M. Jacobs: Incest wife

"I… I was just lookin' for my pocket knife, Dad. I just remembered that I left it in here when I showed it to Thad. You know, Dad, the knife you bought me last week. I… I woke up in the middle of the night and remembered where I lost it," Randy said, quickly getting to his feet and brushing by his father on the way out of the room.

Randy hoped that his father bought the story about the lost knife. He closed his eyes and prayed that he wouldn't ask him to show him the knife. The boy kept his hand closed around the imaginary pocket knife and hurried out of the room.

Angela's eyes caught Randy's as the boy ran from the room. She could see that her son was afraid of being found out. She tried to reassure the boy with a sly smile. Underneath the calm exterior she was maintaining for Randy's sake, she was just as afraid as he was.

Mike was about to flick off the light in Thad's room when he saw something lying under Thad's bed. He investigated further and discovered one of Angela's slippers. He got on his knees and reached around under the bed until he found the other one. He couldn't imagine what Angela's slippers were doing in Thad's room.

"I see you found my slippers, darling," Angela said, trying to be brave. "I wonder what they were doing in here."

"Oh, well, Barney must have hidden them there, Mike. You know how he likes to steal slippers," Angela said, putting the blame on the family dog.

"I guess that must be it," Mike said, following Angela out of the room.

Before turning off the light, Mike glanced back at Thad's bed and wondered why Thad hadn't awakened with all the talking and the lights being flicked on and off. It almost seemed that he was pretending to be asleep for some strange reason. Mike had the funny feeling that there was more here than met the eye. Angela seemed nervous about something, and Randy had darted out of the room as if he had been caught doing something pretty serious. And why had Randy been naked instead of wearing his pajamas? The boys didn't usually make it a habit to run around the house buck naked like that.

Mike glanced around the room one more time and caught sight of what appeared to be a pair of pajamas lying on the floor. In fact, there were two pair of pajamas. Mike scratched his head sleepily and quietly closed the door behind him.

"Come to bed now, darling," Angela said with a nervous smile. "I'm sorry I woke you up, Mike. I know you have to get to the office early tomorrow."

"Doesn't matter, Angela. You didn't exactly wake me up. I just rolled over and didn't feel you next to me," Mike said.

"I'm surprised you noticed," Angela sighed.

"What's that supposed to mean, Angela?" Mike asked.

"Well, darling, you should know," she said in a bored voice. "But I don't know, Angela."

"Let's drop this discussion, darling. It's awfully late," she murmured, yawning.

"I don't think we will drop it, Angela!" Mike bristled.

Angela knew that her attitude toward Mike and his lack of interest in her had changed since she had discovered how to get attention from younger men. She could already feel herself fighting the urge to ridicule him for his impotence. She was losing the battle to control herself. Mike's near-discovery of her incestuous activities had put her on the defensive. But now that she thought of it, there was very little chance that he would realize what was actually going on. Angela herself found it hard to believe that she was fucking her sons so how could Mike ever catch on?

"I suppose you think I don't know you're alive, Angela. Is that it?" Mike asked.

"No, darling. I know you know I'm alive. I just wonder if you remember that I'm a woman… or that you're a man!" Angela said, sitting at her vanity and combing her long lustrous hair.

"Jesus Christ, Angela!" Mike said. "You know I love you! Don't you?"

"Yes, Mike, I know you love me," she said with a bored sigh.

"Well?" her husband asked. "If you know I love you, what's the problem?"

"Mike, darling, a woman needs more than love. Of course you love me. You feel comfortable with me. You know I'll always be beside you. I'm like an old pair of house slippers beside your bed. I'm tired of being a pair of house slippers, Mike!" Angela shouted.

"But what else do you need? I mean… hell, Angela… I do the best I can for you and the boys. I'm not rich, but we're comfortable. The business is doing just great. I'm ready to expand, Angela. I'm going to go over the plans with my accountant tomorrow morning. I'll be able to double my business in the next year. We'll be able to buy a new house, maybe even take a vacation in Europe."

Angela glanced over at her husband and watched a look of pure bliss come over his face. It was almost the same look that used to come over him after fucking her. Angela was feeling the same hatred of his business as she would have felt if he had been seeing another woman.

"Oh, wonderful," Angela laughed, tossing her hair. "A vacation for three in Europe!"

"For three?" Mike asked.

"Why of course, darling! You and me and your business! Surely you don't think you could leave your business behind! You're precious business! It's disgusting!" she spat.

"What's happening, Angela? You've never acted like this before. Did I do something?" Mike asked, unable to believe his wife was dissatisfied with her situation.

"Nothing's happening. And you didn't do anything. That's just the trouble, Mike! You don't do anything for me at all!" Angela screamed, feeling like a lioness about to pounce. "I don't get it, Angela."

"No, darling, I don't get it! And I haven't been getting it for a long time!"

"Getting what, Angela?" the man asked.

"This, Mike," she said, gliding over to the bed where her husband sat and reaching between his legs to grab his cock through his pajamas. "This is what I'm not getting!"

Mike looked down between his legs and watched his wife squeezing his lifeless cock. He tried to wriggle free of her grasp, but she was persistent.

"What's the matter, Mike? Doesn't this feel good?" Angela asked as she squeezed and rubbed his cock and balls.

"Uh… sure it does… but… uh…" the man stuttered.

"But your cock won't get hard, will it, Mike?"

"Well… I… I'm a little tired… you know it's early in the mornings… and… I…"

"But you can never get hard, Mike! It doesn't matter what time of day it is, don't you see? You can't do a thing for me, Mike! Do you understand, dear? All you really care about is your damn insurance business! I'm a woman, Mike, and I need attention! I need this!" She pulled Mike's flaccid prick out of his pajamas and shook it. "You're not the least bit interested in me, are you, Mike?"

"Sure I am, Angela. You should know that," Mike said.

"Are you interested in this, Mike?" She slipped out of her negligee and presented her naked body. "Do my tits excite you, Mike?" she asked cupping her tits in her hands and lifting them slightly.

Angela brushed her fingers over the little peaks of her nipples and made them stiff and inviting. She knew that any man capable of feeling a sexual urge would be turned on by her display. She moved closer to her husband and smiled seductively. She pressed her warm silken tits up against his face, burying his face in her cleavage. She glanced down at his lap, but his cock, which was still hanging lifelessly between his legs, hadn't stirred a bit. "Oh, well! It's no use!" Angela sighed. "I… I'm sorry, Angela… I…"

"It doesn't matter, Mike. It doesn't matter any more. I've found other ways of amusing myself," Angela said, slipping into bed and closing her eyes.

"Other ways?" Mike asked. "What the hell does that mean?"

"You should know, darling! After all, dear, you know perfectly well that I've always been a woman with… certain needs!"