Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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