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 Title: Never Doubt I Love Ch.  03


Summary: The incestuous pleasure of his bed.


Keywords: inc,fic,written by women



   Rick became my husband.  It was with him I shared my time, the
intimacies of life, my soul, my heart, and now, without reservation, my
body.  Oddly, it was soon clear that my relationship with Charles actually
improved.  He had long ago lost any interest in being a husband.  Now that
I was no longer asking him to do so I sensed from him some relief.

   One evening Rick and I took advantage of Charles' poker game with his
brother to spend hours in bed making love.  When done, enwrapped in each
other's arms, the conversation turned, as it often did, to our future.  I
was working on Charles, trying to convince him to allow Rick to attend
college in New York.  Rick, however, insisted he wouldn't leave town
without me.  I told him that I desperately wanted to do so, but it was
impossible.  It would require a divorce and Charles' family's prominence
would guarantee that a divorce proceeding would be long and brutal. 
Private detectives would ceaselessly investigate me, tap my phone, break
into my computer.  Rick and I would be discovered, we'd end up penniless,
reputations destroyed, and possibly in jail.

   Rick, after a long silence, rolled onto his back.  "There is a way. 
I've not mentioned it until now in the hope we'd come up with an
alternative, but we haven't.  It will work, but it will be painful."

   "What is it?"

   "Dad has so little respect for me that I'm mostly invisible to him; he
has conversations in front of me as if I wasn't there, as if I was too
stupid to understand.  His hunting and fishing trips with his brother are
more about debauchery than anything else.  If we investigate first, hire
our own detective, well I'm not sure what we'll find, but I suspect it
would be enough to guarantee a peaceful and fair divorce settlement. 
Grandad and Grandma are too well-placed for a scandal."

   * * * *

   I thought about the conversation that night and most of the next day. 
Unsure of what to do, I sat down with Janet Prosnit, my high school teacher
and most trusted friend, over a cup of coffee and, sans the incest,
explained the situation.  She said she knew somebody who could help; she
called me the next day.

   "I spoke with Mark Nanton.  He is a former student of mine and practices
law in Little Rock.  Statewide, he is better connected than your in-laws.
He recommended Greg Regan, a private investigator he works with." She gave
me the name and number.

   Three weeks later Chuck and his brother took off for a fishing trip.  A
week after their return I sat down with Mark and Greg.  Debauchery didn't
begin to describe it.  Most devastating were the affidavits of four lot
lizards, prostitutes who work truck stops, going from truck-to-truck
pedaling blow jobs.  Charles had paid them and brought them to the camp.

   That wasn't all.  Greg found two off-shore checking accounts with in
excess of $450,000.00 in them.  Charles had been siphoning money out of the
family business.

   "How do you want to handle this?" Mark asked.  "If we go public Charles'
reputation will be destroyed.  I suspect the family will throw money at you
to resolve it quietly." I thought of my in-laws.  After initial doubts,
they had treated me well.

   I wasn't sure.  "Can I think about it?"

   "Of course."

   I called Janet and asked if I could drop in.

   She welcomed me at the door with a hug and a cup of warm tea.  Janet had
been two years into teaching when I met her.  While the seven year
difference in our ages then seemed immense, now, as I approached forty, we
had become contemporaries.

   I explained the situation.  I told her I could be rid of my husband;
that I could take Charles for everything he had.  Heck, I'd be a
millionaire.  She asked me the same question she had when I was eighteen.

   "What's your dream?  It seems like you have a second chance to chase
it."

   "Well, this would allow Rick to go to college in New York.  I could move
to the city also, look for a job in the fashion industry, start a new life,
put my husband behind me."

   "You didn't mention money."

   I smiled, she was right.  "No, I didn't."

   "It seems your dream is available to you now.  You'd want to discuss it
with Mark, but consider showing his parents what you have and making a
generous offer.  If you do they might make sure he puts up no fight and
lets you go peaceably."

   She was right.  I didn't need a million dollars.  I needed Rick, peace,
and a new start.

   "That make's perfect sense." I hugged her.  I noted her eyes were teary.
"What's wrong?"

   "I'm so happy and proud of you.  It takes courage to chase your dream."

   And then it struck me.  I had always assumed Janet's dream was simply to
be a wonderful teacher, but was that it?  She had many friends, but there,
as far as I knew, had never been a lover.  In the years of my marriage to
Charles the lack of a lover seemed a benefit.  However, now that Rick was
in my life the joy of the right partner filled my days.  Why had a woman as
wonderful as Janet been alone so long?

   "Janet, I don't think I've ever asked you.  You're such a great teacher,
I've always assumed that was your life.  Is that it, is that your dream?"

   She looked at me.  Her eyes were cautious.

   "Please tell me."

   "Are you sure?" she asked.



   "Yes."

   She hesitated.



   "I've never told anyone this.  You must promise to keep it between us."

   "I promise."

   "Okay.  I guess I've been longing to tell someone.  You see, I've always
been better at giving advice than taking my own.  I wanted to be a teacher,
which I am.  But...," she stopped.

   I took her hand in mine, trying to be supportive.

   She took a deep breath.  "I'm slow.  I'm not sure when I realized it.  I
was in denial for years, accepting it was a gradual long,process.  When I
did, however, it explained so much, including," she smiled, "why I spent so
much time staring at women.

   "Sometimes I had a favorite student, one I preferred over the others. 
As I reached my thirties I realized it was more than that, that it was a
series of crushes, that I was attracted to women.  But now, even though I'm
aware of my feelings, I'm still afraid to act on them.  It's not just that
it would wreck my career in this town, but I've waited too long; look at
me, I'm old, no one would want me."

   I thought back to me time in high school, how solicitous Janet had been,
how she looked after me, supported me.

   "Janet, was I one of the girls you had a crush on?"

   There was fear in her voice.  "Yes, you were the first although, as I
said, at the time I didn't know what it was or what it meant."

   I thought back to those days.  What would it have been like to have this
sweet supportive woman as my lover?  With her love would I have been able
to stand up to my parents, to say no to a career that did not interest me
and a husband who repulsed me?  I remembered how beautiful Janet was.  I
took a second look; she still was.

   I answered the unasked question.

   "I'm not sure if I would have had the courage then either.  But in
retrospect, I wish I had."

   I held my friend for several long minutes, reassuring her, telling her
that she was beautiful and brave and wonderful.  We were still for a
awhile. When I turned my face towards her, she kissed me, and then pulled
back.  She looked aghast.

   "I'm sorry, I went to far." she apologized.

   "No, you didn't.  It was nice."

   Despite my assurance the tension in the room was palpable; it had a
physical existence.  I took her chin in my hand and turned my head.  I
kissed her on the lips.  There was nothing particularly sensual about the
kiss, but we both understood its meaning.  I was willing to go further.

   When she did not object I kissed her again, this time moving my lips
against hers.  She responded, tentatively, in kind.  After we broke this
kiss she said, "Are you sure?"

   I was.  I said yes.

   This time it was she who moved forward, touching my lips were her own.
Our kisses started soft, sweet, and tentative, but over time Janet became
more aggressive as her need and passion, suppressed for decades,
unexpectedly become real.  I felt a slow burn in my groin, an unforseen but
powerful cupidity.

   I pushed my face to hers.  Janet opened her mouth, inviting me inside.
After teasing the tip of her tongue with my own, I ran my tongue behind her
lips.  She gasped and when I was done, imitated me, and then fully explored
my mouth and lips.  I pulled back, flashed a warm joyful smile, and gave
her nose a gentle bite.  We both giggled.  I ran a finger down the side of
her face and pressed it against her lips.  When she opened her mouth I
slipped my finger into her mouth, stroking and tickling her tongue.  She
clamped down on my finger, sucking on it as I withdrew it from her mouth.

   I ran my tongue along the corner of her lips.  She jumped, experiencing
a tiny jolt as I explored this sensitive part of her anatomy.  She kissed
my eyes.  We leaned into each other, held each other, hugged each other.

   Finally, her voice barely audible, she whispered,"Are you sure about
this?"

   Words seemed inadequate.  I pulled her body to mine.  Her breasts
pressed against me.  Mine filled with blood and my nipples hardened.  I
held her tight.  We were both breathing heavily.  We leaned our foreheads
against each other.  We rubbed our noses together.  She kissed the palm of
my hand and then returned to my mouth, slipping her tongue inside and
moving it slowly, taking her time, gliding and grazing over every surface.

   I looked down the hall towards her bedroom.

   She said, "I've never done this before."

   "Neither have I, but I think we can figure it out."

   I tried to sound confident, but I was nervous.  Was I the person to
introduce Janet to lady-love?  I had no more experience than she.  Yet, I
thought, I did love her.  That must count for something.

   When we got to her bedroom I took off my clothes; she did the same.  I
looked at her.  Her sleek dark hair had, over the years, turned gray, but
she was still beautiful.  Trim and fit, her breasts glowed and her small
red nipples were fully erect.  My own excitement surprised me.  My desire
for this woman was an inexplicable combination of my love for her and
something else, a need previously unexplored and far more primal.  I looked
into her eyes, not knowing what to say.  Janet stepped towards me and took
my hands in hers.

   "If you're not sure...."

   I thought about it.  Was I being unfaithful to my son?  Oddly, it didn't
feel like cheating.  I pictured his face in my head; his gaze was
approving. I decided to proceed.

   "I'm sure."

   I ran my thumb across her hand and tilted my head.  Janet moved forward
and we shared a soft tender kiss that seemed like it lasted ten minutes. 
As we continued kissing our remaining doubt gave way to desire.  I couldn't
believe how excited I was.  My pussy was tingling.  My pubes swelled and
opened.  Janet's tongue entered my mouth.  She was, I thought to myself, a
pretty good kisser, and a chill ran down my back.  We wrapped our arms
around each other and embraced, our naked flesh pressed together, our hands
explored the other's back and butt.  The juice of our pussies intermingled;
our breasts squashed together; even our breathing synchronized.  I started
to sway from side to side, adding that soft friction to the flood of
sensations cascading through me.

   Then, unexpectedly, Janet said, "May I give you a massage?"

   I nodded and lay on the bed.  Janet worked my neck and shoulders, then
moved to my upper back.  I relaxed.  Janet turned to my lower back and when
done, took my feet in her hands, softly massaging them before working up my
legs, stopping just short of my crotch.  My murmurs of appreciation were
replaced by moans of increasing need.

   When she placed her hands on the cheeks my ass I shuddered.  She worked
my ass hard, occasionally letting a finger dip between my legs, but always
stopping short of where I wanted her to go.  I was soon wild with need and
anticipation.

   Janet rolled me onto my back and sucked a nipple into her mouth.  God,
that felt good.  I groaned and Janet circled her tongue around and around
my areola, leaving it drenched in her spittle.  She moved to my other
breast, her lips, tongue, and teeth teasing and exciting me.

   After leaving my satiated nipples swollen and erect, she slid down my
body, softly licking, nipping, and kissing my stomach.  I spread my legs in
anticipation, longing for Janet's mouth and tongue on my pussy.  She had
been, for years, my closest friend and our sudden intimacy seemed natural,
almost foreordained.  I was dripping wet.  The image of my friend's mouth
on my cunt set off an additional charge of excitement.  Janet's small
breasts dragged over my pussy as she moved into position.  Janet's face was
hovering inches over my sex, pausing for the moment, enjoying the view.  I
spread my legs wide; my pussy glistened with juice.  Janet took a deep
breath, inhaling my musky scent.

   "I've dreamed of this for twenty years." She lowered her head to my
snatch.

   "Ohh, yes," I moaned as Janet's tongue played with my blood-engorged
clit.  At first she mostly used her tongue, but then caught my clit twixt
her lips and sucked it into her mouth.  I wheezed with need.

   Janet slid her face down and started tongue fucking me.

   That's when the words burst from me, words, I thought later, that would
have gotten me detention when this lady was my teacher.  "Fuck me, fuck me,
that feels so good."

   Janet looked at me, a twinkle in her eye.  "You like?  Am I doing okay?"

   She knew the answer, but I answered anyway.  "Yes."

   "Do you want to cum?"

   "Yes," and feeling a bit naughty, added, "I want to cum on your face. 
Please make me cum."

   She started to fuck me wildly with her tongue.  My abdomen was inflamed
and my pussy walls convulsed.  She pulled her tongue out of me and licked
my clit, using the flat of her tongue.  That's when the pressure in my
loins exploded.

   "Ohhh God," I screamed as a full-force orgasm slammed into me.

   I groaned, writhing as Janet continued teasing my clit, although, thank
god, much more gently.  My arms and legs, which had been thrashing wildly,
turned limp.  Still Janet didn't stop; she lazily licked my pussy hole,
munching contentedly at the juice dripping from my cunt.

   I drifted in a post-orgasmic haze as Janet softly licked and slurped at
my pussy.  After several sweet minutes she lay on top of me, holding her
head up on her elbows, her breasts pressed against mine.  She smiled, a
radiant happy smile.  I kissed her, just a peck, and said, "Oh, that was
heaven." She kissed me, deeply, very deeply.  Our tongues swirled back and
forth.  I tasted myself on her lips and mouth, which were soft and inviting
in a way no man's could ever be.  After we shared several more kisses Janet
rolled us over so I was on top; my legs between hers.  Her eyes glanced
down.  "Would you mind?"

   I wasn't sure how it was done, but I wasn't going to miss a chance to
give Janet the same joy she'd given me.  I bathed her neck and shoulders in
soft kisses, sweet nibbles, gentle licks.  Janet moaned and sighed,
encouraging me as I explored her pale flesh.  I took her breasts in my
hands, massaging them.  Janet groaned again.  My confidence grew and I ran
my tongue around and around the soft flesh of Janet's tits.  Recalling what
I had liked best when she had devoured my breasts I started a long hard
slow lick from the base of her breast across its surface, ending at her
nipple.  I pushed it back into the flesh with my tongue; her breasts
jiggled.

   "Oh baby, fuck me, lick my pussy."

   I moved down between her legs, facing her pussy, which was spread before
me.  I had never seen another woman's sex like this.  I studied it.  It was
beautiful, shining with her flow, the center of her sexuality, the origin
of all life.  I promised myself to do my best to be worthy of it.  I
explored its lips and folds with my tongue.  It was new and incredible and
exciting and not as strange as I expected.  There was something familiar
and comforting about it.

   After I explored the folds of her vagina I moved to her clit.  I gave it
a few short kisses, then teased it, pushed aside its hood with the tip of
my tongue, and blew on it.  Janet wriggled her ass, issuing an incessant
string of low moans.  I slipped a finger, then two, inside her.

   I stretched the skin above her clittie with my hand, fully exposing the
dew covered nub.  It glowed a bright red and pulsated.  I pushed it into
her with the flat of my tongue before beginning a long slow lick over its
surface.  Janet shook under me.

   "Oh yes!  Oh God yes!  Oh yes!"

   I repeated the lick maybe half a dozen times.  Janet cupped the sides of
my head and rolled her hips in time with my tongue, pressing her sex into
my mouth.  Her breathing, which had been deep and long, became sharper and
shorter; she started to gulp air into her lungs.  The long deliberate rolls
of her hips broke down and became erratic.  I held her clit between my
lips, swiping the head with my tongue.  Between sharp intakes of breath she
said, "I can't take any more, make me cum, please."

   I centered my mouth on Janet's hot wet hole and drove my curled tongue
inside her, repeating the action over and over.  Her breathing sharpened;
her pussy lips spasmed in time with my tongue.  She grabbed my head, no
longer simply holding it, but pulling me into her.  I was nearing
exhaustion, my tongue bordered on numb, but I kept going, I so wanted to
make my friend cum.  I felt her pussy clamp down.  I pushed my tongue deep
into her.  Juice poured from her and she hollered.  "Oh yes!  Oh yes!  Oh
yes!  Ahhhhhh-ahhhhh-AHHHH!" I continued working my tongue within her as
her body bounced on the bed.  Her vaginal muscles clenched repeatedly, her
pussy twitched and shook.

   Then, suddenly, the tension drained from her and she sank into the bed.
I kissed and licked her dripping wet pussy.  I considered spending the day
down there, teasing and pleasing my new lover, but instead I crawled up the
length of her body and lay next to her.  She rolled into my body and placed
her head on my shoulder.  I played with her hair and we were quiet awhile.

   Finally, Janet took a deep breath.  "Over the years I developed crushes,
fell in love, I'm not sure what to call it, with several students.  You
were the first.  There have been a few since.  I can go years between
girls; it's not like I'm always ready for the next little hottie.  But
there's a young woman in your son's class, Raina.  I think they're
friends."

   I knew Raina.  Smart attractive, but not invested in her looks, she wore
minimal make-up and jewelry, kept her red hair shoulder length, and favored
shirts and jeans or simple pull over dresses.

   "I know her."

   "I've watched her for years, tutored her, talked her through her
concerns and problems.  You asked me what me dream I?  She is."

   * * * *

   On the way home I started to worry.  I was cheating on my husband with
my son, but that didn't feel like cheating.  Now, however, I had cheated on
my son with his teacher, my friend.  It felt like cheating, but it also
felt right.  While part of me knew I should keep it a secret, I also knew
I'd blurt it out as soon as I saw him.  How would he react?  So far our
love affair had been perfect.  This would be our first test.

   I got home about 8:00.  Chuck was out with his brother.  I went to
Rick's room.  He was sketching me battling what he told me was a
supervillain.  He had replaced the heavily muscled big-titted body he had
foisted on me in New York with one that captured my long slender build.  I
was wearing a dress that flowed with my body and featured slits through
which I issued martial arts kicks of apparently preternatural power.

   I looked at the drawing.  "It's beautiful."

   He grinned in appreciation.  "Thanks.  I'm thinking that you use the
long dress for deception.  Its motions confuse your enemies, hide your real
intentions.  Just an idea since you nixed the leotard."

   I put the drawing down.  "There is something I need to tell you." How do
I say this?  I guess I just say it.  "Janet Prosnit, your teacher, my
friend, we just had sex.  It was the first time."

   He didn't look surprised.  "I didn't think she was out of the closet."

   "What!  You knew?"

   "Well, yeah.  There's also always been a certain chemistry between the
two of you.  Was it your first time with a woman?  You've never mentioned
it."

   I was flabbergasted.  I had expected Rick to be angry; he was, instead
accepting and curious.  I was too stunned to do anything but answer his
question.  "It was the first time for both of us."

   "Did you like it?"

   "Well, yes, very much.  Aren't you mad?  Angry?" I realized that
although I didn't want him to be upset I was also, oddly, disappointed that
he wasn't jealous.

   "Mom, I've long thought you might be bi-sexual.  If that's what you are,
that's what you are.  If you need to express you sexuality with a woman,
that's what you need.  However, before you get carried away, I'm not
entirely open-minded; I do insist on being your only guy."

   I needed time to process this.  "I'm going to fix a snack, come down and
join me in ten minutes."

   Downstairs I marveled at my son.  God, I realized, in an entirely
unexpected way had given me the perfect man.  I decided to ask him about
Raina.  When he joined me for one of his favorites, hummus, I broached the
subject.  "Is your friend Raina, is she, uhh...."

   "Gay, yes.  And would she be open to your friend, Ms.  Prosnit, yes." He
scooped up some hummus with a carrot.  I told him all about the meeting
with his grandparents.

   * * * *

   The school year came to an end.  Rick had been accepted by Parsons.  I
was in a conference room with my lawyer, Mark Nanton, and Chuck's parents.
We had provided them with copies of the information we had about Charles.
They got right to the point.

   "Is this blackmail?"

   Mark answered for me.  "No.  My client speaks highly of you and I think
you know this has not been a particularly happy union for her.  She wants
out of the marriage.  Her fear is that her husband, your son, is not the
type of man who simply lets a woman walk away.  She wants to avoid a nasty
divorce; she wants it quiet and peaceful.  She is entitled to half the
assets; she will take 40%.  She wants no part of the funds your son has
parked offshore.  We provided you a list of assets and proposed valuations
yesterday.  If you disagree with anything on the list, we will entertain
any good faith arguments you have.  My client intends to move to New York
with Rick; there will be no public embarrassment, no reminders of what
happened.  We will accept any reasonable visitation schedule you or Charles
propose."

   We heard from the family lawyer a few day later.  There were details to
be worked out, but it was a deal.  Rick and I had already rented a place in
New York.  We left town immediately.  New York is a big diverse and often
anonymous place.  No one was surprised when a young man and older women,
unmistakably deeply in love, moved in together.

   Raina decided to attend Champlain College in Burlington, Vermont. 
Janet's stellar resume ensured she was quickly hired by the Chittenden
County School Board.

   * * * *

   After his sophomore year Rick was awarded an internship at Cool Comics.
At the end of the summer each intern was given the opportunity to pitch an
idea to two vice-presidents, one a man and the other a woman.  Rick's was
Debranua, a woman who had been enslaved as a child and raised in brutal
circumstances, resulting in a deep seated anger and resentment towards the
world.  When she reached puberty she was sold to a league of criminals
called Cobra Kai.  There she was genetically enhanced and trained as a
ninja.  She fought in a long flowing dress which disguised her movements
and confused her opponents.

   Cobra Kai sent to investigate a young artist named Jason.  In the course
of her mission she fell in love with the young man and abandoned Cobra Kai.
Her problem was that she was, in part, powered by her anger and resentment
and now, a woman deeply in love with a man who adored her, she sometimes
found anger and resentment in short supply.  So she now did battle with
Cobra Kai in an underpowered state.  Her fate turned on her efforts to
balance her superpowers with a deeply satisfying love life.

   The bottom line: the man hated it, the woman loved it.  After much
internal discussion the company decided to introduce the character as a
secondary figure in an existing book on which Rick would collaborate.  The
buzz on social media was positive and after six months there was a definite
uptick in sales.  The character appealed to young woman, a market the
company had trouble reaching.  And so, after three years of college Rick
left to begin his comic book.

   I was also lucky.  A number of women who taught at Parsons encouraged my
interest in design.  One of them, Janet Axelrod, introduced me to a friend
at Opening Ceremony, a boutique design firm, and I was hired as a Design
Assistant.  I made steady progress at the company and was eventually
promoted to Designer.  I had a few offers to join management, but turned
them down, I was doing what I loved.

   Rick's comic, while not the company's most popular, was a steady
performer and sold well among woman.  After six years, however, sales had
plateaued and Rick was afraid he'd exhausted the story line; there were
only so many ways you could re-write the story of a superheroine whose
problem was a happy love life.  He had revved up interest over the last
year by having Debranua become, as had I, pregnant with twins, but that was
at best a temporary fix.

   He discussed his concern with people at the company.  There were lots of
suggestions: turn the characters over to someone else, end the series, or
have the story take a radical twist by eliminating Jason, but Rick liked
none of them.  He considered the characters totemic for us; as long as they
did well, we'd do well.  While he knew the idea was not rational, he
couldn't jettison it.
In the midst of these events I came home one evening to an empty
apartment; Rick had taken the twins to the park.  On the kitchen table was
a sketch of Debruana in a full French kiss with a beautiful young woman. 
She was toned, large breasted, and dressed in superheroine gear, a
form-fitting something.  I stared at the drawing; I became aroused.  I had
not had a lesbian encounter since my afternoon with Janet years before, but
I often thought of that day and wondered if that was part of me I should
further explore.  Rick and I discussed it and he, as always, told me if it
was something I wanted, I should do it.  But it was more than that, he
seemed certain - far more certain than I -- that it was part of my nature.
I had opportunities, but always stopped short, worried about what it might

do to my love affair with my son.

   After we put the twins to bed I asked him about the drawing.

   "The interns made their pitches today.  One of the young woman, Luciana
is her name, suggested that Debranua fall under the control of a lesbian
super-villain.  I don't want to take the story in that direction, but
there's a seed of an idea there.  I need to let it ruminate."

   We got into bed early that night.  I read while Rick continued to sketch
Debranua and her new enemy.  She had the usual super-heroine traits.  She
was beautiful with a powerful muscular body and preternaturally large and
firm breasts, but in other ways she was different.  Her hair was cut short
and she was clearly Hispanic.  I laid down my book and watched for awhile.
Finally, I asked.

   "I'm thinking of naming her Morena.  The drawing is based on Luciana."

   "Is she really that pretty?" I asked.

   "Well, yeah, pretty much, she's a lovely young woman.

   "Luciana said she's been following the book since its inception and, it
appears, has quite a thing for the characters.  She said growing up she
wanted a man like Jason and had a crush on Debruana; it led her to
recognize her own bi-sexuality.  She'd said she'd love to meet you."

   Although Rick and I endeavored to keep our private lives private, the
rumor in the comic book world had long been that Jason and Debranua were
based on Rick and his wife.  That we were not actually married and that I
was his mother were things we prayed would never surface.  Over the next
few days, as Rick contemplated the future of the book, often sketching out
Debranua and Morena in each other's arms, I grew more and more curious and
more and more aroused.  Finally, one day, I told him that I would like to
meet Luciana.

   The following weekend the three of met for lunch at our favorite
Lebanese restuarant.  The twins were with their nanny.  Luciana was every
bit as pretty as Rick had described.  She had light brown skin and dark
inviting eyes.  Her jet black hair was cut short.  She wore jeans and a
simple white tee shirt with a black jacket.  Her face was wide, her jaw
prominent and muscular, and her lips full and strong.  She wore minimal
makeup and long dangling earrings in a Native American motif.  Although her
clothes were loose, the physique that Rick had drawn was impossible to
hide.

   She grasped my hand warmly and with strength.  "It was so kind of you to
invite me to lunch.  I've always wondered about you.  I'm not sure how much
you can tell from a comic book, but the way Rick depicts Debruana, well,
I've always assumed she was based on a real woman that he adored."

   I smiled.  "It is only a comic, you'know."

   Rick was quick to correct me.  "I adore her on off days, the rest of the
time I worship her."

   Luciana was an engaging delightful guest whose dark eyes shone with
intelligence and interest.  The conversation flowed freely, ranging from
the trivial, to the more serious, her upbringing in Rio de Janeiro and an
abrogated version of how Rick and I met.  I could recall few lunches I
enjoyed more.

   That night Rick and I made love.  He was sweet and slow, grinding his
hips into mine, unceasingly working my clitoris with his pubic bone.  Waves
of pleasure cascaded through my body.  He played me expertly, like the
devoted lover he had been for the past decade, knowing when to touch me
lightly, when to be more aggressive, even when to be firm enough to border
on the uncomfortable.  My orgasms were numerous and intense, Rick's
expertise lengthening each and then giving me just enough time to recover
before he again started moving against me, carrying me back up the
mountain.

   We were both nearing exhaustion, but I felt another orgasm lurking
within me.  It was going to be deep and sensual, more powerful than the
ones I'd been experiencing.  The pressure was growing deep inside my
vagina, in my core.  Then I felt it: my uterus, my pelvic muscles, my anus
began to contract.  The spasms along the walls of my vagina were strong,
strong enough to push a lover less determined than Rick out of me.  But
Rick persisted and then he twitched and groaned; he was coming, pouring his
seed into my body.  The deepest corners of my vagina, my lower stomach, my
pelvis all exploded; I was battered by an unrelenting wave of euphoric
energy.  I didn't know where I was or what was happening around me.  My
mind was filled with sheets of shimmering color, lights dancing, exploding
iridescence.  Then all was still and I cradled my son and lover in my arms.
As I fell asleep the image of Luciana drifted through my mind; she and I
were making love.

   Over the next few days Rick, as he did in his creative episodes, spent
hours sitting quietly, sketch pad in hand, thinking.  His drawings were
often starkly erotic: Debranua and Morena together, kissing, touching,
holding each other.  They fascinated and aroused me and I became even more
ravenous, bedding him down each night with voracious need.  It was
misguided egoism on my part not to understand that my son, my soul-mate,
the man I loved, understood exactly what I was feeling.  About a fortnight
after I met Luciana, Rick, laying on his side after we had come in each
other's mouths, said, "You want her, don't you."

   "Yes."

   "Are you willing to take that step?" he asked.

   "I'm worried what it will mean to us."

   Holding my hand, he took a minute to answer.  "I'd like to think, after
all these years, you know I'll always support you."

   I was quiet for about fifteen minutes, resting my naked body against
his. Finally, I said, "Yes, I would like to take that step." And adding,
more nervously.  "I can always step back, can't I."

   "Well, Luciana will get to live her fantasy and, as always, you should
have everything you want."

   Despite an effort at nonchalance, there was some fear in his voice.  He
was worried about what might happen; he did not fully comprehend what I was
trying to say.

   "Rick, you don't understand, I want you there.  The three of us, I want
it to be the three of us."

   Rick seemed confused.  It took me a second to apprehend his trepidation.
Then I got it.  My son might know me like a book, but women in general were
not as easily decipherable.

   "Rick, she has a thing for us, not just me."

   * * * *

   Three days later Luciana arrived at our apartment.  Our nanny was
keeping the twins overnight.  We exchanged hugs and Luciana flashed her
winning smile, showing off her full lips and perfect white teeth.  I poured
three glasses of wine and we chatted about everything but why she was
there. While we were all nervous, it was Luciana who got things started. 
Without a break in the conversation she took my hand in hers, lightly
rubbing her fingers against mine until I responded.  Our fingers played
with each other.  Luciana slipped closer to me, her leg touched mine.  She
let go of my hand and ran her hand down the top of my thighs.  I, still
cautious, placed my hand on top of hers, holding it in place.

   When she leaned her head towards me I bent forward, letting her kiss me.
She pecked me on the lips and licked across my mouth.  I shuddered, but
paused.  I was aroused, but also afraid.  I wanted to go forward, but was
worried about Rick.  He must have sensed my hesitation; he said in a
reassuring loving voice, "Its okay."

   I surrendered and opened my mouth, letting Luciana's tongue inside.  She
was careful, gentle, yielding, but with the acceptance of this kiss the
barriers in my head quickly crumbled.  We soon embraced, our tongues
swirled together.

   I thought about Rick.  I hoped he was watching us, that he approved,
that he was getting turned on.  Was his beautiful cock hardening?  Was his
breathing becoming deeper and lower?  The image of him in my mind made my
pussy tingle.

   Luciana and I were soon making out like two horny teenagers.  When Rick
suggested the bed room, Luciana and I stood and, holdings hands, followed
him down the hall.  When we got there we undressed and jumped onto the bed,
laughing.  After a few quick kisses Luciana turned to Rick.

   "You going to join us?"

   Rick, hands shaking, unbuttoned his shirt, laying it onto a chair.  He
undid his belt and pushed his pants down, practically falling over in the
process.  He seemed confused, then looked at his feet: his shoes were still
on.  He pushed them off his feet and took his pants off.  His penis
twitched and stood at full attention.

   He gave us a big grin and then sat on the edge of the bed, still unsure
of how to join in.  Luciana broke the ice.  Staring intently at Rick's
erection she sat up, her tits swaying as she leaned over and took it in her
hand.  I wrapped my arms around her and said, loud enough for all to hear,
"He's really quite good with it." As she stroked his penis I massaged her
neck and shoulders and reached around to caress her breasts.  She moaned in
pleasure.

   Rick let out a moan of pristine lust as he watched me fondle another
woman.  He seemed transfixed.  I took my time, fully exploring Luciana's
full firm breasts, and then concentrated on her large nipples, drawing them
to hard points, running my fingers in circles around them, pinching and
rolling them between my fingers.  Luciana, fully immersed in what I was
doing to her, let go of Rick's erection and leaned back into me.  Rick,
happily absorbed in the show we were putting on, didn't seem to mind.

   Luciana turned around, embraced me, and we shared a wild passionate
kiss. Our tongues played back and forth and our hands explored each other's
backs, tits, and butts.  Rick watched, stroking his own cock, unsure of
whether he was a participant or spectator.

   Luciana again came to the rescue.  She broke our kiss and turned Rick,
taking hold of his hand and pulling him toward her.  She delivered a wanton
kiss, letting her tongue wrestle with his.  She took hold of his hard cock
and simply squeezed; she didn't want him cumming just yet, and continued
kissing him, but more slowly, gently, calming the pace, lowering the heat.
After a few more kisses she pushed him back into the bed and moved forward
so his cock pointed directly at her face.  She wasted no time; she opened
her mouth, teasing him briefly with her tongue before wrapping her lips
around the shaft.  Rick groaned loudly and began thrusting his hips,
fucking her mouth.  His movements were slow and careful, allowing her the
opportunity to adjust to the cock invading her face.

   I lay next to Luciana, watching her suck my man, my son.  I wondered
briefly why I felt no jealously, but was soon fully absorbed in caressing
and exploring her splendid breasts, so much larger and firmer than my own.
Her areolas and nipples, unlike my dainty pink ones, were dark, large,
thick and pronounced.  They were also sensitive and Luciana groaned at my
touch, the muffled sound vibrating around my son's cock as it slid in and
out of her face.

   Rick was as highly aroused as I had seen him.  And why not: he was
watching two woman kiss and fondle each other, my hands playing over
Luciana's amazing body, while her expert mouth worked his cock.  It would
push any man to the edge.  I cupped his testicles and within seconds his
heavy balls retracted, pulling into his body.  He grunted, cum erupted from
his cock.  Luciana's cheeks bulged.  Then, as Rick lay on the bed, his
chest heaving, Luciana turned towards me and parted her mouth, displaying
my son's cum.  A few drops escaped and fell on her beautiful breasts and
flat stomach.  I locked my mouth to hers.  She used her tongue to ladle
some of Rick's cum into my mouth; we happily shared his seed before
swallowing.  When done, she smiled, "He's delicious."

   I pushed Luciana onto her back and massaged her breasts, rubbing Rick's
jism into the firm tit-flesh.  Rick watched in fascination.  I decided to
lick up the drops that had fallen on Luciana's stomach.  Rick shifted
position for a better view as I dragged my tongue over Luciana's tight
tummy, collecting his droppings.

   Luciana moaned and ran her fingers through my hair and down my back. 
When I was certain I'd captured all my son's seed, I licked and nibbled
Luciana's fat tits, enjoying their pliant warmth before settling my mouth
over her hard brown nipples, sucking them into my mouth and teasing them
with my tongue.  Luciana let out a deep groan and ran her strong fingers
down my side.  Goosebumps erupted all over my body.

   When done Luciana placed her hands on the side of my head, tugging me
upwards.  We exchanged several affectionate kisses while staring lustfully
at each other.  She rolled me onto my back and turned around,and straddled
my face, lowering her pussy to my mouth.  She bent forward and licked my
pussy from top to bottom.

   Then, simultaneously, with a hunger that surprised me even in my aroused
state, we began to eagerly, hungrily, lick and suck each other's pussy.  As
we teased, savored, and consumed each other's cunt our hands explored each
other's bodies.  The room filled with the slurping sounds of our lips and
tongues and the muffled moans of our pleasure.

   Rick started stroking his cock.  He was in no hurry; his fingers moved
gently up and down the length of his tool as he watched the two of us eat
each other.

   Subject to Luciana's expert tongue I was the first to lose control.  I
let out a long moan that was subdued, in part, by the pussy plastered to my
mouth.  It was a slow gentle orgasm and I coasted on the feelings as
Luciana kept teasing me, drawing out my sweet sweet climax.  When I finally
returned to terra firma, I clamped my hands on Luciana's hard ass and
attacked her sex with single-minded devotion, desperate to repay her for
the orgasm that still had my fingers and toes twinkling in delight.

   Luciana raised her head and looked at Rick, her face covered with my
pussy juice.  Rick moaned.  She lay her face on my thigh, rubbing her cheek
against me as I ate and teased her delightful sex.  Rick later confessed
indecision.  Should he slide to the other end of the bed to watch me lick
and suck Luciana's pussy or stay and watch Luciana's face as I brought her
to orgasm?  He stayed and watched Luciana as she moved from pleasure,
wanton lust and desire building, to total release and was consumed by a
powerful orgasm.  Luciana bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly, grinding
her hips against my face, whimpering in delight, pouring juice into my
mouth.

   When done Luciana rolled off me and slowly, gingerly, reversed her
position, laying her head next to mine.  Rick was staring at my face, which
was drenched with Luciana's cum.  Luciana kissed me and looked at Rick.

   "I could use some help getting her cleaned up."

   Rick, who had been mesmerized by our lewd tableau, scrambled across the
bad and lay next to me, across from Luciana.  They started nibbling on my
face, clearing the evidence of Luciana's orgasm.  Then they took turns
kissing me, our tongues playing with each other, the heat rapidly building.
When one of Rick's kiss lingered a little longer than usual, Luciana nudged
at him.  When he pulled away Luciana licked his lips.  I slipped a hand
behind his head, keeping him in place, and Luciana slipped her tongue
between his slightly parted lips, At the same time I felt Luciana's hand,
which had been tweaking my left nipple, head for Rick's cock.

   In our years together I had never doubted Rick's fidelity.  Now, as I
watched him kiss Luciana, the thought of sharing him with another woman
made my cunt pulse.  I said out loud but to no one in particular, "Oh,
fuck. This is so hot." The two of them stopped and looked at me.  I opened
my mouth, slipping my tongue out in invitation.  Both their tongues played
with mine and soon we were again taking turns kissing each other.

   I ran my hand down across Rick's stomach to his cock.  Luciana let go
and I encircled the firm shaft; Rick shifted position to allow me better
access.  Luciana took immediate advantage, lowering her mouth to mine and I
returned her eager kiss.  As I worked Rick's cock with my hand he was
running a hand over Luciana's body.  Luciana continued to massage my tits,
which were flush with blood and aching with need.

   I buried my free hand in Luciana's short black hair and pulled her mouth
to mine.  After several minutes of intense kisses we were both panting when
she backed away to catch her breath I studied her face and admired her
beautiful brown eyes, which smoldered with passion.

   All this time I had continued to play with Rick's cock.  Pre-cum was
steadily dripping from it.  The boy needed to be fucked.  I turned to Rick,
pushed him on his back, and straddled his waist, directing his cock to the
entrance of my wet pussy, lowering myself, taking his full length in me in
one motion.  I moaned and looked at him, lust evident in my eyes.  I
paused, briefly, enjoying the sensation of being completely filled, before
laying my hands on his chest and lifting myself up and down his wonderful
pole.

   The bed shifted.  Luciana's exquisite naked form appeared before me. 
Facing me, she straddled Rick's face, her hands resting on her thighs, and
leaned forward to peck me on the lips.  She then lowered herself, covering
Rick's face with her pussy.  Rick showed no hesitation; he drove his tongue
into her cunt.

   Luciana and I, our pussies simultaneously pleasured by our lover, leaned
forward.  Our lips locked in a hot deep kiss.  Our tongues played back and
forth.  Luciana's hands found my tits, massaging them, letting the tender
warm flesh slide against her palms.  I groaned into her mouth.  Luciana
ended the kiss and focused on my breasts.  My head fell back, my brown hair
hanging down my back, and I let out a series of sobbing groans at the
incredible combined sensations of Luciana's strong hands on my boobs and
Rick's thick cock in my snatch.

   I wanted to extend this fuck, try not to be a glutton, try to keep the
sensations under control so I could draw out this wild unprecedented
experience.  As I said, I tried, but Luciana ran a hand from my tits,
across my stomach, to my clit.  As I rode my son's cock, Luciana teased the
sweet bud.  It was a tsunami of pleasure; I abandoned any attempt to
control myself, riding my son's cock harder and faster, hissing in a voice
so depraved that I didn't recognize it, "Yesssss, oh fuck god,
yesssssssssssss."

   I drove myself down hard on Rick and ground my hips from side to side as
Luciana mercilessly worked my clitoris, no longer teasing it but pushing it
hard into my body, where I felt it rub against my son's cock buried deep
within me.  I lost all control.  I shuddered and came, whooping and falling
forward into Luciana's body.

   I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure wash through my body.  When
finally able to open them again I was greeted with Luciana's exquisite
face. I slipped my tongue into her mouth for a salacious kiss.  Rick, who
had stopped thrusting into me as I rode the wave of my orgasm, started to
once again roll his hips.

   I turned my focus to Rick.  We had fucked in this position innumerable
times, I knew what he liked, I knew what angles and tempos drove him wild.

   Luciana, in turn, had become immersed in Rick's talented tongue.  She
closed her eyes, dwelling on what was happening between her legs.  I
admired her strong athletic body; she looked like she could go all night
long.  I took her large breasts, which bounced in time with her movements,
in my hands, loving their heavy firm fullness.  My thumbs flicked across
her hard nipples.  Luciana moaned as the sensation in her tits merged with
those of Rick's tongue in her pussy.

   I was fucking the length of my son's penis, alternating slow, shallow
dips with deep thrusts, lowering myself, taking his entire shaft inside me,
moving in a corkscrew motion.  I knew how he loved this and when I released
Luciana's breast and placed my hands on his stomach to steady myself, his
muscles tightened.  I thought about the cum churning in his balls, soon to
spray inside me.  My god, I was the luckiest woman in the world.

   A sharp moan from Luciana momentarily distracted me.  Rick had captured
her clit between two fingers, squeezing it.  I reached behind and cupped
Rick's balls.  With my other hand I pulled Luciana's face to mine; our lips
and tongues wantonly played against each other.  Luciana wrapped her strong
fingers around the base of Rick's cock, squeezing him with a power I could
not match, and she started rocking her hips with more force.  I knew what
she was feeling; Rick had eaten me to countless orgasms.  Her perfect body
flushed and she grabbed her tits, forcefully taking the nipples between her
thumb and forefinger.

   Luciana came first, "COGER.  COGER, COGER, AHHHHUNNNNHHHH."

   As Luciana's juice swamped his face Rick's balls tightened and his
scream was obscured in Luciana's snatch as he emptied the contends of his
balls in his mother's happy waiting cunt.  My body tingled, I was light
headed, my vision blurred, I felt weightless, as if gravity had been
switched off.  I was living in a volcanic eruption and screamed in bliss
before collapsing beside Rick, unable to move, think or speak.  Luciana
moaned, "Yo acabé," and lay next to me.  Rick added a more colloquial,
"Ohmogod."

   I was nestled between my two wonderful lovers.  They took turns kissing
me tenderly while playing with my tits and cunt, eventually bringing me one
final orgasm.  Then Luciana wrapped her arms around me and the three of us
drifted off to sleep.

   I woke several hours later.  Luciana was still asleep; Rick was gone.  I
stood and started to put on a robe, but couldn't see the point.  I walked
to the living room and found my naked son sitting on the couch, sketching.
On the table in front of him were various drawings of Debruana and Montero,
now clearly based on Luciana, kissing and making love.

   I filled two glasses with water and sat next to him.  He placed an arm
around me and pulled me into his body.

   "Any regrets?" he asked.

   "No, none at all."

   He took my hand in his.  "Mom, I think you should accept it.  You're
bisexual, attracted to both men and women.  And what's the rule of our
house."

   I smiled at him, running a finger down his face, "I get everything I
want." I had, I thought, the best man in the world.

   He continued.  "If we are going to include Luciana in any serious way we
are going to have to tell her the truth."

   "I know," I said.

   We sat for awhile, quiet, holding each other.  Rick finally broke the
silence.

   "I've been playing with this idea.  Tell me what you think.

   "Debranua attacks the Cobra Kai headquarters, finally destroying the
organization.  In the process she finds a cage in which a beautiful young
woman - she sort of looks like this," he said, gesturing to the drawing, -
"is imprisoned in contemptible misery.  She learns that the women, whose
name is Morena, was genetically engineered and trained for years for the
single purpose of defeating Debranua.  However, in the process of her
training and study of Debranua, Morena fell in love with her.  When she
refused to fight, Morena was imprisoned.  Debranua takes her home and Jason
and Debranua nurse her back to health.  In the process Debranua falls in
love with her.



   "When she falls in love she finds her powers are magnified.  We learn
that her love for Jason was so intense it clouded her perception; it
obscured her true sexual nature, that she could love, should love, both men
and women.  When she loved only Jason she tapped into only part of herself
and only part of her power.  When she discovers her true sexuality she
accesses all her power.  We will have to work out a way to make Jason
accept all this, but his love for Debranua will ensure it will work out. 
Debranua and Morena form a team.

   "It emphasizes the love story, frees me from endlessly re-working the
limitations on Debranua's powers, and opens us the LGBT and Hispanic
markets."

   I loved it, and said so.  Luciana who had quietly been standing in the
doorway for much of the conversation, said "Do I get partial credit?"

   Rick had anticipated her.  "Yes.  I'd like you to work on the book with
me."

   * * * *

   New York is a big, diverse and often anonymous place.  No one was
surprised when a young woman moved in with an older man and still older
women.  They all seemed deeply in love and over time became devoted parents
to several more children.  When New York finally allowed gay marriage,
Luciana and I were joined together.  The three of us look forward to the
day when the law understands that three people can love each other as much
as two and that the love of a mother and son can be transcendent.


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