A Son's Dangerous Desire:(7)

"Lay on your back honey. That's good, get relaxed. I'm going to take my time with you now. I want you to cum as hard as I did. That's my good boy. Here, prop your head up with this pillow. You may want to watch what I'm doing. Some men...all of the ones I've been with, anyway, love to watch when a woman. When their woman, goes down on them."

I watched, in awe as my mother, who had been the icon of purity in my mind up to this point, grasped my shaft gently and slowly moved her mouth over the head of my cock. As I entered her willing warmth, I gasped. It was so good. Her mouth was heaven

"Fuck. I love you, Mom. Please...please promise to love me like this forever...like a man you want to fuck."

She stopped briefly and I felt her mouth move off of my cock. She hesitated, which made me worry.

"I...I promise. I don't think I could stop now, baby. Now I want to be yours."

And then her mouth was back, and I was hers. She was an expert at this, at loving with her mouth. I think she is still ashamed of her experience as a lover prior to marriage. But she was committed to me then, and to those who truly commit to her, her loyalty is unshakable. Only someone as cold and manipulative as my father could have driven her away. She has nothing to be ashamed of.

"Mom...oh god...mom please...please keep going."

She varied her speed and pressure. She used her hand to keep me on the edge. And just as I got used to her taking half of my cock in her mouth, I heard her gag and she took all of it. It was unbelievable.

"Mom..I'm going to cum mom. I don't want to..if..." I couldn't even get the words out.

She stopped for a second, "Its OK, let mommy swallow it. You know I love the taste of my son."

That was almost enough by itself. She continued to deep throat me. And I twitched and moaned and finally emptied my balls into her mouth and throat. I felt like it went on forever. It was the best orgasm of my young life. I heard my mother gulp and swallow and make just the tiniest noise of appreciation, like she just had a bite of delicious cheesecake. I went totally limp.

She came up to me, hesitating only for a second, and then kissed me on the lips as we lay together. I tasted myself on her tongue and she tasted herself on my lips. We were without shame, without anything but love and care. We sat there and looked into each other's eyes for a while. Finally, it was time to go.

"OK, honey, lets get cleaned up and go get Becky. She'll probably still smell what happened, but we can tell her that something was spilled in the car. I love you honey. I want you to think...really think...about what we did. Whether you are all right with it or not. I will too. And later, we can decide if we want to become more...more like, uh, man and wife."

I noticed how nervous she was when she said the words. I stayed quiet and thought. It was a new skill for me. I realized that she was afraid of me rejecting her. Afraid of being caught too, but really, the rejection. Once I made the choice to become her lover, that was the future for her. If I changed my mind, I worried about what she would do.

We picked Becky up and she did notice something, although it wasn't a smell. She noticed how well Mom and I were getting along, and it made her happy. She was worried about me, I knew, from things she said to me. It was a strange family, but I was finding that I loved it more than I knew.

--5--

Sometimes things get worse before they get better. Sometimes they get a lot worse. I woke up the next morning to shouting and crying. I went towards the screaming feeling scared, but also something I hadn't ever really felt before: brave. I mean I'd stood up for myself I guess, but I knew that whatever was happening in the living room would require a lot more than a few words said to a bully.

"I saw the fucking cum stains in the car, you fucking whore. Did you think I wouldn't know what they were? Just tell me who you're fucking and take your fucking medicine."

My father was screaming. My mother was crying. His hands were in her hair. She had a black eye from where he already hit her. Becky was frozen, crying, in the kitchen. That broke my heart more than any other part of this. That he would do this in front of his daughter.

Mom saw me out of the corner of her eye but very pointedly did not acknowledge me. She waved her hand. She wanted me to stay away and shut up. She was, after everything that happened yesterday, still determined to protect me. If I wasn't in some sort of romantic love before, I would have fallen for her then. At that point I did something really fucking stupid.

"Stop hitting her you asshole. It was me!"

He looked up at me stunned. I knew I had about three seconds before I became a chalk outline. Mom was shaking her head in horror. I thought faster than I ever had before or since.

"It was Jade, my fucking girlfriend! I didn't have anywhere to take her in this stupid tiny fucking house so I used the minivan. And...and I fucked her. I made a mess. Big fucking deal."

I didn't even know any Jade. At least I hoped I didn't. I really wasn't looking to sic my father on some innocent girl. Luckily my words had the desired effect. As expected, he didn't ask any questions and he certainly didn't apologize to Mom. He came at me and I didn't even bother raising my hands.

"You little shit..." is about all I remember of that conversation. I got hit a few times in the head and then kicked. A lot. Mom shouted a little. He stopped. It was what I expected from previous experiences. Since his property, Mom, wasn't involved, it was just a case of a disobedient son. I knew how to take punches and kicks. Becky cried but it was normal fear, not fear that she was about to see a family member get murdered in front of her.

I did, however, black out a bit. And I lost a little short term memory. The next thing I can recall with any clarity was waking up in a hospital room. My father was nowhere to be seen, but Mom was speaking with hushed tones with a doctor in the corner. He looked alarmed and angry, which I took as a good sign. Becky was sitting next to me and I winked to her to show I was OK. She made a face.

"You look...really disgusting," she said. I knew it meant she wasn't worried about me anymore which was fine. I took a nap.