BH-7296  His Mother's Arms
[aka 'Illicit Love']
(Frank Anvic)


CHAPTER ONE 

Laura Norris staggered under the blow from her husband's fist. Her screams 
rent the night air as she fell against the kitchen stove, a tiny trickle of 
blood eking from her split lip. Jack "Red" Norris, her husband, was roaring 
drunk. His puffy lobster-red face was contorted with an insane rage. As 
Laura lay sprawled on the floor, her skirt apart, her pink panties visible 
beneath, Red roared at her, "Look at you, you slut! You're just a pig!" 

"Don't touch me again, Red, please," she pleaded, trying to scramble away 
from him. Red lurched and leaned against the kitchen table, his eyes glazed 
with drink. Laura's screams brought her two children running into the 
kitchen. Rena, their fifteen-year-old daughter, viewed the scene with 
horror, her mouth open, stifling a scream of her own. Val, fourteen, a thin, 
dark youth, followed and both of them ran to their mother, helping her to 
her feet. 

"Look at her," Red bellowed, "the goddamn slut. No food on the table, no 
thought about her husband. I oughta break her goddamned neck!" 

"Don't you dare touch my mother," screamed Rena. She was a redhead like her 
father and had a soft beauty that had just begun to bloom in the past six 
months. She helped her mother to her feet. Laura was a trim, handsome woman 
in her mid-thirties, shapely still, with a face that was remarkably unlined. 
She was trembling with fear and pain, holding her hand to her mouth. Her 
dark eyes and hair showed that she was Val's mother for they both resembled 
each other as did Rena and her father. 

Red swayed as though he were on a pitching deck on a rolling sea. He tried 
to get the room in focus. His son stood up then and clenched his fists, but 
kept silent. 

"What the hell is this? All of you against me, your own father?" 

"We won't have you hitting Mother," Val said. His dark eyes shone like 
agates struck by light. 

"Oh, look at this little shit," gurgled his father. "Well, get out of my 
goddamned way." At that, he lurched forward, trying to get another swing in 
at Laura. Rena pulled her mother out of his path and Val put up both of his 
arms to ward off the blow. His father's fist struck him on one forearm and 
Val gave way. He blinked back tears. 

"You want it, do you?" his father said. "You little pipsqueak!" 

"Dad, why don't you go sleep it off?" Val said, trying to get out of his 
father's way. He had seen such scenes before, but none this violent. His 
father had been drinking steadily for years and the past year with a 
heaviness that had frightened all of them. Dissatisfied with his job as a 
welder in an automotive shop, Red had taken it out on everyone around, his 
friends first, and then his family. Many nights Val had heard his parents 
quarreling and his mother weeping after his father had passed out, snoring. 
On some occasions his father had ripped out the phone, torn up furniture. 
But now he was striking directly at their mother. Val tried to stand tall 
and reason with his raging father. 

"Don't give me your crap, you little brat," his father said through 
thick-tongued speech. 

"I'm sick of that old bitch criticizing me all the time." 

"Go to sleep, Daddy," said Rena. 

Red lurched to look at her. "You too. You're all against me. Well, I'm 
getting the hell out. But first I'm going to teach this little bastard a 
lesson." 

"No, don't hit him," screamed Laura. 

But it was too late. Red drove in swinging on his son. Val tried to ward off 
the blows, but they came at him like sledgehammers. Rena and her mother 
stood helpless, screaming at the tops of their lungs while Red bored in, 
battering his son's arms aside. Val vainly strove to protect himself, but 
his father outweighed him and outfought him. After Red knocked down his 
arms, he struck him on the face, then knocked him down. Down, the boy tried 
to avoid the kicking feet of his father. 

"I'll fix your ass, you goddamned mama's boy," Red snarled, his rugged boots 
crashing into Val's flesh. Val screamed as the toe of one hit him full on 
the scrotum. He writhed in agony on the floor, doubled up in pain. 

"My God, Red, what've you done?" Laura shrieked when she saw her son in 
agony. 

"He got what's good for him, you bitch!" 

They all heard the honking then. It seemed to come from in front of the 
house. Red swayed and tried to sort out the sound. His son lay at his feet, 
groveling in pain. Red gave him another vicious kick at the genitals and 
turned away. He stumbled to his and Laura's bedroom and began throwing 
socks, shorts, and shirts into his battered old suitcase. He grabbed his 
shaving gear from the bathroom. As he came out of the room, the front door 
opened and a blowzy, over-painted woman came in. 

"You comin' or not, Red?" 

Laura and Rena came to the kitchen door. They looked across the room at the 
woman who had come for Red. 

"Yeah, I'm comin'. Don't get your ass in an uproar." He spat on the floor 
and gave his wife the finger. "I'm leavin', bitch. Ain't never comin' back." 

The woman at the door looked sheepish but she grabbed Red's arm and led him 
out. The door slammed behind them and Laura burst into tears. Rena held on 
to her mother, stunned by what had happened. It was several seconds before 
both of them realized that Val was still lying on the kitchen floor, moaning 
in pain. They turned, then, both of them at once, and went to the stricken 
boy. 

"Oh, Val," his mother said, kneeling over him, "did he hurt you bad?" 

"Yes. Yes he did. He kicked me in a bad place. Down here." 

His mother's eyes flew wide in horror and she began to weep again. "Come on, 
son," she said. "I'll take care of you. Can you walk?" 

"I-I think so." 

Rena and her mother helped him to his feet. They led him to the living room 
and sat him down on the couch. 

"There now, just don't move for a few moments. Rena, you better get ready 
for bed," her mother ordered. 

"Mom," said Rena, "does that mean Daddy isn't going to live here anymore?" 

"Yes, Rena," her mother sobbed. "It looks that way." 

"Good riddance," Val said through clenched teeth. 

"Perhaps," said Laura. "He-he used to be a good man. Lately-I-I don't know " 

"Now, now, Mom, don't cry," said Rena. "He's not worth it. Did you see that 
old creep he was with ? " 

Laura laughed, on the verge of hysteria. 

Rena began to laugh too. 

Val moaned. 

"Yes, I saw her," said Laura. "That helps take some of the hurt out of it." 

"She's not as pretty as you, Mom," said Rena. 

"Thank you, dear, now run. Get ready for bed." 

Rena hugged her mother and kissed her on the forehead. Laura turned to 
minister to Val. He lay half doubled up on the couch. 

"Where does it hurt?" she asked him. 

"All over, but mostly..." 

"I know. He kicked you in a terrible place." 

"Why, Mom, why?" 

"I don't know, Val. Too much drink. He wasn't in his right mind. He's run 
off with that floozy and I don't know why except that something's been 
eating at him for a long time. Drinking every day, all day long, at night. I 
just hope he finds what he's looking for." 

"I hate him," Val said grimly. 

His mother stroked his forehead soothingly. 

"No, honey, you don't hate him. You just hate what he's become." She leaned 
down and hugged her son, tears starting down her cheeks again. 

"He's no good, Mom." 

"Let's not talk about him anymore, Val. Get your pajamas on and come to my 
room. I'll see if I can't take some of the pain away. Do you want to stay 
with me tonight?" She looked at him searchingly. 

"Yeah. I guess so. I hurt all over, Mom." 

"I know. Hurry. I'll get the stuff ready." Laura got up then and went to the 
medicine cabinet. She shook a couple of aspirin out of a bottle and took a 
jar of Vaseline from the cabinet. She took them to her bedroom, then brought 
a glass of water from the kitchen. Wearily, she took off her clothes and 
selected a thin negligee with matching frilly shorts from the closet. She 
removed her makeup and was combing out her dark hair when Val appeared, 
dressed for bed. 

"Does it still hurt, hon?" 

"Yeah. He kicked me solid. I-it's swollen, I think." 

"Lie down. I'll say good night to Rena." Laura rose from the dresser and 
walked down the hall to Rena's room. She went over to her bed and kissed 
her. 

"Good night, hon. Don't think about what happened. Everything's for the 
best." 

"Yeah, I guess so. Good night, Mom." 

"Good night." 

Laura went back to her bedroom. Val was lying on her bed, in his pajamas. 
Her heart went out to him. He was so much like her, she thought. So unlike 
his father. She couldn't bear to see him suffering. She handed him the 
aspirin from "the bedside table and a glass of water. 

"Here, drink this first." Obediently, Val swallowed the pills and the water. 
"Pull down your pajamas and let me take a look," she said. 

Shyly, Val pulled his pajama bottoms down to his knees. His mother gasped. 
His scrotum was swollen three times its normal size. Already, on the insides 
of his calves, large red welts were visible and darkening. Tenderly, his 
mother spread his legs. She reached for the Vaseline and withdrew some 
tissue papers from ;the cardboard box. She blinked back tears. She dipped 
her finger into the petroleum jar and withdrew a chunk of the clear jelly. 
Carefully, she encased his sac in the thick grease as Val winced with pain. 

"I'm sorry, son. I know it hurts, but this will be good for it. Try to 
relax." She lifted his scrotum gingerly and gently rubbed the underside with 
Vaseline. It had been a time since she had seen her son's private parts. She 
was surprised at how they had developed. Despite the swollen bag, his penis 
was almost as large as his father's. A twinge shrank her loins momentarily 
as she thought of this. Memory made her mind wander and before she noticed 
what she was doing, she had massaged his limp penis into a semi-erection, 
coating it unnecessarily with a thin coat of Vaseline. 

"Does that hurt?" she asked. 

"No," Val said, in a husky, muffled voice from far off. He didn't want to 
tell her that it felt good, better than anything he had ever felt. His 
mother's slender assuaging hands on his penis were like angel's hands, soft, 
airy and exquisitely exciting in a strange forbidding way. A lazy warmth 
spread through his body, centered at his crotch where light curly pubic hair 
had begun to grow thickly around his scrotum and penis root. He didn't want 
her to stop, yet he was slightly embarrassed. 

"You're quite a man, Val," his mother said. "You're growing up fast." Her 
voice had that same strange distant quality that marked his own when he had 
tried to speak a moment before. She wiped her hands with the tissues and 
closed the lid on the Vaseline jar. Val's stiffness in his organ began to 
subside. He made no move to pull his pajamas back up. 

"Just stay that way for a while. Let the Vaseline soak in," his mother said. 
"Shall I turn out the light?" He nodded dumbly, his mind racing with 
thoughts that he had never allowed before. 

Laura turned out the light and crawled into bed beside her son. A street 
lamp bathed the room in a soft glow, outlining their twin figures. Her own 
aches were forgotten as she lay beside him. Her mouth was sore where Red had 
struck her, but the skin was only broken slightly and the bleeding had 
stopped. Her concern was for her son and she hoped that his father's cruel 
and vicious beating hadn't harmed him permanently. A wave of compassion 
spread over her at the thought that his budding manhood might be affected by 
such an unreasoning, meaningless drubbing. At that moment, her hatred for 
her husband assumed towering proportions while her love for her son kindled 
then drew into a steady constant flame like a cutting torch valved down to a 
thin steady burning. "Feel any better?" she asked in the semi-darkness. 

"A-a little," he said. 

"Try to sleep. I'll rub it in a little more." 

Val sighed deeply. That was what he wanted, but was afraid to ask. He wanted 
his mother's hand back down there again. He wanted her hand on his privates, 
fondling them, giving him that warm and contented feeling he had had a few 
moments before. 

Her hand reached out then and touched his leg. The hackles rose from the 
contact. Gradually, her hand moved over to his crotch and found his scrotum. 
She cradled the swollen sac in her hand and rubbed the petroleum deeper into 
the pliant folds of the skin, gently rubbing, rubbing. Despite herself, her 
hand moved impulsively up to the root of his penis, rubbing, rubbing, until 
the beginnings of tumescence warned her of what she was doing. 

Val kept silent, his thoughts racing. He knew what was happening and he 
didn't want it to stop. His body cried out for his mother to take the whole 
of his cock into her hand and squeeze it, pull on it, bring it to fullness. 
He wanted to grab her hand and place it around his cock and move it up and 
down until the cum spurted forth as it had when he masturbated, alone in bed 
or sitting on a stool in the bathroom. 

But her hand moved only slightly up from the root, kneading the bottom part 
of his penis only. Val's heart thumped loudly in his chest until he was 
certain she must be able to hear it. But she was silent, kneading, kneading, 
as though she Were asleep and didn't know what she was doing. His tumescence 
grew and he wanted to shout at her to do something for him, to give him the 
full pleasure of her hand. But he didn't dare. He was afraid of what was 
happening, and slightly ashamed. And yet he didn't want it to stop-ever. 

Laura held her breathing in, afraid it would betray her. Her emotions had 
risen up in her body like a sudden summer wind, strangling her. Desire 
flushed her body with a sodden warmth. In her own loins she could feel the 
twinge of sexual want as she carefully and slowly massaged that lower part 
of his stalk which was swelling in her hand so manfully, so desirably. But 
this was her son. Her son! She wanted to stop, but she couldn't. She was 
carried away by newfound emotions that she couldn't explain. She was swept 
up in a tide of forbidden desire that wouldn't let her stop this seemingly 
innocent, yet dangerous kneading. 

In a sudden inexplicable impulse, Laura's hand moved up the stalk and 
grasped her son's cock fully. It was as though she couldn't stand to know it 
was there, nearly fully erected. She had to feel it-to know. She grabbed its 
full-neses in her hand and squeezed for just a fleeting second. Its veins 
throbbed in her palm, its throbbing flesh filled her hand, for just that 
instant. Then, as suddenly as she had grasped it, she turned it loose as 
though her hand had been burned, as though to hold it a second longer would 
cause stigmata to appear in her palm! 

Val almost swooned with the ecstasy of it! His head dizzied with the 
giddiness of it and he could feel the blood rush to his swollen member, 
bringing it to a full erection. Oh, if only she would hold it forever! But 
her hand was there for only a brief flood of seconds and was as suddenly 
gone. He wanted her to take it and caress it, to feel its fullness for as 
long as she wished. His loins ached for her to complete him, to bring him to 
climax. But he knew, with a bright stab of intuition, that this wasn't to 
be. Her hand was gone and was now patting him on the thigh. 

"Go to sleep, Val," she whispered in the far-away dark. 

Quietly, he pulled his pajamas back up, covering his shame. He felt empty as 
his erection died, shrunk back to its weakened former self. He wanted to 
weep, but with the release of her hand the pain in his scrotum returned, 
dully now, a reminder of the terrible kicks from his father. He was suffused 
with an overwhelming love and affection for his mother, changed now, from 
what it had been before into something unfathomable, unknown, but growing in 
his mind like something grand, though shapeless, yet, growing even as his 
body finally relaxed and his eyelids grew heavy with the combination of 
fatigue and letdown. 

Laura listened for her son's heavy breathing, still holding her own back for 
fear she would let him know how her heart was racing. She had felt it! 
Actually held his young manhood in her hand for a moment! Her heart 
fluttered in her breast with an intense tachycardia. Excitement trembled the 
empty hand that had held him for that brief moment. It had felt so good, so 
right. He was a man, physically. A better man, perhaps, than his father. But 
to allow him to be a man with her, what was that? That couldn't be. Could 
it? Laura heaved a big sigh and turned to look at her son. 

He was sleeping. Next to her. In her bed. If she could but keep him there 
always! If something happened, then perhaps it was supposed to be, meant to 
be. But he was her son! Her heart rose up in her throat and threatened to 
burst through the flesh and the veins. If only she could quell the 
excitement that had built up inside her. She allowed her hand to reach 
between her legs and touch her nest. Dampness met her touch, the dampness 
that had seeped through her lips and onto the curled thick hairs of her 
vagina. Shameful! But she so wanted relief! What was she to do? She had no 
husband anymore. He had left her for another woman. She had only ... only, 
what? Val? Yes, Val. She had only her son. It was agony not to touch him, 
not to bring that fine young cock of his to life again and put it between 
her legs, let it enter her and find all the secret places where love waited 
in a hundred nooks. Oh, if she only dared! If only she had the bright strong 
courage to take him while she had him, to initiate him into the world of 
love as she wished it to be! If only ... if only... 

She did not go to sleep for a long time, but lay thinking, her body dully 
dying off from its rude desires of moments before. Val had turned in the bed 
and was lying on his side. His fly was open and his limp organ had tumbled 
out innocently, but beckoning to her like a morning flower that needed only 
a kiss to bring it to bloom, a touch of dew and a sprinkle of sunshine to 
awaken it to full blossom. Carefully, she reached over and took the head of 
his penis between her fingers. Gently, she stroked the smooth head where it 
peeked out from the circumcised foreskin and lay circling it like a monk's 
hood a half inch below. 

She moved down the bed where she could face it as she played. Val's heavy 
breathing reassured her. She took the tiny inert length of it in her hand 
then and an exquisite thrill shot from her trembling stomach clear to the 
hard tuber of clitoris in the channel of her cunt. She weighed it in her 
hand, then squeezed it, feeling it mash down then resiliently spring back a 
bit harder than it was before. 

His sleeping made it easier for her to do what she was doing. He could not 
know what thoughts she had in her mind! She moved her face closer to the bud 
that was his cock's head and she put her lips on it, no more than a 
feather's light brush. She pulled on the rubbery skin bringing the head to 
her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and took the head in her mouth. She 
laved it with her tongue, swabbing it with saliva, soaking it with the 
spittle that had sprung up in her mouth of a sudden. 

His cock grew hard and frightened her. What if he woke up! He might, now. 
But it looked so beautiful and so manly, so big. She allowed herself to 
stroke it as she had Red's so long ago when they still loved each other. Oh, 
it had been so long! She hadn't realized it. But sex had become a matter of 
release for her and a quick drunken fuck to her husband. That's not how it 
used to be. But she was just an object to him, had been for years. But here 
was Val, young and unspoiled, not knowing of the ways of the world. 

Afraid, she allowed herself one more kiss and a final stroke before she 
pushed his stiff organ back in his pajamas, tucking it back so it wouldn't 
fall out. But how she wanted it. How she wanted it inside her, pumping until 
the juices sprang forth and filled her womb! She clenched her fists and 
turned her back on her son. Then, a moment later, she reached down and 
pulled the covers over them both. 

It was unbearable, but she faced him under the covers and drew her body 
close to his. She put her arms around him, over his shoulder and pushed her 
cunt close to his own loins. She rubbed against his hardness and felt, after 
a while, the gush of oils inside her as the spasm of orgasm shook her body. 
But so unfulfilled, so unrequited! Her breasts ached for his touch, her womb 
cried out for him to fill her. Sobs shook her body, then, and in the dark, 
she was alone, terribly alone with her own secret filling her mind like a 
dark stranger. 

But, blessedly, Laura fell asleep finally, her eyes tight shut with the 
weight of the salt from her drying tears. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Laura let Val sleep late. She had felt his forehead when she got up and he 
was feverish. She and Rena had breakfast and she sent her off to school 
alone. She said she would stay home with Val and as soon as he was better 
she would look for a job. She had been saving here and there, by hook and by 
crook for the past few years and they had enough to get by on until she got 
a job. Rena had been sad to leave her mother, but Laura had insisted. "Life 
goes on, hon," she said. 

"But I want to stay home, too. What if Daddy comes back and ... and beats 
you up?" 

"He won't be back," Laura had said, her mouth grim. So Rena had gone and Val 
was still asleep. To keep herself from thinking, Laura rushed around the 
house, cleaning up, dusting, changing things around the way she wanted them. 
Now that she had no husband, she was anxious to remove all trace of him. She 
threw a lot of his old clothes in a Goodwill bag and dropped them off at the 
supermarket. Luckily, they had two cars and her old clunk still ran well 
enough. When she returned, Val was awake and she fixed him a good breakfast 
of eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, and tomato juice. 

"Did you sleep all right?" Laura asked him. 

"Yeah, fine. I don't feel so hot, though." 

"I know. That's why I want you to stay home today. Rest. How's the 
swelling?" 

He grinned sheepishly. 

"Still swollen, I'm afraid." 

"Well, we'll look at it after a while. You eat and then go back to bed. You 
want to stay in my bed?" 

"O-okay. Sure. Might as well." 

She breathed a sigh of relief. So everything was still all right. After 
breakfast, Val went back to bed, walking like a bowlegged man, gingerly. 
Laura didn't laugh, though. She bled for him, hated Red all the more for 
what he had done to her son. He might have ruined him for life, she told 
herself. She washed up the breakfast dishes and began reading the employment 
ads in the morning paper. She knew she could survive. She had gotten through 
the night, the terrible night, and the morning. Self-confidence took over 
and she felt wonderful. She saw several jobs that interested her. She had 
worked in a factory, assembling components for electronic machines, when she 
met Red. He had been a welder at the same company. That was so long ago. 

She saw several ads for factory girls, a girl to work in a bindery, selling 
jobs, waitress jobs (she shuddered!), secretary, which she couldn't do, and 
she checked off those she wanted to see in the morning. She called the 
bindery and made an appointment to see a Mr. Coby the next day and one of 
the factories near the bindery said they would see her at ll, after her 9 
o'clock bindery appointment. 

Rena came home from school and did her homework. Val's fever rose and Laura 
fed him soup and iced tea in bed, along with aspirin. 

"I'll rub you down with alcohol if your fever doesn't go down," she told 
him. "I think you'd better stay here again for the night, if that's all 
right." 

"Sure, Mom. Yeah, I think so," he said. He didn't feel well but it was a 
question of whether his fever was induced by his physical injuries or by a 
desire to stay with his mother. Even Laura wondered, but she was happy that 
this gave her an excuse to keep him in her bed. Rena got a phone call and 
asked if she could spend the night with a friend of hers. Gratefully, Laura 
consented and she and Val were alone in the house when it got dark. 

She took his temperature and it was a shade over 100 degrees. She put a cold 
towel on his forehead and prepared for bed. Val watched her as she 
undressed, his mind filled with the thoughts of adolescence that he had long 
carried. Since he was twelve or thirteen he had begun noticing girls, women, 
especially older women. Getting a hard-on from seeing their breasts slightly 
exposed in low-cut dresses or miniskirted legs. He had a rich fantasy life 
which was only assuaged by private masturbation. When he had had a 
particularly good day of "beaver shooting" or seeing a multitude of thighs 
and breasts, he would redisplay the image in his mind while he pounded off, 
feeling oddly guilty after the rich milky sperm shot out of his penis and 
into his hand. 

He had the same feeling now, watching his mother take off her clothes, not 
trying to hide herself. It was even more provocative to see her go to the 
dresser and pull out a filmy shortie nightgown and get into it. He could see 
her dark patch between her legs and her still firm breasts tossing jauntily 
as she moved. He tried to think away his erection, to concentrate on 
something else, but she held his attention until she went into the bathroom 
to brush her teeth. 

It was, he thought, almost as if she wanted him to see her naked, almost as 
though she wanted him to want her body. He had never thought about his 
mother in that way before, but after last night ... his thoughts were a 
tangle of half-realized dreams and incomplete surmises. It did no good to 
try and figure out what a person was thinking. But sometimes, he knew, girls 
did things with their bodies to make you excited. He knew this from the 
girls at school. They would let you get a glimpse of their panties under 
their miniskirts every once in a while and one girl didn't even wear any 
panties and was always showing everybody her snatch. Thoughts like that 
drove him crazy, but he had never connected them with his mother. She was 
someone apart from that world. But was she? Not anymore. She had looked upon 
his nakedness, had felt his cock and the thought made him giddy. But he 
didn't know how to react. What to do. What to say. It was best, he guessed, 
not to say anything, but just see what she would do. 

Laura brushed her teeth reflectively. She was glad that Rena had gone over 
to Linda's house for the evening. That made it much more intimate. But why 
should she think this way? Was she already thinking of her son as a lover? 
She shuddered and looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a brown-eyed, 
dark-haired woman, still pretty, dimples still there, sheltered by slight 
lines, a trim nose, and a good smile. A sensible woman, grown. 

But was she? She thought of Val in the next room, lying in her bed, and she 
wasn't so sure What would happen? Would she be carried away again ? She had 
taken liberties with him. Liberties that shocked her in the cold light of 
reality. But what mother didn't pride herself in her son's maturing into 
manhood? Was this the same? Perhaps not specifically, but much the same. She 
hadn't done anything, really, had she? Not really. But she had wanted to. 
And she still did. Her hand was trembling as she put away the toothbrush and 
rinsed out her mouth with Listerine. God help me, she thought. 

Val looked away when she came back into the bedroom. He was afraid his face 
would show her what he had been thinking. Laura tried to be light'and gay, 
her heart thumping erratically in her chest. "Tired, honey?" she asked. 
"Fever better?" 

"Yeah, kinda. I think it's okay." 

She turned off the overhead light and switched on the bed lamp. She had 
brought the Vaseline from the bathroom. Val's heart soared when he saw it. 

"I'll take a look at where your father kicked you, all right?" 

"Uh huh." 

"Want to pull down your pajamas, hon?" 

"Okay," he said eagerly. He pulled down his pants and his legs trembled, 
despite his trying to control them. 

Laura managed to act matter-of-fact about it, as though she were a nurse and 
this was commonplace to her. But when she saw his bareness, his limp organ 
sitting high atop his still-swollen scrotum, she very nearly lost her 
composure. 

"It's still swollen," she said. 

"I know. A little." 

"Does this help?" she asked, her voice quavering. 

"Uh, yes, it does. Makes it feel a lot better." 

His mother sat beside him on the bed, opened the petroleum jar and dipped 
her finger in and pulled out a large glob. Val tensed for the cold contact 
and his mother smiled. It would be cold at first, but after that... 

Again, she was very careful and very gentle with the lubricant. Val relaxed 
and let his mother spread the thick substance over the wrinkled flesh of his 
scrotum. The swelling had gone down considerably and there was just a trace 
of soreness, but Val needn't tell his mother that. Her hand on his sac was 
not as stimulating as it had been the night before, but perhaps she would go 
higher once again and bring him pleasure. But he was disappointed. His 
mother only put the Vaseline on his withered little bag and gave him a 
reassuring pat. 

"There, that should help a little," she said. 

"Thanks, Mom." 

"Shall I turn out the light?" 

"Yeah, I guess so." 

She reached over and turned out the lamp and Val turned away from her, angry 
without knowing exactly why. She had done what she was supposed to and he 
had no reason to quarrel with her about that. But he realized he had wanted 
more. After seeing her undress and parade around the room naked he felt, 
well, seduced, yet nothing had happened. This is really what made him angry. 
With himself, perhaps. Because this dream was something that just couldn't 
happen. A guy just didn't do anything with his own mother. Did he? Of course 
not. 

Laura sighed and tried to put her thoughts out of her mind. Seeing her son 
exposed that way had once again stirred coals that should have remained dead 
ashes. And he was lying next to her. Their coupling was separated by only a 
couple of pieces of thin cloth. He was so close and yet so far. She bit her 
lip, trying to put his naked organ out of her mind. But she could still see 
his bag and his penis, dormant, needing only a touch or two from her hand to 
bring them to life, a caress to make his manhood grow, ready to pierce her 
thighs with its hardness. 

Restless, she turned over again and looked at VaTs back. She wished she 
could see his face, know what was going on in his mind. The room was darker 
tonight because she had left the curtains pulled. Part of the light from the 
street came through the crack where they did not quite join and she could 
see him, despite the dark of the rest of the room. She yearned to reach over 
and pull his shoulders around, to smother him with her hot kisses and show 
him how terribly much she loved him and wanted him. It was agony, lying 
there like that, wanting him but not having the ultimate courage to force 
the issue. 

Still, she had that feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling akin to 
fear, but also of quick and lively anticipation. Last night she had taken 
liberties with him while he lay sleeping. Perhaps tonight she could go at 
least that far. Her loins burned and ached for him, her hands trembled to 
touch his private parts again, her head dizzied with the thoughts of what 
she really wanted to do. But she waited, holding back her breathing, 
pretending she was going to sleep. 

Val listened and thought that his mother had gone to sleep. He felt 
drowsiness overtake him and he wanted to escape from his erotic thoughts. He 
could still see his mother's bush between her trim desirable legs and her 
breasts bouncing saucily as she moved about the room. It was enough to bring 
him an unwanted erection. He wanted to get up and go to the bathroom and 
find relief, but he knew his mother would hear him. It was too quiet in the 
room. Too quiet in the house. But his prick was hard and, to his dismay, he 
wanted his mother very much. He turned over then and, in doing so, moved 
closer to his mother than he would have wished. She was facing him and his 
hard cock brushed against her leg. 

Her eyes opened and met his in the dark. They stared at each other, afraid 
to speak. He knew that she had felt his erection. His heart began pounding, 
his pulse beat increased and his erection stiffened. 

Slowly, Laura reached her hand down to Val's thighs. She reached into his 
pajamas and her hand closed around his swollen cock. "Oh, Val," she 
whispered. 

"Mom, oh, Mom, that feels so good," he said, almost weeping. 

She squeezed his cock reassuringly and he felt the blood pound in the 
stretched thin flesh. It felt so wonderful, so right! She mustn't stop! She 
mustn't stop now! 

"Oh, you're such a man," she whispered. She snuggled closer to him and moved 
her hand up and down around his cock. He felt as though he were going to 
ejaculate right then and there. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to 
spoil it. He knew he would be ashamed if that happened. But it was about to 
happen. He had to stave it off. He had to! 

His mother reached her arm under her son's shoulder and drew him close to 
her, her other hand still gently moving up and down his cock, feeling the 
loose flesh where his foreskin had fallen like a cowl around his head. She 
rubbed her thumb around the tip of his cock and over the thin slit hole. His 
precoital juices flowed forth and her own cunt twitched longingly when she 
felt the fluid seep out onto her thumb. 

"My sweet, sweet Val," she husked and put her lips on his. They kissed, 
lightly at first, and then slid her tongue inside. Val's heart leaped up 
into his throat. This was incredible! It was happening! His wildest dreams 
could not compare with the feeling this gave him. It was more erotic than 
anything that had ever happened to him before. He had kissed girls, frenched 
them too. But none of them had aroused him like this. With his own mother! 
He was giddy with the sensations that were swarming through him, giddy to 
the point of fainting. 

Laura's tongue laved her son's mouth with a vengeance. She found his tongue 
and tossed it up, sucked on it and moved it around, giving him the rhythm of 
sex as she moved it in and out like a penis into a vagina. Her breasts ached 
and the nipples hardened like nuggets. She was swept so away by her own 
passion that she didn't have time to think, much less the judgment factor 
that she may have wished for in more serene and sober moments. All she 
thought about was the blinding torrent of emotion that enveloped her as she 
kissed her son and stroked his throbbing organ. Excitement seemed to have 
burned out her brain, short-circuited all her inhibitions, washed out any 
normal senses. Sensation after sensation wracked her body, turning her 
thighs into a smoldering cauldron of desire. 

She sobbed and smothered her son in a welter of flaming kisses. That he 
responded so eagerly only drove her to further heights of fiery desire. His 
tongue soon began to match hers in frenzy, tangling her own tongue, touching 
tip to tip and laving underneath it so that her cunt filled and flowed with 
the gushing fluids from her eager well. She could not recall that she had 
ever in her life been so excited, so carried away with gratification of her 
innermost desires. It was as though she had suddenly reached the height of 
her powers as a woman, achieved the fullest potential as a lover, and with 
her own son, ironically enough. 

She knew that Val could not take much more of this. His rod throbbed in her 
hand with the force of unleashed power. And she so wanted him to put it 
between her legs, to drive it home to its full length. She pushed away, 
breaking the intense tonguing kiss. She was gasping from her passion and a 
lack of breath. 

"Wait," she whispered. "I don't want you to come. Not yet!" 

Val waited, his eyes gleaming like polished stones in the dark. He knew what 
she wanted. He wanted to consummate the foreplay, to put himself inside his 
mother and he didn't care about the consequences, didn't even consider what 
they might be. He knew nothing of Oedipus and his mother and wouldn't have 
cared if he had. All he wanted was to know his mother, to know her 
intimately, to press into her innermost secret passage and find completion 
there as a man. 

"Have you ever-ever done anything like this before?" she asked him, her 
voice wavering as though it were traveling many miles overland on a faint 
breeze. 

Val choked. "N-no," he quavered. 

Laura's stomach swirled in happiness. She was very tender with him then. She 
moved away slightly and lay flat on her back. She spread her legs wide and 
waved her hand in an indication that he should move atop her. "Come. Get on 
top of me," she husked. 

Clumsily, her son moved so that he was straddling her, his stiff organ 
hanging down like a scimitar about to strike. 

"Move closer to me," she said. 

Val didn't know what she meant, but he moved up her naked body, almost 
fainting from the heady musk of her. Her faint perfume filled his nostrils 
and he could detect the aroma from her cunt, the heavy darkness of love. 

Laura reached out and grasped his cock in her hand once again. Her other 
hand grasped him on one cheek of his buttocks and pressed downward. She 
guided his stiff prick to the mat of hair between her legs until the head of 
it touched the wiry nest. "There," she said. "Now put it in gently. Don't be 
afraid. I want you. Oh, I want you to!" 

Val swallowed and lowered his hips so that his cock touched her cunt lips. 
He very nearly lost his load right then, the blood swelling in his prick 
with a sudden rush of desire. 

"There," she whispered, "now go on, push on inside." 

The first touch of him on her cunt made her head spin. And as he pushed, 
past the portals, into the musky dampness of her pulsing pussy, she put her 
arms around him and held him close, their bodies touching from neck to toe. 
"That's it, my darling. You're doing wonderfully." 

He slid his cock in her lubricated passage, finding the warm world of a 
woman's most precious possession wrapped around him like a clutching sea 
anemone. He moaned as the pleasure of it coursed through his body. He was 
inside, he had entered his mother and she was enjoying herself! He was in 
ecstasy. His whole being seemed suddenly transformed. It was all beyond any 
imaginings he had ever had. His adolescent hopes had never encompassed 
anything nearing this. It was-it was indescribable and unexplainable, and he 
didn't care. He was inside her and he knew what to do. 

Laura gasped with the unexpected warm pleasure of his cock suddenly inside 
her, touching her clitoris. She came and the orgasm shook her body like a 
puppet dangling on a string. But Val couldn't know this! He had no way of 
knowing what extreme pleasure he was bringing to her. She held him tighter 
and delighted in the way his cock filled her. Yes, he was very much a man, 
in every sense of the word. 

Val didn't know what to do. He was inside and he hung there on the brink of 
orgasm, uncertain of what to do next. His mother sensed this and she began 
to push and pull on his buttocks to show him what he must do. 

"Fuck me, Val," she said, so low he could barely hear it. But the words sent 
an electric current through his body and he began the up and down motion 
that slid his cock in and out of his mother's cunt with a pleasure to them 
both that was almost unbearable. "Oh, yes, fuck me like that," she said, not 
bothering to whisper anymore. 

"Oh, my God, I am fucking you, Mother," he panted wondering at himself, at 
his boldness. 

Those words brought his mother to still another orgasm, this one even more 
breathtaking than the ones before. 

Val's cock was hitting her love button on every stroke and the orgasms came 
one upon another with a rapidity that left her weak and helpless. Val 
couldn't stand it anymore. He felt himself being moved by a force over which 
he had no control. Faster and faster went his cock, in and out of her cunt 
until he felt the onrush of his sperm from his swollen testes, and before he 
could pull his cock out of her, his seed splashed into the walls of her 
pussy and up into her womb. 

"Oh, my God," he whimpered, and his mother held him close in her arms, the 
tears beginning to stream down her face. "Oh, it was so good," he whined and 
she patted his head. 

"You were wonderful," she managed, still stroking his head. "Stay there for 
a moment." 

But already he could feel his cock going limp, the last of his sperm 
spurting out of it in ever-diminishing streams. She held onto him as long as 
she could and then his organ tumbled out, emaciated, flaccid, small. 

She stroked his back and he lay atop her for several moments regaining his 
breath. It felt so wonderful and so strange. It was all over and he couldn't 
recall now how wonderful it had been. In a way it was as though it had never 
happened. But it had, and his body knew it. It was suffused with a warm 
glow. He basked in the warmth of his mother's body and her breasts against 
his chest. He could feel his limp cock lying on her pussy like some 
shipwrecked being tossed up on a jungle beach. After a few minutes, Val slid 
slowly from his mother and lay beside her. She looked over at him and 
smiled. 

"Put your hand on me," she said. He put his hand on her leg. She put her 
hand on his limp cock and stroked it. "It was very beautiful," she said. " 
Very beautiful." 

Val didn't know what to say. He was still awestruck by everything that was 
happening. But with her hand on him, he again felt the stirrings of desire. 
He didn't think it was possible, from all that he had heard from other boys, 
but in a few moments the hardness began again. His mother's hand clasped 
around it and the stiffening increased. 

Then she suddenly slid down until her face was near his crotch. His mind 
raced. What was she going to do? His body cringed uncontrollably. Then he 
felt it. His mother put her lips on the head of his cock. It swelled into 
bloom at that strange touch. Then the head of it was gone, into his mother's 
mouth, and he almost ejaculated again. But the seed was not yet regenerated 
and only a dull far-off pain coursed through his organ. 

"I want you again," she said when she took his cock out of her mouth and 
slid back up beside him. "Can you?" 

"I think so-uh huh." He climbed back on top of her and this time she didn't 
have to tell him what to do. He inserted his cock into her and it was easier 
this time. She was so wet, so full of his and her love that he slid in like 
a hot knife through butter. His mother gasped as he struck home. He pumped 
up and down, in and out of her for a long time. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, Val," she choked, her body a torment of raging passions. 

When he finally came again, it was better than before. He slammed his cock 
in all the way and delighted in this expression of his newfound manhood. He 
felt the sperm shoot out of the head of his cock and into his mother's womb. 
He screamed a series of unintelligible vowel sounds as orgasm drained him of 
every last bit of energy he had. 

"What a man you are!" his mother breathed. 

Val fell beside her, breath gone, his body tingling with the aftermath of 
their lovemaking. 

Night breathed down on them and, with sweat drying on their bodies, they 
fell asleep, naked and happy, sated to the brim. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Val was sheepish and embarrassed when he awoke the next morning, halfway 
dreading to see his mother. But he needn't have worried, for she was already 
gone. He read the note on the bedside table, with noticeable relief. 

Son-I had to go into town early. If you feel like it, you should go to 
school. Your cereal's on the table. See you tonight. Love, Mom. 

He tried to read between the lines, but he couldn't attach any more to the 
note than what it actually said. But he began to pout anyway as he got out 
of bed and went to his own room. She could have awakened me, he thought. But 
then he thought that maybe she was just being nice to him. His tangled 
thinking got him nowhere and he decided to go to school. He felt fine. His 
scrotum was back to normal and the pain was almost all gone. 

He showered and ate his breakfast, glad to be alone. He felt strangely happy 
and the memory of the night before was vivid in his mind. Still he couldn't 
shake off the feeling that it didn't really happen. But when he walked back 
in his mother's bedroom he could smell the musk and he knew it had happened. 
As he went to school, he told himself that he wished it would happen again. 

Laura got home in the early afternoon, elated. She had taken the job at the 
bindery and could start immediately. She would collate, stack, help, and get 
a fair starting salary. It would keep them going. It would show Red Norris 
that she didn't need him. She almost laughed when she thought of her vagrant 
husband and his alcoholic girl friend. If he only knew who the real man of 
the house was, he would probably die of apoplexy! Served him right! 

She felt a tug at her heart when she went into her bedroom and saw the 
rumpled bed-sheets. The thought of what had happened brought a pang to her 
breasts. She made the bed, then took off her clothes and stood naked before 
her mirror. She felt ten years younger. She looked like she felt. She hummed 
to herself as she smiled at her reflection, then went into the bathroom and 
showered. 

Rena came home from school at the same time Val did. She thought he looked 
sullen and mean, but he was only preoccupied. They both greeted their mother 
and she made light of her new job until Rena threw her arms around her 
mother's neck and exclaimed how happy she was. "Just the three of us, Mom," 
she said. "It'll be great! Yes. We can make it now," she beamed, winking at 
Val. He blushed and then smiled, too. 

That made Laura smile in return. "Everything's going to be just fine," she 
said and hurried off to make a celebration supper for the three of them. 

Finally, Laura was alone with her son. Rena was in the next room, watching 
TV while Laura finished the dishes. "You look fine, Val," she said. "Are you 
all right? I mean...." 

"I'm fine, Mom. It doesn't hurt. The swelling's gone away." 

"Good." 

His heart sank like a stone. ' 

But she was not going to let it go at that. Excitement trembled in her 
breasts and tummy. She looked at him, her lips wet, as she dried the last 
dish. "Do you-do you want to stay with me again?" His heart soared like a 
hawk. "Yes-sure," he replied, somewhat awkwardly. Laura's smile grew wide. 
"Go to your own room. Wait until Rena goes to sleep, then come in. Okay?" 
She hated herself for being so much like a conspirator with her own son. She 
hated to do this to Rena. But desire for her son swept away all obstacles. 

Val nodded that he understood and went into the living room to join Rena in 
front of the black and white television set. He couldn't concentrate, but he 
wanted to give the appearance that he was. His mind was somewhere else-in 
his mother's bedroom. 

After kissing Rena good night, Laura changed into a shortie nightgown, but 
this time she didn't even go through the pretense of putting on the panties. 
The nightgown fell just below her thatch. She sprayed a wisp of cologne on 
her neck and dabbed her wrists after she finished combing out her 
shoulder-length hair. 

The minutes dragged by agonizingly. She could hear Rena taking a shower and 
attending to her various night-time ablutions. Then she could hear Val do 
the same while she tried to hold down the heavy sound of her own breathing. 
It seemed an eternity before she saw lights go out, leaving the hallway 
leading to her own room in darkness. But it was even longer still before she 
saw his stealthy shape in the doorway. It was then that her breasts rose and 
she could feel a sharp pang in the nipples. "Val?" she whispered. 

"Yes," he answered and weaved his way toward her in the dark. 

"Shut the door," she said, and he turned back. He closed it quietly and 
stood there for several seconds, his own heart pounding. 

"Is Rena asleep?" she asked when he came to the side of her bed. 

"I think so," he said. 

"Get into bed." 

He slid in next to her and they waited, side by side. The wait was awkward 
for both of them. 

"Are you tired?" she asked. "No. I feel good." 

She reached for his hand. He was wearing his pajamas. She found his hand and 
brought it to her face. "That feels good, Val." 

He felt his cock harden. Just a touch, but it excited him so that his member 
began to swell without any conscious effort on his part. 

"Do you want me again?" she asked. 

"Yes," he croaked. He didn't want to talk or to think about it. He knew she 
was there and he knew why he was there. In the filtered light he could see 
her legs and her shortie nightgown. He wondered if she had the panties on. 
She still held his hand to her cheek. 

"Turn on your side," she told him. 

He turned and his left hand was free. It burned him and he couldn't 
understand that. It felt hot and he didn't know what to do with it. It just 
hovered there with no place to go. 

His mother looked at him and smiled. "Touch me," she said. 

He put his hand on her tummy. The feel of the soft diaphanous negligee was 
exciting too. His cock became even more turgid, stretching out his pajamas 
at the crotch. 

"Lower," she whispered, her face quite close to his. 

He moved his hand down and felt the ruffle at the hem of the shortie. Still 
lower, he touched the wiry hairs of her cunt. His pecker took a leap in his 
pajamas. She wasn't wearing any panties. His hand found her cunt flesh and 
he touched the lips lightly. 

His mother spread her legs wide and she kissed Val on the lips. She released 
the hand she had held to her cheek and groped for his crotch. She felt the 
hard shaft and the wet spot where he had leaked his pre-coital juices. Her 
stomach contracted with a sharp surge of desire. She unsnapped his bottoms 
and pulled them down past his heavy equipment. His hand on her cunt made her 
juices race inside. "You're ready," she said. 

"Uh huh," he gasped. 

"Put your finger inside me," she instructed. 

Val slid his finger along her slit until he found the hole and pushed it 
inside. Her hand closed around his shaft and gave it a reassuring squeeze. 

"Mmmmm, nice," she said, delighting in the wickedness she felt about it. It 
was as though she had her son completely in her power. She had but to touch 
him and he would do her bidding. It was so. Val was captivated by her and 
heady from her attentions. He was in her power and he wanted to be. 

His finger inside her love tunnel was something new to Val. He could hardly 
believe he was doing what he was doing. He could feel the many-folded flesh, 
the warmth and oddly pneumatic resilience of her insides. But then he 
discovered something else-a hard thin protuberance. He discovered it because 
when he touched it his mother jerked as though electrocuted and moaned. "Did 
I hurt you?" he asked. 

"No, you touched something. Something wonderful." 

"What was it?" 

"Do it again. Find it," she said desperately. "It's the thing that makes a 
woman excited. The little man in the boat." 

He didn't know what she meant, but he touched it again and she squeezed his 
cock when he did and moaned once more. He had touched her clitoris and now 
that he knew where it was, he rubbed his finger back and forth over it, 
feeling it harden, feeling his mother's juices flow even more thickly. Her 
body began to writhe and she relinquished her hold on his cock. She moaned 
and moved from side to side. 

"Oh my God, Val," she said finally, "you're making me come. Oh, I'm coming. 
Right now." 

He was mystified, but elated. So he had done it. He had seen how to do it 
and what effect it had on a woman. He was very proud of himself. His finger 
was immersed in the fresh gushing that her orgasm had brought and he was 
beginning to understand the workings of love. He thought he was close to 
knowing what happened with a woman when she felt the same way a man did as 
he ejaculated. It was thrilling to know this thing. 

His mother took him in her arms then and held him very tightly for several 
moments. "You're marvelous," she told him. "Now I want to do what I did a 
little bit last night. To make you very happy. Don't say anything. Just let 
me do it, okay ? " 

"Okay," he husked, his heart racing. He wondered what it was that she was 
going to do. 

Laura rose up in the bed and pulled down his pajama bottoms. She unbuttoned 
his tops and took them off until he was completely naked. She kicked the 
covers away from them and pulled off her shortie over her shoulders. Val 
felt a tug as he saw his mother nude and on her knees above him. 

"Just lie on your back and let me do the rest," she said. Then she bent down 
and kissed his stomach. His cock flew up, rigidly pointing north. She moved 
her tongue down his belly, causing his short hairs to rise like stalks of 
wheat in a light wind. Seeing his mother doubled up and kissing him that 
way, he thought how young she looked. like a girl. Her skin was smooth and 
tight on her bones. Her hair hid her face, but he could feel her tongue 
moving lower and lower until it was laving him on the soft skin around his 
pubic area. 

His very scalp tingled with the sensations her tongue was bringing him. Then 
her hand was clasping his cock, gently enclosing it in her palm. In a 
twinkling she moved her mouth away from his crotch and onto his cock's head. 
He thought he was going to shoot right then! He moaned and an electric 
sensation arched his back involuntarily. She had his cock in her mouth! He 
could scarcely believe it! 

Laura licked and swabbed his penis head as though she were working at an ice 
cream cone. She licked around the mushroom flare of it as she had the other 
night when he was asleep. She ran her rough tongue up the slopes and 
underneath the umbrella, then back up to poke the slit mouth of it. She 
could feel her son's hips gyrating gently as her tongue did its 
perambulations. 

"I love to do this to you," she said, catching her breath. 

"Oh, God, it feels good," he choked. 

"I knew you'd like me to do it again," she said. "Relax, now. Try not to 
come yet." And she was back onto him, taking his entire cock's head into her 
mouth and enveloping it in saliva. Her tongue moved out like a viper's, 
nicking along the dome of it. Her mouth was warm around it and he thought it 
was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to him. He knew his 
mother must love him very much to do such a thing. It was the most beautiful 
thing he could think of that a woman could do to a man. And he knew he was a 
man, now. His mother had made him one and this made him very happy. 

Soon she was swallowing almost the entire length of his cock. She was going 
up and down on it and when he looked down at his crotch he could see the 
swollen organ disappearing into her mouth. He could feel her teeth, like 
cushioned razor edges, barely touching the taut skin. It seemed to him as 
though she was swallowing all of it, that it was going down her throat, as 
indeed it was, every few strokes. He watched his mother in fascination as 
she swallowed his cock and made it warm and wet and wild with pulsations. 

The taste of his pre-coital fluid seeping out from the peephole was lemony 
bitter, and it too excited her. She felt, in her deepest heart sense, that 
she was gaining back something of herself, something of her that was in her 
son. To love him like this was the most satisfying experience of her life. 
It was as though she now owned him fully, whereas before she only 
contributed to: his being. By loving him in this way, she felt that a circle 
had been completed, a life given was given back. It was strange to think of 
it in this way, but it was better than thinking of it in the terms of 
incest, which was as taboo as anything she knew. 

Drawing his cock in and out of her mouth drove her to complete him. Her own 
pussy was pulsating with pleasure and while she ached to have him fill it 
with his swollen cock, she wanted to feel his come shoot into her mouth, to 
suck every drop of life from him if she could. She increased her rhythm, 
bobbing up and down on his crotch while his cock throbbed in and out of her 
sucking mouth. Val felt the change in his mother and could no longer hold 
back the sperm that had been threatening to break out of his seminal 
vesicles. 

He could feel it coming up and he wanted to warn his mother, to shout at her 
to stop before his jism shot into her mouth. But he couldn't. It was too 
overwhelming for him to say a word. As she sucked and drew on him he just 
increased his own movements and soon he had his legs up, his knees locked on 
to her head. 

She could feel it too. She knew she was going to bring her son to orgasm. 
She wanted to, very, very much. She nearly choked as she took his cock down 
into her throat even deeper. She moved like a trip hammer, faster and 
faster, until Val began fucking her with his body, driving his cock into her 
mouth and down her throat as though he were between her legs and deep inside 
her pussy. She took it all and she sucked so tightly that her teeth, no 
longer sheathed by her lips because of her passion, raked on his flesh like 
a fork. But Val didn't care and she was unaware of it. He was coming, his 
seed was shooting up the channels, and orgasm brought a shudder to him. 

He was aware of jamming his cock deeper into her throat. She choked, but he 
didn't stop. 

It was too delicious. Then the sperm shot out of his cock like an exploding 
milk carton. He thought his mother would immediately spit him out, but she 
only gripped his organ the harder. She took all he had and sucked the rest 
out bit by bit. Val was amazed. The head of his cock was tender and he 
winced when her tongue caressed it 

But he was happy, and so was she. She looked up, finally, and her face was 
full of love for him. "Did you like that?" she said. 

"I can't tell you how much," he husked. 

"You were very sweet. I enjoyed doing that." 

She brought her body up beside him, her hand played with his limp cock. 

They were silent for several moments. 

Val's mind spun with disconnected thoughts. He had thought that lovemaking 
was simple. But it wasn't. It was composed of many things and they could be 
described but barely. What more could there be? His mother had sucked him 
off and he had shot his cum into her mouth and down into her throat. What 
had she done with it? She had swallowed it. He mentally shook his head. That 
was the ultimate. He loved her very much for that. If he never loved her for 
anything else, he would love her for that. He didn't know what to say. He 
hardly knew what to think. 

Laura was caught up in the mystery of her accomplishment as well. She hadn't 
thought, at first, that she would go that far. She had intended merely to 
make him excited, to show him how much she loved him and then take his cock 
inside her in the usual manner. But she had been overcome by a tenderness 
that she hadn't known she possessed and when she felt his own excitement, 
generated by her oral loving, she had decided to go ahead and love him all 
the way, take his sperm in her mouth and her body. And now, lying beside her 
son, whom she knew was happy, she was glad. 

She couldn't know what he was thinking, but she knew, in her mind, that he 
was overcome by the experience. The fact that he didn't say anything told 
her that he was pleased, that his body was happy and singing like her heart. 

So both of them basked in this singing for a while and felt each other's 
nearness and delighted in the night that was around them in the room where 
they had made love. Val was not tired and Laura was still unsatisfied 
completely, though happy. She still retained a longing in her loins that Val 
must assuage. He knew it, but by now, he also knew that he had to wait for 
his body to replenish itself, for his manhood's vessel to fill again with 
its seeds. And so they waited, content, both of them, their thoughts 
drifting lazy like clouds over a warm summer hill at dusk. 

Laura continued to fondle her son's genitals, idly, as though she were 
keeping in contact with the source of his power. Val enjoyed this, too. His 
mother's hand sent shivers of delight over his skin even though he was not 
able to think of lovemaking just then. She danced her fingers over his 
limpness and every once in a while squeezed him with a tenderness that was 
like the beginning of fire. 

It was not long before Val was ready again. His mother's manipulations had 
the desired effect. When she felt the stiffness beginning again, she gave 
his cock a healthy squeeze and leaned over and kissed him. The kiss, 
although not passionate at first, brought his erection up even more. 

"My, it didn't take you long, did it, Val." 

"No, I guess not." 

"You're quite a boy. No, not boy. You're my little man, Val." 

He didn't know what to say. But he felt very proud at that moment. His 
mother was smiling at him and her hand was on his manhood, rubbing up and 
down its turgid length. He felt every inch a man and was glad that she had 
recognized this and acknowledged it. 

"Yes, Val, you're not a boy anymore. You're my little man. I need you. 
You're all I have." She was on the verge of tears, so Val kissed her. Her 
tongue darted into his mouth and he responded with his own. 

Her hand was pulling on his cock and the juices were seeping out of the slit 
hole. He was just as excited as before when she had sucked him off. 

"I want you, Val," she breathed when she broke the kiss. "I want you to put 
that big guy inside me." 

He knew what she meant. Her words brought a tingle to him, and his cock 
jerked with the sensation. She gave him a squeeze and pulled him over on top 
of her. She spread her legs wide and he looked down at the patch that 
covered her cunt. He could see the flesh of her lips tauntingly peeking out 
through the hairs. The love slit was parted slightly, the pink of its inner 
flesh visible, inviting. He wanted to see it good up close before he put his 
meat inside. 

His mother pulled on his cock to keep it hard. She rubbed the precoital 
fluid around the head of it to lubricate it for its entrance. She wanted him 
so badly her tummy ached. Her pussy pulsed like a breathing animal, waiting. 

Val lowered himself, his shaft slightly curved, dipping to her slotted 
vagina. His mother reached out and gently guided his rammer right to the 
hole. He slid in her love tunnel easily and it closed around him with a damp 
warmth that shot thrills all through him. 

"Did it feel good to you?" she asked. 

"Oh, Mom, you know." 

"Yes, I know. It felt good to me too, Val." She held him in her arms as he 
sunk his cock all the way into her. She could feel its hardness fill her, 
touching all the spots that felt good, that warmed her. 

He drove on in, waited a moment as if to absorb all of the sensations that 
he felt, then picked up the beat. He socked his prick in and out of her sex 
cleft with an assurance that had just come to him. He went too fast at one 
point, however, and his cock slipped out of her tunnel and he became 
embarrassed. But his mother, who was excited at the way he had taken 
command, quickly reached out and grabbed his aimless missile and reinserted 
it in her slot. 

After that, Val worked more slowly. He didn't want to be mortified again by 
such a sloppy mistake. He looked down at his mother's breasts. It was still 
incredible to him that he was actually fucking his own mother, but the feel 
of his cock inside her love tunnel was real enough. She reached out and 
grabbed his buttocks in her hands and pushed him even deeper, into her cunt. 
He drove deep and felt his mother react. Her back arched and she up-thrust 
her pussy so that his cock was sucked in even deeper than before. 

Again, he picked up the rhythm. Faster and faster he fucked, tearing into 
his mother's cunt with a vengeance that startled them both. But he felt as 
though he wanted to be totally inside her, to be consumed by her, to become 
her flesh. His cock flashed in and out of her like an oiled piston, its 
gleaming wetness sleek, its swollen length jabbing her inflamed clitoris on 
every down stroke. 

"Oh, my God," his mother moaned as orgasm skyrocketed through her womb. "Oh, 
God, don't stop, Val, don't stop," she cried, tossing her head from side to 
side in the madness of ecstasy. 

Val kept it up, but he could feel the head of his cock become tender. The 
juices began to stir and foam up to race along the length of his organ. He 
fucked her faster and felt the juices start to shoot. 

"Oh, I'm coming so good, Val, so damn good," his mother moaned. 

And then his body became disconnected from his brain. His cock took over as 
the sperm shot up from his testes and splashed and spurted in the depths of 
her cunt. It was so good, so good, he kept saying to himself as his milk 
spurted inside his mother. 

She held him very tightly, squeezing him with all her strength. She felt his 
cock spurting in her and there were tears in her eyes. "You've made me so 
happy, Val," she whispered. 

"You've made me happy, too," he said, feeling his organ being pushed out of 
her now that its work was over. 

"My little man," she said. "My fine little man." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Val and his mother were full-fledged lovers now. Both of them accepted this 
after the heavy lovemaking they had just completed. The only problem that 
Laura foresaw was her daughter, Rena. She told Val that he would have to 
visit her only after Rena was asleep and that when they had loved each other 
all they could, he would have to return to his own room. 

"We'll both have to be very careful," she said. "Rena wouldn't understand 
and it would hurt her deeply." 

"I know," he said. 

Now that this was understood, his mother held him in her arms for a long 
time while he played with her breasts. He didn't want to leave her and go 
back to his own room, but after a while she whispered to him. 

"You'd better go now, lover. I have to get up early in the morning and I'm 
very tired." 

"Me too," he said, but he hated to go. He kissed her on the lips and they 
very nearly became excited enough to make love again. But he kept himself in 
check and got up, put on his pajamas. 

Laura gave a big sigh as soon as he had gone. The room seemed so empty 
without him. The bed seemed like a big lost land where only her body lay, 
full of him, yet without any of him except his lingering musk. She found 
herself wishing that Rena were not around to make them separate. She hated 
herself for thinking this way. It was almost as though she were wishing her 
own daughter were dead. 

But it bothered her. Rena was the fly in the ointment, the factor that could 
blow up the love affair that she had with her son. No longer did she feel 
any guilt about seducing him. Now that they were lovers, she cherished it. 
She wanted nothing to come between them and she resolved that she would see 
to it that nothing did. It would be difficult, with Rena around, but, she 
told herself, it could be managed. She slept very fitfully that night, 
awakening often to reach out in the dark for Val. In her dreams she took him 
again and again, and it was all she could do not to tiptoe down to his room 
and awaken him for more sex. 

Val felt like a pariah, having to leave his mother's room. That damned Rena. 
If it weren't for her being there he and his mother could sleep together all 
the time-all night. He didn't hate his sister but he wished she would stay 
at her girlfriend's house all the time. Now that he had learned what sex was 
really all about he was insatiable. He wanted to fuck his mother all the 
time, all night if he could. He knew there would be plenty of opportunity, 
but it was frustrating now to have to go back to his own bare room instead 
of staying where it was warm and sexy, where he could play with his mother's 
tits and her pussy, explore all of her body to his heart's content. Fuck 
Rena! She probably didn't even know how good and exciting sex was. She was 
so fucking dumb! 

But Val didn't have trouble sleeping. Once he lay down, he found he was very 
tired. He thought a few moments about his mother in her room lying there 
naked, her cunt wet and filled with his seed and it excited him. But sleep 
came, nevertheless and he spent the night dreaming in weary slumber. 

In the morning, Val dawdled so that Rena went off to school before he did. 
His mother didn't get up when they did, even though she was due to go to 
work that morning. But it was only a little after seven. Rena always liked 
to go to school early so she could stop by Linda's and shoot the shit. After 
she left, Val went to his mother's room and took off his clothes. He dressed 
so that Rena wouldn't get suspicious. His mother was still asleep, and he 
crawled in beside her, his cock already hardening. She had the shortie on 
but it was pulled way up to her waist and her pussy was a visible gash 
beneath the thin pubic hairs of her thatch. 

The secrecy of his entrance into her once-forbidden room was wickedly 
thrilling to Val. He knew he should awaken her but he wanted to study her 
naked body without her knowing it. His eyes went over every delicious inch 
of her, from her toes, up her slender legs, lingering over her nest and 
sex-cleft, up her flat tummy to her navel, to her saucy breasts with their 
nipples flat and sleeping, to her veined neck and fine-featured face framed 
by dark sleep-tousled hair. To love her this way was exciting and his 
stomach tingled with the knowledge that he was alone with her. He hoped she 
wouldn't be angry with him for coming back into her room. His hard-on was 
almost complete and he pushed it close to her leg, scrooched over so that it 
was waving near her exposed cunt. 

He wondered if he had the courage to mount her while she lay sleeping. He 
had a strong urge to climb over her and spread her legs gently and shove his 
cock into her before she was fully awake. But courage deserted him and 
instead he reached over and began to rub her slit gently with one finger. He 
parted the lips and looked at the pastel flesh, the loose skin that fell out 
from one side. He moved down and opened her slit wider and the pink showed, 
faintly moist, her hole beckoning to him. His cock throbbed as blood surged 
through it on impulses generated by the sight of her love tunnel. 

His mother stirred briefly, but made no sound. Emboldened by her deep sleep, 
Val opened her cunt wider so that the hole was more exposed. She moved her 
legs wider apart unconsciously and he had a good view. Carefully, he got up 
and straddled her, his cock hanging close to the cavern entrance. His body 
shook as he lowered himself to couple with her. His rod touched the top of 
her slit and he slid it down the crack to the hole. 

He moved his pecker, unable to slow its thrusting progress and it made 
contact with the flesh of her vagina. It was then that his mother awakened, 
her eyes fluttering open from their sleep-locked closure. 

"Oh, Val," she said and extended her arms to him. 

"I wanted you so much, Mother," he said guiltily. 

"I'm glad," she said, and he slid on inside her. 

Her mobile pussy tightened its grip on his organ. It brushed across her 
clitoris and sent a shudder through her body. Her juices rose up from 
dormancy and flooded her cavern, lubricating his shaft as it slid in and out 
of her. They were one now in their desire for each other. She held him 
tightly and his chest crushed her breasts beneath him. He was deep-stroking 
her, slowly as he had already learned to do and each pulse of his piston 
brought her exquisite delight. 

"It's so good, Val, so good," she breathed. 

He only grunted. His concentration was intense, both on what he was doing to 
his mother and on keeping himself from a premature orgasm. He was glad that 
he had come to her and glad that she had accepted his hunger. An early 
morning warmth coursed through his penis and throughout his entire body. He 
was aware of his swollen cock throbbing in and out of his mother's juicy 
pussy and delighted in every spasm that shook her, knowing that it was from 
this newfound organ of his that had such power, he was able to give so much 
pleasure to them both. 

It seemed to Val that he had been experienced in sex for a long time, 
instead of only a couple of days. Was it instinct, he wondered. He still 
felt the newness of it, but he also knew that he was doing things right. He 
was generating pleasure for himself and for his mother. It seemed natural to 
him, as natural as anything he had ever done. He found, this time, that he 
could control himself a great deal better. He was no longer the impetuous 
youth wildly ejaculating at the merest touch of a woman, but a knowledgeable 
man, capable of stroking in measured rhythm, holding back the onrush of 
orgasm and thereby driving his mother to heights of ecstasy. 

It was this fact that gave him the most pleasure. He could tell by looking 
at her face and watching her writhing body beneath him that he was 
performing some kind of wild miracle with his cock. Every time he slammed it 
home, her body would buckle as though he had touched a fire-hot poker to her 
flesh, her innards. And when he would pull his cock out slow, drawing it 
smoothly across her clitoris, she would gasp with the full pleasure of it. 

Her remarks bore out the fact. Her moans and tiny wheezes, her gurgles, her 
half sobs, all of these served to make him exult in his manhood, his 
sureness of his role as the dominant lover. Laura, it was true, needed this, 
more than he knew. She was a subservient woman, delighting in her sex and, 
in the case of Val's father, was attracted to the brutality of sex. Val was 
not yet at this point, but he satisfied his mother, made her buck and throb 
with his organ's steady driving. As his cock slid in and out of her she was 
brought time and again to the brink of madness, shaken and lifted by 
repeated orgasms. These were now recognizable by Val and he looked for them. 
In this way he learned the technique of sexual coupling. He watched her and 
he studied which strokes were best and what rhythm made his mother respond 
most. He watched and he learned. At the same time, he derived a 
gratification that he had never known before. 

Laura was most pleased with her son. But it went beyond simple pleasure, 
into the very fibers of her being. Val had done more than replace her errant 
husband. He had become something that she had never had before, something 
complete in itself. Complete and completing. With Red, she now knew, she had 
only part of life, and not a very satisfactory part at that. With Val, now, 
she had reached a level of pleasure and love that erased all previous sexual 
experience. She couldn't define the specifics of this feeling, but her body 
and mind reflected the absolute change. With Red she had been a vessel, an 
object. Now, Val was the center of her, something she revolved around. 

He was the atomic nucleus and she was the electron, sparked by him, charged 
by him and completely dependent on him. 

She didn't particularly want Val to know this yet, but her heart raced with 
the knowledge that she had him and that her life was changed. Any thoughts 
that she had before about whether or not she should do such things with her 
own son were eradicated by the pleasure he gave her. He had replaced 
something missing in her life, with a suddenness that bewildered her. But 
she couldn't deny that he had found a niche in her own dreams. Now, as she 
lay beneath him, she felt complete. Looking up at him, as he drove his cock 
into her with measured sureness, she had to watch herself lest she faint 
with the joy of it. She could see his concentration and she could feel that 
swollen cock of his sliding across her inflamed clit, electrifying her womb 
each time it slid through the love channel. 

If only he knew, she said to herself. If only he knew what he feels like 
inside me! She had lost track of the orgasms. The big ones were visible, but 
Val's cock had brought on so many tiny spasms that they were uncountable. 
When she bent her head up, she could look down at her body and see his cock 
sliding in and out of her pussy, slick as though it were polished and 
varnished to a high sheen. Seeing it and feeling it at the same time were 
twin pleasures that made her juices flood her tunnel again and again. 

She wanted to cry out to her son what he was doing to her inside. She wanted 
to shriek how his cock was causing skyrockets to burst inside her, dams to 
break, torrents of fire to run. She wanted to crawl inside his body so she 
could know how he felt. But she didn't need to. She could see that he had 
assumed the masterly role in the relationship. He was no longer the innocent 
being seduced, but was now the lover, taking her in her own bedroom, knifing 
her womb with his proud and swollen sword. This was what thrilled her, that 
Val had taken charge, that she didn't have to spend lonely nights sobbing 
while her husband, drunk and oblivious to her wants, was snoring in his 
stupor. Val would take care of her she knew, from now on. 

As Val neared the point of copulation where he knew he could no longer hold 
back his own orgasm, he lay flat on top of his mother. He put his arms 
around her and held her, kissed her on the lips. 

"Are you coming?" she whispered. 

"Yes, I think so," he said, and began fucking her faster. His cock made a 
sucking sound as it came nearly out of her. But he held the coupling and his 
rhythm increased. His mother held onto him more tightly, returned his 
passionate kisses. 

Then he could feel it coming, could feel the sap rise up in his stalk, the 
sperm gather force in his genitals and like racing steam flood through his 
turgid prick. He jammed his cock into his mother all the way as he felt 
orgasm overtake him, held it as far up in her as he could, the milky seed 
shot out of his cannon and splashed in all directions, spurting like a tiny 
fountain way up inside her. 

His mother managed to come just a split second after he did and the 
sensation almost caused her to pass out with the extreme ecstasy of it. Her 
fingernails raked his back and her body tingled as the tremors passed 
through her flesh. r 

"Oh, Val, that was the best ... the best ever...." 

He felt a twinge of jealousy. Then elation. That meant that he was better 
than his father. He didn't want to bring it up, but he was glad that she 
felt that way. Only he didn't want to think of his father. Especially he 
didn't want to think of his father doing this thing to his mother. He wanted 
to be the only one ... ever. Of course he knew that this was impossible or 
else he wouldn't have been born. But he was, he knew, terribly jealous of 
his father because of this. "Thank you, Mother," he said. "Thank you again. 
It was-the best thing that ever happened to me." 

"Me too," she said. She wanted to hold him in her arms forever. But she 
glanced over at the clock on the dresser and saw what time it was. She gave 
him a final squeeze, then, as his limp pecker fell out of her, she crawled 
from beneath him. "I must get ready, hon," she said. "I start work today, 
you know." 

He was disappointed, but he knew she was right. He sulked for only a moment, 
then brightened as he watched his mother walk across the room. 

"You want to take a shower with me?" she invited. 

He beamed. "Sure," he said. He bounded out of bed and they went into the 
bathroom together. His mother turned on the shower, and they went in 
together. Val was elated to have this further intimacy with his mother. She 
took a washcloth and soaped it good. 

"I'll wash you and you wash me," she said. Then a thought struck her and she 
almost collapsed. "My God, what about Rena?" she said, shocked. 

"Rena left. Don't worry, she thinks I went too." 

"Oh, thank goodness." Then she laughed and grabbed her son's organ in the 
washcloth, leaving it soapsudded. 

Val laughed too. "That tickles," he said. 

They had a ball together in the shower. She washed him all over, languishing 
affection on him, kissing him when he wasn't looking. He thrilled as he 
brought the washcloth between his mother's legs. The soap on her pubic hairs 
excited him, too. It looked like frothy sperm and it made him want her all 
over again. They traded the washcloth back and forth, delighting in washing 
each other's private parts more than the rest of those parts that needed 
washing. When he did his mother's back, he enjoyed that too. It was so 
smooth and wide, with good bones showing in the shoulders. Her rounded ass, 
when it was wet, looked sexually inviting. 

It was inevitable that they both would be aroused again. After fifteen 
minutes of cavorting in the warm water and the soap suds, both of them were 
eager for each other again. Val demonstrated his own feelings by waving his 
half-hard cock around like a flag. He giggled and did an impromptu frug that 
made his pecker sway like a dismasted bowsprit. 

With the water coming down on them, Laura suddenly went to her knees and 
took Val's cock in her mouth. 

"Jesus," he exclaimed, caught by surprise. 

She held his not fully hard cock in her hand and sucked on it. The wetness 
of it excited her and she felt her own juices start to flow again inside 
her. She stood up after a minute and held on to his cock, which by now was 
hard and slick, ready for ramming. 

"Put your finger in me, Val," she husked, her excitement almost 
uncontrollable. 

He put his hand on her wet pussy and extended his finger. He slipped it 
inside and his pecker jumped in her hand. 

There was something superbly thrilling about finger-fucking his mother in 
this way. He pushed his finger in and out of her cunt slowly, feeling the 
flesh respond to his probing. Her wet pubic hairs excited him as did her 
slick body with the shower water still drenching it. Her hand on his 
swelling cock made him fully renewed as though he had not taken her just 
moments before, but was starting fresh. 

"I want you to put it in me, here," his mother said. 

"Here? Standing up?" Val couldn't believe that it could be done. 

"Yes. You can do it. Hunch down and come up to me." 

She released his cock and partially squatted, her legs wide. Val looked at 
her dripping pussy. Water made it look like a Van Dyke beard at its lowest 
point. He came at her, his wand waving from side to side as he moved up. He 
was more excited now than he had ever been. He wasn't sure that this would 
work. He didn't know, then, how he was going to get his cock up inside her. 
It just didn't seem at all possible. 

He hunched down so that his cock was lower than her vagina. His mother still 
stood in the splashing water like a Hindu deity, legs wide, toes out. Her 
sex cleft was open to receive him. He stood up a little and his mother took 
him in her arms. Then she reached down with one hand and helped him insert 
his penis into her. Val thought he would ejaculate right then and there, 
because he could feel his wet cock going into her. 

"Now," she said, and Val began to push upward. He was delighted that his 
cock went in almost all the way. 

Slowly he began to hump his mother while standing up. He liked the feel of 
her wet breasts jiggling as he fucked her. He felt them and his mother 
ground down on his up-thrusting cock. He fucked her slowly because he was 
not fully confident of this new position and she cooperated with him by 
coming down with her pussy as he came up so that their coupling was highly 
satisfying to both of them. 

Val became even more excited, coupling with his mother in this way. The 
sight of her wet body right there and the feel of his swollen rod up inside 
her made him feel like some primitive animal who had discovered a bathing 
water nymph. What this form of sex lacked in intimacy, it more than made up 
for in excitement. Her wet skin gave him an intense joy, the water still 
running on both of them seemed to heighten the effect of the sex act. 

"You can't imagine how this feels," his mother said. 

"It feels good to me," he told her. "I know." 

She found that she could make his cock move inside her by coming down as he 
was coming up. She could make it touch the places that gave her the most 
pleasure. By keeping it high, it rubbed against her clitoris and made her 
love tunnel gush with new freshets. When he held his head at the entrance to 
her pussy, it tantalized her and she could come down on it, sending his cock 
straight up to her clit where an immediate shock of electricity tingled 
through her body. His enforced slowness, in fact, was a further source of 
pleasure to her. 

Val found that the running water helped to make him last. As he pulled his 
cock down and out of her, it would get wet and help him stay the orgasm that 
threatened to waste him before he had gone for very lung. The very 
awkwardness of their positions further served to hold him back, but did not 
lessen the gratification he felt in fucking his mother in this unique and 
exciting way. 

But he could not control the gradually increasing tempo of their lovemaking. 
His mother was extremely excited and he could feel her love cave filling up 
with gushing juices. He now longed to slam his cock all the way up to her 
womb as far as he could. He wanted her to jump up and impale herself on his 
peg. He wanted to throw her on the floor of the shower and fuck her until 
she screamed with pleasure. Of course, the shower was not big enough for 
this tactic, but the thought was there nevertheless, and it grew with each 
stroke of his manly torpedo. 

He could no longer stand it. The slowness was becoming too much for him. In 
an impetuous moment, he forced his mother out from under the cascading 
shower and into the corner away from the water. The shower still fell 
partially on his own back, but he was nearly oblivious to it. In the corner, 
he managed to get her up solid so that he could thrust and ram with more 
force. Her pursy seemed to delight in this new angle of attack. 

His mother crouched slightly and pooched out her cunt so that the upward 
curve of his cock gave them both a good connection. He was aware that he was 
exerting pressure on her shoulders to hold her up against the two sides of 
the shower stall. It was animal and exhilarating. He began to fuck her very 
fast, his member smashing smoothly in and out of her cleft cunt. He could 
feel her shudder with every stroke. Her mouth fell open slack and her breath 
came in hard gasps. "Val, that's so good," she managed to breathe. 

Her words exhorted him to a fuller frenzy and he pounded into her. His 
thighs slapped against hers with resounding smacks. He felt as though he 
could push farther up inside her than he had ever been before. Faster and 
faster he fucked, until her orgasms were coming with such a rapidity that 
she had no time to recover. He could not last long as he felt the now 
familiar tingling in the head of his hammer. He reached down and grabbed her 
buttocks with both hands and pulled them toward his humping cock. 

He drove hard and fast and felt his mother pliable in his grasp. He drove 
until his sperm stormed up the thin pipe and burst milky from its flesh 
vessel. He grew giddy with the awesome sensation that his coming brought. 
His head was light and his breath all but gone. He pumped a few more times 
as his sperm spurted more weakly. Finally, it was over and he was drained. 
He relaxed his hold on her buttocks and stepped back, his organ falling out, 
a dangling dying thing. 

But pleasure still suffused his body. His mother stood up then and took him 
in her arms. He relaxed in her embrace. She held him for several seconds, 
drenched with an overwhelming love for him. She kissed him on the forehead 
and then the lips, her body touching his, wet and satisfied. 

"That was the best yet, Val." 

"To me, too," he said. 

"You were just spectacular. What a man. And how you make love." 

Suddenly he felt that letdown that comes to a man after he has come to 
orgasm and finished his fertilization. He was anxious to clean up and get 
dressed. Sensing this, his mother released him from her embrace and stepped 
under the shower. 

"We'd better get a move on," she said. "We'll both be late." 

He nodded and gave her a filial kiss on the cheek. He stepped out of the 
shower first and found his father's towel still hanging in its spot. She 
followed and took her towel off the rack and smiled at him. It was right 
that he used his father's towel. She belonged to her son now and he had 
taken his father's place fully. She was proud of her accomplishment and her 
body still felt his cock inside, although it was not there. 

Val watched his mother dry off and thought how beautiful she looked. It made 
him swell with pride to think of his seed up inside her. He felt tall and 
strong. Only moments ago he had held her up against the wall and given her 
the best of himself. It was a heady feeling and he was walking on light air 
as he left her to put on his clothes. His heart had still not returned to 
normal. He was afraid to watch her dress because he knew that he could get 
excited again. He knew that he would want her and he was tired. 

He kissed her goodbye instead, and left for school. Outside he wondered if 
the neighbors could see him and if they did if they could guess what he and 
his mother had been doing. He walked very fast and left those thoughts 
behind. He didn't want to feel bad about what he had done, because it had 
been so good. He wanted to shout out loud how good he felt. 

But he knew, above all, that he must keep this a secret ... from everyone. 
And even that made him feel good. 

It was such a damned good secret. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The days hurried by like landscapes seen from a moving train, but they 
seemed interminable to Val. He couldn't stand to be away from his mother all 
day long and he had difficulty in concentrating on his school work. More 
than once he would catch himself daydreaming about her and wishing that he 
were with her. For the first several days, Val's insatiability was not a 
hardship on either him or his mother. But as the days wore on, it was soon 
apparent to Laura that her son wanted her night and day. She was eager at 
first, and looked forward to having him slip into her bedroom after Rena had 
gone to school in order to make love to her. They had fun making love to 
each other in the shower, on the bed in her room and once in his own bed 
when she had stolen in during the middle of the night. Laura thought that 
the newness would wear off and that he would go back to being a normal boy 
at her beck and call whenever she needed him to satisfy her desires. But 
this was not the case. More and more, it was she who was at his beck and 
call, as she began to realize. One morning, tired and stiff from overtime at 
the bindery, she had tried to put Val off until the evening, but he would 
have none of it. He insisted so strongly that she had to spread her legs for 
him even though her heart wasn't in it at first. 

Val seemed to sense that his mother's initial enthusiasm had rubbed off 
slightly, while his own seemed to soar out of control. At school he couldn't 
keep his eyes off the girls. A miniskirt rattled his mind into sharp 
fantasy. He could see himself lifting up the skirt and inserting his penis 
in the bushy hole. Everywhere he turned there seemed to be girls who looked 
ready to fuck, tantalizing him, ready for him. That they weren't as eager as 
he, only drove him deeper into wishful thinking. 

He remarked to a friend how fantastic it was at recess. "Sixteen hundred 
cunt on the hoof, man," he said, shaking his head. His friend only laughed, 
not getting the deeper point to it. Val had an almost perpetual hard-on at 
school. The distractions were many, for there were a lot of girls at school 
and there wasn't a one he wouldn't have liked to ball. The trouble was that 
he really didn't know how to go about it. Here he was, experienced at sex 
and eager for it, but he didn't have; the least idea of how to approach a 
chick and make the proposition Not without a hell of a lot of trouble. 

So Val sat at school and thought about his mother. And when he wasn't 
thinking about her, he was thinking about the chick two rows away whose 
panties were showing under her tight mini. Or, as time wore on, he began to 
think about his sister, Rena. 

Well, why not, he thought. Rena was accessible at least. She was sexy. 
Gradually, Rena began to take on more and more importance in his mind. 
Because she was accessible ... and wasn't. But his interest in his sister 
grew out of all proportion. He was sure that she wasn't aware that she gave 
him an erection almost all the times that he was near her. He carefully 
concealed his growing desire from his mother, but he began to find excuses 
to go to her room when she was dressing, or when he thought she was. He 
would cough and come into the bathroom when she was showering just to get a 
glimpse of her nudity. 

One night, he stole outside and looked in her window when he knew she was 
getting ready for bed. There was a tiny crack in her curtain so that he 
could get a glimpse of her as she took off her clothes. He was surprised at 
what he saw. His sister had a beautiful body and, as he noticed, she knew 
she did. This night, he watched her slowly take off her sweater and skirt on 
the edge of the bed, her shoes and socks, then finally her bra and panties. 
His erection filled his crotch, stretching his Levi's. 

To his surprise, Rena didn't get into her pajamas right away. But instead, 
she paraded about the room, fluffing her tits and prancing before the 
mirror. She assumed several "model's" poses and strutted back and forth 
between the bed and the dresser. Watching her, without her being aware of 
his scrutiny, gave Val a heady pleasurable sensation. He was breathing hard 
and his erection was straining at its confinement in his pants. Looking 
around him, to be sure that he, himself, wasn't being watched, he unbuttoned 
his Levi's. 

Reaching inside his pants, he worked his rigid cock out of his shorts and 
through his fly. Rena was still promenading about her bedroom, lights full 
on, oblivious to his lustful stares. He worked his hand up and down the 
length of his organ as he watched his sister. He could picture himself 
putting his swollen prick between her legs, penetrating that dark nest 
there, and bringing her to a delightful climax. He saw her lying on the bed, 
her legs spread, her sex cleft slightly open. He saw his cock push past her 
lips and into the steaming channel there to hotly throb in a back and forth 
motion. 

His hand on his cock matched the feeling that his mind-pictures gave him. He 
wanted, just then, to stop and go into her room and rape her. He wanted to 
force her to submit to him while he fucked her as he never fucked before. 
Images of his mother flashed in a series of intercuts with his sister. He 
felt the sap rise in his testicles and jacked his hand faster until he felt 
the surge of his seed up the tube. Breathless, he reached his climax, and, 
shuddering with the ecstasy of it, closed his eyes as the sperm shot out 
onto the wall. He wiped himself off while he continued to watch his sister, 
and then put his limp organ back in his pants. He buttoned up and tiptoed 
back around the house, half satisfied, but yet wishing that it had been the 
real thing. He knew one thing for sure. He wanted Rena and he was going to 
try every way he could to fuck her. The thought of his cock between those 
juicy lips of hers almost made the swelling begin again before he reached 
the privacy of his own bedroom. 

He knew his mother was asleep and after having masturbated he wanted to be 
alone. He went to sleep thinking of Rena, cursing himself for not having the 
courage to slip into her room and fuck her before she could resist. But he 
knew that this kind of impulsive action would only result in his not ever 
having her. And that was something he was going to be very careful about. 

Val's opportunity with Rena came sooner than he expected. Laura had to work 
at the bindery the following Saturday and Val was alone in the house with 
his sister. The best part of it was that Rena had been out late the night 
before and was sleeping late. Val lay in bed and heard his mother get ready 
to go to work. Before she left, she came in and kissed him and said she 
would see him that evening. She gave the indication that she wanted him that 
night, which set his blood to churning. 

"I'll be gone all day, Val," she said. "But tonight, I hope we can see each 
other to make up for it. Do you want to?" 

"Yes, I do," he said. 

"Mmmmm. Well, have a good day. See you when I get home. Don't wake Rena. Let 
her sleep. You go back to sleep, too, if you want to." 

"Okay. Maybe I will," he told her, knowing that he wouldn't. 

He waited a long time after she left before he got up and tiptoed to Rena's 
room. Slowly, he opened her door and saw that she was sleeping. He could 
feel his heart step up its beating as he tiptoed away to think. His pulse 
seemed to leap up into his throat and it interfered with his breathing. 

Rena was curled up into a fetal position and the covers were just up past 
her knees. She wore a pair of light blue pajamas that were nearly 
transparent. He could see her young breasts floating under the blouse and 
her skin here and there where it pressed up close to the nylon fabric. She 
was lying with her face toward him but her knees were bunched up so that he 
couldn't see her pubic area. Her hips curved gently, though, flaring out 
like a woman's. He thought of last night when he had looked upon her 
nakedness and his pajamas grew taut at the crotch where his manhood began to 
swell. 

He was frightened. He was afraid of what would happen if he tried to do 
something with his sister and she rejected him. He was afraid of that, too, 
he knew. But he couldn't explain this overwhelming longing he had for Rena, 
except that since discovering how good sex was he wanted to try it with 
other girls and especially with his sister. Standing there, he could just 
feel how good it would be. He was certain that Rena would like it, once she 
discovered what he had. But that was the problem: how to get her to begin, 
to show her what it was like before she got uptight and slapped him or 
something. 

He weighed the possibility of going into her room and beginning to fondle 
her. Perhaps his hands on her breasts would excite her enough to make her 
want him. Or his hand between her legs, playing with her cunt, opening it 
and putting his finger quietly inside, touching the clitoris. That, he was 
sure, would excite her. But no, these things were just fantasy, after all. 
When he rationalized, he could see her raising up, angry, calling him all 
kinds of names and worst of all, telling their mother! His heart thumped at 
the thought of this last and frightful possibility. That would blow it for 
sure! 

So Val didn't make any move at all toward his sister. He let her sleep, 
hoping that an opportunity would present itself to him sometime that day or 
the next. Sometime. His mouth was dry thinking of her. Thinking of that 
virginal body of hers just waiting for him to open it up with his pry. Man, 
how he wanted her! 

But he couldn't get Rena out of his mind. He lay on top of his bed, thinking 
of all the possible approaches he might use on his sister. Reasoning with 
her was out. So also was raping her outright. No, he finally decided. He 
must go about it gradually. Find out how much, somehow, she already knew 
about sex. Let her know that he was not without experience. Talk about it in 
general terms. That was it. Draw her out. Get her to think in terms of sex, 
as he did. Then, when he was sure that she was sufficiently primed, find a 
way to have her before she could protest. Get his cock into her before she 
had time to turn him down. Once it was there ... well, he was sure that she 
would like it as much as he did. More, even. 

Although the specifics of what he planned to do to seduce his sister were 
still vague, at least he had some sort of an approach. He felt better. He 
dressed, then, and read a book while waiting for his sister to get out of 
bed. When she finally did, he was glad to see that she hadn't put on her 
blue jeans but was wearing a miniskirt and blouse. It made it a lot easier 
to mess around. He thought she looked very pretty and he wondered why she 
hadn't gotten into sloppy clothes. Her honey red hair was tied back cutely 
with an orange band that matched her long socks. She wore a chocolate mini 
and a tan-striped blouse. 

"How come you're so dressed up?" he asked as they were eating their cereal. 

"Oh, I thought I'd go over to Linda's. Her mother might take us shopping." 

"When you going?" 

"After while." 

"Well, you look nice," he said lamely. 

Rena was pleased and more than a little surprised. After all her little 
brother was not renowned for his compliments. She thought he had looked 
differently lately. Not in appearance, but in the way he acted. He seemed to 
her more mature, older, maybe. More sure of himself. She gave an inward 
sigh. Maybe he was growing up. It could be, she thought, that their father's 
leaving them had had something to do with it. Maybe that had made Val grow 
up a little. Well, whatever, she liked the change in him. She liked the 
compliment he paid her. She couldn't help primping a little for him ... even 
if he was only her brother. 

Val was pleased with himself. The compliment hadn't hurt him and he knew it 
had had a visible effect on Rena. She was almost preening herself before 
him. They finished their cereal and she swooped over to take the dishes from 
his place. He smiled at her and she winked at him. 

"I'll wash them," she said. "Want to help." 

"Sure. For a doll like you, sure." Rena grinned. 

Hell, this was easy, he thought. He wiped off the table while she got the 
pans out to wash the dishes. When she bent over to get them from under the 
sink he could see a flash of panties. It was enough to bring back the 
sensuous thoughts about his sister. There was something about the miniskirt. 
From the side, looking down at her, her legs seemed enhanced by the short 
skirt. The bareness was accentuated by the long socks. He thought of that 
little pussy of hers up between her legs. So near and yet so far. 

They chatted amiably as they did the dishes. "How d'ya think Mom's making it 
since Dad left?" she asked her brother. "Okay, I guess." 

"I think she's kind of glad to get rid of him, don't you?" 

"Yeah, maybe. He wasn't too good to her." 

"You can say that again. And that hussy he took up with. I mean, that was a 
low blow, man." 

"Yeah," Val said, "not too cool." 

"Pretty shabby, you mean." 

"Yeah, the shabbiest." He wondered what Rena would say if she knew he had 
replaced his father in his mother's bed. Man, that would tear her up! 

"Well," Rena sighed, "I just hope he never bothers her again. I don't miss 
him at all." 

"Me, neither," he agreed. And, he didn't. He knew he should have felt some 
kind of remorse over his father's desertion of them, but he didn't. He 
wondered if it was because he was now jealous of his father. Jealous to the 
point of hatred. No, he decided, he never wanted his father to return. It 
would spoil everything. 

"I don't think he'll come back," Val said. 

"It's sad. I think Mom's the one who's really suffering. I'm not, that's for 
sure." 

"She'll get over him. After what he did." 

"Yeah, I think you're right, Val." 

They finished the dishes and Rena put them away after Val dried them. Then 
she wiped up the sink and they smiled at each other. 

"Thanks," she said. 

"Hey, no problem. You'll make some man a good wife," he said. 

Rena blushed. "I hope I get a good one," she said. 

"You will. You're a groovy chick." 

That was the second time he'd complimented her that morning. My, there was a 
change in Val. She was almost embarrassed and didn't know what to say. 

This time Val winked at her. He hoped it looked casual. 

They went into the living room and sat down. Val got a magazine out of the 
rack and began to leaf through it. Rena opened the morning paper and read 
the headlines on the front page of the Courier. 

"It seems strange to be here alone without Mom," she said, after a while. 

"Yeah. Just the two of us." 

It was quiet in the room. They laughed at that. After a while Rena got up 
and went to her bedroom to make the bed. Val watched her go, waited a few 
minutes, then followed her. 

He went into her room as she was putting the finishing touches to her bed. 
"Will you make mine, too?" he asked. 

"Lazy," she teased. "Make your own bed." 

"I could. But you make it so much better." 

Rena took this as another compliment. How could she refuse? "Okay. If you 
put it that way," she said. Val grinned. 

He followed her into his room. She began to make his bed and, as she reached 
over it, one leg up in the air, he could see the twin hemisphere of her 
buttocks underneath pink panties. He fancied that he could see part of her 
pussy's lips, but maybe it was only where the panties bunched up at the 
crotch. It made no difference. He saw what he wanted to see. 

"Hey," he said, "wanna wrassle?" And he tumbled his sister onto his bed, 
overpowering her, but not hurting her. 

"You fink," she said, caught by surprise. "What's the matter with you?" 

"Nothing," he laughed. "I just feel like wrassling." He grabbed her arms and 
she started to push and pull. It was a wrestling match, no more, as they 
tugged at each other, but Val had a serious purpose in mind. 

"You're messing me up, Val," Rena shrieked. "Defend yourself," he said, 
beginning to pant. "Cut it out!" 

But he didn't stop. He rolled over on top of her and looked down into her 
eyes, his breath coming hard. His body was not touching hers, but they both 
knew the position he was in. Her skirt had been flung up to her waist so 
that her bare panties showed. Val glanced down at them, his cock beginning 
to thicken with the blood surge. Quickly, he glanced away and continued his 
false tussle. 

"Let me up, Val." 

"Who's stopping you?" 

"You are, you clod." 

And he was. He had her arms pinned to the bed. Her face showed the strain of 
her struggle. "You're pretty when you're mad," he husked. 

"Damn right I'm mad. Come on, Val, cut out the crap and let me up." 

"Don't talk naughty," he teased. 

She twisted from side to side, trying to free herself from his pinning grip. 
But it was no use. Val was grinning at her, taunting her with his own 
strength. 

"You going to let me up?" she asked. 

"In a while. Come on, you can fight better than this." He was enjoying 
himself. His crotch was rock hard as though it held a steel ball in its 
sling. As his sister twisted under him, he dropped his crotch until it was 
on hers. She couldn't help but feel the hard bulge that rested on her pubes. 

This was the first indication that Rena had that her brother wasn't just 
"messing around." She was startled but didn't want to call attention to it. 
It surprised her to feel that ball of hardness just touching her sex. She 
squirmed to get away from the insistent pressure of it, but Val kept his 
knob just touching her. It was maddening to Rena. She tried to forget it was 
there. Maybe it was something else. Maybe it was just something in his 
pocket. A knife perhaps. A lead weight. Anything, but what it really was. 

"Val, that's enough," she said. "I want up. I thought you wanted me to make 
your bed." 

"I did, but a little exercise is good too. Come on, you're hardly putting up 
any fight." 

She pushed mightily, trying to throw him off, but he was too strong and too 
heavy for her. She was getting out of breath and there was still that hard 
thing touching her crotch. Rubbing against it. Pressing on its softness. She 
didn't want to think about it. Maybe Val didn't know about it. She knew 
about boys. She knew what happened to their penises when they got excited. 
She was sure that was what was happening to her brother. But it shouldn't, 
should it? I mean, after all, she was his sister. It shouldn't happen with 
her. But it was, she knew. She could feel its length every once in a while. 
Val was pressing her more and lying more heavily on top of her. She could 
feel its rigidity along her thigh. She thought she could feel the head of it 
at her lips, almost prying them open. She got scared thinking of what could 
happen. 

"Damn you," she cursed. "Now cut it out, Val. Enough is enough!" 

He knew she meant it now, but he didn't want to stop. It was too nice 
rubbing his hard cock against her panties. He knew that she could feel it 
and feel it good. But he didn't want to press his luck too far. So, the next 
time she gave a push, he let himself be overcome. He tumbled on his side and 
let her get free. "Okay, Rena. You win." 

She got up and smoothed herself. Her hair was tangled and she was panting 
for breath. She looked cute, he thought. His erection began to subside as he 
caught his own breath. 

Rena gave him a funny look and pressed her lips together. "Make your own 
damn bed," she said, and flounced out of the room, followed by Val's hearty 
laughter. 

He gave a big sigh when she had gone. Well, he had messed around with her 
and knew that she couldn't have missed feeling his cock rubbing up against 
her pussy. That was something. It was exciting just thinking about it. He 
had been so close. Right there. If he had wanted to, he told himself, he 
could have taken her panties down and put his prick in with no trouble. He 
knew now that he was stronger than Rena. He was satisfied that he could have 
taken her and gotten his rocks off. 

She probably would have liked it too, he thought. He wondered what she was 
thinking about. He wondered what she thought about that hard cock of his 
rubbing right on her little pussy. She was probably hot, he decided. 
Hotter'n hell. Well, dammit, his time would come. He would fuck his sister. 
He knew that now. He knew it for sure. 

Rena could hardly think straight. The "wrestling match" with Val had left 
her breathless and uncertain. It was only fun, she told herself, but she 
couldn't shake the feeling that it had been something more, too. Something 
that she couldn't put her finger on. Val was growing up fast, that was for 
sure. There was no mistaking the fact that he had been excited when he was 
on top of her. Or else why would his "thing" have gotten that way? 

But what about herself, she wondered. She felt funny "down there." A vague 
feeling of dissatisfaction came over her now that she had gone out of Val's 
room and back to her own to straighten up. It was as if something had been 
started and would have to be finished later on. But what? No, the idea was 
just ridiculous. Val wasn't that way. And neither was she. Still, she 
couldn't shake off the subtle threads of feelings that had come over her 
when he was on top of her. That hardness right at the portals of her sex had 
been so obvious, so commanding. 

She wondered what would have happened if they had kept on. She admitted to 
having had a certain excitement when she had realized what that hard thing 
was that she felt. Some deep things inside her, sleeping there, had been 
stirred up, awakened. Some unrealized yearnings had begun to rise inside her 
like smoke, curling upward, thick at first, only to be thinned out and 
wafted away in the air when she had broken free. 

It was strange. Something had happened and yet nothing had happened. She 
didn't like to feel this way. She didn't like not knowing something that she 
felt she ought to know. But what was it? She shrugged as she combed her hair 
out from its tangles. It was nothing, after all. Nothing happened, she said 
firmly to herself, and nothing could happen. It was silly to go on thinking 
about a nothing. She had had erotic thoughts before, but never ever was her 
brother in any way, shape, or form connected with them. No, not ever. Damn 
him, anyway. He shouldn't mess around like that. It wasn't a bit funny. 

She finished combing her hair and checked herself in the mirror. She guessed 
that she would go over to Linda's before something else happened. Something 
worse. She decided she would have to be careful of Val from now on. 
Especially if they were alone too much. No, that was a dumb way to think. It 
was just messing around. But she had felt his excitement. He had been 
aroused. And what about herself? 

Rena looked at herself in the mirror for a long moment. Yes, what about 
herself? She reached down to her crotch and felt her panties. Her heart gave 
a solid thump at her temples. There was just the dampest of spots there on 
her panties. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Val became bolder toward his sister as the days fled by in their rush to 
become summer. Although he still enjoyed a complete sex life with his 
mother, her working hours left him alone a great deal of the time. Much of 
this time he was alone with Rena. He detected a slight wariness in her on 
these occasions, but gradually lessened because he did not repeat his 
horseplay of that one Saturday. Instead, he was extra polite to her, extra 
complimentary. In this way, he managed to break down a lot of the resistance 
in her that had begun to build up over that one day. 

But he teased her verbally whenever they were alone. He began to make cracks 
about her breasts, and kidded her about wearing falsies. This was always 
successful in Val's mind because she would invariably retort. These retorts 
gave him sexual information that fed his mind even more with erotic thoughts 
about his sister. She would deny that she wore falsies, blush, and he would 
let it drop, having found out what he wanted to know and at the same time 
let her know that he was aware of her femininity. Of course he didn't 
rationalize what he was doing in just this way, but that's the way it worked 
on him. 

He began being more free with his person when he was around her and his 
mother was not home. He would run around the house in just his jockey 
shorts. He would walk in on his sister at inopportune moments; when she was 
partially dressed, or in the bathroom. She never locked the door, even after 
he had come in one time when she was on the pot and another when she was 
drying after a shower. He would say, "Excuse me," and sheepishly back out, 
but not before his eager eyes had taken in all of her that he could. 

All of these encounters, and more, served to whet Val's appetite for Rena. 
Sometimes, when he was making love to his mother, he even wished that it 
were his sister, instead. But his mother continued to satisfy his sexual 
craving, even though, more and more, lately, she was too tired to have sex 
with him in the evenings. It was at these times that his desire for his 
sister became almost too crucial to stand. When he'd be alone with his 
sister, his freshness increased in direct proportion to the amount of sex 
he'd had the night before or the lack of it. 

On a school holiday, a teachers' conference, he and Rena were alone again, 
their mother off to work at the bindery. The night before, Val had gone to 
his mother's room and she had been too sleepy to make love. He had gone back 
to his own room, frustrated and angry. Rena had been out with friends and 
came home shortly after that. He heard her puttering around in her room, 
preparing for bed. Thoughts of her nakedness had become strong enough to get 
him out of bed. She had left her door partway open and from the darkness of 
the hall he could see her undressing. He stood there, watching her flit here 
and there stark naked, and it was all he could do not to leap into her room 
and ball her by force. But he held back and went to bed, frustrated for the 
second time in the same evening. The holiday the next morning found him in a 
testy mood and after his mother went to work, he, still in his pajamas, went 
into Rena's room where she was yet asleep. 

It was a warm morning and Rena had kicked off all her covers. The buttons on 
her pajama tops were all unfastened except for the center one. Her creamy 
white breasts peeked out from the nylon fabric as she lay on her back, her 
legs out straight. Val tiptoed near her bed and tried to control his 
breathing. He looked down at her, his heart beating out of control, and 
could see the dark thatch between her legs. His organ rose in his pajamas 
and, stiffened, poked its head out at the top of the fly. 

Val didn't know what to do next. For the moment he was satisfied just to 
stand there and entertain erotic thoughts about Rena. His eyes swept over 
her body. They were able to see most of her in the position she lay in and 
the way the nylon pajamas clung to her skin. He moved closer, wanting to 
touch one of her breasts, start something. He summoned up his courage, 
gulped for air, and reached out his hand. 

Rena stirred in her sleep and Val pulled back his hand as though he had 
touched a hot stove. A second later he was angry with himself for weakening. 
Don't be a chicken, he told himself. But he was afraid she'd wake up before 
he had done anything and he would look pretty stupid just standing there 
over her with a hard on. He didn't want that. He mustn't look dumb to her, 
no matter what. He reached out his hand, then realized that he would have to 
lean over too far to reach her breast, an awkward position. So, because she 
was in the middle of the bed, he sat quietly on the edge of it. 

To his surprise, Rena didn't wake up when his weight sagged the bed where he 
sat down. He told himself that if she woke up he would pretend that he had 
just come in to awaken her. His back was toward her in a three-quarter view 
and she wouldn't be able to see his lap where his cock was standing stiff 
and at an angle like an aimed Nike missile. When he had control of his 
breathing, he reached once more for her breast. 

His hand touched it lightly and his penis shot to attention from the surge 
of delight the contact gave him. He cupped his hand and enclosed the whole 
breast in it. He wanted to kiss it, put the nipple in his mouth and suck it 
to a hardness. But he knew that this act was a long way off. He hoped that 
Rena would feel his hand on her breast and then pretend she was asleep and 
let him continue. He watched her face to be sure that he wouldn't miss any 
change in her expression. He stroked her breast, then, with two fingers, 
rubbed over the dormant nipples. It was when he took the nipple between his 
thumb and index finger that she woke up. 

Her eyes opened first. They fluttered and blinked. Val's hand pulled away 
from her breast. Rena looked at him, puzzled. He smiled at her. She didn't 
smile back. She rubbed her eyes and half sat up. She looked at her breasts 
tumbling out of her pajama tops and hastily pulled the two sides together. 
She began to glare at Val. 

"What's going on?" she asked, still partly asleep. 

"Good morning," he said, his erection subsiding. He decided to brazen it out 
if she would let him. 

"Good morning, my foot. What're you doing in here?" 

"Wanna wrassle?" He grinned at her. She knew what he was getting at then. 

"Where's Mom?" she asked, almost incongruously. 

"At work. No school today, remember?" He shot her a leer. 

"Oh, yeah. Well, you're not going to start that jazz again, are you?" 

"What jazz?" he asked innocently. 

"You know," she pouted. 

"Nope. Tell me." He was enjoying himself, she could see. She decided not to 
play his word game just then. She knew that he did it to get her to say 
things she didn't want to say. It always infuriated her afterward. 

"Get lost, Val." 

"Aw, come on, Sis, let me stay. I won't bother you. Honest." He looked like 
a lost little boy, his lower lip pooched out, his eyes drooping like a 
basset hound's. Rena almost laughed at him, but her mind was racing with 
thoughts. The house was so quiet. They were alone and both of them were in 
their pajamas. In her room. Alone. On her bed. The implications were 
beginning to seep into her mind as her sleepiness went away. She had to 
admit that there was some undercurrent of excitement in the air, but she was 
also determined to be careful. 

"Well?" she said, finally, looking at Val with her eyebrows raised in twin 
question marks. 

"Let's start all over," he said. "Good morning." 

"Yeah, well, good morning." She tried to hold back a grin. 

"Okay. I came in here to wake you..." he began. 

"But you thought you'd mess around instead," she put in. 

Val flushed. "Well, only a little...." 

Rena looked down at her breasts and began buttoning her pajamas. 

Val felt a tug at his penis. "Did it feel good?" he asked, after a moment. 

"What?" 

"You know." 

Rena flushed. "Maybe," she said. 

The tug at Val's organ again. "You've got nice breasts," he said. 

"Cut it out, Val. Let's talk about something else." 

"Why?" 

"You know. I mean you shouldn't be talking about things like that with me." 

"Who says." 

"I say," she said. 

"Okay, boss." He winked at her and she smiled at him. 

"Wanna see something?" Val asked, his voice like a croak. 

"I don't know. What?" She was suspicious. 

"I can't tell you. But I can show you." 

"It had better not be anything dirty, Val." 

"Oh, don't worry," he laughed. "It's clean." 

But she didn't like the way he said it. She gave him a suspicious look. 

Val turned then, on the bed, until his lap was visible. His erection had 
subsided so that his penis was no longer poking through his pajamas, but the 
fly was still open and Rena could not help but see the dark pubic hairs and 
patches of flesh. Before Rena could protest or look away, Val reached in and 
pulled out his prick which was still solid enough to look formidable. 

"Is that your idea of fun, Val?" Rena asked coolly, not the least bit upset 
as he thought she would be. 

"I just thought you might like a look," he said weakly, the wind taken out 
of his sails by her composure. 

"What do you call it?" she asked, a trace of cruelty in her voice. Val 
gulped. 

"Well?" she snickered. 

"It's a penis," he said huskily, not knowing what to say at all. He felt 
dumb. 

"Yeah? It looks like a prick, only smaller," she said, her eyes twinkling 
with mischief. 

Val laughed. 

"It's not very big, Val," she added, dryly. 

"It's big enough," he pouted. "Touch it and it'll get bigger." 

He was serious now and Rena caught his tone. She looked down at his rapidly 
diminishing organ for it was weakening, fascinated by it at close range. It 
didn't shock her the way she thought it would. She was, in fact, slightly 
awed by Val's penis, primarily because she felt, at times, the lack of one 
herself. But more than anything, Rena was curious. She knew the importance, 
by now, of the male organ and this glimpse of Val's afforded her a bird's 
eye view of the number one topic among the girls in her sex education class 
at school. 

"Well, Rena. Come on and touch it. Are you chicken?" 

"No. I just don't know if I want to touch that awful-looking thing or not." 

"Chicken!" 

But Rena wanted to touch it. She knew that she had a shining opportunity 
and, for some reason she couldn't explain, she wasn't afraid. After all, she 
told herself, Val was only her brother. It wasn't like if it was another boy 
her own age, or anything. By now, Val's organ had lost almost all of its 
tumescence and had shrunk to a little knob of flesh. Rena was surprised to 
notice that it was slightly darker in color than the rest of his skin. She 
was immensely curious to see if she could make it grow. She tried to 
remember what she had learned about the male organ, what exactly made it big 
enough and hard enough to insert into the woman's vagina. 

So, hesitantly at first, she put out her hand to touch Val's penis. He 
almost smirked when he saw her move her hand. But he, too, was a little 
afraid. Although this was what he had wanted, when it got down to the nitty 
gritty, he wasn't at all that sure of himself anymore. There was a certain 
fear, too, that she might cause him some harm. He instinctively winced as 
her hand came near. But he didn't say anything. 

The room was very quiet. The closer Rena brought her hand to Val's crotch, 
the slower she went. For she, too, had some temerity at what she was about 
to do. It was an awesome moment for both of them. Val wanted to say 
something to encourage her but was afraid his words might have the opposite 
effect. So he kept silent. They both watched her hand move toward his limp 
cock. Finally, Rena touched it. Then her hand drew back with a jerk. 

"What's the matter? Lose your nerve?" Val was disappointed. 

"No. It-it just feels funny, that's all," Rena said honestly. 

"You have to do more than touch it." 

She reached her hand out again. This time it moved more quickly and she took 
the small glob of flesh in her palm. A tingle shot through Val. He scooted 
closer to her. 

"See. It won't bite you," he husked, delighted that she had come this far. 

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" she asked, her tone almost reverent. 

"Well, play with it or something," he croaked. 

Feeling extremely self-conscious, Rena began to tumble the mass of flesh in 
her hand. She giggled once or twice out of nervousness, but Val looked at 
her seriously. He concentrated on her breasts which had tumbled back into 
view because she was no longer tending them and soon some tumescence began 
to occur. 

"Hey," said Rena, "it is getting hard!" 

"You bet it is," said Val, suddenly proud. 

Rena's manipulations were without any design. She just worked the hardening 
mass around in the palm of her hand and saw it stiffen much to her 
amazement. But she was torturing Val. He finally took her hand and placed it 
around the length of his penis in a spear-grip and showed her how to work it 
up and down. 

"That's the way you do it," he said. 

"Oh." Fascinated more than ever, Rena jacked his cock up and down, feeling 
the surge of blood in the organ. "Wow, it really is getting bigger," she 
said. 

"Damn right it is. Don't stop, hey?" 

She continued to masturbate her brother until they both became very excited, 
though not equally. Rena was still absorbed with his organ in a more or less 
clinical sense, while Val was aching for completion. The slowness of her 
awkward movements made him very uneasy. He watched her hand and then his 
eyes would drift over to her breasts and then down to her lap where he could 
barely make out the darkness of her patch. He wanted, just then, to fuck his 
sister so badly he could hardly stand it. 

"My hand's getting tired," Rena said finally. "Is that it?" 

"No, Rena, that's not it. Don't you want to see what it will do? Don't you 
want to go farther?" 

She took her hand off his organ. "What do you mean?" She was on her guard. 

"I mean, that's not all there is to it." 

"Well, as far as I'm concerned that's all there is to it. You've shown me 
what a big man you are. No, that's enough." 

He was afraid that she would send him out of the room, unsatisfied. "Aw, 
come on, Rena, be a sport. Do it some more. Make me come." 

"Unh, unh," she said. "Do it yourself." She knew now what he meant. The 
thought of it somewhat frightened her. It was an unknown that she was not 
willing to explore just then. It was something that was still a little 
awesome to her. 

"Please," he said, his voice low and serious. "It-it would mean a lot to 
me." He looked at her with deep pleading in his eyes. 

Rena hesitated, weighing his words. She could tell that it meant a lot to 
Val. He was not a wise kid, now, but someone, her brother, pleading for her 
to help him. His tone was urgent and it affected her more than she cared to 
admit. She gave him a long look, uncertain whether or not to make another 
concession. She had gone so far already. 

"Please," he said again, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his cock. 

This decided her and she slowly put her hand around the swollen organ again. 
It gave her a strange feeling. She could almost feel its strength seeping 
through to the palm of her hand. But she was still not sure of what he 
wanted her to do. She jacked it a couple of times and looked up at him 
questioningly. 

"Like this?" she said, her voice far away in the silence of the room. 

"Faster," he husked. 

She moved her hand up and down the full length of his cock, faster and 
faster, now knowing what he wanted. 

"Squeeze it a little harder," he pleaded. 

Her hand tightened its grip. She pumped faster, her eyes glued to the purple 
bullet head of his shaft. He reached over and put his hand on her breast. 
She didn't move away. He caressed it while she jacked him. The nipple got 
hard and she squirmed closer to him to get a better grip on his manhood. 

"Beautiful," he breathed. "Does this feel good?" 

"Yes," she said curtly, somewhat angry at herself because his hand did feel 
good. She could feel something stirring within herself. Something in her 
vagina began to heat up and she thought she could feel a trickling of fluid. 

Val wanted to help his sister jack him off because, although she was going 
much faster than she had been, it was not fast enough to bring him to 
orgasm. He knew she must be tiring but thought that if he concentrated he 
would soon get his rocks off. Rubbing her breast helped and in a few moments 
he felt the weakness in his bones that signified he was about to spill his 
seed. 

Rena noticed the change in her brother. His body seemed to go slack. His 
eyelids drooped. She felt it too, and increased her speed as if by some 
long-forgotten instinct. Val felt his sperm boil and began moving his cock 
in and out of her hand in the motion of coitus. Rena knew that he was close 
to orgasm and she bent over to get better leverage on his throbbing mast. 

"Oh, God, that's it, Rena," he blurted. "I'm coming." 

And then his sperm shot out of the hole in all directions. Rena felt some of 
it fly to her face. It struck her like warm milk and she gasped to see it 
spurt out of the head of his cock. Some of it hit her breasts and some fell 
on her pajamas, to cling stickily to her flesh underneath. The subsiding 
spurts covered her fingers and she was fascinated by its appearance. She 
knew that this represented textillions of fertile seeds that could 
impregnate a woman just bv virtue of sheer numbers. 

"Wow, out of sight!" she said. "You did it." 

"No," Val gasped, "you did it. And wow is right!" 

Rena was fairly struck with awe over this miracle. She wiped the drying 
sperm off of her face and began to mop it up off her body and her hands. She 
had been surprised at the strength of the sperm shooting out of his cock and 
at the abundance of it. Now she didn't know what to do. She felt as if she 
had watched a forbidden thing, something that few people had ever witnessed. 

"Man, too much," she said, still numb with the mystery of it. 

Val laughed nervously. 

"How did it feel?" she asked him. 

"Great. But you can't explain it. It's the best feeling in the world." 

"Has anyone ever done this to you before?" she asked suspiciously. 

"No," he lied, hoping she'd believe him. "But you have, haven't you?" she 
insisted. "Well, uh, yes, a couple of times. Just to experiment," he added 
lamely. "Yeah, I'll bet." 

"What about you. How did you feel." 

"Oh, not much. I-it was interesting. Now you'd better go," she said. "Go?" 

"Well, that's it, isn't it?" She moved away from him slightly. 

Damn her, he thought. This was some kind of rejection. In a few minutes, he 
knew, he could be hot again. He didn't want to give up this intimacy that 
they had. He wanted to go all the way with her. But, damn, she was such a 
square. 

"Wait a few minutes," he said. "Don't you want to feel that way yourself?" 

"No. Not with you. Don't be crazy, Val." 

"Don't give me that crap. You wouldn't mind getting fucked, would you?" 

"Don't talk to me that way. I'm your sister, you dummy!" 

"So?" 

"So, it's not decent." She paused. "Besides you know what could happen." 

"What could happen?" 

"I could get pregnant. Mom might find out. It's dumb, that's all." But her 
breathing was coming hard. He knew she was thinking about it. Thinking about 
it hard. He pressed on. 

"I wouldn't get you pregnant, Rena. I'd pull it out first. Come on, let me 
try. You'll like it, really." 

"No, I said." 

"It's the best thing in the world," he insisted. 

"Have you ever done it?" she asked. 

"I wouldn't tell you if I had." 

"Then how do you know it's any good? I bet you've screwed somebody. Who?" 

Val paled. He couldn't answer that. He might make up a lie though. Instead, 
he decided to act worldly without committing himself. "Don't take my word 
for it, Rena. But try it. I'll be careful, honest." 

"No, dammit!" 

"Then at least let me do the same thing to you that you did to me." 

"What?" 

"I can make you come without fucking you." 

Rena felt the flood rush to her face. A twinge shot through her vagina. 

"I don't think that would be good," she said lamely. 

"Come on, be fair. You did it to me. I'll do it to you." 

"I don't know." She seemed to be weakening. "Try it at least once. If you 
don't like it, I'll stop." 

She gave a big sigh and looked at Val. He appeared so serious. 

"What would you do?" she asked weakly. 

"Lie down," he said. "Don't say anything. Just lie down on your back." 

"I don't know, Val. What if somebody came by? What if Mom walked in right 
now?" 

"Nobody will. She's at work. Come on." 

He pushed her gently back so that she had to lie down. He moved over to lie 
beside her. She was breathing very fast; her breasts rose and fell rapidly. 

"There. Now relax. You'll like it once I start," he said. 

His hand went to her tummy and began rubbing it. She was very tense. Then he 
slipped it down inside of her pajama bottoms, slowly. He touched her mat of 
hair and rubbed his hand over her pussy lips. His finger found the slit and 
moved up and down it lightly. Then, he pried the portals open slightly and 
felt the wetness of her sex cleft. She sighed when his hand touched her on 
the inner folds. 

"Oh, Val," she sighed, closing her eyes. She thought she would faint, it 
felt so good. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Val's erection came back into being. His heart seemed to be on a wild 
rampage within his chest wall. He was lying with his sister: the culmination 
of all of his dreams of the past several weeks. He was touching her and she 
was accepting his sexual advances with a willingness that overwhelmed him. 
His finger was sliding along her slit, searching for the moist opening. His 
cock throbbed in his pajamas. 

Rena's own pajamas were pulled down so that he had a good view of her pussy. 
He lay on his side, feeling her cunt with his left hand. She had her eyes 
closed and her body was still not relaxed, but he knew that would come. He 
was anxious to please her, careful with her so that nothing would go wrong, 
having come this far with his desires. Finally his finger found the soaked 
hole in her vagina. She gave a sudden shudder as his fingertip slipped 
inside and touched a thin tuber. This sent electric shivers through Rena and 
she gasped aloud. 

"Oh, wow, you weren't kidding," she breathed. 

Val moved his finger around and around in her hole and Rena doubled up her 
legs with the pleasure of his touching. 

"Spread your legs more," he croaked. He wanted to fuck her so bad he had to 
fight to control himself. But he knew this foreplay was important. He wanted 
to make his sister ache for him to enter her with his cock. He wanted to 
bring her to a point where she would practically beg him to fuck her. So he 
held back and fingerfucked her, much to their mutual pleasure. 

She widened her legs and her slit opened so that Val's finger could 
penetrate further and with more ease. He thought that he was about to 
ejaculate himself just feeling his sister. Her insides were moist and warm, 
not as fleshy as his mother's vagina. He had easily found her "Little man in 
the boat" and every time he rubbed it, his sister would give a jerk. He 
could almost feel the spurts of her fluid every time he scored on her 
clitoris. 

"Do you like this?" he asked her. 

"You know it, Val!" 

"Do you want more? I mean a better feeling?" 

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "You mean ... you mean ... fuck me." 

"Yes, I want to." 

"I don't know. I shouldn't even let you do this, really." 

But she was glad that she had let him. Her whole body seemed to be singing 
with the wild electric current that he had generated with his finger. Every 
time he touched that little button inside her she could feel it all through 
her. It seemed to her that she was so soaked she would never dry out. Yet, 
her insides yearned for something more. His finger was delightful as far as 
it went, but she wanted to have his cock in her, she knew that. She had to 
face it. She would be forever unsatisfied if she didn't let him do it. Yet 
she was afraid, afraid of many things. She was afraid of becoming pregnant, 
but she was also afraid of something else. What was it? Of liking it too 
much? Of doing it with her brother? Or doing something her mother wouldn't 
like? Yes, she was afraid of these things and more. Something she couldn't 
understand, couldn't find in her own mind. Yet the fear was there, floating 
in her mind like a hawk on high thermal currents. Floating, ready to pounce 
if she went any further. 

Val could see that she was thinking whether or not to let him fuck her. 

"Please, Rena. You've got to. We've gone this far...." 

"That's what I'm afraid of." 

"I won't ... I won't get you into trouble." 

"How can you guarantee that? You might. And then we'd both be in a fix." 

"I'm telling you, Rena, I won't. I know what to do. I'll pull it out." 

Rena gave a long sigh of acquiescence. "Oh, all right, Val. But be careful. 
Please. And don't hurt me. I-I'm a virgin you know." 

The very sound of the word sent Val's blood racing to his temples. He knew 
what place a virgin ranked among his buddies at school. He had never thought 
about this aspect so much. But she had said it. He was about to fuck his 
first virgin. He almost shot his wad right then just thinking about it. 

"I'll be careful," he promised. He took his finger out of her slot and 
kissed her on her breast. She squirmed with the good feeling it gave her. 

"Keep your legs spread," he told her. "And relax. Help me get it in when I 
get on top of you." 

"All right." 

He asked her to take off her pajama tops while he pulled off her bottoms. 
Then he took off his own. Trembling, he moved up to crouch over the naked 
body of his sister. His turgid cock hung down over her bush, aimed at her 
moist slit. Rena looked at it and a panic welled up in her throat. 

"It looks so big," she said. "I'm afraid it might be too big for me." 

"It won't," he assured her. "Just take it easy and it'll go in all right. 
You'll see." 

But her body shook as she saw the giant organ dip down to her cunt. Then she 
could feel it as it touched her pubic hairs. She felt it touch the cleft of 
her sex. Val tried to find the hole but couldn't. He was too nervous. He was 
also afraid of failure or of premature ejaculation. He reached down with one 
hand and grabbed his staff and poked it at her again, trying to find the 
entrance. He found it, but it was as tight as a drawn pouch. Rena was tensed 
up like a coiled spring. "I can't get it in unless you loosen up," he said, 
grunting with the effort. Rena tried to relax. Val tried again. His cock 
slid in a little and Rena gasped. 

"Is it in?" she asked. 

"Part way." 

"I can hardly feel it." 

He pushed and it went in a little further. "Can you feel it now." 

"Yes. A little." 

He pushed and the head went in to juicy warmth. He shoved harder and it hit 
the tough membrane of her maidenhead, bouncing back slightly. But Rena could 
feel it now. It was rubbing up against her hardened clit. Her body shook 
with a spasm. 

"Jeez," she said. 

"You feel it now?" 

"Urn. Yes. Boy, do I feel it. You're touching something that's really wild." 

Val almost shot his sperm up into her right then. He tried to concentrate. 
He knew he had hit her maidenhead and didn't know what to do. He fucked her 
a few strokes and it still kept hitting it. He wished he knew what he was 
supposed to do. Would it stay that way for a long time or would it break if 
he pushed harder? He didn't know. He knew, though, that he was not getting 
full satisfaction from fucking his sister. His cock was only in her partway, 
and he wanted to inundate the full length of it in that tight pussy of hers. 

"I want to get it in further," he told her. 

"You're pushing against the hymen," she explained. "Are you going to break 
it?" 

"I-I guess so." 

"All right." 

"It might hurt, mightn't it?" he said kindly. 

"Yes. But go ahead. I'm ready." 

She tensed herself for his thrust. 

"It might be better if you relaxed," he said. 

"Okay. I-I'll try." 

She wondered how it would be to lose her virginity. She had heard a hundred 
stories and some said it didn't hurt, some said it hurt fiercely. All of 
them said she would bleed. She began to worry about getting blood on the 
sheets. She began to worry that her brother might get up inside her and 
ejaculate before he had time to pull it out. She was more afraid now than 
she had ever been, but at the same time she was anticipating this new 
experience. She was looking forward to it as she had never looked forward to 
anything in life. She knew that after Val took her maidenhead that she would 
be a woman in every sense of the word. And this was what she was looking 
forward to more than anything. 

Val got ready for a mighty thrust. like a sprinter set for the hundred yard 
dash he steeled himself for the gun that would go off in his mind. Then, 
ready, he jammed his cock into his sister's cunt as hard as he could. He 
felt the hymen weaken, but it did not break. Panting, he jabbed again and 
again with his cudgel. Rena winced each time he hit it and he knew he was 
hurting her. But he didn't care. He jabbed her harder and harder. Without 
realizing it, he was pinning her arms down with his own so that she couldn't 
escape. He felt frustrated and the breaking of her membrane became a 
challenge to him. 

He thrust again even harder and Rena cried out in pain. He felt his cock 
soar on through and up into her tunnel until it was buried to his balls. 
Tears began to run down his sister's cheeks. He felt sorry for her, but he 
also felt a tremendous surge of accomplishment. He had done it. He had 
broken her cherry; cracked it open with his own powerful manhood. It gave 
him a feeling of awesome power. He was glad that he had done it. He was 
proud. 

For Rena, the pain was short, though piercing. When the tissue ripped it had 
been no more than a brief needling of hurt. She had gasped and cried out for 
the loss of her virginity as much as the short searing pain. Now, feeling 
her brother's hot cock up in her, filling her, she felt the full wonder of 
it. The beauty of it had caused her tears to run. At last, she felt as she 
knew a woman would, complete and fulfilled. She couldn't explain it, even to 
herself. She couldn't untangle the myriad of feelings that welled up in her 
mind. It was enough to know that this thing had been done and that it gave 
her an amount of happiness and an elusive feeling of pride, much akin to her 
brother's. 

"Did it hurt much?" Val asked, stopping up inside her. 

"No. Not much. Don't stop doing it to me," she moaned. 

"You like me fucking you." 

"Yes, dammit. Very much." 

"Then I won't stop." 

He began to fuck her very slowly, then, ramming his cock up into her all the 
way with each easy stroke. He could feel her body loosen all over. His cock 
felt wet and he knew it was from the bleeding. 

"Oh, that feels soooo good," she moaned. 

He fucked her faster and faster until he felt the sperm begin to gather 
steam to shoot up the tube. 

"I'm going to come in a minute," he told her. I'll pull it out." 

"No, don't," she said. She wanted him to come inside her. She wanted to feel 
everything. But Val was too frightened. He gave her a couple of fast fucks 
and then, just before the sperm burst through his cock, he pulled it out and 
lay it on her belly. She looked down at her tummy and saw the fat cock burst 
out its milk all over her. She loved him very much at that moment. 

She loved him for making her a woman. She loved him for thinking enough of 
her not to make her pregnant. She sensed, somehow, that for him to pull it 
out of her at that moment was some kind of supreme sacrifice. She was very 
proud of her brother for this. She held him in her arms, then, while he 
gasped for breath. His cock spurted against her belly like a hose that had 
been suddenly shut off but still had air pressure in it. Her tears came in 
torrents, and she held him very tight against her, delighting in the feeling 
of his naked body on top of hers. 

But she couldn't bring herself to tell him that she loved him. She didn't 
feel that she should, under the circumstances. But she did love him and she 
could still feel him inside her, even though he was gone. She ached, where 
her hymen had parted, but it was no more than the soreness of a tired 
muscle. A lassitude came over her, then. She didn't want to think any more. 
She just wanted to feel. Her body seemed to be alive for the first time in 
her life. It hummed with new juices, new muscles, new fibers. 

Val's penis ejected and he crawled off her. She didn't want him to go. But 
she knew that he had lost his marvelous power. She herself had been in a 
cocoon all her life and had now sprouted butterfly wings. She could soar 
over everything with this newness of life. As Val lay beside her, she was 
conscious that she had done something for him, too. 

"Well?" Val asked. 

"It was marvelous. I feel so-so yummy. All over." 

He smiled. "I know what you mean." 

"How do you feel?" she asked. "Great. Worn out.'; 

She looked down at her thighs. His come lay smeared all over her tummy and 
it was drying fast. It felt like paste on her skin. She raised up so that 
she could see her pussy. There was a small bloodstain between her legs on 
the sheet. She would have to wash it out, she thought. With cold water. 

There wasn't much to show for her experience, she decided. Some dried sperm 
on her skin and a spot of blood on the white sheet. But inside, ah! There 
was a warmth that had spread to every capillary, a glow that warmed her 
flesh from inside. She wondered if her brother felt the same way. He had to, 
he just had to. 

"We have to be careful that Mom doesn't find out," Val said. He was worried 
now that it was over. 

"Yeah." 

"I'll want you again," he said. "Yes, I know. Me too." 

He looked over at her and smiled. "You're beautiful, Rena." 

"You too, Val." 

They lay for several moments, calming down. Then Val got up and grabbed his 
pajamas. "I-uh-we better clean up," he said. 

"Yes, I guess so. Val?" 

"Huh?" 

"When will you ... I mean, when will you, again?" 

"As soon as I can. Tonight." 

"What about Mom?" 

"Well, we'll have to see. We'll have to be careful." 

"Try." 

"I will," he said, his heart warm and full. 

She blew him a kiss. He thought she looked very beautiful, lying there 
naked. Much better than when he had spied on her that one night. He wanted 
to fuck her again but he felt that he had better wait. For some reason he 
was more afraid now than he had been when he had first walked in on her this 
morning. He blew her a kiss back and left her to shower. He felt great and 
he couldn't wait until the next time. It had been so easy, really. Now, he 
knew, he could fuck her anytime he wanted to. With his mother and her he 
never had to worry about sex again, he thought. It was like living in a 
harem. 

That night, when their mother got home, Val and Rena appeared the perfect 
children. They were solicitous of her in every way. She wasn't the least 
suspicious and they began to relax. Laura was tired, though, and she had 
brought home a pint of liquor and some mix. She said she needed it after the 
really rough day at the bindery. Both Val and Rena were glad to see that she 
was preoccupied with her own affairs so that she didn't give them a close 
scrutiny. 

Val was doubly relieved that his mother was too tired to have sex with him 
that night. He told her that he was tired, too, arid had school the next 
day. He told her he had been at a friend's house and had helped him mow the 
lawn and clean up. Laura believed him and with the drinks and the heavy 
meal, toddled off to bed where she collapsed into a deep sleep. 

That night, long after he was sure that his mother was sleeping soundly, he 
tiptoed into Rena's room. She was waiting for him, stark naked under the 
covers. She had perfumed herself until the air was positively heady. It 
pleased him that she had made special preparations for him. He was also 
excited that she hadn't put on her pajamas but was waiting in the nude, 
ready to fuck. As soon as he saw her, his cock leaped into rigidity. He 
slipped underneath the covers, next to her warm body. 

"Shh!" Rena said, then began to giggle. 

"You shh!" he giggled back. He put his hand on her breast, though, and their 
silliness vanished. He felt her respond instantly to his touch. He kneaded 
it for a few moments, then turned over and put his mouth on the nearest one. 
He sucked the nipple until it grew hard like a sparrow's beak. Rena accepted 
his caresses passively, even when he moved his hand down to her crotch while 
still sucking her nipple. He felt her body contract when he touched her 
nest. His finger knew where to go and he parted her cleft and found the damp 
insides of the folds. This time Rena spread her legs without being asked and 
his finger probed through to the entrance of her honey-pot. He drew the clit 
out of its hiding place and massaged it deftly with his finger. 

It was dark in the room and the only sound was their breathing, the rustle 
of the sheets. When Val knew that Rena was hot, he mounted her and put his 
cock in her with no trouble. She was very wet inside. He fucked her a couple 
of strokes, then embraced her and they began to kiss. Both of them were very 
excited, but Val didn't want to withdraw from her before he had experienced 
her for a long time. 

Rena enjoyed his kissing her. It was the first time they had kissed like 
this. Val's tongue brought fire to her loins. She responded with her own 
tongue. But the greatest part of it was his cock inside her, swollen, 
touching her clitoris, filling up her love tunnel. Her pussy seemed to clasp 
it eagerly at every point of its position in her. It literally sucked at his 
cock, drawing on it. Her whole pussy seemed to be alive, unwilling to let 
him pull out until he had deposited his seed. 

But she knew that this would spoil it. The shame of becoming pregnant would 
be too much to bear. She would never be able to face her mother again. Her 
schoolmates. Anyone. She shuddered to think of this possibility. No, she 
would have to insist that Val pull out before he came. Then, she would have 
to see what she could do about birth control, really conception control. 
She'd have to find some way to get the pill. That wouldn't be easy, but she 
would try her best. She enjoyed sex too much to give it up now that she had 
discovered it! 

It was nice to be loved this way, she thought. Val's kisses were an added 
bonus-made her even hotter than she already was. It was nice to have him 
almost smothering her with his warm body. And his cock going back and forth 
inside her pussy was better than any dream she had ever had, better than any 
illusion. This was real and exciting. The soreness of the morning had all 
but gone away. 

She wished she could watch his cock going in and out of her. The next time 
they did it in the daytime she would. She could imagine it now. She could 
remember how it had felt when she had jacked him off. She could see it 
shooting out its milky come when Val reached his climax. She thought that 
something like that was happening to her every few minutes. He would touch a 
certain something inside her and then pow! She'd feel a new trickle of 
dampness, a new discharge somewhere deep in her cave. It was fantastic! 

Val could hardly hold back anymore. It was so warm and wet inside his sister 
that he had all he could do to keep from bursting inside her. When he 
stopped to regain lost ground, her pussy seemed to suck at him, to draw him 
deeper where the warmth was. The warmth just made his sperm boil anew. He 
could only pump a few times now, and then would have to stop. But now he 
began to worry that his mother might wake up. It had been a long time, or 
seemed a long time, that they had been alone in Rena's room. And he was so 
hot now. So fucking hot! "Rena, I can't hold back anymore," he whispered. 

"Don't come inside me!" she said. 

"No, I won't. I just wanted you to know." He began to fuck her very fast. 
Rena did not yet know how to move her body in counterpoint to his, so she 
just lay back as he drove his cock into her. She could feel the tension in 
Val's body mount the faster he fucked her. And it felt so good. He was 
really driving it up into her. He felt the sperm boil over. Quickly he 
pulled out, but it was the hardest thing he had ever had to do. His cock 
didn't want to leave the warmth. Her pussy pulled with a magnetic attraction 
on his organ. He gasped and broke free, his wand waving in the air as the 
sperm shot in all directions. He panted for breath and fell beside his 
sister. 

Rena, too, felt the disappointment. It would have been so nice to have had 
him stay. She wondered how it felt to have all that hot come shoot up inside 
her. It was a mystery that she little understood. She knew that of all the 
billions of seeds that floated and swam in that substance, only one, the 
strongest of the lot, ever made it all the way to the ovum. It was not the 
simplest concept in the world to understand. She just wished she could see 
how it felt. "You better go back to your room," she whispered. 

"Did you like it?" 

"Yes. like wow!" 

"Better than before?" 

"Yes, Val, better than before. Are you sure you got it out in time." 

"I'm sure. Dammit." 

"I know. I wish you could come inside me. I'll try to fix it." 

"You will ? " he asked, waiting for assurance. "Yes, Val. Now go. Before we 
both blow it." 

"Okay. Thanks, Rena." 

"Good night." 

"Good night." He grabbed his pajamas and put them on quickly. Her door was 
silent as he opened it. It was quiet in the hall. He went to his room and 
went to bed, his heart thumping wildly. It would be terrible if his mother 
knew what they had been doing. He didn't know if he wanted to take chances 
like that again. 

It took Rena several moments to clean up the sperm that had spilled all over 
her sheets and covers. She washed herself and then put on her pajamas, 
slipped back into bed. She felt marvelous. Her skin was tingling as though 
she had just jumped from a sauna bath into a cold stream. Sex was wonderful, 
she decided. And so was Val. She wished he could stay all night with her. 
Even as she was dropping off to sleep, she wanted him again. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

There were days when Val was pretty busy, having to service two women in the 
same house. The tricky part was keeping either from finding out about the 
other. This see-sawing back and forth kept his nerves on edge. He had no 
difficulty, really, because when he made love to his sister, his mother 
wasn't home. He and Rena had decided on that after that one night in her 
room. His mother was often tired and even she began to feel the strain of 
making love in the house when Rena was home. So, Laura and Val changed their 
times for love to when Rena was at a girl friend's house. Still, it was 
unnerving to Val, most of all. He was jittery and the hours kept him from 
getting the rest he needed. He began to have trouble with headaches and with 
his eyes. But he didn't complain. He was sure it would go away, once he 
leveled off. 

He was enjoying himself and thought that he just wanted sex so much because 
it was new to him. There were times, even, when he didn't want any, but 
these were seldom. With Val, the more he got, the more he wanted. At school, 
he was pretty much of a loner. There was no one in whom he could confide, so 
he kept to himself. If he wasn't an introvert before his sexual awakening, 
he was fast becoming one under the new routine of his life. He noticed that 
his mother was edgy too, and this affected his feeling of security. She was 
working longer hours now that she had learned the bindery trade and when she 
did get off early she often stopped to have a few drinks before coming home. 
Or she would bring home a bottle "to relax" her. 

The truth was that Laura was beginning to feel the demands made on her by 
Val. What had begun as an urgent necessity had developed into a kind of trap 
for her. She was somewhat disconcerted by Val's expanding sensuality and 
felt responsible for it. She wished she could take back all that she had 
done, but she knew that this was impossible. Instead, she hoped that he 
would find other interests and indeed, she had noticed that he had slacked 
off in his demands of her. She didn't have the nerve, however, to ask if he 
had found a girl his own age to enjoy sexual relations with ... no, she was 
still touchy in that area. But still, she hoped that she would find a way to 
break off with Val and not hurt him. Or herself. 

Then, as if in answer to her desires, along came someone who might be the 
lover to turn the tables of her life. Burt Nevins had noticed Laura from the 
first day she came to work in the bindery. Quietly he had watched her and 
gradually they had become acquainted. He was a mild-mannered man, slightly 
older than Laura, who had been divorced twice. He was short with a slender 
build, close-set ferret eyes of hazel hue, a squat nose and thick dark hair. 
He was forty-one or forty-two and drank beer during the week because he 
usually spent most of his money going on a bat as soon as he got paid. He 
lived alone in a trailer a half block from the bindery. He wasn't neat as a 
housekeeper, but he kept his person clean and, because both his wives had 
left him, Laura felt something of a kinship with him. 

They often stopped after work to have a beer or a cocktail and in this way 
their friendship solidified. He liked Laura because she was prettier than 
either of his ex-wives and because she had a nice body to go with her 
pleasant personality. Gradually he learned as much of the story as she 
wanted him to know about her old man, Red. Laura looked like a pretty good 
deal to Burt because she had a home and kids, neither of which he had ever 
owned, and because she was bright and sensible where he was not. Burt had 
been a carney worker, a dishwasher, a stevedore, a truck driver, a busboy, 
short-order cook, janitor and once, a vacuum salesman for about a month. 

In short, Burt Nevins had been through the mill and around the horn. The 
other bindery workers were either women or married and it was perhaps 
natural that he and Laura would find each other under the circumstances. 
While he didn't make her heart flutter, he was male and he was 
companionship. It meant a great deal to her and she was grateful for his 
company. She looked forward to their cocktails or beers after work, but for 
those first several weeks that she knew him, her thoughts never went beyond 
that. Now, though, their relationship had developed to the point where she 
began to look at Burt as more than a friend, if not a potential husband. He 
had told her where he lived, but had also said that it wasn't fixed up and 
he was shy about inviting her over. So the idea had settled in her mind. Why 
not invite him to her home? It wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. She 
was almost divorced and she had children. "Would you like to come over this 
Friday for cocktails and dinner?" she asked him on Tuesday. 

"Why, I'd like that very much," he said. "But 

I insist on buying the refreshments." It was payday and he knew that it 
would represent a considerable saving to him in this instance. Better than 
hitting the honkytonks all night as he usually did. "Do you like Scotch?" 

"That sounds fine," she said. "Friday night. We can stop for a drink then 
you can follow me home in your car." 

"Swell," said Burt, and the matter had been settled. 

Laura had thought both Rena and Val would be home that Friday, but on 
Thursday night, Rena asked if she could go to the show with Linda. Laura 
agreed, but had hoped Burt could have met both children. She told Val that 
she was bringing someone home for dinner who worked at the bindery. She 
didn't say who it was and he imagined it was one of the other girls who 
worked there. 

Friday, after work, Laura and Burt stopped and had a couple of drinks. Then 
they cashed their checks at the market. Burt bought Scotch and soda and a 
bag of ice. Laura bought a few items for dinner. She planned to have lamb 
chops because they were not expensive and were easy to prepare. After they 
got their groceries, they had one more drink then drove to Laura's in their 
separate cars, neither of them feeling much pain. 

Burt was smacking his lips as he followed Laura up her driveway. He was 
impressed with her modest frame house, because it represented something he 
had never had. He had taken a couple of nips from a bottle stashed in his 
glove compartment as he drove so he was in a mellow mood when he followed 
Laura into the house. 

"Val," she called when they were inside. 

"Come here. I want you to meet somebody." 

Val came from his bedroom where he had been resting his eyes. He was 
surprised to see the man with his mother and he stopped up short. 

"Burt, this is my son, Val. Val, this is Mr. Nevins, my friend, who works 
where I do. We're going to have dinner together after a while." 

"Hey, a nice-looking youngster," said Burt, offering his hand. 

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Nevins," Val said nervously. He took the 
handshake, and thought it was weak. 

"Me too, son," said Burt. 

Val didn't like the "son" but he didn't say anything. He was a little 
piqued, though, that this guest turned out to be a man. He was wary and 
didn't want to appear so. He mumbled something about studying and left the 
room. 

"Fine boy," said Burt, when Val had left. "I compliment you, Laura." 

"Thanks, Burt. Now you just get comfortable here in the living room while I 
fix our drinks. I'll get things ready so that it won't take but a jiffy to 
fix supper. Rena, my daughter, went to a movie but you'll meet her 
sometime." 

"I'm looking forward to it," said Burt, finding himself a spot on the worn 
couch. "You got a nice place here." 

"Thank you. I won't be but a minute." She took his sack and hers into the 
kitchen. Burt looked at his surroundings and could see himself living there. 
It wasn't too much to hope for, he reasoned. Laura didn't go out with anyone 
else, he was almost sure. And she was a woman without a man. Maybe, he 
thought, he could be that man. He almost guffawed aloud thinking about his 
chances. 

Laura brought their drinks, took a sip, then went back to the kitchen to get 
things ready. She called for Val to help her and he came in reluctantly. 

"What'd you have to bring that creep here for?" he whispered. 

"Shh! Don't talk that way, Val. He's a nice man. He-he's been very kind to 
me." 

"Shit!" 

Laura was angry. "Don't you talk that way. You hear? Now, help me with the 
salad, will you? I want to be proud of you." 

Val pouted and helped her clean the vegetables. Laura got the chops on the 
platter, the oven heated, and the potatoes ready. She asked Val to set the 
table for three and then she joined Burt in the living room. Val would get 
over it, she thought. He probably resented any man since his father had 
left. It was only natural. 

Laura joined Burt in the living room with fresh drinks and as they talked, 
Val sulked back to his room, trying to control his anger. Burt Nevins' 
coming had caught him off balance. Val didn't know how to take it. Was this 
just a casual after-work thing, or did she plan to marry the creep? His 
blood turned to ice at the thought that his mother might have serious 
intentions about Nevins. Whatever the relationship, Val was shook up. His 
security had been threatened, his perch shaken, if ever so slightly. He 
threw himself on the bed in his room and tried to listen to what they were 
talking about in the living room. 

Laura and Burt chatted over their Scotches in low tones so that Val couldn't 
hear what they were saying. It was maddening. He decided to try and cool it 
because his ill temper was giving him a headache. He got a magazine out of 
his drawer and tried to shut out the low hum of voices in the next room. 

Burt was telling Laura how he'd started at the Bristol Bindery, as a janitor 
and handyman, four years ago. He'd become fascinated with the process of 
turning printed pages into bound books and magazines and had talked his way 
into a job at the bottom. Now he could run every machine in the place and 
felt secure. Laura couldn't help feeling that Burt was laying some 
groundwork for some kind of future proposition. It gave her a feeling of 
self-confidence to know this and, with the drinks, Burt didn't look so 
shabby as he did at work. In a home, he had an entirely different appearance 
than in the bar. She was feeling good from the drinks. It was pleasant 
talking to Burt, rather, listening to him. 

After the third drink, Laura forgot all about their supper. Or Val. She was 
more than tipsy, she was drunker than she ever had been. The empty stomach, 
the strangeness of having a man in the house after so many months, the 
drinks, all worked their special spell on her. Burt, too, was feeling no 
pain. But he had a much larger capacity than Laura. He was exulting in the 
limelight Laura furnished him. He felt warm and welcome sitting next to her 
on the couch. He too forgot about their expected supper and about her son 
somewhere in the house. 

"You're the nicest woman I ever met," he said, in a drink-thickened tongue. 

"Thank you, Burt. You're so nice," Laura said, fawning over him. 

"It's sure nice to be here with a swell woman like you, Laura." 

"Mmmmmm. You're my best friend ever," she said, her voice low and wavering. 

He took her hand in his. She liked his touch. She leaned over, near him and 
kissed him on the cheek. Encouraged by this, Burt moved close to her so that 
their thighs were touching. He took her in his arms and they kissed for the 
first time. It was not a sensual kiss, just a touching of lips, but it 
stirred up the fires in Laura. Burt was aroused instantly. He hadn't kissed 
a woman like Laura in a long time ... only the bar flies when he was drunk, 
the chippies he met when he had a heavy wallet. 

In a few minutes he was all over her. His hands were on her breasts, feeling 
them, on her waist, reaching under her dress. He was slobbering kisses all 
over her and she, in such a stupor she hardly knew what she was doing, was 
returning his kisses, surrendering to his embrace. In a dizzy haze, she 
thought she was with Red again, but no, it was someone else, someone 
different. It didn't make any difference. She was being loved and she wanted 
it. The room spun and the lights went haywire. She could feel herself being 
forced backward, her dress falling up above her knees, a hand crawling up 
her leg, touching her panties. 

Val, wondering when they were going to get around to dinner, walked in just 
at that moment. His eyes blazed with a fierce hatred. He clenched his fists 
and the room drenched red. A dizziness assailed him as he saw the two 
clothed bodies writhing awkwardly on the couch. The room reeked of alcohol. 
He saw the man groping his mother, his hand halfway up her dress, and a 
blind rage gripped him. "You sonofabitch!" he shrieked. 

The pair struggled to disentangle themselves from each other on the couch. 
Val had caught them by complete surprise. Even in their drunken haze they 
knew that they had a problem on their hands. Val's face was contorted with 
fury. Burt raised himself to a sitting position, his mind clearing. Somehow, 
he knew he had made an awful mistake. If only her kid hadn't been there! 
Another minute and he'd have been in her pants! He shook his head groggily. 
"I'm sorry," Burt blurted out. "I guess I got carried away." 

"Get out of here, you-you mother-fucker!" Val screamed. 

"Val!" his mother shouted. She tried to sit up straight. She knew she looked 
a mess. She felt woozy, but seeing Val angry made her afraid. 

"That sonofabitch better get out of here or I'll kill him!" Val said. He 
stepped toward Burt. 

Burt looked like he'd been kicked in the nuts. 

"Val, this is none of your business. It's as much my fault as..." 

"Get out, bastard!" Val screamed again. His eyes bugged out and his face was 
livid. He no longer had control over his emotions. He grabbed Nevins by the 
collar of his shirt and jerked him to his feet. His strength was multiplied 
by his uncontrollable rage. 

Burt trembled with fear. He didn't want this. He wished it had never 
happened. He just wanted to get away. The kid might make a scene and cause 
all the neighbors to rush in, the police. His face blanched and he stumbled 
away from Val, trying to get away. Val kicked at him, missing. 

"Burt, please," screamed Laura. "Don't leave like this!" 

"I've got to leave," he mumbled. "Sorry." 

"Val, stop it!" She was hysterical. 

Val took a swing at Burt and missed again. But Nevins had had enough. He 
shot to the door and went out. A moment later, Val and his mother heard the 
car start up and drive away. His mother broke into tears, holding her face 
in her hands. 

"That dirty bastard," Val said, his fists still clenched. He was shaking. 

"Oh, Val, you spoiled it. Why?" 

"You wanted that slimy fucker's hands up your dress? You wanted that creep 
handling you like a whore?" 

"No. I don't know. I didn't know it had gone that far. Oh, Val, I'm so 
sorry!" She looked up at him, the tears streaming down her face. 

"I could have killed him," Val said, still raging inside. 

"Oh, no, don't say things like that. He didn't mean anything. Really." 

"Shit. I saw him. I saw both of you. Oh, Mother, why did you do that with 
him?" He fought back the tears that threatened to come. 

"I-it was the drinks. Too much to drink," his mother said weakly. She stood 
up, unsteady on her feet. "Oh, dammit, now what will Burt think of me? Of 
us?" 

"I don't care. And neither should you. I don't want that sonofabitch or any 
other bastard in this house again. Do you understand? Do you?" He was 
shouting again, out of control. 

Laura bit her lip. She was frightened. She knew she had been wrong, but now 
her own son was threatening her, closing her in. 

"Val, I-I'm upset. Can't we talk about this later? You're upset too." She 
went to him, trying to calm him down. Val jerked his arm away when she 
touched it. 

"You-you!" he began. He couldn't say it. 

But Laura knew what he had been about to say. 

"You'd better never bring anybody home again," he said levelly. His voice 
was like a gun barrel, cold and deadly. 

"Please, Val, don't say anymore. I'm sorry. The evening's ruined." She 
patted his arm and he didn't pull away this time. Then she turned and 
lurched into her bedroom. She went into the bathroom and ran cold water. She 
splashed her face with it and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was 
mussed and her eyes rheumy. But the cold water helped and she felt better, 
though still woozy. Her emotions were all tangled up and she was afraid of 
what she had done to Val. To Val and to Burt. She felt crushed and 
depressed. 

A few moments later, Val came in the bedroom. She staggered out of the 
bathroom and he grabbed her in his arms. He led her to the bed and she 
tumbled onto it. "I'll help you," he said. He took off her clothes and was 
about to get her nightgown from her drawer when an uncontrollable urge for 
sex came over him. His mother lay on her back, naked, one arm thrown over 
her eyes. She was all but passed out. He turned off the bathroom light and 
the room was in darkness. His mother moaned but didn't move. Val could still 
see her lying there from the light that spilled into the room from the 
hallway. The dark patch between her legs enticed him. He began taking off 
his clothes, never taking his eyes off his mother's nude body. When he was 
undressed, he closed the door to the bedroom, then walked back over to look 
down on his mother. 

"Are you awake?" he asked. No answer. "Are you awake, Mom?" he asked more 
loudly. 

"Mmmmm," she muttered. He took it in the affirmative, but he wasn't sure. 
But looking at her nude body and knowing that he was alone with her in the 
house he again became excited. He crawled into bed beside her and began 
playing with her breasts. His hand went from breast to breast, inscribing 
circles with the palm. Next he went down to her crotch and felt the matted 
pubic hair and the cleft. 

"No, Val, go away," she mumbled. 

"No," he said tightly. 

"Too tired." 

"No, you're not. You weren't too tired for that creep." His anger suddenly 
arose again. 

"Please. I'm sorry," she said. She didn't open her eyes, but lay there in a 
stupor, half awake half asleep. 

Val kept his hand on her pussy. His erection came to life. He knew what he 
was going to do He put his finger inside her and began playing with her 
clitoris. She responded very lethargically, but he didn't mind. When the 
wetness was sufficient, he pulled himself over on top of her, his hardened 
cock aimed at her soaked slit. He wanted her so much now he couldn't wait to 
get it in her. But he looked at her, with her arm still thrown over her 
eyes, and he was glad that she wasn't fully awake. He wanted his revenge for 
what almost happened and it had nothing to do with the love they usually 
felt for each other. No, not now. Not after what happened with that creep! 

He spread her legs with both hands. They stayed where he put them. Then he 
rubbed his finger once more down her sex cleft and moved his hips closer. He 
wanted to jam his cock straight in her and all the way to the hilt in one 
savage stroke, but he had trouble finding the entrance without her help. The 
head of his swollen staff slid up and down her slit until it found the 
aperture, then went inside. Since she was not responding, though, he found 
he could not bury it in one stroke. He hunched down further, then found he 
could enter her all the way. He became very excited with the warmth 
enveloping his instrument. He began to fuck his mother with slow sure 
stroking. 

She moaned and muttered, still in her sodden stupor. Val began to like it. 
He pumped his cock in and out of her and she began to stir. "Val, wha-what 
are you doing?" she managed. 

"Like it?" he asked. 

"Oh, Val," she moaned. But she became caught up in his rhythms and soon her 
hips began to respond. This excited Val even more and he began concentrating 
so that he wouldn't ejaculate prematurely. He wanted his mother to remember 
this session. He was still angry with her because she had almost let herself 
be enjoyed by that Nevins bastard. Well, this night should let her know who 
was the boss. She better never bring anybody home again! 

He drove into her with a fury then. The thought of Nevins made him lose all 
restraint. He jammed his cock into her in long strokes that went from her 
lips clear up to her womb. Laura was becoming more awake with every stroke 
and she could tell the difference in her son. She was more than a little 
apprehensive. Val was fucking her with a savagery that she hadn't expected. 
She gushed every time his big cock made its downstroke and filled her cunt 
with swollen hot flesh. She thrilled to his manliness. But underneath, she 
felt a tremor of fear. Val was using this act to tell her that he was her 
master and her mind rebelled at this. She must be free to do what she 
wanted, yet she had to acknowledge that she was under obligation to her son, 
a terrible obligation, now. 

Had she had more strength, mental and physical, she would have thrown Val 
off her. But she became weaker with every stroke. The exquisite thrill of 
his cock throbbing over her clitoris was enough to turn her legs into jelly. 
Val was grinding into her with an animal-like intensity, wordless and 
strong. But every touch of him was thrilling to her and she was wracked with 
repeated orgasms of magnificent power. Her whole body quaked at this 
thrashing sex that was being wielded upon it by her son. She could no more 
have stopped him, then, than she could have stopped an earthquake. 

Val seemed to sense his mother's reaction. She seemed to be excited but 
holding back. This only infuriated him more. He increased his sexual attack 
upon her, for that's what it amounted to. He drove his rod in her as far as 
it would go and he never let up for a second. Faster and faster, he fucked 
her until her body began to move totally in counterpoint to his. The slap of 
their bodies cracked through the room like distant thunderclaps. 

Faster and faster he went, and Laura was caught up in the relentless rhythm 
of his love-making. She was drawn up with him and at the height of her 
greatest orgasm she screamed and dug her fingernails into Val's back. He 
felt the change and drove his cock in all the way as it exploded its sperm 
on the walls of her womb. He collapsed in her arms then, sated, as she 
gently stroked him back to earth. 

"Mom, I love you so much," he said weakly, his head buried between her 
breasts. 

"I know, Val," she said. "Perhaps too much." 

He fell asleep after a while, still huddled in her arms as though he were a 
small child. 

But Laura, despite her being inebriated, was unable to drop off right away. 
A wave of apprehension rose up in her breast as she thought of the evening. 
Val had protected her, she knew, but was this right? What would happen if 
she met a really decent man and especially one who wanted to marry her. She 
shuddered. It would be horrible if Val behaved anything like the way he did 
tonight. No, she was more than a little frightened of her son now. And of 
herself. She had started something that had grown bigger than she could have 
known. What she had created was larger than she or Val, separate or 
together. It threatened them both and at the moment she didn't know how to 
cope with it. Either it would run its course or... 

But she didn't know. Val looked so helpless, now, asleep. But she remembered 
the savagery in his manner when Burt was there and the almost rapacious way 
he had taken her tonight. For the first time since she had seduced her son, 
Laura was afraid. Deathly afraid. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

For the next few days things seemed to go along evenly at the Norris 
household, although one couldn't say normally. For the household had 
changed, even though none of its inhabitants were aware of the full extent 
of the changes. Val, for his part, thought that things would be as they 
were. He seriously thought that a crisis had been averted and that no more 
would ever come of it. Rena was happy and oblivious to the turmoil that had 
occurred with Burt Nevins' visit. Laura was the only one who felt the 
strange undercurrent of tension, that kept her slightly off balance. She 
maintained her composure with her children, however, especially with Val. 
She was nice to him as she was before, but wary, uncertain of how to handle 
him. She was very careful to handle him gently. 

She apologized to Burt, but there was no salvaging that relationship. In a 
way she was glad, because it would have presented more problems had Burt 
persisted in pursuing her. She told him merely that her children were still 
touchy over men after the treatment their father had given her and he seemed 
to understand that there was, after all, no future for him with Laura 
Norris. He was too thick to understand the turmoil inside her and if he 
needed an affirmation of the end of their budding friendship it was soon 
apparent. Laura no longer went to their old haunts after work. Instead, she 
stopped at new bars, met new friends. But she was careful not to encourage 
any of the men she met. She was on the defensive and a great deal of hope 
for her own future seemed to have been buried or set aside. 

She did continue her drinking, though. She didn't bring any liquor home very 
often. Instead, she would stop at neighborhood bars where she could enjoy 
male attention without running into Burt. She was attracted to another man 
at work, Hank Belitsky, but kept this to herself. He was unaware of her 
daydreams, however, because he was a hard worker and a loner whose job 
almost never brought him in contact with Laura. But she realized that she 
was trapped in her own home, now more than ever, and she quietly rebelled 
against her imprisonment without knowing just how to escape. 

Val became even more arrogant than before. His triumph over Burt Nevins gave 
him a swagger that was evident to his mother, Rena, and his schoolmates. He 
became something of a bully at school and this was partly due to his 
sensitivity about his private life. If he didn't like the drift of the 
sometimes earthy conversations of his schoolmates, he was apt to take quick 
offense and mete out swift reprisals. 

Rena was perhaps the more naive of the three. Her awakened sexuality didn't 
center on her brother as much as he would have wished. She enjoyed having 
sex with him, but she never considered it as anything more than a training 
ground, a source of problem-free pleasure. She had eyes on the boys at 
school and after her rapid maturity seemed a lot more grown up than she 
actually was. She was not intimidated, at first, by Val's demands and only 
had sex with him when she wanted it. He, as a matter-of-fact, didn't worry 
about this, because his sister was an outlet for sex only when his mother 
was not there. 

But Val was not totally content either. While he had come to accept his 
unique status in the home, he was not totally satisfied with his status 
outside of the home. He had no close friends and was not able to develop 
meaningful relationships with the girls his own age. He was handicapped by 
his smug feeling of superiority and also by his fear of upsetting his little 
kingdom at home. He had the mistaken feeling that he was needed for sex by 
both his mother and his sister. There was also a built-in feeling that he 
might fail with a girl his own age. He didn't have the confidence to seek 
out new partners for sex, probably because he knew that his only basis for 
experience was a taboo relationship at home. So Val had his conflicts and 
they were considerable. 

These conflicts became more upsetting in the days to come. After the Nevins 
incident he had neglected Rena somewhat because he had focused most of his 
attentions on his mother. Her near desertion of him for another man had 
greatly shaken his confidence. He unconsciously tried to firm up his 
relationship with his mother to the detriment of his attentions toward his 
sister. Rena didn't mind that he didn't come to her as often because, unlike 
him, she was interested in the boys her own age. One of them, Jim Eakens, 
liked her and they began a flirtation that soon had them both getting 
serious. 

Val became aware of this by accident, one day. He had come home before Rena 
and as Laura was still at work, he was home alone. He had been sitting in 
the living room, watching television, when he heard a car drive up and stop. 
When he didn't hear a car door slam, he went to the window and looked out. 
He saw Rena sitting in the front seat with a boy he didn't know. He felt his 
blood run hot. He peered out from the curtain so as not to reveal that he 
was watching them. For a few moments, Rena and the boy just talked, then he 
noticed them getting closer and closer together. His blood boiled higher at 
this, but he stayed motionless behind the curtain. He then saw Rena lean 
over and kiss the boy. Then the boy took her in his arms and they necked 
passionately for several minutes. Val clenched his fists as jealousy for his 
sister blurred his vision and enveloped him in a crimson haze. 

"That bitch," he muttered to himself. Still he watched while his sister and 
the boy, oblivious to neighbors or himself, messed around with each other in 
the car. He wanted to tear out of the house and jerk Rena out of the car, 
drag her back in the house and beat her up. He knew this would be a terrible 
mistake on further reflection, however, so he just stood there, blazing with 
a subdued anger. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he couldn't help 
himself. He thought of Rena as his exclusively, and the sight of the other 
boy out there was an injustice in his own mind. 

"Damn Rena," he muttered again. He felt helpless standing there and yet it 
did some good. He was able to think about the situation much more calmly 
than if he were in the middle of it. What was he getting mad about, he asked 
himself. Rena was just doing what all girls her age did. But no, it did make 
him angry, because he was jealous. He was afraid Rena would go farther with 
that boy, would fuck him. This thought made Val's anger flame up again. But 
he couldn't interfere with Rena as he had his mother, could he? 

He decided not to let Rena know that he had seen her out in the car necking 
with that creep. 

Not yet. It would be hard, he knew, to keep his information to himself, but 
he would. It might blow everything. Rena wasn't his mother and she wasn't 
half drunk. It could get damned ugly. Fuck her, anyway. She wasn't worth it. 
He began to think of his sister as a little slut. Now that he had broken her 
in, she was probably out trying to fuck every guy she could. Well, he'd 
teach her a fucking lesson, damn her! She couldn't pull that shit on him! 

He saw them breaking up and Val quickly left the window and went back to the 
couch. He sat there watching the TV set, but not seeing anything while his 
thoughts whirled. Was she coming in? It was sure as hell taking her a long 
enough time. He wrung his hands and at the same time tried to look relaxed 
for when she came in through the door. It seemed hours before he heard the 
car door slam. Then it seemed hours more before the guy gunned his engine 
and then roared off up the street. Eternities later, he heard her footsteps, 
then the door opening. 

"Oh, hi, Val," she said airily as she came in. "I didn't know anybody was 
home." 

"Yeah, hi. Just me. Mom's still at work." 

"Yeah, I know." She waltzed on by him and went into her room. Val sat there, 
grinding his teeth, wanting to shout at her and maybe give her a slap on the 
mouth. He tried to stay cool. He waited until he thought it was okay and 
then got up and walked casually back to her room. He didn't know what he was 
going to do, but at least wanted to see what she was doing. The jealousy of 
the other boy still hovered at the corners of his mind. He opened the door 
to her room. He had been so quiet in coming that he startled her. She was in 
her slip. 

"Oh, Val, you scared me," she said. She looked so damned innocent, he 
thought. 

"Just wanted to see what you were doing," he said. He went over and sat on 
the bed. Rena became suddenly self-conscious. He watched her closely as she 
rummaged in a drawer for her jeans. "Don't put anything on yet," he said 
huskily. 

She looked at him. His eyes had a funny look to them. "How come?" 

"Well, maybe I don't want you to," he said. 

"Come on, Val, don't get into that," she said. She knew what he was 
thinking. Her mind was still on Jim Eakens. She was excited over their heavy 
necking that had left her juices stirring without any real satisfaction. Oh, 
they hadn't done anything much, but she knew it was only a matter of time. 
Jim wanted her and this ride home was just one of the preliminaries. She 
didn't want Val to know about it, though. 

"Why not?" he asked, hoping that his suspicions didn't show in his voice. 

"Well, you know. We shouldn't mess around all the time." 

"We don't," he said evenly, holding back his anger mixed with desire. 

"We do enough." 

He looked at her breasts underneath her slip. He looked at her bare legs and 
naked feet. He was very excited. He wanted her. There was a growing bulge in 
his pants. He wanted to fuck her right then. In her slip. He could see the 
outline of her panties and that excited him. "Come here," he ordered. 

"Val, come on. Not now." 

"Don't give me any shit, Rena! Now!" 

"Man, you're really pushy, aren't you? What if I don't want to?" 

"Make it easy on yourself. I'm hot, Rena." 

"Oh, shit!" 

He got up from the bed and unzipped his pants. Rena watched him, half 
disgusted with his manner. 

He took out his half-hard cock and showed it to her. "Come here," he said 
again. 

"Do you have to be so crude about it?" she asked. 

"Then come here," he said inanely. 

She could see that it was going to be no use arguing with him. Besides, she 
was still warmed up from the petting she had had with Jim. She didn't want 
Val, though, not really. But he was acting funny. Showing his penis like 
that. She came over to him. He took her in his arms and pulled her against 
his hard cock. 

"Feel it?" he husked. 

"Yes, I feel it." 

"Would you like it inside you?" 

"Oh, damn you. Yes. If you want to." 

He kissed her hard on the mouth and bent her back. His cock was rubbing 
right up against her cunt. He liked the feel and rustle of her slip against 
his clothes. Her smell excited him because he knew she had been with another 
boy, kissing him, perhaps feeling his crotch, touching him in private 
places. He could feel her body gradually yield to him, mold itself to his 
own. He kissed her more tenderly, then, his tongue searching for hers. He 
found it and her own tongue responded, jabbing back, nicking tip to tip, 
curling underneath, bringing saliva to their mouths like the juices that 
flowed from their secret places. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned, her body pressing against his more firmly. 

His hand went down to her leg, lifted up her slip and encountered her 
panties. The feel of her vaginal mound made his cock strain as it rose 
higher in tumescence. He rubbed his hand up and down the hardness of her 
bony ridge. He slid his hand alongside her panties where they held tight 
against her crotch. He pushed aside the nylon and his finger found the 
crevice. 

"Oh, Val," she murmured, breaking her kiss for a moment as they stood there 
embraced. 

His finger slipped past the thick flesh of her cleft and found the moist 
slit and the contracted orifice of her cunt. He dabbled it inside and the 
suction took over, bringing his finger to her dormant clit. Abrasively he 
fingered it until it stood rigid, twanging silently like a guitar string 
that is only felt and reverberates unheard somewhere in velvet depths. 

Rena felt the reverberations in her body. The twanging of her clit sent 
shock waves all through her flesh. The memory of Jim was gone; replaced by 
the all-pervading presence of her brother with his finger up inside her, 
touching that marvelous magic button that brought her so much exquisite 
pleasure. Her love oils flowed like spring freshets, lubricating her for his 
more serious entrance later on. She clung to him like a wanton, feeling the 
hard prod of his cock leaking pre-coital fluid against her bare leg. 

When Val tired of his digital manipulations, he moved Rena around so that 
her back was to her bed. Then he bent her over so that her buttocks rested 
on the edge. That is, Rena was half on and half off the bed. Val undressed 
while she waited for his next move. He did it quickly, then went to his 
knees. He pulled her panties down and threw them several feet away. Rena 
started to pull her slip off over her head. 

"No," he told her. "Leave it on." 

Puzzled, Rena looked at him, but she let the nylon tricot full slip slide 
back down her body. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the hem fell just below 
the "Y" where her legs met her torso. Val looked at her for a long moment. 
Her bare shoulders, bare legs were accented by the white slip. Her breasts 
swelled underneath the bodice. The twin pelvic bones framed her soft rounded 
tummy. He got up and put his hand on her love mound again, rubbing the 
length of it outside of her slip. Rena shuddered at the delight of his 
touch. Then he lifted her slip so that her cunt was visible. He rubbed it 
the same way now that it was exposed. He knelt again and kissed her on the 
tummy. 

Rena squealed with delight. "Oooooh, you turn me on," she said. 

Val's erection waved at her as he stood up again. "Just stay there on the 
edge like that," he said. He straddled her and she reached out with both 
hands for his swollen member. He waddled in between her legs and she put the 
head of his big cock to her pussylips. 

"Can you do it this way?" she asked. 

"I'm going to try." 

"I'll help." She pushed upward with her vagina and his cock's head slid 
along her cleft, sending electrified current through every nerve in her 
body. She pulled his cock up and down on the moistened slit. Val smiled at 
her. It felt good. The tender warhead tingled at this affectionate handling. 
The best part of it for both of them was that they could see everything that 
went on. It brought excitement to both of them 

Rena loved the feel of his big cock in her hand. She had taken one away and 
was rubbing his member into her velvety cunt with the other. Looking at its 
hugeness and feeling its contact on her sensitive lips made her nerve ends 
dance like corn tassels in the wind. Val was delighted that she had taken 
this initiative and his previous angry thoughts about her faded away with 
the excitement of her touch and her manipulation. 

"You can do that all day long," he said, "and I won't mind." 

"Feel good?" 

"Delicious." 

He gave a pump and his cock poked hard against the top of her slit, going a 
little deeper as she pulled it down the crevice. 

"Better," she said, looking at the way his organ settled into her groove. 

He could barely contain his excitement as she slid his malehood up and down, 
up and down the lubricated runner. He began to pump a little, jabbing her, 
his pecker bouncing as it went. Rena spread her legs wider. Her slip slid 
down so that it touched her hand and his cock. The silky feel of the fabric 
on his member brought him further excitement. She pulled the slip up with 
her other hand, but Val knew it would fall down once she took her hand away 
and he entered her. 

Rena ached for him to fill her love tunnel. His prick had become a tease to 
all the waiting fibers of flesh just inside where she dabbled it. She pulled 
on his cock each time it passed her hole, trying to get him to stick it in. 
Val, too, was now ready to fuck her. His back ached from the half-crouched 
position he was in. The next time Rena pulled on his member, he pushed and 
it sank into the steaming orifice. Rena gave a gasp and felt her insides 
gush with new soakings. 

"Wow," she said. 

She took her hand away and let him arc his cock into her all the way. Her 
slip did slide down her tummy until it fell on his sliding organ. He leaned 
over her body so his body was covering her. She bore the brunt of his weight 
but he felt no heavier than a feather on top of her. That big cock of his 
was slipping in and out of her cunt like a piston, oiled and hot, smooth and 
maddening as it twanged her clit. 

Val looked at Rena and was suffused with love for her. Her eyes were glazed, 
her lips half open, her neck stretched taut. She was resting on her elbows 
and Val lay on her. his arms straight out as props on the bed. He drove his 
cock in and out with measured rhythm, knowing that each stroke made Rena 
headier, more electrified with his presence. The silk feel of her slip on 
his organ added new zest to his love-making. He looked down at her plump 
legs and could just see his cock under the lace hem of the slip. The 
concealment of her pussy was tantalizing, sexier than anything he had ever 
known. 

Val deliberately went slow so as to prolong both their pleasures. He knew 
Rena was getting to the point of her first orgasm because her breathing was 
coming in shallow quick drafts, timed to his thrusts. For himself, drawing 
his shaft in and out of her was an exquisite joy, by far the most enjoyable 
sex he had had yet. The slip she wore, for some reason he couldn't quite 
fathom, made his pleasure quick and aching with a hint of mystery and not a 
little of forbidden pleasure. Had she been naked, he probably would have 
gotten his rocks off and that would have been it. But the slip stayed him, 
gave him control, made him the master of her. He looked down at his cock 
sliding in and out underneath the slip, disappearing between her legs. There 
was a remarkably delightful tactile pleasure from the soft whispering of the 
nylon on his naked flesh, as well. 

Rena, too, enjoyed the variety inherent in this sexual act with her brother. 
She could feel the undercurrent of difference. The slight pressure of Val's 
body on hers, with the slip in between, gave their fuck all the aspects of a 
quiet and almost solemn rape. It was as if he had discovered her in her room 
half dressed and taken her by force, only in this case the force was 
implied. Because Val was gentle and slow with her, she was passive with him. 
She enjoyed seeing his organ disappear under her slip and the feeling of it 
as it slid up her love tunnel. She felt the first stings of orgasm, the 
quick taking up of her body as his cock thrummed her clit sending sparks 
along the feather edges of her nerves. Quick flashes of lightning seemed to 
scurry over and through her body like will-o-the-wisp, certain little 
ignitions that raced through her blood, tingling in her veins and 
capillaries. 

She looked up at his determined face every so often. She could see his love 
mingled with the concentration. She wanted him to know that she loved him 
too. She wanted him to see how happy she was with his cock stabbing in and 
out of her. She wanted him to see her face every time one of those love 
spasms wracked her body. Her hips began to move in a slow rocking motion, up 
and down and in a gentle circle, grinding ever so slowly as he impaled her 
on his sex lance. She watched his face for a reaction and could see that he 
liked this new little twist she was giving to their lovemaking. She wished 
he weren't so far away, propped up like that over her, but she liked the way 
his cock touched everything inside her. She liked how deep it went and how 
it felled her with its heat. 

Rena had started the pills a week ago. She hadn't told Val about it and 
suddenly she remembered. She half smiled as a shudder overtook her. "You can 
come inside me, Val," she said. 

"What?" 

"I said, it's all right. You can leave it in." 

"I can?" 

"Uh huh. I'm protected." 

"The pill? What?" 

"Uh huh. The pill. It's okay. I want you to." 

"Jesus." He rammed her hard and she came like an explosion from a gun. 

This new bit of news added still another dimension to their lovemaking. Val 
smiled, unable to conceal his obvious excitement. It would be so good to 
stay in there this time ... to stay where it was warm and tender as he did 
with his mother. He was very proud of Rena and very happy that she had done 
this for him. This made it certain that she had been thinking of him. He 
felt sorry now that he had doubted her. That boy was nothing, just another 
dude out for kicks. She had taken the pill for him, to increase his 
pleasure. He lay on her a moment and kissed her in gratitude. Rena kept her 
hips moving up and down as he kissed her. It felt wonderful. 

He pushed her farther up on the bed. Rena gladly slid up and they didn't 
break their connection as he slid along with her, fucking her every inch of 
the way. He pushed her slip up out of the way for the finish. He didn't want 
any hindrance when he went all the way in his final drive toward his own 
orgasm. The bed sank under their weight and he began fucking her in earnest, 
the play over. He was totally absorbed in her. Her face was next to his and 
he almost smothered her with his own body. 

"That's it, Val," she said. "Fuck me good now." 

"I will," he said. He increased his rhythm, socking his meat in and out of 
her slick smooth hole with a veritable vengeance. Despite his weight, Rena 
responded with her own hip and thigh motions, now grinding, now pumping, so 
that his organ flayed around inside her like a maddened battering ram. It 
seemed to her that not a square millimeter of her flesh escaped his probing. 
It was a totally exquisite experience and it seemed to both of them that 
they were finally one person. 

In a matter of moments he was at the point of climax. His strokes were very 
short now because he wanted to stay deep inside her. He put his organ all 
the way up in her and pumped with furious jabs until his sperm began to boil 
and finally explode in her womb like flaming lava. Rena attained her orgasm 
at the exact instant as he and this was quickly followed by another and 
still another. She held him inside her for a very long time, not wanting to 
release him. He made a few more ineffectual pumps, but his energy had been 
spent. The head of his prick was extremely tender and he winced as it 
withdrew? 

"Oh, Val, you took my breath away," she murmured, after he had tumbled out. 

"That was the best ever, Rena." 

"I know. Outta sight." 

They both laughed. He plopped beside her and ran his hand over her firm soft 
belly. She was all his now, he felt. She had to be. No one could ever fuck 
her like that. No one but he . could ever make her this happy. 

"Rena," he said, then paused. 

"Huh?" 

"Rena, you know I don't want you messing around with anybody else." 

"What?" 

"Well, you know. I'm kind of jealous. I want to be your only man." 

"Well, you are." 

"I mean all the time." 

She didn't answer. What could she say? She liked him for saying that he was 
jealous, but she was apprehensive about his restriction. At the moment she 
certainly didn't want any other boy, but, like wow, all the time. She didn't 
know. She just didn't know. She patted his hand on her belly as if to 
reassure him. Val smiled to himself. He was certain that he had laid down 
the terms and that she had accepted. But Rena wasn't sure at all, though, 
and she kept this to herself. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

It was nearing summer vacation and Val was anxious to get his grades up. His 
marks had slipped last semester and he was earnestly trying to bring them 
up, primarily because his mother expected it of him. He was warned that 
perhaps he wouldn't be able to do "other things" if he did not take the time 
to study. 

Nothing more was mentioned concerning the Burt Nevins incident and he 
realized that he had strengthened his hold over her. But she was still his 
mother and he could only get by with so much insubordination. The grades 
were something he had to attend to and he preferred to do this after school 
hours in the library so that he wouldn't be distracted by being home alone 
with Rena. 

Rena quickly became bored being home alone, with no Val to give her the 
attention she had come to expect. So, she had welcomed the further pursuit 
of her charms by Jim Eakens, despite Val's veiled threats to her about 
boyfriends. She and Jim had been up to some very heavy necking and she had 
let him know that if his timing were right she wouldn't put up much 
resistance if he wanted to go all the way. This was fuel to Jim's 
ever-increasing ardor and he fully planned to put the make on Rena the first 
chance he got. 

Jim was not a precocious boy, but he had passed puberty and liked Rena a 
hell of a lot. A lanky blonde boy, he was a great deal like Val, except that 
he was in the upper ten percent of his class. Shy and studious, he was not 
attractive to most girls, but Rena had seen something of his loneliness, 
perhaps, and was drawn to him. Jim lived with his widowed father and it was 
a boring existence. Rena was the closest he had ever gotten to a girl and he 
was like a puppy around her. She could snap her fingers and he would do her 
bidding, Rena enjoyed this part of their relationship too, partly because 
she felt so dominated by Val. He was a few months older than Rena so she 
enjoyed her apparent superiority over him. 

While she felt sorry for Jim, he reminded her of her own innocence of a few 
months before and she would have sworn that he was a virgin. In this she was 
correct, although Jim didn't make a point of broadcasting it. Still, he had 
said enough so that she knew what his sexual status was. So it was that they 
had come together and found needs within each other so that they were both 
comfortable with one another and curious as to how and when "it" would 
happen. Jim had become like a young dog hanging around a bitch in heat. He 
wanted Rena and he was fairly certain that she wanted him. He was doing his 
best to see that he kept her warmed up enough in the front seat of his car 
so that she would remember him when he dropped her off at her home. 

There was something peculiar about Rena that he had not noticed, however. 
She didn't let him bring her right to her door since that first: day. Until 
lately. He didn't know the reason for this, because she didn't give him any. 
He supposed it was because she didn't want to get a bad reputation with the 
neighbors or something. Anyway, the last couple of days she had let him 
drive her home, although she had not let him kiss her or touch her within a 
few blocks of the house. 

But today, not only had she allowed him to drive her home, but she had 
invited him in. He was walking on air as they went inside. Rena, though, had 
known that Val would study at the school library for at least two hours and 
she had felt safe. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do with 
Jim, but she at least wanted to show him more than he had noticed in the 
short trips after school in his car. She wanted him to know that she was a 
lot more passionate than he probably thought she was. Without Val around to 
put a damper on her endeavors, she felt sure that she could give Jim a hint, 
at least, about what she expected from him. 

"Want a Coke or something?" she asked Jim when they got to the living room. 

"Hey, sounds wild," he said, sitting on the couch. He didn't really want 
one, but he didn't want to seem too anxious to neck again with Rena. 

She brought Cokes from the refrigerator and sat down next to Jim. They each 
took a sip and then Jim leaned back. 

"Your pad's outta sight," he said, conversationally. "Just you and your 
brother and mom live here?" 

"Uh huh." 

There was a long pause while Rena looked at Jim. He cleared his throat and 
tapped his fingers on the back of the couch. Finally, Rena could stand the 
awkwardness no longer. She knew she didn't have all the time in the world. 
"Are you going to kiss me, Jim?" she asked bluntly. 

"Well, gee, yeah," he said, moving toward her, his face a beet crimson. 

The minute their lips made contact, Rena scooted closer to him. She wanted 
him to get his hands on her as quickly as possible. She made sure that one 
of her breasts touched him on his chest. Her kiss was wet and passionate 
with her tongue performing pirouettes and arabesques inside his mouth. She 
could almost feel Jim get hot as her tongue worked against his, jabbing, 
undercurling and overlapping with urgent abandon. 

Jim's pulse leaped a dozen beats at the aggressiveness of Rena's attack. He 
hadn't expected that she would plunge right in but he was determined to take 
advantage of it. His hands began to knead her shoulders as he kissed her, 
returning tongue feint for tongue feint. He pulled her into him, feeling the 
softness of her breast against his ribs. Her mouth seemed to be steaming. 
Her body was so pliable he felt that he could do anything he wanted with 
Rena. The bulge in his pants grew as his maleness became apparent. 

Rena allowed herself to go limp in Jim's arms. She wanted him to think that 
he could do anything with her that he wanted. She was hot with desire for 
him and hoped that he would hurry. If not, she decided, she would help him 
through all of the preliminary decisions. For the moment, however, she let 
him have his head, let herself be pliable in his eager hands. She was hot 
and she hoped that she could communicate to him just how hot she was. 

Jim sensed that Rena wanted more than a sexy French kiss this time. She 
seemed to be putty in his hands. He sent a tentative hand down from her 
shoulder to her breast. He touched it and she didn't draw away. He grew 
bolder and touched more of it and still she was compliant. He took the 
breast in his palm and began to knead it gently. She moaned in his arms and 
he took it for an affirmative sign. 

Their petting got heavier and heavier. Jim's hand was grinding into Rena's 
breast and their kiss had so much suction in it that they could hardly 
breathe fresh air except through their nostrils. But Rena wished Jim would 
throw her back on the couch and fuck her. She wanted him to overwhelm her so 
that she could be the passive one, not the aggressor. But knowing Jim, she 
was afraid that he didn't have that much courage. But she knew how to give 
it to him. Her hand found its way down to his crotch. He nearly jumped a 
foot when she touched his hard cock that was bulging like a hungry python 
underneath his pants. She grabbed what she could of it and gave it a sure 
steady squeeze. 

Jim's heart jumped up into his throat. Rena really wanted it! He almost 
fainted from this bold touch of hers. If she only knew how exquisite that 
touch was; how it made him feel! He wanted her so badly now he could feel it 
all through his body. But he didn't know what he was supposed to do next. He 
tried to kiss her harder but that was impossible. They had already exhausted 
all of the possibilities of oral kissing. He felt her turn resilient in his 
embrace and he pushed her so that they both fell; she backward, he on top of 
her. She had to release her hold on his joint and their position was 
awkward. 

"Oh, Jim," she moaned, because their kiss, too, had been broken. 

"Rena," he breathed. 

But he sat back up and she, bewildered, sat up, too. He had had his chance, 
why didn't he go further, press his advantage ? She was slightly annoyed, 
somewhat disgusted with his lack of balls. She straightened her hair as 
though it had been an accident that they had fallen over together. Shit! 
What now ? They looked at each other. 

"I-I guess we got carried away," Jim said. 

"I guess so," she agreed. Damn him! What did she have to do? Rape him? 

"I-I'm sorry," he said. 

"Why? You didn't do anything." She meant that. 

"I guess I'm getting a little hot," he said. "Me, too. Don't you want to." 

"Get hot?" 

"Well, that. And, well, you know?" 

He struggled with a soft lump in his throat. It was hard to breathe. He was 
sure he knew what she meant, but he wasn't sure. Damn, it was getting so 
complicated. He hadn't expected this. Her hand had touched his cock, though. 
That was real. That was a sign that she was receptive. He kissed her again, 
to keep from talking, to find time to think. She eagerly received his tongue 
and wetly returned his kiss, her mouth wide open. Her hand groped for his 
crotch again. This time there was no doubt in his mind. She wanted him to go 
all the way! 

Her hand found his bent knob again and squeezed it hard. She could feel it 
grow at her touch. She fumbled for the buttons on his jeans. They were so 
tight she couldn't get one free easily. She rubbed his cock which was bent 
almost double in the confinement of his pants. She pulled hard on one of the 
buttons and it came free. Quickly, urgently, she undid two more buttons, 
then her fingers forced their way inside, encountering the cloth of his 
shorts. Pulling the shorts, she managed to get inside them and find the warm 
hard flesh of Jim's cock. 

She straightened it out and pulled it partially free of his shorts and 
jeans. It emerged at an angle, but she was able to clasp it in her hand. 
Finally, she breathed to herself. She wanted to look at it, but Jim was 
kissing her so hard it would look slutty for her to break it off and gaze 
down at him. So she pulled on his cock and stretched it out as much as she 
could. Her loins ached with her own need. She wanted his cock to delve 
between her legs and assuage the itching that made her vagina contract and 
expand with an unfulfilled desire. 

Jim's hand went to her breast again, pressing it in a circular motion. Was 
that all he knew how to do ? She took his hand away and brought it down to 
her lap. Now, dammit, maybe he would get the idea that she had something 
between her legs too. She pulled on his cock with a wrench that brought a 
curse to his lips. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jim. Did I hurt you?" She gasped for air once the kiss was 
broken. 

"Uh, no, just gave me a-a funny feeling is all." 

"Do you like this?" she asked. "Uh huh." 

She jacked his cock up and down a few times. His hand lay in her lap, more 
near her tummy than her pussy. She wished he would get it up under her 
miniskirt. That was where she ached so much, where she needed his touch! She 
took his hand again and put it down on her thigh. He squeezed the flesh 
there and she thought, finally, he was going to get the idea. She jacked him 
fast a couple more times. "Put your hand on me," she whispered urgently. He 
awkwardly moved it toward her nest slightly. "Higher," she said, hating 
herself for having to be so commanding. But the big jerk was doing nothing 
important 

Jim moved his hand up her leg to her panties. His cock jumped with the new 
surge of blood that coursed its length. He felt the softness of the material 
and, fumbling badly, he brought his fingers to her mound. She was damp where 
her love fluids had leaked through, damp and steaming. 

Rena gave her vagina a shove into Jim's hand. His touch was maddening. She 
wanted him to put his finger inside her, but she wasn't sure he was getting 
the message. But no, he had moved his hand and was now trying to get inside. 
She spread her legs so that he would have as little hindrance as possible. 
Jim ran his hand down along the lining and got it just inside the 
tight-fitting underwear. The feel of her flesh was like the burning of a 
firebrand on his hand. The kinky pubic hairs were a new experience for him. 
She scooted sideways so that he would get his hand where it counted. She 
still maintained her tight grip on his now fully erected prick. She squeezed 
it spasmodically to keep his interest high, but she was mainly concerned 
about his hand. She wished he would just rip off her panties and throw a 
fuck to her without any of this preliminary bullshit. She was so hot she 
could hardly stand it. 

Jim represented a new freedom to her. He was an extension of experience. 
There was no lessening of her feelings for her brother, but she wanted more. 
She wanted to be loved by someone else. Perhaps it was proof that she 
needed, proof of normalcy, proof that she was desirable to different boys, 
not just her brother. She hoped Jim would take her and give her what she 
needed. She was glad that she had picked someone like him but wished he were 
at least slightly more aggressive. She had no doubt of his masculinity nor 
of his desire for her-it was just his damned fumbling that drove her up the 
wall. She knew that Val wouldnt' have acted this way. He would have gone on 
in and made her right there, panties or not. Rena wished she didn't have 
them on. She knew a lot of girls at school didn't wear panties and now she 
was beginning to see why. It made things a hell of a lot easier when you 
didn't have much time and when you wanted to get fucked real badly. But it 
was too late for that now. She had them on and she would know better next 
time. Damn Jim, why didn't he hurry! 

She leaned back a little so that her skirt came up higher. Now Jim could see 
her thighs, bare and inviting, and the mound underneath her panties where 
his hand was trying to do something strange and new to his experience. Her 
new position helped Jim a little. He was now able to pull her panties out a 
little farther at the crotch so that his hand had more room to move. He 
could feel the twin folds of her cunt. Some of the moisture was still 
seeping out and it added to his excitement. He managed to part her lips with 
his middle finger but had to scoot around closer to her for leverage. She 
held on to his cock, rubbing it up and down slowly. 

"Why don't you take my panties off?" she said. 

He gulped and looked at her. He took his hand out of her panties as though 
it was on fire. She had to release her hold on his member while he shifted 
position again. She stuck out her legs and he ineptly pulled her panties 
down a little distance. 

"All the way off," she said. 

"Okay." He managed to get them off and then didn't know what to do with 
them. He finally stuffed them between the cushions on the couch. Her pussy 
stared at him. She spread her legs wider to show him what she wanted. He had 
never seen a vagina close up before, only in magazines and once or twice his 
mother's at a distance. Now he gazed at Rena's almost reverently. His hard 
continued to stay up and when he hesitated, Rena grabbed it again and pulled 
him closer to her. When he still didn't take any initiative, she took his 
hand again and put it on top of her love mound. 

"Now do it," she said. 

He knew what she meant, somehow. He parted her lips with his finger and 
managed to insert it a little ways. The suction of her cunt surprised him. 
He finger-fucked her in and out, but to Rena's annoyance he wasn't touching 
her clitoris. 

"Deeper," she said. "Come on, you won't hurt me." 

"This is new to me," he blurted. "Me, too," she lied. "But you've got me so 
hot, Jim." 

Her words reassured him and he poked his finger inside her a little further, 
finally finding the clit, although he didn't know what he was doing. Rena, 
happy at last, jerked his rod up and down. Jim shuddered. 

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked. 

Jim hesitated. "I-I'm scared, I guess," he said. 

"Well, we don't have too much time," she said. 

"I guess that's why I'm scared. I'm afraid somebody will come in." 

Rena was silent. This had put a damper on her feelings too. They had been 
heavy at it for too long a time. 

"Well, if you're not, at least keep doing what you're doing." 

He finger-fucked her, deeper this time, with longer strokes. Rena got 
excited again because his finger was touching her love button, bringing her 
all the electric sensations that she dug. She began jacking Jim off, her 
hand tighter on his cock, moving up and down its length faster and faster. 
In a few moments, Jim gave a little cry and stopped his fingerfucking. He 
shuddered and his milky sperm came shooting out of his cock. It spouted out 
straight up into the air and fell all over Rena's cunt, her miniskirt, 
blouse and chin. She was disappointed. She had been about to come herself 
when he had reached orgasm. Now he had made a mess of things. She got up and 
tried to stop his spurting. She had never seen so much come before. It was 
all over everything. 

Jim wore an expression of complete subjugation on his face. A wistful smile 
played on his lips. His jaw hung slack and his eyes were wide and 
unbelieving. "Man," was all he could say. 

Rena was halfway disgusted with him. She rummaged around for her panties and 
began wiping up the spots where his sperm had flecked the couch. "I've got 
to clean this up," she said. She went into the bathroom and threw her 
panties in the clothes hamper. Then she ran cold water over a washcloth and 
brought it into the living room. Jim had put his penis back in his jeans and 
was buttoning up. Rena gave him a look of disgust and began wiping away the 
traces of their masturbation session. Her clothes were spotted with it, too. 

"I-I'm sorry it got all over," Jim said. 

"Well, never mind. It couldn't be helped. I hope you're happy." This last 
she said with a sarcastic inflection. 

"I-I guess so. I, well, that never happened to me before." 

"Maybe next time you'll do something different, huh?" 

"Yeah. Gee Rena, I feel so small." 

She finished wiping up and went back to the bathroom, throwing the cloth in 
the hamper. Then she went to her room and changed her clothes quickly and 
came back into the living room. Jim was still standing there like a fool. 
She felt sorry for him. 

"There, now," she said. "Everything's back to normal." 

"Yeah. Maybe I better go home," he said. 

She wanted him to go, but not before she gave him a reminder that she still 
wanted more than he had given her. She went to him and put her arms around 
him. She raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He kissed her back. 

"Later," she said. Her hand went to his crotch and felt for his prick. It 
was soft, but she found the lump and gave it a squeeze. "Think of me," she 
whispered. 

"I will," he said. 

It was then that they heard the door open. Rena's blood froze. She whirled, 
jerking her hand away from Jim's crotch and saw Val standing there, his eyes 
blazing. Jim coughed and stood there like a post. His face was strawberry 
with Rena's lipstick swatches all over it. 

"What the hell..." Val said. 

"Hi, Val," Rena said, her throat constricted with a nameless fear. 

"Get the hell out of here," Val said to Jim. "That your brother." 

"Yes, that's Val, Jim." 

"Hey, man, Rena invited me here," he told Val. 

"I don't give a fuck if the president invited you. Get your ass out of 
here!" Val threw his books down on the chair by the door and came at Jim 
with his fists clenched. 

"Why, you little punk," Jim said, angry now. 

"Who're you callin' a punk?" asked Val, wading into Jim with his fists 
flying. The force of his rush caught Jim off guard and he fell back under 
the onslaught. Val gave him no chance to recover. He was on him like a 
tiger, fists smashing into flesh and bone. Rena began yelling at them to 
stop but neither boy heard her. 

Vainly, Jim tried to ward off Val but he was ineffectual in the face of the 
smaller and younger boy's fury. He half stood and Val waded in again, his 
fists connecting with Jim's face. The older boy's nose began to bleed, 
sputtering out the crimson liquid until the lower part of his face was 
drenched. 

"Stop it,Val!" Rena screamed and this time she was heard. 

Val stopped, his fists still clenched white in anger. "Get out of here, you 
sonofabitch!" he shouted at Jim. 

Jim got his handkerchief out of his pocket and began dabbing at the blood 
dripping from his nose. He hurt all over and he wanted no more of Rena's 
brother. 

"I-I'm going," he said. 

"Val, you're a-a bastard!" Rena said, and ran from the room. 

Jim stumbled across the floor and out the door, groggy. 

Val followed him and slammed the door behind him. He was shaking now that 
his fury was spent. Why had he let himself lose control like that ? He knew 
it was because that guy had called him a punk. And because he knew Rena and 
he had been fooling around. For how long? Not long enough, he was sure. But 
he didn't like it. He didn't like it a damned bit. He stormed into Rena's 
room and found her on the side of the bed, trembling with her own anger. 

"Why, Val, why? Can't you leave me alone?" 

"I don't like you messing with that sonofabitch. I warned you before. I 
don't like him. He's a no-good bastard." 

"He isn't," she wailed. "He's nice and you ruined it. Dammit, you ruined 
it!" She began sobbing, then, and Val was overcome with compassion. 

He went to her. "Look, I'm sorry, Rena. I just lost control when he called 
me a punk, that's all. Don't cry." 

She looked up at him then. She knew she was hopelessly ensnarled by Val's 
jealousy. She was sorry that he had spoiled it. She knew Jim would hate her 
now. She collapsed on the bed, burying her face in her hands, weeping. 

Val lay beside her and put his arm around her. 

"Please, Rena. I said I was sorry. Don't cry anymore. I-I'll apologize to 
that guy if you want me to." 

Rena was touched by his words, but she knew it was too late. In her heart 
she knew what was done couldn't be undone. She was weak and couldn't fight 
her brother anymore. 

Later, she felt even sorrier for herself. Val had made her swear that she 
loved him and no one else. He had also made her affirm it by doing something 
she had never done before. The bad part of it was that she had enjoyed it, 
part of it, anyway. Val was so cruel. But he was strong too. He had made her 
suck him off and he had come in her mouth. That, he told her, would prove to 
him that she didn't give a damn about that other guy. So she had done it and 
knew, more than ever, that as long as Val was that way, she could never have 
a life of her own. She wondered how long it would last. That night, she wept 
alone. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Summer came and school was over for Rena and Val. The undercurrent of unseen 
tension in the Norris home had not increased, nor had it diminished 
appreciably. Certain changes were manifest, however, and these were most 
noticeable in Rena and her mother. Rena kept her thoughts to herself, but 
her disposition had become irritable more often than not. There was no one 
to whom she could turn and she was careful not to let Val know how 
disappointed she now was in their relationship. Yet she was afraid of him 
and too much dominated by him to refuse his sexual demands. He never seemed 
to mind, though, if she spent the night with Linda or one of her other girl 
friends and, although she was mildly curious about this, she never 
questioned it. She was too glad to escape from his overpowering presence. 
She was careful at first, not to do anything but spend the night with her 
friends, but gradually she came to see these nocturnal sojourns as a way to 
break free of Val's jealous scrutiny. She saw other boys and when she told 
them that her mother wouldn't allow boys over because she worked, they 
accepted her explanation. She hadn't formed any serious attachments, because 
she was still afraid. The summer, for her, meant something more important, 
however. 

Rena had been invited to stay at the beach for most of the summer with Linda 
and her parents. She had had no trouble getting permission from her mother. 
Val had given her a lot of dirty looks and some argument, but finally had 
said he didn't care. He just warned her that he would expect everything to 
be the same when she returned in August. Relieved, Rena had packed her 
things, bought a new bathing suit and beach togs and prepared to go off with 
Linda for a summer away from the tensions of home. 

Laura had no such luck. It was she who had been changed the most. She was 
feeling the nameless pressures of her home life and yet did not attribute it 
to Val and his possessiveness as much as she should have. The Burt Nevins 
incident was unmentioned, but its aftermath of distrust was still between 
them. Val was not as demanding of her as he had been at first and she had no 
idea that this was due to Rena more than anything. She didn't associate the 
fact that she and her son almost never had relations except when Rena was 
gone, primarily because this was the way she wanted it and the only time 
when she felt safe having sex with her son. 

She often thought about what she had done and regretted it. She knew that 
she had seduced him in moments of extreme weakness. She also realized, 
finally, that she had awakened something in Val that was terrifying. He 
wasn't just a kid anymore. He was the man of the house and knew it. He stood 
firm in his position and this gave Laura a feeling of claustrophobia. This 
feeling was most often noticeable after work when she knew she had to come 
home to Val. She hadn't analyzed it in any psychological way because she 
didn't know of these things. She just knew that sometimes she would feel her 
throat constrict and would have to have a drink before she could go home. 
She would have trouble breathing and this would only disappear when she'd 
had a few drinks to relax her. She drank more frequently now than she ever 
had in her life. She didn't get drunk, but she drank every day. It was an 
insidious form of poisoning and would lead to alcoholism in a few years. But 
Laura was unaware of this, too. She still thought of her drinking as 
something casual, almost necessary. It relaxed her and she didn't have to 
face things inside herself that were best left alone. 

Burt Nevins had been fired for drinking at the bindery so this helped clear 
her mind somewhat. She didn't know where he had gone and didn't care. It was 
a lessening of tension for her. She still liked Hank Belitsky and they had 
talked a few times. She found out that he was a widower and still in shock 
over his wife's death. She knew he didn't date other women and that he was a 
bowler and liked beer on weekends. 

Summer meant something different to Laura. It meant a chance to straighten 
out things with Val, she hoped. With Rena going away to the beach, she saw 
it as a chance to come to a definite understanding about both of their 
futures. She just prayed that she would have the courage to lay it on the 
line, to try, as a mother, to direct Val's interests toward girls of his own 
age. He was a man in experience, if not in age, and yet she knew he had no 
girl friends. Indeed, this worried her a great deal yet she hadn't dared 
bring it up before. Once, when she had casually mentioned it, he had flown 
into a rage and said that he didn't want anyone except her and that had been 
that. 

But this had given Laura that same claustrophobic feeling that she had after 
work. She had looked, briefly, inside his soul and what she had seen 
terrified her. She had never mentioned it again. But this summer, she must 
mention it. She must talk to Val very seriously about the implications of 
their continued sex together. Lord knows he made her happy and she had no 
other outlet, but therein lay the heart of the problem. She was sure that if 
she were allowed to date other men that she could fill that emptiness left 
by Red's desertion and the one to come when Val crept out from under her 
tormented wing. Yes, she was looking forward to Rena's leaving and thanked 
her lucky stars that Linda had given her this golden opportunity. 

School got out on Wednesday and Rena was to leave for the beach the 
following Wednesday. On the Monday after school got out, Laura received the 
final papers on her divorce from Red's attorney. She had been expecting 
them, but they were a blow to her nonetheless. When she got home from work 
the thick letter had been waiting for her. Nervously, she opened it up and 
saw the final dissolution of her marriage to John Norris, her "Jack" and her 
"Red," written out in cold legal language. She was no longer married. She 
was a divorcee, one of those animals that all men talked about and knew 
about. 

She felt like a castaway. It was Red who had gotten the divorce. She would 
probably never have had gumption enough to go through with something like 
that on her own. Seeing the papers, and the charges, she felt dirty and 
cheated. It was all so unfair. He had accused her of incompatibility. No 
mention of desertion. No mention of anything except community property and 
child support. Well, that was one thing she could be happy about. The extra 
money would help. Red hadn't sent a dime in all this time and she wondered 
if he would now, when a court had ordered it. She doubted it, but if not, 
she promised herself, she would see to it that the court was notified. She 
could do this much now that he had slapped her face for the last time. 

The impact of the divorce took some time to sink in, but the effect on Laura 
was of mixed emotions and a deep feeling of depression. It hit her with full 
force on the day that Rena was to leave for the beach with Linda. Laura had 
said her good-byes to her daughter that morning and knew she wouldn't be 
seeing her the rest of the summer. She had made her promise to write and she 
had a phone number, but it wasn't the same. That day she was told they had a 
big shipment to prepare so she would have to work overtime. She called Val 
at 4 and told him she wouldn't be home until after 10 that evening. This was 
on her break and Rena hadn't arrived home from her last-minute shopping when 
she called. This, along with a terrible hangover, further depressed her, but 
she knew that more than ever now, she needed her job. 

Val took his mother's message and grunted with satisfaction. That meant that 
he could have Rena one more time before she left for the summer. He and Rena 
both knew about the divorce and had seen their mother get plastered the 
night before. It was upsetting to all of them and Val was still peeved 
because his mother had been hung over that morning. He had come into her 
room after Rena had gone, but instead of love he had found his mother to be 
irritable and sick. Now, he knew, he would have Rena alone for at least part 
of the afternoon. Linda was picking her up around 6 that evening. 

Val had second thoughts about his sister going away for the summer. He could 
envision her at the beach with Linda, both of them parading around in their 
brief bathing suits. He was sure they'd get whistled at, and if he knew 
girls and boys, they would have plenty of dates. The more he thought about 
it, the more insecure he became. He knew he would have no control over her 
once she was gone. Thinking about the possible things she would be doing, 
especially with other boys, he became very upset and somewhat angry. 

By the time Rena came home, about a half hour after his mother had called, 
Val had decided what he was going to do so that Rena would at least remember 
her last day at home. Since he had been disappointed that morning by his 
mother, his appetite for sex was doubly whetted. By the time Rena came in, 
her arms loaded with packages from shopping, Val was eager to take his 
sister to bed. As soon as Linda's car drove away from dropping Rena off, Val 
let her know his intentions. 

"Hurry up, Rena," he said. "I want you before you go." 

"Now? Oh, Val, come on. Don't be like that. I've got tons of things to do 
before I leave tonight." 

"That's why I said hurry. I want to give you something to remember me by." 

"Aw, shit," said Rena. 

Actually, she had purposely taken this time to do last-minute shopping 
because she didn't want to be alone with Val. She figured their mother would 
be home by 6 because it was her last afternoon at home, so she felt safe. 

"We have time," Val insisted when she had deposited her bundles on her bed. 

"Mom's coming home," she said. "Probably early today." 

"Unh unh," Val smiled cruelly. "She won't be home till late. She just 
called." He was gloating to himself. 

"Oh, Val, can't we skip it for now? Jeez." 

"Don't be a bitch," he said. "I wanted it to be nice. Come on, let me get 
you hot." 

Rena sighed and threw up her arms. She could see that it would do no good to 
argue with Val or to reason with him. As usual, he was going to get his own 
way. Sex was the last thing on her mind and she could have kicked herself 
for coming home this early. Now she was trapped and Val wanted her. She knew 
there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Except to make it short and 
sweet. 

"Okay, Val, if you really have to be a prick, let's get it over with." 

"Now Rena, that's no way. Be sweet. There's plenty of time and anyway, I 
thought you'd like it. It's going to be a long hot summer." 

"Bullshit," said Rena. It wasn't going to be long enough, she thought. 

Val started taking her bundles and packages off the bed and stacking them 
against her dresser. Rena clenched her fists and wanted to cry, she was so 
angry at him. Instead, she began taking off her shoes and stockings. Val 
watched her with a lascivious gleam in his eyes. He began taking his own 
clothes off, never losing sight of that marvelous box of hers encased in 
nylon. Rena was half aware of his scrutiny and deliberately teased him by 
taking her time. She knew that boys liked to look up girls' dresses at 
school and that's one reason why she liked the miniskirt. It was a fairly 
safe and tame way of teasing a boy and usually it gave her a thrill when she 
caught a guy looking at her thighs. But she was still upset at Val's wanting 
to have sex when she had so many other things on her mind. So she teased him 
for a different reason. 

Val was stripped before she was. She was deliberately taking her own sweet 
time, even though she wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. She 
didn't know that this was making Val even hornier than he had been before. 
If she had, she would've hurried her disrobing. She finished with her shoes 
and socks, then lazily unbuttoned her blouse. She shook it off and folded it 
as Val watched her. She could see his cock harden and begin to rise. 

"Take your time," he said. "I'm enjoying it." 

"I will," she pouted. She wriggled out of her miniskirt, folded it, and set 
it on the dresser. She wore no slip, so she had on only her panties and bra. 
She took the bra off next, turning her back to Val as she put it with her 
other clothes. But Val could see her young breasts in the mirror as she 
turned. Her slender waist flared out at her hips and her buttocks seemed to 
rise high. The panties were so tight that the crack that separated her 
cheeks was well defined. He wanted her very badly then. 

Finally, Rena turned around and removed her panties. Val turned her 
bedspread and covers down and when she made no move to come to the bed, he 
walked over to her. He took her naked body in his arms and drew it close to 
him. His leaking cock left tracks on her belly. He tried to kiss her, but 
she moved her head. She was going to make it as hard for him as she could. 

Instead of becoming angry with her, though, Val only became more excited. He 
kissed her on the cheek, then took one of her breasts in his hand, kneading 
it while he kissed her neck. His mouth went up and down her neck, then 
behind her ear. He felt her body shudder and knew that he had found an 
exotic area that she liked. He took his hand from her breast and moved it 
down to her nest. He rubbed her mons veneris up and down, and squeezed her 
labia with some tenderness. He continued kissing her behind her ear. 

She wriggled all over and he put his finger in her cunt. It was dry at the 
entrance, but the deeper he went the wetter it got. He kissed her ear until 
she turned to him, mouth open. He put his mouth on hers and stuck his tongue 
inside as he began to finger-fuck her. He could feel her melt against him, 
her knees weakening. He bent her head back and his kissing became more 
fierce. His finger brought her clit to life and her outer lips began to 
moisten. 

"Damn you, Val," she breathed when they broke for a moment. 

"You want me to stop ? " he leered. 

"No, damn you. Stop, and I'll kick you in the balls." 

They both laughed and he twanged her clit with his finger. She shuddered 
against him then, as a tiny orgasm sent electronic waves through her body. 
"Fuck me, Val," she moaned at last. 

He tumbled her on to the bed, his finger sliding out of her cunt. They both 
crawled onto it. In a second she had her hand around his cock and was 
jerking it up and down. Her body writhed from side to side. She had become 
instantly hot, it seemed to Val. She herself was surprised at how hot Val 
had gotten her when she hadn't intended to be that way. Her intention was 
just to lie on the bed and let him fuck her while she pretended she was a 
post. That would teach him. But his finger up inside her had touched off 
those fires in her and she now wanted him to put that hot cock of his in her 
more than anything. 

"Careful," he told her when her hand took off up and down his prick in a 
flurry of speed. "You'll lose it all." 

She jerked her hand away as though it touched a hot stove. Oh, no, she 
didn't want that. She didn't want him to lose his seed now. Not now. She 
spread her legs and opened her pussy lips with her fingers to show him that 
she wanted him to enter her. Pleased at this, Val mounted her and hit her 
with his shaft the first time. The sight of that flaming hole had made him 
burn to fuck her. It seemed to him that he wanted in that hole more than he 
ever had before. The way she held it open for him brought a wave of 
excitement to his flesh. 

He sank his shaft deep in her and Rena exploded inside again. She had such a 
strong orgasm that she bit her lip and a spot of blood appeared where her 
tooth had broken the skin. Val could taste the saltiness when he kissed her. 
He felt her body quake as his cock filled her from lips to womb tip. It was 
warm and wet inside and he knew he would not have this good fucking for a 
long time-the whole summer. He fucked her slow for several moments then 
gathered momentum as he hurried to his own crushing orgasm. "I-I want you to 
remember this," he panted, jamming his cock all the way up into her. 

Rena's hands raked up and down his back as she pulled him into her. She had 
her legs up high, bent double. 

"I will, Val, I will," she moaned, gushing with orgasm. When she said that, 
he lost all control. He gave a few furious pumps and his seed burst from its 
vessel like shot. 

"Damn," she said. "Thank you, Val. I-I loved it." 

He kissed her and tumbled out, his organ limp once again. "Me, too," he 
said. 

She patted his dying member and smiled weakly at him. Their bodies were 
soaked with sweat from their lovemaking. He patted her mound and got up, 
glad that it had turned out the way it had. He looked down on her, wanting 
to remember how she looked for as long as he could after she left. He sighed 
deeply and picked up his clothes. It was such a good fuck he was sorry to 
see her go. 

Less than an hour later, Linda was outside, honking her horn. Val helped her 
carry out her things, then stood on the curb and waved good bye to her. He 
had a lump in his throat when he went back inside. He was lonely even before 
the car was out of sight. It was a long time to wait before his mother got 
home. A long time. 

When Laura came home that night she was tipsy. It was almost midnight and 
Val had been pacing the floor like a caged animal. He was furious. He had 
even thought of calling all the bars and taverns, but he knew that he would 
be at it all night after seeing how many there were in the phone book. 

Val heard her fumbling at the front door lock. She couldn't get it open. He 
ran to the door and opened it to see his mother standing there, with her 
keys in her hand, weaving like a punch-drunk fighter. His stomach turned 
sick. He reached out and pulled her into the house. 

Her head shot up to see what had happened and she saw her son for the first 
time. 

"Oh, hello, Val, thanks for opening the door." Her speech was slurred; her 
tongue thick. 

"Mom, you're bombed," he said disgustedly. 

"Thought you'd be asleep," she said, lurching across the room. She threw her 
purse on the couch and began removing her coat. Val had to help her take it 
off. 

"No, I was waiting for you," he said. "All evening." 

"Well, I'm sorry," she said, not meaning it in her alcoholic haze. 

Val's anger was fast turning to pity. He could see that his mother was 
almost helpless. She had no muscular coordination; her eyes wouldn't focus. 

"Okay, I'll help you to bed," he said. 

"Why, that would be wonderful," she slurred. 

Val helped steady her as they walked into her bedroom, flicking off the 
living room lights as he went. He sat her on the edge of the bed. She was 
wearing a one-piece dress that hugged her figure. She wore jeans and sweat 
shirt at work, but had a locker where she always changed from work to dress 
clothes. She tried to kick off her high heels, but she managed only one. Val 
stifled a laugh. Usually he didn't like her to drink, but he had the 
satisfaction of knowing they were home alone this night and it wasn't the 
same. He thought she looked cute and he knew she always seemed to enjoy 
love-making more if she'd had a couple of drinks. Lately she had been this 
way. Tonight, he thought, she'd had more than a couple and he didn't want to 
think about where she had been, which men she'd been talking to at the bar. 

He knelt down and took off her other shoe. 

She leaned back on her arms and managed to get him into focus. She smiled, 
her mouth slightly askew. Her hair was slightly disarrayed and gave her a 
much younger appearance. 

"You're so very sweet, Val," she said, her voice a whiskey husk. 

"Relax, and I'll get you ready for bed," he told her, giving her a 
conspiratorial wink. 

"Swell," she said 

He peeled off her stockings. Her legs were pretty and sexy. When he 
unfastened the tops of her hose from her panty girdle his hand went to her 
panties where he felt her plush mound. She winked at him. He was glad she 
wasn't wearing pantyhose which she sometimes did. They weren't nearly as 
exciting to him. 

After he had taken off her stockings, he ran his hand up her leg again, 
between her thighs to her panties. He began to play with her pussy-lips 
underneath her panties. His mother giggled like a schoolgirl. Val's cock 
erected into a lumpy bulge in his trousers. Her dress was up around her 
thighs. She leaned back then, and fell on the bed, giving him a good view 
between her legs. He pulled her panties down and tossed them aside. His 
mother didn't stir. 

He went to the bed lamp and turned it on, then turned off the overhead 
light. The room became close in the soft indirect light. Val went back to 
his mother's thighs and ran his hands up and down her legs. He wanted to 
fuck her like that, with her dress still on, her legs slightly spread. He 
explored her pussy with his fingers, opening the lips, putting his finger 
in, bringing the honey to life inside her. 

He took off his clothes. His mother seemed to be asleep or almost. She still 
didn't stir. He gloated in the privacy they had together. His cock, freed, 
stood like a sentinel on his body, jutting upward like a war lance. His 
mother's hips were on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling down, relaxed. 
He walked up to her pussy and began rubbing his cock up and down her cleft. 

Laura partially came to when he inserted his prick into her. He slid it in 
easily and she roused slightly. But she did not move from her position. He 
pumped her a few times, then, feeling a need for more affection, he 
withdrew. He pushed and pulled his mother farther up on the bed. He 
struggled with her to get her dress off. After a few puffing moments, he 
slipped it over her head. Then he undid her brassiere and flung it over the 
side of the bed. He kissed her back to life, then mounted her. 

She was aware of him inside her. But he was not just Val. Her mind swam with 
images of other men. Red, Burt, Hank ... the ones she had flirted with that 
night at the two bars she had been to before coming home. But she knew it 
was her son making love to her. She knew, but she didn't want it to be him 
anymore. She felt so helpless. A strange feeling of disembodiment came over 
her. She felt that her body was far away and that many men were taking their 
pleasure upon it. She tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn't budge. She 
wanted to cry out. She could feel the pleasure suffusing her body, but it 
was far away. 

Val's breath was hot on her face. His intermittent kisses smothered her. She 
could feel her body move lethargically, disconnected from her brain. It was 
so unreal. She reached out to touch her son but the contact was not 
reassuring. She moaned as her body began to respond to his copulation. She 
felt her thighs and hips move of their own accord. It was good. It felt 
good. It felt wonderful. It felt strange. It was as though she were two 
people. One was half awake enjoying sex, the other was off in the clouds, 
almost asleep. 

She remembered opening her eyes for one moment as her head cleared. She had 
just had an orgasm. She could feel Val's hot sperm spurting inside her, hear 
him grunting. He held her tight then climbed off her, somewhere far, far 
from where she thought they were. It was like a dream, yet she knew it was 
real. 

She awoke later and saw that Val was asleep beside her. Panic gripped her. 
Where was Rena ? Then she remembered. Rena was gone, gone for the summer. 
She relaxed for a moment, but then tensed again. She shook her head as if to 
clear her mind. She was still groggy from the drinks. All of them on an 
empty stomach. Suddenly she was frightened. She was frightened of the 
drinking and the loneliness. She was frightened of the house and its 
silence. Frightened of the night and its steady breathing. A feeling of 
claustrophobia enveloped her and she turned on the night lamp. No good. It 
was too harsh. She turned it back off and was afraid again. Afraid of what? 
Of everything. But especially, she was afraid of Val, her son. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The big crisis didn't come to the three Nor-rises until two years had gone 
by. Although their lives had changed, the change was almost imperceptible to 
them. But tensions had built up and certain resentments had been harbored 
within each of them. Rena had just been biding her time until she turned 
eighteen. Her future plans had centered on a man or two older than she, a 
Randolph Brooks, whom she had met the previous summer when she began working 
in an office after graduation. Randy was solid and knew where he was going. 
He was in real estate and Rena had been a clerk, gotten to know him, dated 
him secretly. She hadn't even told her mother about Randy because she didn't 
want Val to spoil it. 

Laura had become, for all purposes, a defeated woman. She had settled into a 
groove at the bindery that seemed to portend she'd be doing that work for 
the rest of her life. Her one bright spot had been Hank Belitsky, whom she 
had gotten to know through the company's bowling league. She had joined, 
gotten the red team shirt, bought a ball, bag, and shoes and it was Hank who 
had given her her first lessons. But she had never invited him to her home, 
always making some excuse. It was a wonder that Hank didn't think she was 
crazy, but the truth was that he thought she was just a fine woman who 
didn't bring single men home with her. He liked her because she learned to 
drink beer, enjoyed the same kind of simple food that he did, and was a good 
worker, as he was. Their friendship deepened but didn't seem to be going 
anywhere. 

Val was seventeen, just graduating from high school. Rena had been working 
at the real estate office for almost a year. Val was almost totally a loner, 
with both women in the house working. He also felt restricted from the fact 
that he was the only one not working. But he looked forward to changing that 
once he finished high school. His mother wanted him to go to college, but he 
told her he wanted to work. He hinted that he'd like to learn the bindery 
business but she told him it was hard work with no future to speak of. Then 
he told Rena he'd like to work in real estate, learn the business, but she 
said he'd have to go to school for that. So Val felt left out of things and 
to make up for this he became a regular tyrant at home. 

The crisis came on a weekend, just after Val graduated from high school. His 
mother and Rena had had to work on Saturday and the next day they had all 
planned to go to a movie together. Laura came home early that afternoon, 
since she wanted to be fresh on Sunday. Val had been looking halfheartedly 
for a job and arrived somewhat later. He and his mother waited for Rena. She 
had thought they might all go out to dinner that evening, and so she and Val 
had dressed up. They waited for Rena and when she wasn't home by 6, her 
mother called the real estate office. There was no answer. 

"I wonder what's keeping her?" Laura said to Val. 

"Who knows? She probably went shopping. We should have called her this 
afternoon." He started to bite his fingernails. 

His mother poured herself a beer. She asked Val if he wanted one and at 
first he refused. At 7, he had one with her. By 8, his mother was worried. 
She was beside herself with anguish and indecision. 

"I don't know what to do," she said. "Could something have happened? Maybe 
she was in an accident." Rena had a small car of her own by then. 

"Maybe we should call the real estate owner. At home. Maybe ... no, she left 
the office. I don't know. I'm worried too," he admitted. 

At 8:30 the phone rang. Laura jerked as though she had been shot. She ran to 
the phone. Val hunched forward on the chair where he had been sitting as 
though on a cactus. 

"Hello?" Laura said into the phone. 

Val looked at her. 

"What? No. Where?" 

"Dammit, who is it?" asked Val. His mother motioned for him to be quiet. 

"I don't understand ... why couldn't you have ... I see ... Well, yes. I'm 
disappointed ... Did you have to? ... When? Who? What's his name? We were 
worried. You should have ... no, I don't care ... if you're happy, I guess I 
am. Tomorrow? Yes ... bye ... wait a minute, Rena..." She looked into the 
phone. It was dead. 

"Was that Rena?" Val asked, watching his mother. Tears began to flow down 
her cheeks. "What happened to Rena?" he insisted, a hard ball beginning to 
form in his stomach. 

His mother looked at him. "She got married," she said simply. 

"She what?" Val's face was contorted in rage. 

"She got married. In Las Vegas. A few minutes ago. She left this morning. 
She didn't even say anything to us." 

"The goddamn bitch," Val spat. 

"It was very thoughtless of her. Why? Why?" 

His mother seemed stunned. She wiped the tears on her face, but fresh ones 
came running down from her swollen eyes. 

Val was silent. He knew. She was afraid, that little bitch. She was afraid 
to say anything because she knew goddamned well he would have beaten the 
living shit out of her!. But he couldn't tell this to his mother, so he just 
sat there, steaming, his anger rising like a storm cloud in his brain. 

Just wait, he thought. Just wait'll I see that fucking Rena again. I'll make 
her wish she never set eyes on this sonofabitch! I'll teach her to hurt us! 

In Val's mind, Rena had betrayed him. There was no thought to her own 
happiness or her wishes, only his own. He included his mother as a victim of 
Rena's behavior, too. At the same time he was nagged with the thought that 
if Rena could do such a thing, completely behind his back, then his mother 
was certainly capable of similar behavior. The thought left him cold. 

"Well, I just hope she's happy," his mother sobbed. 

"I don't," he snarled. 

She looked at him, then, surprised at this latest impression of his anger. 
"Val, that's no way to talk. It's over. There's no changing what's happened. 
I'm sure Rena had her own reasons for marrying this man. He's probably very 
nice. I wish her only the best and so should you." 

"Yeah, well." He knew his mother was right about some of it. But he wasn't 
going to forget his sister's sneaky act that quickly. "When is she coming 
back?" he asked his mother. 

"In a week, I think. Yes, a week, she said." 

Laura began drying her eyes. "We'll send them something when they get 
settled," she said. 

"Yeah, sure," Val said. A week. She'd have to come home to get her things, 
wouldn't she? Well, he'd see about her wedding present. If not then ... 
well, he didn't know what. But, one way or the other, Rena was going to pay 
for what she'd done to him, to his mother, to all of them. The goddamned 
little sneak! 

Rena put down the phone, her hands trembling. She had done it! She had made 
the call. But now her hands were sweating. Her mother had been shocked. But 
what about Val? She hadn't dared talk to him. She had made her mind up 
before calling that if Val answered she would just hang up. She could almost 
picture him now, clenching his fists, wanting to smash something. Oh, she 
knew him. He would be so uptight because she didn't tell him about wanting 
to get married. Well, there wasn't anything he could do about it now. She 
was Mrs. Randolph Brooks and Val was a thing of the past. Everybody had to 
grow up, didn't they? Well, now she was out of Val's little scene. She was 
married and would have a home of her own. She would be polite to Val, of 
course, and once he'd cooled down, she'd be glad to be friends with him 
again. 

She almost laughed out loud as she thought about Val's getting the news of 
her marriage. He was there with Mom, she knew. And he couldn't say a thing 
about why he was angry to anyone. He'd just have to swallow it. She felt 
sorry for her mother, of course, but it couldn't be helped. Val might have 
made an ugly scene if he'd known about her engagement beforehand. She would 
explain to her mother later that it was just a spur of the moment thing and 
she hadn't meant to hurt her. In a way, it was. When Randy popped the 
question, she hadn't wanted to wait. He wanted to ask her mother, but she 
said she'd rather just go to Vegas and do the thing. Now it was done. She 
was so happy with him. The hell with Val. That was all in the past. She 
wasn't going to give him another thought. She would have been surprised if 
anyone had pointed out to her just how much Randy resembled Val. Randolph 
Brooks looked enough like Val Norris to be his brother. 

Laura was too emotionally upset to go out that evening. She called up a 
chicken delivery place and ordered dinner for Val and herself. She promised 
that they would still go to the movie the next day, but that she just 
couldn't face going out that evening. She listlessly went to change her 
clothes. 

Val sat in the living room waiting for the delivery boy. He couldn't help 
thinking about Rena. He could picture her with her new husband. Making love 
to him and laughing at him, Val. It brought his anger back again. He wanted 
to beat Rena up. But there was no Rena there to beat up. Still, he would 
have wasted her if she had been in the same room with him. 

The delivery boy came and Val paid him. He set the table in the kitchen for 
them and went to get his mother. 

"I-I don't want any, Val," she said. "I'm going to bed. You go ahead and 
eat." 

"What?" 

"Please," she said. 

Val was furious. Now his mother was rejecting him. He couldn't take that. 
His anger flared like a volcano. "Come on, Mom, at least eat with me," he 
pleaded. 

"No, I said. I'm not hungry. Leave me alone," she said curtly, unaware that 
Val needed to vent his wrath on someone, someone close at hand. 

"No, I won't," he fumed. "Do what I say!" 

"No!" He advanced on her, his face chalk white with barely controlled rage. 

"Val, you'd better mind me," she said. She was just too tired to take 
anything off Val this night. 

His lips clamped together, Val walked over to his mother who was just taking 
off her robe. She was wearing an old pair of pajamas. He slapped her in the 
face as hard as he could. Laura gasped and brought her hand up to her face. 
Her mouth open, stung by the hard blow, she glared at Val. Then she slapped 
at him. Her fingertips rattled across his cheekbone. 

All the pent-up fury in Val was instantly released. He doubled up his fist 
and smashed her in the shoulder, sending her careening across the bedroom. 
Then he began slapping her face and screaming at her at the top of his 
voice. The anger that he'd had for Rena was now fully directed at his 
mother. He didn't realize what he was doing. His mother choked and gasped, 
stunned by his blows. Tears streamed down her face. She couldn't defend 
herself against his raging onslaught. Finally, she fell to her knees, her 
sobs loud and keening. 

Then Val saw what he had done. His anger dissipated at once. He fell to his 
knees beside his mother, his heart caught in a visegrip of misery. He was 
suddenly terribly ashamed of himself. He began to cry himself. He took her 
head in his hands and pulled it to his own. 

"Mom, I'm sorry ... so sorry," he sobbed. "I didn't mean to." 

His mother's weeping became worse. Her sobs were deep and anguished. They 
tore through her with body-wrenching force. Val's helplessness only added to 
his deepening shame. 

"I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know what happened. Please, please, don't cry." He 
began kissing her and gradually her sobs diminished. Then she began kissing 
him, seeing how concerned he was. They went into each other's arms and sat 
there on the floor for a long time, sobbing quietly together. "Can you ever 
forgive me?" he asked finally. 

"I know you didn't mean it, Val," she said. She stroked his head. They rose, 
then, together, and sat on the bed. Their kissing went from small pecks on 
the cheeks and mouth to a passionate embrace. They kissed on the mouth with 
a renewed fervor until their tongues met and began a mutual probing. From 
rage and pain and anguish to love was only a short distance. Soon Val's 
hands were kneading his mother's breasts, roaming over her body, exciting 
her to a lover's passion. 

Again, as always, Laura was helpless before the tender ministrations of her 
son. Each touch of his fed fuel into the smoldering flames of her passion. 
Every time he kissed her, her limbs turned to jelly, her contrary intentions 
blew away the puffs of smoke before the wind. She had learned to accept 
Val's cruelty, to enjoy it even. Although he was seldom physically cruel to 
her, the threat of it was always there. A stronger woman than Laura would 
not have stood for this behavior in a son, under any circumstances, but 
Val's mother was no match for him. She took Val's verbal and physical abuse 
because she thought that she probably deserved it. This is why he had so 
much power over her, why she was, after two years, so incredibly dependent 
on him. 

Now Laura was once more under Val's domination. Two years ago she would have 
been able, perhaps, to combat his physical attack on her. But not now. Now 
she wanted only his forgiveness and his love. Even though she knew he was 
unreasonable, she wanted his love. She blamed herself for becoming upset 
that Rena had married without letting her mother know about it beforehand. 
So it was that she surrendered herself to Val's stinging kisses, his hot and 
searching hands, his terribly demanding physical presence. 

Val was so gentle with her now. He undressed her as he would an invalid. His 
tenderness and solicitation moved her deeply. His kisses raked her cheeks 
with a soft fire. When he, too, was fully naked against her, she opened 
herself to him like some morning honeysuckle waiting for the urgent visits 
of bees and hummingbirds. 

Hunger took over between them. Their mutual loneliness, mutual need, drew 
them together and fused them inexorably. They knew each other so well by now 
that they complemented each other in their lovemaking. Val slid onto her 
even as she reached for his swollen shaft. She found it, took it in her grip 
and guided it to her honey vessel. His cock throbbed in her hand as she 
placed it against her lips where the moisture had already seeped through. 
Val positioned himself over his mother and felt the top of her slit where 
she had placed his eager shaft. He slid it down the groove and it slipped 
easily into her vaginal opening. 

"Ooooh, Val," his mother sighed as he entered her. He felt the contractions 
in her body. Her cunt seemed to pull him in and clasp and unclasp his cock 
like some feeding sea anemone. His own organ felt the pull of hers and began 
throbbing with a similar tide. His blood seemed to be drawn by the rhythm of 
her vagina so that his organ pulsed with that same constriction-loosening 
beat. 

Val held his mother's head in his hands and kissed her tenderly as his 
manhood stroked her swollen and flaming vagina. Despite herself, Laura began 
to weep softly and, as her tears came, Val drank them with his kisses. 

His mother melted under him like wax. His body impressed itself under her as 
they melted together, flame and candle. He stroked her with his cock and she 
swelled to him like a sea. All of her senses seemed heightened to the point 
of instant explosion. She was the vessel, and he the filler, full of flame 
and stark unctions, oiling her, flaming her, making her ebb and flow as 
though she were the tide and he the strong full moon. 

Laura wondered why it was so much better this time. Was it because of the 
violence that had preceded it? The quarreling and now the making up? It 
could be. She just knew that her whole body seemed perfectly attuned to her 
son's. Every stroke of him seemed to make her tender membrane quiver with a 
lavalike flame. He was a full man, she knew, more of a man than his father 
ever was, more sure of himself, infinitely more exciting. 

But she knew it wasn't fair to compare them. Or was it? Wasn't Val part of 
his father? The best part. Every stroke of him made her grateful that she 
had opened herself to the experience of her son. Yet there was fear, too. 
Not with him, like this. But away from him. Alone with her thoughts at the 
bindery, she feared ... what? Not so much her son, for himself, but 
something else. Consequences. What might happen. The nameless, the unknown. 
But his temper was something, too. But that was his father's. And now, as 
she lay beneath her son, letting him fuck her as she had never been fucked 
before, she knew that this was part of his fire, part of the fuel that made 
his passion overpowering ... and wonderful. 

"It's so good, Val," she whispered to him, and her words seemed to trigger 
the orgasm. 

Val felt her body shudder and a wave of exultation came over him. This was 
the way he liked it. This was the power he enjoyed. It seemed to him that he 
had the biggest cock in the world and to know that it was filling his 
mother's cunt, making her quake with orgasm, was the most marvelous feeling 
he'd ever had. He ground into her, wanting to tear her cunt with the 
savagery of his attack. He slammed his hips down, hearing the slap! He 
shoved his cock in harder and his mother cried out with the sudden pain, the 
unexpected ecstasy. That was good, he thought. That was how to do it. 

The gentleness he'd brought to her at the beginning seemed to disappear as 
his lust mounted. Now he just wanted to drive her over the brink again and 
again. Make her come. Make her come like a machine gun. Wham, wham wham! 
Give it to her. Pour the meat into her like a battering ram. Tear in and out 
of her tunnel like lightning. Drive on in to the womb. Make her jump from 
the ramming. 

Laura's head began to toss from side to side as her son drove his cock into 
her with a fury-she had never known before. Every stroke was a searing poker 
thrust, jabbing in and out of tender folds of flesh, jamming high up in her, 
higher than he'd ever gone before. Each stroke triggered her clit and she 
gushed like a smashed fire hydrant. She moaned and squirmed under him, 
wanting him to break her open with his driving lust. She pushed up against 
him, giving him deeper depths to plumb. 

"Goddamn," Val exclaimed, unable to express how he felt. 

"Ooooh," she moaned. "Give it to me, Val. Give it to me good." 

"I will," he said. "I am." He seemed possessed. He didn't let up. Some 
unknown energy welled up in him so that he was capable of pounding into her 
without tiring. The harder he jammed, the more she liked it. He kept his 
mind only on the exertion, not wanting to spend himself before he had made 
her scream with the force and ecstasy of her orgasms. He moved his cock in 
and out like a stitching electric sewing machine, in and out, with blinding 
speed. He went in straight; he went in crooked. He left no spot inside her 
untouched. His mouth hung open, his eyes glazed mindlessly as he watched his 
mother's head moving from side to side. 

She bucked and buckled under him. She cried out and bit her lips until the 
blood came. The veins in her neck stood out like blue cords under the skin. 
Her cunt gushed and clutched him, retreated before his assaults, and folded 
over again when his passage took another course. "I've never been fucked 
like this," she moaned. "Never!" Her hands and nails raked Val's back. 

He could stand it no longer. He hunched down closer to her and drove his 
cock into her on the final sprint to his own pleasure spurting. 

"Oh, keep fucking me, darling," she groaned. "Keep on fucking me." 

"I am," he said. "I am." 

She could feel him tighten up before he exploded. She held him tight and 
jammed her cunt up on his shaft as deep as she could. She didn't want it to 
go soft. She didn't want to lose that huge swollen cock that had been 
tearing her to shreds, bumping her, exploding her. But it was coming. She 
could feel it. She could almost feel his juices start from his sac and 
skyrocket up the long tube. 

"I-I'm coming," he said. Tears sprang into her eyes. Val shuddered as he 
spurted deep inside her. He collapsed on her naked body and let the fountain 
discharge its milky fluid. His mother held him tightly as once more he 
became a little boy, robbed of his power, bereft of his force. 

"It was so good," he moaned. 

"I know, Val," she said, stroking the back of his head as he lay spent on 
top of her, their sweat mingling. 

"I'm so sorry I was mean to you," he said, his voice muffled at her 
shoulder, next to her hair. 

"Don't think anything about it," she soothed. "Just love me. Let's just love 
each other." 

"I do love you," he said. "I love you, too, Val." 

The ugliness of those moments that had preceded their impassioned lovemaking 
seemed to disappear into the heady musk rising from their bodies. Laura 
stroked her son's back very gently and, as he tumbled out of her, she felt 
her body return to normal, the fires quenched. His seed inside her was 
comforting, a reminder that he had given himself to her only moments before. 
It was a good feeling she had just then and she wished it could be that way 
all the time. 

Val rolled off his mother's body and lay beside her, his breath coming 
steadier now that his exertion was over. He wasn't angry anymore. He felt 
that he had redeemed himself, somehow. It was like being born all over 
again. The wetness, the tiredness, the musk, all of these things gave him a 
strange feeling of peacefulness. He was glad to be here like this with his 
mother, close and warm, safe. 

She patted his stomach and let her hand fall gently on his limp organ. She 
could feel sleepiness overtaking her and she tried to hold her eyes open. 
Val kissed her on the cheek and she whispered a good night to him. 

"Good night," he answered, snuggling closer to her. He thought it would be 
over, then, but it wasn't. Despite himself, thoughts of his sister came back 
to him. The rage, though gone, was still there, dormant and far away, but 
still there. He tried to push it back into the cubbyhole where it lay like 
some pulsing beast. He tried not to form the thoughts that came swarming up 
from the cave where his rage stirred once again. 

Rena, he told himself. I'll get even with you. You'll be sorry, you bitch. 
After that, he found it easier to drift off to sleep, sated finally, the 
thought of revenge almost as good as revenge itself. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Val stood it as long as he could. He tried to keep from contacting Rena, but 
the pressure of his desires got to be too much for him. His mother was 
absent more and more, dating her friend, Hank Belitsky. So Val felt the 
urgent unreasoning gnaw of frustration once again. And Rena and Randy were 
back from Vegas, working and living together in an apartment. The thought of 
his sister and Randy together made Val furious. His mind worked overtime, 
conjuring up pictures of the two of them, Randy and Rena, alone in the 
boudoir, making it. Revenge on his sister occupied much of Val's range of 
thought, but he had grown cunning since the elopement. 

He purposely forced himself to bide his time. Then when he did call Rena, he 
was casual and light. "Hi, sis," he said over the phone. "How you doing?" 

"Why, just fine, Val, just fine," said Rena, somewhat taken aback by her 
brother's sweetness. 

"Good. I knew you'd make it. I'm proud of you and Randy." He almost choked 
on his rival's name, but his voice was smooth. 

"Why, thank you, Val." Rena was overwhelmed. 

"Hey, I'd like to see-you guys. Bring you a belated wedding present." 

"I don't know, Val." 

"Aw, come on, Rena. We've started all over again, you know. No hard feelings 
? " 

Rena melted under his calculated sweetness. "Sure. You're right. A lot of 
water's gone under the bridge." 

"It sure has," he agreed. "How 'bout me coming over with the present ? Mom 
won't be home tonight and I'm all alone here." He waited while his sister 
drew in a deep breath. 

She wondered if he had known Randy had to work the late shift that night. 
New policy. Of course he couldn't have known. He probably thought Randy was 
home, which was true. 

"Okay. I guess. Uh, Randy'll be home later, about 9.30. It's only 6 now. Why 
don't you come over around 8:30?" 

"Okay," he said, his heart jumping. Randy not being there was even better. 
"I may be a little earlier, though. It's boring here." 

"Yeah, I know what you mean," she sighed. "Okay. Anytime." She was sorry she 
said it before it was even out of her mouth. But she knew her brother was 
making a peace overture and she had to give him the benefit of her doubts. 
"Sure, come on, Val. I'll be glad to see you again. It's been a long time." 

"Yeah, it sure has. Dig you later," he said, and hung up, his hands 
trembling. 

Val got busy getting ready to go over to his sister's apartment. He took a 
shower and put on his best clothes. He used after-shave lotion on his face, 
combed his hair carefully and was satisfied, finally, with the way he looked 
in the mirror. He then took out a full bottle of whiskey he had stashed 
under his bed and wrapped it as a present. It had taken some doing to get 
the bottle, but he had finally managed to have an older friend make the 
purchase. 

He had the car since his mother now rode to work with Hank Belitsky every 
day. He drove over to his sister's apartment, slowly, so as not to be too 
early. It was almost 7:30 when he got there, saw the Mr. and Mrs. R. Brooks 
on the mailbox, and the apartment number. He climbed the stairs and found it 
with no trouble. He knocked on the door and it opened. 

"Why, Val, you're here," his sister exclaimed. "Come on in. How do you like 
it?" She waved to the apartment. 

"It-It's very nice. Outta sight," he grinned. He was impressed and his grin 
relaxed Rena. 

"What've you got there?" she asked coyly. 

"Oh-a present. like I said. You have to open it now, though." 

"Shouldn't we wait for Randy?" she asked, apprehensive. 

"No. Open it now. There'll be some left for him." He smiled a warm smile. 

Rena thought her brother looked very handsome. Changed. She liked the 
change, she told herself. She opened the package. When Rena saw the bottle 
of expensive bourbon she was surprised. "How did you manage..." she started 
to say. 

"I've had it a long time. Wanted to bring it by. I'd like to toast your 
marriage. Your future." 

Rena was touched. "Why, that's so sweet of you, Val. My, you've really grown 
up, haven't you?" 

"I hope so," he said. 

Eagerly, Rena brought out ice cubes and glasses. 

"You want Coke or soda?" she asked. 

"Coke's okay," he said, glad to see that his sister was not displeased with 
his gift. 

She brought the drinks and they sat in the living room, he on the couch, she 
on the chair. 

He raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to Mr. and Mrs. Brooks, Apartment 
twenty-four!" he said. 

Rena laughed, delighted by his thoughtfulness. 

"I'll drink to that," she said. 

Val managed to keep the conversation on a light level and to allay all of 
Rena's fears as they drank and talked. He jumped up to make the next set of 
drinks and saw to it that Rena's Coke was liberally laced with bourbon. 
Before long, Rena, who was chattering endlessly on about her marriage, her 
husband, her plans and her life, became quite drunk. Her guard not only 
dropped, it slipped completely away. 

During this time, Val had sat back, watching for his chance. Three drinks 
later, he knew his sister was in no condition to put up much of a fight. His 
eyes gleamed with desire as he listened to her prattle about Randy. His 
jealousy of her husband prickled at his mind as Rena bragged on and on. 
Finally, Val could stand it no longer. "Does he fuck as good as me?" he 
said. 

Rena blinked, not certain she had heard right. "What?" she said, her mind 
reeling, her tongue thick as slab bacon. 

"Is your husband as good a piece of ass as I am?" 

"Don't talk that way, Val." 

"Do you miss me?" he grinned. 

"Not in that way," she snorted. 

"Is his cock any bigger than mine?" 

Rena put her drink down and sat upright. Her lips were thin with hatred. 
"That's enough of that. You'd better leave, Val. Now." 

"Aw, come on, Sis, don't give me that. I was just wondering." 

" You haven't changed at all," she glared. 

"Maybe you haven't either," he said, and wras on her before she knew what 
was happening. Val overpowered Rena, crushing her against the chair with his 
weight. His penis was rock hard in his trousers. Rena struggled, the all too 
familiar scene happening again, despite all that she could do. She begged 
her brother to release her, but his lust was too consuming. He jerked Rena 
out of the chair and threw her to the floor. Quickly, he threw up her 
miniskirt and tugged at her panties. Rena screamed and kicked to no avail. 
Val was too strong. He was driven by revenge and lust to such an extent that 
she had no chance. He slapped her and she moaned, certain now that what she 
had feared most was about to happen. 

"No, Val, please," she pleaded. "Don't do this. Don't spoil everything 
again. Please." 

"Shut up," he husked. He unzipped his trousers and fumbled his cock out of 
its confinement. A last rip of her panties exposed her love mound nestled in 
the thatch between her legs. Val hurled himself on his sister, forcing her 
legs apart with his own. Rena, crushed by his weight and depressed by what 
was happening, went limp, hoping only that the nightmare would end soon and 
that her brother would leave. 

His cock found her cleft and forced its swollen way inside the tight pink 
hole. As Rena relaxed, he knew he had won. A smile of satisfaction spread 
over his face. He pushed and his rigid organ slid up the juicy tunnel, 
finding the warmth it sought, probing deep. He liked the way his sister had 
struggled. It made the rape all the more pleasant. A thrill had crept into 
his veins and was still there, even though she no longer offered him any 
resistance. 

Despite herself, Rena felt her own emotions and juices responding to Val's 
penis strokes inside her cunt. She tried to fight off the feelings but every 
time his cock touched her ever-swelling clit, she gushed and flamed. Soon 
she was rocking her hips back and forth to take more of him inside her, 
exulting in the fire that danced along the edges of her nerves. 

"That's better, Rena," Val said. "Like it?" 

She looked at him leering over her. She smacked her hips upward for answer 
and Val smirked. He kissed her then, and she found herself responding with 
her tongue. His cock seemed a magic key once more. Even though she hated 
herself for feeling the way she did, Rena delighted in the forbidden 
feelings that pervaded her consciousness. Every stroke brought her pleasure. 
His slick cock sliding in and out of her fluid-filled cunt sent waves of 
gratifying sensation flowing over her whole body. The sound of cloth 
rustling against cloth gave her a wicked pleasure, added to her excitement. 

Val pressed on, his mind still exploding with the animal thoughts of rape. 
He felt the power in full bloom. He had raped his sister and brought her 
pleasure. He could feel her body shuddering with orgasm as he plunged his 
prick inside that hot cunt of hers. He could feel every ooze of her juices 
as his cock sucked in and out of that marvelous dark tunnel of hers. The 
feel of her clothes and the smell of her made him giddy. He looked down 
every now and then to her bare patch of flesh where his cock slid in and out 
like a scimitar. He felt a strange new power flood through him, unlike 
anything he had ever felt before. 

Rena fucked him harder and harder, meeting his descending cock with an 
up-thrust of her hips. Val increased his rhythm and soon they were 
mindlessly pounding each other with their twin fleshes, until both of them 
were taken over by the rushing explosion of a gigantic orgasm. Rena screamed 
and shuddered as her loins gushed and burned. Val sobbed deep in his throat 
as he felt his milk tear loose and roar up the tube, shoot into his sister's 
flaring hot womb. He trembled against her for a long moment, spurting out 
his last. Then he was off her, zipping up his pants, looking down at his 
sister sprawled like some defiled virgin on the living room floor. She got 
up, straightened herself, and looked at Val, a cold hatred chalking her 
features. Val hadn't expected quite that reaction after it was over. 

Rena's lips were thin, hard, glassy with a tight rage. "I pity you, Val, if 
my husband finds you here like this." 

Val's veins froze. He looked around fearfully. What time was it? It would be 
bad if Randy walked in right then. 

Rena knew she had won. "I just wish he'd walk in right at this minute, Val." 
She looked at her brother with contempt. "He'd kill you!" 

"Rena..." he started to say 

"Get out of here, you loathsome piece of filth," she said. "Get out!" 

His mouth closed on unsaid words. Rena's face was livid with a controlled 
rage. Quickly he wheeled and staggered out the door, broken and defeated 
even in the success of his long-awaited revenge. Rena had won, after all, he 
told himself. Rena had won. He knew he could never see her again. He ran to 
the car, ran as fast as he could, afraid that Randy might see him. He hated 
Randy. He hated them both. Especially Rena. Rena had won. 

Rena, her brother gone, locked the apartment door and broke into tears. It 
was over, she knew, and it seemed as if a great weight had been lifted from 
her shoulders. Quickly, she dried her tears and changed clothes, 
straightened up the apartment. She took the bottle down to the garbage and 
threw what was left of it away. This final act seemed fitting to her. By the 
time she faced Randy, she would be new and fresh. She was glad now, that her 
brother had come over. It had settled a lot of unsettled things. Settled 
them once and for all. 

Val's luck continued to hold bad. Hank Belitsky married his mother a week 
later in Las Vegas. When the couple returned, Val knew that his time at home 
was up. Hank was no prize intellect, but he had an animal cunning and an 
instinct. Val was suddenly an intruder in the Belitsky household. He knew 
it. His mother knew it. And Hank Belitsky knew it. 

"Val," his mother said, after she had unpacked and Hank had left to buy a 
bottle at the store, "you're going to have to go on your own now." 

He fought back the tears. "I-I know," he said. "Does he-does he know? 
Anything?" 

"No, but, he will if you stay here. Do you see?" She tried to be tender with 
him. 

"Yes, I do," he said. "I'll leave tomorrow." 

"I'll give you money and you can find a job, an apartment. We'll help all we 
can." 

"Thanks, Mom," he blubbered, no longer able to hold back the tears. 

"Hey, what's this?" Hank asked when he blustered back from the store. Laura 
told him that her son had decided to go out on his own. A flash hit Hank's 
eyes. "Best thing could ever happen to him," he said. "You need any help, 
boy, you call on old Hank, eh?" 

"Yeah, Hank, sure," Val said, filled with a sudden loathing for the man who 
was taking his place. Val was afraid of Belitsky and the older man, sensing 
this, swaggered his authority. Val knew he couldn't stay even if both of 
them begged him. Again, he had lost. That night he cried himself to sleep 
because he could hear the grunts of Hank and the moans of his mother as they 
made love in the room where he had known his mother all these months. It 
wasn't fair, he told himself, it just wasn't fair. 

Wounds heal and scars fade after a time. 

Val Norris never saw Rena again. He saw his mother only once, when she and 
Hank came to his wedding about a year after Val left home. Val married a 
girl two years older than himself. Her name, oddly enough, was Laurie. He 
called her Laura sometimes when they were making love. Laurie was a 
beautiful girl. Val loved her passionately. His mother, Laura Belitsky, had 
her doubts that the marriage would last. Val wasn't worried. It took his 
mother a long time to figure out what it was about Laurie that bothered her. 

It was only after Val had moved away and sent his mother snapshots of the 
two of them in their new home that she discovered what had struck her 
subconscious at the wedding. It wasn't her name, although the similarity was 
enough to give her pause. It was Laurie herself. She was the spitting image 
of Rena. She 

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Archive Note: It is at this point that this pocketbook abruptly ended, 
clearly unfinished. There were no pages torn out of the pocketbook, so one 
must assume there was a publishing error in this pocketbook. 

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