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A Mother's Secret Needs Ch. 2
Suzy Jenkins stood wearily at her kitchen counter
making coffee, hair tousled, her eyes bloodshot
from lack of sleep. She stared blankly out the
window as the strong brew began to percolate. The
sky was ominously dark. Storm clouds were
gathering. Whatever the intensity of the gale, it
could never match the tempest in Suzy's soul this
day, for it was the morning after the unthinkable
- sex with her own son.
Suzy's mind was a whirlwind of words images from
the night before. She remembered every shattering
detail with crystal clarity: her quivering with a
combination of shame unholy desire as she stood
nude before her dominant son; sinking to her
knees, taking him into her mouth; spreading her
soft thighs wide; whimpering rubbing his chest
with her little hands as he took her sacred womb
with that massive penis...
Ohhh God - I MUST be crazy! A mother who fu - who
does THAT with her own child has GOT to be
insane!, she thought in torment, tears rolling
down her blushing cheeks.
Suzy was so lost in thought that she didn't hear
Jack enter the kitchen. He paused looked his mom
over with that special appreciation of a new
lover. He saw her pretty silk robe molding to her
voluptuous curves: her broad, womanly hips saucy
butt, so suggestive of fecundity; the swell of
those marvelous puffy-nippled breasts straining
against the thin fabric; the cute little pink
satin flats with the tiny bows that he had
secretly thought were so sexy. His penis began to
tingle as the sight of her caused the X-rated film
of their incestuous coupling to run in his head.
Memories of the night before were no less vivid
for Jack than for his mother, with the exception
that his guilt, while not quite non-existent, was
far less intense.
With a mischievous grin, Jack crept up on his
oblivious mom. Suzy cried out in shock as Jack
circled her in his strong arms from behind,
squeezing her breasts gently. "Mornin', Mom - or
should I say 'darling'?" he said with a chuckle,
kissing her neck.
"Jack!! No!! Let me go!! LET ME GO!!" Suzy
squealed in panic, struggling wildly to break
free.
Jack released her, putting his hands up
defensively. "Ok, ok! Damn! I didn't mean to scare
you. I just wanted to say 'good morning' properly
after such an incredible night, that's all."
Suzy pressed her hand to her ample bosom, her
heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. Her
eyes were huge at her son's sudden presence.
"Don't s-sneak up on me like that!!"
"Sorry!" Jack replied, smiling again as he reached
out to cup her cheek. Suzy jerked her head away.
This was certainly a turnaround in his mother's
attitude compared to the night before. Jack was
confused.
"Uh - what's up, Mom? Why so cold all of a
sudden?" he asked quizzically.
"J-Jack, we've g-got to talk...," Suzy stammered
nervously, running her shaky fingers through her
hair. "Sit down."
Jack arched an eyebrow as he did so.
The coffee was ready. Suzy poured 2 mugs with
difficulty brought them slowly to the table,
placing one in front of her son. She seated
herself they both drank, saying nothing for a long
moment. Jack looked calmly at his mother, waiting.
Suzy carefully avoided his gaze.
Finally gathering up the courage to begin, Suzy
rolled her eyes toward the ceiling said: "Ab-about
last night..."
"Ohhhh yeahhh!" Jack interrupted enthusiastically
with a huge grin. "God, it was INCREDIBLE! Ya
know, I never DREAMED such a thing could ever
happen - that one day I would actually fuck - "
"JACK!! Don't you say that filthy WORD to me!!"
Suzy shouted. Jack clammed up rather sheepishly.
Suzy shut her eyes tightly shook her head.
"Christ, what a mess - a nightmare, that's what it
is. I keep praying to wake up, but I know I never
will...." Tears began to roll again.
Jack was moved by his mother's anguish. He wanted
to say something to ease her mind.
"Mom," he said with a serious tone, "I think I
know why you're so upset."
Suzy looked at him. "You do?"
"Yeah. You're all torn up because you're worried
that our having sex has twisted me - turned me
into a pervert. Am I right?"
"Y-Yes...," Suzy whispered, lowering her head in
shame.
Jack took her hand smiled reassuringly. "Well,
don't worry about that! I'm still the same person
I was before last night. Hell, even better! How
could I not be - after making love to such an
adorable little lady?" He brought his mother's
hand to his lips kissed it, giving her his best
seductive look.
Suzy quickly pulled her hand back. "Stop it, you
fool!!" she snapped. "You just don't get it, do
you? What we did last night was wrong, dead wrong
, an absolutely TERRIBLE sin - and more than that,
a serious crime! If anyone ever found out about
it, I'd be sent to PRISON, my reputation ruined
our family destroyed forever!"
"Well, it's not as if I'm gonna print up
leaflets...," Jack said flippantly.
"Shut up, you damned idiot!" Suzy spat furiously.
"What about your poor father, huh? We betrayed him
in the worst possible way - right in there, on
that couch that he worked hard to pay for!" she
said , jabbing a finger toward the living room.
"Have you NO sense of shame? None at all?"
This struck a nerve. "Look, I wasn't really
thinking too much about DAD when we were getting
it on. Who the hell would in a situation like
that?" Jack said, becoming a little angry.
"Anyway, YOU were the one who started blurting out
all that 'I'm you're lady now, not that inferior
little mans' shit!."
"Ohhhh my GODDD!! Don't remind meee!!" Suzy cried
out, covering her ears.
The recollection of his mother's outrageous words
of passion caused Jack's big cock to stir. "Did
you mean all that stuff you said, Mom?" he asked
in a deeper voice.
Suzy looked squarely at her son for a moment
before answering honestly. "Y-yes - I did. That's
what TERRIFIES me! I-I just got caught up in it
all!" she exclaimed, wringing her hands. "Ohhh,
how COULD I betray Mike like that? He loves us
both works so hard! It's not his fault he can't
satisfy me. It would kill him if he ever found
out, just KILL him!"
"He won't ever find out, Mom. Why should he?
There's absolutely no reason we can't continue to
- "
"HOLD IT!!" Suzy barked. "We aren't going to
'continue' anything - understand?"
"Well, why the hell not?" Jack replied, his blood
pressure rising. "You just now said that Dad can't
get the job done in the sack. We both know damn
well that I CAN, so why NOT continue?"
"No! No way! Your father is sexually inadequate -
yes, it's true - but I've endured that for nearly
20 years. I'll just have to resign myself to it,
that's all. I betrayed my husband in a moment of
madness, and the guilt is HORRIBLE! I will never
do it again - NEVER!" Suzy said vehemently.
"What about me, Mom?" Jack said, the pain etched
on his face. "Making love to you was the greatest
thing I've ever experienced - just mind-blowing.
It was far more than just a good screw for me
because I KNOW that we connected in a unique way.
We really became ONE when I was inside you, Mom -
our souls as well as our bodies. Can you deny it?"
"Oh, honey, don't make this more difficult than it
already is. Please...," Suzy whined, her spine
tingling at her son's words.
"Come on - admit it..."
"Al-alright - yes. Yes, we did become one. God,
it's true...," Suzy said in a little girl whisper.
"Yes! Now, you KNOW that we are meant to be
together, Mom - to feel that ecstasy again. It
will kill us both if we don't...," Jack said,
slowly leaning forward to kiss his mother. Their
lips touched. Suzy closed her eyes as she
tentatively returned her son's kiss, moaning
weakly into his mouth. Jack reached out cupped her
soft titty, feeling her nipple against his palm.
Suzy opened her eyes suddenly. She shoved Jack's
hand away leaped out of her chair.
"NO!! , Suzy cried out. "We are NOT going to do
that again! It ends now, you hear me? NOW!!" She
turned fled, sobbing.
Jack got to his feet. "Oh yeah? You really think
so, huh?" he shouted after his mother. "We'll see
about that! Bitch!!." He kicked over his chair in
frustrated rage.
The following weeks were a living hell for them
both. Suzy struggled to maintain the appearance of
normalcy for the benefit of her husband family,
but the strain on her was tremendous. Jack kept
trying to kiss fondle his mother whenever he got
the chance. As a result, Suzy desperately tried to
avoid being alone with her son, even for a moment.
Then there were the awful dreams. They were the
same every night: She lying on that damn couch,
nude sweaty, panting like a bitch in heat as Jack
leers slides his huge penis deep inside her,
touching places no man ever had; her moaning
saying all those horrible lustful things to her
own son. Then, just when Jack begins spewing his
seed into her as her own orgasm hits, she glances
out of the corner of her eye and is astonished to
see Mike and her family standing there, sneers of
loathing on their faces. Suzy opens her mouth to
beg them for forgiveness, but in the throes of her
shattering climax, all she can do is make a vulgar
grunting noise. Mike, her parents all the others
slowly point their fingers at her accusingly shout
in unison: "WHORE!!."
At that point, Suzy always awoke with a start, her
heart pounding.
"Wha-? What is it, hon? What's the matter?" Mike
asked sleepily one night.
"N-Nothing! Just another b-bad dream, that's all.
Go back to sleep...," she replied miserably.
"You've been having a lot of those lately. Want to
tell me about them? That's what I'm here for,
baby," he said lovingly, rubbing her back.
"Uh - no thanks," Suzy said. "It's nothing - just
a phase I'm going through, I guess. It'll work
it's way out of my system soon...," she said
without conviction.
"Well, ok, sugar. Whatever you think is best. I'm
here if you need me," Mike said, kissing her
tenderly.
Suzy settled back down, her husband's kind concern
making her feel like even more of a shit. She
would sleep no more that night...
And so it went. Then one evening Mike came home
from work with an announcement: "The boss told me
I've got to go to Zimbabwe to close down our
branch there," he said wearily. "Zimbabwe, for
Christ's sake..."
Suzy's blood turned to ice. "What! Let him send
somebody else!"
"No dice, baby. I'm the only guy available with
the necessary experience seniority to handle the
job. Unfortunately, all the others who could do it
are already busy with other assignments, so I drew
the short straw. Shit!"
"Well, how long is this going to take? 2 or 3
days?" she asked hopefully.
Mike laughed. "Don't I wish! No. This is going to
take at least a month - maybe more..."
Suzy was aghast. The idea of trying to fend off
Jack's advances for even a few days was scary
enough, but for a whole MONTH!
"T-Take me with you!" she pleaded desperately.
"Out of the question!" Mike replied firmly.
"Zimbabwe is no place for Whites - especially
White women. Haven't you heard about Mugabe
killing all those farmers? I would never set foot
in that shithole myself if Goldstein wasn't
ordering me to go. Damn him..."
Omigod!, Suzy thought in a panic, seeing no way
out.
"When do you h-have to leave?"
"In the morning."
"WHAT!"
"Yeah, I know, I know. Let's not talk about it any
more tonight! I want to savor one last evening of
peace before a month of constant pains in the ass!
What's for dinner?"
During dinner afterward, Mike was talking with a
forced joviality, attempting to raise his spirits
Suzy's, but it only made things worse. Jack, on
the other hand, seemed to be in a fine mood. All
smiles, in fact. Laughing at his father's little
jokes tired stories.
Surprise, surprise..., Suzy thought with a grim
sarcasm.
As his father bantered on throughout the evening,
Jack kept glancing knowingly at his mother. Suzy
nervously avoided his gaze. Finally, at about
10:30, Mike yawned stretched.
"Well, I guess I better hit the ol' hay! Gotta get
up early. Coming up with me, hon?" he asked Suzy,
a familiar glint in his eye.
"Uh-yeah, sure..." She got up, sighing inwardly.
"Cut the lights off when you go to bed, Jack.
Goodnight, partner.," Mike said.
"Yeah, I will. Night!" Jack replied.
Mike took his wife's hand affectionately as he led
her upstairs. Suzy could feel Jack's eyes on her.
As soon as they got in bed, Mike started fumbling
with her breasts wetly kissing her ear - which she
particularly hated.
"Daddy's got a going-away present for his li'l
girl - oh yes, he does! Heh heh!" Mike simpered.
Suzy rolled her eyes in the dark as he made his
move. Without any foreplay worthy of the name, he
got between her legs. Suzy winced as Mike pressed
his 4 -inch penis into her dry vagina. He
immediately began thrusting frantically, panting
like a steam engine with urgency, his undersized
testicles flapping loosely against her buttocks.
Suzy just laid there passively, waiting for it to
end.
It wasn't a long wait. Within a minute, Mike began
whining like a woman: "Ohhhh! Yeah! I'm gonna cum!
Gonna shoot it! OOOO!." A few drops of semen oozed
from the tip of his cock, barely moistening Suzy's
pussy. She was glad of the darkness. It hid the
look on her face.
Mike kissed her sloppily but lovingly as he rolled
off of her, exausted. He was asleep almost at
once, snoring as usual. Suzy lay next to him
looking up at the darkened ceiling...
Part 2
Suzy closed the front door, put her purse on the
coffee table sat down heavily. She had just got
back from driving Mike to the airport seeing him
off. "Well, baby, gotta go!" he said when the
boarding announcement for his flight came over the
loudspeaker. "Now, don't forget to make sure the
doors windows are locked at night before you go to
bed. Ah, hell - listen to me cluckin' like a
mother hen! I'm sure everything will be fine!."
Suzy smiled weakly. He leaned down to give her a
kiss. Mike picked up his bag, waved walked out to
board the plane.
Suzy had taken her time driving home, needing to
think. She also wanted to make sure that Jack
would have left for his job before she got there.
Knowing that she would be alone with her son for
at least a month filled her with dread. Suzy
wracked her brain searching for ways to fend him
off, but she knew that since Mike wouldn't be
there to help curtail Jack's advances by his mere
presence, it would be extremely difficult.
Finally, she gave up trying to devise clever
avoidance tactics just resolved to to remain
steadfast in her refusal to give in to him.
Her nervousness increased as the day wore on. She
turned on the tube tried to watch a soap opera,
but she was too keyed up for that. Then she did
housework to try to keep her mind occupied. She
vacuumed all the carpets, mopped the kitchen floor
like a sailor swabbing the deck dusted up a storm.
As she paused to wipe the sweat from her brow, she
glanced up at the clock: 4:07 P.M.
Jack will be home soon. God...
She was in the middle of making dinner when she
heard the heavy sound of a man's feet on her front
steps. Her heart began to pound as the knob turned
the door opened slowly inward. There he was. A
chill ran down Suzy's spine at the sight of her
son. He stood there for a moment in the doorway
looking at her, then closed the door behind him.
He walked slowly through the living room with the
deadly grace of a hunting leopard, a slight smile
on his lips. Suzy tensely returned to stirring her
sauce. Jack came close to his mother, peering over
her shoulder.
"MMM! Smells delicious!" he said in his deep,
sensuous voice.
"It's just s-spaghetti bolognese garlic bread.
N-nothing special...," Suzy stuttered, his
closeness unsettling her.
"One of my favorites...."
"It'll be done in a f-few minutes."
"Well then, I guess I'd better go wash up a little
before I - dig in to your goodies..."
Suzy looked sideways without turning her head.
Jack hummed a tune as he sauntered out of the
kitchen went upstairs to freshen up.
Dinner was eaten mostly in silence. Suzy's nerves
took away her appetite, so she just picked at her
food. Jack ate with his usual gusto.
"Why aren't you eating, Mom?" he asked as he
helped himself to second plateful.
"Oh, I - I'm just not hungry, I guess..."
"Well, that's a shame. You really outdid yourself
this time!" he said, taking a drink of his red
wine.
"Thank you."
After dinner, they went into the living room to
watch t.v. Jack sat down on the couch - in the
same spot where she'd given him the blowjob. He
looked up at his mother innocently. Blushing, Suzy
sat in the chair. She picked up the clicker,
turned on the set went through the channels,
finally settling on a nature program about rhinos.
At about the midway point in the show, there was a
scene with the dominant bull rhino following one
of his cows around, sniffing her hindquarters. The
camera then focused on his massive erection: a
good 3 feet long as thick as a man's arm. Suzy's
throat tightened. The aroused bull rhino suddenly
mounted his cow, sliding that tremendous organ
into her. She gave a sort of whinny as he started
to "take care of business." Suzy couldn't stand
THIS. She quickly changed the channel to a sitcom,
not looking at Jack. He raised an amused eyebrow,
but said nothing.
After a few hours of boob tube viewing
interspersed with Suzy's monosyllabic responses to
Jack's attempts to engage her in conversation,
Suzy spoke.
"I'm tired now. It's been a long day, so I'll say
g-goodnight..." She got up, forced a smile headed
for the stairs.
"Night Night! Sleep well..." Jack said, watching
the sway of his mother's shapely buttocks through
narrowed eyes as she ascended the steps. Then he
went back to watching the movie.
Suzy took her bra off, then slipped the sheer
nightie on. Well, at least I made it through the
first evening alone with him, she thought. Thank
God he didn't try anything... She got in bed,
pulled the covers over her, sighed with relief
reached over to turn out the lamp.
Suzy awoke with a cry of alarm, sitting bolt
upright in bed. She was covered with a sheen of
sweat. It was that filthy dream again. "Oh, damn
it to HELL!" she swore in breathless frustration.
She looked over at the clock radio: 1:26 A.M.
Suzy swung her legs off the bed turned on the
light. She put on her pink satin slippers headed
for the bathroom. As she was at the sink splashing
water on her face, Suzy paused looked in the
mirror.
Now, THAT is one tired gal..., she said to
herself, shaking her head wearily. She turned off
the faucet, dried her face with the towel went
back to her bedroom.
Suzy laid back down was reaching to turn out the
lamp when the door opened. Jack . And he was clad
only in a pair of close-fitting silk jockey
shorts.
"Jack! W-What do you want?" Suzy exclaimed,
gripping the covers tightly.
"I heard you cry out. What's wrong?" he said,
striding forward.
"Nothing - nothing at all! I just had a b-bad
dream. I'm fine now," she stammered
apprehensively. "G-Go back to bed, Jack.
Goodnight!"
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