Mother Love
by Unknown


FOREWORD

Carla Brewster couldn't understand why her son, Tommy, was being so quiet.

As a general rule, the fourteen year old boy was rowdy and talkative, but today he was 
spending most of his time in his room. It just wasn't like him.

He'd just gotten back from summer camp, and Carla had thought that he'd be interested 
in seeing his friends. But he'd barely said a word about what he'd done at camp, and he didn't
seem to be interested in anything. She thought that there might be something bothering him.

Carla Brewster thought of herself as an ordinary housewife, and she was glad that they'd 
been able to move to the relatively affluent suburb of Scarsdale, New York. The schools were 
good there, and the streets were safe.

But she was beginning to get bored.

Her days were always the same.

As she thought about her son, and the unusual quietness that he was displaying, she 
began to worry about him. If something was bothering him, she thought she ought to find 
out what it was.

She went upstairs and stood outside the door to his room for a moment.

Carla heard sounds of labored breathing and thought that Tommy might be having some 
physical problem. She opened the door and stepped into his room.

Carla gasped as she saw her son laying naked on his bed, his hard cock in his hand.

Then she felt her cunt getting warm and moist.

As she walked to the side of his bed, she knew that she could show him something better 
to do with that long, thick organ.


CHAPTER ONE

Carla Brewster was nervous that afternoon while she waited for it to be time to leave to 
pick up her son, Tommy. Tommy was just fourteen, and he was coming home from camp that 
afternoon.

She knew that she was going to tell the boy how much she missed him while he was away, 
but she also knew that it wouldn't be true. Carla even wished that the camp that they sent the 
boy to could be longer. Six weeks wasn't enough for her any longer.

It wasn't that she didn't love the boy. She did.

It was just that those summer weeks when she had both Tommy and Cynthia packed away 
were pretty damn peaceful and restful. She was disappointed to see it all come to an end.

She glanced at the clock near the refrigerator, and decided to pour herself another cup of 
coffee. She got the pot from the stove, crossed the room to the kitchen table and refilled the 
cup she had just emptied. She sighed that the days would no longer be this calm and serene.

Well, she thought, at least Cynthia will be gone another ten days. She couldn't imagine 
facing this return to ordinary life without a delay in the time one of them came back.

To go from solitude and calm to the kids fighting and they house a wreck all the time all at
once was asking for a serious mental breakdown in her opinion. She hoped it would never 
work out that way in the future. If she could possibly arrange it, it never would happen that 
way.

August was the month that Carla Brewster used to return to her normal life. She always 
dreaded the passing of July because that meant that her days were limited in terms of being 
free of all the little things she had to do when the whole family was there. It never ceased to 
end.

Not a day went by in her life without having to pick one of them up somewhere or take 
one of them and sometimes both of them someplace. Carla Brewster thought that she'd like it
when they were finally old enough to drive. At least then life wouldn't an endless repetition of 
getting in the car, driving someplace, letting one of them out, arranging for her or him to be 
picked up, and then driving back to the house only to have it all happen over again in an hour
or so.

But she didn't see any way out of it. And things could have been a lot worse for her.

She knew that.

At least her husband, Matt Brewster, made a decent income. They had enough money to 
live in Scarsdale, New York, and they had a nice home there. Carla knew that she should be 
happier with her life, but she wasn't. She knew that she already had more then most people 
even dream of, but there was something missing in it for her.

It was boring.

That's why she hated those summer weeks to draw to a close. Even when she spent the 
entire day by herself, she was never bored. In fact, Carla Brewster had come to enjoy her 
solitude.

It was the routine of her regular existence that bothered her the most. Each day was much 
like the one that came before it, and each week was pretty much the same as the one that it 
followed.

Nothing much ever happened to her.

During the week, there was a little peace for her when both of them were in school, but 
then there was the house to attend to. She'd thought that she'd gotten rid of that problem 
when they hired Matilda the year before to come in three times a week to clean the place.

But it hadn't worked out quite as Carla expected it to.

She herself had to straighten the place up before Matilda got there. Otherwise, all Matilda 
would be able to accomplish would be the basic picking up of things, and the place would 
never get really cleaned. That was always the problem before.

Carla Brewster didn't like housework, and she wasn't very good at it. Whenever there was a
question of doing housework and doing something else, she did something else. Anything 
was better.

But there had been days before Matilda came that it would just get beyond the pale. And 
it would take her all day to get the place merely looking unkempt. And never even a nice word
from Matt about how hard she'd been working all day.

Never.

It always had been about the same with him. He'd pull into the garage after he drove 
home_ from the train station, come upstairs, make himself a drink, then he'd sit in the living 
room reading until it was time for dinner. Every time Carla tried to talk about what her day 
had been like, he'd say something like, "I see you

didn't get

to the basement today... again." Or sometimes it would be, "You spent the entire day 
cleaning? And the place still looks like a pigsty... Amazing!"

She hated it when he said things like that to her. But what with the children, the laundry, 
the cooking and the soap operas, she just didn't have time to keep a meticulous house.

Besides, ever since

they'd moved to Scarsdale from a much less affluent suburb in New Jersey, she'd had the 
idea that he owed her a cleaning lady, if not a full time live-in.

"After all," she'd tell him when he made comments about the way the house looked, "this 
is the only house on the block without at least some help... What do you expect?"

And finally, he'd broken down and let her hire Matilda three days a week. But that was 
better than nothing to her way of thinking.

And now, after having been rid of the kids for six weeks, the house shone. She was actually
proud of the place now, but she knew that it wouldn't last long. She looked at the door to the 
refrigerator, and Carla could practically see the finger smudges forming on it.

Carla Brewster let out a sigh and took a sip from her coffee cup.

She hated to admit it, but she longed for the day when both Tommy and Cynthia would be
grown up and out of the house. Then they could merely visit once in a while and call her on 
the telephone from time to time. Carla thought that that was the kind of relationship to have 
with one's children.

Then Carla turned her mind to the idea of sex. Now they were going to have to be more 
careful about things than they were when the children were away. With just the two of them in
the house alone, it didn't make a lot of sense to keep the door closed or take any kind of 
precaution against someone else seeing or hearing you. And it gave her a sense of wanton 
abandon not to have to worry about things like that.

But then she realized that she was thinking about the way it had been between them three
years ago when they sent Tommy off the camp and Cynthia off to her grandparent's farm in 
Vermont.

That had been wonderful for her.

But now...

As she thought about at that moment, Carla realized with a start that they'd only had sex 
once the whole time the children were away. She couldn't believe it; but she had no choice 
but to accept it.

Once!

One orgasm with him in six weeks. It seemed impossible, but it was true.

And she wondered why she hadn't noticed it before. Carla had always considered herself a
fairly sensual woman with above average appetites, so she thought that she would have 
realized such an absence long ago. But what she did to herself with her finger may have 
effected it, she thought.

She knew that she'd had enough orgasms to keep herself from feeling like she needed it, 
but there had only been that one with her husband. It didn't seem like a normal situation to 
her.

But then she'd always thought that she and Matt had had a very good sexual relationship.

It occurred to her then that merely thinking that over these past few years had tended to 
blind her to the fact that something was indeed going wrong between Matt and herself. She 
didn't want to think about it then, so she finished her coffee and went to the car.

She knew that she was going to be early to pick up Tommy, but Carla wanted to get the 
disquieting thoughts that had come to her out of her head. She told herself that she'd think 
about it some other time when she had the leisure for a real analysis of the situation.

Carla Brewster drove to the parking lot at the shopping mall in White Plaines where the 
bus from the camp would be arriving. She was the first parent to arrive, and she thought 
about taking a look at some of the stores. But she decided against it in the end.

That was another thing that irritated her about her husband. Lately, he'd been giving her 
more and more static about how much money she was spending. And everytime that she'd 
show him a new dress or a new blouse she'd purchased, he'd merely grumble, "How much did
that little item set me back, anyway?" There was never a comment about whether or not he 
liked it.

And now that she thought about it some more, she realized that Matt had become odd in 
other ways as well. There was the fact that he always wore pajamas now when he came to bed 
with her.

When, exactly, had that started, she wondered.

As Carla flipped through the pages of her memory, that had happened the Christmas 
before the last one, about a year and a half ago. He'd complained about it being too cold or 
some such thing.

She remembered thinking that it was odd at the time, but she'd simply let the matter slip 
from her mind.

And then she remembered that when the weather turned warmer, he'd still kept wearing 
the pajamas.

But at that time, it hadn't seemed to be anything serious. She'd simply thought that 
perhaps he had gotten used to his pajamas and didn't want to go back to sleeping in the 
nude.

It had seemed like such a little, insignificant thing that she'd almost forgotten it entirely. It 
was like he'd always worn pajamas now. It had become the natural way for him to sleep as far 
as she was concerned.

Then she thought about his cracks about the house. She thought back to when those first 
started. As nearly as Carla could recollect, they'd begun about two or two and a half years 
ago.

That was another item that hadn't particularly bothered her at the time. They'd started off 
as more joking comments rather than real jibes to her, but as time went on, they began to 
prey on her mind. Carla had found herself getting more and more hurt by them as their sting 
became more potent.

Matilda!

The idea raced into her head like a freight train out of control. And now that it took shape 
in her mind, she felt herself getting angrier and angrier with her husband. She tried to keep it 
down, but she couldn't.

"Damn!" Carla said out loud as she stamped her foot against the asphalt.

The nerve!

What had dawned in Carla's mind was that the only reason he'd allowed her to hire 
Matilda was to show her that a black woman with half Carla's education could keep a perfectly
neat and tidy house, so there must be something wrong with Carla since she couldn't seem to 
manage the same thing.

Carla tried to convince herself that what she was thinking just wasn't, just couldn't be true.

She failed.

And now that she thought about it, she couldn't think of a nice thing that he'd done for 
her in quite some time. Well, there had been the sex, that had been nice for her.

But as soon as she thought about it, she realized that he hadn't really been very nice about
that either.

There had been almost no foreplay involved with the act, and she could remember the 
days when it would take him a good hour before he'd even enter her. But those days were 
long gone.

And she'd considered it only natural that their sex life should change a little bit over the 
years.

It's not like we were just married, or like it was when we had to do it in the back seat of a 
car, she thought. It had seemed perfectly obvious to her that he'd change in a few ways.

But as she looked back at that last time they'd had sex, she saw it in a totally new light.

It wasn't that he was doing less to her than he once did,-no it went far beyond that.

He was treating her like an object, a thing that just happened to have a warm, moist hole 
that he could shove his cock into. That's precisely what he's been doing, she thought to 
herself.

And as she stood there in the bright mid-afternoon sunshine, she realized with a start how
much she had changed. She'd changed to accommodate what she thought were his needs. 
Since he no longer gave her the foreplay that she needed, she'd been giving it to herself with 
her finger.

She always thought that it mattered to him whether or not she had an orgasm. But 
apparently, that was the last thing on his mind. He didn't care whether she even enjoyed or 
not.

She tried to push those thoughts out of her mind as other parents started to arrive and 
wait for the bus.

It was as if all the pieces of a puzzle were being put together in her mind. And only with 
that final piece in place, did one realize what the picture on the puzzle actually is.

And the picture that Carla Brewster saw on this one was that of a fool.

A jester.

A dunce.

The last one in the room to get the punch line of a joke and then realize that the joke is 
directed at you.

She felt a flush start to rise on her face as she stood there. The heat of it made the already 
hot afternoon that much more suffocating. She tried to will it away, but it kept coming.

The sheer, outrageous nerve of that man!

It was humiliating!

It was unspeakably cruel!

It was too much to bear!

But try as she could, there was no other way for Carla Brewster to look at things. Especially 
when it made so many things make sense that were otherwise inexplicable. It all made sense 
now.

But now that WHAT he was doing was apparent to her, what was even more baffling was 
WHY he was doing it in the first place.

If he wanted a divorce, she thought, he should simply have asked for one.

Carla didn't want to be married to anyone who didn't want to be married to her. She 
thought that women who tried every trick in the book to hang onto a man were hurting both 
their husbands and themselves.

It just didn't make sense to her that he was doing this to her when she'd let him out of the 
marriage any time he wanted. Provided, of course, that he lets her keep the house, the car, the
kids and agrees to maintain her in the style to which she'd become accustomed.

That was only fair.

Carla had never worked a day in her life at a real job, and her skills wouldn't bring a very 
high salary if she took them to the marketplace. That if, if she could even get a job in the first 
place.

And hadn't all of her energies, her talents and her labor been directly aimed at insuring his
domestic tranquility?

Sort of.

And in addition to that, hadn't she made it easier for him to step up that corporate ladder 
to the high paying job he had now? Hadn't she looked pretty and acted bubbly at all those 
incredibly dull parties just to advance his career? And hadn't she entertained those three 
unmercifully spiteful old biddies every Wednesday afternoon and played bridge with them? 
She'd been the one who'd had to put up with people she hated just because their husbands 
were in positions of power and might be of some help to her own husband.

Well, all that was worth something.

And Carla Brewster was going to make sure that she was paid for her efforts, and paid 
well.

Paid handsomely if there were a way to pull it off.

Carla Brewster stood there baking in the heat on the outside and stewing in her own juices
on the inside.

But there had to be some explanation that could explain why he was doing all this, she 
thought again.

The more she thought about it, the more it didn't make any sense to her. She tried 
everything she could think of, but she still couldn't understand hid motivation for his actions.

Carla wondered if he were seeing another woman. It didn't bother her one way or another 
if he were, it was just that if he were, he'd been damn clever about all of it. She'd certainly 
never suspected anything like that.

As Carla mulled the idea around in her head, she didn't think that Matt really had the time 
for another woman. There weren't any unexplained absences, no business trips that sounded 
odd and there had certainly been no tell-tale signs that indicated he was doing anything of 
the sort.

Even if he was merely having a casual afternoon affair here and there, Carla really thought 
she would have noticed something amiss. A faint residue of perfume on his suit coats when 
she took them to the cleaners, perhaps, or perhaps a handkerchief that was smudged with 
lipstick.

There were any number of things that could give a situation like that away, and there was 
no way that any man could remove or hide all of them. So she ruled out the other woman 
angle.

That didn't leave her any closer to his reasons for all this than she had been before.

Carla disliked mysteries where you never get to know who REALLY killed the rich old man 
in Chapter One.

And she disliked things in her own life that simply didn't add up. And this was certainly 
one of those things.

She thought about having it out with him after he came home from the office that 
evening.

But she decided against it. It wasn't very likely that he'd be open about either what he was 
doing or why, so Carla thought it might be best if she just went on pretending that she didn't 
suspect a thing.

If he knew that she was onto him, he might take evasive maneuvers that would just make 
it that much harder to find out what the hell he was really up to. That was the prudent course 
of action from her vantage point. Let him try to be as cruel and as humiliating as possible, she 
thought, and I'll take every bit of it with only what complaining as he'd expect. It was the 
sensible thing to do.

As Carla waited there for the bus to come, she strengthened her resolve to see the thing 
through as she'd decided. She knew it was the only thing to do under the circumstances, but 
she knew in her heart that it wasn't going to be easy to do it.

It was going to be damn hard.

Even painful.

And Carla knew that he'd throw everything he could at her if given half the chance.

But she was going to do it!

She'd stick with it!

Right to the bitter end!

She smiled inwardly as she thought about how the situation had changed without his even
knowing anything had happened. Now it was him who should be on the lookout, she thought.

But she knew that now that she at least had one small advantage, she had to be very 
careful not to blow that one, no matter how marginal it might turn out to be.

Carla made up her mind not to tell another living soul what she knew now. Not until the 
timing was perfect, did she want Matt to have even the slightest inkling that she was on to 
him.

She wasn't even going to tell Kathy Mason, her best and closest friend in Scarsdale.

Suddenly, Carla Brewster realized that she didn't know who her friends were any longer.

She could trust no one.

The coolness of that knowledge spread through her like a glacier swallowing up a valley 
that lay in its path as it way being pushed forward by the unrelenting pressure that kept 
building inside it.

Even though Carla was starting to perspire with the heat, there was a chill that traveled up 
her spine and lodged itself someplace deep in her brain. There was no one who could possibly
help her.

She was in this alone.

More alone than she'd ever been.

And it would be that way until it was over for once and for all.

Carla felt a strong stab of fear take hold of her, and it made her shudder as she thought 
about it. But she understood the fear, and she thought that perhaps it was a good thing that 
she did. It would continuously act as a restraint she would need. One thing she didn't want to 
do was to overplay her hand, especially not now. That would be worse than not playing a card
at all.

And as she saw the bus pull into the parking lot from Central Avenue, Carla had an even 
stronger fear take root in her heart. She realized that she couldn't even trust her own children 
and that Matt wouldn't hesitate to use them against her if it would serve his purposes and 
thwart her.

And with another flash, she realized that she didn't know this man with whom she'd lived 
for sixteen years. She didn't understand him, and she hated the ruthless animal that must have
taken shape inside him and reared its head so powerfully. The man that she knew and had 
loved, still loved, was dead.

She did her best to bury that man, but the pain got the better of her, and a tear rolled 
down her face.

She brushed it aside quickly as the bus came to a halt. She didn't want Tommy to worry 
about her.

There was no need for the child to be upset now. God knows, she thought, he'll probably 
have to go through enough by the time it's all over. Best to spare them until it's too late, Carla
thought. They don't need any extra aggravation to add to the turbulent years they're in the 
midst of.

Carla saw his face through the window and waved to him. He lifted a hand, but there was 
no life to it. It was simply held there to acknowledge her until the bus came to a stop.

She waited in the heat with the rest of the parents after they gathered at the door to the 
bus.

There was a confusion of hugging, kissing, and "I can't wait to hear all about it, but please 
dear, can't it wait until we get home?"

Carla hugged Tommy when he got to her and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Gee, Mom, please don't kiss me in public like that," Tommy whined.

"I'm sorry, dear," Carla said to him.

"You know how I feel about that stuff, Mom," Tommy said to her. "I don't see why you 
have to keep doing it."

"I know how fourteen year old boys feel about things like that, but it's just that Pm so glad
you're back... I've really missed having you around," Carla said to her son.

And unlike her speculation earlier that she wouldn't really mean it, she found not that she 
actually said the words, that she meant them very much indeed.

They stood together quietly while the bus was unloaded. And when she saw his bag, Carla 
stepped up to get it for the boy.

"Mom, I'd really rather do that myself," Tommy told her as he edged past her and took the 
bag from the driver.

"I guess I keep forgetting how old you are, Tommy," Carla said wistfully. "I keep thinking 
that you're the sweet child that I used to rock to sleep at night... I keep forgetting that you're 
practically a grown man now, and that you like to be independent and do things for yourself."

She held the trunk of the car open while Tommy tossed the bag in and went around the 
car to the passenger seat, opened it and got in.

* * *

Carla got into the driver's seat after she closed the trunk of the car and pulled the car out 
of the parking lot and onto Central Avenue.

He was sitting there looking blankly out of the window. There was a deadpan expression 
on his face that Carla didn't understand. She became immediately concerned.

"Well, aren't you going to tell me about what you did at camp?" she asked.

"It was the same as it always is," Tommy said in a monotone.

"Didn't you have a good time?" Carla asked when he didn't say anything further. "I mean, 
if you don't like that camp, you can always go to a different one next year..."

"No, I liked it fine... It's nothing like that... Things happen, that's all."

"What kind of things?" Carla asked him with her concern evident in her voice.

"Nothing I can talk about... It's just personal, that's all."

"You can tell me about it, Tommy... I want you to trust me... There isn't anything that you 
can't tell me... I hope you know that, dear."

"I understand what you're saying, Mom... It's just that it really is personal, that's all."

There was silence for a moment, the Carla said, "I understand, but if you change your mind
and want to talk about it, I'll always be available to listen."

"Thanks, Mom, but I think it's the kind of thing that'll get better with time."

Carla wondered what it was, but she thought it better not to press the boy for answers. If 
he didn't want to talk about it, she thought it best to leave the matter alone.

And there were her own problems to think about.

CHAPTER TWO

When they got home, Tommy took his suitcase to his room without a word, and Carla sat 
in the kitchen with another cup of coffee. She wondered if the children had noticed what was 
going on between herself and her husband. She knew that both Tommy and his sister were 
bright, and she thought that youngsters were sometimes more perceptive than adults.

It had certainly taken her long enough to figure out what was happening. But it was 
something that she didn't want to see, so she came to the conclusion that even though the 
pieces were right in front of her, her mind had refused to put them together.

Already she was trying to think of a way to do something about the situation, but there 
was nothing to do except wait. She wondered how long it would take for things to come to a 
head. Carla Brewster hoped that it wouldn't take too terribly long.

Now that she knew what was going on, Carla found herself anxious for a resolution. She 
wanted the final chapter to play itself out so that she could get on with the rest of her life.

Carla Brewster lost herself in her thoughts, and when she looked at the clock, she saw that 
it was already past five. She went to the refrigerator and started taking out food for their 
evening meal.

She thought it odd that the house was so quiet. Then she wondered why Tommy was still 
in his room. He'd had plenty of time to unpack, and she thought that he'd be anxious to get 
out and see some of his friends that he hadn't seen for six weeks.

Before she started dinner, Carla thought that it might be a good idea to go upstairs and 
check on her son. The boy tended to be on the rowdy side, and this much peace and quiet on 
his first day at home just wasn't natural to her mind. Something was troubling him.

She didn't hear a thing as she walked up the stairs, but there was the sound of heavy 
breathing coming from Tommy's room. She could just hear it as she paused at the door.

The sound so alarmed her that she opened the door and walked into his room without 
knocking. Carla had always believed in letting her children have their privacy, and she'd made 
it a policy to always knock on closed doors before entering. But the idea that her son might be
in some sort of physical difficulty overruled that practice.

As soon as she had the door open, Carla Brewster stopped dead in her tracks and let out a
gasp. Then her eyes went wide and she let out an "Oh!" in surprise.

Tommy was lying naked on his bed, and his hand was flying on his stiff cock.

Her sound made his look in her direction. As soon as he saw her, his hand stopped 
moving, and he rolled over on the bed to hide his nakedness.

"Oh... I'm sorry," Carla said in a flustered voice, "I was afraid you were having some physical
problem... Your breathing alarmed me when I heard it."

Tommy didn't say anything. His head was away from her, and all he wanted was for her to 
go away. A flush came over his body with the embarrassment that he felt.

Carla thought about leaving, and she found the entire situation awkward, but she thought 
that the modem, liberated person would stay and discuss the matter with him.

As she walked over to his bed, she felt a twinge in her clit, but she dismissed it from her 
mind. That was really the sort of thing that she didn't want to think about.

Then what he'd said to her in the car came back to her mind. She didn't know if it were 
possible, but she thought that the two things might be connected; his problem and what 
she'd seen him doing.

Carla thought that he might be feeling guilty about masturbating, and she thought she 
had a duty to tell him that it was something that everyone did.

As she stood there looking at him, she remembered the guilty feelings she'd had about it 
when she was a teenager. In those days, it was something that no one talked about.

Especially females. The subject was totally taboo, and she'd thought for the longest time 
that it must be a terribly wicked sin to be doing things like that.

And she'd thought of herself as a wicked, evil person for doing it. But no matter how hard 
she tried, she couldn't resist it. As soon as she got into her bed at nighttime, there'd be that 
old tingle "down there," and she'd move her finger to her clit and start to stroke it.

There were nights when she'd try to keep her hand away from herself, but the tingling 
would only get worse and worse. It would keep her awake until she did something about it.

And there were other nights when she had the notion that it wouldn't be so wicked if she 
didn't let herself have an orgasm. Over and over again, she'd stroke herself right to the edge, 
then force herself to stop. But in the end, she always broke down and carried herself over the 
top.

And the fact that she was too weak to control herself made everything just that much 
worse. She was convinced that she would go straight to hell when she died as a result.

Carla didn't want her son to suffer the agony and torment that she had gone through.

She sat down on the side of the bed and put her arm across Tommy's shoulders.

"Does what you were doing have anything to do with the 'problem' you spoke of on the 
way home, dear?" she asked him. She made an effort to have her voice sound as gentle as 
possible.

"Well, there is a connection to what's bothering me," Tommy said weakly.

"I can understand that, dear," Carla said sympathetically. "But I want you to know that 
there's absolutely nothing wrong of nasty about what you're doing... Everyone does it, and it's
nothing that you should feel guilty about... It's a very natural activity that most people do 
from time to time all their lives... We were meant to enjoy our bodies, and this is the way that 
we enjoy them when we're along."

"You don't need to tell me that, Mom," Tommy told her. "I don't feel guilty about it at all... 
That isn't what's bothering me at all..."

"Then what on earth is it?"

"All right, I guess I might as well tell you... It's what I was thinking about while I was doing 
it."

"That's another thing that you shouldn't worry about, dear," Carla said soothingly. 
"Everyone has sexual fantasies, and it's just as common as what you were doing... It's nothing 
that you need to feel guilty about."

"That's not it either, Mom. It's the person that I was thinking about."

"Oh, I see... Well, that's not so bad either... People frequently fantasize about a person that 
they shouldn't, or think that they shouldn't... The important thing is to keep the fantasy where 
it belongs... Don't lose the distinction between fantasy and reality."

"That still isn't it," Tommy said.

"Well, then I don't know what to say... I wish that you'd tell me about it."

"What's bothering me is that I fell in love at camp."

Carla let out a little giggle. "Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later... It happens to 
everyone about your age, and the first time is the roughest... But I didn't know they had girls 
there... Did the place go co-educational and no one told us?"

"No."

"Then where..."

Tommy cut her off. "It wasn't a girl, Mother... It was a boy."

Carla took a sharp breath of air. Then she forced herself to be calm and said, "Well, I've 
read that it isn't all that unusual for a boy your age to have a crush on a male friend and that 
sort of thing... It's something that you'll grow out of in time."

This was a subject that she was uncomfortable with, but she wanted to be as open and 
understanding as she possibly could. She felt that that was what her son needed most.

"It was more than a 'crush' on a friend, Mother," Tommy said. "I'm old enough to know the
real thing when it happens to me, and this was definitely the real thing."

"Who was this person?" Carla asked him.

"One of the counselors at the camp," he told her.

That made even more sense to her. "Now that's even more natural," she said. "It's very 
common to think that you're in love with some authority figure of the same sex while you're 
growing up... There's always that favorite teacher or something like that."

"This wasn't like that at all... I told you that it was more than a 'crush' or something like 
that."

"Tommy, are you trying to tell me that something actually happened between you?"

"Yes."

Now Carla became alarmed. "Goddammit! We don't pay good money to those people so 
that the staff can run around seducing our children! I'm going to speak to them about this!"

"Mother, it wasn't like that at all... I was the one who did the seducing."

"WHAT?!"

"He was afraid that he'd lose his job if we got caught, and it took me a while to convince 
him that I'd be very, very discreet about the entire thing... The first few times, he was as 
nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof about the whole thing."

"THE FIRST FEW TIMES?!"

"Well, it got to the point that we were doing it every night... I wished that I could stay there
forever... He's about the most wonderful guy I've ever met, and now I'll never see him again."

"YOU MEAN IT WASN'T THE FIRST TIME?!

"Mother, I might as well tell you that I'm gay, and that's just all there is to it."

She sat there in stunned silence for a moment. "I'm sure that this is just a phase that you're
going through," Carla said. "It'll pass with time, I know it will."

She didn't like the idea of what he had done, and there was no way she could face the 
possibility that he might always be this way. It was too much on top of everything else.

"No, Mother, I won't grow out of it... But don't worry about it... I'm happy the way I am."

"Really, Tommy, I think that fourteen is too young to be making decisions like that. You 
don't know yet, but someday you might want to get married and raise a family."

"YUK!"

"Try not to be so hasty... At least be open to change... Have you ever done it with a girl 
before?"

"No, and I don't want to... It just doesn't appeal to me," Tommy told her.

At first she rejected the thought that burst into her mind. It was too forbidden, too 
perverse and too far from "normal" to even think about. But as she sat there with him, it 
wouldn't go away. And she felt her pussy start to get warm and moist as she thought about it.

Carla moved her hand slowly down his back. She hesitated at the base of his spine for a 
moment, then she brought her hand over his firm, rounded buttocks. She liked the way they 
felt.

Then she wedged her hand under his midsection and brought the tips of her fingers to his 
still hard cock. She pressed them into the thing, and the throbbing intensity of the thing made
her more aroused.

"I wish that you'd turn over on the bed," she told him. There was an edge to her voice.

"Mother, I see what you want to do, but it won't change anything," Tommy told her.

"There are times when I know what's best for you, dear," Carla said. "Now I really wish that 
you'd do what I told you to do... You'll see what I mean later."

Tommy let out a sigh and turned over in the bed. His hard cock jutted up from his groin 
for a moment, then it flopped onto his abdomen. It gave a little jerk as Carla looked at it.

"You're big like your father," she said huskily. "I'm glad that that trait got passed along... 
It's much better for a woman when the cock is large... Especially when it's thick as well as long,
and that's certainly a thick one there."

"Men like it that way as well," Tommy told her.

"Let's try not to think about that right now, dear."

She brought her hand to his cock and ran her palm over the thing. Then she wrapped as 
much of her hand as she could around the shaft of it just below the rim of the flared glans.

She tightened her grip, and she could feel the throbbing and pulsing of his blood as it 
coursed through the swollen veins in the shaft. There was another twinge in her clit, and she 
felt more fluids seep into her cunt. Carla moved her legs against each other and the outer 
labia pressed against each other. They felt oily and slippery as they moved against each other.

She brought her other hand to his balls and cupped them. As she held the wrinkled sack, 
the fleshy globes shrank up against the base of the shaft.

"It looks like your cock likes what I'm doing to it," Carla said.

"It's not something that that the cock has anything to do with... It's what's in my head that 
counts... Sometimes I think that thing doesn't care what happens to it as long as it gets off."

"Well, I think that I can make it feel even better," she said as she bent her head to it.

Carla moved her hand to the base of the shaft to hold the thing in position. Then she put 
her mouth over the head of Tommy's stiff prick and ran her tongue over the smooth skin.

She made a tight seal with her lips on the shaft and increased the suction of her mouth.

Then Carla moved down the shaft. When half of it was buried in her, she felt the glans 
bumping against the back of her mouth. She came up to the head and swiveled her mouth on
it.

She made another stroke on the thing, then Carla came back to the head and bobbed 
rapidly back and forth on it. She felt the cock get even harder against her lips as she moved 
on it.

She pressed her hand more firmly against Tommy's balls, and he arched her hips into her.

As she went badland forth on his cock, the rate of flow in her cunt increased. Everything 
she was doing combined to make her feel hotter and wetter. Carla went still faster on his cock.

Tommy let out a sigh and rolled his head back on the bed. Then he closed his eyes.

As she went faster, Carla became less mindful about keeping her lips over her teeth.

Suddenly, Carla's front teeth grazed roughly over the top of Tommy's glans.

His body jerked as the pain of her teeth shot through him, and he let out a gasp.

Carla came off her son's cock. She looked up at him and said, "I'm sorry... I'll try to take 
more care next time... I hope I didn't hurt you too much."

"Cocks and teeth don't go together very well," Tommy said to her. Then he hesitated a 
moment before he asked, "I really think that I should give you a few tips on how to do that."

Carla was a little scandalized by the remark, but she was always willing to learn new things 
if they pertained to sex. "All right... Tell me what you're talking about," she said.

"First of all, try to make it as soft as you can... When you sucked in and really pressed your 
lips on it, it wasn't as nice as when it was soft and gentle," Tommy said.

"You mean like this?" Carla said as she bent her head to his cock again.

She put her mouth over the head and, keeping only the lightest touch of her lips to it, 
started moving her head up and down on the cock. She went faster with every stroke.

"Yes, that's the right touch, but you're starting to go too fast... Just take it slow and easy so
that every stroke feels just a tiny bit better than the one before it."

Carla slowed down, and Tommy again arched his hips into her mouth. She made one 
stroke after another on his cock, and Carla had the feeling that he was getting harder and 
harder.

She came off his cock and asked, "Was that any better?"

"Yes, you're getting the right idea... Now there's one other thing you should know about."

"What's that?"

"It really feels nice if you get the shaft all slippery with saliva, then you make a ring with 
your thumb and forefinger. Again, don't press too hard with your fingers, but let them follow 
your mouth. And every once in a while, pull your mouth off the cock and wrap your hand 
around the head and move it around... But not a lot, and never so much that the saliva dries 
out."

"Hmmmmmm," Carla said. "That sounds very interesting... Tell me how I do."

She sent her mouth back to the head of his cock and licked around it. Then she started 
going up and down on the thing. Then she did what he'd told her to do.

She got as much saliva on the thing as she could, then she made a ring with her thumb 
and index finger. She couldn't get them all the way around, so she moved her hand so that 
her fingers at least covered all of the underside and part of the dorsal side.

As she moved up on the shaft, she followed her mouth with her fingers. They moved easily
on the slippery shaft. When she got to the glans, she moved almost all the way off it so that 
her fingers would graze over the sensitive area where the rim of the head disappears into the 
hole.

Carla went down on the shaft again, then she came back to the head. This time, she took 
her mouth all way off it and wrapped her hand around the slick, bulbous knob. She rotated 
her hand back and forth on it and felt the thing strain against her.

She looked at Tommy when she sent her hand back to the base of the shaft.

"Yes, that was very nice," he told her. "You're a quick learner."

"I aim to please."

"Do you know about the underside of the head?" Tommy asked her.

"Well, I know that it's very sensitive there," she told him.

"What I was talking about was flicking your tongue on it... Have you ever done that?"

"No, it never occurred to me... Does that feel nice?"

"God, it practically drives me out of my skull," Tommy said.

Carla put her head back to his cock and bobbed quickly on the glans. Then she moved her
mouth to the area he'd described and flicked her tongue across it as fast as she could.

Tommy let out a moan, and Carla knew that she was doing the right thing. She felt very 
pleased and proud of herself. As she kept on flicking her tongue, she felt his cock start to 
quiver.

"Oh, shit!" Tommy yelled.

In a flash, he was sitting up, and he pulled his cock away from her mouth. As fast as he 
could, he put his finger against the area she'd be licking and his thumb on the topside of 
glans. Then he pressed them together. There was a strained look on his face.

He released the pressure, then he pinched his cock again.

The pinch was harder this time.

Again.

Harder still.

Then he took his hand away from his cock and let out a long sigh. He took a couple of 
deep breaths and looked at his mother. "God, that was a close one," he said.

Carla's eyes were wide at what she'd seen him do to his cock. "What on earth did you do 
that for?" she asked him. The whole thing hadn't made a lot of sense to her.

"I didn't want to come, and if I hadn't done that, I would have." Tommy said.

"You mean that pinching it like that controls it?" she asked in wonder.

"Yeah, it's a little something Masters and Johnson came up with to help guys who always 
come too fast, but it works for regular people too."

Carla was amazed and a little shocked by his knowledge of the subject. She knew that he 
knew the fact of life, and she thought that he might be masturbating by that time, but she 
hadn't had even a hint that he was this far advanced.

Kids these days...

But as Carla thought about the way it had been when she was growing up, she had the 
idea that maybe it was better this way. She remembered all the gossip and rumors she'd heard
when she was younger. And all the silly things that she'd believed from time to time.

When she was Tommy's age, her brain had been rife with misinformation and half truths 
about sex. And there hadn't been anyplace to go to get it all set straight. It had been very 
confusing.

Carla had even thought about talking to her mother about it. But her mother had barely 
explained about menstruation, and the woman had referred to it as "the curse."

And when Carla's mother had explained about the facts of life, it had been a joke. Her 
mother had said that men were "different down there" and that they had something that they 
put inside you. Then, nine months later, you had a baby.

And you can only do it if you're married.

In fact, then you had to do it.

But, if you were lucky, Carla's mother had told her, you wouldn't have to do it very often. 
Her mother had strongly advised her to make sure that she married a "considerate" man. That 
way, he would resist his lustful desires and not bother you too often.

She couldn't help but feel sorry for her mother, but at the same time she had some long 
smoldering resentment that what she'd been told was so inadequate and untrue.

But Tommy was certainly not deprived and anything. She thought for a moment about 
that cartoon where the father sits his teenage son down and says that he's going to explain 
the facts of life and the kid looks at him and says, "Sure, Dad, what do you want to know?"

To some extent, that's just what Tommy was doing for her. Carla thought the entire 
situation was bizarre, but she was grateful that she had learned something.

She watched Tommy as he cooled down. He'd been panting when he pinched his cock, but
now he was taking long, regular, deep breaths. He looked much more stable than he had 
been.

"Do you feel better now?" Carla asked her son.

"God, yes... I feel like I can control the thing now."

"Do you want me to go back to what I was doing?"

"Yes, but I want to tell you about balls and" assholes first," he said.

"I'm all ears."

"Well, they way that you were pressing against my balls when you sucked was nice, but 
there's a lot more you can do with them," Tommy told her.

"Like what?"

"Well, one thing is to take then in your hand and pull them away from my body... You can 
also do that if you have them in your mouth... And unlike with the cock, sometimes teeth feel 
good against the balls... Just sort of light and nibbly, kind of."

"I see."

"And it's nice to have the things pressed together from the side too, and if you take them 
into your mouth, it feels good if you roll them around with your tongue."

"I've never even thought about putting them in my mouth... I didn't think they were 
sensitive that way like the cock is... Are they?" Carla asked.

"No, not like the cock... I really can't explain it, but it just feels good, that's all."

"Now I think I already know what you're going to say about the asshole," Carla said. 
Finally, he was talking about something she'd heard about and done.

"So you know about putting your finger up there?"

"Yes, I've done that before."

"Well, there can be more to it than that," Tommy said. "If you put some lubricant on your 
hand, you can get two or three fingers up there pretty easily... It really feels good to have the 
thing stretched... Sometimes it feels almost as good as what's happening to the cock."

"I don't know... It all sounds a little messy to me," Carla said.

"All you have to do is get the man to douche."

"DOUCHE?!"

"Well, we call it douching, but it's actually an enema... Get the thing nice and clean so that 
there won't be any little pieces of shit here and there and it won't smell bad."

Carla thought about it for a moment. It made sense to her, but she couldn't imagine 
getting a man to do something like that. But then you never know...

"Well, it seems reasonable now that I think about it," Carla said.

"And there all kinds of other things that feel good up there... Dildos, of course, and 
vibrators, and Ben Wa Balls and even things like cucumbers and hard boiled eggs."

"But do you think a straight man would like something like that?" she asked. Carla could 
understand why men who wanted a cock up there might like it, but she wasn't sure that a 
"normal" man would like things like that done to him.

"Mother, " Tommy said in an exasperated tone, "I don't care if a man is straight or gay or 
something in between, we all have the same nerve endings... It's only because some men are 
so damn uptight that they don't get into more things like this."

Carla thought it made sense, so she didn't ask and more questions. She bent her head 
over his stiff cock again and began sucking on it. This time, she brought her other hand to his 
balls and pulled them away from his body. Tommy let out a little moan as she did it.

When she released them, Carla brought her finger to her mouth and wet it as she went 
down on his cock. Then she brought the finger to his asshole and made a circle on it.

As soon as he felt her fingernail on his puckered hole, he raised himself up in bed.

"There one thing that I forgot to mention," he said to his mother.

Carla came off his cock. "What's that, dear?"

"No fingernails."

"What?"

"I mean, if you're going to do things like that, you have to have very short nails... Yours 
aren't terribly long, but there're still too much... That can be dangerous."

"Really?"

"Well, let me put it this way," Tommy said. "How would you like to have a nail that length 
inside your cunt?"

"I guess you're right dear. I think it would make me a little nervous."

"And for good reason... Those tissues are really delicate and tearing them can get you into 
all kinds of problems... I've heard of it happening to guys who are into fist fucking."

CHAPTER THREE

"FIST FUCKING?!"

"Well, I don't know a whole lot about it, but there are people who like it, I guess."

"You mean that there are men who want a whole fist up them?" Carla asked. "It's really 
difficult to believe... Doesn't it hurt?"

"I guess they must like it or they wouldn't do it," Tommy said.

"Well, I hope that you'll never do anything like that... I'd really be upset if you did."

"I doubt that I'll get into anything like that in the near future," Tommy told her.

Carla ran her hand over his cock, then she bent her head to it and put her mouth around 
the glans. She swirled her tongue around and around the thing and savored the feel of the 
smooth skin against her tongue. She started going faster and faster with it.

Then she went down on the shaft to coat it with saliva. As she came up, she followed her 
mouth again with her thumb and forefinger in a ring around the cock. She came off the 
cockhead briefly, and rotated her closed hand around it.

Carla bobbed quickly at the top of his cock, then she put her lips to the underside of it and
moved downward, flicking her tongue against the distended tube as she went.

When she got to the base of the shaft, she held his balls in her hand and ran her tongue 
over them. The feel of the winkled skin against her tongue was a new thrill for her. She felt 
more and more fluids seep into her cunt, and she wondered why she'd never done this before.

Carla opened her mouth as wide and she could and put the scrotal sack in her mouth.

She closed her lips around the base of the sack and felt them come together. They were 
separated only by the thin membranes of the sack itself.

Carla pulled her head back to stretch the skin. Then she moved Tommy's balls around in 
her mouth with her tongue. She was surprised what a nice feeling it was to have his balls in 
her mouth.

But she knew that this was something she'd never be able to do to her husband. The 
temptation to bite through the thin skin and pull the things off his body would be too great.

When she had pulled the skin as tight as she thought it was safe to, she opened her mouth
and let Tommy's balls pop out. As soon as they did, she went back to the top of his cock and 
bobbed on it. When she felt his cock get rock hard, she let it slip from her mouth.

She stood up beside the bed then, and took off her clothes as fast as she could.

"Do you like what you see?" Carla asked when she was naked.

"You have a very nice body," Tommy said. "I've always known that."

"That doesn't really answer my question, but I guess it'll have to do," Carla said.

She got onto the bed and stretched out beside him. Tommy didn't make a move to touch 
her, but he didn't move away from her either.

"I'd like it if you touched my breasts," she finally said.

Tommy didn't make a reply, but he turned to face her and put his fingers to her nipple.

He ran the tip of his index finger around the base of the thing, then he squeezed it 
between his thumb and forefinger. The nipple was erect, and he could see from the expression
on her face that he was giving her pleasure. He reached his other hand to the other nipple.

Tommy squeezed both of them, then he pulled them away from her body. Carla let out a 
moan.

His touch was sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Each new surge of sensations
made her cunt hotter, and there were still more juices flowing in her.

"I think that there's still something else that I should tell you," Tommy said.

"And what's that, dear?"

"Men like to have their nipples squeezed too... Or bitten or clamped... Whatever."

"Really?"

"Yes," Tommy said as Carla moved her fingers to the two brown patches on his chest.

As she pinched them and pulled them away from his chest, Tommy's cock made a little 
jump.

Tommy released Carla's breast when they were elongated, and as soon as they snapped 
back against her body, she grabbed them again and stretched the pliant mounds.

Carla felt a new rush of pleasure at what he was doing to her. Every move he made sent 
more sensations racing through her, and sent more oily liquids into her pussy.

"I'd really like it if you sucked on one of my nipples," Carla said.

Again without replying, Tommy moved down in the bed and broke the contact of her 
fingers with his own nipples. As soon as his head was over Carla's soft breast, he took the 
nipple into his mouth.

He ran his tongue around the firm nipple, then he flicked it back and forth over the tip of 
it.

Carla felt a heady burst of sensations as he licked at her nipple. But there was something 
else too. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was special because he was her son.

Then Tommy stopped moving his tongue and sucked at the nipple. His mother brought 
her hand to him and ran the palm of her hand over the nape of the neck.

Then it came to her. "It's just like when you were a baby," she said.

The period of his infancy flooded back to her. It was as clear to her as if it had all 
happened the day before. To her, it was one of the pleasantest periods in her life.

She felt in his sucking mouth that same pleasure she'd felt when he was sucking to obtain 
nourishment from her breast. It was a feeling that she'd thought was lost forever, but now it 
was back, and Carla allowed herself to wallow in the delight of it.

She remembered the way he'd gone at her nipples after he's gotten a little older, about 
the time that he was eight or nine months old. When he was first born, he'd been almost 
passive about it; she'd had to stick the nipple into his mouth for him.

But later, he became downright aggressive about it. He'd paw at her breast through her 
clothes when he was hungry, and as soon as she'd unbutton her blouse and take it out, he'd 
hold it in his hands and sink his mouth over the nipple and start sucking forcefully.

And there were times when the breast had given all it had to give, that he'd punch it with 
his small, balled up hands. He'd suck even harder, and when nothing happened, he'd hit her 
again, and finally take his mouth off the nipple and start to cry.

Carla could feel the same pleasure now that his tiny mouth had given her so long ago. She
hadn't liked acknowledging it then, but whenever he sucked at her, she'd start to feel warm all
over, and her pussy would start to feel moist. Then the tingling would start.

And when the tingling would get to the point that she couldn't stand it, she'd hitch up her 
skirt and put her hand under the waistband of her panties. There'd be an explosion of 
sensations as her index finger made contact with her clit. And almost as soon as she'd start to 
stroke the thing, she'd find herself in the throes of a violent orgasm.

Then with only a flick of her finger every now and then, she'd be able to keep the orgasms 
coming until he was finished with the breast. It had been a very unique thrill for her.

She'd always hated it when he was that age if she had to feed him someplace where there 
were other people around. And she hadn't liked it when her husband was home for the same 
reason. On those occasions, she'd barely be able to wait until Tommy was finished before 
running for the john, locking the door and giving herself the orgasm she needed so 
desperately.

It all flooded back to her now as he sucked at her nipple. Her arousal increased 
geometrically, and the flow of fluids into her pussy felt like a torrent.

Tommy moved his mouth to her other nipple and began to suck it. He sensed that his 
sucking gave her more pleasure than what he'd done at first with his tongue. But now he 
moved his fingers to the nipple that he'd left and made slow, lazy circles around it.

Carla let out a moan and held the back of his head against her breast. She never thought 
that something like this could feel so good. She wondered for a moment why everyone didn't 
do it... Then no matter how bad the kid turned out to be, at least you'd get some pleasure out 
of him. It seemed the logical thing to her frenzied mind. But the thought faded as the 
sensations tore at her synapses and blocked out everything else.

Finally Tommy stopped sucking on her, and Carla came back to a semblance of reality. She
was still at a high level of arousal, but it wasn't so high that everything else left her.

"What do you want me to do to you next?" Tommy asked her.

"What do you think you'd like to do?"

"I think I'd really like to look at your thing... your cunt. I've never really seen one before... 
Well, except for the movies, that is." Carla let out a sigh. "So you've been to the dirty movies 
too... I guess I should have known.

I thought they weren't supposed to let anyone in who was under eighteen."

"If there isn't a cop hanging around, your five dollars is more important than your age," 
Tommy said. "I think they'd let in a five year old if he had the money."

"I'm not surprised... But if you're so gay, what are you doing in a straight dirty movie?"

"I go there to suck off guys, that's what... I kind of get off on sucking off straight guys once
in a while... It's sort of a kick," Tommy said.

"Well, if they let another guy suck them off, they must not be that straight."

"I don't think there's a man alive who would turn down a first rate blow job when he was 
horny... And they get so horny in those places, they'll do about anything... And another guy's 
mouth is better than their own hand, isn't it?"

"Well, never having been in that position, I really wouldn't know..."

Tommy moved down the bed and got between her legs as she spread them. He ran the 
tips of his fingers through her pubic hair and lightly up and down her slit.

"You don't need to be afraid of it... As long as you aren't too rough, you won't hurt it," 
Carla said when she sensed his hesitation.

Tommy put his fingers to the sides of her slit and cautiously pulled the outer labia apart. 
When they were open enough, he stared at the moist, pink flesh that they had concealed.

"This all looks pretty complicated down here," he said. "It's all a little confusing.

"Pull it open a little more, and I'll explain it to you," Carla said.

Tommy pulled the lips still farther apart, and looked at her. He brought his head in close.

"First of all, there's the clitoris," Carla said.

"Yeah, I've heard about that... That's the woman's answer to a cock, right?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that, but it's the focus of the sensations, so I guess you might 
want to think of it that way... Anyway, that's right at the top."

"I don't see it... Or if I see it, I don't know it," Tommy said.

"You see the skin that's looks sort of like an inverted 'V' at the top?"

"Yeah, I see that..."

"Well, if you'll part that a little more, you'll find the thing kind of hiding beneath it... It's just
sort of a small, pink nub."

Tommy parted her wider and found what he was looking for. "Yeah, now I see it," he said.

"Do you think that you'd like to touch it?" Carla asked.

Tommy moved his index finger to it and pressed it against the thing. It felt firm to his 
touch, and he moved his finger in a little circle around it.

"Oh, God!" Carla moaned as the sensations jolted her. As soon as his finger made contact 
with her clit, the thing felt like a live electrical wire that was discharging a thousand watt 
current. Carla felt the pleasure of it building up in all her nerve endings.

"Gee, did I do something wrong?" Tommy said after he pulled his finger away as if he'd 
been burned.

"No, it's just that I wasn't ready for a sensation like that... The thing is very, very sensitive, 
and you have to be careful with it, but I liked the feeling you gave me.

Tommy turned his gaze back to the open pinkness that was spread before him.

"Now right there just about in the center or a bit below it, that's the vagina itself."

Tommy looked at the thing, and it hardly seemed like it was large enough to take any kind 
of a cock, much less the massive rod that sprouted between his legs.

"It doesn't look very big," Tommy said to her.

"Go ahead and stick a finger into it," Carla told him.

Tommy pressed his index finger against the hole, and it slid in effortlessly. The more he 
pushed it into her, the wetter his finger felt. He wiggled his finger around a little when it was 
all the way in.

"Don't be so timid... You can push against the sides if you want... It won't hurt me."

Tommy did it, and he was surprised by the pliant nature of the skin. It seemed to expand 
whenever he pushed. "I think I get it now," he said. "It can get as big as it needs to, right?"

"Well, within reason... But basically, you're right," Carla said.

"I've just got one more question," Tommy said.

"I'll answer if I can."

"Where does the piss come out when you pee?" he asked.

Carla chuckled. "There's a small hole just above the vagina, but it's very difficult to see it... 
Maybe if you get real close..."

Tommy moved his eyes closer to her spread open slit, but then he moved away. "When I 
get too close, my head blocks the light... I'll just take your word for it on that one," he said.

"Now that you know what's there, I think it's about time that we did something with it," 
Carla said.

She had found it exciting in a curious way to explain her body to her son, but in term of 
pure sensation, the level of her arousal had waned somewhat. And now as Tommy came back 
to her side, she noticed that his cock was only semi erect. She put her hand on it.

She gave the thing a few pumps, and for a moment, she was afraid that his cock might not
come back to life. But gradually, as she manipulated it, she felt it start to swell.

She went faster with her hand, and a short time later, Tommy was fully erect again. Carla 
breathed a sigh of relief when she felt his cock start to throb and pulse. She needed to have 
an orgasm, and she desperately wanted his cock to be the thing that gave it to her.

As she pumped his cock, Carla took Tommy's right hand in her own and moved it to her 
slit. She pressed his index finger into the top of her slit and brought it to her clit.

Tommy swirled the finger around inside her, and Carla felt the stimuli begin to mount. As 
the pleasure rose again, the flow of fluids in her cunt got stronger. She went higher and 
higher.

Tommy pressed his finger against her hard clit, then he stroked the nub with the end of his
finger. Each movement of it on her gave Carla another surge of sensation.

"Now," she said to Tommy, "I want it in there now," Carla said hoarsely.

She took her hand away from his cock and spread her legs farther apart. Carla had the 
feeling that she needed that prick of his to fill her, to stretch her membranes, to pound in and 
out of her and to give her the orgasm that her body needed to release the accumulated 
tensions.

"All right," Tommy said a little shyly, "you just tell me what to do, and I'll do it."

"First of all, get between my legs on your knees."

Tommy took his finger out of the top of her slit and did what she wanted him too.

"Now lean over me and rest your weight on your elbows or forearms, whichever is more 
comfortable for you," Carla directed. "And keep your hips high in the air."

Tommy leaned over her and rested his weight on his forearms. His hips were raised high 
over her midsection. He stayed like that for a moment wondering what was going to happen.

Then Carla wedged her hand between them and held his cock at the base of the shaft.

"Now you can start to lower yourself," she said. "I'll make sure that your cock gets to the 
right place... You don't have to worry about that."

Tommy lowered his hips until the tip of his cock made contact with her mound.

Carla centered the cock on her slit. She couldn't wait for the thing to be inside her.

"You can lower yourself some more," she said, her voice throaty with desire.

Tommy lowered himself a bit, and his cock parted her outer lips.

Then he came still closer to her, and Carla poised his cock at the entrance to her hole. 
Tommy dropped more, and the end of his cock went inside her warm, wet hole. Carla let out a 
long sigh.

Tommy let his hips fall more, and the entire head of his cock was inside her.

Carla released her grip at the base of his cock and withdrew her hand.

"Now you can push it all in," she told him. "It won't slip out now."

Tommy slowly let his hips sink until his cock was all the way inside her slippery cunt. He 
held it there for a long moment, then he wiggled his hips around to get even more of it in.

As he held the cock inside her again, Carla wrapped her legs around his hips. That 
changed the angle of his cock inside her and made the topside of it press more firmly against 
her clit. A flurry of sensations raced through her with the pleasure she was feeling.

"Oh, God," Carla moaned, "that cock really feels good in there... I want you to really work 
on that cunt... Really pound that cock in and out of that thing."

Tommy pulled his cock halfway out of her and thrust it back in. Then he pulled out so that 
only the head of his cock was still inside her. He gave a strong shove and sank it back in.

"Oh, God, yes," Carla moaned. "That's the way to do it... Really pound it in there."

Tommy set up a series of rhythmic in and out movements. As he kept it up, her cunt got 
even more slippery, and his cock was able to move more easily inside her.

He started to go faster and faster inside her.

One heavy stroke after the other.

Always faster and harder.

And deeper and deeper.

Harder... Then harder still!

"Oh, God," Carla said hoarsely. "Oh, God, God, God, God, GOD, GOD, GOD!"

Every movement that his cock made inside her sent a new thrill through her. The 
sensations were getting stronger and stronger, each new wave of them more exquisite than 
the last.

Carla felt herself start to soar with the pleasure she was feeling. Always, she traveled 
upward, higher and higher, one new wave of delicious stimuli after the other.

"Oh, my God, that feels so fucking good," Carla panted. "JUST KEEP DOING THAT!"

Carla wanted to find out how Tommy liked what he was doing, but her own pleasure had 
become so intense that she didn't want to risk having it drop even a fraction.

Now what she wanted was more, more, more, and still more.

Through the gathering storm of ecstasy that was gathering force inside her, he managed 
to get a look at his face as he pounded into her. He had turned very red, his features were 
contorted and his eyes were shut tightly. His breathing was coming in heavy gasps.

But the pummeling that he was giving her cunt went on without stopping. Every time 
Tommy rammed his hips into her, there was a loud slap. The sound of it echoed through the 
room.

As the speed and force of his lunges increased, Carla started to answer him with her hips.

She moved into his cock as he pounded it Into her, and she had the feeling that the thing 
was going even deeper into her, that it was stretching her membranes even more.

Every thrust that he made now was sending her closer to the edge. She felt as if she were 
hovering over a vast abyss, a void that could swallow her without a trace.

And the sensations were beginning to become more diffuse now, and Carla had the 
feeling that she was floating. She felt her body turning to mush as Tommy rammed into her.

Then all the pleasure, all the sensations, all of it merged and mounted inside her. The 
volume and the intensity and every aspect of it started to swell and grow. There was nothing 
that she could do but ride out this powerful storm that was about to break upon her.

Then it happened.

Thunderclaps roared through her body as the orgasm exploded in her. There were flashes 
of white light, light that was too bright to behold, a brilliance that was other worldly, that was 
unapproachable for a mere mortal. Just being in its presence was awesome.

There was a spasm in her pussy, and then another and another. Shudders made their way 
up her torso, and her entire body started to quiver and shake. Her flesh looked like jello.

She was barely aware while the orgasm held her in its throes, but Tommy was still driving 
into her with a ferocity that was almost frightening. Blow after blow after blow, his cock 
jammed into her slick passageway. One hard drive after the other.

Then her pleasure gathered force again, and Carla was carried away by another 
thunderous orgasm. It took her with hurricane force, tossing her body here and there at will, 
claiming her in its swirling vortex. She was totally swept away.

As soon as the orgasm subsided, another one crashed over her body. It roared through 
her and filled every pore of her body. She let out an incomprehensible shout as the fury of it 
grabbed her in a vise of pure, ecstatic pleasure. Her body began to shake more violently.

And almost before it was finished playing havoc with her nerves, there was another one 
upon her. And this one was better than the one before it. The pleasure of it was almost too 
great for her to withstand. Her hands and feet went myotonic as it gripped her.

Tommy was still ramming into her with the speed of summer lightning. Every thrust that he
made now was an ecstasy for her. She didn't think that she'd ever experienced pleasure so 
intense.

The orgasms came faster and faster as Tommy made one heavy plunge after the next.

They merged together and swelled inside her. She was carried away to a far place, an 
island that was totally isolated and surrounded only by the raging sea of her passion.

Carla was totally lost in time and space. Nothing existed for her. There was no Scarsdale, 
no New York, no America, no world no universe, no nothing. The only thing that was real in 
her existence was this thundering pleasure, this glorious thing that had taken total possession 
of her body.

It blinded her, turned her into a mumbling, senseless thing that was incapable of rational 
thought. All she was was a mass of protoplasm that could do nothing but experience the 
pleasure that Tommy's rampaging piston was creating in her loins.

She heard him make an incomprehensible noise, but it sounded like it was coming from a 
far distance. He look several more pounds into her while the fierce orgasm held her, then he 
sank his cock to the hilt and held it there. She felt his hips jerking against hers, and then there 
was a pervasive warmth in her cunt that gave her a small, but wonderful, orgasm. It was a 
grace not to the ones that had come before it.

Slowly, Carla came back to reality. The room took shape for her as the sensations ebbed, 
and Tommy took on form and substance as he lay panting above her. Both of them were 
covered with a fine film of perspiration.

Tommy's cock was still inside her, but it was beginning to lose some of the rigidity that it 
had maintained for so long. Then, slowly, he pulled his cock out of her. It glistened in the light 
from the combination of her juices and his sticky jism.

Tommy flopped over on his back and lay quietly beside her while both of them caught 
their breath. He didn't look at her as he lay there, but kept his eyes fixed on one point of the 
ceiling.

Suddenly, Carla was aware of every sound in the house. It seemed still, but there were little
noises everywhere. A creak in the stairs, the ticking of the clock in the kitchen, the muffled 
whirring of the refrigerator, the sound of the wind as it rustled through the tops of the trees.

She now began to think about what she had done. She knew what her neighbors would 
think about it, what her husband would think about it, what almost everyone she could think 
of would call it, but none of that mattered to her now. All that mattered was the warm glow 
that it left her with.

And if what she had done did something for Tommy, it was doubly worth it. At least now 
he knew what it was like, and he knew that he was capable of giving pleasure to a woman and
of receiving it. Carla thought that that might influence his outlook on matters sexual.

Carla had the urge to ask him about it, but for some reason, she didn't think that she 
should. Right now, she felt so good about what had happened that she didn't want anything 
to spoil it.

Instead, she thought that a compliment was in order. "I can't tell you how good that was... 
You're a spectacular lover, Tommy," she said. She looked at him and waited for a response.

"Well, I guess that doing that is the real clincher," he said. He didn't move his eyes from 
the ceiling.

"What are you talking about?" Carla asked him.

"Well, if I ever had any doubts about being gay, this cleared them up for good."

Carla felt hurt by what he said. "You looked like you were enjoying it," she said.

"Now don't feel like it's your fault, Mom... It has nothing to do with you," he told her.

"Then I really don't understand what the problem is."

"Do you want to know the reason I was such a good lover? I mean, the real reason."

"Yes, I think I'd be interested in that... But you did come, didn't you?"

"That isn't the point... The reason it took so long was that it was hard for me get off... 
Finally, I had to fantasize about Mike, he's the one from camp, and it took that to make me 
come... That's the only way that it was possible."

Carla stopped feeling hurt. "If you're really that way, I kind of feel sorry for you," she said.

"Please don't say that... That's really patronizing," Tommy said. "Sex is just as good for us 
as it is for the rest of you... After what we Just did, I don't think there's much difference in the 
sensations... It's how you feel about them."

Carla didn't say anything. She tried to accept the situation, but she knew that would take a
little time. It really seemed a bit unfair to her to have this added to all the other problems that 
she had. But "then, perhaps one more problem won't make much of a 'difference what with all
the rest. When it rains, she thought, it certainly does pour.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Slop," Matt Brewster said as he put his fork down after his first bite of the casserole that 
Carla had prepared for their dinner that night.

"Well, I don't think it's so bad," Tommy said to counter his remark.

"If I say it's swill, young man, then it's swill," Matt said pointedly.

"Please don't take it out on him if you don't like my cooking," Carla said.

"I pay the bills around this place, so I'll do any Goddamn thing that I want to."

"Matt, you always used to eat this," Carla said. "I thought you liked this chicken and rice 
dish." Carla knew that she wasn't the greatest cook in the world, but she wasn't THAT bad.

"I don't know what you managed to do with it, but the stuff tastes like shit," he told her.

"Please don't use language like that in front of the child," Carla said in a loud whisper.

"When you start paying the mortgage, you can tell me what kind of language to use." 
Carla didn't say anything. His meanness was reaching new levels, but it didn't bother her as 
much as it had previously. Now that she knew what was going on, that he was doing this on 
purpose, for some as yet unfathomable reason, she found it somewhat interesting. She was 
waiting to find out what his next move was going to be.

"I can't eat garbage like this," Matt said as he pushed his chair away from the table and 
stood up. "I'm going to go out and get something decent to eat."

Carla wanted to say, "Suit yourself," or, "You can make that a regular habit as far as I'm 
concerned," but she didn't. She put a hurt look on her face and made her lower lip start to 
tremble. She wanted him to think that he was achieving the effect he wanted.

She realized that she was going to have to do a lot of acting in the days ahead. She knew 
that she mustn't let him know that it bothered her so little now. If that happened, he'd get 
suspicious, and he might even think that she was on to him.

Matt Brewster slammed the screen door as hard as he could as he walked out of the 
house, and Carla felt relieved to be rid of him at least for a time. Now she could at least relax.

"What's wrong with Dad?" Tommy asked as his car pulled out of the driveway.

"I don't know... Maybe he's just in a foul mood... He probably had a bad day at the office."

"It seems that he has a lot of bad days nowadays," Tommy said.

Carla thought about telling him what was happening, then she decided not to. She 
thought she had to stick with her rule about telling anyone. At least for the time being.

She didn't think that Tommy would be able to do anything to help her, but she thought 
she'd like to have a confidant. But it was too early for that. She had to make sure that he was 
really on her side. Then perhaps she could let him in on it.

Carla hoped that Matt wouldn't start being as rotten to Tommy and Cynthia as he was to 
her. That simply wouldn't be fair. They hadn't done anything to deserve it.

But then there might be an advantage to his treating them just as badly as he was her. It 
might serve to make all three of them allies against him. Carla considered it, but she 
concluded that she'd rather be alone in this thing than have them put through such an ordeal.

* * *

Carla sat listlessly in front of the television set, but she wasn't really interested in the 
program that was on. It was almost eleven o'clock, and Matt still wasn't back from his dinner.

She wondered what he was doing, but then she decided that she really didn't care.

As she tried to focus on the screen and push her problems out of her mind, Carla heard 
the car pull up in the driveway. She waited tensely for Matt to come into the house.

She heard his footsteps come up the concrete steps to the front door, then the sound of 
him walking through the dining room to the television room. She didn't look at him as he 
came in.

Matt Brewster looked at the tube for a moment, then he punched the button on the cable 
television selector that changed the program to Home Box Office. He sat down on the sofa at 
the opposite end from Carla and looked at the movie for a moment.

"No wonder your conversation is so dreary all the time," Matt said. "You watch nothing but
drivel all day long... Drivel in, drivel out." Carla smelled a faint odor of liquor as he talked, but 
he didn't appear to be drunk.

"I don't know why your parents bothered to send you to college," he continued. "None of 
it seemed to take... I've seen high school dropouts that are more interesting."

"I wish you wouldn't talk like that, Matt... You know that it bothers me."

Matt didn't say anything.

He'd never said anything quite that cruel to her, and Carla thought that things were about 
to get really ugly between them. She knew it was going to be unpleasant, but at least it was 
movement. She sensed that the worse it got, the closer they were to getting it over with.

"I got the feeling that I might want to go upstairs kind of early tonight," Matt said.

Carla felt a chill race through her body. That line usually meant that he wanted to have sex 
with her, and that was the farthest thing from her mind. She didn't think that there would ever
be anything he could do to arouse her again.

"You go ahead, dear... I think that I'll watch the end of this picture," she told him.

"You don't even know what's going on in that movie."

"I know, but you can usually figure it out after a few minutes, and it looks kind of 
interesting." Carla was willing to use any excuse that she could.

"What if I told you that I want you to go upstairs with me right now?" Matt asked.

Now she had to face the matter squarely. "Matt, I'm really not in the mood tonight... You 
can't treat me like you did and expect me to be too eager to have sex afterwards."

"You're my wife, aren't you?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that I have to be available every minute of the day, does it?"

"It does if I say that it does... A husband has a few rights, you know, and that's one of 
them."

"Under the circumstances, Matt, that would amount to rape," Carla said.

"A man can't rape his wife... At least not in this state," Matt said with a smile on his face.

"That may be true from a legal point of view, but you know very well that it would be rape 
in the practical sense... Almost the same as a stranger forcing himself on you."

"Shit, I'll bet that you'd actually enjoy something like that."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"You might as well admit it... You're nothing but a slut like all women... You'll take anything 
you can get any time you can get it. There's no telling what goes on around here during the 
day."

"Now, Matt, you know very well that that isn't true," Carla said.

"I don't see why you can't be honest about yourself... You're nothing but a loose slut bitch 
that spreads her legs for every dong that comes down the pike," Matt said with a snarl.

"Now you're being ludicrous," Carla protested. "What's come over you lately."

"I've simply gotten a little tired of supporting someone who does nothing but whore 
around all the time... Especially when I'm not getting that much myself."

"But, Matt, you know that it's been you who haven't been too interested lately."

"That's bullshit!"

"This whole conversation really doesn't make any sense... I don't know what's gotten into 
you."

"What's gotten into me is that I want a little more for my money... For what I shell out to 
maintain this style of living, you'd think that you be pretty high class... But you're nothing but 
another slut bitch as far as I'm concerned... I intend to get a little more for the dollars I spend, 
and you're going to give it to me whether you like it or not."

"I think that we ought to end this discussion right now and talk about it again when you're
in a more rational mood, don't you?" Carla asked.

"Are you telling me that I'm crazy, slut bitch?"

"No, I'm not saying that at all... I'm simply saying that right now you're acting strangely, 
that's all."

"I'll show you how strange I am," Matt told her.

He got off the sofa and stood in front of her. Carla lifted her head, and the cold gleam in 
his eyes made her frightened. Now she knew that he might actually carry out his threat.

"So are you going to go upstairs with me or not?" Matt said with a dead, even voice.

"No, I'm not... Right now, that's about the last thing that I want."

"I thought you might have gotten the message that I don't give a shit about what YOU 
want."

He reached his hands to her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. Then he gave her a slap 
on the side of her face. Carla's body jerked with the impact of it.

"Matt!" she cried. "Stop this! You can't do this!"

"I can and I will," he sneered.

"I'll scream if you do anything else... Do you want Tommy to know about this?"

"I don't much give a shit... He can watch if he wants to for all I care."

Matt turned her body to the door and gave her a push. Carla made a lurch in the direction
of the door. As soon as her body came to a stop, he was behind her again.

The next crude shove sent Carla stumbling into the dining room. When her feet hit the 
smooth, red quarry tiles, she nearly lost her balance and fell. When she was upright, he gave 
her another push, this time harder than the others. She careened to the foot of the stairs.

Carla thought about yelling for help, but she didn't think that Tommy should know that 
things like that were happening. He'd gone to bed early that night, and Carla hoped that the 
noise that Matt had already made hadn't woken him up.

Carla took a quick step and grabbed the rail beside the stairs. She pulled herself to them 
and took them as fast as she could. She didn't want Matt pushing her any more, and she 
thought that the best thing she could do would be to submit to his crazed desires.

As soon as she was in their bedroom, Carla started taking off her clothes. The sooner it 
was over, the better. She resolved that she'd do everything she could to make this a quick 
one.

Matt watched her as she undress and started to rub his crotch. The more he moved his 
hand on his cock, the larger the bulge that it made in his slacks.

As soon as Carla was naked, she got on the bed and put her index finger into the top of 
her slit. Carla wanted to make herself excited so that there would at least be some moisture in 
her. She didn't want to think about how awful it would be if she were dry.

She pressed her finger against her clit and started to make little circles with it.

Nothing happened.

The knowledge that it was Matt who was going to be inside her prevented her from 
getting any decent stimulation. She pushed her thoughts about him out of her mind and 
closed her eyes.

She made a picture of Tommy come into her head, and she started to feel something. At 
first the sensations were weak, but as she thought about him sucking on her breast and the 
way that he had rammed into her, they began to get stronger. Her cunt began to feel warm 
and moist.

"Fucking slut bitch can't wait to get it... She has to diddle her clit she's so anxious for it... 
Just like all the other slut whores... Spreads her legs for anything," Matt muttered.

Carla tried not to hear him, but the words still penetrated. Fortunately, her sensations were
strong enough now that her arousal stayed with her. She moved her finger faster and faster, 
and more fluids oozed into her pussy. The feeling of warmth escalated as well.

"Slut whore just can't get enough... Probably diddles that thing all day long while she waits
for the mailman, the milkman and the delivery boy... Slut whores always like to keep that hole 
ready."

Carla increased the pressure of her finger, and her clit became firmer. The sensations got 
better, and now she thought that she was wet enough so that she could take him.

Matt took off his clothes slowly, and muttered from time to time. When he was naked, he 
stepped to the side of the bed and wrapped his hand around the shaft of his hard cock.

"Does the slut bitch want to see what's going to go up that slimy hole?" he asked, his 
voice hoarse.

Carla opened her eyes and looked at him. She kept her eyes fixed on his. She didn't want 
to see his long, thick cock. The thought of it pounding into her was nauseating.

Instead, Carla decided to think of the thing as a dildo. She was amused by the idea of his 
cock turned into plastic, a thing that could give her pleasure but feel nothing.

"Fucking slut bitch can wait until she gets that hole plugged... She's dying to get 
something into that twat... She probably keeps that thing filled all day long with something."

Carla moved her finger as fast as she could. The intensity of her sensations eased off a bit 
with the sight of his face, but they were still strong enough to keep up the flow of her juices. 
Now she was certain that his cock wouldn't actually hurt her.

Matt got on the bed and roughly forced her legs apart. He scrunched into her and put his 
cock to her slit. He gave a push and the end of his cock parted her outer lips.

He put his hand to the stiff thing and moved it so that it was poised at the entrance to her 
pussy.

Matt pushed again, and the head of his cock slid into her. Then he leaned his body over 
hers, moving carefully so that his cock didn't slide out of her. And as he moved, he pushed 
harder to sink more of it into her slippery hole.

Carla felt his weight press against her. She closed her eyes and brought Tommy back to 
her mind.

Matt's cock felt much like Tommy's had, and that helped made the fantasy more intense 
for her. As Matt's cock went all the way into her, She made the image of Tommy stronger.

"Fucking slut bitch likes this cock up there, doesn't she?" Matt said huskily.

Carla didn't say anything. She was using all of her powers of concentration to keep her 
picture of Tommy.

"DOES THE SLUT WHORE LIKE THIS THING OR NOT?" Matt demanded.

Carla decided that she should give him the answer that he wanted. "Yes, I like that thing in 
me... I want you to really fuck that hole... Fuck it until that cock shoots," she said.

Matt pulled his cock halfway out of her and plunged back in. Then he pulled out so

I that only the head of his cock was still inside her. This time, he drove his cock in with all 
his might, and his hips banged heavily against Carla's as the thing slid in to the base of the 
shaft.

"Is that the way that hole likes to get it?"

"Oh, yes! Just keep ramming that thing in there like that... That cunt likes it hard!"

Matt pulled out of her and set up a series of hard, rhythmic thrusts. As he continued, his 
strokes became faster and harder. The sound of their hips slapping against her echoed 
through the room.

Carla closed her eyes and thought about Tommy again. She knew that the experience 
couldn't be repeated, so she wanted to hold onto what there had been. The more she thought
about it, the clearer she was able to see the details of what had happened and what she had 
felt. Now the image was so intense that Matt's cock was making her get still wetter.

And with the increased oiliness of her cunt, Matt's cock slid more easily in her. He was able
to go faster, and he managed to go even harder as he pummelled her.

Carla arched her hips into his driving cock and changed her position so that her clit got 
more stimulation from the movement of his cock. She was starting to feel better and better.

"That slut whore hole is starting to make this cock hot," Matt gasped.

The words cut through her fantasy, and Carla came back reluctantly to the reality of what 
was happening to her. Her excitement waned.

"I want that cock to shoot into that hole... l want it to come up there," she said 
breathlessly.

Now she wanted to do everything possible to make him come as fast as possible.

Matt rammed his cock into her with all the force he could muster. There was one heavy 
blow after the other.

In and out. Out and in. Deeper and deeper. Over and over again.

Matt was starting sweat with the energy that he was expending. But there was no letup in 
the way he rammed into her. Each of his strong thrusts was taking him closer and closer.

"That cock's about to come in that slime hole," he panted as he pounded in.

"Oh, Yes... Shoot that thing up there... Shoot it... SHOOT THAT COCK!" Carla said with a 
faked gasp.

Matt went slightly faster, and his body went rigid as he passed the point of no return.

"YEAH! THAT THING IS GOING TO COME... IT'S ALMOST THERE... THERE IT IS!"

Carla felt his body start to shake as he shoved his cock in and out of her. Then there was a 
contraction in his hips and he plunged all the way into her and held his cock there.

Carla breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the rest of his jerks and there was a warm feeling 
in her pussy as the heat of his jism spread through her.

He kept his cock inside her while his breathing returned to normal. Gradually, Carla felt the
thing lose its rigidity and wilt. She let out another sigh when he finally pulled it out.

She was glad that the experience was over, and she decided to figure out a way that she 
could prevent it from happening again. Carla didn't think that she could take too much more 
of it.

"Fucking slut whore really got off on that, didn't she?" Matt asked as he knelt in front of 
her.

"Yes, it was wonderful," she said. She had the idea if he thought she'd really liked it, he 
might not want to do it again. She knew the last thing he wanted was to give her pleasure.

"Well, let's see how the slut whore likes this," Matt snarled.

He stood up between her legs and put his hand to his cock. He flicked a finger against the 
underside of the thing and made a grunting sound.

Carla didn't know what was happening at first. She just thought it was odd.

Then the first trickle of piss came out of his cock.

"WHAT?!" she shrieked.

The trickle of yellow liquid stopped, then it resumed and the flow was stronger.

"If the fucking slut bitch likes one thing that comes out of this cock, she might as well learn
to like everything that comes out of the thing," Matt sneered.

As the stream got stronger, Matt moved it over her body. First, he let it splatter on her 
stomach, then he moved it across her breasts. He was careful to pause at each nipple and let 
the flow pelt the dark skin of it. After that, he moved the flow to her neck.

"THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS... THIS IS SICK!" Carla yelled.

"If that slut bitch tries to move, she'd going to get the shit knocked out of her."

Carla saw the look in his eyes and decided that to try to get away wasn't a good idea.

Matt directed his piss to her face now. He moved it back and forth across her tightly 
pursed lips, then he made it splash against her nostrils. Carla sputtered, and in the moment 
that her mouth was open, he returned his piss to it. The stream went through her parted lips.

Carla spit the stuff out as soon as the warm, acrid taste of it filled her mouth.

Matt directed the stream to her eyes, and she closed them tightly, but not before she felt 
them being doused with the yellow fluid. Her eyes stung as she held them shut.

After he moved the flow across her forehead, Matt drenched her hair with it.

Quickly, he moved the piss down her body and let it splash against her mound. It pelted 
into her pubic hair, then he moved it to her slit. He started at the top of it and moved to the 
base. Finally, as the flow began to ebb, he brought it to the center of her slit.

"That filth hole ought to take a piss douche on a regular basis," Matt said as the stream 
stopped.

Carla made an incomprehensible sound, but it carried a message of disgust.

"Now the slut whore can sleep in the piss bed... That's where slut whores belong," Matt 
said with contempt. "I'm going to sleep in the guest room."

Carla didn't say anything as he left. To her mind, being able to sleep in her bed alone was 
worth what he'd done to her. She thought that if she could spend her nights alone, she 
wouldn't mind going through this treatment on a regular basis.

It wasn't that much work to change the bedding, and being away from Matt would make 
her sleep better. But when she thought about the piles of laundry that she'd have to do, the 
idea was somewhat less appealing. One thing Carla hated to do was laundry. It bored her to 
tears.

As she remade the bed, Carla wondered how far this was going to go. And a new thought 
entered her mind. From the way Matt had acted that night, she thought that it might just be 
possible that the man was genuinely crazy. Perhaps there was no motive for his behavior after 
all. The idea made her a little nervous.

It was one thing if there were a purpose behind all of it. If he were trying to achieve 
something by treating her this way, she would knew that she was dealing with a rational mind.

But if he were flipped out, there was no telling what he might do. That would be difficult to
deal with since there was no way of predicting what a mind like that would do.

And it could be dangerous.

And the danger wasn't just to her. A shudder went through her as she thought about the 
children.

Her mind flashed through all the headlines she'd read. There were dozens of them.

"Crazed Husband Kills Wife, Kids and Self."

"Berserk Man Slays Family."

"Man Knifes Wife and Two Kids."

It seemed that that there were new ones every day. And if Matt was doing this just 
because some insane synapse misfired in his brain, both she and the children could find 
themselves on the front page of the "New York Post." Only they wouldn't be there to read the 
story.

To Carla's mind, if there wasn't some motivation behind what he was doing, his actions 
came close to those of a sociopath. But he'd never shown and signs of being deranged in the 
past. She thought that there should have been something that would have given her an 
indication.

There should have been a little red light someplace that would have told her to watch out, 
that there was something terribly amiss here and danger in the future.

But there had been nothing.

And everything in his life had been so normal, at least as far as she knew. There was 
nothing odd about his parents, and from what she knew about his childhood, it had been 
perfectly normal. It didn't make sense.

But one thing was certain.

Things were no longer normal.

Now everything was bizarre!

CHAPTER FIVE

Carla thought that Cynthia's return might make things a little quieter.

She was just thirteen, and Matt had always been protective toward her. That had made 
Carla think that perhaps he might not want her subjected to the language that he was using 
around her and Tommy. And she thought that he might display a less harsh attitude toward 
her since Cynthia was bound to be upset by the way he was treating her.

But nothing changed.

Things continued to decline, and his actions got harsher and harsher. Now there was rarely
a civil word from him, unless it was to one of the children. Carla wondered where it was all 
leading, and she became desperate for the catharsis that would resolve the situation.

When Tommy and Cynthia started back to school, Carla had her days free to think about 
things. The only thing that occupied her mind was what was happening to her and Matt.

To a greater extent than ever before, his actions were becoming erratic. She became more 
and more worried that he might be a psychotic, and the path the whole thing was going to 
take if this were true began to frighten her more and more.

Carla was sitting in the living room trying to figure out some solution to her problems on a
bright Wednesday afternoon during the second week in September, and a noise distracted 
her.

It was just two o'clock, and neither of the children were expected until after four.

Then she heard the front door open, so she got off the sofa and went to the foyer.

Cynthia entered the house in a rush, and there were tears flowing down her face.

"What's the matter, dear?" Carla said as she put her arms around the weeping girl. "It's 
only two o'clock... What are you doing home from school so early?"

As Carla held her, the girl started to sob. Her small body heaved with the force of them.

"Now nothing can be that bad... Try to calm down and tell me what happened," Carla said 
sympathetically.

"I... I... Oh, it's too terrible," Cynthia wailed. Her sobs subsided somewhat as Carla held her. 
"Why don't we go in the living room and talk about it, dear?" she said. "I'm sure that if you tell
me about it, you'll feel better."

"I'm just so humiliated that I could DIE!" Cynthia sobbed.

Carla ushered the girl to the sofa and held her in her arms after they sat down.

"Now try to dry those tears and tell me about it... I'm sure it isn't that bad."

"Yes it is... I'll never be able to face anyone again... Oh, I just want to DIE!"

"Please, dear, I'd rather that you didn't say things like that... It upsets me."

Cynthia regained her composure and looked at her mother. "It's absolutely the worst thing
that's ever happened to me... And everybody KNOWS! I'm NEVER going back to school," she 
said.

"Now why don't you start at the beginning and tell me what happened?" Carla said.

"Well, I know you told me that I should expect it to happen any time now, and it finally 
did... But it was so awful that I never want it to happen again," Cynthia said.

"I still don't know what happened, dear," Carla said. "What is it that you're talking about?"

"The periods... my menstrual cycles... It started today, and it was terrible," Cynthia 
explained.

"Now that isn't so terrible... ! told you that you should expect them."

"I know it had to happen sooner or later, but it was the way that it happened that was so 
terrible."

"You were wearing a sanitary napkin, weren't you? I told that you should always wear one 
until they start... After a while you'll know when to expect them so you won't have to wear it 
all the time if you don't want to."

"Yes, I was wearing the thing, but it started while I was in the shower after gym class."

Now Carla could understand why the girl was so upset. It wasn't the periods that bothered
Cynthia so much, it was the fact that the other girls knew such an intimate detail of her life.

"Now, I can understand why you're upset, dear. But you'll get over it," Carla said.

"Mother, they LAUGHED at me... I didn't even know what it was about at first... Then one of
them pointed at me, and there was blood coming out of the thing and it was running down 
my leg."

"I can understand why you were embarrassed, dear... But there's no excuse for the other 
girls to have been so cruel to you... Unfortunately, young people are that way sometimes."

"And l just KNOW that they told all the boys... I know it!" Cynthia lamented.

"Even if they did, dear, it's nothing to be ashamed of... In fact, you should be proud of it."

Cynthia looked at Carla with incredulous eyes. "Proud of? Proud of a thing that bleeds 
once a month?" she asked in disbelief.

"It means that you're a woman now... Your breasts have started to grow, and you're about 
to become everything that a woman should be... And I think you're going to be a very pretty 
one."

"I don't care about that," Cynthia sniffed. "I don't want to have anything to do with sex."

Carla looked at the girl lovingly. "I know that you feel that way now, but you'll change your
mind later on... I can assure you of that... Sex can be very enjoyable, Cynthia."

"How could anyone ever touch a thing that bleeds like that... IT'S DISGUSTING!" Cynthia 
said.

"Well, it doesn't bleed all the time, and you'll find that men will be very eager to touch it."

"Well, I don't care... I'm never going to do it... l swear I won't!"

Carla felt a twinge in her clit, and her pussy started to feel warm and moist as he held the 
girl to her breast.

"Ah... Dear, I think that we should go upstairs and let me take a look at you," Carla said.

"What on earth for?"

"Just to make sure that everything is all right, that's all... I'll feel better if I'm sure that there 
isn't any problem."

Cynthia thought about it for a moment. It seemed a little strange to her, but then she had 
the feeling that she'd feel better too if she knew for sure that everything was all right.

"All right, Mother... I just feel a little embarrassed, that's all," Cynthia said.

"That's a good girl... Now you run upstairs and get undressed, then lay on my bed."

"Do you want me to take the napkin off too? It might mess up your bed."

"Well, you should put a towel under your hips, but you can leave the napkin on for now."

Carla watched Cynthia's back as the girl left the room. The girl's hips were just starting to 
broaden, and Carla thought there was a sweetness to a girl that age that never returns once 
the girl grows out of it.

The warmth in Carla's loins rose as she watched her daughter leave? and more fluids 
seeped into her cunt. Carla tried to make herself believe that she was performing a basic 
motherly duty, and she did her best to ignore the excitement that was rising in her.

Carla waited for a few minutes, then she walked slowly to the stairs and up them. The 
outer lips of her slit rubbed gently against each other as she climbed the stairs. The velvety 
softness of then as they slithered first one way, then another produced another twinge in her 
clit and there was a tingling sensation in the outer portion of her pussy.

When she walked into her bedroom, the sight of Cynthia's body, naked except for the 
gauzy sanitary napkin, gave Carla an added thrill. More fluids oozed into her cunt.

Carla sat down on the bed next to her daughter. She removed the napkin and the belt that
held it in place. The underside of the thing was stained with very dark blood.

Carla put the thing in the wastebasket beside the bed and shifted her eyes back to her 
daughter.

"I think that you're coming along very nicely," Carla said.

Cynthia's breasts were little more than nipples popped out sitting on two barely 
perceptible mounds. Carla reached her fingers to one of them and ran them across it.

"Yes, these are going to be very nice one of these days," Carla told her daughter.

"I hope they stop growing right now... I don't want them," Cynthia said.

"Now' dear, doesn't this feel good when I do it?"

Carla put her thumb and forefinger to one of the girl's nipples and squeezed it.

"I don't know," Cynthia said. "It feels kind of funny, that's all."

Carla put her other hand to the other breast and squeezed that nipple as well. Then she 
put her palms to the nascent mounds and kneaded them. After a long moment, she went back
to the nipples.

"Now that is starting to feel good," Cynthia said. "But there's a funny feeling down there 
too... I don't really understand how that can be."

"That's because our bodies are all connected together... The sensations that my fingers are
making up her get transferred down there... Don't you feel it all over your chest?"

"It's sort of all tingly and nice... Is that the same thing?"

"More or less... And the larger your breasts get, the better they can make you feel."

Carla felt another twinge in her clit, and her juices started to flow more rapidly. The warm 
feeling that she had transformed itself to a hot feeling that was spreading through her pelvis.

"Ah... This may be a little personal, Cynthia, but do you remember me telling you about 
your clitoris and what its role was?" Carla asked.

"Yes."

"Well, have you ever put your finger on it?"

"I tried to once, but I wasn't really able to find it... I wasn't sure exactly where it was."

Carla took her hands away from Cynthia's breasts and moved them to her slit. There was a 
trickle of blood emerging from the bottom of it, and a stain was spreading on the towel.

Carla parted the outer lips of the girl's slit and she held them open with the fingers of one 
hand while brought the index finger of the other hand to the top portion of Cynthia's cleft.

Very gently, Carla nudged her finger under the cowl of skin that concealed the girl's clit.

Carla made a little circle with her finger and stopped as she encountered the small nub of 
nerve endings. It was starting to become firm, and Carla pressed it against the girl's pliant 
flesh.

"OH!" Cynthia exclaimed.

"Does that feel good like that?" Carla asked her.

"So that's it... I thought it was supposed to be inside the hole or something."

"Yes, I've got my finger on it right now," Carla said as she started to move her finger back 
and forth.

"OH!"

"How do you like those sensations... Isn't it nice?"

"Oh, yes, it's very nice indeed... It's never felt like that before," Cynthia said with a catch in 
her voice.

Now that she had her finger on her daughter's clit, Carla released the lips of Cynthia's slit 
and moved the index finger of the hand that had been holding it open to the center of the 
cleft. She pushed it gently past the outer lips and poised it on the entrance to the girl's hole.

Carla sent her fingertip in and rotated it, probing for a hymen. When she didn't find One, 
she sent her finger in farther. It encountered no resistance as it moved.

"Now, how does that feel?" Carla asked when her finger was in to the knuckle.

"It feels nice, but it 'different' sort of... I can't really explain it."

"I know what you mean, dear... But eventually it all sort of combines," Carla said.

"Is that what they call an 'orgasm'?" Cynthia asked her.

"Yes, that's part of it, but an orgasm is more than that... It's a peak, kind of like the top of a 
mountain. That's what all those sensations are leading to... The final explosion, so to speak."

Carla moved her finger faster on the girl's clit, and she felt her daughter's juices begin to 
coat the finger that was inside the cunt. She swirled the finger around against the slippery 
membranes. As she did it, she pressed harder against the slick tissues to stretch them.

"Oh, Mother!" Cynthia gasped, "I've never felt anything like that... It's wonderful."

"And it get even better than this," Carla told her.

"I just can't believe it... It's too fabulous for words!"

"Now I'm going to do something that might shock you, but it'll make you feel still better," 
Carla said. "But first I want you to turn around in the bed and hang your legs over the side."

Carla pulled the finger that was in Cynthia's cunt out, and she removed the one that was 
rubbing the girl's clit. The finger that had been in the cunt had traces on blood on it.

Carla licked the blood off her finger while Cynthia was changing position in the bed.

As Cynthia was about to get into the position that she wanted, Carla got off the bed and 
went to her knees beside it. Once Cynthia had her legs over the edge of the bed, Carla spread 
them apart and moved between them. She sent her finger back to the girl's clit and rubbed it.

Cynthia let out a moan and rolled her head back on the bed as the sensation ripped 
through her. Each flick of her mother's finger on her sensitive clit sent a surge of pleasure 
through her. Her clit felt like a live electrical wire discharging thousands of volts a second.

Then Carla moved her head closer to Cynthia's slit. She took her finger away from her 
daughter's clitoris and brought her mouth to the base of the girl's slit. Carla stuck out her 
tongue and parted the outer lips with it. Then she moved slowly to the top of, the slit, keeping
her tongue between the smooth membranes.

When she got there, Carla pushed her tongue in more firmly and ran it around in a circle.

Cynthia let out a yelp when she felt it and raised her head off the bed. She was surprised 
by the sight she beheld, but as her mother's tongue passed over her clit again, the burst of 
pleasure made her hot. Carla swirled her tongue around and around, each pass grazing 
Cynthia's clit.

Then she stopped her tongue and pressed it against the firm little nub. She held the clit 
against the tissues surrounding it and started making small movements with her tongue. 
Carla's arousal went higher as she heard Cynthia let out one low moan after another.

As she moved her tongue on Cynthia's clit, Carla hitched up the skirt she was wearing and 
slipped the index finger of her right hand under the waistband of her panties. She sent to 
finger to the top of slit, inserted it and brought it immediately to her clit and started to rub 
the thing.

As Carla moved her tongue faster on Cynthia's clit, she moved her finger faster on her 
own.

The sensations dazzled Carla as she licked on her daughter's clit. There was one heavy 
barrage after another. Her breathing became labored, and she had the feeling that her juices 
were drenching her cunt.

When Cynthia's hips started to writhe against her mouth, Carla stopped the motion of her 
tongue and pulled her mouth away. She looked up at the girl, and she was pleased with the 
pleasure she had produced in her.

"Now I'm going to show you something else," Carla said to her daughter.

"Oh, God, Mother, I don't want it to ever stop... PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

Carla brought her free hand to Cynthia's slit and, turning her wrist so that it was above the
slit, nudged her index finger inside and found the girl's clit. As she started to rub it, Carla 
brought her mouth to the center of the slit, pushed her tongue through the outer labia and 
poised it at the entrance to the hole. Slowly, she sent it into Cynthia's cunt.

Carla pressed her head hard into Cynthia's mound and rolled her tongue around inside 
the hole.

The sweet taste of blood pervaded her senses. Quickly, Carla pulled her tongue back into 
her mouth and sucked on it. Then she sent it back up the girl's cunt as far as it would go.

"OH MY GOD!" Cynthia yelled. "IT'S INCREDIBLE... BUT, PLEASE, PLEASE, DON'T STOP."

Carla swirled her tongue against the slick membranes of Cynthia's passageway, and she 
went even faster on the girl's clit. At the same time, she gave herself more stimulation.

Cynthia arched her hips into her mother's face, and the girl had to gasp for breath.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Cynthia said with a staccato voice.

Carla felt her own pleasure escalate as she ran her tongue around Cynthia's pussy and 
flicked her finger on the girl's clit. The pleasure was mounting inexorably in her.

Carla brought herself right to the edge, then she started going slower on her clit so that 
she could stay there. She didn't want to go over the top until she'd taken Cynthia there.

"Cynthia wasn't really sure what was happening to her, but she knew that she liked it.

Each new sensation that raced through her body was more exquisite than the last.

And each one of them seemed to merge with the others. They were combining, mounting,
surging into a pleasure that was removing

everything else from her consciousness. She was lost to the ecstasy of it. She felt as if 
nothing else existed for but this feeling.

"OH GOD IN HEAVEN!!" Cynthia cried out as she floated to edge of a void that threatened 
to swallow her.

Then the orgasm hit her. Every nerve in her body started to discharge. Synapses blow out.

Cynthia's body went rigid, and her hands and feet went spastic. She started to shake with 
it.

Carla kept licking as the girl writhed in ecstasy. And she went faster now with her own 
finger against her clit. Then she felt Cynthia's cunt make a spasm against her tongue.

The spasm in Cynthia's cunt made a shudder pass through the girl's body. Then there were
more spasms and more shudders. Her flesh was a mass of violent shakes and jerks as the 
orgasm held her.

Carla went over the top as Cynthia's spasms subsided. She couldn't control her tongue or 
her finger any longer, so their movement stopped. But she didn't move them away from her 
daughter.

There was a flash of brilliant light in Carla's brain, and her cunt convulsed. The sensations 
rocked her as her nerves overloaded and discharged randomly. She shook with the pleasure 
of it.

When the sensations subsided, Carla pulled her tongue out of Cynthia's cunt and took her 
mouth away from her mound. She panted to get enough air into her lungs. In the distance, 
she could hear Cynthia's heavy breathing.

"Oh, my God," Cynthia said when she could talk. "I didn't think anything like that was 
possible... It's the most incredible thing that I've ever done... It's hard to believe."

"I know," Carla said. "And it gets better as you go along."

"I can't believe that's possible... Is it the same thing with men?"

"It can be better if the man really knows what he's doing," Carla explained.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet."

"I should hope not... And I hope you wait to do that until you are ready for it."

"I'll do my best, Mother."

Cynthia sat up and Carla was pleased at the satisfied look on her face. But then that look 
changed dramatically. A look of horror and disgust came over the girl's features.

"What's wrong, dear, you look so..."

"MOTHER!" Cynthia yelled. "You look revolting... There's BLOOD all over your face!"

"I don't think it's going to hurt me that much."

"It's positively the most DISGUSTING thing I've ever seen!"

Cynthia jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.

Carla went to the mirror in the bathroom and looked at herself. She had to admit that it 
was an odd sight, but she didn't think it was that bad. As she stood there, she ran her tongue 
around her lips and licked off the blood that was on them. The sweetness of it added to the 
afterglow of the shattering orgasm that she'd had..

After she washed the blood off her face, Carla dressed and went downstairs.

She hoped that what she'd done with Cynthia wouldn't have any traumatic effect on the 
girl's life. But then thinking that sex was bad and dirty was even worse as far as Carla was 
concerned.

She remembered how hard it had been for her to get over all the negative feelings that 
she'd had about the subject. Carla hoped that Cynthia wouldn't have to go through what 
she'd been through.

And as she sat again in the living room, she hoped that her daughter wouldn't have to 
endure the same thing that she was going through with Matt. Carla wouldn't wish that on 
anyone.

The rapes had become an almost nightly occurrence now, but they were never followed by
the piss that had at least let her sleep alone for a night. She wished that they would be.

Anything was worth enduring if it would mean a decent night's sleep for her. That was 
something that she hadn't had in a long time. And it was beginning to take its toll on her 
nerves.

She'd begged him to allow her to go to the guest room, but Matt wouldn't hear about it.

Carla thought that he was doing it on purpose. She thought that he had the idea that 
sleeping poorly would wear her down, and that's one thing he was right about.

She was doing the best that she could to hide the dark circles that had formed under her 
eyes, but they had become so deep that it was almost impossible to do anything about them.

And now there was no way that she could even excite herself enough to take his cock 
inside her.

Her solution was to coat the walls of her cunt with Vaseline and baby oil before he got 
home.

It was the only way she could avoid the pain of him pushing into her dry. The whole 
routine was degrading and humiliating as far as she was concerned. No woman should have 
to live that way, she thought.

And now she was having thoughts that disturbed her. She couldn't get the idea of his 
having some sort of accident out of her mind. She thought of it as a salvation for her 
predicament.

And now she was having thoughts of actually killing him.

Justified homicide.

They'd have to look at it that way. It was so perfectly reasonable. Anyone who had to live 
the torment that was her daily existence was justified in putting her tormentor to death.

At least to Carla's mind.

But she knew that if she did that, there would be problems. It would be a monumental 
hassle.

There might even be a trial, and she neither wanted that nor could she afford it.

At that moment, there seemed to be no escape for her. And now she despaired of ever 
finding one. Her only hope was that something would happen soon to break things open.

It had to.

CHAPTER SIX

On Friday evening of the same week, Carla was sitting in the living room having a drink 
after dinner and dreading the return of her husband. There had been another decline in their 
relationship since the previous evening.

The night before, Carla had finally decided to bring up the subject of divorce.

It was obvious that there was no future for their relationship, and she thought that he 
might go along with it. She'd sent Cynthia up to bed early, and Tommy was spending the 
night at a friend's house.

Carla didn't want to think about what he might be doing with the other one.

Carla was trying to adjust to Tommy's "condition" but so far, she really hadn't been able to 
understand it. And she worried that it might be the result of something she'd done as a 
mother.

When Matt had finally returned, she'd asked him right away for a divorce.

"Absolutely not... I don't even want to discuss it," he'd told her.

"But this doesn't make any sense," she'd protested.

"It makes sense as far as I'm concerned, and that's what counts."

The subject had been closed. That made her even more unhappy.

Now, as she waited, she tried to think of something else. There had to be some other way 
out for her.

But all she could do was hope that it would be divinely revealed for her. Her mind had 
been over every conceivable option a dozen times, and none of them worked for her.

That Friday Tommy was away for the night again, and Cynthia had gone to her room after 
dinner. It was obvious to Carla that what was happening between her and Matt was affecting 
her children.

Tommy spent every night that he possible could away from the house, and Cynthia had 
become almost a prisoner in her room. She didn't even show much interest in watching 
television.

When she heard Matt's car drive into the driveway, she made herself another drink and 
came back to the living room to wait for him. She thought that she'd give the idea of a 
divorce one more try. There had to be a way that she could get through to him.

When Matt came into the room, he looked at her and muttered something about the slut 
bitch drinking up all his booze. Carla couldn't really understand what he was talking about.

"I really think that we should talk about the idea of a divorce again," she said.

"And I told you that the subject is closed... Once and for all," Matt said to her.

"I think that I could make a pretty good case for myself if I just went ahead and did it," 
Carla said. "This really does amount to extreme cruelty."

"I hope that you have something to live on while you make this case," Matt said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Lawyers tend to be expensive, and I don't think you have many tangible assets, except for
those two on your chest."

"Have you been up to something with the bank accounts?" Carla asked.

"You shouldn't be using that term in the plural... Since about two this afternoon, there's 
only been one bank account, and I'm the only one who write checks against it."

Carla looked at him in stunned silence. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. But 
then, it had gotten to the point that she thought he was capable of doing just about anything.

"Well, there's always the house," she said.

"You forget, dear, that I own the house... Your name doesn't appear on the papers."

Now Carla felt her blood start to rise. This was all too beastly to endure. She cursed herself
for not "I really hate to tell you this, my dear," Matt said evenly, "but without me, you don't 
have a nickel to your name... And I doubt that you'd have an easy time finding a good job."

Carla didn't want to continue the conversation. The last thing that she needed was more 
depressing news. It made her feel even worse than she had before he came home.

It seemed that everywhere she turned, there was a closed door in front of her. There was 
nothing she could do now, she thought. She was stuck in this situation forever.

Now the idea of killing him seemed better than ever. It might be better to spend the 
better part of her life in jail than to spend it shackled to Matt. She was afraid that in time, her 
thoughts of killing him would change and turn to thoughts of killing herself. She didn't want 
that to happen.

Carla looked up and saw Cynthia come into the room. Matt had taken the arm chair across
from the sofa she was sitting on, and Cynthia went over to him and sat in his lap. She put her 
arm around his shoulder.

"How's Daddy's little girl tonight?" Matt asked her in a sweet tone.

"I want to ask you something, Daddy," she cooed.

Carla thought that the child was at an odd point in life. Half the time, she acted like a little 
girl, and the other half she acted almost like an adult. Right now she was pulling the little girl 
number, probably because there was something that she wanted from him.

"You go right ahead and ask, and I'll see what I can do," Matt said.

"Can I whisper it in your ear?"

"Yes, if you want to."

Carla watched as Cynthia whispered into her father's ear. But when she saw Matt's eyes 
focus on hers with a beady intensity that she'd never seen before, she felt a cold stab of fear.

"So what do you think, Daddy?" Cynthia said out loud when she'd finished.

"I think that you'd better go to your room and close the door," Matt told her.

"Did I say anything wrong, Daddy?"

"No, it's not your fault... You just do as I told you... Everything will be all right."

Cynthia left the room with her eyes on the floor.

Matt waited until he heard the door to her room close then he fixed Carla with a stare of 
loathing and disgust. "I think that you'd better do some explaining about what's been going 
on," he said.

"What the hell did she tell you?" Carla asked him.

"She didn't TELL me anything... She ASKED me something."

"Well, I think you'd better tell me what it is, then I'll know what you're talking about."

"I think you know damn well what I'm talking about... She asked me if I'd come up to her 
room and make her vagina feel nice JUST LIKE MOMMY DID!"

Carla couldn't believe the child could be that naive. While it was true that she hadn't said 
anything about not telling anyone what had happened, Carla thought the girl would have 
enough sense to realize it was something that you didn't run around telling other people.

Then she considered the possibility that Cynthia might be blaming her for the miserable 
situation around their house. It was possible her daughter thought Carla was the source of the
problem, that she'd done something to her husband that made him the way he was.

Children, Carla thought, always behave oddly when there's major trouble between their 
parents.

As she sat there before making a reply to his statement, she decided that it didn't make 
any sense to try to lie about it. He probably wouldn't believe her anyway.

"Well, it was the day she started her first period, and it happened while she was in the 
shower after gym class and the other girls made fun of her... She was real upset and came 
home from school early... I really felt sorry for the poor thing."

"So you seduced her, is that it?" Matt asked her. "You were sorry for her, so you had sex 
with her WHILE SHE WAS HAVING HER PERIOD?!"

"Well, she said she didn't ever want to do anything sexual because she thought it was so 
awful that the thing bled like that, so I wanted her to know how good it felt."

"I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU! YOU'RE DEPRAVED!"

"No more depraved than you are... Look at the way you're making us live!"

Matt looked at her, then he said, "I am not the subject of this conversation, YOU are."

"Well, none of it would have happened if you weren't acting so crazy all the time."

"I'M CRAZY! This is too much... You seduce a thirteen year old girl, AND I'M THE CRAZY 
ONE?! I mean, I've heard a lot of strange things in my day, but that takes the cake."

Carla decided not to try to get him to see that what he was doing to her was depraved 
and cruel. For whatever reason, he was blind to the nature of his own actions, and no amount 
of talk was going to change that. She wished that there were someplace she could go to be 
alone.

"The next thing you're probably going to do is seduce Tommy," Matt said with a sigh.

Carla decided that she didn't have anything to lose at that point. And, in a perverse way, 
she was kind of looking forward to the expression on his face when she told him the truth.

"That happened last month when he got back from camp," She said matter-of-factly. "But 
he really didn't like it much... He told me that he was gay."

"I DON'T BELIEVE THIS IS FUCKING HAPPENING TO ME!!!" Matt yelled.

"And I don't believe the things that you're doing to me, either, but I have to live with it."

"There really aren't any words for a woman like you... SEDUCING HER OWN CHILDREN!"

"I really don't think that it was all that traumatic for them... They haven't displayed any sign
that it affected them all that much, so I don't see that it was such a bad thing."

"You're something else... You bring new meanings to the word 'perverted', you know that?"

"And you bring new meaning to the word 'sadistic'," Carla said to him.

"And I'll tell you another thing, you don't even need to think about trying to get a divorce 
and keeping the children... No judge in the world would give them to you after this," Matt 
said.

"You probably would go that far, wouldn't you?" Carla asked him.

"You're damn right that I would... It would make for a wonderful scandal... All your friends 
would love it, to say nothing of your family," Matt snarled.

"Well, if you'd just listen to reason, we might be able to work something out," Carla said.

"I don't believe you've got any 'reason' in you... And it's probably your smothering 
affection that's turned Tommy into a fag... But there are things that I can do about that."

"Tommy says it doesn't have anything to do with us... He says it's just the way he is."

"That's bullshit, and you know it... Where the hell is he tonight, anyway?" Matt asked.

"If you want to know," she said, "he's spending the night with a friend."

"SPENDING THE NIGHT WITH A FRIEND?!!"

"Yes, that's what I said... He's spending the night with a friend... He doesn't like being in 
this house any more than I do, so he uses every excuse that he can to get out."

"You mean, you're tell me that my kid is a fag, then you're saying that you let him spend 
the night with another boy? THIS IS IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE!"

"I really don't see that there can be any harm in it," Carla said to him.

"NO HARM? Don't you realize that he'll probably try to queer every guy that he knows? 
And what the hell position are we going to be in if all these parents find out that our kid 
turned theirs into a homo? Did you ever think about something like that?"

Carla thought about it for a moment. Both for Tommy's sake and her own, she didn't want 
him to get caught doing anything like that. It would be bad for all of them. But then there was
no way she could watch the boy twenty four hours a day. That simply wasn't reasonable.

"From what Tommy says about it, it isn't that way... A person is either gay or they're not... 
And trying to do something with them, or even if they do do it, won't turn them gay-"

"That sounds like a lot of pinko homo bullshit if you ask me," Matt snapped.

"I don't know... But it sounds reasonable to me... I don't think someone can be 'converted' 
to that sort of thing unless they were predisposed to it in the First place."

Matt looked at her. "Any one who'd do what you did would think that fucking a dead 
chicken was 'reasonable'. I don't know why you couldn't stick to the mailman and the milkman
and all that like any ordinary slut bitch whore... You have to go after your own children."

"Well, it only happened once with each of them," Carla said defensively. "And you know 
that none of that other stuff you accuse me of ever happened, so I don't feel bad about it."

"I can't imagine what it would take to make you feel bad about something... I wonder if 
you actually have any feelings... It's your own damn fault that I treat you the way I do."

Carla felt that she had gained something just by his admission that there was something 
unusual about the way he treated her. At least it seemed like maybe there was a crack in the 
wall.

"So at least you admit that you're being cruel to me," she said confidently.

"No, under the circumstances, I'm not being cruel at all. Like I said, you're just getting what
you deserve... And after what you did to the children, I think you should see a shrink."

Carla brightened at the idea. She thought she'd love to have someone to talk to about 
what was going on, and it would certainly be safe to talk to a doctor. There was that matter of 
professional ethics and patient confidentiality to be considered.

But she didn't want Matt to know that she actually wanted to go. Especially considering 
the expense, she didn't think that Matt would do something that she'd like.

"There's no way that you're going to get me to see a psychiatrist," Carla told him.

"You're sick and you're going to see a doctor, that's all there is to it," Matt said.

"I think that you're the one that needs the doctor, not me."

"I'll check around Monday morning to see if I can get some recommendations, then I'm 
making an appointment for you... I don't want to hear anything else about it."

"You can make an appointment, but that won't get me to the doctor's office," Carla said.

Matt thought about it for a moment. Then he said, "For every minute you're late, I'm going
to belt you... How do you feel about that... If you miss the appointment, that's fifty punches... 
How do you think you'll look after that?"

"You wouldn't do a thing like that."

"Try me."

"I could have you arrested for something like that... How would that look?"

"Your face will still be a mess... And how would it look if I had you arrested for what you 
did to the children... I think the authorities would consider that a little more serious."

"This is insane."

"No, you're insane."

"I'm not half as crazy as you are, but if I don't have any other choice, I'll see the doctor."

"You don't."

Carla made her lower lip tremble for him, then she stood up and walked hurriedly into the 
kitchen. As soon as she was out of the room, her face lit up in a big smile. She was surprised at
how easy it had been; once he thought he was inflicting another cruelty on her, he'd been a 
pushover.

Carla didn't know if seeing a psychiatrist would explain anything for her, but it would help 
just to be able to talk to another human being about what was happening in her life.

And maybe there were some theories that would explain what was happening. Maybe it 
was what would turn things around for her. It certainly had to be worth a try.

But in the back of her mind, Carla felt that something was wrong. It occurred to her that 
he might be setting her up. It was possible that everything he'd done had been done for the 
express purpose of driving her crazy. If that was what was going on, she might be playing 
right into his hand. Carla hoped that it wasn't as cold and calculated as that.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Over the course of the next three months, Carla's life at home became even more 
intolerable, but her weekly sessions with Doctor Cranston Harding enabled her not only to 
bear it, but her spirits actually rose. She looked forward to her Tuesday afternoon trips into 
the city.

They were the high point of her week, and she didn't know how she'd lived without them.

"I know that there should be something I should be doing about it, but I really can't come 
up with anything," Carla said to Doctor Harding on Tuesday of the first week in December.

"I tend to agree with you that he's really the one that should be seeing me," Doctor 
Harding told her. "You have a lot of problems right now, but from the way I see it, he's at the 
root of most of them... Once you're able to break free of him, you'll be fine."

"I know that, Doctor, but there doesn't seem to be a way to do that... About the only thing 
I could do would be to go home and live with my parents... That's leaves the problem of the 
children... How could I leave them with him while he's acting this way?"

"You may have to face that possibility," Doctor Harding told her.

"I told you what he's doing to poor Tommy... Making the boy act like he's in Marine boot 
camp all the time, making him do calisthenics all the time, teaching him marching and all 
that... I can see by the look on the child's face that he's miserable."

"But at the same time, you can't stop it, can you?"

"No, and it makes me feel terribly guilty... I keep thinking that I should be able to."

"You shouldn't feel that way."

"You keep telling me that, Doctor, but I think any mother would feel that way."

"Perhaps so, but you're going to have to get over it so that you can take some action."

"I'll try."

"I know that it isn't easy... It isn't easy for anyone," Doctor Harding said.

Carla felt herself start to cry. She didn't know why she was doing it, but there was a tear 
running down the side of her pretty face. She made an attempt to stop, but it only made her 
break out in a sob. It was the same thing that happened occasionally when she was at home 
by herself.

She felt so utterly helpless that crying was the only thing she could do. Carla felt as if she 
had absolutely no control of her life. The feeling made her depressed and miserable.

"Now this is nothing to cry about," Doctor Harding said. "That's not going to solve any of 
your problems... We've been through all that before, I think."

The doctor was clearly uneasy in the presence of her tears. It was one of the few things 
that still bothered him after all the years he'd been practicing psychiatry. When he first started,
he'd thought that he'd get over it, but he never had.

"I... I... I know, but I can't help it," Carla said as her sobs became more wracking. "It's... I just
feel so terribly alone... I feel like I don't have any control of my life."

"That's certainly understandable, but we've talked about that before... The key to regaining
control is to take some sort of action that will change the situation."

"I... I guess that's what I want you to tell me, Doctor. I... I want you to tell me what I should 
do... I want you to give me the answer that will clear up this mess."

"You know that I can't tell you what to do," Doctor Harding said to her.

"Y-yes, I know that."

Carla's sobbing intensified once more. Her entire body was shaking with them.

Doctor Harding considered calling his nurse and giving Carla an injection of Valium to 
calm her down. But that was something that he didn't like to do unless it was absolutely 
necessary.

Instead, he got out from behind his desk and stood next to the chair Carla was sitting in 
and put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. There were times when the best possible 
thing one could do was to touch someone. Doctor Harding thought that touching healed 
more wounds than medicine and psychiatry had. It was usually the one thing that could be 
depended upon to help.

As soon as she felt his hand on her shoulder, Carla stood up and threw her arms around 
the doctor. She put her head on his shoulder as gut-wrenching sobs took control of her body.

Doctor Harding was a bit taken aback by her sudden move, but as she held on tightly to 
him, he put his arms around her and patted her back to try to calm her.

Gradually, the sobs subsided. Carla sniffed, and finally, her body went limp against his.

"Now that's better," Doctor Harding said when her crying came to an end.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I just couldn't help it."

"There's nothing for you to apologize about."

Carla bent her head back from his shoulder and looked into his watery blue eyes.

Suddenly, Doctor Harding bent his head to the side and brought his lips to hers.

Carla felt a burst of pleasure as his lips pressed firmly against hers. She tightened her grip 
on the doctor so that the contact was even harder. She couldn't remember when it had felt so 
good to be in the arms of a man. It felt natural and right to her.

Doctor Harding pulled away from her abruptly and pushed her away from him.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I... I really shouldn't have done that."

"Yes, you should have... I liked it immensely, and I wish you'd do it again," Carla told him.

Doctor Harding got a conflicted look on his face. Then he said, "It's a matter of ethics. This 
is the one thing that's absolutely forbidden between a doctor and his patient."

"I'm not going to tell anyone if you don't."

"That isn't the point."

Carla stepped into him and put her lips to his. As soon as she did it, his arm went around 
her, and he pulled her tight against him. She could feel the intensity of his desire through her 
lips.

Again, Doctor Harding pushed her away. "This... this has never happened before," he 
stammered. "Never in my entire professional life have I had any sort of physical relationship 
with a patient... I can't let it happen."

"There's always a first time."

"But... It's just not..."

"I can tell how badly you want me, Doctor... You shouldn't resist so hard."

"If you only knew... I've wanted you for so long now..."

"And I've wanted you."

Carla had developed a crush on the man after her second session. At first, she'd thought 
that it wasn't anything more than a person feeling gratitude for someone who had helped 
them. But as the sessions continued, her feelings had become stronger and went deeper.

She liked everything about the man. His handsome, mature face, his thick gray hair, the 
trim body that he had maintained. He looked to be about forty five, but Carla thought that he 
was probably closer to fifty. But it was the gentleness of his nature that had completely won 
her over.

There was a softness in his voice that made Carla feel that everything was going to be all 
right. There was a sureness about his tone that made her think that nothing bad could happen
to her while she was with him. It was something she'd never felt before, and she liked it.

She moved to him again and put her hands on his shoulders.

"I don't think this is such a terrible thing," she said.

Carla didn't give him a chance to reply. She put her mouth to his before a sound could 
come out it. This time she opened her mouth to his, and he followed the gesture.

Carla pushed her tongue into his mouth and swirled it around. Then she felt his tongue as 
it moved into her own mouth and searched out all the nooks and crevices of it.

Now Carla knew that she'd won. The heat that she felt from his mouth told her that he 
wouldn't be able to resist his desires. A fire was lit that would burn brightly until it was finally 
quenched with the overwhelming finale of their passion.

Carla felt a twinge in her clit, and her cunt became warm and moist. Every movement that 
his tongue made in her mouth increased her arousal. There was a tingle in her nipples.

When they broke the embrace, Carla wedged her hand between them and brought it to 
his crotch. He was already hard, and she rubbed her palm against the bulge that his cock 
made in his pants.

"Mmmmmmmmm... That feels nice," Carla cooed.

"God, I don't believe this is happening," he said, his voice husky with desire.

"I do think that before we go any farther, you should let me start calling you by your first 
name... I feel a little awkward calling you 'Doctor Harding' now," Carla said.

"By all means."

"Thank you, Cranston... You know, I rather like that name... It has a nice ring to it."

"It's just a name."

Carla brought her mouth to his and they held each other tightly during the long embrace. 
Carla felt the warmth in her pussy spread throughout her loins. This, viscous fluids started to 
flow in her cunt.

And as they held on to each other, Carla increased the pressure of her palm against his 
cock.

"I wish this place were a little more comfortable," Cranston said when their mouths parted.

"It'll do just fine," Carla told him. "I'll be perfectly comfortable on the carpeting."

"Then I guess we may as well lie down on it."

As soon as they were stretched out next to each other on the carpeting, Cranston Harding 
ran his hands gently over her body. Then he brought them to her breasts and kneaded them 
through her blouse and bra. Then he brought their mouths together once again.

Carla let out a long sigh as they ended the kiss. "I can't tell you how good this makes me 
feel," she told him. "It's been so long since anyone touched me this way."

"I'm glad you enjoy it... I certainly do."

Cranston unbuttoned her blouse, and Carla sat up so that he could slip it off her 
shoulders. Then he unhooked her bra and laid it on top of her blouse.

"Lovely," Cranston muttered to himself as he looked at her ample breasts.

Carla lay down, and he brought his fingers to her erect nipples and squeezed them 
between his thumb and forefingers. A ripple of pleasure passed over Carla's chest.

Cranston pulled her breasts up from her chest, squeezed the nipples harder and let them 
fall back. He put his hands back to them and kneaded them firmly.

Carla moaned.

Then he moved his hands to the side of her skirt and unzipped it.

Carla kicked off her shoes as he did it. Then she raised his hips, and Cranston pulled the 
skirt over them and moved to her feet to take it off. He went back to her waist for her 
pantyhose and slipped those off her.

When he was finished, Cranston Harding stood up and undressed as rapidly as he could.

"That's every bit as nice as I thought it would be," Carla said when she saw his cock.

The thing was long and thick and the foreskin was still covering part of the head.

He got on the carpet beside her, and Carla rolled to her side and put her hand on his cock.

She pushed the skin off the head and wrapped her fingers around it.

"My, that really is a nice one," Carla said as she pressed more firmly into it.

"Thank you."

Cranston bent at the waist so that she could keep her hand on his cock and brought his 
mouth to one of her nipples. He ran his tongue around it, then he flicked it back and forth on 
the end.

He alternated to two actions, and Carla started to moan with the pleasure he was giving 
her.

When he finished with one nipple, Cranston moved to the other one and gave it the same 
treatment.

Carla felt the sensations his tongue was giving her get better and better. Waves of 
pleasure radiated across her chest, and more and more juices seeped into her pussy.

There was one strong twinge after the other in her clit as he worked on her.

By the time that he was finished with her nipples, Carla's chest was heaving. Every time he 
touched her, she got more excited. And as she got more excited, the sensations were better.

Carla ran her palm over Cranston's hard cock, then she wrapped it around the shaft just 
below the head. She pulled the skin over the head of it, then she pushed it back. She could 
feel the cock strain against her, and she felt the throbbing of the thick veins through her 
fingers.

When Carla felt his mouth leave her nipples, she pushed his shoulders against the carpet. 
She brought her mouth to his left nipple and took it gently between her teeth.

Then she flicked her tongue back and forth across it. As she did it, she felt the thing get 
firmer in her mouth. And she heard Cranston let out a long sight at the pleasure she was 
giving him. The fact that she could once again freely give a man pleasure filled her with a 
feeling of purpose. She felt there was at least some reason for her existence.

Carla let the left nipple slip out of her mouth and she moved to the right one.

When she was finished with it, she moved her mouth down the center of his hairy chest 
licking all the way.

She paused briefly at his navel, shifted her body so that she was on her knees, and darted 
the tip of her tongue into his navel. She gave several swirls, then moved farther down.

When she got to his pubic hairs, she ran her tongue across them. She liked the wiry fell of 
them. Then she moved to the base of his shaft, paused for a moment to swallow the hairs that
adhered to her tongue, and brought her mouth to the cock.

Carla ran her tongue back and forth across the taut surface of the stiff prick as she went up
it.

At the head, she moved her head back for a moment to look at it. There was a glistening 
bead of moisture in the hole at the end of his cock, so Carla bent to it, took it on the tip of her
tongue and brought her tongue back into her mouth and sucked on it. Then she put her lips 
to the end of Cranston's cock and slowly parted them to take in the head of his cock. Carla 
swirled her tongue around the glans, savoring the feel of the smooth skin.

She started to move her head up and down on the thing, taking more of the shaft into her
mouth with each stroke. Then she brought her hand to the base of the shaft to steady it.

When she had nearly three quarters of the thing in her mouth, she could feel the head of it
bumping against the back of her mouth, so she'd go up on it again. She made the strokes 
faster and faster, all the time letting more saliva accumulate on the shaft and glans.

Then she paused for a brief moment with as much of the shaft in her mouth as she could 
take and brought her hand to her mouth. As she went up on the cock, she followed her 
mouth with her hand. It moved easily on the saliva slick shaft.

When Carla got to the head of his cock, she took her mouth off it and rotated her closed 
palm on it. Cranston's cock tried to make a little jump, but her hand held it steady.

"God, I don't know where you learned how to do that, but that's the best I've ever had," 
Cranston said to her with a hoarse voice. "That's incredibly fabulous."

"Well, I left out a few of the details when I told you about Tommy and me," Carla said.

"I see."

Carla moved her hand back to the base of his shaft and held the cock so that it was 
against his abdomen. Then she bought her mouth to the underside of it, right at the sensitive 
area where the rim of the glans disappears into the hole at the end. She flicked her tongue 
rapidly back and forth on it. She had the sensation that the cock throbbed harder as she did it.

"Oh, Christ, that's good!" Cranston moaned as the sensations hit him.

Carla kept it up for a long moment, then she moved slowly down the cock flicking her 
tongue back and forth across the distended tube on the underside of it.

When she got to Cranston's wrinkled sack, she drew her tongue back and forth on it, then 
around and around it until the wispy hairs that grew there were matted with saliva.

Then she opened her mouth wide and took in the entire sack. She sucked on it and moved
the fleshy orbs around with her tongue. Cranston let out a low moan as she did it.

Then Carla pulled her head back so that the skin at the base of his balls was stretched 
tight.

She head Cranston groan, so she let the scrotal sack slip out of her mouth.

Carla put her mouth back to the underside of his cock and moved slowly, delicately, back 
to the head, all the time moving her tongue back and forth against his hard flesh.

When she got to the head, she but her lips around it and bobbed up and down. Then she 
took her mouth off it for a brief moment and moved her hand from the base of the shaft to 
just below the rim. She pushed the loose skin over as much of the head as it would cover.

Then she replaced her mouth on it, and slid the end of her tongue between the foreskin 
and the glans. Carla moved her tongue slowly around the head of his cock.

As she moved her tongue, she brought the index finger of her other hand to her mouth 
and wet it with saliva without taking her mouth off the cock. Then she brought the finger to 
his tightly puckered sphincter and pressed her nearly nailless finger against it.

The tight ring of muscle resisted at first, then it yielded to her insistent pressure.

Her finger slipped into his asshole to the first knuckle.

With the hand that was on his cock, Carla pulled the skin back from the head and bobbed 
faster on it. She had the feeling that his cock was getting even harder as she worked on it.

As Carla pushed more of her finger into Cranston's asshole, she started to rotate it around 
and stretch the tissues with it. Finally, she managed to get her finger all the way inside.

The inside of his rectum felt smooth and squishy to her. It gave her a thrill to finally be 
able to do something like that. She'd been waiting for an opportunity ever since Tommy had 
told her about it, and she was overjoyed that it had finally arrived.

Carla made one stroke after another on Cranston's cock. She was careful, now, to keep 
them steady and even, not too fast and not too slow. She could feel the pulsing of his veins 
through her lips as she moved them up and down on his thick cock.

Carla started moving her finger in and out of Cranston's asshole. She synchronized the 
movements of her finger with those that her mouth made on the head of his cock.

In went her finger.

Down went her mouth.

Out with her finger.

Up with her mouth.

As she made one stroke after the other on his cock, she felt the rigidity of the thing 
increase. By that time, the code was so hard, she thought a blood vessel might burst or the . 
skin tear if it got any harder. Then she felt the thing start to quiver against her lips.

"OH SHIT!" Cranston yelled.

Carla pulled her finger out of his asshole as she felt the sphincter start to clamp on it.

As she did it, she pulled her mouth off his cock and brought her thumb and the finger that
had been up his ass to the head of his cock. She pressed the thumb against the top of his 
glans and the finger to the sensitive area on the underside of the head.

She pinched hard.

"OUCH!" Cranston groaned.

She released the pressure, then she applied it again.

Harder this time.

Cranston winced, but he didn't say anything. Carla released the pressure, then gave a final 
pinch. When she released her fingers, she took them away from his cock and looked at him.

Cranston let out a long sigh. The tension that had built up in him vanished from his face.

"God, that was a close call," Cranston said. "You sure as hell know what you're doing, don't
you?" There was the sound of relief in his voice.

"I'll tell you all about it one of these days... My son is a very young, but a rather good 
teacher, in case you haven't guessed from what I said earlier," Carla told him.

"It certainly is a treat to be with someone who knows what they're doing."

"I hope that doesn't mean that this is going to be the only time we do this," Carla said with
alarm.

"I hope so too, but it's going to be a bit more difficult to arrange after this."

"What are you talking about... There'll still be our Tuesday afternoons, won't there?" 
Cranston looked at her. "Carla, I don't see how I can keep you as a patient after this... But we'll 
work something out so we can see each other from time to time," he said.

"Because if I stop seeing you, suddenly, he'll know that something is wrong... Just think 
what'll happen to me if he even suspects the truth... He's getting to the point that it could 
mean real physical harm."

"But I can't go on accepting my fees under these conditions... It isn't ethical."

Carla thought about it for a moment. "Well, if you really can't accept them, you can give 
the money back to me... I can certainly use it, and that way nothing changes... He won't 
suspect a thing."

"Well, it's an idea I'll consider, but I really don't know if I can..."

Carla cut him off. "Please, Cranston, you've GOT to, you've really GOT TO DO IT!"

He thought about it for a moment. "Well, for your sake, I'll do it."

"Oh, thank you... You don't know how relieved that makes me."

"But speaking of relief... There's more than one kind, you know," Cranston said as he 
pulled her to him.

"Oh, of course," Carla murmured as their lips came together.

This time it was Cranston who pushed her to the carpeting. He bent his head over her and 
put his mouth on one of her erect nipples and swirled his tongue around it. Then he flicked it 
back and forth across the firm end of the thing. Carla let out a low moan as the sensations 
registered on her.

Then he went to the other nipple and repeated the process.

After he was finished with the nipple, he put his mouth to her chest directly between her 
breasts.

He brought his hands to the sides of her breasts and pressed then against his head as he 
licked her chest.

After a long moment, he took his hands away and began working his way down her chest. 
As he went, Cranston flicked his tongue rapidly against her soft flesh.

He got up on his knees and moved his body down her side as he brought his head farther 
down.

At her navel, he darted the end of his tongue in and swirled it around. After that brief 
pause, he continued his descent. He was getting close and closer to her most sensitive areas.

Cranston ran his tongue through her pubic hairs, then he brought his mouth to the top of 
her slit. He stuck his tongue out and moved one knee between her legs to splay them, and 
when there was enough room, he added the other knee. His tongue was just barely parting 
her outer folds.

Keeping his tongue in the same position, He moved his mouth to the bottom of her slit. 
The outer labia were smooth and velvety on his tongue and the musky scent of her mound 
further excited him.

Then he went slowly to the top of her slit, but on the way up, he moved his tongue back 
and forth against the two sides of her cleft. At the top, he pushed more of his tongue into her.

The tip of his tongue went under the hood that concealed her clit. After he pushed as 
much of his tongue as he could into her, he rotated it slowly. He made one slow circle with it 
after the other, each one of them grazing slowly over her engorged clitoris.

Carla's level of excitement had dropped with the fear that there might be some change in 
her seeing him, but the sensations his tongue were giving him quickly began to sent her 
higher.

The agonizing slowness of his movement sent one heavy barrage of stimuli though her 
every time that it passed over her clit. The pleasure of it sent more fluids oozing into her 
pussy. Then, after one slow circle with his tongue, Cranston stopped it when it was on her clit.

He pressed the small nub into the soft skin that surrounded it. As he held it there, he made
almost imperceptible wiggles on her firm clit. Then he made them a little stronger.

"Oh, dear God... Dear God!" Carla groaned as the sensations coursed through her body. 
"My God! I can't stand it... It's too much... PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

Cranston held the wiggling of his tongue at that level for a long moment, then he made it 
a little stronger. Carla arched her hips into his mouth as he did it.

"GOD! THAT'S UNBELIEVABLE!" she gasped as the level of sensations intensified.

Carla had the feeling that her clit was on fire. The pleasure it was emanating was almost, 
but not quite, too strong for her. He'd reached the point that the pleasure was just about to 
transform itself into pain. Any harder, and her arousal would vanish in an instant.

But Cranston kept the pressure and the wiggling constant.

Carla moaned.

She groaned.

She went into an exquisite agony of desire. It was as if what he was doing to her was 
something that should be reserved for the gods. It was too thrilling, too exquisite, too divine 
for a mere mortal to experience it. Her body started to writhe with the pleasure she felt.

Carla zoomed to a high pinnacle of pleasure. But once she was perched on it, she didn't go
any farther. That was the nature of the sensations he was producing in her. They were able to 
take her right to the edge, but they wouldn't push her over the edge. She felt the tension 
mount in her.

More and more juices flowed into her pussy. She had the feeling that her cunt was 
completely inundated by them. She had the sensation that the flow was so copious that the 
fluids were leaking out.

But at that moment, she couldn't care about anything like that. She was lost to this new 
form of pleasure that he was giving her. It was something that she'd never experienced before
and something that she never wanted to forget. Her brain was dazzled by it.

Suddenly it stopped.

Cranston took his tongue back into his mouth and moved lower on her slit. When he 
reached the center of it, he put his hands to the sides of her slit and pulled the lips apart with 
his fingers. He pressed his mouth to the entrance to her hole and held his lips to it.

The head that he felt there and the wetness of the thing made his cock give a little jump.

Cranston stuck his tongue out and sent the tip of it in a circle around her inner labia.

Then he poised his tongue on her hole and slowly pushed it inside. His cock made another
jump when he realized how wet she was inside. He had the impression that the thing was 
sopping.

After her fluids coated his tongue, Cranston pulled it back into his mouth and sucked on it.
The sweet, but also vaguely salty, taste of her pervaded his senses. His cock jerked again.

He pushed his tongue back inside her hole and swirled it around. The walls of her pussy 
were slippery with her oily fluids, and his tongue moved easily against them. He went around 
and around with it.

Then Cranston pressed his tongue harder against the engorged membranes of her cunt to
stretch them as much as he could. He rotated his tongue faster inside her, all the time 
pressing harder.

Carla moaned with the new sensations he was creating. She stayed on the pinnacle she 
had reached, but now everything was different. The sensations had transformed into 
something that was unique. She couldn't remember ever getting the feeling that he was 
giving her from having something in her cunt.

Then the need to have something besides his tongue inside her filled her. Her juices were 
running still faster now, and the heat in her loins was like a blast furnace. She thought that she
might melt if it got any worse. Her body was starting to ache for release.

But at the same time, she was conflicted. The sensations that she felt now were so good 
that she didn't think she ever wanted to leave the high state of pleasure she was in. But in 
addition, there was that goal, that final explosion, that frenzy of electrical discharges that she 
needed to have. Without it, and without Cranston's cock giving it to her, she didn't think she 
could survive.

The disappointment, she thought, might literally break her heart.

"God, I'm beginning to need that thing in me... I really want it inside me," Carla said 
breathlessly.

Cranston didn't say anything, he just kept doing what he was doing. His tongue made one 
fast circumnavigation around her slick hole after the other, stretching the tissues as much as 
possible.

Carla moaned with the sensations that his tongue was creating. But each new surge of 
them made her want his cock inside her all that much more desperately. Now she was 
obsessed with it.

"Oh, God, please put that cock in me... Fill me with that thing!" she pleaded.

Again there was no response from Cranston. His tongue kept making sweep after sweep 
around her wet pussy. It was almost like some kind of machine that once started, could not be
turned off.

Carla could feel the pressure of his nose at the top of her slit. It was against the cowl of 
flesh that covered her clitoris, and the pressure alone made the thing give off a steady stream 
of sensations.

She had the feeling that what he was doing might take her over the top if he didn't hurry 
and get his cock into her pussy. The need for it surpassed every other need in her existence.

"I'VE GOT TO HAVE THAT COCK INSIDE ME! PLEASE... OH, PLEASE PUT IT IN!!" Carla 
begged.

Cranston kept on doing what he was doing. There was no change in his speed or his 
pressure.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PUT THAT THING UP ME... I'M ABOUT TO COME!"

Cranston pulled his face away from her mound. Her fluids made his lips and his cheeks 
glisten in the light. He moved in closer to her, and Carla spread her legs farther apart.

Cranston leaned over her and put his hands to the carpeting beside her shoulders. His hips
were raised above her, and he lowered himself so that the head of his cock was on her 
mound.

Carla reached for the cock as fast as she could. She held it at the base and Cranston 
lowered his hips again. Carla parted her outer lips with his cock and poised it at the entrance 
to her hole.

Cranston lowered himself again and his cock slipped into her. With another small descent, 
the entire head of the thing was inside her, and Carla took her hand away from the thing.

With one steady motion, Cranston brought his hips down until his pubic bone was hard 
against her mound. His cock was all the way inside her, and he held it there for a long 
moment.

Carla let out a sigh as she felt the long, thick thing against the walls of her cunt.

Then she adjusted her position so that the topside of his cock pressed against the folds of 
skin over her clit. She wanted to be able to feel his thrusting there.

"Oh, God, that feels so good," Carla moaned. "You can fuck that thing as hard as you want 
to."

Cranston pulled halfway out of her and rammed his cock back in to the hilt. He held it 
there for a moment, then he withdrew so that just the head of his cock was still inside her.

This time, he pounded the thing into her with even more force. Their hips slapped 
together as his cock sank to the base of the shaft. He rotated his hips on her briefly, then 
made another thrust.

"Oh, yes, that's the way to do it," Carla said hoarsely. "Really fuck that thing."

Cranston set up a series of rhythmic thrusts in and out of her slick hole. Carla moaned with
the pleasure that she felt as he did it. There were more and more fluids in her pussy.

And as her hole got slicker and slicker, Cranston's cock moved more and more easily.

Cranston started to drive his cock into her at a faster rate. Every time that he ground his 
hips into her, there was a slap that echoed through the room. He had the feeling that the 
faster he went with his cock, the deeper the thing penetrated her.

In and out went his cock. Back and forth. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Harder and
harder. Over and over again.

Carla felt each hard thrust of the thing take her higher. There was a constant barrage of 
sensations now as he rammed the thing into her. Each new thrust seemed to change the 
nature of them. The stimuli built on each other and gathered force within her as he 
pummelled her pussy.

As the level of her arousal got more and more intense, the sensations that he produced 
became more and more exquisite. Slowly, gradually, they took her to the edge. Carla had the 
feeling she was suspended over a vast abyss that was about to claim her body, her mind and 
her very soul.

On and on he plunged. One heavy stroke after the other.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh, yes yes yes yes yes YES YES YES!" Carla moaned. "REALLY GIVE IT TO 
ME... REALLY FUCK THAT THING... FUCK IT JUST AS HARD AS YOU WANT TO!"

"That cunt is making my cock feel better and better," Cranston gasped as he drove into 
her.

"And that cock feels good in there... JUST DON'T STOP!"

Carla didn't know how long she could last on the high plateau of pleasure that she was on.
Her mind was a swirling vortex of sensations. The flowed through every part of her body.

Her being was nothing but one surge of delicious sensations after another. Her nerves 
were filling with them, threatening to overload, to burn out the synapses with the strength of 
them.

He pounded into her with the fury of a crazed animal. By that point, the only thing that 
existed for Cranston Harding was the stream of pleasure the head of his cock was sending 
through him.

His cock felt like it was on fire, like it was glowing with white hot intensity as he rammed it 
into her. And the faster he went into her, the better his cock felt.

And as still more fluids flowed into Carla's dark passageway, the friction of his cock 
decreased. He had the sensations that he was driving it into a can of thick oil, warm thick oil 
that gave his cock one burst of sublime sensations after the other.

A film of perspiration covered their bodies as it continued.

Carla was gasping for breath as he drove into her. The sensations were gathering force 
inside her, pushing her towards a void that would engulf her being. Her face was contorted 
with the pleasure she felt.

Then she felt the beginning of the final fury. The stimuli she felt became almost 
unbearable and her body went rigid. Then there was a tremor in her chest and a quaking in 
the pit of her stomach.

Suddenly she sailed over the top with a loud gasp.

Her nerves fired at random and there was a blinding flash of light in her brain.

She arched her hips into the cock that was ramming into her, and then there was a spasm 
in her pussy.

A shudder began in her pelvis and worked its way up her torso. Her hands and feet went 
spastic.

She was delirious with the pleasure of it. It was her reason for being at that moment.

Nothing else in the world had any reality. Her vision consisted of nothing but the searing 
white light that filled her brain. She heard only the rushing of her blood in her ears.

There were more spasms in her pussy and more shudders. The orgasm held her tightly as 
it crashed and roared through her body. It was something that was all consuming for her.

The sensations subsided, but Cranston was still driving his cock forcefully into her.

It was a piston that pushed her upwards once again. The sensations gathered force once 
more and threw her headlong into the void, a void where there was nothing but her own 
naked passions.

There were more spasms in her pussy, and the shaking of her body became more violent.

She cried out as the force of it hit her, but the sound was that of a wild animal, 
incomprehensible.

As soon as that orgasm faded, another one was upon her. It shook her to the core of her 
being.

And now, even before it was fully over, there was yet another thundering orgasm upon 
her.

As Cranston pounded into her, her cunt made one strong convulsion after the other. It was
as if the thing were trying to clench onto his cock, get every last drop of pleasure possible out 
of it.

Carla's body started to writhe under him. He hips bucked wildly against his, but she was 
scarcely aware of any of it. The fierce climaxes kept her suspended in time and space. It was all
she could do to breathe.

Then they all started to merge and mesh together, each one of the orgasms making the 
one that followed it that much more intense. She was transported to a place where nothing 
was real except her own raging passions. And they were the only thing that was worth living 
for. It was sublime bliss.

Cranston let out a shout, but he kept driving into her. Then he let out a loud groan.

Carla hit a thundering, shattering climax as Cranston finally buried his cock deep inside her
and filled her spasming pussy.

CHAPTER EIGHT

By the time spring arrived, Cranston Harding and Carla Brewster had fallen deeply in love. 
It seemed to both of them that they had been destined for each other, and while both of 
them disliked the unpleasant sequence of events that had brought them together, they were 
glad that they had finally found each other.

As far as they were concerned, their love for each other was what made their lives make 
sense. It was what made each of them a complete person. They revelled in their happiness 
when they were together.

For Carla, however, the time that she spent away from Cranston was an agony of 
continuing abuse from Matt, and she despaired for both herself and her children when she 
wasn't with Cranston.

Cranston had tried to convince her to leave, but Carla thought that she had a duty to 
protect her children from Matt. There wasn't a whole lot she could do about him, but she 
thought that the presence of another adult who could call the police if necessary might 
restrain him.

On the second Tuesday in April, her spirits were at odds with the weather. It was a bright 
sunny day, and the air was full of the freshness of the season. Carla, however, was so 
depressed that even the prospect of seeing Cranston didn't cheer her up significantly.

The night before, Matt had beaten her in front of the children to show Tommy how to deal
with a woman and Cynthia what would happen to her if she didn't treat a man correctly.

There had been no reason for the attack, just as there had been no reason for any of what 
Carla now clearly thought were insane acts on his part. They just happened, that was all.

When she walked into Cranston's office, even the sight of him didn't do a lot to cheer her 
up. She was glad to see him, but even being with him and their love couldn't erase what she'd 
been through the night before. She didn't think anything could take the horror of it from her 
mind.

"You look unusually dreary today, my dear," Cranston said as she closed the door.

"You're not going to believe what he did last night," Carla said.

"I'm afraid that I will."

"Well, he finally beat me up in front of the children... I knew it was going to come, but I'd 
hoped that I could figure out some solution before it came to that," Carla told him.

"Did he leave any marks on you," Cranston asked.

"He's too clever for that... He used a rubber hose... The thing hurt like hell, and I'm still 
sore, but it didn't leave a mark... I was hoping it would too, but it didn't."

"That puts us back to square one, doesn't it?"

"I guess it does... I just don't know what I'm going to do about it."

"Well, my dear, the time has finally come to take some action, and you're going to take it 
whether you like it or not," Cranston told her.

"We're getting nowhere the way we're going."

"What do you think that we should do?" Carla asked.

"It's not a matter of what we SHOULD do, it's a matter of what we're GOING to do."

"Cranston, are you going to start ordering me around just like he does?"

"No, I'm not, but this time I'm afraid that you'll have to do what I say... It'll be better for 
both of us."

"I'll do the best I can, that's all I can promise, Cranston."

"No, this time you'll do what I say... Our entire future depends on it," Cranston told her.

"This sounds very serious... Do you mean that if I don't do what you say, it's over between 
us?"

"I'm afraid that that's about the size of it... Even though you mean more to me than I could
ever tell you, you won't be any good to yourself or to me if you stay there... I'm sure you can 
see what he's doing to you... But do you see what he's doing to me as well?"

"Well, I know that you're concerned about the situation, Cranston..."

"I'm becoming a nervous wreck thinking about you out there with that crazy man. I really 
don't think that I can take very much more of it... And you aren't really doing the children any 
good being there, so I just can't see why you want to stay."

"You know that I don't want to, but I feel that another adult in the house might restrain 
him from doing too much to the children... Maybe that's why he's held off really abusing 
them."

"You don't call what he's doing to your son 'abuse'?" Cranston asked her.

"Well, yes I do," Carla said. "But at least he isn't hitting them."

"And I can tell you that your being there won't stop him when the time comes."

"But what about the children? What's going to happen to them?"

"Under the circumstances, I think that it's best to get you away first... They can join us after
the school year is over. Then we'll leave the rest to the lawyers. I'm sure it won't be any 
trouble."

"Lawyers are awfully expensive, Cranston," Carla said.

"I've told you that I have money... Psychiatrists are rather well paid, you know."

"Yes, I know that but..."

"Perhaps I should tell you that I've published a few books in my time... They sold very well."

"Are you trying to tell me that you're rich or something?" Carla asked.

"There's more than enough to last us the rest of our lives, and there'll probably still be 
enough left so that your children will never have to worry... How does that sound?"

"The prospect of being a wealthy wife has a certain cachet to it," Carla said with a smile.

"The important thing to do is to get enjoyment out of the money," Cranston said.

"I certainly agree with that... But there's just one problem."

"What's that?"

"I know that Matt won't give the children up voluntarily, and since I'm the one that 
deserted the household, no court in the land will award them to me," Carla said.

"I told you that we'd work it out... I don't know exactly how right now, but we'll find a way."

There was a pause. Carla knew that she was going to do whatever he told her to, but to 
carry out something like that, she needed his encouragement and assistance.

"So what is it that we're going to do?" Carla asked to break the silence.

"I have a villa in the South of France," Cranston said, "and we're leaving for it this evening...
I've already made all the arrangements."

"THE SOUTH OF FRANCE?"

"Yes, the South of France... It's really very nice, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

"But I don't even have a passport... And how "I don't understand how that can be," Carla 
said.

"They're waiting for you right now at the Passport Office downtown... I've already sent 
them a copy of your birth certificate, you all you have to do is go down there and have your 
picture taken, sign some papers and pay then twenty dollars... That's all there is to it."

"But how...?"

He cut her off. "I'll give you all the details later... We'll have plenty of time to talk about it 
on the plane... There won't be anything to do but eat and drink and talk for seven hours, so I 
think we should discuss the rest of this later.

"But how am I going to get my clothes and things?"

"That's even easier... You aren't... I don't want you going back to that place... We're 
stopping in Paris on the way... You can pick up new things there," he told her.

"This is all too much," Carla said with a sigh.

Although she was still apprehensive about what was going to happen with the children, 
inside herself, she was glad that she was finally getting out. She thought that the children 
would be all right for the brief period left before the school term ended.

Suddenly, Carla saw a future for herself. There was a ray of sunshine coming through the 
dark clouds that had covered her life for so long. There was light at the end of the tunnel.

"Do you think that it would be all right if I didn't leave for thirty minutes or so?"

"Darling, you really should get going... I have a few things to finish up here before we 
leave for the airport... And the car is waiting downstairs..."

"I know, but after we leave for the airport, we won't be alone again for eight or nine 
hours... Now that something is finally going to happen, I really need something."

"Why don't you go to the Passport Office and we'll see how much time there is after you 
come back?"

"But I know if I get there before they close, they'll have to do it for me, won't they?"

"Yes, dear, I suppose they will."

"Well, I'd rather do something now, even if it's quick than take a chance on not being able 
to do it."

"Sometimes you can be rather exasperating, my dear," Cranston said.

Carla got out of the chair in front of his desk and walked around his desk to him She put 
her arm around his shoulder and bent at the waist to bring her head next to his.

"Now if we wouldn't talk about it so much, it'd be halfway over by now," she whispered in 
his ear.

Cranston knew when he was beaten and he pushed his chair back from his desk. As soon 
as she had enough room, Carla sat on his lap and kissed him lightly on the lips. She put her 
other arm around him and pulled their bodies more tightly together. She opened her mouth 
to his.

As their tongues swirled together, she felt a twinge in her clit, and her pussy began to feel 
warm and moist. The fires of her passion were lit, and she knew that Cranston would quench 
them.

As she let the sensations fill her body, she felt good about the prospects for her life for the
first time in months. She was going to a romantic place with the man she loved and her 
problems could stay behind in dreary Scarsdale. There was a feeling of real hope in her.

As they held the embrace, Carla felt Cranston's cock growing against her buttock.

That sent another twinge through her, and more fluids seeped into her cunt.

"Don't you think that we should take off our clothes now?" Carla asked him when she took
her mouth away from his.

"Yes, I think that would be nice," Cranston told her.

She slid off his lap and stood up. Both of them undressed as fast as they could.

Carla took a long look at Cranston's cock once he was naked. Just seeing the thing made 
her want to have it. The prospect of spending all her time with him filled her with anticipation. 
She didn't think there would be any limit to the things they could do.

When she was finished undressing, Carla stepped up to Cranston, put her hand to his 
cock, moved it so that the underside was against her stomach and pressed her breasts into his
chest as she put her arms around his neck. She brought their mouths together and opened 
hers to his.

Carla liked the feel of his cock against her. It throbbed and pulsed.

As Cranston swirled his tongue in her mouth, Carla felt her cunt become warm and moist. 
Her clit became engorged, and it sent a steady stream of sensations through her body.

They broke their embrace and Carla looked up at Cranston. "I think I'm going to like the 
South of France," she said. "Finally we can fuck in a real bed... That'll be nice, I think."

"We'll be able to fuck in a real every thing... A real pool, a real vineyard, you name it."

"I name everything."

They sank slowly to the floor, and Cranston leaned his body over hers. As he held his hips 
over Carla's midsection, she reached down and guided his cock into her hole.

When he was in to the hilt, Cranston wiggled his hips against her, and his cock stretched 
the membranes of her wet cunt. Carla breathed a deep sigh as she felt him pressing against 
the walls of her pussy. To her, it was the most natural state of affairs she could imagine.

Cranston pulled his cock halfway out of her and thrust it back in. Then he held it inside her
again. He moved his hips from side to side so that his cock distended the walls of her slick 
passageway.

Then he pulled out so that only the head of his cock was still inside her. He made a 
forceful plunge deep into her cunt and withdrew as soon as he was all the way into her.

Cranston set up a rhythmic series of strokes in and out of her cunt. As he made one 
plunge after the other, her pussy got more and more slippery. His cock rode more easily in 
and out her and he went faster and faster. Every thrust that he made pressed her buttocks 
against the carpeting.

"Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes," Carla moaned. "I really need you to fuck that thing... I really need 
it... FUCK THAT THING AS HARD AS YOU CAN!"

"That cock really likes being in that hole... That cunt makes my cock hot," Cranston said 
huskily.

"I want your cock to be hot... I want that thing to come up there."

Cranston pounded harder into her.

In and out. Out and In. Back and forth. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Harder and 
harder. Harder still!! Over and over again.

Carla felt the sensations mounting in her. Each time he rammed his cock into her, there 
was a new surge of pleasure throughout her body. The sensations were becoming more and 
more exquisite, and there were more of them They penetrated every cell of her body.

She was going higher and higher. Each heavy stroke that he made in her sent her closer to
the edge. Her body started to writhe beneath him as he rammed his cock into her time after 
time.

"Oh, God, that feels so good," Carla gasped. "I don't ever want you to stop doing it."

"That cock is getting hot in there," Cranston rasped. "That thing is really liking that cunt."

He pounded still harder into her. There was a strong stream of sensations from the head 
of his cock, and each new thrust that he made into her made his cock more sensitive.

Carla started to answer his thrusts with her hips. Every time that he rammed his cock in to 
the hilt, she arched herself into him. That made his cock penetrate even deeper.

Carla moaned with the pleasure he was giving her. She had the feeling that his cock was 
getting harder as it plumbed her depths. The thing was going in and out of her like a piston.

"God, it's so good that I can't stand it... I can't stand any more of it," Carla moaned.

"Do you want me to stop?" Cranston said as he pounded into her.

"NO... PI EASE DON'T STOP... DONT EVER STOP'" They were panting and gasping for 
breath as they got closer and closer to the precipice.

Carla started to buck her hips against him as he made one forceful thrust after the other 
into her. The pleasure of it was beginning to swell and gather inside her. She felt that she was 
about to be tossed headlong into a vast abyss that would totally consume her.

Cranston banged into her as hard as he could. The sound of their hips slapping against 
each other filled the room.. Time after time he ploughed into her. Her cunt was getting slicker 
and slicker as he rammed his cock into it. The friction lessened, and Cranston's sensations 
became even more exquisite.

Carla felt her entire being centered in her loins. There was no other part of her body that 
mattered to her. It was as if every other part of her depended on her wet hole for its existence.
The sensations were becoming more and more intense.

Then all of the sensations gathered force within her, and Carla felt herself soar over the 
top. Every nerve ending in her body fired. There was a flash of blinding light that seared 
through her brain. Carla let out an incomprehensible shout and let the orgasm take her.

There was a spasm in her pussy and a shudder raced up her torso. Then there was a quick 
series of spasms which were followed by more shudders. She let out one gasp after the other.

As soon as the delirium of the first orgasm subsided, another one burst upon her. There 
were more convulsions in her cunt, and she arched her hips into Cranston's thrusting cock.

* * *

As the orgasm held her, her body began to quake. She trembled and shook as the 
overwhelming sensations faded. Carla thought that she couldn't take any more, but his cock 
was still pounding into her.

Then another orgasm hit her. This time, the spasms in her pussy were stronger, and she 
cried out with the pleasure that she was experiencing. There was another blinding flash in her 
brain. Her entire body went rigid, and her shaking became even more violent.

Then the orgasms burst on her one after the other. Each one of them made the one that 
followed it more intense. She was taken away by the absolute and total pleasure of it.

Then all the orgasms gathered force within her. Cranston's cock was still hammering away 
wildly in her, and she thought that she would never be able to recover from what she was 
feeling.

Carla was floated away to a far place. It was like she was an island surrounded by a raging 
sea of pleasure. The sensations were ripping through her body at a rate she couldn't 
comprehend.

Then Cranston started to groan and gasp. "It's almost there... It's going to come." he 
panted as he drove into her time after time. Then he sailed past the point of no return.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, YES!" Carla gasped as another orgasm thundered through 
her.

Her cunt was in a constant series of strong spasms by that point. Each orgasm that she 
experienced was more intense than the one before it. And each one made the one that 
followed that much better. She was lost to time and space, to reality, even to her own 
existence.

"There it is," Cranston gasped. "There it is... THERE IT IS... THERE IT IS!"

She heard it from a far distance, and the words barely penetrated the sound of her blood 
rushing through her ears. Carla had the feeling that she was lost in an infinity of pleasure.

As he made a few last strokes into her, Carla hit a shattering peak that took her breath 
away. It rolled in heavy waves across her body and rocketed her to her passion's farthest 
shore.

Then, as the first strong spurt scalded up the tube on the underside of his cock, Cranston 
sank his stiff prick into her and shot wad after hot wad of creamy white jism into her pulsating 
pussy.

EPILOGUE

The first week in July, Carla Brewster's son and daughter joined her at Cranston Harding's 
villa not far from Cap d'Antibbes. Carla was overjoyed to see them and know that they were 
safe at last. But she was concerned about their silence as they drove to the villa from the 
airport at Nice. She knew that something must have happened to them.

Carla, Cranston, Cynthia and Tommy had dinner on the terrace overlooking the pool that 
evening. The Mediterranean Sea glittered in the distance, and the rolling hills of Provence take
on a deeper shading as the sun set. It was a view Carla thought she'd never tire of.

"Now I hope that the two of you will be a little more communicative than you were this 
afternoon in the car," Carla said once the servants were finished serving the main course.

Tommy exchanged a glance with Cynthia. "I'll do my best, Mother," he said, "but I can't 
give you any promise... It was really rough for both of us."

"I can imagine that, dear, and I hated to leave you, but I had to preserve my own sanity... I 
hope you do understand that... I avoided it for months, but then I had to."

"I understand, Mother," Tommy said. "We both do... I don't know how you were able to 
stand it for so long... But it got even worse after you left... We had to escape from that 
housekeeper he hired to watch us in order to make it, but we were determined to get out of 
there."

"It was horrible," Cynthia said. "I can't tell you how horrible it was... The things he was 
doing just got to be ridiculous toward the end... And they were degrading as well."

Carla watched a flush rise in her daughter's face and gave Cranston a worried look.

"Well, the important thing is that it's finally over," Cranston said soothingly.

"Cynthia, you've got to tell me exactly what he did to you... I know it might embarrass you, 
but I can assure you that there isn't much that Cranston hasn't heard... And he's very 
sympathetic," Carla said.

"First of all, he did everything he could to stop us from doing anything except going to 
school... I think he was taking his anger over you getting away out on us," Tommy said. "It got 
to the point that we'd have to sneak out of the house to see our friends."

"And he never wanted me to spend the night with a girlfriend," Cynthia added. "I had to 
tell him that I was going to tell someone about what he was doing... Then he'd let me go."

"And believe me, Mother, she spent as much time away from that house as she could," 
Tommy said. "Aid I certainly didn't blame her... It was depraved, what he did."

Carla looked at Cranston again. He was paying close attention to both of them, and it was 
obvious from the look in his eyes that he was very concerned about them.

"I can't even talk about it it was so terrible... You tell them, Tommy," Cynthia said. A tear 
rolled down the side of her face when she finished.

"Please try not to cry, dear," Carla said. "I know it's hard, but it just makes things more 
difficult, and remember what Cranston said... It really is all over now."

"I don't know any other way to put this, Mother," Tommy began. "Well, his determination 
to make me a 'real man' got even stronger... He took to showing me what a 'real man' does 
with a girl... And he did it with Cynthia while I watched... I hated it, but there was nothing I 
could do."

"This is an OUTRAGE!" Carla gasped when she heard what her son said.

"Now, now, dear, let's hear them out," Cranston Harding said evenly.

"It happened at least twice a week, and toward the end it was three or four times a week... 
And he was starting to hint around that I should do it too... To learn what it felt like," Tommy 
continued. "I think that we escaped just in time to avoid that... But what happened was bad 
enough... Poor Cynthia felt degraded and humiliated by the whole thing."

"I certainly don't blame you, dear," Carla said. "This is outrageous, all of it."

"But that's not the worst part," Tommy said. "And Cynthia doesn't even know about this... I 
didn't think that I'd ever tell anyone, but now I actually want to."

"I don't know what could be worse than he did to Cynthia," Carla interjected. "The man's 
an animal."

"Well, I should say that it was worse for me," Tommy continued. "When Cynthia was away 
over a weekend or something, he'd do what he did to her to me... He kept telling me that I 
needed the 'spunk' of a real man in me so that it could change me into a real, red-blooded 
American teenager... And he made sure that I took it everyplace possible... One time he even 
rubbed it into my... ah... my genitals and told me that once it penetrated my testicles, I'd 
definitely be cured... It never worked, but he kept saying that I needed more."

"Now that's ghastly!" Carla said vehemently. "I ought to have him arrested!"

"Now hold your temper, Carla," Cranston said. "There isn't much we can do about it from 
here... And what's done is done... We can't undo any of it... They're safe now, and if there's any 
psychological damage, we'll see that they get the best therapists."

"I suppose you're right, Cranston. But I can't help but be upset by this kind of news... He's 
truly taken leave of his senses. He simply isn't rational any more."

"I don't think that he's been rational for some time," Cranston Harding said.

"Tell them about the dog, Tommy, tell them about that," Cynthia said.

"The DOG?!" Carla burst out.

"Yes, one weekend when poor Cynthia couldn't get away, he was taking care of the 
Peterson's German Shepherd... He brought the thing over to our house and had it have sex 
with her to show me that even dumb animals know what girls are for... It was really ridiculous...
He seemed to have the idea that I'd be humiliated by the fact that a dog would know what to 
do and do it while I just wasn't interested in doing it."

"There's no limit to what that man will do!" Carla exclaimed.

"And he kept telling us that we'd never get away," Tommy continued. "He said that we'd 
be with him until we were at least eighteen or maybe older than that. He said there was no 
way a 'slut bitch whore' was going to take us away from him... Needless to say, we were 
getting pretty depressed until the messenger came with the airline tickets and our passports... 
We knew it would come to an end then, so that made it bearable... You can guess that we 
really hid those in a safe place."

"Cranston, how did you manage all that... I'd forgotten all about the fact they'd need 
passports... I guess I thought children didn't need them or something."

"Where there's a will, there's a way, my dear... I'll tell you about it later."

"You aren't going to make us go back there, are you, Mother?" Cynthia asked, another tear
forming in her eye.

Carla looked at Cranston. There was an expression of grave concern on his face.

"No, I wouldn't hear of it," Cranston Harding said. "We'll figure out a way to keep you 
here... The lawyers will work something out... You'll see."

"Oh, thank you, Cranston," Carla bubbled. She threw her arms around him and kissed him 
on the cheek. "I can't tell you what this means to me... Now all we have to do is get that 
lunatic out of our lives."

"I think that can be arranged as well, but it might take a little time."

"I'll be willing to do just about anything I can," Carla said.

* * *

Carla Brewster was jangled out of sleep by the telephone ringing. She looked groggily at 
the clock in the bedroom, and its illuminated dial said fifteen minutes before five.

Then she heard Cranston Harding pick up the telephone and say, "Hello."

Then he handed her the telephone and switched on the lamp beside the bed. "It's for 
you... Didn't say who it was," Cranston told her.

"Hello," Carla said tentatively. She didn't know who could be calling her, but she had a 
sinking feeling that it might be Matt, and he was the last person she wanted to talk to.

"Hello, Carla, is that you? This Harry Denton from Matt's office... You remember me, don't 
you?"

"Yes," Carla said. "What's this about."

"I've got some rather bad news for you, Carla... Matt's committed suicide... They found him
hanged in the foyer of your house this morning."

"Well, I can't say that I'm terribly surprised... He hasn't been well for some time," Carla said.

"We need to know when you're coming back to make the arrangements," Harry Denton 
said.

Carla thought about it for a moment. "I don't know, Harry... I may not come back for the 
funeral... I'll have to think about it."

"Well... ah... Can you call me at the office today... It's midnight here and I'm a little tired," 
Harry Denton said.

"Yes, I'll call you during the day to let you know what I'm going to do," Carla told him.

They said good bye and she hung up the telephone. After she told Cranston Harding the 
news, Carla put her head down on her pillow and slept until ten the next morning. It was the 
first truly peaceful sleep she'd had in months. And as she sat on the terrace sipping coffee 
with Cranston, she knew that she wasn't going to leave the place.

The children can go back for the funeral, she thought, but she couldn't see any reason why
she had to go through with that social ritual when she didn't feel the least bit sad that he'd 
died. If there was anything to sign, they could send it to her, and she could handle everything 
else on the telephone.

Carla knew that she shouldn't feel it, but she couldn't ignore the fact that she was actually 
a bit glad that he'd died. And died by his own hand.

He didn't deserve anything better after the way he'd behaved. Carla saw it as a very 
suitable punishment for his sins.

It was very close to poetic justice.


THE END
