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Chapter 10

The week the Frank Family spent at the mountain cabin was the wildest in the lives of any of them. And when they returned home they continued. Occasionally Betty and Susan would make it together without either of the men. On-rare occasions the two girls would gang up on one of the men, and whenever a monthly cycle interfered, the two men would gang up on one usable female. But most of the time it was one on one, with Susan or Betty scoring individually with Ira or Davey.

Toward the middle of August, one night, the family was having supper when they heard the sound of fire engines. The sounds moved away from them, heading toward the poorer section of town. Every now and again a fire would start somewhere, and the volunteer fire force was one of the best in the state.

The Frank Family thought very little about it until some hours later, when the front doorbell rang. Susan answered the door and saw her mother, Abigail Stokes, standing on the front porch.

"May I come in?" her mother asked with downcast eyes.

Her hair was all messed, her clothing was covered with soot and torn. She looked even thinner than when Susan had spied on her some months earlier.

Susan led her mother into the living room.

"What's wrong?" Ira Frank asked, getting to his feet, seeing his former wife.

"My husband is dead," she whimpered. "The fire was in his church. He rushed in to try to save what he could, and a wall collapsed on him. I'm sorry, Ira. It's just that I'm so alone, now. I don't know where to go or what to do?"

"You'll stay here with us until you can settle yourself somewhere," Betty Frank insisted.

Susan now realized why she loved Betty so. There was no viciousness in her. She was always good. She was as good in reality, as her mother had claimed people ought to be, though good in a different sense. Betty's goodness was not sexual abstinence goodness. It was real goodness, the kind that comes from inside a person.

Betty led Abigail upstairs and insisted she soak in a hot bath. Then she gave her some decent clothing to wear, a simple blue house dress, bra, panty, and stockings.

When the two women returned to the living room, Betty brought Abigail a cup of coffee. The family sat solicitously around Abigail's chair.

"I've been a big fool," Abigail finally said, finishing her coffee and sitting back. "I let all this go for a horrible life, where I had to find out for myself, the hard way, how wrong I was about a lot of things. No, I'm not trying to work my way back into this house. I can see it's a happy house."

"Take it easy," Ira told her. "You're overwrought."

"You mean because of the death of Ezekiel? Perhaps! It took his fervor to make me realize how stupid I've been. He and I practice the same religion, only we practice it differently. He explained his way was to open one's body freely, and physically drive out all the evils. He was a good man. But I didn't love him. I thought I did, at first. But after awhile I realized I came to love all the physical things he did to me. He taught me the true sin was in withholding myself, not only from him, but from all good men."

"Look," Ira told her. "Suppose we talk about all this in the morning, huh? We all need a good night's sleep."

"Is there a spare bed in Davey's room?" Abigail asked.

"It's still there," Ira nodded. "Are you sure you'll be comfortable there?"

"Positive. After all, I'll be with my own son."

Davey felt disappointed. Not that he wasn't glad to see his mother, in spite of all her former fanatical beliefs. But he had planned on spending the night with Susan. Now, with his mother around, that was obviously impossible.

Abigail went upstairs to Davey's room. Her heart should have been filled with grief for her dead husband, but it wasn't. She was sorry he was dead, and she would mourn for him. But there was no way she would ever be able to return to his neighborhood.

The worst part of it all was, in his chastising of her, he had driven in a powerful need for his body. He would fuck her every single night, even when her time of the month came. Now she felt alone, so empty. Her second husband, in his pious zeal, had addicted her to his cock. And now she was without it. She would mourn more for that than anything else.

Undressing, she prepared to get nakedly into bed when Davey suddenly entered the room. The sight of her son's youthful, vigorous body sent wild shudders racing through her. And Davey, stunned by the slender beauty of his own mother, merely closed the door, whispering, "God, ma! You're really great-looking."

Once she would have gone screaming through the house how her son had looked at her nakedness. She would have yelled about his having sinned evilly. Now, after all the "treatments" she had received at the hands of her husband and his "brethren," she no longer thought foolishly about the evils and sins of coitus. He had used his mighty cock to drive evil from her, therefore the cock could not be, evil. This being the case, her son's cock, the penis attached to the being she had brought forth from her own body could not be evil. And with no husband to service her, the need for cock became overpowering.

"Do you like my body, David?" she asked.

He had only intended nodding, but the mere action was enough to rouse the wanton senses inside him. Any self-control he might have had disappeared as he walked over to her, throwing himself against her, and crushing his mouth down on the ripe lips she seemed to be offering to him. It was a lip-smashing, teeth-jarring, tongue-lashing kiss as his arms, wrapped themselves around her. His hands immediately fell to her ass, gripping her full cheeks in a wild, clutching grasp. Abigail shuddered, knowing she wanted the boy. She could feel his heavy prick through his pants, a twitching pillar of urgent fire as he unashamedly ground it into the softness of her belly and pubis. His hands pressed her ass all the more tightly, pushing her pelvis even more strongly against him, his fingertips pressing into the crack in her ass while his tongue sank almost into her throat.

"Davey, Davey," she whispered when his mouth released hers. "It's all right, it's all right, Mother wants you as much as you want her. Yes, yes, I've changed, changed completely. I understand things so much better, now. It's too late for me to be a mother to you, but at least I can be a woman for you."

She slammed her full, heavy breasts against the boy's chest, continuing to grind her pelvis against his body even when his hands no longer clutched her asscheeks. She could see the boy was stunned, yet he wanted to believe, and kept testing her by kissing her, or licking at her turgid nipples. She responded every time, even guiding his hand into the nest between her thighs. She helped him out of his clothes, then without turning off the lamp, they slithered into bed together. When his thick cock rubbed against her thighs, she smiled, letting him know it was what she wanted. They clutched atone another, rolling from one side of the bed to the other as they fervidly kissed, one long burning kiss after another. Her burning breath filled his mouth as her opulent thighs seemed to track his waving cock and home in on it, hungry to feel it buried in the bubbling depths of her anxious pussy.

All senses seemed so much stronger, now. She could look at Davey and see the way he stared at her, appreciating her as a woman rather than as his mother. When he touched her she shivered, his fingertips were like static electricity shooting through her. Her constant panting reverberated in his hairs, just as his heavy breathing tickled her ears. The simple sound of flesh sliding against flesh enhanced their fevered want for one another. Each could smell and taste the passionate need of the other as Abigail's full form surged strongly against the solid body of her youthful son. She thrilled to the sensation of his hand running from one breast to the other, caressing and tantalizing her nipples to full erectness. Then his hand slid down across her soft belly into the humid cave of her now-wanton cunt His fingers pulled, plucked and teased her clit until it swelled and came out from behind the fold of membrane where it had been hiding. And at the same time her own hand was wildly tugging on the boy's erect phallus, stopping only to caress his youthful balls.

Her snakelike legs, two writhing anacondas, entwined themselves around him, holding him all the more closely to her. Her own seeking hands were now around his back, pulling him ever closer, urging him to roll on top of her. Pressed tightly against her, he did exactly that, gripping her shaking asscheeks, settling his face between the pressing weights of her bulbous breasts. Abigail's thighs opened wide, fitting around his flat, youthful hips, feeling the heat emanating from his flesh. And then she felt the rounded knob of his anxious cock press between the clutching, palpitating gates of flesh guarding her seething cunt. The thrusting cock seemed to forge ahead with no hands to guide it, fitting itself into the tight furrow from whence David had emerged more than thirteen years before.

"Davey…" she gasped. "Sweet Davey… my own little boy… my wonderful son… oh Godddd! I've already… uhhhh… commme… uuuhhhhh… don't stop… don't stop… I want to come again and again and again. Put it all the way in… "

"Mom!" she heard him gasp, and felt the hot tears of love pouring from his eyes.

The wonderful darling. The marvelous boy. She'd forgotten just how much she'd missed him.

She felt him driving inward, feeling her molten membranes resist, then suddenly sear, suck in, and swallow the pressuring obtruder as her hole constricted itself on its lancing length. Her tissues shiveringly and tinglingly gripped his solid mass of cock, sucking it ever deeper. Her thighs wrapped themselves around him, pressing him firmly against her tender body. Her hands desperately groped across his youthful back and buttocks, rubbing, pressing, even scratching. Inside her, a smooth skewer of flaming muscle filled her anguished vortex of pussy in a burning crush as she groaned, "Davey, sweet Davey. How you've grown up. You're so large down there… uhhhhh… keep pushing… ohhhhhhh… you're filling me. up… ahhh… "

His solid penis had worked its way in without once having to draw back for leverage. Yet it fitted nicely, touching every part of her inner membranes. And now he applied more force, ramming his cock up against her upper vaginal wall, where most of her nerves were located. His knobby dome was buried deep in the farthest clutches of her soft, tender interior. She felt him start to tug back, resisting the constant pressure of her wrapped-around thighs. The weighty penis began sliding back, pulling through her membranes as if fighting its way back through a sea of mucilage. She could feel him inhaling and exhaling heavily, almost gasping.

The mighty truncheon drove forward again, going in full length, the pressure of her thighs aiding him. Half his cock came sliding out again, only to once more ram itself into her.

Ahhhh hahhhh… ahhhh hahhhh… ahhhh hahhhhh… " she grunted as he began a steady, cadent fucking into her. Her breath was the punctuation of his powerizing strokes. And though she felt the thickness grind deep into her body, there seemed to be no great effort on his part as he drove into her again and again. Yet the force of his strokes made the bed tremble, tightening and loosening the concertina like interior of her overanxious cunt. Each jolt made her heavy breasts bounce, forcing the meaty circles of her ass to open and close, making her locked thighs shudder and tighten like a winding clock spring. Jolt after jolt tremored through her firm body, backfiring into his body, an endless, vicious circle of fucking constantly renewing itself again and again.

Abigail's moans were a constant rhythmic tribute to his repeated plungings. Burning pleasure hurriedly ran through the entire length of her blazing canal as his bloated, swollen organ continued hammering away inside. Each concussion of flesh against flesh caused her senses to swirl and enlarge into an eternally growing sense of utter inner totality. Her dead husband had taught her the virtues of the cock, but it had been a strictly medicinal thing as far as he had been concerned. Now Abigail could understand the need for love in fucking as the second orgasm in her body began building. Because of this love, and her understanding of it, she knew the intensity of the oncoming orgasm would supersede everything else she'd ever felt. There was a wild, paroxysmic orgasm about to overwhelm her. Every magnificent plunge of his working phallus into her clutching cunt enhanced the turbulent sensation building in her body to unbelievable proportions. It was becoming more and more overpowering, even if it felt as if he could go on fucking her forever.

Yet even forever comes to an end. What starts moving, must eventually stop. What seems to be irresistible force must eventually spend itself, and what appears to be immovable must move. So it was with Davey and his mother beyond all infinities of rapture they'd ever believed possible. As a meteor, which goes on unendingly in space suddenly falls into the atmosphere of the earth and burns itself up, so did the thrashing couple move to their ultimate apex.

Davey felt an agonizing vortex of semen swirl through the depths of his testicles. It whirled and whirled until it seemed to be funneling itself up through the narrow tubes leading in turn to yet another narrow tube which would take the flaming ointment out of his body, jetting it into the tight, agonized sheath of the woman he called his mother.

"Maaaaa… " she heard him screech. "Oh ma, I love you, oh maaaa… I'm'… uhhh… commmmmiiiiiiinnnnnngggggguuuuhhhhh!"

Cataclysms of climactic turbulence swelled in his loins, tightened his backbone, and rattled the very ribs of his skeletal cage. Abigail's thighs clamped all the more tightly around him, her body a contracting cage closing with spine-bending pressure around him. She, too, was on the verge of orgasm. Her body was steel-hard and totally unbending as her mouth opened and her soft moan became a loud groan, which in turn became a noisy, violent, howling screech.

"Dawwiiiiiiddddd! Aaaarrrggghhhaagghh!"

Her screeching voice became a. solid vale of maddening sound enclosing the two of them as he fucked wildly into her, spurting the last of his cloying liquid into the farthest reaches of her cunnus. His white come splashed into the puddles of lubricious ointment she had filling her tunnel. The agonizing, wonderful peak of ultimate pleasure held them for a longtime, making them cling to one another, violently trembling and shaking, and yet, through all the violence and shuddering both felt the warmth and contentment of love for one another.

Sin? Abigail thought to herself. Sin? Is that what she had been taught in her youth, that this wondrous, shuddering, world-shattering sensation was sin?

Maybe there were other people in the world who would go on believing it, but she knew better, where was no sin in something like this. It had taken her second husband, more devoutly fanatic in his ways than she had been in hers, to bring her to this realization. For this she would always mourn him. His not being around to educate others was a great loss to the world as a whole.

This was her boy. He had made love to her, giving her all that was in his body. Anyone calling this evil was stupid and foolish as she had once been. And because of her stupidity and blind, unreasoning assininity, she had lost this family.

She wanted them back. Oh how she wanted them back. But she had no wish to deprive Betty of her husband. THAT would be a real sin. Betty had given her comfort and solace at a time when she very dearly needed it. One did not repay goodness with evil.

Abigail fell asleep clutching her son's body very tightly to her. It would be a body she would miss once she left the house. And she had to leave. She had no right to remain and destroy the happiness that existed here.

She awoke the following morning long after everyone else was up. In the warm, bright light of day she felt no sorrow for what she had done. She would gladly do it again and again and again, and not for the sake of others, either. She would do it for her own sake.

What was the use of ruminating. The time had come for her to find a place to live. She had to seek out a good man, and this time see if she could be as good to him as Betty was to Ira.

Dressing in the clothes Betty had given her, she went downstairs to the kitchen. The entire family was up and waiting.

"What are your plans now?" Ira asked.

"I… don't know," she replied, sitting at the table while Betty brought her eggs, toast, and coffee.

"I think you should stay here with us," Betty said.

"I can't do that," Abigail stammered. "How would it be, me, the former wife, and you, the present wife, living under the same roof. People would talk."

"Not really," Betty pointed out. "After all, you've just been through a crisis and we helped you."

"But how would you feel about my living here?"

"I think it'd be wonderful," Betty replied. "I love both kids, but I could never begin to take the place of their real mother."

"I know, but… "

"But what?" Ira asked.

"Ira, I'm not the same woman. I've changed an awful lot. I've come to realize how horrible I was to you. I had no right doing such terrible things. And it's because I've changed that I don't have the right to be here. I mean, watching you and Betty, and not having a man of my own… "

"You can use Ira until you do get a man of your own," Betty insisted.

"What?" Abigail asked.

"You heard me," Betty implied. "You need a man, Ira is at your disposal. And if you get tired of Ira you can go back to using Davey."

"You know… " Abigail said, blushing.

"With all the noise you made last night it'd be kind of difficult for us not to know," Susan told her mother.

"And none of you disapproves?"

"We kind of like the idea," Betty told her. "We also like the idea of you joining us. You see, we're every bit as loving as you've become. And if you want, we'll prove it."

"And in case you should happen to dig up another man you come to like very much," Ira told her, "you can either leave with him, or bring him in to join our love games."

"Are you all really sure you want me to stay?" Abigail asked.

"Positive," they all announced.

"Okay," she agreed. "But Betty is the female head of this house, not me."

"Who cares about the head," Ira laughed, approaching his former wife as she stood. "What I'm interested in is, who is the best cunt in this house?"

"As far as I'm concerned, all three are equally good," Davey announced.

"Well now," Ira insisted, "I'm just going to have to find it all out for myself, aren't I."