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 Title: The Red House Ch.02


Summary: Imprisoned mother's son and friend work to free her.


Keywords: inc,fic



   The motel room's air conditioner had died sometime during the Bush years
and the room felt like a sauna in the middle of this Mississippi August
day. The dark, almost ebony skin beneath me gleamed, coated in a fine sheet
of fuck sweat.  I ran my tongue along a dark skinned flat belly, feeling
muscles flutter just underneath.  Upwards, I tongued my way around and over
two small, cupcake sized breasts, nipples engorged with blood and darker
than the breast around it.  Small, moans of appreciation reached my ears as
I closed my lips around one swollen nipple and flicked my tongue over the
long, dime sized nipples.  Slowly, I tongued my way upwards, pausing to
kiss the slick neck.  Her black skin seemed to emit the scent of cinnamon.

   Finally, I slid my sweat sticky body over hers as my lips found hers and
I looked into her large brown eyes.  Her tongue greeted mine and lured it
back into her mouth where they both writhed, her breath quickening into a
moan as I felt my erect cock brush her pussy lips and slip between her
longish labia, finding heat and wetness that more than equaled the heat in
the room.  I felt her arms and legs close around me as I thrust in,
spreading her pussy flesh open to burrow into her welcoming cunt.

   Her groans tore our kiss apart and I felt Tisha's hot breath before she
cried out, "That's it, John - fuck me with that fine thang - give me that
good cock!" I raised myself up on my arms, our sweaty bodies peeling away
from each other with a loud noise.  Looking down, I marveled once more at
where I was and what I was doing.

   I had my cock buried to the hilt in the sweet, tight pussy of
Mississippi Corrections Officer Latisha - Tisha to her friends - Wilkins.
Tisha was the head guard at the prison where my mother had been imprisoned
for over twenty years for murdering my abusive father.  I had been adopted
and had only in the last year become reacquainted with Momma...reacquainted
being a mild way to put it - after visiting Momma several times, I'd spent
an incestuous weekend of fucking Momma a little over a month ago after we'd
arranged a conjugal visit.

   Part of me felt a bit dishonest fucking Tisha.  I was head over heels in
love with my mother - she and I had touched each other in a way neither
expected, but had embraced and despite obstacles planned to spend the rest
of our lives together, yet here I was fucking the woman who had the power
of life and death over her.  Part of me was aroused like never before,
making hot love to this African-American woman.  Me, raised in a Midwest
town with virtually no black population, who had never been with a black
woman before.  Part of me knew that skin didn't matter -a woman is a woman,
but part of me felt like I was breaking another taboo and as I had
discovered fucking my mother, breaking sexual taboos was exciting as
nothing else is.

   I felt Tisha roll her hips and I moved into sync with her, thrusting in
and out of her clinging pussy to meet her movements, our bodies slapping
loudly together.  "God yes, boy - fuck me hard," Tisha purred, her fingers
scraping over my chest, flicking my pebbled nipples as we moved, fucking
each other with more effort with each thrust.

   "Yes, ma'am," I said, sounding like Momma being subservient to her
guards.  Remaining raised on one hand, I slid one hand down her smooth,
slick body, trailing fingers down her thigh till I could slip under her
knee and drew it up, thrusting deep as I raised her leg and draped it over
my shoulder.  Switching hands, I repeated the process, almost rolling the
short, slender woman up in a ball as her left leg dropped onto my shoulder
and I leaned forward, sliding my erect penis a fraction deeper into her
juicy pussy.

   "You want it hard, Tisha?  Here you go!" Tisha let out with a scream as
I suddenly began trip hammering my cock into her welcoming pussy.  The dark
skinned woman quivered as I slammed cock to her, making her babble with a
string of nonsense words, tinged with a Mississippi Delta accent.  I
slipped my arms under hers, fingers sliding across her back to pull her
more tightly to me, my fingers passing over several rough, bumpy patches.

   Her ankles tightened against my head as she crossed her feet, trying to
tighten her grip on my long cock and using me for leverage to push her
pelvis up to meet each stroke.  Our bodies slapped wetly together as we
came together - the room becoming thick with the aroma of our fucking. 
Sweat, pheromones, wet pussy filled the room, making our nostrils flare
hungrily as we moved closer and closer to climax.

   I felt my orgasm racing through my body, surging up my penis, swelling
my cock head, her slick, silky and hot flesh tightening around my cock,
bringing my orgasm to the brink.  With a roar, I shoved my cock hard and
deep into Tisha's womb, flooding it with steaming semen.

   Tisha's body seized up under me, a soulful wail erupting from her lips
as her arms clawed my skin and her legs quivered and clenched against my
shoulders and head.  A deluge of fiery cunt cream coated my pulsating cock
as Tisha joined me in orgasm, sobbing, "Fuck, fuck, f-fuck, fuck," over and
over again.  She finally flung her legs wide, waving them in the air as her
toes clenched in the throes of orgasmic pleasure, only to let them fall
widespread as my ejaculations began to ebb.

   Finally, I slipped off of the black woman to lie panting at her side,
her chest heaving making her small, mature breasts shake as they rose and
fell.  "Damnation, John.  I know why your momma loves your cock so much."
She reached out and stroked her fingers across my chest and said, "I hope
you got enough in you to do that again in a bit."

   I actually blushed under her praise and said, "You're too sexy for me
not to get it up again.  Next to Momma, you're the best love I've ever
known."

   Tisha giggled and said, "I bet I'm your first taste of brown sugar,
ain't I?" She rolled over and kissed me, her tongue snaking sexily around
mine.  I felt my face burning and our kiss dissolved as Tisha again giggled
and said, "I'll be damned...I am!" She moved to climb on top of me, her
still sweaty body sliding easily over my slick body, stretching out so that
her shaved pussy, now oozing my seed nestled against my lower stomach.  She
kissed me again and then said softly, "Well for a white boy, you can fuck
this black pussy any time.

   We spent a time just cuddling and basking in the glow of good sex, hands
continuing to explore each other's body.  Finally, I fetched us a couple of
beers from a cooler I'd brought with me and handed her one.  "So, any luck
on helping Momma?" I asked.

   Tisha nodded and hopped off the motel bed, striding across the room
while I admired her slender body.  Tisha was thirty-five years old, and
stood about 5 foot, three inches and maybe weighed one hundred and fifteen
pounds.  Her body was toned with well defined muscles in her arms and legs
and a flat stomach.  Her small and still perky breasts were capped with
long nipples the diameter of dimes and between her legs her pussy was clean
shaven, her dark flesh contrasting excitedly with her glistening pink inner
flesh.

   Tisha bent over a huge shoulder bag, flashing her well fucked pussy,
spotted with whitish blobs of my semen at me from beneath firm and trim
hips.  She pulled a thick folder out of the bag and returned to bed,
dropping the file on my chest as she stretched out beside me.  "Got me a
special friend works in the Sherriff's office in your granddaddy's county.
He might be a high and mighty congressman now, but he has them always
updating Carlie's file." She rubbed my arm and continued, "This here is a
copy you can keep - it's got everything they had on her case and even her
behavior reports from prison."

   I leafed through the file, pausing when I came to some graphic photos of
my father lying on a blood-soaked sofa, dead from Momma emptying an entire
clip from a Glock automatic pistol into his sleeping body.  I felt nothing
for him as I studied the harsh photos.  Nothing turned to hate as I found
next pictures of Momma, one side of her face one massive bruise with the
eye swollen closed and the other eye blackened.  A head to toe shot of
Momma naked, bruises covering over half of her body.  Attached to that were
hospital reports that provided a history of several years of violent and
savage abuse.

   "This is what they had suppressed at her trial," I said.

   Tisha nodded and said, "My friend says they confiscated the hospital's
official reports - they don't exist outside Garrett's file." Her fingers
teased my forearm.  "Well, there and the copy you got in your hand."

   Some memory or nugget of fact tickled my brain and I murmured, "I don't
think a photocopy is admissible in court."

   Tisha shrugged and said, "Maybe not, but hell, at least you got the
whole picture."

   I sighed as I kept flipping through the file.  Prison reports indicated
a couple of rough years early on and then nothing but good behavior.  I
noticed Tisha's signature beginning to appear.  I looked up at her with a
questioning look.

   The black woman smiled back and said, "Yeah, it was about ten years ago
when I hired on at the prison.  I already knew I was bi, but when I saw
your momma, I about wet myself.  I had me a real schoolgirl crush on her
and well...we, you know..."

   "You two just worked things out," I finished.

   Tisha grinned evilly at me and said, "That's right.  We've had our
loving moments and I've tried to help her when I can.  You can see I wrote
her up a lot for good commendations...that sort of thing usually helps push
a parole along quicker, but the parole board ain't never seen those and
besides, they walk in ready to obey your granddaddy's orders."

   I paused to look at copies of Parole Hearing reports - each stamped with
'REJECTED' dated two and four years ago.  Cause was listed as "Showing no
sign of rehabilitation."

   Tisha sneered and said, "No sign of rehabilitation my ass.  Carlie's
been a model prisoner for more years than I can count and even got her
G.E.D.  bout three years ago."

   I looked up in surprise.  Tisha nodded and said.  "Used to brag about
you from your adopted momma's letters that she could barely read.  She
decided if ever you wrote something, she wanted to be able to read it.  She
might sound like an illiterate cracker, but she ain't really."

   I shook my head, both awed and touched.  Part of me ached for all the
years I'd gone without knowing Momma.  In a husky tone, I said, "Thank you
for helping her...for helping us."

   Tisha laughed and said, "Well, we worked ourselves out an arrangement is
all.  In prison, ain't nothing comes free.  I treat your momma good and she
and her sweet tongue been pleasing me for years.  I help you and you and
that fine white boy dick be pleasing me as well." Tisha rolled over and sat
up beside the bed, stretching her arms high, the muscles in her back
cording and swelling.  "Besides, Carlie got a fucking raw deal.  Maybe you
understand it and maybe you don't, but a woman knows when her own has been
screwed over.  I know."

   In the dim light of the motel room, I could see the round scar marks on
Tisha's back - six or seven of them, looking to be the diameter of maybe a
lit cigarette.  I reached out and ran my fingers over them, finally letting
my hand rest on her shoulder and gently draw her back.  "Well, maybe part
of this is an exchange of favors," I began, pushing Tisha onto her back. 
"But, not all of it - this is just me wanting to please a beautiful woman."
I moved to climb between her legs, my cock rapidly growing as I looked down
at the African American woman below me, her legs spreading wide to give me
access.

   Tisha grinned evilly and replied, "Sheeeit, John!  You are a smooth
talking motherfucker.  This how you seduced your momma?" She held out her
arms, beckoning.  "How about you pretend I'm your momma...maybe give me a
load of spunk I'll deliver to her in person."

   My cock jerked and throbbed at her words as I instantly understood the
implications.  With a growl I was on top of her, sliding my body along
hers, our slightly dried skin feeling tacky - tugging at each other as I
moved.  Her pussy was hot and wet and ready, though, welcoming my stiff
penis between her slick labia and then hungrily enveloping it in folds of
flesh satiny soft and so, so wet.

   Tisha squealed with pleasure as I thrust my hardness into her, her
pelvis flinging up to meet my cock and I quickly was buried in her pussy to
the root.  She shivered as my wiry pubic hair scraped against and tickled
the bare skin of her vulva.  Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled my
head down so our lips met in a passionate kiss.  Her tongue, long and thick
slipped into my mouth and she almost purred as I sucked on it.  She teased
my tongue into her mouth and returned the favor, her full lips sucking
furiously on my tongue before we began dancing them together, replicating
the greater dance of lust our bodies were engaged in.

   I felt her heartbeat quicken as we fucked, mirrored by the pulse of her
blood engorged nipples, rubbery hard tips scraping across my chest.  Her
fingers intertwined in my hair, yanking on my locks to keep my mouth on
hers as we came together again and again, the sweet delicious friction of
my cock moving in and out of her clasping cunt.  Tisha rolled her hips and
pressed her clitoris more firmly against my thrusting cock and was
instantly reward with orgasmic sensations that quickly had her writhing in
ecstasy while I fucked her on and on.

   She broke our kiss so she could throw back her head and cry out - hands
now clawing down my back as she flung her hips upward trying to get more of
me in her.  Sweat poured off my body to splatter on her face and chest,
joining the rivulets of perspiration flowing across her dark skin.  Our
bodies made wet, slapping noises as we fucked as did our joined cock and
cunt - a wet squishing noise as she seemed to almost be spraying pussy
juices, coating my erection with her steaming juices and the rest escaping
with each movement of our lovemaking.

   As her orgasm began to fade, Tisha began urging me to follow.  "Cum in
me, boy.  Cum in me for your momma!" She squirmed underneath me, working
her pussy muscles to milk my cock.  "Give me a big load so your momma will
get to eat a big ol' gooey mess of her son's cum!"

   I began to thrust harder - her words creating images that brought me
closer.  Tisha recognized that and continued to spur me on.  "Yeah, that's
it...give me that big dick, give me that hot spunk so your momma can get
down on her knees and eat your sperm from Tisha's pussy!" Her words were
arousing her as well and combined with my now frantic thrusts, Tisha
slipped into another orgasm and then I felt my resistance crumble and I
shoved my cock in deep, grinding my crotch against her bald pussy and
emptied another load of thick and creamy semen into her snatch, seeing in
my mind's eye, Momma squatting in front of the prison guard, a long
streamer of my jism strung from Momma's lips to Tisha's spread and gooey
labia.

   We cuddled for several minutes and then Tisha's wristwatch began to beep
and she said, "I got to go." She separated from me, looking back at me
lovingly as I sprawled on the bed, her eyes traveling down my body only to
pause at my semi-erect and cum covered cock.  She licked her lips and said,
"Well, maybe I can give your Momma a kiss from you too and she leaned over
and took me in her mouth, making it my turn to writhe in pleasure as she
sucked and licked my sensitive cock clean of my semen and her pussy cream.

   Tisha then quickly dressed, patting the crotch of her panties while
saying, "An hour from now, your momma and me will be having a little
counseling session.  I hope she enjoys the surprise creamy filling."

   I pulled on my pants and followed the now uniformed black woman to the
door.  "How's Momma doing," I asked.

   Tisha shrugged and said, "She's hanging on, John.  Being with you is a
blessing and a curse." When I frowned at her response, she reached up and
patted my face.  "Oh now, don't fret.  You and your momma becoming lovers,
why, it's gave Carlie a new lease on life, but not being with you all the
time, it's made prison life seem even more awful than it already is."

   "Tell her I love her," I said.

   Tisha nodded and leaned up and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.  "Boy,
she already knows that." She gave me a big smile.  "But I'll tell her
anyway.  And I'll tell you'll see her in two weeks." And then she was gone,
roaring away in a small jeep.

   I got my stuff together, carefully packing away the file Tisha had given
me and began the drive back home, my mind racing the whole way.  So much
had happened and although it had happened pretty fast, it also seemed to be
happening painfully slow.  It had only been two weeks since Momma and I had
finally become lovers while on a conjugal visit in one of the Women's
prison's 'Red Houses' after which the prison guard Tisha who was Momma's
lover, offered to help me find a way to help Momma go free in exchange for
sexual favors.

   Although part of me felt I was betraying Momma's love for me, part of me
was aroused by this African American woman and all of me yearned to break
my mother free of her awful life.  Tisha had said she would call me and
last night she finally had, having me meet her at a run-down motel today
for a romp and to begin the process of getting Momma free.  I physically
ached for Momma - my nights were restless and what little sleep I'd had was
filled with erotic dreams of my full bodied mother - carnal images of me on
her, in her, the two of us locked in incestuous lovemaking, always on the
verge of cumming.

   Over the next few days, I poured over Momma's file, looking for that one
'AH HAH' document that would set into motion her freedom.  I made subtle
inquiries at the university, seeking to find a good legal mind to help me
find a solution.  Every answer I got back pointed to one professor of law -
a locally well known champion of liberal causes who unfortunately was off
on a tour of speaking engagements and wouldn't be back into early fall.

   Still, between my graduate studies and trying to find a way to bring
Momma home, my days were busy and filled.  Alas, once I went to bed, it was
a different scene.  I tossed and turned, tormented by images of my mother,
her short mahogany hair framing her lovely face with those brilliant blue
eyes.  Momma's legs and thighs were shapely and toned, probably from
working all day long on her feet, but she was thicker on top with a full
waist and incredibly huge breasts.  While on the conjugal visit in the Red
House, I'd snuck a peek at her industrial strength prison issue bra and a
tag revealed that Momma was sporting a pair of meaty 48DD breasts,
incredibly massive tits that sloped and gently sagged against her chest
like huge gourds.

   Most haunting of all was Momma's pussy, that ripe, flesh partially
concealed by a thick, almost unruly bush of black hair.  The unique touch
of Momma's aroused flesh had made me feel as no other woman could.  To sink
my erect flesh into her steaming cunt was to both return home to the most
wonderful place on Earth and to touch the face of all that was holy. 
Pleasure with all other women paled compared to the incestuous ecstasy
making love to my mother gave me.  Making love to Tisha was a close second,
but even then I knew it was because of the link she represented between
Momma and me.

   Nights were almost endless as I was tormented by that I could not
have...my Momma.  Masturbating was a poor substitute, but gave me enough
relief to sink into incestuous dreams of a life where Momma and I were free
to live our lives beyond the walls of her prison.

   Finally, visitor's day arrived and I eagerly made the trip across
Mississippi, cotton and bean fields lush in the sweltering summer heat.  I
was passed through security and was escorted to the picnic area to await
Momma along with other visitors.  I sat on top of a picnic table, gazing
longingly at the row of Red Houses a few hundred feet away.  There was
movement in and around them as families and spouses prepared for their
loved ones to join them.  My cock, already semi-erect at the prospect of
seeing Momma, throbbed at the memory of our time at the Red House.

   A bell rang shrilly and I turned to see a gate open and a group of women
in prison khaki rush through, spreading out across the visitor's yard
towards family.  Momma emerged from the small crowd of women and I found
myself on my feet and rushing forward as she moved from a walk to a fast
trot herself.  Our bodies collided in a flurry of arms wrapping around each
other and lips pressed together, her badly missed breasts pillowing against
my chest as her tongue greeted mine as we wordlessly conveyed our love and
how much we'd missed each other.

   We kissed for a long time, tongues dancing as one until Tisha's voice
echoed in our ears, "Give it a rest, Carlie - y'all go have a seat
somewheres." We both sheepishly stepped back, Momma staring down at the
obvious bulge in my slacks while I stared hungrily at her nipples poking
prominently against the blouse of her dress.  I belatedly realized that
Momma was braless.  We both spared a glance at Tisha who was strolling away
with a bemused look on her face.

   Looking back at each other, I took Momma's hands in mine and said, "God,
I love you, Momma and I missed you so much."

   Tears ran down Momma's face as she nodded and said, "I love you too,
honey.  You're all I ever think about now." She pulled me close and kissed
me again, her tongue licking my lips before she finished.  She smiled at me
almost shyly as I led her by the hand to the farthest picnic table away
from the scrutiny of the guards.

   As we walked hand in hand, we passed by a picnic table where another
woman prisoner sat with an elderly woman and a young boy.  Mother and son
were using crayons on a coloring book.  The woman looked up, pushing back
long, stringy, blonde hair out of her face with an arm covered with blue
tattoos.  She smiled at us and said, "Well, don't you two make a purty
picture of lovers." She winked at us and said, "It warms my heart to see a
mother and son so close!"

   We both grinned and Momma blushed as she said, "Oh shut up, Ettie."

   Ettie laughed and called to me as we moved on.  "You made her a happy
woman, boy.  She be calling out your name all night long in her cell. 
Sometimes, she screams it!"

   Momma tightened her grip on my hand and glanced over at me.  "I get
awfully lonely at night, son," she said and then grinning at me, said, "And
horny!"

   I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss.  "You're not the only one,
Momma."

   We reached our picnic table and set down straddling the far bench,
facing each other.  We sat quietly for a moment before Momma said, "I got
your sweet gift, son." I must have look puzzled for a moment because Momma
extended her tongue and waved it lasciviously.

   "My pleasure, Momma.  I - I hope you don't mind Tisha and I..."

   Momma leaned over and caressed my face, no emotion on her face except
that of mother and incestuous love.  "Hell no, John.  That aint cheating.
It's almost like Tisha's bringing us together in a way." Momma smacked her
lips.  "And it tastes good too!"

   I shivered as an image of Momma's face, bobbing between Tisha's thighs
appeared in my head.  I could see Momma raise her head up and look at me,
fresh semen and Tisha's cunt juices coating her lips and chin.  Momma
beamed at me as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

   I spent a few minutes catching Momma up on what little progress I'd made
with Tisha's help - not able to share anything that generated any real
hope. Momma looked glum and she sighed.  "I don't know how we can best your
granddaddy.  He's one evil motherfucker."

   I leaned towards Momma and placed one hand on her exposed leg, just
above the knee.  "That old man is a rat bastard son of a bitch, Momma.  I'm
a motherfucker...in fact I'm your motherfucker."

   My mother grinned and said, "Yes, you are, son!  In fact..." She slowly
pulled the hem of her prison dress up, revealing her luscious, white
thighs. "Maybe my son'd like to see how much his momma loves him too."

   We glanced around and I slid my hand up her thigh, Momma dropping her
skirt back to conceal it.  I scooted a little closer and then my eyes went
wide as my fingers brushed damp pubic hair.  "No panties, Momma?" I said in
a suddenly hoarse voice.

   Momma licked her lips and said in a sinfully sexy little girl's voice,
"Officer Tisha said I be a nasty girl and she confiscated my undies!" My
fingers pressed on, finding wet flesh that yielded to pressure, allowing me
to swiftly slide two fingers into Momma's searing wet pussy.  Momma closed
her eyes and sighed softly.  "Am I nasty, son?"

   We both leaned our heads in until our foreheads met and as I began to
twist and turn my fingers about inside Momma's cunt.  "Nasty and beautiful
and sexy and I love you this way."

   Momma's hand skittered across the table to find mine, our fingers
intertwining - her touch a guide to what she liked best as I fingered her
pussy.  Her succulent cunt flesh tried to cling to my probing fingers,
contracting as I wormed them in and out of her cunt, my fingers quickly
becoming coated with her juices.

   The smell of aroused pussy began to surround us as Momma panted and
squirmed on the bench, hunching herself discretely against my probing
fingers.  Her breasts partially revealed as she leaned against me, heaved
as pleasure grew inside her.  "Oh, John, I love you," she hissed as I
rotated my fingers and slid them up inside the wall of her cunt, her moans
guiding me to her G-spot.

   "Oh fuckkkkk!" she yelped, her hand digging into mine as she came in a
sudden swift and heavy flood of juices, splattering across my fingers and
hand and spraying the bench between us.  For a few minutes I kept Momma
squirming in the grip of ecstasy, before it became too much and she reached
down and tried to tug my fingers out of her.

   I resisted, waggling my fingers inside her, making her gulp for air and
struggle not to scream.  "Are you sure, Momma?" I said, teasingly.

   Momma hung there, her whole world momentarily centered on my pleasuring
fingers, cunt cream gushing from her pulsating twat.  She raised her head
and looked at me with pleading eyes.  She tried to grin, but bit her lower
lip until she was able to stammer.  "Have to s-stop, s-son or e-everyone
here's gonna know!"

   I leaned in and kissed Momma on the lips, muffling her moans as I slowly
slid my fingers from her pussy, labia clutching hungrily at my thickly
coated fingers.  After breaking the kiss, I took a quick glance around
while Momma leaned her head against my chest.  Her dark hair was matted
with sweat and her body quivered as I teasingly brushed her vulva with my
fingers.  Nobody seemed to really be paying us attention, although Ettie
looked up from her child and gave me a knowing grin.

   Momma finally gave a big sigh and slowly raised her head.  "That was
fucking something," she gasped.  "If we was by ourselves..." She shook her
head and grinned at me.

   I raised my cum coated fingers, showing Momma her cunt cream layered
thickly on my index and middle finger.  "If we were alone, I'd be licking
more than this," I said before licking my index finger like a lollipop, my
cock throbbing in my slacks as I savored the strong and salty-sweet taste
of her juices.

   I started to lick my middle finger, but Momma's hand shot out and took
me by the wrist.  Looking coyly at me, Momma drew my cum covered finger to
her lips, saying, "If we was alone, I'd be licking something bigger than
this," before slowly sucking my finger into her mouth, her tongue lapping
up her own juices while looking at me with her lovely blue eyes.

   Releasing my finger from her lips, Momma leaned forward and we kissed
again, sharing her own tastes with me for several long moments as our
tongues made love.  When the kiss ended, we both gave a long, needful sigh.
"I want you so bad," Momma breathed.

   "Soon, Momma.  We get a weekend next month," I said, trying to make
Momma feel better, although my heart was wrenched at the thought of another
month passing before I could make love to my mother.

   "Okay, you lovebirds, time to break this up." We both looked up to see
Tisha standing there with a clipboard in her hands.  "I see that Carlie,
you requested another conjugal visit that's approved for four weeks from
now in September." Momma and I glanced at each other curiously.  We already
knew this.

   Tisha smiled at us and said, "As part of the program aimed at a
successful parole release, we like to hold a few counseling sessions with
the convicted prisoner and their family." She threw us a wink and said,
"It's counseling time." She pointed at Momma and then to another female
guard standing near the prisoner entrance.  "Carlie, go with Officer
Sanchez and I'll escort your son through civilian country and we'll meet in
my office."

   Momma's eyes were wide with surprise and I realized that neither of us
had expected this.  She blew me a kiss and marched off towards the other
guard.  Tisha cocked a thumb back over her shoulder.  "Boy, come with me."
Without saying a word, I climbed up and followed her, pausing only a second
to admire the puddle of cunt cream Momma had left behind on the bench.

   We passed back through the visitor's entrance and Tisha led me through
another gate I recognized from visits inside.  From there, we traveled
through a seemingly endless labyrinth of stairs and corridors with offices
scattered here and there, occasionally pausing to be let through a metal
mesh door, guards nodding respectfully to Tisha as she passed and gazing at
me with suspicious stares that I imagined were for anyone not wearing their
uniform.

   Finally we paused before a solid wood door that read "Latisha Wilkins,
Head of Facility Security, Licensed Penal Counselor." She produced a set of
keys and unlocked the door and let us in.  Inside, the room was spartanly
furnished - a large wood desk, a few file cabinets, a small cushioned chair
and a worn loveseat, both facing the desk.  A threadbare, orange carpet
covered the floor.  A window had a clear view of a bean field in the
distance where a few prisoners slowly worked.  Tisha moved to sit behind
the desk and pointed me towards the love seat.

   I started to speak, but there was a knock at the door and Tisha was on
her feet and barking, "Come." The door opened and Momma came through, the
female officer behind her.  Tisha nodded and glanced at her watch.  "Get a
cup of coffee, be back in forty-five minutes, Carmelita."

   The woman replied in the affirmative and left as Tisha shut the door and
turned the deadbolt.  Leaning back against the door, Tisha stared calmly at
us, an amused smile playing across her lips.  Momma stood stock still next
to the desk, glancing back and forth from me to Tisha, uncertainty etched
on her face."

   After a minute, Tisha laughed and said, "Now shit, girl.  You know I had
my reasons to tell you no panties or bra." She glanced at me and said, "I
done cleaned my desk of breakables and y'all have about forty-three minutes
for counseling.  I suggest you get to it!"

   Comprehension dawned at once and I was on my feet and across the room,
wrapping my arms around Momma, squelching her cry of understanding with a
hard, passionate kiss, my tongue lashing into her mouth to capture hers. 
The desk creaked as she fell against it, stopping as she half leaned, half
sat on the wooden top.  Kissing was immediately joined by frantic pawing at
each others clothing, my fingers clumsily unbuttoning her dress while she
struggled to undo my belt.

   Momma had just managed to shove my pants down around my ankles when I
got the last button undone on her prison dress.  I pulled the khaki fabric
apart, revealing her heaving and massive tits and with a growl, I ducked my
head to Momma's chest, closing my lips around a thick and swollen nipple as
Momma keened with delight.  Behind me, Tisha chuckled and said, "Now you
two feel free to fuck up a storm, but keep it quiet."

   Momma's nipple pulsed wildly between my lips, responding to my tongue's
flickering movement by swelling to the point of bursting.  My hands went to
Momma's waist and moved down, one hand cupping her asscheek and the other
palming her cunt, labia already spread and still dripping with her juices.
I gave Momma's nipple a quick nip and kissed my way up to nuzzle and suck
on her neck while she finished pushing my shorts down.  Her legs straddled
me and leaning back on the desk, she brought them up to scissor behind me
while my erection rubbed against her lower belly.

   Momma's hands framed my face and staring into my eyes to convey her
needs, my mother said pleadingly, "I need your cock, son!  Fuck me now."
She kissed me and our tongues resumed their passionate duel as our bodies
hunched together, skin rubbing skin until Momma reached down with one hand
and guided my long and hard penis to her cunt.

   I bent my knees and then thrust upwards and Momma cried into our kiss,
her body clenching as her already pleasured pussy was filled with
incestuous cock!  Momma's legs tightened against my butt, pulling me to
her, a tremor rippling through her as I slid my throbbing penis into her
hot, welcoming cunt.  We moaned into each other's mouths as the delicious
and sinful sensation of incest swept over us.  The desk creaked with each
thrust I made, apparently bolted to the floor.

   I opened my eyes to see Momma staring back at me, her intense blue eyes
glazed with love and lust as we fucked.  Her body was warm and slick
against mine, the scant air conditioning doing little to mute the heat our
lovemaking was producing.  Momma's breasts rolled and slid against my
sweaty chest, thick, engorged nipples scraping deliciously against my skin,
pulsing with arousal in time with each thrust of my cock deep inside my
mother's womb.

   Momma's pussy, already extremely sensitive due to my fingering, quickly
took Momma to another orgasm and as she enveloped my long, hard shaft in
her molten juices, I could not hang on any longer and yielded to the need
to cum inside my beloved mother.  I stood on tiptoe as I rammed up into her
one last time, pressing the head of my cock into her cervix and flooding
her womb with jets of searing semen." Momma's orgasm expanded with the
sensation of my seed inside her and her body bucked against mine, her heels
drumming against my ass cheeks and her leg muscles bulging with exertion.

   Our kiss finally ended as Momma pulled back her head to take a great
breath of fresh air.  As she started to exhale with a large moan, Tisha was
suddenly there and kissed Momma as one dark skinned hand cupped her meaty
breast, fingers closing to pinch fiercely around a swollen nipple.  Momma's
body convulsed with pleasure, her hips grinding mindlessly against my
crotch, seeking to get me further inside her and heighten her pleasure even
more.  I leaned in and wrapped my mouth around her other nipple, making her
squeal even more against Tisha's lips.

   We remained joined like this for what seemed a sweet eternity before
finally, I began to soften and eased myself from Momma's cunt, cock
semi-erect and dripping with our mingled cum.  I staggered awkwardly back
until I could collapse on the love seat while Momma and Tisha continued to
kiss, tongues sliding back and forth.  The black woman worked her way
around the desk, her hands groping and massaging Momma's huge breasts. 
When they parted, Momma leaned on the desk, her legs trembling with effort
while Tisha looked at Momma with open desire.  My mother looked like a
figure from an erotic painting, her lush figure glistening with fuck sweat,
clothes barely hanging on - her heavy breasts, full stomach and sperm
spattered bush emphasizing her raw and undeniable sexuality.

   Momma smiled at Tisha and then found me, her eyes roaming hungrily over
my mostly naked form and finally settling on the image of my still half
erect penis, sperm and pussy juice coating the head and shaft.  With a
grunt, she pushed herself off the desk and walked slowly towards me and
then fell to her knees before me and threw herself against my crotch, her
face getting smeared by my still wet cock before she took it into her mouth
and began to suck me clean.

   I groaned with pleasure, my hips twisting against the cushion as Momma's
talented tongue rolled over my still very sensitive flesh, lapping up her
pussy juices and clumps of semen like a starving woman.  My hands reached
out and I slid my fingers through her short, dark hair, urging her on,
willing her to not let my cock slip from her talented mouth.

   Behind her, Tisha went to her knees, flipping Momma's loose dress away
to reveal her lush, full hips.  As I watched, Tisha grinned at me and then
with her hands spreading Momma's ass cheeks, she pressed her face into
Momma from behind.  My mother's lips involuntarily contracted around my
cock, her tongue stiffening as the black female guard tongued Momma's pussy
from behind.  Momma recovered and renewed her oral loving of my quivering
penis which was struggling to revive itself in Momma's wet and hungry
mouth.

   The smell of pussy and semen was thick in the air and my cock, again
stiff was pleasured by Momma's lips and tongue.  I thought I would explode
prematurely at one point as Tisha rose up from Momma's pussy, her dark
skinned face frosted heavily with my whitish sperm and Momma's glistening
juices.  Tisha lazily rolled her long tongue over and around her lips to
lap up mine and Momma's cum, before she dived back between my mother's butt
cheeks to lick some more.

   Momma's entire body trembled with carnal pleasure from Tisha's loving
mouth while she showed me what a wonderful cocksucker she was, her tongue
rolling over my swollen cock-head before running the length of my cock,
deep-throating my long penis again and again as she gazed up at me
adoringly.  I heard a loud slapping noise and suddenly Momma was up and
climbing into my lap, shrugging her unbuttoned dress off her shoulders and
leaving her gloriously naked.  My cock, dripping with her saliva, pointed
skyward and Momma expertly aimed her wet and bloomed cunt lips for it and
then slowly impaled herself onto her son's erection.

   I felt weight next to me on the loveseat's cushion and turned to see
Tisha closing in with me, her mouth and chin again frosted with Momma's
pussy creams and my sperm.  My tongue was out and she paused to let me lap
at the frothy mess on her chin before kissing me and sharing the taste of
Momma's and my juices all mixed up.  Weight shifted again as Momma
positioned her feat so she could piston up and down on my cock.  I felt her
sweet breath as she pressed her face to Tisha's and mine, and we all made
adjustments to share tongues and the tastes we were all savoring while
Momma began to bounce up and down on my cock.

   Tisha withdrew, leaving the last frenetic minutes of our incestuous fuck
to Momma and me, the sweat flying off my mother as she rode my cock, her
massive tits flopping and bouncing all around as she rose and fell on my
aching cock again and again.  Momma's face was a portrait of building
sexual desire and gratification, a lusty leer on her face as she moaned and
panted until she was falling over into the precipice of orgasm, at which
point she mashed her lips against mine and our tongues dueled as first she
began to cum and then with a violent thrust upwards, I began to again fill
her motherly womb with my seed.

   My mother collapsed on top of me, driving my still throbbing cock a
fraction deeper into her semen filled pussy and eliciting a pleasure filled
moan from us both.  Our kiss continued - gradually becoming calmer and more
tender until finally our lips parted and we whispered sweet words of love
to each other.  Only when Tisha finally said in a hoarse whisper, "Time's
about up - best pull yourselves together," did Momma reluctantly climb from
my lap, my cock making a wet noise as it left my mother's well fucked cunt.
Momma rolled over to sit naked on the loveseat next to me, her legs
widespread as cum began to slowly ooze from her spread labia.

   Momma gave Tisha a questioning look and the African-American woman
grinned and nodded while Momma began fingering herself, drawing out fingers
coated in our mixed juices and licked them off, occasionally sharing them
with Tisha who would lean over and suck Momma's fingers clean.  By the
time, the other guard returned, Momma and I were dressed and although the
room reeked of sex, the other guard showed no notice as Tisha ordered her
to take Momma back to her cell after allowing my mother and I one last long
kiss.

   Momma's face was etched with the mixed expression of a woman well fucked
and a woman in pain from being separated from loved ones.  My heart ached
as well - I could feel my body already yearning for her presence, her touch
and her love.  Tisha walked me to the visitor's exit - visiting time was
over and the visitor's parking lot was empty.  As we stepped outside, she
handed me a file-folder and said, "Your paperwork for your next conjugal
visit, boy."

   As I took it, she glanced around, making sure we were not near anyone
who could overhear us.  "Expect a call from me to get together in a week or
two.  I might have a line on some good information."

   I smiled and nodded.  I'm looking forward to it, Tisha." I turned to go
and paused.  "Thanks for today.  For Momma and me both, it meant the
world."

   Tisha laughed and said, "You keep thinking I'm doing this for you. 
Truth is, I was horny and I wanted to see a mother and son get it on!" She
licked her lips.  "And I was a might hungry today - had a hankering for
some good motherfucker cum!" She laughed at her own joke, waved and headed
back inside, leaving me to replay the entire erotic afternoon on my long
drive back to the university.

   The next month moved both agonizingly slow and incredibly fast.  Slow
because every moment spent without Momma seemed like an eternity - I ached
for her physically and sexually or just to have her with me, her jolly,
'live life to the fullest attitude' making me laugh and inspiring me.  Fast
because suddenly, time seemed to be very, very short.  The next time Tisha
and I met, she informed me that Momma's parole hearing would be in October,
so if we hoped to get Momma out any time soon, it would have to be then.

   Tisha's presence at that seedy old motel in early September was a
blessing in my time of need and even she seemed anxious to be with me.  No
sooner had she arrived at my room than we were tearing off each other's
clothes, her giving me Momma's words of love between passionate kisses, our
tongues whirling around each other as we became naked.

   I took Tisha standing up against the door the first time, she climbing
up my body and allowing me to impale her pussy with my cock, muscular legs
wrapped around me as I slammed into her again and again, the black woman's
hips thrusting back at me with an urgency she'd not had before, fingernails
clawing at my back as she begged me to cum in her.  It didn't take long - I
had up a full head of steam despite masturbating almost every night since
I'd last been with Momma and Tisha's fiery and tight pussy hungrily sucked
at my cock, taking me deep into her womb and holding me there when my body
stiffened and I began to shoot streamer after streamer of thick jism inside
her sweet cunt.

   In the afterglow of sex, Tisha and I sprawled out on the bed as she
shared her latest finds with me.  Aside from the announced parole hearing
date, she had something else.  Tisha handed me a folder and when I glanced
at the contents, I looked up at her with surprise.  "What's this?  These
aren't of Momma," I said, holding up a picture of a badly beaten young
woman.

   Tisha shook her head grimly and replied, "No, they aint.  My friend in
the Sheriff's office found this.  Seems your daddy really liked smacking
women around.  You got there the names and evidence of three other young
gals your daddy beat up.  Nothing ever came of it - I reckon your
granddaddy got it all hushed up."

   I leafed through the file, pausing to look with horror at the violence
inflicted on these women - appalled that I was related to such sorry sons
of bitches who would do such a thing...or cover it up.  "Do you think these
women would testify or go public?"

   Tisha shrugged and said, "I don't know.  Your granddaddy has a long
reach and scares a lot of folks."

   Sighing, I closed the file and set it aside.  I leaned over and kissed
the African American woman softly.  "It can't hurt.  Thank you for doing
this."

   Tisha smiled and shrugged.  "No big thing, John - it's - how do you
college boys say it, 'quid pro quo.' I do for you and..." she reached out
for my cock, gently stroking my sticky penis with her hand.  "...and you do
for me." She looked up into my eyes and said, "I've developed quite a taste
for you, boy.  Your momma and me get ourselves into quite the state talking
about you and this fine cock."

   My cock quickly hardened under Tisha's ministrations and she rolled onto
her back, spreading her legs wide as she led my cock to her pussy which was
flecked with my semen already.  All the troubling thoughts in my head
evaporated under the sudden lust I felt for this woman - lust that was only
second to that I felt for my mother.

   "I need your cum, boy.  Put that big cock in me and give me a good
fucking like you'll give your momma in a few weeks." I needed no urging and
I hungrily thrust forward, burying my cock in the black woman's pussy.  I
moaned as her inner flesh felt so incredibly hot and wet - molten silk
caressing and massaging my cock as I slowly plunged deep inside her.

   Instantly, our bodies seemed covered in a sheen of perspiration - the
heat of our lust combining with the sultry and humid heat of a late
Mississippi summer.  The smell of aroused cunt mixed with that of sperm and
then with the faint aroma of cinnamon as our bodies began to move in synch,
slick white skin sliding along slick black skin as if meant to be while our
joined crotches rolled back and forth, coming together with the wet
slapping of two bodies.  I leaned in and kissed Tisha, slowly dragging my
tongue over and around hers, trying to simply lose myself in the sweet
sensations of making love to her.

   Tisha seemed very intent - her face a fierce mask of lust and need as
she wrapped her arms and legs around me, tilting her hips to accept more of
me if possible, moaning and sobbing softly, "Give me your spunk, baby -
need it.  Fuck me, John - so good, make Momma cum!"

   It was a long, sweet, intense fuck - neither of us hurrying to end, to
reach climax, just man and woman engaged in the world's most wonderful
activity, cock in cunt, lips kissing, chests heaving together as pleasure
waxed and waned.  I could feel the pressure of my seed building up in my
balls - sensing the immensity of my forthcoming load and I struggled
valiantly against cumming too soon, reveling in the intense pleasure I was
feeling and that I was giving Tisha.

   We seemed to thrive in the rain forest humidity of the room - the
arousing scent of sex enhancing our pleasure, making it grow and grow more
powerful.  The sheets were soaked with the sweat that poured off our bodies
- we tasted the lust of each other with ever kiss and lick.  The carnal
power we shared grew and grew as did the speed of my thrusts until I was
almost driving the breath from the small black woman every time I slammed
my cock into her sodden cunt.

   Orgasm after orgasm ripped through Tisha until she was almost babbling
incoherently - her limbs quivering with effort until finally I thrust deep
as she turned her hips just so and I felt like I was piercing virgin
territory and she wailed as never before as a tremendous orgasm struck, her
thighs tightening around me, her heels digging into my hips, holding me in
a tight, milking grip and with a sob of pleasure, I yielded to my own needs
and began to cum - hosing her womb with fresh semen, cumming so hard, it
almost hurt!  Burst after burst of sperm come forth and for a crazy moment,
I didn't think it would ever let up, but it did as I lay atop her, still
tightly held in her passionate embrace as we both gasped for breath.

   We didn't speak for the longest time, simply kissed each other lovingly
as we looked into each other's eyes, both of us very aware that we had
shared something beyond a friendly fuck.  It wasn't love - at least not as
I recognized it with Momma, but we had gone to a new place - an intimate
place that even friends rarely discover.  In the end, Tisha summed it up
when she said, "Wow, white boy."

   I nodded and replied, "Yeah."

   We kissed again before I slowly withdrew from her, my cock aching
pleasurably as I left her sweet pussy's grasp with a wet, lush pop.  We
cuddled for a while, not speaking, savoring the still sweltering heat that
scarcely allowed the perspiration on our bodies to cool and evaporate.  It
was with reluctance that we finally climbed from the bed and got dressed.
Tisha's brow was troubled as if she wanted to say something and finally
before she left, looking authoritative in her uniform, she came up to me
and put her arms around my neck.

   "John, I ain't met many men...real men, either white nor black.  But
I've been with you and I seen how you are with your momma and how you've
made her life better just being in it and for her and for me, I wanted to
say 'thank you.' You're a good man, John Henderson."

   I smiled back at her and said, "Thanks, I guess.  You make it sound like
goodbye."

   Tisha smiled tightly and nodded.  "Maybe, maybe not.  I think this here
shit storm is about to blow...for good or for bad and I just wanted to say
it.  You've done your momma a world of good and maybe me too."

   I gave her a funny, concerned look.  "What are you trying to say,
Tisha?"

   Tisha shook her head and kept smiling.  "Nothing, boy, but just in
case." She kissed me, long and slow, her tongue doing lazy swirls around
mine and then said, "I'll give your momma your love - be patient.  In two
weeks, you'll have her all to yourself for a whole weekend and you can
motherfuck up a storm!" She kissed me again and was gone - leaving me more
than a bit confused.  She'd had something on her mind, but I just couldn't
figure out what it was.

   #

   I felt like I was in a maze of canyons made up of books.  I was sitting
at the center of the maze before a majestic old wooden desk and across from
a man with the grandest mane of leonine hair I'd ever seen.  It was silver
and matched the long, curling beard that he stroked as he perused the file
I'd assembled along with Tisha.  He'd told me, no, he commanded me to call
him by his initials, "L.M." which stood for a name that was known across
the nation for his legal efforts.  Ally and friend to liberal causes and
hated by many, especially those favoring bed sheets and hoods as
recreational clothing.

   I shifted nervously in my seat as L.M.  read through the file,
occasionally grunting as he rocked in a high backed leather office chair.
He took his time and seemed totally absorbed in the material - nothing else
seemed to exist.  Finally, he closed it and let out a long, weary sigh.  He
turned and looked at me with dark, brown eyes that had intimidated more
than one federal judge.

   "You know, once I served the then honorable Sheriff Andrew Garrett with
a federal court order and he literally...literally mind you, used it to
wipe his ass." He let out another sigh and added, "You have quite a
problem, Mister Henderson."

   "Could we...could we win in court?" I asked him.

   He fixed me with a solemn stare and said slowly.  "I'd like to say that
in twenty-first century Mississippi, yes, but...." He trailed off, still
stroking his beard thoughtfully.  "If we take this to court or to the
press, perhaps a high court might review it and grant a new trial, but it
would likely be tied up for years by your grandfather working in the
background.  We might even convince the governor to offer up a pardon, but
considering our good governor owes his office to the influence of a few men
including your grandfather, I rather doubt we could expect such a miracle."

   "So," I began, my voice cracking a bit, "You won't take my mother's
case?"

   "On the contrary," replied L.M.  "If it must be done, I would be proud
to lead the fight to free your mother and spitting in the face of
Congressman Andrew Garrett is always a pleasurable endeavor.  But, as I
have said, it will likely take considerable time to win Miz Carleen's
freedom - time that would allow Congressman Garrett to perpetuate all sorts
of mischief and mayhem."

   L.M.  paused and fixed me with an earnest expression.  "Garrett would
not be above harming your mother if he senses he might not get his way.  A
trial...possible appeals and all sorts of legal maneuvering could ensue
and..." he tapped the file.  "We can not presume that all or any of this
would be admissible or that we can find or convince potential witnesses to
testify on your mother's behalf."

   We sat in silence for a moment until I finally said, "Is that what we
need to do?"

   The old man smiled and stroked his beard again.  "Perhaps, but I have
another idea.  It will likely help that this is an election year and
there's a 'throw the rascal incumbents out of office' movement stirring. 
It won't be as satisfying and it is still something of a roll of the dice,
but...this is what I would suggest..."

   #

   Soapy water sloshed over me, splattering on my face as Momma cried out,
her body heaving up out of the water as she thrust herself against me, her
moist and steamy pussy tightening around my cock in orgasm.  Her breasts,
huge and slick slid across my chest, swollen nipples dragging against my
wet skin.  Momma's arms pulled me to her and we kissed as her milking cunt
worked me over the edge and with a muffled groan I flooded my mother's womb
with wad after wad of thick semen.

   Water rolled back and forth in the old bathtub as Momma and I rocked in
unison, both of us in the grip of incestuous orgasm.  Weeks of tension
seemed to wash away from both of us as we moved together, shivering at the
sheer delight produced of our lovemaking.  For a moment, perhaps only a
brief moment, both Momma and me were at peace and as our bodies clung
together, almost becoming one, we both savored the intimacy that we both
now lived for.

   I had been waiting anxiously for Momma to be escorted to the Red House
and while I was pacing about, I'd been inspired to run Momma a hot bubble
bath, emerging from the bathroom just as the front door opened and Momma,
followed by Tisha, came inside.  For a long moment, Momma and I simply
stared at each other, me feasting on the sight of the most beautiful woman
in the world, her drab, prison issue khaki dress doing nothing to dim her
womanly and motherly beauty.

   Tisha had smiled at us and understanding that this was a time for Momma
and me to be alone, said brusquely, "Eight o'clock check, Carlie," and
withdrew, locking the door behind her.  Momma and I flew into each others
arms, words not enough, our need to be together - to be one dominating all
other things.  We kissed hard and passionately, hands roaming over our
bodies as our tongues danced with the joy of being reunited.  Our need for
more physical contact directed our hands to unbutton and unsnap and we
slowly, awkwardly undressed, never letting our lips break contact, moaning
with happiness and desire as hands touched naked flesh, caressing large
meaty breasts, hard, throbbing cock and dripping wet pussy.

   As we kissed and touched, we slowly danced our way back to the bathroom,
Momma cooing with pleasure as she eyed the old fashioned tub filled with
hot water and bubbles.  Still kissing, we climbed into the tub and slowly
sat down, Momma's legs slipping around my waist and her crotch slowly
sliding against mine as my erect penis found her fiery pussy and pushed
home in a mutual cry of ecstasy.  Ignoring the mess we made with bath water
splashing all around us, we quickly surrendered to our urgent desires for
each other, mother and son fucking passionately, finding love and peace in
each other as we could no where else.

   In the afterglow of our reunion fuck, Momma pulled me against her, my
head resting on her massive tits, listening to her heart gradually slow
down to normal while her hands stroked my back and shoulders - neither of
us speaking, just happy that we were in each other's arms.

   Finally, I lifted my head, my heart flip-flopping at the sight of
Momma's lovely face, an expression of motherly love on her face as her blue
eyes met mine.  "I love you, Momma."

   Momma took a deep breath and let out a little, shivery sigh.  "I love
you, John.  I swear, I'm always scared you ain't ever coming back to me.  I
think I'd die if you didn't come back to me!" She leaned forward and kissed
me softly.  "I think I'm gonna die until I get you in my arms again..." She
wiggled her pelvis against mine, sending ripples of pleasure through our
still joined bodies.  "And inside me again."

   I thrust my still mostly erect cock forward inside her clasping cunt. 
"I'm here, Momma.  I'm inside you.  I'll keep coming back to you until I
can take you home!" I kissed my mother, my hands slowly cupping and
squeezing her immense breast flesh.  I felt her meet my next slow thrust,
her silky vaginal muscles caressing and kissing my shaft, urging my cock to
become fully erect again.  Momma moaned as she felt me grown inside her. 
"Soon, Momma - I think we can get you out of here and you'll never be apart
from me again."

   Tears pooled in Momma's eyes as her body hunched against mine.  Between
growing sighs of pleasure.  "I keep praying for it, son.  You know I'm
yours but I'm like to die without you.  I never knew I could need
something...someone so bad, honey!"

   My hands slid down to cup Momma's fleshy ass cheeks and I began using
them for leverage as we began to fuck again.  "Believe in me, Momma.  I'm
getting you out of here.  You'll be free and we'll be together forever." I
had to stop speaking, the delicious intensity of feeling my cock move back
and forth inside my mother's pussy was almost too much.  Momma was crying
now - I guess in part from the sweet ecstasy our incestuous lovemaking was
inducing, but also from her need for me and her fear that even now, our
newly discovered life might dissipate like a wonderful, but forever lost
dream.

   Our immediate pressures sated, we both surrendered ourselves to a long,
sensual bout of fucking, my cock, aching and throbbing with unequaled
pleasure, plowing deep into her furnace hot cunt, pussy muscles clinging to
mine as we moved, wet, tangled pubic hairs tugging against each other in
ways that only enhanced our sexual joy.  Once in a while, Momma would
emerge from an ecstatic haze to look at me and whisper, "Forever?"

   I would smile, lean in and kiss her before responding happily with,
"Forever, Momma!" The pleasure built between us until finally even just the
slightest fraction of movement of cock and pussy delivered us to the
precipice of orgasm, our breath coming in ragged gasps.  One last time, I
thrust into my mother, seeking her deepest and most tender places and as we
mutually reached orgasm, we both cried out, "FOREVER!" before I gave Momma
another load of incestuous sperm while her cunt bathed my long, thick penis
in her molten, motherly juices.

   Later that night, long after the prisoner check, we cuddled in bed,
bodies slightly cooling in the still humid air after another bout of
lovemaking.  I was on my back and Momma was snuggled up into me, one
shapely leg thrown possessively across my thighs, her head resting on my
chest with one hand wrapped loosely around my semi-erect cock, cleaned
minutes before of my sperm and her creams by her loving mouth.  I had just
told Momma of the suggestion L.M.  had offered.

   "You think it'll work, John?" Momma whispered, the fear evident in her
voice.

   "I think so," I replied.  "I agree with L.M.  It's our best chance."

   Momma said, "I'm scared that you be taking a mighty big chance, son. 
Your granddaddy's a crazy old bastard." Her hand tightened slowly and
protectively around my not quite flaccid flesh.  "I'd up and die if
something happened to you 'cause of me."

   "Nothings going to happen to me, Momma, except in the end you get to go
home with me." I screwed up my courage and said with more emphasis.  "I'm
sure of it!" Something I had been considering suddenly seemed imperative to
do.  Gingerly and with some reluctance, I slipped free of Momma's embrace
and padded naked to the living room area and began digging through the
backpack I carried my personal stuff in.

   Momma looked over at me curiously, sitting up on the side of the bed as
I returned carrying a small box in one hand.  I stopped before her, my head
roaring as blood began rushing through my veins in excitement.  Momma
looked at it curiously and then quickly brought one hand to her mouth as
she realized what it was.  "John...son, what in hell do y'all think your
doing?"

   I slowly knelt at her feet, opening the box to reveal a diamond ring
inside.  In a shaky voice I replied, "It belonged to Mom...Donna - it was
her engagement ring.  She left it to me to give to the right woman when I
met her.  Well, I've met her." I looked up at my mother and took a deep
breath.  "Momma, I love you.  Momma, will you please mar..."

   Momma cut me off as she pressed fingers to my mouth.  In a voice that
was both happy and full of pain, Momma said, "No - don't ask me, son - not
here, please not here." I must have looked crushed because Momma swiftly
moved to her knees facing me and kissing me.  When she drew back, she said,
"Son, you know my answer already - there aint no denying what we are to
each other and you know I'm gonna say yes!" She shook her head and
continued, "But not in this shithole.  Ask me when you get me free.  When
you take me home, stop someplace pretty and green and ask me." Momma
reached out and closed the box and took it from my hand and set it on the
table beside the bed.

   Momma placed her hands on both sides of my face and slowly drew me to
her.  "I love you, son," my mother said, tears running down her face.  "You
done and made an old woman happier than she ever known was possible." She
kissed me and then climbed into my lap, hugging me tight as we continued to
kiss.  I put away any disappointment I felt and kissed her back hard,
relishing the feel of her luscious body against mine.  I wanted to see
Momma happy.  I wanted her to wear my ring.  I wanted her at home with me
where she belonged.  I thought of L.M.'s suggestion and knew I had to do it
as soon as possible.  Everyday without Momma by my side was a day lost and
I wanted no more lost days!

   #

   I stood looking up at the old marble and stone courthouse in the square
of the small city.  It looked worn and outdated, much like the town itself.
Now in early October, the heat continued to bake Southern Mississippi,
doing nothing to improve it.  I turned and looked all around at the
hometown of my father and like him, it did nothing to impress me.  I
shifted the thick file I was holding from one hand to the other.

   Across the street from the courthouse, a row of old buildings were
shoved up next to each other.  A small bakery, a five and dime with
dilapidated mechanical horses that offered a ride for a quarter, and next
to it, a storefront with a big window with "RE-ELECT GARRETT - KEEP THE
SHERIFF IN CONGRESS" painted in red, white and blue.  In smaller, gold-leaf
letters, it proclaimed this as the local office of the honorable Andrew
Garrett of the U.S.  House of Representatives.  It was time or as L.M.  had
put it, "Time to roll for all the marbles." Taking a deep breath, I crossed
the street and walked inside my grandfather's office.

   Inside, I found a few people busily phoning supporters or putting
together campaign materials.  With only a month to go before election,
there was no time to waste and with the 'toss the incumbents out' mentality
this year, there was a sense of urgency.  I ignored the campaign workers
and approached a large mahogany desk where a lovely young woman with long,
honey-blonde hair appeared to be manning the entire operation.  She
considered me with the air of someone who was trying to place somebody they
thought seemed familiar.  "Can I help you?"

   Trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice, I replied, "I'd like to
see Congressman Garrett."

   Smiling smugly, she responded with, "Do you have an appointment?"

   "Ah, no."

   The pretty girl gave me a sympathetic smile and said, "I'm sorry then.
The Congressman is a very busy man and you'll need to make an appointment."


   With a dismissive air, she turned from me to reach for the phone.  She
paused when I said, "Oh, I think he'll see me.  Tell him his grandson,
John, wants to see him."

   She turned and looked at me in surprise.  "Grandson?  Congressman
Garrett doesn't have a grandson." I could see her brain working in
overdrive behind her sparkling green eyes.  She was running over the
biography of granddaddy - the same one I'd learned in recent days.  Andrew
Garrett - age sixty-eight.  Remarried at age fifty-seven, following the
death of his first wife, Edith who passed away from cancer five years
following the untimely death of his son, Lee Dean.  With his new wife, he
had two children, ages nine and six.  I actually had an uncle and a niece.

   "Sure he does," I replied.  "John - son of Lee Dean.  I go by Henderson
rather than Garrett.  I'd rather burn in hell than use that name.  Go tell
him I'm here."

   The receptionist was now nonplussed and scooted away from her desk as if
scared I might do something crazy and muttered, "Please wait right here."
She got up and hurried out of the room, going deeper into the building.

   I waited, using the time to study my surroundings.  Lots of photographs
adorned the walls - all connected with Andrew Garrett.  Pictures of my
grandfather in his sheriff days, a big, robust man, pictures of him as
Congressman or on the campaign trail, pictures of him and other
politicians, even him with a couple of presidents.  My eyes finally came to
rest on a picture of him with my father and my grandmother.

   I'd ran across a few pictures of Lee Dean while doing research, but they
were grainy and blurry.  Here I could clearly see that Momma was right.  I
did look like him, although where he was already running to fat at my age,
I was just a bit stocky.  The one thing we seemed to have different was the
eyes - mine were blue like Momma's and his were a dark, menacing black. 
What gave me pause was my grandmother whose picture I'd not seen before. 
My father and I took after her - same nose and chin and the same
sandy-blonde hair.  She was a pretty woman, but her smile in the family
photograph was forced, almost pained.  For the first time, I considered
what her life was like.  I shook my head and wondered what other pain my
forefathers had caused.

   "The Congressman will see you now." The blonde receptionist had
returned, standing a safe distance away.  She gestured towards the door
she'd retreated through earlier.  I followed her down a long narrow hall
until she stopped in front of a door and pointed.  She gave me a strange
stare as I brushed by her and then I forgot about her as I met my
grandfather for the first time.

   Andrew Garrett appeared to have aged considerably from the pictures on
the wall.  Maybe he had been hale and heart most of his life, but now
mortality seemed to be catching up with him with a vengeance.  His hair was
thin and gray, he was a big man who'd shrunk considerably and now seemed to
almost swim under a finely pressed shirt, tie hanging haphazardly around
his neck.  His face was lined with sun drawn wrinkles.  He stared at me
with my father's eyes for a long minute.

   Finally, he gave a long drawn out sigh and said, "So you're the whore's
brat, huh?"

   "Nice to meet you too, Grandpa."

   He nearly spit at me as he sat forward in his chair behind a massive
desk and said, "You aint family, boy.  You're the filth that ran down your
whorin' momma's leg."

   I felt my face redden and my anger build as I responded, "Take a good
look at me old man.  I'm not proud of it, but Lee Dean's my father."

   He started to spit another retort, but his eyes studied my face and then
dampened, acknowledging wordlessly that I spoke the truth.  He reached into
a pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief and hawked into it.  Finally,
he looked at me again and said, "What the hell you want, boy?"

   "I want my mother's parole to go through this month."

   He let out a raspy laugh and slapped the table.  "Like hell.  Only way
your momma leaves prison is in a pine box to be dumped in the pauper's
graveyard."

   "You've took nearly twenty years away from my momma - years she never
deserved to lose.  You'll let her go or I'll ruin you." I tossed the file
I'd been carrying onto the desk.

   Garrett eyed the file like I'd flung shit all over his desk.  Gingerly,
he opened the file up and began leafing through, his face darkening as he
looked at its contents.  He paused over some of the more graphic
photographs and while I looked for a glimmer of shame or humanity in his
eyes, I never saw either surface.  Finally, he closed the file and said,
"You ain't gonna get a retrial and if you do, I guarantee it will take
years and she'll still be guilty.  Sides, most of this shit ain't
admissible."

   I nodded and said, "I never said anything about a retrial.  I said I'd
destroy you.  You're running for re-election and if your party wins big,
you get to be a big shot chairman of some dumb shit committee.  I give this
to the media and they read all about the famous 'law and order'
sheriff-congressman and how he hid his asshole son's brutalizing women and
your name is mud...here and in Washington.  That's before they begin
scrutinizing your malfeasance in office...then and now."

   My grandfather licked his lips and then responded.  "Boy, you don't know
how things work here.  I run things here."

   "No, you intimidate folks and blackmail them and whatever 'cause that's
how it's always been done, but it's the twenty-first century - the
information age.  You can control all the law officers you want and the
local courts and parole boards and such, but this if information goes out
to the media and the internet, you are truly fucked...at best you wind up
an ex-sheriff and ex-congressman with no power and a whole lot of enemies
looking for payback." I was speaking in harsh, brutal clips, scarcely able
to breathe.

   We had a staring contest for over a minute before he leaned back in his
chair and said, "Maybe I just erase you and your whore momma from the
equation altogether."

   I grinned and said, "You could do that, but then copies of this file go
out.  To the television stations here in Mississippi and in Washington, to
the Washington Post and L.M.  steps in and files all sorts of suits to play
hell with you."

   His eyes widened at the mention of the law professor's name.  "You be
bluffing - he ain't gonna be involved."

   "Yeah, he said you wouldn't believe me.  He said to tell you he expects
to have another federal court order or two for you to wipe your ass on
again.  He said to tell you these aren't the old days anymore."

   His face paled a bit and then he said, "You're still bluffing.  This
ain't some goddamn movie."

   I leaned in, resting my hands on his desk and said, "It's exactly like a
goddamn movie.  You get my mother paroled before the end of the month or I
will bring you down.  If you fuck with me, Grandpa, you better stock up on
Vaseline because your enemies will be lining up to fuck you up the ass."

   Again, there was a long silence and I suspected he was preparing to tell
me to go fuck myself, but finally he said in a much quieter voice than
before, "That whore murdered your father, boy - don't that matter?"

   I didn't spare a second in replying, "She put down a fucking rabid dog.
I'm ashamed that I come from his blood and yours.  You got your pound of
flesh for Momma doing what you should have done long ago.  She paid half
her life for doing the right thing.  It's done.  Let her go."

   His face went pale, then red as I spoke.  Slowly, it paled again as he
fumbled on the desk for a pack of cigarettes and matches.  Lighting up, he
sucked in a lungful of what I hoped was cancerous smoke and then as he
exhaled, said, "What exactly do you want?"

   I smiled and said, "Two weeks from now, she has her parole hearing and
you make sure her parole is granted.  You leave her be.  You leave us both
be.  No reprisals against her, me or anyone you think helped us.  Anything
happens to her or me and your world ends.  After she's free, we don't know
you and you don't know us.  We're finished.  Oh, and just so you know,
you're not getting my vote."

   Smoke curled up around his head, enveloping the old man's face.  I
barely was able to see him nod his head and then say, "Get out, boy." He
slowly spun his chair around to face the wall.  He didn't say another word
and I walked away.  I never saw that sorry son of a bitch again.

   #

   On October Twenty-first, Momma sat before the parole board.  I sat in
the audience with a few other family members of prisoners, a reporter who
was dozing and Tisha.  They asked Momma some silly-assed questions about
being rehabilitated and listened to Corrections Officer Latisha Wilkins
report about Momma's good conduct and that she had family support ready and
waiting upon release.  The five person board shuffled some papers around
and then the chairperson, a heavy-set middle aged woman said, "Thank you,
Miz Howard.  The Board's recommendation will be released in a couple of
weeks."

   A gray haired gentleman in a rumpled seersucker suit reached out and
placed his hand on the woman's wrist and said, "Madame Chairperson, I think
the Board is ready to vote now." He gave her a knowing look and she slowly
nodded and he added, "Madam Chairperson, I call for a vote to parole
Carleen Howard."

   Five minutes later, Momma was granted parole - her freedom to come
within two days as papers were filed and processed.  Momma and I were
allowed to hug for a moment, both of us crying and even Tisha looked a bit
misty-eyed.

   The next two days were the longest I'd spent since I'd first come to see
my mother.  My imagination was filled with all sorts of worst case
scenarios that my grandfather might inflict upon us, but on October
Twenty-fourth, I sat in the parking lot in front of the women's prison, my
eyes drawn again and again to the Red Houses beyond the fence line,
thinking of what those old, tumbledown shacks had meant to us.

   I could see activity around the Red Houses, prisoners being led to them
by female guards.  I couldn't make out faces, but one women prisoner had
long, stringy blonde hair.  Before she reached her destination, she turned
and looked my way through the metal fence and razor wire and waved.  Maybe
it was Ettie, maybe not.  I never was sure.  I never saw her again.  I wish
her and her little boy well, though.

   A klaxon rang out and the front gates of the prison swung open.  Tisha
stepped out, one arm hooked through Momma's arm.  Gone was the old khaki
prison dress.  Instead Momma was wearing the pretty summer dress I'd
brought her the first time we'd spent the weekend at the Red House, the
elastic top tugged down to leave her shoulders bare and much of the upper
swell of her breasts visible - her tit flesh bouncing along as free and
unrestrained as Momma now was.  Momma broke into a run as soon as she saw
me, a little awkward and unbalanced on the short high heels I'd sent along
with the dress earlier that morning.  White, unblemished thighs flashed
dangerously high as we ran to each other.

   My mother fairly leapt into my arms and I crushed her in an embrace like
I never wanted to let her go.  I lifted her up and spun her around before
lowering her so I could kiss her face.  She looked beautiful through tear
blurred eyes - both of us crying and both of us saying how much we loved
each other between wet, passionate kisses.

   Finally, we both remembered that Tisha was standing there, watching us,
tear tracks evident on her face.  I reached out and pulled her to us,
saying, "Thank you so much, Tisha - I owe you everything for getting Momma
free." I kissed her cheek and then I kissed her on the mouth.  For a brief
moment I caught her cinnamon scent.

   Momma moved in on her and they shared a long embrace and a passionate
kiss before they reluctantly let each other go and Momma moved back into my
arms.  "I - thanks, Tisha," Momma gushed.  "I reckon I owe you my freedom
as much as I do John."

   Tisha wiped her cheek clear of moisture and looked at us both, a funny
smile on her face.  For the first time, I realized she looked a little wan
- tired, as if she didn't feel well.  I hadn't seen her since I'd last
visited Momma in the Red House.  We'd talked a time or two on the phone,
but she'd passed on my more than subtle hints to get together.  "Are you
okay, Tisha?"

   The black woman nodded and said, "I'm fine, boy." She dropped her gaze
for a moment and then lifted her head and said bluntly, "Y'all don't owe me
a thing.  This is the prison and nothing gets done for free.  I did for you
and you did for me." That funny smile returned and she said, "You did for
me more than you might ever know."

   Tisha came up to us both and hugged us together.  "Go on now, boy.  This
girl is free, get her the hell out of here." She smiled at us one more time
and said, "Y'all take care now, hear?" and turned and walked away, the
klaxon blaring again as the gates opened up and swallowed her.  She never
looked back.

   Momma turned to me and suddenly the enormity of what had happened hit
her.  She looked around, realizing that for the first time in almost twenty
years, she was outside the walls of the prison...that she was free.  Momma
began to shiver as if freezing and clung to me as if the wide open spaces
were closing in.  She looked at me with both love and fear in her eyes and
whispered, "Get me the hell away from here, son!"

   We climbed into my car - a not too new small sedan.  I showed her how to
work the seat belt and then I was in and we took off.  Neither of us looked
back at the prison.  For a few minutes, Momma just watched Mississippi go
by, marveling at the stark difference that everything was in regards to
where she's lived for the last two decades.  Newly harvested fields,
shotgun shacks, irrigation canals, children both black and white playing in
the hard scrabble yards - all of it Momma just soaked in.

   After several minutes of silence, Momma reached out and took my hand,
squeezing it.  When I looked over at my mother, she was crying, tears
pouring from her eyes.  "Momma, are you okay?" I asked.

   She nodded and then shook her head.  "I don't rightly believe this is
happening," she said in a halting voice.  "I keep thinking I'll wake up and
it'll 'bout kill me to know I was dreaming."

   I pulled her hand to my lips and kissed it gently.  "It's no dream,
Momma.  You're here with me now...now and forever.  We can go wherever you
want and do whatever you want!"

   Momma's face glowed with love as she in turn pulled my hand to her lips
and kissed it over and over.  "I just want to be with you, son, the rest of
my life."

   We drove on, not talking, hands still joined and occasionally giving
each other a look that was more than enough to convey our love for each
other.  We passed through a small town with a fast food chicken place.  I
went through the drive-thru and picked us up a picnic bucket and drinks. 
Another ten miles down the road saw us approaching a small Civil War
Battlefield park, full of trees and a small row of cannons.  We pulled in
and I retrieved a blanket from the trunk and we carried our food over into
the trees where I spread the blanket under a tall oak.

   Late October in Mississippi, things are still pretty green and it was a
pleasant day - the summer heat long gone.  We ate our lunch mostly in
silence, pausing to give each other silly, greasy kisses.  Once we were
done, we took a walk through the trees, Momma looking radiant in the early
afternoon sun, looking erotic as the bright light of the sun made her dress
seem almost transparent - making it even more obvious that she was not
wearing a bra and maybe not panties.  We still didn't say much beyond
little "I love you" and other endearments.

   Finally, we returned to our picnic spot.  Momma squatted down to take up
the blanket, but I knelt next to her and said, "Wait a minute, Momma."

   My mother looked at me expectantly and said, "Something wrong, John?"

   I shook my head and said, "No, but we have some unfinished business. 
From my pocket, I pulled out the small ring box she'd closed when we'd last
been together.  I opened it up and held up the small diamond ring.  I took
Momma's hand in mine and said, "I've waited like you've asked, but now it
is the right time.  Momma...Carleen Howard, I love you with all my heart.
Will you please marry me?"

   Fresh tears rolled down Momma's face and she looked at me and said, "You
sure you want an old prison slut like me?" I nodded, a big grin on my face.
Momma bit her lower lip for a second and then said, "Son, yes...God yes. 
I'm right proud you're my son and I'll be proud to be your wife!"

   I slid the ring onto her left hand and we kissed, kneeling there on the
blanket, tongues joining in loving greeting as we hugged each other
tightly. When we ended the long, passionate kiss, Momma had her evil, sexy
grin back and she said, "You think Donna would approve?"

   I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "I think so.  Mom was all about
being happy and always said love and family is what's important and in your
arms, I have both in more ways than I ever dreamed possible."

   "I love you, son," Momma whispered, pushing me onto my back, her hands
working at my belt.  "I love my boy and I'll be proud to have a
motherfucker for a husband!" Before I knew it, Momma had my pants down
around my ankles and my cock was proud and erect in her hands.  My mother
moved up to straddle me, raising the hem of her short dress and confirming
what I was already suspecting - that she wasn't wearing any panties, her
thick, black bush glistened with arousal.

   With a moan, Momma guided my erect penis between her already swollen
labia, slick with her juices and slowly sank down on my cock!  Momma took
all of me inside her in one sweetly drawn out movement, raising her hands
to the sky and stretching out on me like a big jungle cat, her fingers
flexing like claws as quivers of pleasure took her over.  She looked down
at me and as she began to ride me, moaned, "Now, I know I'm free.  I'm
fucking my son, my lover, my husband and I'll know I'm free every time I
got this good hard cock inside me!"

   Momma let out a squeal of carnal delight while I reached up and tugged
the neckline of her dress down, fully revealing her massive tits, nipples
already thick with excitement, swollen and almost throbbing with her
desires.  My fingers played over her breasts, pinching hard nipples and
squeezing her soft, pillow-like flesh.

   A gentle breeze blew over us, making us shiver as it briefly cooled our
suddenly sweaty bodies, adding to the sweet, incestuous pleasure building
in us as Momma slid her clasping pussy up and down my cock, her thick labia
trying to cling to my shaft as she rose up and then swallowing all of me as
she let her slick, molten cunt slide down my long, thick pole.

   I felt an orgasm wash over Momma, making her nipples swell even more as
she completely impaled herself on my cock, grinding her pelvis against mine
as I felt her juices soak our co-joined crotches.  I pulled her face down
to mine, our lips parting so we could kiss again, her tongue tasting fresh
and delicious against my tongue as they curled and roiled around each
other. Momma kissed me hard, her body quivering as she shook from the
intensity of her climax, ending it with a gasp of "I'm free - fucking my
loving boy.  I'm free!"

   I let my hands slip to cup Momma's ass and I began to work her back and
forth on my cock, allowing her waning orgasm to blossom anew as I buried my
face against her mammoth breasts, biting one and then the other nipple as
she clung to me and sobbed her orgasm, her cries deepening every time she
dropped and again took all of me deep into her tightening womb.  Momma's
cries of passion were echoed back in the glad responses of songbirds in the
trees, eventually fading as her second orgasm began to ebb.

   Momma wiggled contentedly with my throbbing penis deep inside her and I
let myself go, thrusting my hips up with so much effort, her breasts
bounced wildly in appreciation as I flooded her cunt with shot after shot
of semen, the fiery seed triggering another orgasm in my mother.  I held
her tight as she convulsed in my lap, her pussy milking my sperm from my
balls, just reveling in holding Momma in my arms with no one to tell me or
her that we had to stop.

   #

   With Momma free, there seemed to be no end to what we might do.  Sure
there was some rough days as Momma struggled to adapt to a new life, one
that no longer included prison walls and a rigid, rarely changing schedule.
At the end of each bump we hit, Momma found comfort in my arms and I found
new levels of intimacy I never knew could be shared with another human
being.  Day by day, Momma braved her new world and we celebrated triumph,
big or small.  Whether it was learning to drive and getting a new license
or simply venturing from the house to grocery shop, we embraced every step
of Momma's return to the world.

   At my Thanksgiving break, we drove over to New Orleans and had ourselves
an honest to god Honeymoon after having a backwater justice of the peace
marry us.  I promised Momma we'd return to see the sights another time
because we only emerged from our hotel room to get something to eat when we
tired of room service.  We wear matching gold bands, simple, plain rings
that represent the pureness of our love for each other.

   Despite our happiness, we did have a shadow following us - the ever
present possibility of my grandfather somehow finding a way to strike back
at us.  We discussed leaving Mississippi and seized on the opportunity to
do so when the chance was given to me to transfer to a California school
and continue my graduate studies on Falkner and his 'Hollywood' years. 
Momma was quite happy to leave Mississippi behind - the truth being that
Tisha Wilkins was the only thing we'd regret leaving behind.  Tisha
resisted most contact and other than a few phone conversations, we never
caught up to her before we left.

   Momma and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary in California
making love in our apartment near UCLA.  We had other reasons to celebrate
as well.  One morning in early November as we prepared to go to school (me
to my graduate studies and Momma to some remedial preparatory college
classes), the news came over the news cable station that Congressman Andrew
Garrett had died.  Officially attributed as a massive heart attack, reports
soon surfaced that he'd done himself in and that it had been officially
hushed up.

   And shortly after Granddaddy's death, we received word from Tisha after
several months of silence...a letter and a photograph.  The photo was of
Tisha and an infant perhaps six months old.  The baby had dark skin, sandy
brown hair and blue eyes.  The back of the picture was labeled, "Tisha and
Katherine." The letter was short and to the point.

   "I RECKON THE PICTURE TELLS MOST OF THIS.  I ALWAYS TOLD YOU THAT IN
PRISON, NOTHING COMES FOR FREE.  I DID FOR YOU AND CARLIE AND YOU ARE FREE
TO LIVE YOUR LIVES.  IN EXCHANGE YOU DID FOR ME TOO, ALTHOUGH I RECKON IT
AINT EXACTLY WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GIVING.  I WANTED A BABY FROM A GOOD
MAN AND JOHN THAT WAS YOU.  CARLIE'S LUCKY SHE'S GOT YOU FOR A SON AND A
HUSBAND.  LITTLE KATHERINE'S LUCKY SHE'S GOT YOU FOR A DADDY AND I'LL MAKE
THE INTRODUCTIONS REAL SOON.  IN SOME WAYS, SHE'S THE DAUGHTER OF ALL THREE
OF US AND NOONE CAN DENY THAT SHE IS DEFINETELY A CHILD OF LOVE.

   LOVE,



   TISHA

   P.S.  JOHN, I LET YOUR GRANDDADDY KNOW HE HAD A FINE HALF-BLACK/HALF
WHITE GREAT GRANDDAUGHTER A WEEK BEFORE HE DIED.  I THOUGHT HE'D WANT TO
KNOW.

   And that's where we are now - working on schooling and waiting anxiously
to meet my daughter...Momma's granddaughter.  Sometimes at night after
we've made love, Momma and I will talk about the future.  Some of my
professors are already guiding me towards staying here once I've gained my
doctorate.  Momma and I talk about buying a house or maybe even building
our own.  We're not sure except that we agree on the color.  We both think
there is only one answer - the color we associate most with our incestuous
love.  We will live in a red house.

   The End
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