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 ============ 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.