Article 88993 of alt.sex.stories:
From: jsharpe@access.awinc.com (Caesar)
Subject: "Roman Matron" (mf, inc)
Date: 16 Oct 1995 23:01:30 GMT

			     Roman Matron
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			    by Caesar(90)

	Flavius Maximitus, the only free born son to Flavus Maximitus
and his wife Lucina, stood naked against the cold granite wall. His
body shone with sweat and oil that reflected the moonlight shining
through the open roofed *peristyle*, a pleasant little garden in the
middle of his families house. In his hand gleamed a *drusus*, a fine
crafted short sword. It quivered in the dull light, as did the toned
small body. The boy was not cold, even in the chilly evening, but
scared, and nervous.

	Next to him, a dark doorway with a large finely crafted wooden
door. His parents *cubicula*, their bedroom. He stood leaning against
the smooth wall for several long minutes, waiting. His bronze coloured
body rippled whenever he shook with fear, his short black hair
flattened against his head with grease. His mind wandered over what
was to be done this evening, and the promised reward at the end. He
worried about the slaves and servants in the house, even though they
have been taken care of, nothing must be left to chance.

	The silent movement of the large door startled him, and gave
his heart a rush. It was time!

	The door opened only a few inches then stopped, just as
planned. An adrenaline rush flowed through his body, giving him
determination and strength to finish his task. He moved upon silent
bare feet, grabbing the door in his free hand.

	As he slowly opened the door, the inner room was bathed in
yellow light from a small candle next to the large lavish bed.
Flavius paused only for a second as he looked upon his fathers
sleeping body. The thin embroidered blanket could not hide the obesity
of his father, it sickened him. Without closing the door, he walked
slowly and carefully towards the sleeping form not taking his eyes off
the face of his father. In seconds he stood over the large bloated
form, staring into the face that gave him life. He ignored a movement
over his shoulder.

	The ex-senator lay in troubled sleep, sometimes kicking out
with his feet, other times his hands, he was trying to stop the demons
of his sleep taking away everything his family had worked the last two
hundred years for. But suddenly in his dream, he was attacked from
behind, from the people who he expected to be loyal...

	Flavius jumped as he saw his fathers eyes open suddenly,
"What... what are you doing boy... " The deep voice boomed out
threateningly. From a man who is used to being obeyed.

	The fat man started to rise. Suddenly, Flavius saw all the
years of his life; the beatings, the shouting, being treated like a
dog by his own father. So he moved faster than he ever moved before,
the adrenaline flowed through his veins giving him new found strength.

	The *drusus* came around in an arc, it landed straight down
upon the older man's lower face. The blade strikes the fat man's jaw,
breaking the jawbone and causing the loss of several teeth while
cleaving through the meaty chin. Dazed by the shock, Flavus falls back
onto the bed, unable to do anything except raise an arm in defiance.

	Very little sound was heard in the dimly light *cubicula*. But
a gurgle escaped from the ruptured mouth of Flavus. The next swing
followed soon after the first and came down upon the out stretched
hand, cleaving off three fingers and most of the palm. A bloody, and
mangled, stump pumps blood into the very eyes of the unarmed man, his
eyes wide with horror.

	An uncontrollable blood lust took over the boy as he drew his
blade up again. For a brief second he saw into his fathers pain filled
eyes, saw the blood splattered upon the fat cheeks, and the pool of
redness over the man's chest. The helplessness of the older man enraged
Flavius, this man was not worthy enough to call himself his father.
The boy reached out with his free hand to grab and push away the
outreached maimed hand. With the other, he swung down with the sharp
blade biting into the exposed neck. The shiny blade bite deep into the
fat, exposing most of the muscle and veins of the butchered neck. The
severed carotid artery drenched both males in a fountain of blood.

	The fat of the old man had kept him alive this long, but the
boy swung again and again, cleaving the head from the now still body.
Always aiming for the face and neck. Only when the boy ran out of
strength did he stop swinging.

	Flavius dropped the *drusus* upon the bed and fell to his
knees. Blood was everywhere, upon the bed, on the boys body, and even
upon the walls and floor. He stared at the fat butchered body laying
on the bed. Trying to picture that hunk of meat as his father, but
couldn't.

	A fine small hand lay gently upon his slippery shoulder.

	Lucina squeezed her son's upper arm trying to calm him, since
he was breathing fast and deeply while his body was quivering rapidly.
She finally drew him off the floor and over to a couch, where he lay
upon his back.

	The boy stared at his mother not recognizing her at first, as
she wiped his face clean with a sponge. As recognition returned, he
stared at her untimely beauty, seeing the blood soiled white toga
haphazardly thrown over her shoulder allowing a breast to be exposed.
Her long black hair cascading over her face and down her back. The
whiteness of her skin tantalized him, called out to him. He brought a
blood soaked hand up to her exposed breast, cupping the round flesh in
his young strong hand. Flavius loved her more than ever before!

	At the first touch of his hand she stopped cleaning him and
smiled into his eyes. "You are the new Lord of this family my son,
what would be your first act?" She held her breath and waited for him.

	As an answer, he lifted himself onto his elbow, and pressed
his lips against her round soft blood smeared nipple, and sucked.
Like the lions of the Arena, after a kill he felt a driving passion
deep inside his loins. Also this was the prize that his mother had
promised, a prize that he would do anything for. Even kill his own
father!

	Lucina's hand gently pressed her son's head to her bosom,
ravelling in the feel of his young warm lips upon her sensitive
breast. Her free hand pushed the toga off her shoulder, exposing
herself from the waist up.

	"Come then, my Lord, we have until dawn to love each other!"

	In the large elaborate *cubicula*, upon the couch in the
corner, two naked bodies gleamed and moved in the faint light. One a
youth of thirteen, the other a woman of thirty. Soft sounds of passion
echoed throughout the marble room, voices begged, skin slapped. The
sweet smell of blood and sweat was in the air, none noticed or cared.
Nor did either notice the dried blood or thick oil caked to the youths
body. Both were lost in the other.

	Only when the youth was spent, his chest heaving for breath,
did he fully realize what had transpired. His mother lay over him, her
knees straddling his hips, her sex still engulfing his. He looked in
horror at the still bed, then into his mothers open eyes. Full
comprehension came upon him. Lucina narrowed her eyes slightly and sat
up over his body.

	Her hand quickly descended towards him, Flavius only saw a
gleam of metal before the bone handled stiletto hit. The blade bite
deep into the forehead, shattering the young man's skull, forcing the
thin metal to enter into his brain. Flavius's death is instantaneous.