Chapter 8

MR. LEBLANC HAD NEVER REMOVED his supply of whiskey from his former home, so when I got back there, I immediately got one of the bottles and opened it. My hands were shaking as I did so, but I managed to get a drink in me, and a few minutes later the shaking subsided somewhat. I went to the side window and glanced over at Hu Chou's place. I could see no sign of movement inside his place, for the shades were drawn on every window. I had the uncomfortable idea that Abbie might have gone there either during the night or early in the morning. I was tempted to march over to Chou's place and knock on the door, but I didn't. Instead, I had another drink and lighted a cigarette.

"Where the hell is she?" I muttered, annoyed. I was still upset by the looks and behavior of Abbie's father. There was, I suspected, something drastically wrong between Mr. LeBlanc and my mother, even more so that there was between Abbie and me.

I finally left the house and went next door and rapped. I was somewhat surprised to see the blonde girl of Sexualis, Incorporated, open the door.

"Hello," she said. "Remember me?"

"Yes. How are you. Is my wife here?"

She frowned prettily. "Your wife? No, she isn't. There's no one here but me. Would you like to come inside?" She made a certain motion with her hips and looked at me lustfully.

"Some other time," I said, trying not to be rude to her. She was a pretty girl, sexy-looking and I might want to avail myself of her one of these days. "I'm trying to locate my wife."

She bit her lips. "All right, I'll tell you. She and Hu Chou went away this morning in his car. I don't know where they went."

I ground my teeth. "I see. Thank you."

She gave me another bold look. "Wouldn't you like to come inside."

"I'll be back in about an hour," I told her, thinking that I might, possibly. "I have something to do at the moment."

"Being with me is also something to do," she replied evenly.

I forced a smile. "I agree with you. I'll ... er ... see you later. Will that be all right?"

"I suppose so. You must come before Hu Chou returns, however."

"Sure," I said, and turned and walked down from the porch. It occurred to me that I didn't yet know her name, so I turned back around to ask her, but the door was closed. I shrugged and returned to the house and went inside. So Abbie had gone off somewhere with the Chink. I swore. I'd told the girl I had something to do, but the truth was I had nothing to do, nothing at all. This knowledge irritated me, and for the time being I forgot about the strange appearance and behavior of Mr. LeBlanc, and when Abbie finally came home late that evening, I said nothing about it to her at first.

When she came in the door, I was already half-drunk. "Where in the hell have you been?" I asked angrily.

"I went for a ride in the country with Hu Chou?"

"Where did you go and what did you do?"

"I ... he took me all through Sexualis, Incorporated, the building, I mean. There were only two or three other people there. Don't look so angry. I didn't do anything wrong."

"You had me half out of my mind worrying about you."

"You didn't seem to care much for me last night when I wanted you to."

"I took care of you last night. How much do you expect from one guy?"

"I expect nothing from any guy," she replied, "but I expect my husband to be a man and love me when I want it.".

"I see," I said, more angry than before. "I'm not a man now. Is that what you're saying?"

She threw her purse down on the sofa. "Except for our so-called honeymoon you haven't acted like a husband very often."

I said nothing but got the bottle and had another drink.

"Why the booze bit?" she asked. "You never used to drink."

"Have to start sometime."

"Robert, what's really bothering you, or am I being too personal?"

"Nothing's bothering me." I remembered then about seeing her father. "Come to think of it, there is something to bother me ... and you, too. Your father. I saw him today. He looks bad. Like he's sick."

"Yes, I know," she said slowly. "I saw him just now. I had quite an argument with him because he didn't like what I said."

"What did you say?"

She picked up her purse and walked to the bedroom door. "I told him if he had any brains he'd get away from your mother immediately." She closed the bedroom door and I heard her lock it.

I went over and banged on it as hard as I could. "Open the door, Abbie."

"No," she called through it. "I'm going to bed. You can sleep on the sofa."

"I'll be damned if I will."

"Then go next door and have fun with the girl."

"What?"

"You heard me. I know you were over there today."

"So what? You were out with the Chink."

"Go away. I'm going to sleep."

"All right," I said, more calmly now. "I'll do that. I'll go away."

"Good night, husband."

"Go to hell."

There was silence now on the other side of the door, and a moment later I returned to the sofa and had another drink. The phone rang and I picked it up.

"Hello," I said.

"Robert, dear, I understand you were here today to see me," my mother said silkily. "I'm so sorry I wasn't at home. I do miss you so, dear. Please come and see me tomorrow. Good-bye now, dear. I must hang up."

She hung up before I could say another word. I replaced the phone and glanced down at myself. I felt it and grinned. Unzipping my pants, I took out the most enormous hard-on I'd had in months.

I returned home from work the next day to find Abbie gone from the house. I showered and shaved, changed my clothes and headed for my mother's place. When I turned up the in-walk, I saw a car backing out of the drive and recognized Abbie's cousin Alfie behind the wheel. He saw me, waved gaily to me, and drove away. I frowned, wondering what he was doing at my mother's house, and entered the place. Mother was in her customary position, lying on the sofa having a drink. She was dressed in a black negligee and was wearing black stockings. She looked wonderfully sexy to me.

I stopped a few feet from her. "Hello, Mother," I said, my heart thumping wildly.

"Hello, Robert dear. How nice to see my sweet boy again. I've missed you so very much."

"I've missed you, too, but tell me, what was Alfie doing here?"

She frowned, put down her drink. "He comes to see Mr. LeBlanc all the time, dear. I'm afraid my so-called husband has turned into a homosexual. Of course I knew he always had been bisexual, but now ... well, he's become just impossible. He never touches me any more and I'm terribly lonely. This Alfie ... that dirty bastard ... I can't stand him. He and Mr. LeBlanc, but I'm sure I don't have to tell you what they're doing."

"That's too bad for you. Tell me, why did you marry Mr. LeBlanc in the first place?"

She sat up straight and bit her pretty lips hard. Then she relaxed and brushed her dark hair out of her eyes and regarded me with a fixed and sexy stare. "Because of money problems, Robert. I was getting rather low on finances. Mr. LeBlanc has plenty of money, so I married him."

"Did he ask you or did you ask him?" For some reason this seemed very important to me.

She laughed. "I asked him, of course, or to put it more accurately, I maneuvered him into marriage."

"And now you're sorry you did?"

"Only in the sense that being married to him appears to keep my boy away from me."

"That's not the reason, Mother. I'm married, too, you know."

She rubbed her upper lip with her finger. "Yes, I'm well aware of that," she said drily. "Both of us are caught up in a rather terrible situation, aren't we, dear?"

"Well, I...."

"How is your wife, dear. Does she treat you right, does she give you all the cunt you want?"

I took a deep breath. "I'd rather not talk about that.

She waved her hand. "No matter. You're here and Mr. LeBlanc is not. I saw to that. Come to the bedroom, Robert. I want my boy to crawl on top of me and gratify me. I haven't had you in so long I've almost forgotten what pleasure is."

"Why is it you like to have me make love to you? Why?"

"Because you're mine, dear. I like to have my things satisfy me."

"Am I just a thing?"

"Certainly not, dear. But you have a thing. That's what I meant."

She took my hand, got to her feet and led me upstairs to her room where she swiftly removed the negligee and stood before me in only her stockings, garter-belt and bra, all of them black in color. Her skin was tanned, her legs lovely. I became immediately hard.

"Take off your trousers, dear, and let me see it."

I did so, my tube sticking straight out in front of me and pointed more or less at her face because she was now sitting on the bed. She took it in her hand and kissed the end of it, and I nearly shot off.

She laughed softly. "Dear Robert, all I have to do is touch you and you're ready to blow, aren't you?"

"Yes," I replied, my heart thumping more wildly than before.

"Why in the world did you marry that girl, Robert?"

"Because you married her father. I guess I felt deserted."

"I see. Too bad. You should have waited and let me explain why I was marrying him."

"Take it in your mouth, Mother. Suck it like you used to."

"My my, aren't we in a big hurry today. Four months you haven't bothered to even call me on the phone and now you want to go off in my mouth immediately."

"Sorry," I mumbled. "Didn't mean to rush things."

"You love your mother, don't you, dear?"

This made me extremely uncomfortable. "Y Yes," I replied. "Of course, why shouldn't I?"

"Do you really love your mother or do you simply have this abnormal lust to take care of?"

"Do you think I'm abnormal, Mother?"

"Answer my question first, dear."

"I really love you," I said flatly.

"And you love to screw me, don't you? You'd rather screw your mother than any girl in the world, wouldn't you, Robert?"

I nodded, feeling rather miserable at the moment.

"You're a very hot, passionate boy, Robert. You need a real woman to drain you and you need it every day, don't you, dear?"

"Y-Yes."

She spread her legs apart and I glanced down at her pussy. It looked beautiful, exciting, moist. "Get down on your knees, dear."

"Is that what you want me to do?" My heart was really thumping now.

"I would like for you to kiss me there. Run your tongue over me as you used to do."

I dropped to my knees between her legs, and she immediately placed her legs over my shoulders. I kissed her cunt and drew back. "Wonderful," I murmured. "I like this."

She clutched my hair and pulled it hard. "Use your tongue in me, dear. Make me cream a little, please."

I ran my tongue over and around and inside of her cunt as she requested. "Wonderful," I murmured again.

"Did you miss it, Robert dear, very much? Miss my cunt, I mean?"

"Yes, very much."

"You may get on top of me, Robert."

"I'd rather kiss you here awhile."

"Very well, please yourself as well as me, dear."

"You're very nice, Mother." My former feeling of hatred toward her seemed to have disappeared entirely.

"Thank you, dear. Suck me as hard as you wish to. I do wish I could reach your penis, however. I'd love to play with it."

"We can lie on the bed together. How will that be?"

She moved back from me and lay flat on her back on the bed while I also crawled onto the bed and lay on top of her, my legs over her head, my face near her cunt region. I dipped my tongue inside of her, and at the same time I felt her lips go about my stiffened penis. She sucked me and I lapped her; it was wonderful. I knew now what I wanted-I wanted her and only her to sex me.

"When I pat you on the back, Robert," she said, her voice sounding strangely stifled, "it means I'm ready to achieve a climax, which also means I want you to come in me. Do you understand?"

I pulled my tongue out of her. "Yes, Mother," I said, and returned my tongue deep within her cunt as far as I could thrust it.

She began to writhe her buttocks about, and I had difficulty keeping my tongue up inside of her, but then I felt her entire body stiffen, felt her striking my back fiercely, not patting it as she had said, and I knew it was time for me to gratify her as well as myself. I concentrated on releasing my fluid into her immediately, kept my mind on this for one full minute and all the while continued to lap her off. And then I felt the peak about to hit and I dug even more deeply into her cunt, my tongue passing repeatedly in quick, darting movements over her stiffened button and....

I blew off in her and she began to suck my dick savagely, seeking to induce every drop possible of it to pass between her hot, wet lips. She swallowed my juice and kept on sucking at me until I had to ask her to stop for a moment while I caught my breath.

However, she wasn't having any part of it. "Turn around, Robert," she cried. "Turn around and stick that darling prick of yours in my cunt, dear." There was an authoritative ring to her tone that I didn't like. It brought back memories of her arrogance.

I got up from the bed. "Cool it," I told her evenly. "I'm not a machine at the moment, I'm going downstairs and have a drink. You come with me."