The Family Secret
by Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)

Continued from Chapter 5
	
       Chapter Six

	After the meal was over and the scene between her daughter and the crazy girl was in the past, Melba went into her own bedroom and lay there, waiting for her son to come to her and kill her. She knew it would have to happen and she wanted it to happen. She wanted the rotten core of her family to be gone so that, at least, Tammy Sue would have a chance to be saved. She glanced at the window and she saw Moses. He was still lying out there where he had fallen. Somebody should do something about his body, Melba thought, but she knew that she would not be about to do anything to take care of him. She would be a body soon herself. She would be dead and finished and gone from this rotten world.

	She thought about her secret, the secret that she shared with her older son, and she knew that was the reason that Reeves hated the family so much, hated women so much. It all stemmed from his hatred of her.

	The night came back to her as clearly as when it had happened, more clearly, in fact. She had replayed this scene from her history so often in her life that the scene had become a special sad friend.

	Melba had had two children quickly after her marriage, and she was only fourteen when she married J. D. That, in itself, was not unusual in Alma. When the sap started bubbling in a girl, she married. Better to marry than to ass, she remembered her father telling her many time, and she had certainly not wanted to burn.

	But, after those two children, she had decided not to have any more. She wanted just Reeves and Ann around her, her fair-haired boy and her dark-haired girl. J. D. had gone along with that for a couple of years and then he had demanded more children, more products of their fucking.

	She had given into him and she had had Timmy and Tammy Sue. Tammy Sue was a cute, little blonde girl and Timmy was a handsome young man too, but there was something wrong with him. He could not make a sound. Melba was afraid to have other children when she found out about Timmy's affliction. She did not want to get pregnant again.

	So, when she had gotten pregnant for the fifth time, she had gone to the city and she had had an abortion. It was not very common back then and not legal either, but that had not stopped her. She had wanted that abortion. She had wanted to avoid any more problems.

	Then J. D. had found out about it. Still, the woman was not sure how her husband had discovered her secret, but he did find out and he had taken her out into the woods behind the fields late at night, almost dragged her out there with his shotgun in his hand. Melba was afraid that her husband would kill her out there.

	When they got the woods, J. D. put his shotgun against a tree and looked at his still young and pretty wife.

	"Why did you do it?" he asked. She had not known what he was talking about.

	"What, J. D.?  Why did I do what?"

	"Wiiy did you destroy the little life that I gave you with my prick?"

	Then she knew that he had found out about the abortion. Melba suddenly felt very sick at heart. She sat down on the ground and started to cry.

	"I had to do it, J. D., " she moaned through her sobs. "I did not want to have any more ' children."

	"I gave you that child with my cock," the man hissed.

	"J. D., " the woman said, looking up at her husband, "you have four children. Isn't that enough?"

	"Not enough," the man said. "Not enough at all. I want nine or ten or fifteen, ever how many the Lord gives me and puts in my cock."

	"J. D.," his wife said, trying to explain, "the Lord did not put any children in your cock. He just put sperm there and sometimes that sperm. . ."

	"Put children there!" the man yelled. "Put children there so that I could shoot them into you and make you big and pregnant while those children grow. My children, Melba. They came from my cock and they are my children."

	"They are my children too!" she yelled, suddenly angry at her husband's stupidity. "No," he said firmly, shaking his head. "What?"

	Melba could not believe it. She could not believe that her stupid husband was actually denying that the children from her own womb belonged to her too.

	"I never saw nothing shooting out of your cock. You ain't got no cock, Melba. The children come from me and I just give them to you once in a while. That is all that you are good for. You keep them warm so that they can grow and come out and be my children again."

	Melba was so angry that she stopped crying. That fucking fool, she thought. He was denying that she had any right to her own body and her own children. She could not believe that even J. D. could be so stupid and so cruel. But he was stupid and cruel and he had always been that. When she had been younger, it had not bothered her. Her father had been stupid and cruel too and she thought that men just did not understand some things, just as women did not understand how to fix a car or build a building. But she had changed her ideas in recent years. Not all men were stupid and cruel, she had discovered, and this woman now knew that she could do damned near anything that her husband could do.

	In her anger, Melba looked out over the field and saw the things that her husband had given her. The land was no good, but she could not convince J.D. of that. He farmed it and tried to grow things on that land, the same things that his father and his grandfather had grown. Melba knew that one trouble with that land was the fact that it was worn out by the repetition of the same crop time and time again.

	Melba had read that in a magazine, but J. D. could not read.

	The woman suddenly realized how totally worthless her husband was, how much better she-and her children-would be without him. She wondered why she had married him in the first place.

	J. D. was still talking.

	"I will show you, Melba," the man said. "I will show you the children coming out of me. They don't come out of you, Melba They come out of me. That is the way that it is meant to be."

	He unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock and started to handle it, making it long and hard and full with blood.

	It was then that his wife understood why she had married J. D. Garrett. She had married him when she was just a silly teen-aged girl and she had married him for that cock. She had wanted that cock in her pussy. But now she realized that it had not really been his cock. It was any cock. She had wanted any cock in there, making her feel good and warm and loving. J.' D.'s cock just happened to be available, and she had taken it because she had been too young and silly to know that other, better cocks would be coming along.

	When they come along, when Melba started meeting men who were more handsome and more loving and more kind to her than J. D. could ever be, she was already taken. She had not fucked any of those better cocks because she had felt that she would have to be faithful to her husband, but now she realized that that had been a mistake too. Even fucking her, J. D. did not consider her to be a person, not a real person. She was just something to store his children in.

	And now he was beating off, standing over her and squeezing his cock and pulling the skin back and forth and playing with his tool. He was trying to show her that he was the father of children by showing her his come.

	It did not take J. D. long to come. It never did. He shot his wad all over Melba as she sat there on the ground. He shot the white stuff over her hair and her face as she sat there, feeling silly and angry.

	Then when he had finished coming, he reached down and ran his finger through some of the stuff that had landed on her face.

	"See?" he asked, holding some of the white goo in front of her eyes. "See? That stuff there is children, plain and simple. If you look real close, Melba, you can see the children swimming in that stuff and laughing and saying that they love their daddy."

	Melba, who was used to his foolishness and his ignorance, was shocked by that. Her husband was not only a fool, she thought. He was an hallucinating fool too.

	She pushed his hand away from her face.

	"Can't see nothing," she muttered with scorn. "Can't see no kids and no swimming and no laughter either, and, if you see that stuff in a dab of your own come, you are a fucking fool and you are crazy to boot."

	That is when he slapped her. That hand that had held the come in front of her eyes came across her face with a powerful force and J. D. Garrett slapped his wife.

	"Bitch," he hissed. "Fucking bitch. Worthless bitch."

	She could not sit there and take that off her husband. Her anger would not allow it. The woman came to her feet quickly. At first, she meant to slap him back, but things began to get blurry with the anger that filled her head and the next thing she knew she was diving for the shotgun and aiming it at her husband and pulling both of the triggers, exploding both of the barrels.

	Then J. D.'s foolish face exploded, just as the barrels of the shotgun had, and he was falling back, back. In her mind, it happened very slowly. Her husband's face was just a mass of red and then he fell back and back and back and back. Finally, he was lying on the ground, and Melba dropped the gun and turned her back on him. She could not stand to look at him.

	That is when she saw her son, Reeves. He was standing at the edge of the little clearing, looking at her mother. He had seen what she had done to her husband and Melba could see the hate brimming up in his boyish, blue eyes.

	"Reeves," she moaned, reaching out for him.

	The boy just stood there.

	Melba wanted to explain to him, she thought. She had just done something terrible and he had seen her do it. She wanted to let her, son know the reason for her action, the reason that she had killed his father.

	But, as she thought about the way that J. D.'s face had exploded, she could not think of a reason. She could not think of any explanation for what she had done. She could not even explain it to herself, and she knew that she would never be able to explain it to her son, to the boy who stood there now in front of her and stared at her in disbelief.

	But she heard the words coming out before she realized what she was saying.

	"Reeves," she said, "he was a man and he claimed that you were his children and not mine. He was a man and he claimed-"

	She stopped speaking. She did not know what she was trying-to say.

	Then the empty-headed blurring of her mind took over again. Her vision fogged and she saw her son standing there but she did not think of him as her son. She did not think that he was known to her at all. She only thought of him as a cock, a good cock, the kind of cock that she had denied herself for years because she was married to that idiot who lay on the ground behind her. She stumbled toward Reeves with her arms outstretched and everything went black for a moment.

	She had tried to remember what had happened for years. She had tried to remember how she had gone from murderess to lover, but she could never see that part, never reconstruct it.

	All she knew was that, later on (she did not know how much time had passed during her blackout) she and her son were lying naked in the forest and Reeves was fucking her with his boyish but heavy and hard prick.

	He was very good, and his cock ran deep into her as he held himself over her naked body and muttered the word over and over again.

	"Mother. Mother. Mother."

	And soon the word changed, almost imperspectively and it became another word, a word that seemed so true to Melba.

	"Murder. Murder. Murder."

	It was then that she screamed, that she cried out with all of her fury and her passion and her sorrow, all of the emotions that were so mixed up in side-of her, and pushed her son off her, as his cock slipped out of her pussy and his semen shot up into the air, his male semen, the stuff that was like his father's semen.

	When she saw that stuff fly through the air and land on her flesh, the woman cried out as if the semen scalded her. She yelled in pain.

	And then Reeves was up, running through the woods, running back to the house, holding the clothes that he had gathered up next to his chest and running with all of his might.

	He was gone the next day and he had taken Timmy with him.

	Melba had never gotten over the idea that it was all her fault. She had never been caught and tried for the murder of her husband. No one suspected that she had killed J. D. Only she and Reeves knew that she was a murderess and an incestuous fucker. Only she and Reeves knew the secret truth about her.

	And now, she thought, lying on the bed, Reeves had returned to seek his revenge. He had returned to kill her and repay her for all the trouble that she had caused for the family.

	Melba took a deep breath and lay on her bed and prepared for her fate. She knew that her son would never leave the house again as long as she was alive. He had been just a boy when he had run away the first time, but now he was a man and he had killed people. It would be no trouble at all to kill his mother now.

	The woman lay on the bed and waited and soon the door opened and Reeves stepped in. He looked down on his mother, and Melba saw the pistol in his hand.

	"Hello, Mother dear," he said with a grin, but his voice was cold and she knew that he hated her still. And she did not blame him. She deserved to be hated for what she had done to him. She thought again that she was the rotten core of the family. She had killed-Orst her unborn baby and then her idiot husband-but it was not the killing that she felt so badly about. She felt badly about fucking Reeves and giving him that taste of terrible sex that had somehow haunted him for years.

	He had always shared his haunting with his sister. She had always suspected that, Melba thought, but now she knew it. Reeves had fucked his own sister and had given her his cold ghost of a spirit, the lackluster spirit that represented all that he had left after his own mother, the female murderess, had fucked him and driven his own human spirit away from him.

	Melba closed her eyes and sighed.

	"Get it over with, Reeves. I know that you came back to "do it. Just aim at my face and pull the trigger."

	"Oh, no, Mother dear," the boy said, chuckling to himself as he spoke.

	The mother opened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief. She had thought that she had Reeves figured out, but maybe she had been wrong. She hoped that she had not been wrong. She wanted to die so badly that she could not stand the thought of living, of letting her son get away without blowing her head off.

	"Please, Reeves," she whimpered, "do it to me."

	And then she realized that she had made a mistake. If Reeves understood that she wanted to die, that it would be blessed peace for her to die, he would certainly make her live for all eternity with her guilt. She had done something wrong when she had pleaded with him, and she might have even saved her life.

	She had made a terrible mistake and she wondered how she would be able to correct it now.

	She watched with anxiety as her son put the gun on the dresser next to her bed and started to unbutton his shirt. Then she realized what he meant to do to her, and it was going to be nothing as simple as murder.

	Reeves pulled off his shirt and smiled down on his mother.

	"Mother dear," he said. "You should have known that I would not kill you before fucking you first and reliving those wonderful moments that we shared together there in the woods."

	He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hands on his mother's big tits and squeezed them through her dress.

	"You are still very sexy," he said. "Remember when you fucked me that night after you killed Daddy? Remember how you almost tore my clothes off me before I could get them off and get naked like you were? Remember the word that you kept repeating in my eye as you played with my boyish prick?"

	"No," Melba said with a voice that was as soft as the wind, "I don't remember anything. I have tried to remember it, but I could not."

	"You kept saying, 'Cock, cock, cock,' over and over again, Mother. You said it as if that was the most important thing about me, not that I was your son, not that I was my father's son, but that I had a cock. I did have a cock, Mother, and very soon that cock was hard and in your pussy."

	Melba tried to look away from him, but he caught her head in his hands and held her face so that she would have to look at him when he said it.

	"I did have a cock, Mother, and I still do have a cock. And, right now, I want you to see that cock again."

	Reeves pulled off his shoes, almost casually.

	"I know that you probably want to see that cock again, don't you, Mother?" he said, turning to Melba and smiling down on her with an insane expression on his face. "That cock meant so much to you last time, and I am sure that, now that you are older, it will mean even more to you. I know that you probably don't get the number of cocks in your pussy that you once did, Mother. But you are still a very pretty woman. I can assure you of that."

	The blonde outlaw stood up and .turned his back on his mother and loosened his trousers. Even though she was afraid of him, even though she was more prepared to die than to fuck, Melba felt her pussy grow wet. She closed her eyes for a second and tried to remember what that cock had been like. It had been young and meaty and strong, she thought, stronger than his father's cock. But this was her son!

	The idea roared in her head as she opened her eyes and saw her son's tight, muscled buttocks. He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them gingerly. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was truly a fate worse than death. She had been prepared, even eager to die. But she had not thought that her outlaw son would want to fuck her again.

	Reeves kept his back on his mother for a few seconds and moved his hands in front of his body. She knew that he was stroking himself, making himself hard for her sake, even though he was her son. She knew that he was mad, crazy, criminally insane, but she knew too that what she had done on that night so many years before had made Reeves the way that he was. She was the blame, she reminded herself. She was the rotten core at the center of her family.

	Finally, Reeves turned around. His cock was standing straight out from his body.

	When her son was naked, Melba looked him over. She was amazed that he still looked so young. He had very little hair on his body, except for the blonde, soft hair that grew around his prick. He was muscled, so muscled that it seemed that his thin body was almost ready to explode with power. And she knew that he did have power. He had power over her and over her daughters. It was a power that she could not really understand, but she knew that it was there and she knew that she would not be able to resist her son's advances.

	She was still wearing her waitress uniform. Her naked son sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly, almost passionately began to unbutton the still, white blouse. As he opened the blouse, he kept his blue eyes on his mother and transfixed her with his stare, a stare so full of sex that she could think of nothing else except what was about to happen. She found her pussy growing wetter and wetter as he opened her blouse. She was going to fuck her son again, and this time, she thought, it would not be a blur, a darkness in her mind. This time she would know every move that she made and every move that he made with her. This time she would be conscious of the feel of his cock, his stiff cock, in her cunt.

	The woman raised up on the bed and took off her blouse when her son had finished unbuttoning it. Then Reeves put his arms around her tenderly and unsnapped the white bra that she wore. She let it fall off her body as her son moved away from her and she sat there on the bed with her breasts bare in front of the boyish, handsome outlaw.

	Reeves put his hands on her tits and felt them, squeezed them. Melba closed her eyes for a moment and sighed with the pleasure of the moment. She could not help herself. She felt the pleasure in her soul, more pleasure than she had ever felt before in her life.

	Reeves put his lips on her cheek and kissed her softly.

	"Mother," he moaned.

	The word sent a shiver through Melba's body and, instinctively, she reached out and curled her motherly fingers around her son's cock. She moved the skin of that cock back and forth and felt the power, the surging power, move into her. The power seemed to spring from that cock and enter her own body, blank her mind to nothing but the sex which was now bound to happen at any moment. And she wanted that sex She had at first wanted her son to kill her, to blow her head off, but now she wanted this fucking first. Then he would kill her, she thought. Then he would complete his act. But first she owed him and herself this one, last, glorious fuck.

	Reeves moved away from his mother and stood up. He grinned down on her.

	"Take of the rest of those clothes, you old whore," he said.

	The words made her flinch, like the words of a lover, she thought. It seemed to Melba that she had been waiting for those words without knowing it ever since the morning that her sons had left her. She had wanted to hear those words because she knew in her heart that she deserved them, just as she deserved everything that her son would do to her on this day.

	She moved quickly to take off her clothes, twisting and turning there on the bed and throwing her white garments, her waitress garments, on the floor. When she was naked, she lay back on the bed and spread her firm, white legs and moved her eager finger to her pussy. She felt the wetness there, like a flood, like nothing that she had ever felt before.

	This time, she reminded herself, she would be conscious of everything that she arid her son did together. This time it would be different, wonderfully different.

	Reeves moved onto the bed and lay down next to his mother and held her firm, big-titted body closed to his muscled, young flesh. He kissed her on the lips as he felt her soft breasts being squeezed between them. He did not kiss her as a son would kiss a mother. He kissed her like a lover. She ran her fingers through his blonde hair as she opened her mouth and let his tongue invade her.

	Everything was working out perfectly, the outlaw thought to himself as he held his mother close to him. He would get every member of his family to do what he willed them to do. That was the reason that he had come on, to work his will on them, his mother and his sisters, one more time.

	As he kissed his mother's face, he moaned the word again. He spoke softly but she heard it and she reacted to the word with a shiver and a sigh.

	"Mother."

	As he said the word, Reeves ran his hand down her body and she spread her legs for him, instinctively knowing where his hand would wind up, where it was meant to wind up. Melba jerked her body when his finger invaded her twat for the first time, but then she relaxed. She felt that this movement between mother and son was somehow planned, that they had been meant to have this special, completely Conscious coupling from the moment that she conceived the boy. He was her boy, she thought, not his father's, Reeves was the fruit of her womb, and his father had damned little to do with it.

	Reeves dug into his mother's pussy like a man searching for gold, but what he found thrilled him just as much as gold for he found wetness and juiciness that proved to him that his mother was wanting and yearning too, that she was reacting to him as a male, reacting to him in a way that she probably had never reacted to any other male, not even his own father.

	The boy knew that the maleness of the family was the strongest part of the clan then. He had taken Timmy with him ten years before because she had thought that maleness could not exist in that family, that his mother and his sister would destroy the masculinity that was blooming in him and that would bloom in his little brother. But now he knew that he could control the women of the family-all of them, even his little sister, the one that he had rarely thought about during the past decade. And he knew that Timmy could control them too.

	Turning on the bed, Melba spread her legs wide and let Reeves almost fall into her. His cock was hard with excitement and she knew that he was ready to fuck, as ready as she was. The prick went into her juicy, loving hole easily and she put her firm legs around Ins body and tightened that hole around his cock.

	"Mother," he moaned again as he started to move into her, started to fuck her and to churn her insides with his manly organ.

	"Son," she whispered into his ear.

	She smelled the fresh aroma of his blonde hair as she held him close and moved her pussy up to meet his cock. She sighed with each thrust that lie made into her cunt. They were steady, manly thrusts, and his cock seemed to fill her up as no other prick had ever done before. She wrapped her arms and her legs tightly around his body and tried to mold him into her flesh, tried to make him melt into her body. She wanted her son with her in this way always.

	And then the fucking grew more intense. He fought against her tight hold on him and she had to loosen it a bit so that he could fuck her with more fury, and she heard herself say words that she had never said to any other male in her life.

	"Oh, fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me, my son. Fuck my old pussy. Fuck me to death. Fuck me with your wonderful cock."

	Reeves put his hands flat on the bed and lifted himself up and fucked her with passion, moving his cock in and out of her wet hole as they bptli sweated and moaned with feverish love and lust and hatred too.

	"Fuck me to death!" the woman cried out.

	And she heard her mad, wonderful son cackle when she said that, when she announced to him and to the world that she was completely in his power.

	The cock was moving in and out of her quickly and she tried to hold it in one place by tightening the muscles of her pussy even more, but she could not do that. She could only sigh and let the orgasm build in her body, build like something that would soon break through a dam and flood over her, flood over her with passion and lust.

	And she knew that the dam would break very soon. She hoped that it would break just as her son's dam broke. She hoped that they would be able to share this orgasm, this tribute to the masculine power of her blonde son.

	And when she heard her son begin to growl she recognized the sound and she knew that her sweating, lusty, handsome offspring was going to come. They would come together and that meant a great deal to her at that moment. If they could come together, she thought, she did not care if he did kill her afterwards. This orgasm would complete her existence in a fine and beautiful way.

	Churning in her pussy, Reeves finally gave a long and deep growl and came with spasms of lust and power into his mother's pussy. He felt the woman below him arch her back and reach out for him and hold him as best she could as the feeling ran through her too. They were frozen like that for several seconds, frozen and full of feeling for one another.

	And then, when he was drained, Reeves pulled his cock out of her. Melba reached for it, and, when her son fall back on the bed, she moved quickly down to the cock and kissed it and stuck out her tongue and tasted the leftover come and the taste of her own pussy on that noble and powerful thing.

	Then she looked up at her son and spoke to him with a voice that was soft and full of meaning.

	"You can kill me now if you wish, Reeves," she said.

	"Not yet," he said.

	"But you will," she said.

	Her voice made the words sound almost as if she were trying to make her son promise something.

	"Before I leave," he said, "I will blow your head off, Mother."

	Melba sighed and lay her head on her son's muscled stomach and rested. She had no will to fight him. She lay there and accepted the fate that she knew that she deserved.

	She closed her eyes and slept with peace.

	To Be Continued






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