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 4.  Date with mom, interrupted

   KATE

   Kate looked around, but when she made sure that the room was empty she
turned back to her computer.

   A thought enter her mind, all of a sudden...

   ...  that everything is possible.  Everything she wishes.  As though...

   She shook her head.

   ...  as though she was entering another life, one of unrestrained and
unending erotic pleasure and bliss.

   There was another world, after all, a hidden world of forbidden
pleasures, and the very existence of the underground seemed to prove it.

   She let her imagination fly.

   A wealthy, but frustrated mother left her absent husband to live in the
forbidden community.  The community was, of course, obscenely rich and
decadent.  And of course our mom was sexy as hell, but tired of random guys
she had only one thing on her mind - to bed her son.  As soon as they
arrived they witnessed that the community is governed by strict laws whose
breaking results in a nude and public punishment.  But this only turned her
on.  The community was safe from law, but a place of erotic peril.  So our
mom began to tempt and flirt with her teenage son, but her flirting was cut
short when a crazy bitch living next door captured her, stripped her
butt-naked and tied her up, only to send the pictures of her predicament to
the sonny, who had to present himself naked on her doorstep if he were to
see his mom in person.  The captor began to ravish him, but then a random
call from the community leaders promted her to pause her ordeal, which gave
the couple time to free themselves and come back - naked - to their home,
where they didn't waste any time but ended in bed.

   The words flew, as if a dam was broken.  Eventually Kate sent the draft
to Mary.  She responded almost immediately.

   "Wow, what was quick!  I think we can look forward to a long and mutual
cooperation.  Let me tell you of another benefit, that I left for the last:
the society you were to describe actually exists.  We support people with
different erotic tastes and forbidden love between mother and son - I don't
like to use the derogatory word 'incest' - is one of them.  Should we
accept your writing we'd like to invite you to join us; in our community,
you'll be able to live out your wishes without any legal or health risks.

   The best,

   Mary Bradford"

   Kate read the words again and again, and as she did, she felt as though
another dam is opening.

   She could actually...

   She could actually make love to Jim.

   Excitement was now like an electric current, passing through her in
waves.

   And then she rememebered the link she was sent.

   "Taboo peril."

   She realized she needs some relaxation.

   The webpage, hosted on an onion site, was suggestive - it featured a
picture of a sexy, middle-aged woman and a teenage boy, both of them in
their underwear, bound back-to-back to a wooden post.

   She made it to the list of the issues and downloaded the current one in
PDF.

   The cover featured a middle-aged woman with an immaculate figure.  She
had, dark, curly hair, and was chained - completely naked - to a pipe in
what appeared to be dark, damp basement.

   "Mom's not coming home - she's a little bit tied up", said the blurb on
the cover, and below:

   "That crazy bitch next door.", "Session for my son - this time a graphic
artist", "Dangerous trip to Africa."

   Kate was intrigued by the "Session for my son", so she jumped straight
to it.

   "Olivia Bradley, 43, works as an illustrator for children's books. 
However, as soon as her boy ceased to be a child (he turned sixteen) and
she found him browsing websites related to bondage and mother-son incest,
she realized she doesn't need another man but him.  But what about health
and legal problems associated with such a liaison?  And how to make the boy
look at her as a woman, not just his mom?

   This is where we come to help!  We extended our assistance to Mrs. 
Bradley, and came forth with 'Session for my son', a.k.a.  'Staged
abduction' service."

   The picture was showing a stunning, short-haired haired brunette in her
late thirties.  She had a nice smile.

   "We explained to Mrs.  Bradley how this is going to play out.  To incite
lust in her son she should start with building erotic tension; dressing
sexily and flirting with him very gently, so as to not scare him away.  We
added our own erotic tension by enlisting the help of the one and only
Marisa Andrews".

   The next picture was of Marisa, wearing leather outfit and wielding a
whip.  She was also a brunette, but wore her hair in a bob, which gave her
an image of a femme fatale.

   "This time Marisa posed as a crazy, borderline criminal, occult bitch
who harrassed Olivia.  We arranged chance meetings where she'd bump into
Olivia and threaten her with bondage, nudity and torture.  Finally, the day
came..."

   Next picture was showing Olivia standing, nervously, before her suburban
home.

   "...  of the appointed kidnapping.  She left her house, telling her
beloved Tim she's going to visit a friend, when..."

   Another picture.  Olivia being handgagged and pulled into a car.

   "...  she fell in the hands of the evil Marisa!"

   The next picture was showing Olivia being propelled through a house
laden with occult paraphernalia by the whip-wielding Marisa.

   "From then on, as is our custom, we called Tim, told him to check his
email and not alert the authorities, and were sending him the pictures as
they were being shot."

   Another shot - Olivia being held by Marisa's goons, her expression one
of wonderful helplessness, while Marisa was cutting her t-shirt, exposing
her black bra.

   "Olivia put a lot of her passion into posing.  Now poor Tim sees his
beloved mom being stripped..."

   Next picture.  Bra is all that's left of her top.  Her breasts are
wonderfully prominent.

   "...  and more ..."

   Next, she's in her bra and panties, striking beautiful
damsel-in-distress poses and expressions.

   "...  and more ..."

   Another shot, a bra strap is cut.

   "...  and soon will be naked."

   Next shot, Olivia is completely naked and roped to some kind of totem,
hands over head, while Marisa menaces her with a knife.  Her body is
nothing short of stunning.

   "Now Tim can see his beloved mom in all of her glory, but will she make
it out of Marisa's clutches alive?"

   Another shot, this time Marisa presses the knife to the captive woman's
breast.

   "It was then that Tim was sent the private correspondence between his
mom and one of our members, where she confessed to the desire of making
love to her dearest son.  Tim was then ordered to strip and send his naked
picture to us (actually, it was Olivia's idea), or else we'd cut his mom to
pieces.  If he complied, she'd be returned."

   Another shot.  This time Olivia is lying bound hand and foot in a trunk
of a car.

   "Tim is notified that his beloved mommy is on the way back home."

   Another shot, Olivia is once again before her house, this time bound and
led by Marisa.

   "Olivia almost climaxed when she saw the nude photo of her son.  We had
to cover it up when sending subsequent shots."

   Last shot, Olivia lying naked and bound hand and foot on the porch, the
bindings arranged so that they conceal her nipples.

   "And here we left Olivia at her doorstep and rang the bell. 
Unfortunately, we couldn't capture Tim's expression when he saw the
package, because by the time he opened we were already gone."

   Next picture, Olivia and a teenage boy, presumably Tim, fully clothed
and embraced.

   "As was expected, the session helped the two overcome their mental
barriers.  They reported they enjoy each other every night - and sometimes
also during the day!"

   Kate was flush with excitement.  It couldn't be true.  Not in this day
and age.  Not in the times of complete surveillance.  And yet...

   She quickly browsed another story - this one was about trip to Africa. A
middle-aged adventuring woman and her son got stripped and bound by a
female shaman.  This story concluded with a lovemaking that was actually
shown, and the authors informed that the models are really mother and son
and a couple in real life.

   Then a wicked thought came upon Kate - to send Jim the PDF file.  She'd
do it anonymously, via Protonmail...

   She realized that it's already late evening, and Jim is not yet back
from the party.  Perhaps she should call him?

   Then she heard the doors downstairs click.  She peered through the door,
suddenly remembering that she didn't yet dress.

   She recognized Jim in the dim light of the early evening, but he seemed
to be scurrying through the corridor, as if in shame.  And was he... 
naked?

   Kate only caught a glimpse of him and smiled.  After all, who knows what
happens on teen parties those days.  Her mind went through some racy
scenarios, which turned her on even more.

   Yes, she started to think of Jim as a sexual object.  She couldn't deny
it anymore.

   She laid down on her bed and started to masturbate.

   JIM

   After reaching his bedroom Jim didn't even bother to dress.  He was
naked, he was tired, his body still pained from the beating - but at the
same time he was excited, for he became aware of the power that now came
into his possession.

   The Words held power over reality.  And now he wielded the power of
Words.  How and when did it happen?  It didn't matter.  All the fantasy
scenarios he had in mind could now become true.

   Nothing was impossible anymore.  He thought of Anne, whom he tasted
today, then of Sharon, but she wasn't really his type.  Who was?

   Kate.  His mother.

   The light in her room was on.  She was probably there, penning some
boring, yet sophisticated novel, ignorant of what happened, ignorant of the
fact that her son has crossed a barrier of no return.

   He turned on his computer.  Checking email was the last thing he should
have in his mind after being shot at, forced to strip at gunpoint, beaten
and then made love to, but he did it anyway.  When he saw a message from an
anonymous sender in his mailbox his hair stood on their end.

   Who was it?  Hackers?  Lucia Castillo?

   It could have contained harmful stuff.  Something that would infect his
computer or get him arrested.  But...

   The title.

   "Naked and bound moms."

   He could not help but succumb to temptation.

   The mail contained single PDF file, titled
"Taboo_peril_issue_31_07_2016.pdf".  His hands trembling, he downloaded and
opened it.

   The content didn't turn him down.  The issue contained mostly
photo-stories of incestuous couples and mothers as naked and tied up
damsels in distress.  It wasn't cheap porn you could get on the web - it
was tasteful and yet outrageous.  It was a stuff of erotic dreams.

   Jim helplessly cummed while masturbating to the pictures.  He turned the
computer off and laid down in his bed.  But even though he was only
recently through climax, he still felt restless.  The erotic stimulation
still coursed through his body, and the emission of semen did little to
lower it, as if it was independent of biology.

   He couldn't help but keep thinking of one of the scenarios, where an
attractive, middle-aged journalist was investigating a ring of the
producers of bondage erotica (presumably: the producers of Taboo Peril) who
got caught and stripped, and her pictures sent to her teenage son.  The
twist was that she was caught when she was out shopping, and her son went
through worry and panic to excitement when he saw what really happened.

   Jim could not help but think of his own mother suffering the same fate.
After all, they were still threatened by Lucia and her daughters.  She
could go out shopping - and vanish, only to be found naked and chained...

   A maelstrom of images passed through his head.  In some of them, he and
Kate were lovers; in the others, they fell into clutches of evil men and
women, only to be stripped, tied up, tortured; in others yet Kate would end
up naked and bound in the hands of a vilianess, and Jim would rescue her.
Some fantasies were even darker, where he'd witness her being tortured or
die an erotic death.  Suddenly, he was in a world where everything was
possible.

   With those thoughts in mind, he fell asleep.

   He awoke early in the morning to the sound of his mobile.

   "Jim, add me to your Skype contacts", it was Anna.

   "Anna?", he was still groggy, "How do you know my number?"

   "Add me to the contacts."

   She hanged up.  The call was followed by a message containing her Skype
identifier.

   Groggily, Jim crawled out of the bed, turned on his laptop and ran
Skype. Just a moment after he added Anna to his friends he received a call.

   This time she was wearing her pajamas.  They were so ordinary and plain
that, for a moment, it made him question whether she really is who she
purports to be - a magician from a secret order thousands of years old. 
Here, she looked just like another teenage girl, albeit visibly scared.

   "Jim", she went straight to business, "I'm calling you to say goodbye."

   "You're leaving Walson?"

   "No", she took a deep breath, "The rift...  Between our world and
Meirenn...  Is growing thin."

   "Meirenn?  What's Meirenn?"

   "It's...  for lack of a better word...  A realm created by Semai."

   "Another world?"

   "The entity that Indians called Metikwakani...  It can break through. 
The opening now became permanent.  I received an instruction from the
Order...  I need to go to the meadow and do whatever's possible to stop her
from breaking out."

   It occurred to Jim that they might have been on the opposite sides of
the conflict.  Anna represented the nebulous Order that kept tab on
Metikwakani.  He, on the other hand, was contacted by Metikwakani, and...

   So he was the villain.  Ever since he was bestowed the power of Words.

   "There is nothing I can do", said Anna, "This is a suicide mission. 
It's not the first time the Order reacts this way, and it's because... 
because..."

   She paused.

   "...  because we're losing", she finally said, "The Radicals are gaining
the upper hand and the Order is acting more and more desperately.  So I'm
calling you because..."

   She looked as if she was about to cry.

   "...  because we might not see each other again."

   She was silent for a moment, then hanged up.

   Jim was left in the dark room, pondering the situation.

   Suddenly all the pieces fell into place.  It was the being called
Metikwakani that gave him the power of Words.  How and when - he didn't
know.  But as long as he benefited from it, he was on her side.  And
probably on the side of those Anna called the Radicals.

   When they fell into the hands of the Castillo sisters it was his doing.
It was the manifestation of desire he had in mind when spelling the Word.

   And, to his horror, he realized he had much more desires like this.

   There was something inside him that wanted to break free, that wanted to
derive erotic pleasure from the sight of humiliation and torture of the
people he knew.

   It was always there, although he kept it in chains.  Now the chains were
broken and the monster inside him sprang free.

   He thought of his mother.  Fantasies passed through his mind; in some of
them she was nude and undergoing torture, in the others she was equally
naked, but moaning blissfully in his arms.  He wanted her, as his lover, as
companion, as victim.

   At this moment there was a knock at the door.

   It was her.

   "May I come in?"

   KATE AND JIM

   Half an hour later found Kate and Jim sitting in the only diner that was
still open in Walson.  Unsurprisingly, it had very few customers.  At the
moment they arrived there, there was no one in but for a slim blonde in her
thirties who served as both vendor and waitress.

   Jim eyed his mother.  She was wearing a tight-fitting, blue, strapless
dress that emphasized her excellent figure.  He noticed that her large,
appealing breasts were straining against its fabric.  She also wore a
lipstick and was looking at him in a seductive manner.  This meeting felt
less like a family lunch and more like a date.  Although he knew it was
wrong, he was turned on by the situation.

   "So", Kate squinted at him, "How is it with girls?  I can see that we've
barely came here and you already befriended one."

   Inwardly, she felt a little bit jealous.  Surely, the kid was
attractive, but she couldn't have known the art of lovemaking as well as
Kate did.  Once they are naked in bed, she will show her son things he
wouldn't believe to be possible.  And then he'll forget this kid.  What was
her name?...

   "She's not my...  girlfriend", Jim blushed, "We just..."

   "Of course", Kate mustered her most seductive smile.  She would bet that
his member is already standing at attention.

   "Did you receive my email?", she went straight to business.

   Jim froze for a moment.

   It wasn't possible.

   "You mean the...  Magazine?"

   "Yes."

   He didn't know what to say.

   "Did you like it?", she insisted.

   "Why did you do it?", he finally managed to answer.  His member was
already painfully erect.

   This situation isn't real, he thought.  It's just a long, erotic dream
from which he will awake to the gray reality filled with regret.

   Suddenly, the doors slammed open.

   Both Kate and Jim looked at the new guests.  Jim recognized them
outright - three teenage girls he met in the forest.  The Castillo sisters.
They were accompanied by a mature, yet slim and somewhat attractive
brunette, whom Jim believed to be Lucia.

   "We're thirsty, Janelle", said Lucia, "Me and my girls need a drink
right now."

   "Get the fuck out, Lucia", said the waitress, "This town is dying. 
You're killing it."

   Castillo sisters sat on the table next to where Kate and Jim were
sitting.  The girls began to stare menacingly at Jim, then at his mother.

   "This town shouldn't have been built in the first place", said the
Mexican, "This land doesn't belong to the people.  It never did.  It
belongs to Metikwakani."

   "Spare me this occult mumbo-jumbo, Lucia.  Get the fuck out of here."

   Lucia produced a gun and started waving it before Janelle's face.  The
waitress gaze became locked with Lucia's in a silent duel.

   "You're filling it for Samantha, right?", asked Lucia.

   Janelle said nothing.

   "You know what Sam did?"

   "She left this bloody town", said Janelle.

   "And you know why?"

   Janelle was silent again.

   "She was rebellious like you.  But I found how to make her listen.  And
you will listen too."

   Lucia pointed the gun at the ceiling and fired.  A loud bang filled the
room.  Kate screamed.  The glass windows shook.

   "As you can see, I'm a crazy bitch.  You've got a daughter, right?"

   Janelle was shaking.

   "Yes."

   "What's her name?"

   "You know her name."

   "They don't", Lucia pointed at Kate and her son, who were watching the
unfolding scene with mixture of fascination and terror.

   "Ruby."

   "Ruby.  How old is Ruby?"

   "She's fifteen."

   "You don't want something bad to happen to her, right?"

   "I get it, Lucia!", yelled Janelle, "I'll give you the bloody drink."

   "That's not enough.  Not after you stood up to me like this."

   Lucia pointed her gun at the waitress.

   "Strip", she said.

   Janelle froze.  She tried not to look scared, but her eyes told
otherwise.

   "Strip", repeated Lucia, "Or I'll shoot you right here, right now, and
then I'll come for your daughter."

   Reluctantly, Janelle began to strip her uniform, until she remained in
her bra and panties.

   Jim decided that, while not a sex bomb, Janelle looked quite attractive.
She had small breasts, which were in proportion with her rather lithe
frame.

   "Everything", Lucia waved her gun, "Bra and panties go too."

   Janelle stripped off her bra and panties and crossed her arms on her
breasts.

   "Your tits are not really that much to cover", said Lucia, "Hands down."

   Janelle let her arms drop, exposing her nudity.

   "Now you're ready to serve.  Anyone waiting for you beside your
daughter?"

   "My husband", this time Janelle's voice was quiet.

   "I wonder how did he marry such a small-titted bitch.  Anyway, pour the
drink for me and my girls before I change my mind and shoot you."

   As the now-naked waitress was busy pouring the drink, Lucia's attention
turned to Jim and Kate.

   "So", said Lucia, "This is this porn writer who came to our town.  Who
invited you?  Melanie?"

   Jim thought he misheard.  Porn?

   "None of your business", Kate's voice was quiet but firm.

   "What do you mean, porn?", Jim couldn't resist the question.

   "Oh, that's the boy.  My girls told me you look good naked.  As to your
question, your mommy is writing porn stories.  This is how she managed to
stay middle class.  Dine in restaurants, take you on holidays, pay for your
school, perhaps even your studies."

   Jim was stunned.

   "My girls said that they had you and this little bitch locked in our
cottage.  By the way, did your mommy see your ass?  The girls said they had
it thoroughly belted."

   Now it was Kate that was shocked.

   "Did you?...", she looked at Lucia and her daughters.

   "Yes, they had your sonny tied naked to the bench and belted.  Or so do
they say."

   Kate remembered Jim returning naked last evening.  So that was it.

   Oddly, she felt turned on by the thought of her innocent son being
naked, restrained and tortured.  She now desired him even more.

   "That's a nice dress", Lucia pointed at Kates's strapless attire, "Whom
did you dress up for?  Your sonny?"

   "She'ss gettink into ssspirit of Walsson", said the long-haired
daughter.

   "I wonder if she wears a bra", said the short-haired.

   "That's a good question", Lucia pretended to be pondering it, "Doesn't
look like it.  But perhaps she put on a strapless one."

   Kate indeed put a black, strapless bra, but didn't really want the world
to know.

   The nude waitress quietly put drinks on Castillo's table.  Her
expression was one of terrible humiliation.

   "There's one way to find out", Lucia began playing with her gun, "Don't
you think, girls?"

   They're going to strip his mother, Jim realized.  And as much as he
hated to admit it, the entire situation was turning him on more and more.

   "We're leaving", Kate took her son by her hand and rose.

   "Don't go!  The fun is only going to begin!"

   Neither of them looked back.

   *

   "Is it true?", asked Kate.

   She was driving them home through the fog.

   "Yes", said Jim, "They forced us to strip and..."

   "Us?"

   "Me and Anna."

   Kate nodded.

   "And you?  Is that true..."

   "Yes", said Kate.

   She stopped the car.

   "We're not yet home", he said.

   She turned to him.

   "Do you like me?", she asked.

   "Of course I do.  You're my mom..."

   "No, not in this way.  Do you like me...  As a woman?"

   He once again looked at her.  Sexy, blue dress.  Excellent figure.

   "I can be yours", she whispered.

   He gulped.  But he realized he wanted it.

   "Now?"

   She shook her head.

   "Let's get home.  It's the only way we can have some privacy."

   *

   Fifteen minutes later they were sitting in Kate's study.  She wrapped
her arms about her son, so that her breasts, still covered by the blue,
strapless dress, were now pressed against her son's chest.  He already
pulled off his shirt.

   In complete silence, she pulled him even closer and started to kiss him
on the lips.  The first kiss was gentle and shy, the next one longer.  Then
they tongue-kissed, feeling all the tension leave them in this act.

   And then Jim's mobile gave out a brief ring, signifying that a message
came in.

   "Sorry, mom, I..."

   "Fuck whoever is messaging you", she whispered.

   He wriggled out of her embrace and took the mobile.

   "Anna?", Kate was visibly annoyed.

   It was her.

   "Please, come to my place.  It is still time to save my life.  Hurry."

   For a moment Jim was torn.  He wanted to make love to his mother, but he
wouldn't leave Anna alone - not even now, that he knew he already joined
the ranks of Metikwakani worshipers.

   "She says she's in danger."

   Kate felt a deep frustration descend on her; deeper even when she found
one of her ex's was an impotent moron.

   Jim pulled on his shirt and scurried towards the exit.

   JIM

   The boy became aware that something is wrong as soon as he entered.  The
place looked like it was ransacked.  The occult paraphernalia had been
scattered about, and neither Sharon nor Anna answered to his calls.

   He went into the living room and froze.

   Sharon was there - nude and nailed to the wall, her arms outstretched,
her body covered in blood.  She was gasping quietly, so she was still
alive.

   "Where's Anna?", asked Jim.

   "She went in the...  morning", gasped Sharon, "Didn't want to tell... 
where.  But she said it has to do with...  to do with..."

   She coughed.

   "Metikwakani", Jim finished for her.

   "She said that you're...  The enemy.  But she still...  Even though... I
didn't understand..."

   Jim waited for her to finish.

   "She mentioned...  Abbaramanon...  Witch-Queen...  She said...  That
even though you serve her...  She still...  Still..."

   So he was the bad guy.

   "Then they came", continued Sharon, "Cas...  Cas...  Castillo and
h-her...  D-da...  D-da..."

   She coughed again.

   "...  the power of Metikwakani...  growing...  Time...  for revenge...
But Anna said...  You c-can s-still...  turn back..."

   Sharon fell silent.  Jim looked at the blood that seemed to cover her
body.  While it was her own, her body was not cut; instead someone used it
to smear occult symbols on her skin.

   There was nothing he could do to help; he could only leave the woman to
bleed to her death.  In other circumstances he'd be horrified by his own
decision, but these were not normal circumstances.

   This was Walson.

   He recalled his mother, probably waiting for him at home, probably still
hot for him.

   He wanted her badly.  Now that he tasted Anna he wanted to find how it
would be to make love to his own mother.

   *

   He scurried back to her study, but she was not there.  Instead, her blue
dress, her boots, and her lingerie (a matching set of black, strapless bra
and panties) lay scattered on the floor.

   No.

   Jim looked around and noticed that her mobile was nowhere to be found.

   He called her.

   After a moment of waiting, that his own fear and tension had stretched
beyond infinity, someone answer.

   "Hello, boy", it was Lucia.

   "Lucia?  What the fuck did you do to my mom?"

   She laughed.

   "She's got a great body.  Yummy.  Every guy would kill to be able to
fuck her.  And you left her for this teenage bitch."

   "Where is she?"

   No answer.

   "WHERE IS SHE!?"

   "She's been chosen for the final sacrifice.  One that will open the way
for Metikwakani to break through.  But the Lady requests your presence. 
Come to the meadow.  Come there now."

   She hanged up.

   Jim stood for a moment in the study, panting from anger and frustrated
desire, and then walked out, towards the cursed meadow and the totem of
Metikwakani.