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CHAPTER THREE

Liz Rouelle had all she could do to stumble down the steps to her car. She smiled weakly around, attempting to look natural even though there was no one around to see. But she couldn't tell that because her lovely green eyes were filled with tears. If Tom Rouelle had that much sex to give away, she whimpered to herself, surely he could save a moderate amount for his wife! She opened the door of the car after fumbling with the handle, and once sitting inside under the steering wheel, she found she couldn't move. She couldn't seem to think of where she was and had to fight to remember that she was trying to drive home. Oh yes, she had to take the keys from her purse to start the ignition. Even this was a major task…

But finally, her trembling fingers managed to retrieve the keys from her purse, and she fumbled now with the ignition, stalling the car several times before getting it into drive. Slowly it lurched out of the parking lot and onto the street. I should not drive, she told herself. Liz was well aware that in her state of mind she wouldn't know the difference between reality and a mirage. People were walking along the avenue as she drove along, but it seemed to her that she would see a woman, for example, and suddenly the woman would be gone even though Liz's car had not passed her and the woman did not turn in anywhere or around any corners. She had been through such an experience before when Kevin had almost died of pneumonia as a child. Her head had been just as confused, alternately headachy and clear like a radio message traveling through intermittent waves of static.

She tried hard to concentrate on what she really saw through the car windows. After all, it was a beautiful day outside. The sky was a vivid blue, the clouds, puffs of pure white. Sprinklers whirred on freshly cut front lawns. There was the sound of an electric mower somewhere, though she could not see it. But the refreshment of her senses would not last. She found her heart falling into the much of self-pity as hard as she tried to prevent it. Angry, with deep revulsion, she imagined how Natalie had plotted the downfall of Tom Rouelle. His son Kevin was not enough for a whore like Natalie. Oh, no, she had to fuck the whole damn family! Seething with fury, Liz did not notice how the word 'fuck' fit naturally into her thoughts! But perhaps her definition of moderation was shifting!

Another surge of tears flooded her eyes. It became too difficult to see the road, and she pulled over to the curbing to wipe her eyes. She thought of driving to the beach or the hills, but she had seen too much this morning to solve her problems by driving around crazily like this. She couldn't erase the memory of Natalie moving her wetly sucking lips up and down over her husband's lust-hardened prick. She recalled, too, the expression on his face with guilty curiosity. She had never seen anything like it when she and he made love together, but she never would have performed an act like that on him, either. Then to her mind, Natalie and Tom became lower than the lowest animals through the very fact that they had consented to defile themselves like that! It was far easier for her to understand the mental concepts of fidelity and chastity than emotional depths she had never felt!

Yes, the new morality, so called, was not for her. It filled her with nothing but inner revulsion. Surely, her son could not have forgotten all that she had taught him. Surely, he, too, would be repulsed by the behavior she had witnessed. And he had the right to know to whom he was married, what kind of woman. The thought struck her in a flash as she started up the car again and pulled into the traffic on the avenue that she would go to Kevin and tell him everything. He just had to know what kind of a life that wanton harlot was leading him into, even if the facts hurt him as they were knifing into her at this very moment. Thinking of telling him, Liz was forced back into her memory once more.

She remembered the slowly flicking movement of her daughter-in-law's lips, the pouting and swelling of cheeks as Tom's large fleshy blood-filled cock had slipped up into her hungrily sucking mouth. Then she had seen Natalie swirl her tongue wetly across the opening of the inflamed member's smooth rubbery head and then dip and swirl again below the crown, slowly licking upward as a child might slap its tongue and suck on a red lollypop. Oh dear God, the image came back and she was unable to stop it! She had refused to do it to him so many times, and again she knew, but would not face, that perhaps her uncompromising policy of moderation left something to be desired.

As she approached home and what she knew was her moral duty to her son, to tell him when he came home for lunch all that she had seen at his new apartment, she tried hard to forget her obscene thoughts! Yet she could feel herself becoming involuntarily excited by the warmness of her pussy and the way she instinctively shifted her ass back and forth on the smooth seat cushion. Forbidden words flickered through her consciousness as they had done the night before; perhaps it was because she had seldom heard them and never had thought much about them, certainly never saying them aloud, that they had such significance to her. Words like cunt and suck and fuck and pussy and cock and prick and a myriad of combinations! Damn it, she thought, outraged at herself, this has to stop! She tried to steady her beating heart and calm herself from the excitement that had abruptly overtaken her moments before. But she couldn't. She found herself pushing back on the seat as she drove and pressing her cuntal lips into the form-fitting curves of the cushion.

At last, she drove into the gravel drive of her own home and was surprised to see the battered Chevie belonging to her son. Her heart leaped into her mouth and a wave of relief fell upon her. It would be so good to see him even though she had to break some terrible news. For some reason she couldn't understand, she was looking forward to his knowing. Well, she didn't blame herself. Enough had happened this morning to turn any woman's mind into an insane tangle of contradictory desires and thoughts! She entered the house by the back door into the kitchen, half expecting him to be putting a sandwich together for an early lunch, but he wasn't there. She tried the dining room and the living room and then started upstairs. The house was a bastardized ranch style with only three little stairs to the hall from which a bedroom opened on either side. The door to his room was wide open, so it never occurred to Liz to look the other way. Since she was looking for him, in fact, it was quite natural for her to look in! She had so much trouble believing what she saw that she was rooted to the spot and unable to move her eyes from the bed.

He was lying on the bed, completely naked, a drink in hand, his face turned up toward the ceiling. The radio was on and playing some rock piece, totally foreign to Liz. His nakedness in the flesh here reawoke the sounds of his lovemaking last night. It was startling. She didn't want to confront him like this, but she couldn't seem to pull away.

His head averted out the window now, he raised his drink lazily to his lips and rubbed his hand on his flat, tanned belly, running his fingers carelessly down to the soft dark pubic hair that covered his groin. In another almost lazy movement, he coursed his finger over his softened cock that still looked huge as it was and squeezed it tentatively, then more firmly. She watched the fleshy organ pulse out and grow in his hand, but he let it go, stretching slightly, then settled his hand on his thighs. His mother shuddered nervously and again turned to leave. She decided she better forget telling him about what had gone on, at least right now. But in spite of herself, her eyes remained fixed on his body. They drew her back, lighting on the harmonious lines of his muscled shoulders and arms lying on his stomach and thigh and on the half-erect blood-gorging length of his lusty cock that must have been six inches long in that state alone. He sipped again from his drink and ran his hand over his relaxed thigh in another casual movement that was provocative to Liz. She must leave! She must go! This was her own son, she thought.

Suddenly she began to understand her feelings more clearly in this moment that was mixed with fright and wanton desire. She realized she was attracted to her own son, but still she found no will to exercise, to help her leave the edge of the porch. Kevin lifted up one leg and scratched his knee. The soft sac of his testicles softly cradled on the cushion beneath his slightly flexing asscheeks, and she could see the base of his long thick instrument rise up from the nest of sparse hair surrounding it.

What could she do? Since she couldn't move away, she turned decisively into the room and stood next to the bed. He looked up at her casually as though he were laid out on the couch in the living room in his Sunday suit reading the funnies.

"Ma!" he smiled, his face becoming attractively more alert, though a slightly startled expression lit his brown eyes. Why should he be startled?

"Well, I, uh, I came to talk to you about something," she gasped, flushing with embarrassment. "But, b-but I think it can wait."

"Damnit, Ma, I'm sorry you caught me here like this," he smiled again, forcing it a bit. "I was sure I'd hear you come in…" His voice rose in apology and then trailed off. But he was not sorry! He couldn't be, Liz reasoned. What was he doing lying in her home with the door open like this? As he apologized, his mother still had full view of his long thick lusty cock, and what had been a slight erection enlarged still further. It stood out at a fortyfive degree angle, a rock-hard shaft deeply pink right up to the faint collar of skin under the blood-swollen head.

"Gosh, Ma, let me put my shorts on, at least," he said, swinging his feet onto the floor. "I feel as crazy as you do, talking to you like this."

Liz let out a short hysterical giggle. "I-I guess I should have called out for you before I came up to the bedrooms."

"Think I look like my father, Ma?" he asked, slapping his ass-cheeks in a cocky assertive manner as he faced her.

His mother flushed to the roots of her dark auburn hair and turned her face away.

"Okay, okay, I'm making you uncomfortable. Be back in a second." He trounced into the bath attached to his room or started to, then turned back, opened the door under his nightstand and took out a bottle of scotch and a glass. He fished an ice cube out of his own glass, poured the amber liquid generously, and handed the drink to his mother. Then he once more went his way to the bathroom.

Liz was still standing near the bed. She raised the tepid scotch to her lips. The burning liquor taken straight had an instant calming effect on her nerves, and she leaned back against the bedpost, momentarily relaxed. It certainly was embarrassing to walk in on her own son like this, although, true to the new morality, it didn't seem to bother him at all. But she had rather had her fill of lewd incidents lately, bodies in lewd copulation, poses, whispers that echoed tantalizingly in the dark. It was some kind of obscene nightmare.

As far as Kevin looking like his father, Tom… well, in a way it was true, despite the fact that Kevin was still so young, still in the finely sculpted stage of the early twenties, contrasting with his father's growth to a coarser masculinity. Kevin was still far less hairy. The image of Kevin's huge erectly throbbing prick standing out as menacingly as Tom's always did, the warmly pulsating head a few feet away from her, appeared in her mind's eye again with haunting clarity. Good God, it was gigantic! She blushed with the memory. It must have been as big and as thick around as his father's, she judged and tried to shove the thought out of her mind. She heard Kevin rummaging in the bathroom. It was not long before he appeared at the door into the bedroom again, his loins draped in a bath towel.

"I just draped this around me," he said, "I thought I left my clothes in the bathroom, but I don't see them."

Liz nodded limply. Her son picked up his half-finished drink from the night table and sat down on the bed.

"Sit down, Ma, and tell my why your face is all tear-stained."

She did sit down, taking another gulp of her drink. Being so near his almost nude body made her nerves flutter. She forced a smile and tossed her head back, taking a deep breath.

"I-I don't know where to begin. It-it all started last night. Oh, no it didn't. Let me think what started when."

"It started months ago, I'm willing to bet," he said with a young man's certainty. His attitude made her feel it necessary to defend Tom, at least. Had he said he knew it had nothing to do with his father, all of Tom's sins would have been laid bare! She was suddenly aware of this tendency to react against his attitude, his opinions, himself. It was a defense mechanism, she thought. This… this thing that was growing between them… it mustn't be allowed to get any bigger. It's head must be chopped off here and now. She must not agree with Kevin in anything. She must not feel that close to him… but oh, she did!

Now he lay his hand in an affectionate gesture on her knee. It felt reassuring resting there, and it did give her strength. She resolved to herself that she would not tell him that Natalie had been unfaithful with his father. She would simply inform Kevin of his own wife's infidelity. That was the important thing for him to know.

"Drink your scotch, Ma. That's a good introduction to any conversation."

"How does that work?" she asked, glad to be diverted for a moment from her difficult task.

"I guess it loosens your tongue enough so you can blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind!" he half laughed. "It's like pulling out the cork so you can get at what's in the bottle."

"Oh, God," she cried out. She did feel bottled. It was exactly the right word to have used. Her eyes once more welled with tears. "It-it was Natalie, dear. She's been unfaithful to you, Kevin. Yes, she's been making love to another man!" The words came then in a fast stream, punctuated by quick sobs. "I saw it in your new apartment. She did terrible things with someone. I-I don't know how you could stand her after all this. I saw it. God, dear, I can't stand to think what she's done to you!"

Kevin sat up straight on the bed, the towel falling carelessly down his waist and baring the pubic hairs of his groin. He clenched his hands across his knees and clasped and unclasped his fingers in a nervous, almost impatient gesture. "I can't follow exactly what you've said," he sighed in slight irritation. "What has she done? She's been unfaithful to me?"

"That's exactly what I said," she stated sharply, an iron resolve asserting itself.

Her beloved son pressed his palms to his forehead and bent over in apparent agony. She could not help putting a comforting arm around him. "That lousy tramp," he cried. "I-I can't understand it. We've been so close. God, you should have seen the way she made love to me just last night!"

Liz finished off her drink in one gulp. She could see that this had disturbed him more than she had anticipated, and she was at odds within herself as to what she should do. Her eyes rested on the tensed muscles of his legs just below the folds of the towel and traveled up to his crotch and then to his slightly hair-covered belly. Then she turned her gaze away.

"For Christ's sake, Ma, tell me what they did. Who was it who was doing it to her?" He slammed his fist hard into his other arm, making the ice cubes dance around on the inside of the glass… "Tell me all about it, every detail. I want to know everything!"

Liz shifted her weight. She stretched out her long perfectly formed legs in front of her and crossed them at her delicately curving ankles. As her green eyes coursed to his face, his own gaze now traversed the length of her body from the smoothly cupped firmness of her large high-set tits down to the rounded fullness of her lushly curving thighs.

"Oh, I can't do that," she said. "I can't turn a knife around in a wound," she sighed.

"But you don't understand, Ma! Not knowing what happened, who fucked that Goddamn whore makes things intolerable."

"Don't use that word!" Liz shouted nervously. "I can't stand to hear it. I'm tired of hearing it."

"What are you complaining about? I'm the one who has to worry about his wife's screwing around. Why are you acting as though it was you who was injured?"

"Anything that injures you…"

"Oh, come on, Ma," he said in a strange tone as though he knew damn well there was something else. What did he know? The blood drained from her face.

"I-I don't understand!"

"Just tell me! Tell it," he insisted. "Did she, or rather, did he kiss her?" he asked with a suspicious sounding softness in his voice. "Did he run his hands down below or anything?"

Liz didn't know what it was that she couldn't stand most, what he wanted her to describe or the building feelings in her own body, being so close to her own son… "Yes, yes!" she moaned. "Of course, they did all those things!"

Kevin's face contorted in what looked like anger. He stood up, holding the towel tightly to his waist and poured himself and his mother another drink.

"What else did they do, Ma?" he asked, but in a commanding tone. "Did she put her mouth around his… uh, his thing… like this?"

Liz fell back on one hand amazed. Kevin had reached in front of his towel and had seized his hard prick that now protruded out against the front of the tightly pulled material.

"Don't turn away from me, Ma," he said strongly. "You've come here to tell me about Natalie, and you've left out all the important facts. For all I know, you're hiding something."

"Oh, no," she sobbed. "Nothing necessary," she added doubtfully.

He stood only a few inches from her now, the lines of his enlarged blood-swollen cock clearly evident pressing harder against the towel. God, what was he doing, looking down at her like this? She felt that he could see all the way into her soul and that she was guilty. Well, she didn't think she was guilty. It wasn't her fault if he was attractive to her, was it? She was fighting it, after all!

"I told you, Ma, there's no one as beautiful as a man's mother!" he said. "No one as loyal," he added, pressing his fingers against the bulge of his lust-inflated prick that stood out at an obscene angle from his body beneath the towel.

Liz swallowed half of her new drink. She felt a light bead of perspiration trickle down between the tingling mounds of her titties and settle in a tiny pool just above her navel. Her light dress seemed incredibly hot, and that same moistly warming sensation beneath her nylon panties that she had felt in the car began pulsating softly in her groin.

"I-I don't understand, dear," she managed to say, biting at her quivering lips. "Ma," he leaned over her very suddenly, "what has Pa been up to?" Liz managed to find a hanky and wiped her eyes. She avoided the question but she was trying, otherwise, to be very level-headed about the whole mess. She got control over her tears, but the shocking jolt of his question made her avoid thoughts of her husband in a kind of self-defense and to wonder instead why her son couldn't see where the true problem lay. His attention was all on her when it certainly should have been elsewhere. He was acting very strange, frightfully strange and the thing between his legs was sticking out like an erect pendulum. He didn't even seem concerned about it at all. She had brought him up better than that… surely.

"I don't think I heard you, Kevin," she murmured.

"Ma, drink your drink. I think we both need another one. And," he returned to the subject, "Natalie isn't going to pull some fool thing like that and get off without retaliation." People could sure be complicated, Kevin was thinking, especially mothers. His mother was of the old school, he knew. Still she was a good-looking and obviously frustrated woman.

She drank willingly. Thank God for the comfort and simplicity that liquor was giving her right now, she thought. The world was so complicated otherwise, so complex, so hard to understand. But with enough alcohol under her belt, all she had to do was ask the simple question, what do we do next, and let her son take over. "Well, what are we going to do now?" she asked softly, looking up at him. She had had just enough to drink that she got that wonderful feeling she so loved of wanting to be rocked to sleep. If only she could bring herself to telling him that they were both in the same plight, that Natalie had been running her long licking wet tongue between his own father's legs, and if she could just admit that it had been Tom's moistly throbbing cock inside Kevin's wife's hungrily sucking mouth! Then he would not be so distant, she reasoned crazily, hazily, and then he would take her in his arms and rock and… and… oh, God, what was she thinking?

"Oh, God, Kevin," she cried before he would answer her previous question and before she knew quite what she was doing, "it was Tom! It was your father, my husband. It was Tom who did it to her, dear son. Didn't you guess?"

Kevin bolted back, forcing a look of alarm at her words. He had finally gotten her to say it! He suppressed an affectionate smile. Was it possible that there were still such naive females in the world as mothers? But, he couldn't help wonder, too, were mothers really that naive?

"Pa?" he stuttered by gasping before and after the single syllable. He should have been an actor, he thought. Actually, he was rather amused that Natalie had been able to seduce his father as she claimed she could.

"I'm sorry, Kevin, but you can see why if there's anything I don't need it's your callousness!"

"I knew he was screwing around but… but…" Kevin seemed unable to finish the statement, and Liz was too dipsy to be as dumbfounded as she might have been under more sober conditions.

Liz was unable to say anything. She sipped on her drink, finishing it, and Kevin refilled it even once again as well as his own.

"It's hard to believe Pa would do such a thing to us. I mean, to you, Ma. A woman has her needs, I know that." His face looked appropriately pained. Kevin watched the smoothness of his mother's firmly rounded thighs exposed to him below her light summer dress that had snaked up almost to the vee of her loins. He could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as he studied their delicious fullness, and it was all he could do from reaching over and pulling her down right now, mother or no mother! Obscene thoughts of how sweet her warmly clasping little pussy wrapped around his bloated veined cock would feel shifted hotly through his mind.

"Christ, Ma, I hate to think of what you're missing," he breathed, inching his arm up her back and resting his hand on the softness of her neck.

Liz looked at him as best she could through the alcoholic curtain over her eyes. She searched his brown eyes for meaning. What she saw was his father of years and years ago, the same lecherous look. Her heart turned over. There was the inexplicable tingling in her body for a chance to remake the past. "I-I'm not sure of that," she said loyally and almost by rote. "I don't think you mean that," he said slowly, his tongue slipping over his lips suggestively.

Liz felt the muscles in her neck tense, but she didn't pull away from his hand. A clamminess crept the length of her spine, causing a little shiver to pass over her. She managed to speak finally.

"Kevin, don't," she said, taking another strong gulp from the glass and setting it absentmindedly on the night table. Her elbow then knocked carelessly, perhaps nervously, against the little table and the tumbler fell with a shattering of glass to the floor. She bent down to pick up the splintered pieces scattered in front of the bed and, as she did, her son clasped his hand around her chin and drew her face to his lips. She pulled back, her lips quivering in fear, then he pulled forward again and thrust his tongue deep into her resisting mouth. She tried to rise up and wrench away, but she could not. It was not a matter of his superior strength that was evident in the tight grasp he had now around her shoulders and the firm clasp of one hand on the pouted flesh of her lovely cheeks. It was just that for some reason which she knew should be evident to her confused mind… she didn't want to! He kissed her again, and this time her lips trembled softly as he splurged in his tongue, then withdrew it slowly, sending out warm electric tingles of pleasure across her flushed cheeks.

"No," she said, trying to show some sort of conviction and finally drew up and slanted her heaving body away. "Kevin, this is incestuous. It's no way to solve anything. We must be-be reasonable!"

Kevin rose from the bed and stood in front of her. Liz's mind, dazed from the alcohol he had been feeding her all afternoon, had difficulty focusing, but gradually she saw what had not previously registered in her mind, and she flinched back with shock. The towel lay at his feet and his huge fleshy monster of a lusty cock stood up at a rigid forty-five degree angle, its giant slowly reddening head only a few inches from her face. Liz smoothed the skirt of her dress across the tops of her beautifully shaped legs. Her hands played nervously with a strand of loose auburn hair that fell carelessly across her cheek. She tried to keep her eyes away from him, to resist the overwhelming desire to gaze directly upon the satiny bronzed skin of his large chest smoothly tapering down to his flattened waist and belly, but she could not. Around his asscheeks was the white band of his skin hidden from the sun by bathing trunks, accentuating his thighs. Liz's mouth went dry and she tingled with a warmly rippling sensuality as he shifted his weight and bent toward the table by the bed where his drink remained half-finished.

"I guess there's no need to bother Pa about all this," his voice trailed off as he faced away a moment, turning his protruding rigid prick away from her. "But listen, Mom. You and I are human, too. We can't let other people just walk all over us, having the times of their lives and letting us sit off on the sidelines and suffer. You can wait forever, you know. Waiting doesn't work."

Liz sighed audibly. He heard the light squeak of the bedspring when she pushed back with her feet on the floor. He didn't like this blackmailing sort of thing, getting her into bed by threatening a confrontation with his father, which was what it amounted to, but it seemed the only way to prove to her what was for her own good. He could see that her beloved female body was aching to let him fuck it. He knew by the way her green eyes glazed over when she looked at his hotly throbbing prick almost beckoning her to suck it and to let him skewer it up into her warm little belly. He imagined that Natalie had not had nearly as much difficulty with his father, who needed little coaxing to leap into bed with practically any desirable woman.

They had planned their seductions together. They had not been with the elder Rouelle's long when they realized that the love in the house was fast freezing solid and at this point needed a couple of hardy young blow torches to get thawed out. Natalie and Kevin decided that since they were the only blow torches handy and willing to rectify the situation, there was no choice about what they would do. Obviously, no other man would be bothered with the battle it would take to batter down his mother's defenses, Kevin had argued. Because he really wanted her, he might have been prejudiced. On the other hand, he was very likely right, as well.

Liz caught the ominous tone in his voice about confronting his father. Oh, God, she didn't want that. Somehow, she knew that filling Tom with guilt was not the way to win him back. Who believes for long in his own guilt? Liz was sure that to confront Tom was a sure way to lose him completely!

"I-I'm beginning to see your point," she said and stood up from the bed. "But I'm so upset, Kevin. Can't we have a cold drink?" They had been drinking the scotch without ice the past couple of drinks.

Kevin swiveled from his stance and went to the kitchen for ice. She was sitting exactly where he had left her when he returned except that she had filled each of their glasses with more scotch. He dropped a couple of ice cubes in each glass, handing her one.

Liz drank gratefully, her mind so engrossed in her own thoughts and the relieving feeling of the cold liquor washing down her throat that she didn't notice him coming up close to her. Suddenly she sensed his face inches from her own, his breath hot again against her mouth. She squirmed backward, but he approached again, his huge blood-filled cock pressing against her leg and his hands massaging her flat tense abdomen. She couldn't deny the fascination her son held in her, the almost hypnotizing warmth his hands produced and the thrill of his heavily throbbing cock poking near her moistly widening cunt. Neither could she ignore the fact that she was married to her son's father regardless of what Tom seemed able to ignore. She could hardly forget her strict moralistic background, either, which would certainly place her in hell fire for the feelings she was entertaining about her own son. But the most important thing of all was that Tom shouldn't be confronted so perhaps she had better play along. Hopefully, she wasn't just rationalizing her own desires! "Oh, yes, Kevin. I understand," she whispered.

She lay her hand softly on the warm firmness of his hip without even thinking of what she was doing. She felt his hand reach around to the back of her dress, playing with the latch and zipper over her back until he had pulled it loose. It fluttered down, catching on her hips momentarily, and then it fell off and she kicked it to the floor. With frenetic rapidity, she pulled her half slip off too and tossed it carelessly onto the bed.