Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything that injures you…"

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

"I-I don't understand!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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