Chapter 7
That afternoon, when Marsha came down from the attic, Jeff was standing at the bottom of the steps, waiting to speak to his mother.
He had been thinking about it all weekend and he knew that he had to ask her. He had promised Jessica and that blonde meant a great deal to him. He also believed that the interview would be good for his mother too. She needed to return to the limelight, where she could be happy. She needed to quit guarding her secrets so closely. Marsha saw her son waiting for her and looking up at her. She smiled at him, but, when Jeff did not smile back, she knew that something was on his mind, something was bothering him. She glanced behind her, up to the attic and she wondered if that had something to do with her son's troubled look. She knew that Jeff hated that thing in the attic.
"H-H-Have you been up with h-h-h-him?" the boy stammered.
"Of course," she said. "He is all that is up there."
"Why d-d-don't you put h-h-h-him away somewhere?"
She stared at him. He had asked that question several times in the last couple of years. Now she gave him the answer that she always gave him, the one that did not seem to satisfy him at all. "He is my husband and your father," she said softly.
"He is nothing!" the boy shouted, not stammering at all. "He should be forgotten!"
Marsha was close to her blond son by then. She slapped Jeff hard across the face, so hard that the boy fell back and put his hand on his cheek where she had hit him.
"Don't you ever say that about your father!" she yelled. "He was a good man and he was a war hero!"
But then she felt immediately sorry for what she had done to Jeff. She knew that, in a way, her son was right. She knew that her husband would never recognize her or his children or anyone else in the world.
It had started when Ted Billings had returned from Vietnam with no legs. He had stepped on a mine during his last day in Vietnam and his legs had been blown off. But he had been conscious of the outside world then. He had sat in his room and cried and talked to Marsha about his ruined life and he had asked Marsha to suck his cock so that he could feel something. His wife had done that for him, but she worried because he was taking drugs, too many drugs. He said that he needed all of that stuff in his veins to give him a reason for living and he had taken more and more as the months went by. Then, one afternoon, he had just been sitting in his chair. When Marsha came in, he did not stir. He stared straight ahead like a man who was dead, forever dead. She rushed Ted to the hospital and there she had been told that he was as good as dead, that he would probably never notice anything again.
That is when she moved to Massachusetts. She did not want the Hollywood reporters to find out that her husband was a vegetable and she knew that she would have to spend a great deal of time caring for him. She moved him into the attic of their house in Massachusetts and fed him and cleaned him every day. Her children did not even want to admit that he was there in the house with him. They did not go up to see him. They hated the fact that he was in the house with him and they begged their mother to send him away.
But they did not understand that she could not send him away, that she still needed that man that she loved with her, even though he did not recognize her, even though he stared blankly ahead of him and shit his pants and dribbled food down his chin when she fed him.
And they did not understand that she needed this secret to keep her warm at night.
But even Marsha realized that there was a certain sickness in her soul, a sickness that kept her husband with her. She knew that her son and her daughter were right when they said that she should send her husband away and she knew that she could not really explain the need that she felt in her heart to have that man around the house with her when he was as useless as a vegetable to her.
So, now, she felt sorry about hitting her son. She moved toward Jeff, wanting to apologize for hitting him, but the words would not come. Instead, she just reached out and put her arms around her handsome, stuttering son.
But Jeff pulled away from her and glared at her with anger in his eyes. The slap was too much for him. It was the final humiliation that came with being Marsha Billings' son.
"You never tell me anything," he found himself saying. "You-you-you-you keep secrets from m-m-m-me. You don't c-c-care about me or Kristy. You let Kristy become a wh-wh-wh-whore."
The accusations did not make sense to Jeff, even though he was the one who had made them.
But he could tell by looking in his mother's blue eyes that they made sense to her, that they made a deeper sense that told her that she had failed the family in some secret way.
Her eyes clouded with tears and then it was Jeff's turn to feel bad, to move to his mother and put his arms around her and hold her as she started to cry. He wanted to ask her forgiveness but he could not. He could not speak at all. He just held his sexy mother as he cried into his shoulder.
Marsha knew that he was right. She had kept too many secrets from the boy and his sister and she was in some way to blame for the way that her daughter was acting with the young men of the town. She looked into her son's sad eyes and then she realized that she could regain his love and his respect if she would just show him one of her secrets. They were standing in the upstairs hallway and Marsha looked down that hallway to the door. She knew the leather room was behind that door, that that room was one of her guarded secrets. She wanted to show the leather to her son.
She moved away from her son and took his hand in hers and led him to that door. She stopped outside the door and reached into the pocket of the slacks that she wore. She pulled out the key to the door and unlocked it. Then she opened the door and turned on the light and led her son into the leather room.
Jeff looked around him when he was in there. He could not believe that this room existed. It was all black and shining with leather and the smell overcame, almost knocked him down. But he liked the aroma too, liked it so much that he looked at his mother and smiled. He did not really understand why his mother had outfitted a. room in this way, but he could understand why a person could be happy surrounded by this leather. He was happy as he stood there. He was happy and turned on too. He could feel his cock hardening in his trousers. When his cock grew hard, he thought suddenly of Jessica and he knew that this was the time to ask his mother to grant the blonde woman an interview.
"Mother," he said, "I-I-l-I know a woman."
He paused and studied his mother's face. When Marsha smiled at him, he knew that he was still safe, that she was happy that he knew a woman.
"She is a re-re-re-reporter," he added.
Then the smile faded from Marsha's face. A reporter? She did not like the sound of that.
But Jeff knew that he had to barge on now with the request. He was already in trouble with his mother. He would have to just come out right and ask her for this favor. He took a deep breath and concentrated on the words that he wanted to use. He did not want to stammer now. He did not want to remind his mother of his affliction. He wanted her to agree to this request because she sensed the power and the male strength in her son.
"She wants to interview you for television and I think that you should let her do it," he said.
Then he sighed. He had said it. Now he knew that he had to stand there and wait for his mother's reaction, whatever it might be. He looked at his mother as she stared at him. Her face got red with anger.
"Is this the woman you fucked the other night?" she asked with a harsh voice.
"W-w-w-hat?"
"I know you fucked a woman the other night. You came home smelling like a fucking cunt."
Jeff did not say anything at all. He was too shocked, too ashamed to say anything. Yet, he was also angry. He did not think that it was any of his mother's business if he fucked a woman. After all, Kristy fucked a lot of guys and his mother had never scolded Kristy for that.
"I was happy when you came home happy," Marsha said, "but now that woman thinks that she can interview me just because she is willing to fuck my son. That is ridiculous."
Jeff began to look around the leather room again. How could a woman who lived in a room such as this one say that anything was ridiculous? He wondered that and he sensed that this room had a sexual meaning for his mother too.
"I have a right to my privacy," the woman said with a sneer on her face.
"What do you do in here?" her son asked.
"What?"
"What do you do in here?"
Jeff was not looking at his mother at that moment. He was looking around the room. When Marsha did not answer him right away, he turned and stared at her with his blue eyes wide. He was not angry. He was only interested, so interested that he would not be denied that special information. Marsha sensed that in his eyes. She sensed his strength.
"What do you do in here?" he asked again, surprised that he did not stammer at all.
And the mother knew that she would have to answer her son and tell him the truth. She could not keep secrets from him any longer. He was a man and he would not allow it.
"I dress in leather and masturbate," she said.
The young man did not say anything for a while. Then he gave his mother an order.
"Show me," he said calmly.
"What?"
"Show me how you do it," he said.
And he did not stammer. He spoke surely because he knew that his mother would not be able to deny him. He sensed something growing in him, something growing just as his cock was growing in his pants and he knew that that something was masculine power. For years there had been no real man in the house except for the father, who was a mindless vegetable. Now, Jeff knew, he was taking the man's role. His mother would not be able to deny him that.
"Show me right now," he said.
Marsha stepped back and glanced at the door. It was still opened. She could make a run for it, she thought, but then she realized that that would be stupid. This was no criminal in the room with her. This was her own son, the child of her womb. She knew that she could not escape him and she sensed that she had no right to escape him either. She had been escaping into this room for months, escaping her children when they had offered her love and companionship, giving up her role as a mother. Now, she knew, she would have to show him just how she did it. How she played with herself in leather. That way, she thought, in a strange way, she would be able to regain her son's love.
"All right," she said softly. "I will show you how I do it."
She moved to the center of the leather room and looked at her son, She saw the bulge in his pants and she knew what that bulge meant. But she could no longer deny her son's masculinity. She had to let him feel masculine, even if it meant subjecting herself to this ordeal. She began to unbutton her blouse and she turned away from her son and started to strip.
She closed her eyes and one vision came to her mind, one story that she remembered from the good old days when she had been a brand new mother and a loving wife to her soldier husband, before she had become a movie star.
She and Ted had gone to a party and had taken Jeff along when he was just a little baby. During the night, she had to change him and she went into the bathroom where another young mother was changing the diapers on another baby boy. When Marsha took Jeff's diaper off him, the other young woman had stared at the baby and had gasped. When Marsha turned and asked what was the matter, the young woman had pointed to Jeff's penis.
"I think that there is something wrong with that baby," the young woman had said. "I think that his thing there is inflamed or something."
"What?" Marsha had asked nervously.
"Well, look. See how much bigger his is than my Jimmy's."
Marsha studied both of them and she recognized that Jeff's penis was much larger than the other baby's. The next day the worried mother had taken her infant son to the doctor and he had laughed and said that her son was just well-hung.
"He is going to be quite a ladies' man when he grows up," the doctor had said, grinning at the young mother and putting her fears to rest.
As Marsha took off her clothes, she remembered that incident. She had laughed about it before with Ted and with their friends but she had never told Jeff about it. And now she did not want to laugh. She felt a certain thrill come to her, the kind of thrill that should not come to a mother when she thought about her own son. But it was there and she could not deny it. It was there and she was naked in front of her own son, preparing to show him just what she did in that leather room.
She had her back turned to Jeff, but the young man studied the still firm buttocks of his sexy mother. He watched the womanly muscles of her back and he liked the way that her skin looked, white and a little damp as if she had just gotten out of a bath.
The woman kept her back turned to the young man as he reached out and put on the black leather bra and fastened it around her. Then she went to another side of the room and picked up the leather boots and slipped them onto her feet. They came up to her knees and were soft and warm on her. Then she picked up the leather rod and she knew that she would have to turn around and face her son then. She knew that she owed the boy this much.
Marsha turned quickly, before she lost her nerve and she spoke softly to her son.
"I rub this leather thing over my clit and then I stick it in me and fuck it as if it were a cock. That is how I get my pleasure these days."
"You come that way?"
"Yes." she murmured.
"Why don't you just take a lover, a man?"
"I don't know," the woman said truthfully. "It is just that leather is better. 1 like the strength that leather gives me. Sometimes I think about myself in leather and I think that I can control the world when I wear it."
The young man stepped toward his mother and reached out and ran his hand over the black leather bra, feeling the leather and his mother's firm tits at the same time.
"I think I understand," he said.
"Do you want me to show you more, Jeff?" she asked. "Do you want me to show you how I do it, how I jab the thing into me?"
"No," he said softly, his mouth open and his eyes staring deep into his mother's eyes.
He could not resist it. He did not want her to show him anything because he wanted to show her something. He wanted to show her how much he loved her. He ran his hands up onto her shoulders and pulled his mother to him and kissed her on the mouth.
At first, she struggled a bit, thinking that this was not right, that this was her own son, but then she realized that she wanted it just as much as he did. It had been so long since she had had a man.
And she had to admit it: her son was a man now and he would be her man, the special man in her life-at least for this afternoon.
She put her arms around him and held her body close to his. Jeff felt her leather-bound tits move against his shirt as she kissed his face. She kissed him with passion even as she murmured to him that "this is not right, Jeff. It is not right at all."
But, to both of them, this feeling that they shared at this moment seemed to be the most right thing that they had ever done.
Jeff held his mother to him and kissed her damp face and then he move away from her, broke from her hold. He smiled at her and he spoke again without stammering.
"I want you, Mother. I want to mean more to you that that leather rod does."
She did not speak to him. She just stood there and smiled and let him know that, somewhere in her heart, she wanted the same thing. She watched with lustful anticipation as her son's fingers moved to his shirt, as he started to unbutton the shirt and bare his hairless chest to her.
He was so blond, she thought and so boyish and yet so manly too. Like the leather, her son was a series of contradictions, confusions that added to the lustful confusion in her head. But she could not deny him. She had to do what he said and she wanted to find out if her son had truly become a ladies' man, a stud. She ran her eyes down his body as he took his clothes off. He slipped out of his shoes and pulled off his socks and threw all of his garments into the corner of the leather room. Then he pushed his jeans down and stood there for a moment in only his shorts, his briefs. Marsha studied that huge bulge in his shorts and then grinned at him. She wanted to see his cock in all of its full, masculine power. She wanted to see her son naked because she wanted him to use that cock in her.
She wondered quickly just how long this strange lust had been with her, how long she had had these ideas about her son. She did not remember them, but she somehow felt that these ideas had played a part, a secret part, in her life for years. Perhaps she had thought about things such as these when she had masturbated with the leather and had just not admitted it to herself. She only knew that she was thinking about this right now and she felt warm with the leather and thoughts of her son's big cock running through her blonde head. She nodded her head to him and Jeff nodded his head.
Then he pushed his shorts down.
The doctor had been right.
The prick that jumped out at Marsha, her son's prick, was full and meaty and long. It was the cock of a stud and Marsha looked from the cock to her son's eyes and smiled at him again. When she had smiled, had given him her approval, Jeff pushed the shorts down his legs and stepped out of them. Then he stood before his beautiful mother naked and spread his legs so that his cock and balls could move without interference.
Marsha dropped the leather rod onto the leather floor. She would not need it any longer. She had her son now.
She no longer thought about what was right and what was wrong, what was perverted and what was moral. She just knew that the lust that was sweeping through her body at that moment as she stood in leather before her naked son was a kind of lust that she had never felt before, a strange and overpowering lust, just as her son was overpowering her feminity with his masculine nature.
The leathered blonde moved toward her son and dropped on her knees before him and touched his cock with her trembling hand. After that first touch, the nervousness went out of her head and in its place was only lust, hot lust that thrilled her and urged her on in her movements. She curled her fingers around the cock and studied it as she stroked it, moving the skin back and forth on the rod. Then she opened her mouth and took that prick, her own son's huge organ, into her lips and started to suck on it.
Jeff looked down on her as she sucked and knew that this was what he had always wanted from his mother. This was just like the vision that he had had a few days before with Jessica. The leather-bound, blonde mother was worshipping his cock, sucking on it, taking it into her and making it hard with her own lips and her sexy tongue. Marsha moved her mouth off the cock and kissed the pink tip of the blood-swollen member. She licked the piss slit at the end of her son's organ and then she lifted the male flesh and licked the area under the cock, rubbing her mouth and tongue back to the balls that belonged to her own son.
She was working on Jeff with determined pleasure, listening to some inner voice in her motherly spirit, listening to the voice that answered to his dominant masculinity. She was really getting into this. She was so involved in what she was doing to Jeff that she did not notice the girl who stood by the open door. Jeff did not notice her either. He was concentrating on his mother's blonde head and on the feeling that her soft lips were giving him as they worked on his prick.
And the girl in the door made no sound. She just started with startled amazement and the beginnings of lust in her own body.
She had just finished with Jessica, had just come home from a nice little bout with another woman, but the sight of her mother in leather sucking her brother's prick was turning her on again, making her want to join them, making her want to form a family circle with her lust.
And she figured that she would join them.
"Why not?" she whispered to herself.
She reached behind her and loosened the halter-top and pulled it off her girlish tits.
And she smiled at the action that the other members of her sexy family were getting into.
Marsha did not notice the girl until she felt the movement behind her, the soft tits as the girl moved against her back and put her loving arms her mother and massaged Marsha's breasts. Then the blonde mother took her mouth off her son's prick for just a moment and glanced back to see her daughter. Kristy was kissing her neck and playing with her tits. Marsha could feel her cunt fill up with juices and she figured that it was only natural that her daughter would want to join in. After all, Kristy was a member of the family too.
Then Marsha turned her attention back to the cock and sacked on it with delight. She knew that her son would be hard in just a moment and she knew that he would use that cock on her pussy, on her juicy, sexy pussy.
Jeff knew that he was ready. He gently pushed his mother's head back from his prick and she let it go. Kristy was having fun moving against the leather that her mother wore, but she sensed that something was changing, that something better was about to happen. That is when she moved away from her mother's back and let the leathered blonde lie down on the leather floor.
Marsha spread her legs and looked up at her son and her daughter.
"Jeff," she said, "fuck my pussy. Kristy, you play with my tits while your brother fucks me."
Kristy was the first one to move toward her mother. She put her hands on the tit leather bra and squeezed the leather and the tits that the bra held. Marsha moaned when her daughter did that and spread her legs even wider.
The teen-aged girl whispered to her mother, wanting her to know everything now that this special thing was happening between them.
"Jeff is a good fuck," she said. "I know, because I fucked him yesterday morning."
And those words from Kristy's lips made Marsha's pussy pulsate with desire. Her daughter had fucked her son. It was time that she fucked him too, that she completed the family circle that would not be unbroken by anything that happened in the future.
"Fuck me, Jeff," the woman moaned. "Fuck me like you fucked your sister."
Jeff moved onto his knees and slipped between his mother's outstretched legs. The leather felt good on his knees and he ran his fingers quickly down the leather of the mother's boots. That felt good too. The aroma came to him and got him even harder. It was that wonderful mixed aroma of leather and cunt juice and it drove him on as he lifted his mother's hips and aimed his cock at her opened, sexy pussy.
"Fuck me, Jeff," the woman said again, almost begging him this time.
And that is all that he needed, those begging words. He banged his cock into his mother's pussy with a strong, masculine force as his little sister continued to play with his mother's tits and the leather that held them.
As Jeff started to fuck Marsha, Kristy leaned down and licked that firm leather bra and ran her tongue up from the leather until she was licking her mother's face. She ran her tongue around her mother's parted lips, giving her mother the kind of thrill that the blonde woman journalist had given her not so long before. And it did thrill Marsha. Kristy could tell. The woman jerked and moved in spasms as she readied for her daughter's head and pulled Kristy close to her and kissed her mouth with a long and lingering, sexy kiss. Their mouths opened and Kristy tasted the sweetness that was inside her mother.
While Kristy did that, thrilled her mother that way, Jeff fucked her and looked at his sister's fine, rounded butt. As Kristy kissed her mother, she spread her legs a little bit and Jeff could see the little pussy there, the sweet hole that was open for him. He moved his finger around the lips of that hole and Kristy took time off from kissing and licking her mother to turn back and grin at her sexy, stud brother. Jeff grinned back and moved his finger into his sister's well-fucked, wet, young cunt.
But he kept fucking his mother too. Even as he fingered Kristy, he knew that Marsha was the most important member of this trio at this moment. It was his mother's pleasure that he concentrated on, because he wanted to make the woman happy. She wanted to be her special man.
He held his mother's hips up and fucked her pussy while she moved with him, against him, fucking him back.
"Oh, Mother," he moaned.
"Oh," the blonde sighed as her daughter kissed her face and her son fucked her pussy, "oh, my children, all my children."
Jeff slapped his cock deep into his mother's pussy and held it there and moved his hips so that he was battering her insides. She tensed her body and moved with him and sighed as her children worked on her.
The boy knew that his mother would be coming very soon, that she was going to get a special thrill from this fucking. He also knew that this was going to be the start of a new family relationship, the kind of relationship that would draw him and his sister and his mother ever closer.
And then his mother squealed with an animal sound and Jeff moved his cock deep into her pussy and held it there so that she could come all over around his prick. Kristy continued to lick and kiss the woman and feel her tits as the orgasm rushed through Marsha.
They could read their mothers body, their mother's emotions very well. After all, she was their mother.
When she began to relax, when her orgasm was finished, Jeff slowly pulled his still swollen cock out of her pussy and Kristy moved away from her mother's body and lay on her back on the floor. She looked at her brother's hard-on and grinned at him.
With vision that was blurred by spent lust, Marsha looked at her son and her daughter as if they were figures in a dream, in a mist. She smiled at both of them. She saw Jeff's erect cock and she saw her daughter's opened legs and she remembered what Kristy had said to her, that she had fucked Jeff just the day before.
And she knew what was in their minds right now.
Why not? she thought. Why would that be any kinkier than fucking his own mother?
She touched her daughter's little tits with her hand and smiled at Kristy.
"Go ahead," she said. "Finish Jeff off with that wild, young pussy of yours."
"Then we will make it, Mother," Kristy suggested.
"All right," Marsha agreed. "Then we will make it."
"And the interview?" Jeff asked, not stammering at all.
"I will give that woman the interview she desires," the mother said. "It is the least that I can do for her. And I will move your father into a hospital where he can get good care. I know that I have to do that. And I don't really need him around any longer because I have both of you to keep me warm. And we will move back to Hollywood and I will tell everyone my secrets and make movies again."
Kristy seemed perplexed by that last part.
"All of your secrets, Mother?" the girl asked. "Even about us?"
Her mother smiled and kissed her daughter's sexy mouth.
"Well, not all of my new secrets. I don't think that the reporters would understand everything."
Then Marsha moved away from her daughter and looked at her son. She pointed to Kristy's pussy.
"Go ahead, Jeff," she said. "Fuck the living shit out of her."
"Yes, Jeff," the sister said, "fuck the living shit out of my pussy. Batter my cunt with that great cock of yours."
"All right," Jeff said softly.
As the blond brother moved to his darker sister, he suddenly realized that he was not stammering and he felt that this experience with his mother, that all of this truth that his family had shared, had cured him. It had been a miracle.
A miracle of love.
A miracle of lust.
A miracle of incestuous sex.
He moved to his sister as Kristy spread her legs wide and pushed his cock deep into her pussy. When he heard his little sister gasp in her sexy way, he knew that he was really a man and that he would never stammer or stutter ever again.
And Marsha looked at her son and her daughter as they started to fuck and thought that they were beautiful together in this way.
She knew that some people would call her family sick, but she also knew that this afternoon had saved her family, had saved her, had given them a new life together and a new togetherness that they had never had before.
She sighed and thought about the life to come, the life in Hollywood, the good things that she would be able to share with her son and her daughter, the kind of mother that she would be.
She would be the best fucking mother in Hollywood, she determined, the best fucking mother in the whole, fucking world.