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 (Author's note: This is an Epic Erotic Historical Novel covering the last
half of the 20th Century.  It will involve actual historical events weaved
into the fictional story of Ray Gordon's life and sexual explorations.  A
horny intellectual Forest Gump.

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   MOM

   Shortly after Mom and Joyce arrived, Rex left.  Joyce and Wanda left a
few minutes after that.  Joyce and Wanda hadn't even made it to their car
before Eddie went to Mom and hugged her.  She had her hands on the side of
his head, stopping him from burying his face in her cleavage, and giving
him a reproving look, and shaking her head.  Then she smiled, and said,
"What the hell?" And hugged hus face to her breast.

   He kissed one and then the other.

   She pushed him away with a chuckle, and spread her arms, inviting me to
hug.  As he kissed her right breast, she pressed her breast against his
face, and applied a little more pressure to the back of his head.  She did
the same thing when he kissed the left breast.  He thought it must be his
dirty imagination, that she wouldn't do that.  I knew better, and tried to
tell him so, but he wouldn't listen.

   "I love you, Ray," she whispered, with a funny little hitch in her voice
that conveyed something more than strong maternal affection.  Ray sensed
it, and immediately rejected the thought that there was anything more than
motherly love in the common phrase.  His mind rejected the thought, but his
dick didn't.  He had a rock solid erection.  Mom glanced down and her eyes
widened and her smile broadened.  Ray only comprehended the eyes, not the
smile.  He quickly turned away and went to his room.  For the first time in
memory, he wasn't wearing briefs to constrain his oversized penis, and his
mother saw the obscene bulge.

   Before he could put on a pair of briefs, Mom called, "Ray!  Come give us
a hand."

   He went to the living room, where she and Eddie were moving the couch.
Mom was rearranging furniture again.  After about a half hour of moving
stuff, everything was where it was to begin with.  The problem was, they
couldn't move the television set.

   "Mom?" Eddie asked.  "How did you and Dad ever get together?  Y'all are
so different."

   Mom looked thoughtful.  "I'm going to tell y'all the truth.  Your father
doesn't want you to know, but I'm not going to lie to my sons."

   "Why doesn't he want us to know?" Ray asked.

   "Because he doesn't want you to know that he's not perfect," she said.
"Have a seat.  You can never tell your father that I told you. 
Understand?"

   "Yes ma'am," Ray and Eddie agreed.

   On the evening before your father was being shipped off to navy boot
camp Feburary 2, 1942, he and some coworkers went out on the town in
Shreveport.  That same evening me and some of my friends went out on the
town.  We were dressed up and made up to look older than we were."

   "How old were you?" Eddie asked.

   "Sweet Sixteen, but I was stacked.  These things," she said, hefting her
boobs.  "Developed early, and I was a little on the plump side.  Anyway,
we're walking down the street and this guy with curly red hair stumbles out
of a tavern and bumps into me, knocking me on my butt."

   "Dad was drunk?"

   "Very inebriated," Mom giggled.  "He bends down to give me a hand
getting up.  I take his hand, and instead of pulling me up, he loses his
balance and I pull him down.  I'm sitting with my legs spread and the hem
of my skirt is high on my thighs and he falls face first into my crotch."

   Ray and Eddie laugh and Eddie has a giggle fit.

   "He's embarrassed, and is apologizing all over the place, deeply ashamed
of himself for being drunk, telling me he's not like that.  He's from a
good Christian family.  Then he tells me that he had volunteered to be an
Avenger of Pearl Harbor, and has to be on a train at 10 o'clock the next
morning to go to boot camp for training before being shipped out to the
Pacific to fight the Japs."

   There was a long pause, and Mom blushed.  "And this is the part where
you find out that your mother is not a perfect angel," she said.  "I was
suddenly full of patriotic fervor.  I asked him if he had a girl friend. 
He said, 'No.' And I told him I'd be his girl friend for the evening, and
went to his garage apartment with him, where we had intercourse."

   "You weren't married?" Ray gasped.

   "No, we weren't.  He was going off to war, and I didn't want him to die
a virgin, and he wanted to carry on the Gordon line, which wasn't a
problem, since he had six brothers.  He woke up the next morning with an
awful hangover, and feeling guilty as hell.  He promised to make an honest
woman out of me if he got me pregnant.  Less than a month later, I missed
my period.  I wrote him in boot camp, telling him that he was going to be a
father.  He came home on leave, and we got married in that little Baptist
church near his father's farm.  He wouldn't get married in the Catholic
Church, because he refused to have his child raised up as a bead counting
idol worshiper.  I was excommunicated."

   "You were excommunicated because of me?" Ray said.

   "It didn't matter to me," She chuckled.  "I never took religion too
seriously.  Your father did."

   "You weren't married." Ray mused.

   "No.  You were conceived out of wedlock.  Without benefit of clergy."

   "You and Dad didn't even know each other?"

   "We got to know each other through letters, and after he returned to the
states."

   "Wow," Eddie sighed, looking at his mother differently.  There was lust
in his eyes.

   Ray was dismayed.

   Mom chuckled, "I had this belief that I was going to be a war widow, and
raise my son on my own.  And I knew I was going to have a son while we
were...having intercourse."

   "Did you know that you were going to have a boy when y'all...uh...made
me?"

   "Yes, Eddie, I knew," she said.  Then chuckled, "We made you when he
first came home on leave and met Ray for the first time.  And Ray refused
to believe that Luther was his Daddy."

   Eddie laughed, and kidded Ray for thinking that a picture could be his
Daddy.

   "It wasn't his fault.  I had been telling him 'That's your Daddy.' I
didn't think to say that it was a picture of his Daddy.  He was only 17
months old.  He couldn't know about the procreation process."

   Eddie giggled.

   "What's funny?"

   "Procreation process."

   "And what's funny about the procreation process?"

   "Well...uh...nothing I guess.  It just sounds funny."

   "You think it means sexual intercourse, don't you?"

   "Uh...doesn't it?"

   "Copulation is only part of the procreation process.  It also involves
the sperm fertilizing the egg," Mom explained.  Copulation can be
recreational as well as procreational."

   "Recreational?"

   "If the man wears a condom or the woman uses a diaphragm, there is no
intent to procreate.  It's purely recreational.  They're doing it just for
the fun of doing it."

   Eddie started giggling again.

   "What now?"

   "Nuthin'"

   "Spit it out.  What's funny.

   "Recreational copulation."

   Mom laughed.  "Okay.  I agree that does sound funny."

   Eddie let out a sigh of relief.

   "I want you boys to know about sex.  I don't want you to make me a
grandmother before my time.  I don't want you knocking up some air headed
teenybopper and ruining your life...ruining your chances of getting a
college education."

   Eddie and Ray stared at Mom, stunned.

   "I'm going to ask you a question, and I don't expect an answer.  I just
want you to think about it.  If you had the opportunity to recreationally
copulate with a girl, could you resist the temptation?"

   She looked at us and we fidgeted nervously.

   She smiled, "I'm guessing that the answer would be an emphatic 'No,' if
you're honest."

   There was a long awkward silence.

   "Ray, I think you should keep a couple of rubbers handy at all times."

   "What!?!"

   "Eddie, You're not producing sperm yet.  As soon as you do, you should
also carry protection."

   Ray looked at her in disbelief.

   "I do your laundry, Ray.  Sometimes your socks are still wet and warm
when I pick them up in the morning."

   "Socks!?!" Eddie gasped.

   Ray felt like crawling into a hole and covering himself up.  His face
burned like fire.

   "Masturbation is natural and normal.  Everyone does it."

   "What about Onan?" Ray asked

   "What about Onan?" she repeated.

   "God killed him for masturbating."

   "God killed him for not making his brother's widow pregnant, not for
masturbating.  It wasn't for spilling his seed on the ground, it was for
not spilling his seed in his sister-in-law's vagina."

   Ray shook his head in disbelief.  "But they say..."

   "If you really read the bible, if you actually study the bible, you'll
discover that it doesn't say what preachers and priests and Sunday school
teachers tell you it says."

   Ray objected, "If the Bible doesn't say what they say it says, someone
would have noticed."

   "People have noticed, but no one believes them, because they trust their
priests and preachers and Sunday school teachers," Mom said.  "Let's go to
your room and read your Bible."

   "Do I have to?" Eddie whined.

   "No, you don't."

   Mom sat on the side of my bed, kissed my forehead, and picked up my
bible.  "This is not `The Word of God.' It's a collection of myths, legends
and lies."

   Ray trembled and began to sweat, frightened by his mother's blasphemous
statement.

   "Don't worry, Ray.  God isn't going to shower us with fire and
brimstone."

   "But..."

   "But what?"

   "Everyone says that it IS the Word of God."

   "Not everyone.  Theologians have doubted the authority of the bible
since at least the 18th century, and probably before that."

   Ray couldn't imagine anyone questioning the authority of The Word of
God.

   "First of all, God did not kill him for masturbating.  Onan was killed
because he wouldn't make his sister-in-law pregnant after his brother died.
The Jews back then had a rule that whenever a man died before producing a
son, his brother was responsible for making the widow pregnant, and the son
would be raised as the dead man's son.  Onan didn't want his son to be
raised as his brother's son, so he practiced coitus interruptus." "Coitus
in her ...  what?"

   "Onan pulled his penis out of his sister-in-law's vagina, and ejaculated
his sperm onto the ground, so she wouldn't get pregnant," Mom said, then
grinned, "Or, maybe he enjoyed copulating with her, and knew that he would
have to stop doing it once she got pregnant."

   "What!?!" Ray asked, sitting bolt upright.  "That's not right!"

   She thumbed through the bible until she found the passage.  "Here," she
said.  "Read it yourself.  Read it aloud, word for word."

   "And Judah took a wife for Er his firstborn, whose name was Tamar.  And
Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the sight of the Lord; and the Lord
slew him.  And Judah said unto Onan, Go in unto thy brother's wife, and
marry her, and raise up seed to thy brother.  And Onan knew that the seed
should not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother's
wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest that he should give seed to
his brother.  And the thing which he did displeased the Lord: wherefore he
slew him also."

   "Don't doubt your mother when she tells you something," Mom said.  "I
know the bible better than any of the ignorant redneck bible thumpers in
this town."

   Ray continued reading, and learned that Judah told Tamar to live in her
father's house until Judah's third son, Shelah, was grown.  Tamar realized
that Judah was not going to let her marry Tamar, so she dressed like a
whore.  She was approached by Judah, who thought she was a whore because
she covered her face.

   "Mom, what does 'Let me come in unto thee' mean?"

   "Read the passage."

   "And he turned unto her by the way, and said, Go to, I pray thee, let me
come in unto thee; (for he knew not that she was his daughter in law.)"

   "Come means ejaculate," Mom explained.  "It's a Biblical term.  He wants
to copulate with her and ejaculate in her Vagina."

   Ray couldn't believe it.  They never taught that in Sunday school, and
never talked about in in sermons.

   Mom said,"He offered to pay her with a sheep and gave her his signet
ring, bracelets and his staff as security for his payment.  When he sent
someone to pay her, she wasn't there.  Read here to see what he did when he
found out that she was pregnant."

   Ray read beginning at verse 24, "And it came to pass about three months
after, that it was told Judah, saying, Tamar thy daughter in law hath
played the harlot; and also, behold, she is with child by whoredom.  And
Judah said, Bring her forth, and let her be burnt."

   When she was brought forth, she sent to her father in law, saying, By
the man, whose these are, am I with child: and she said, Discern, I pray
thee, whose are these, the signet, and bracelets, and staff.  And Judah
acknowledged them, and said, She hath been more righteous than I; because
that I gave her not to Shelah my son.  And he knew her again no more."

   "She hath been more righteous than I," Mom repeated.  "That is an
understatement.  All of the Jewish patriarchs were dirty, rotten, evil
bastards except Joseph.  He was the only decent human being out of the
whole bunch, the black sheep of the family, and he was also the only one
who didn't have one of the tribes named after him."

   Ray was in a state of shock, half listening to Mom and half visualizing
Judah fucking Tamar on a street corner.  The mental picture was a
cartoonish watercolor, like a Walt Disney animated version of Bible study
guide's illustrations.

   "He came in unto her," Ray whispered, not realizing that he had said it
aloud.

   "Yes, Ray, he came in her."

   He was astonished.  His mother knew he masturbated and came in his
socks, and it was okay with her.  She was talking to him about sex, His
erection strained against the denim fabric at his left thigh, concealed by
the bible on his lap.

   "You want to be a preacher?" she said, picking up the Bible from his
lap. "I want you to read the Bible word for word from cover to cover.  Read
at least two chapters a day.  They're not long.  If you have any questions,
ask me."

   She returned the book to Ray's nightstand, and turned to him, spreading
her arms for a hug.  He gugged her, and she pressed his face to her
breasts. He kissed each one.  She gave him her usual kiss on the forehead,
then kissed his mouth.  It wasn't much of a kiss.  Her lips touched his,
and lingered no more than a second, but it was enough to send another surge
of blood to his already painfully erect penis.

   "I love you, Ray," she said, before standing and leaving the room.

   Ray was in a daze the rest of the evening.  He and Eddie always stayed
up Saturday nights and watched the Late Show, That night it was a World War
Two movie.

   "Y'all better shower before your father gets home." Mom said.  "His nose
is sensitive to odors, which is strange, since he works at a stinking
chemical plant."

   Dad got home a little before 11:30.  "Turn that thing off.  I have to
get some sleep before going back to work in the morning," He said.  "How
are you feeling, Ray?  Glo tells me that you've got your memory back."

   "I feel okay, Dad."

   "Good."

   He went to the bathroom, showered and went to bed.
   Eddie and Ray soon went to bed too.  Ray again jacked off into a sock.