant size penis dripping, his father walked over to him and gave him a sock in the jaw.
"Oh you shouldn't have done that," Jimmy said, "you really shouldn't have dad."
And then his father got a little surprise himself. Jimmy's fist collided with his jaw. Stunned by what his own son had done in more ways than one, Kelvin just stood there in a daze.
Now, the truth was out. There was no more fooling anybody. But she had to make some accusations for her ego's sake.
"You're involved in illicit drug traffic," she gasped, "I know that. Don't you play self righteous. You good for nothing drug peddler."
"You're one to talk," he told her, "just a cheap slut. I never should have married you. You used to play around before I married you. You said you wouldn't continue. It's obvious you have. But this is even more than I thought you would be able to do."
"Don't talk about loyalty," she said angrily, "you haven't been loyal to anybody but yourself. And you know it. So let's get off this preacher pitch. It won't wash."
It was evident to him that it indeed would not wash. However, he knew that she was guilty of a sin of incest.
"When I go to court to divorce you," he snapped, "when they find out that you have been fucking with your own son, you will be sorry that you ever talked to me like this."
"The only thing that I will be sorry about," she said indignantly, "is that I ever married you. That was my first mistake. I can never forgive myself for that."
"Aren't you the self righteous one," he laughed.
"Well I know where it's at," she said, "that's more than I can say for you."
There was no doubt about it now, she was really angry. However her anger was doing her no good.
The young boy walked out of the room. He left the two of them alone.
"You know," he said, "the only thing you were good for was fucking. I've got to hand it to you, you did manage to keep a nice tight pussy. And I suppose it wouldn't hurt as long as I'm going to be divorcing you anyway to get something out of you."
She glared at him.
"If you think for one minute that I'm going to submit to you for sex," she said angrily, "you've got another think coming. I don't ever want to have anything more to do with you. Not today, not tomorrow, nor as long as I live.
Have you got that straight?"
"Oh yes," he said, "I've got it straight. But there are a lot of things I want to straighten out with you baby."
Saying not another word, Kelvin decided he would get his last licks in.
He undressed, and decided he would really ball her hard. He wanted to do it savagely and roughly and call her dirty names. Just to get even with her. Also, he was horny. But his first feeling was anger which he could demonstrate with a wild fuck. She watched him undressing, and tried to figure out ways to stop him. She didn't like the savage look in his eyes. It bothered her.
"Why don't you forget it?" she demanded, "you know you're just about out of your mind now with anger. This is no time to have sex. You know that don't you, darling?"
"I don't know a damn thing except that I want a fuck," he said.
Now he was turned on. He rammed it in there, and really went to town. As the hot penis stabbed her, she became more and more excited.
"Oh does that ever feel good," she said, "oh yes baby, fuck me."
The hard thrusting penis was giving her enormous pleasure.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. I like that Kelvin. Can't you forgive me?"
He demonstrated his forgiveness with harder and harder thrusts. It was really getting him uptight.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck baby, fuck."
The pleasure now was building now to a furious pitch. He could hardly stand it.
"Oh-h-h, ah-h-h, yes baby, yes. That's beautiful!"
Suddenly, the huge penis exploded within her. As the hot juice surged inside of her, she squeezed it. And in spite of herself, she found herself cuming.
"You see honey," he laughed, "it's the only thing you're good for. When we go to court, I promise I won't mention Jimmy, it could wreck both of us. But I want you to know that I think you are a common, ordinary tramp. Of the lowest sort."
It was difficult for her to realize that it was the last time for them together. Then she told him the truth.
"You know I had you checked out honey. I was going to divorce you. I wanted to run away with Jimmy. However, it worked against me. You see Jimmy would never be satisfied with me. He had to have more. Namely, you. He thought you were a better father than I was a good mother. That really gets me uptight thinking about it. But we all make our mistakes."
"Yes baby we do all make our mistakes. And you certainly have made your share haven't you?"
"I'm afraid I have darling," she answered, "and I won't even ask your forgiveness. I know you wouldn't want to give me any forgiveness."
Well at least they understood each other and that was the important thing. It had been a painful moment for the both of them and try as he would, he knew that he had to look at life another way. He really dug her, and she dug him. However, they knew that they were no good for each other.
"Don't you think you ought to go in and apologize to our son?" he asked her curiously.
"I only loved him," she said.
"Did you ever think that it was love mingled with lust?" he asked her.
"Well you can define it many different ways. I choose to define it as love. Straight love and nothing else."
"Well, let me tell you a thing or two," he said, "this is the most selfish love that I have ever heard of. You didn't really give a damn about him. You wanted him. You wanted to use him. And you ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Well I'm not," she said, "I'm not ashamed of myself at all."
"Well what if he had gotten uptight over what he had done, and gone out and tried to kill himself? Would you feel guilty then?"
She thought about it a long moment.
"Let me tell you something, Susan," Kelvin continued, "you remember Marilyn Stevens?"
"Well yes I do. Marilyn is a lovely girl. She was such a bright girl too."
"Marilyn is dead now," he said, "she killed herself."
"Why did she do that?"
"Because," he explained, "her father had sex with her. And it got to her. It upset her mind so bad she took her own life."
"Oh God that's awful," she admitted frankly.
"Well I thought you would see it that way," he said, "I want you to go in there and apologize to Jimmy. I want you to tell him that you did the wrong thing, and you never again will take advantage of him. And baby I'm still going to divorce you. I don't care to go on living with you. But, that's the one decent thing you can do. And I promise if you will do that I'll never bring it up another time, not even in divorce court. But I want to save my son. What I do now is not for you, but for him. I hope you understand that."
She looked up at him nervously, her lower lip was quivering.
"Oh I understand it very well," she said, "you hate me."
"Hate is the wrong word," he said, "I just don't care for you. But I don't hate you. All right you go ahead and tell him. Okay?"
Even though it was a very difficult thing for Susan to do, she knew that she had to do it. She went into his room, and she announced, "can you forgive me?"
"Forgive you?" the young boy asked his mother.
"Yes," she said, "I seek your forgiveness."
"For what mom?" he asked. "For having sexual relations with you dear."
"But you said love comforted everything."
"Almost everything," she said, "but incest isn't one of those things it comforts. I'm sorry."