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Subject: {ASSM} Kentucky Wonder 4 (MF, cheat, inc)
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Kentucky Wonder (Cheat, MF, Inc)  Part 4

Synopsis
Corrine Deere tells her own story.  It 
is the tale of a servile woman whose 
effort to be a person in her own right 
is frustrated by her boorish husband.  A 
full-blown compulsive, Leon masks his 
abuse and bigotry with self-
righteousness.  His repressive control 
results in a stinging backlash that 
neither she nor he could have predicted.


Disclaimer
This story contains graphic sexual 
scenes of incest and adultery.  If you 
are under the legal age of adulthood in 
your state, find another story.  This 
story is not to be read where it is 
illegal. The possible resemblance to 
actual characters, living or dead is 
purely coincidental.  This story may not 
be posted or changed or otherwise used 
by anyone anywhere without the 
permission of OneGallus.

"Kentucky Wonder"
Part 4

I didn't trouble myself to fix supper 
for Leon.  I thought I'd done enough by 
serving up my nose to him that morning.  
As it turned out, he didn't even come 
home for supper.

When Lonnie got home from school at 
7:00, he stood in the kitchen, looking 
at me, puzzled to see me just sitting at 
the empty table.  I smiled and said, 
"How about some Chinese?"

"But where's Dad?"

I shrugged.  "I just got paid today, I'm 
buying."

"All right!" he said.

We went to a place in a nearby strip 
mall that was new to us.  The waiter was 
a self-effacing soul who couldn't speak 
English well.  He took my order, then 
turned to Lonnie and said, "And what for 
da husband?" smiling at him and then 
back at me.  He took our orders, poured 
us green tea, and left.

"Lonnie, tell me what it's like over at 
Abby's house." I was probing.

"Well, Mom, it's very relaxed," he said, 
slurping the hot drink.   "I hate to say 
it, but the atmosphere is a lot more . . 
. Well, it's more pleasant than our 
house, peaceful."  He put out a hand and 
touched my arm.  "Not that I'm blaming 
you, you understand." He cupped both 
hands around the cup of tea.

"I know, hon, I guess your dad and I 
don't provide much of a real home for 
you, do we?  I'm sorry, Lonnie, you 
deserve better." I reached across the 
table and squeezed his hand.  Under the 
table I felt Lonnie hook his feet around 
my ankle and squeeze it.  

"Mom, whatever happiness has ever been 
in that house, it's because you put it 
there!"  Lonnie was looking intently 
into my eyes.  

The waiter broke the spell by bringing 
our order on an enormous tray.  He set 
Lonnie's Lemon Chicken down in front of 
him, "For da mister," he said, grinning 
from ear to ear.  Then he sat down the 
plate of mixed spicy vegetables before 
me, "And for da missus," he said.  He 
picked up the teapot and freshened my 
tea.  "Any else?"

"No, that's fine," I said.

"We're going to have stop meeting like 
this," Lonnie said and winked.

"He probably thinks you're older than 
you are." I smiled.

"Oh no!  He knows how sexy you look!" he 
said, and winked as he clutched my 
ankles again with his."

I laughed and picked up my fork.  He let 
go of my ankle, and the rest of the 
dinner date was small talk.  I paid the 
check with the proceeds from my first 
check.  When we got home, we walked 
through the kitchen into the hallway.  

"Lonnie, would you show me how to do the 
Internet?" I'm a little scared to try it 
by myself."

"No problem Mom," he said, "I'll boot up 
right now, what are you looking for?"  

"Something called, 'Polyamory.'" I told 
him, remembering George's words.


Lonnie nodded slowly and silently.  
"It'll take about ten minutes," he said.

"OK, I said, I'm going to change," and I 
walked to my room wondering why Lonnie 
grew so silent when I mentioned 
"Polyamory."  I removed my clothes and 
started to put on a pair of jeans.  I 
looked at the clock, saw it was close 
8:30 and decided that I would shower and 
dress for bed.  As the hot water flowed 
over me, I thought about what George had 
said about love, how he loved me, and 
how he loved Sandra.  Just then, I heard 
Lonnie enter the bathroom.

"Mom?  

 "Yes darling?"

"Do you still want to do the Internet?"

"Oh I forgot, I'm sorry, dear.  I 
decided I'd have a shower, and it felt 
so good, I got carried away," I shouted 
over the noise of the water. 

"That's OK, I just wondered what 
happened to you!"

"I'll be out in a bit and we'll look it 
up," I called.

I rinsed and turned the water off, and 
opened the door to the shower stall.  
Lonnie was sitting on the toilet seat 
right in front of me.  I stood dripping 
and naked before him.  He stared at me, 
my breasts, then my crotch, then my 
eyes.  I quickly reached for my terry 
cloth robe and he finally averted his 
eyes.

"Sorry, Mom.  I should have left."

"No problem, sweetie, I just thought 
you'd gone back to your room."  I 
overlapped one lapel of the oversized 
robe with the other.  When Lonnie turned 
back, I smiled at him, as if seeing me 
naked was like catching me brushing my 
hair.  He stood up to go.  "No, don't 
leave, hon," I said, trying to make us 
both feel better, "I have a question."  
I turned my back and opened the robed 
and dried my body off as I talked.  

"Yeah?"

"Lonnie, you mentioned how nice things 
were over at the Hewlett's house."

"Yes," he said, sitting back down on the 
toilet seat.

"And how much nicer it is than what goes 
on around here, you know, with Dad and 
all."

"Yes?"

"Well, honey, do you ever talk with them 
about . . . about us here at home?"

"Mom!" he said, and I looked back over 
my shoulder to see a look of miserable 
apprehension on his face.  

"No, it's OK, I don't care.  In fact, 
you probably should talk to somebody 
about how messed up it is around here."  
I put a foot up on the tub and dried my 
leg, aware that it was exposed, but not 
caring. 

"Yeah," he said, "I talk with them." 

"Well, what you talk about?" I asked, 
finishing one leg and starting on the 
other.

"Well, one day, I remember talking about 
how hard it was to love Dad.  Abby's mom 
said yes, but we have to try to love him 
anyway, because people learn to love 
others by being loved.

"Do they think I don't show enough 
love?" I said, drying the other leg, 
looking back at him.

"No, no, I didn't get that idea.  I 
think they all believe that you're . . . 
Well, a special person, Mom.  I know 
Abby does."

"Abby?  You've talked to Abby about 
this?"

"Yeah, she thinks you're cool."

"She does?" I said, mystified.

"Yeah, so does her Mom."

"Really?" I said, reaching inside my 
robe to dry my breasts and my underarms.  
I was amazed.

"Yes, she keeps asking me how you like 
working for George," he said.

"George?' You don't call him `George' do 
you?"    

He shrugged his shoulders, "That's what 
she calls him, Abby does too, 
sometimes."

"Humm." I said, tying my robe loosely at 
the waist.  "How do you and Abby get 
along with each other?"  I sat down on 
the edge of the tub, the robe falling 
away from my knees, which I kept 
modestly together. Lonnie took note.

"Fine, we're fine."

"Do you ever, ah, do you ever kiss?" 

"Mom!"

"Well?" I said, reaching for some 
moisturizing lotion.

"Yes!"

"Anything else?" I poured the lotion 
into my hand and I began rubbing it 
slowly on my feet and legs.  A mellow 
cinnamon fragrance filled the air.

"Mom!"

"Don't be mad at me, Lonnie.  You and I 
have been pretty close through the 
years.  Sometimes a boy can grow too 
dependent on his mother."

"Mom," he said, standing up, coming 
forward and putting a hand on my 
shoulder, "I love you, but Abby and I 
are just fine.  We love each other.  One 
of these days we'll probably marry.  She 
knows I'm close to you.  She's close to 
her Mom and Dad too."

"What do you mean, she's close?"  My 
hands were wide open and encircling my 
thighs, which were shining with the 
lotion.  

"I mean, you know, they're very 
affectionate." He watched carefully as I 
opened my leg further and massaged the 
inner thigh with lotion. I placed a 
wrist strategically between my crotch 
and my son's eyes.

"You mean between her and her parents?"

"Yes, actually, between all of them." 
Lonnie eyed my hands as I worked my way 
higher.  

I was feeling utterly reckless tonight.  
"Do you see this affection?" I asked.

"Sure.  It seems that every time they 
walk past one another, they touch."

"Give me an example."
 
Lonnie thought a moment, "Well, one time 
after dinner, Abby and I were sitting at 
the table, still talking.  Sandra was 
out of the room and George got up and 
began washing dishes.  Sandra came back 
in and saw George washing, and said, 
"Oh! Aren't you sweet?  She went up 
behind him and hugged him and ran her 
fingers up under his tee shirt, and 
rubbed his belly and chest and kissed 
him on the neck.  Then she made a grab 
for him."  

"A grab?"

"You know," he grinned.

"Right in front of you?" I rubbed more 
lotion on my legs

"Didn't seem to bother anyone," said 
Lonnie, shrugging.

I now sat with my legs bare, fully 
exposed and my robe pulled open to the 
very extremity of my thighs.  The only 
reason Lonnie could not see my pubic 
hair was because I had brought my knees 
primly together. I studied the small 
checkered tiles on the floor, feeling 
Lonnie's eyes on me.  I splayed out my 
toes on five of the tiles and said, 
"You've never seen that between your dad 
and me, have you?"  

"Well, George and Sandra both love one 
another.  They talk about love all the 
time, and they show it."  

"What about Abby with her parents, do 
they show affection?"

Lonnie chuckled.  "Well, I saw her bump 
her dad one day."

"Bump him?  What does that mean?"

"Gee Mom, it's hard to describe."

"Then show me," I said.

He grinned at this.  "OK, stand up!" I 
did, my robe dropping over my legs and 
held loosely by the belt. 

Lonnie said, "Now put your hands around 
my neck."  

I did that.

"Now kiss me on the lips and hold it."  

I kissed him very tenderly with closed 
lips as he bent over toward me.   I felt 
Lonnie's hands on my hips, but our 
bodies were not actually touching.  Then 
his lips came away, and he looked at me 
with an amused grin.  He held my eyes 
and his hips made a sort of circular 
motion, away from me. Then he drew back 
and gently slammed his pelvis into mine, 
pulling me to him by my hips.  It was a 
very sexual move and reminded me of some 
scenes from "Dirty Dancing."  

"That's what I mean by "bumping," he 
said, smiling.

I giggled and asked, "What did George 
do?"

"He laughed, and so did her Mom!"

"Laughed? Sandra was there?"

"Yes!"

"Did she say anything?"

Lonnie looked down and grinned.

"What did she say, Lonnie?"

"She said, 'Careful girl, or you'll get 
stabbed.'" 

Actually, this banter between the 
Hewletts made me feel almost a sense of 
legitimacy in what I said next.

I looked down at Lonnie's crotch. "Well, 
I guess you and I better not get too 
close either."

Lonnie's hands were still on my hips and 
he looked at my eyes closely.   I knew I 
had pushed against the envelope maybe 
breaking out of it, but that fluttery 
reckless feeling was on me. 

Lonnie inhaled and as if he had caught 
scent of an invitation and he pulled me 
to him, our bodies gently bumping 
together several times. Then he pulled 
me into a more steady pressure and I 
felt his zipped up erection pressing 
through my robe into my belly. His eyes 
closed slowly and as he pressed and 
moved, he seemed to be concentrating on 
achieving a certain of position, 
gradually adjusting his body to mine.  
In his throat, he uttered a soft high-
pitched, "Umhhh," and then exhaled.

I had no doubt that he was revisiting 
his feelings of the other night when he 
spooned with me on the bed and 
ejaculated into his clothes.  I had 
pretended a kind of sleep and denied I 
was conscious of anything, but there was 
no denying this event.  It was happening 
and we both knew it.

One of his hands traveled up my back to 
my neck and he pulled my head into his 
chest, so that my cheek rested on him.  
His other hand traveled from my hip to 
my buttock and he pressed against me 
more tightly.  I felt warm and secure 
and loved.  He rocked slightly from side 
to side.  "Ummh," Lonnie sighed again, 
and when he did, I realized that my own 
hands were on Lonnie's backside. I had 
hooked my thumbs inside of his jeans' 
hip pockets.

Lonnie slid his hand around from my 
buttock and up between our bodies.  He 
pulled the belt loose from my robe and 
it hung free.  I felt the back of his 
hand fumbling against my naked stomach 
and I heard the zipper come down on his 
fly.  His long hard penis was now 
directly on the skin of my stomach, near 
my navel.  Lonnie rolled it against the 
softness of my belly and I clutched his 
butt tightly. I felt his foreskin 
sliding about across my navel.  

I was traveling on feelings alone now.  
There was no reason or logic involved, 
nor did I want them to be.  I certainly 
didn't want to think through any moral 
taboo.  I was aware of the taboo, but 
instead of it being a deterrent, the 
very wickedness of it only fanned the 
flames.  I put a hand to the back of 
Lonnie's neck and drew his face to my 
open mouth. I sucked at his tongue and 
there were no other moments to consider, 
not the moments before, and not the 
moments after.  

His hands were now on my naked ass, 
stroking it, tracing the cleavage, 
spreading it.   He crowded his penis 
against me again, rocking.  He took my 
anxious tongue into his mouth.  We 
kissed and swayed together for a long 
moment.  Then I felt Lonnie' arms come 
up under my armpits and lift me off the 
floor.  I was staring directly into his 
eyes, which were full of unmitigated 
lust.  He grunted with the burden, and I 
wrapped my legs around his hips, and 
locked my ankles behind him.  His hands 
came down inside my robe and cupped my 
butt. He lifted me and I felt myself 
rise and spread.  Then came the pressure 
of his penis against my vulva.  He 
lowered me onto himself and I felt the 
momentary pulling of my pubic hairs as I 
sank and opened.  I hung there, impaled 
on my son's huge penis, squirming with 
pleasure.

"Now, ain't that a Kentucky Wonder?" 
Leon said.   

End of Part 4.  Go to Part 5.

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