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Subject: {ASSM} Mother and Her Cannibals (A Novel in progress)  Slow, Incest  -- Chapter Three
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Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2006 09:10:02 -0500
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Mother and her Cannibals
Novel-in-Progress
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Mother & Her Cannibals
Chapter 3 


Marilyn returned from his car. She found a sexy top and shorts in the trunk.
They fit so she put them on. She looked good in the tight top, and her thick
lips and oval face resembled Crystal. It was time machine. Mother and
daughter balanced on the ends of a teeter-totter. Marilyn had delicate
breasts that were full. There was a balance between round and demure. All
this was odd as Joe watched Crystal giggle throw her legs back and display
her vulva partially covered with a dirty pink thong. It cut into her pubes,
and after a minute she adjusted it so it covered. At the same time she
clearly rubbed her clitoris and smiled moving her knees opened and closed.
Joe was caught between the women. He had to turn his head to see one or the
other. Finally, Marilyn, simply crazy, began to massage her breasts
pretending to straighten out the unfamiliar blue top she had "borrowed" from
the trunk. Of course, it was tight and the shorts could not be fully zipped
up.

"You look good," Joe nodded to Marilyn.

"So do I, don't I Joe baby," Crystal pulled on Joe's shorts, and flipped
back so her ass was exposed. The athletic child assumed many poses.

"Cover up that baby ass," Marilyn playfully smacked the child and sat next
to Joe pushing Crystal out of the way. Mother and daughter wrestled and Joe
said, "Wait, we can all talk."

"Light me Joe," Marilyn held up a joint.

"With what?"

"That's right, you don't smoke. Use this."

Joe lit her. Marilyn smiled and pressed her tits into Joe's arm.

"I want some," Crystal pulled on Joe's leg just missing his cock.

Marilyn handed the number down to her daughter who smoked it taking two deep
hits and then a third. She did not exhale the last. Crystal puts her mouth
close to Joe's and blew the smoke into his lips. 

"I am sorry," Marilyn asked? "I forgot you."

"Sure," and Joe and old time head took two deep tokes, and passed the joint
back to Crystal.

"Crystal looked into Joe's eyes, and said, "Yes, I will."

Marilyn choked on the last dregs and asked "what you say girl."

"I like Joe."

Marilyn pulls out a roach clip, and sucks around the edges. 

"You wanna a last hit?" She turns to Joe.

He freezes. "Sure."

Well, I ain't twisted your fucking arm. Marilyn giggles, and passes him the
clip, but before he can take a drag, Crystal says, "wait." She climbs into
Joe's lap and shares the last of it.

Before Joe takes a drag he scans the parking lot. It is obvious he is
nervous. He wants to get out of there, but he is frozen in place.

How do you know my name Joe? Marilyn tugs on Joe's leg.

"It's written on your bracelet. 

Joe takes the bracelet in his hand and turns it. Marilyn doesn't resist, but
she offers a snide look and then she relaxes and leans into him while he
looks at the jewelry. As she pushes, her breasts expose so if he really
looks he can see her nipples.

"I always look at nipple jewelry." Joe rubs his lips.

Crystal comes back with, "You look at my missing tits and ass."

"True!"

"Joe," Crystal mocked her mother. It was random and came from nothing.
"You're a sicko-perv. You sleep with kids."

Joe didn't know what to say. "Are you children he asked"? Crystal laughed.
"You sure like my baby puss."

When Joe was stoned he didn't hold back. "I thought it was shaved." 

"Hey, Joe," look my mama's pissing behind the tree." 

Marilyn laughed. 

"Marilyn be careful! Cops could be anywhere."

"You better be careful. Get you arrested for kiddy porn," Crystal screeched.

Marilyn glared back at everyone. I had to go, and the rest room was fucked
up. When she finished she pulled her shorts up fast, and ran over to Crystal
who hugged her.

Joe wondered about them, but what the fuck, he wanted change in his life.
Must be a reason he stopped here. The movie in his mind replayed.

"I have a dozen cans of coke in a cooler in my car. You can have them."  Joe
said, as he rubbed Crystal's legs. 

"I don't like Coke. I want Pepsi like it has in the machine," Crystal
pointed back to the vending area.

Joe ran to the machine put the last of his change in the dead machine and a
Diet Pepsi rolled down.

Joe ran back with it. He was pleased.

"I fucking hate diet soda," Marilyn said.

Joe laughed. "You're an ungrateful slut," he said.

Crystal laughed so hard she started coughing.

"If it's cold I'll drink it daddy," Crystal sashayed.

"Let me guess, Crystal. You're really ten?" Joe smirked.

"No way. I'll be 16 in a few days."

Crystal slapped and poked Joe on his arm. "You know I'm eight."

"Can I have a Pepsi too?" Marilyn asked wishing she had not been such a wise
ass. Her face seemed down.

"Why don't we drink the pop I have in the car, we can get some ice. I need
to get some gas. I bet Crystal wants another."

"Not unless you spike it with booze!" Marilyn laughed.

It was close to five PM and Joe wanted to get out of there. The weed had
played and he was worried cops would come around. He knew he had an ounce of
weed in his car cooked in brownies and a few joints.

Joe's mood changed. Crystal was resting on a blanket near the table, and
Marilyn was packing up her stuff. 

"What's your plans? I don't see a car here. Some one coming?"

"We gotta walk out of here. Jerk dumped us off."

"Let me drive you out." 

"Sure it would be OK"

"Yea Ma, let him."

"OK. Let me get my stuff together."

"I'm going back to my car. I will take this box and wait."

Joe checked the trunk of his car, opened the cooler repacked some things. He
made a mental note to get some laundry done. He sat down at the picnic table
with one of those small airplane shot bottles of vodka, a sandwich he bought
at that breakfast and three cans of Coke. He looked for the joint he kept in
his glove compartment. It was gone. He remembered Marilyn. The Department
Secretary's cigarettes were gone. He just saw them. It wasn't a full dream.
When he sat down, he wondered why he had stopped at this lonely place. Was
this the beginning of a terrible year? When he agreed to faculty exchange he
thought he could reconnect with Dave.

Joe couldn't feel as he sat eating and drinking just to do something. Joe
hated being alone, and he disliked admitting it. How could a man who faced
death be afraid of silence? 

His friends would be amazed at how he thought of himself. After all, he won
the Pulitzer for a historical novel that redefined the genre. Most knew him
as the intellectual's intellectual, and now, here, in no where he cried over
a small child and obviously dysfunctional family. He wanted to help them,
but he didn't know how, and he didn't know why he was so aroused by Crystal.
He wanted her in his bed. He didn't care what he had to do. He made no
compromise with his desire. That had not happened before and it scared him,
disgusted him and made him wonder how he would survive. He played his movies
again. He loved them. He saw all the details. First time, or was that the
second time: In Nam he was close to that high class French-Vietnamese
actress who turned out to be an agent of the NVA. She had a daughter who
always giggled and made him want to listen so he understood the French. 

Second time, his niece Avril climbed into bed with him. It continued. 

Last week, he responded to Nam buddy Dave's daughter who sat in his lap to
watch movies. No, Nam was not the first time. 

When he was six his mother nursed him. Slowly, she had sexualized him, and
then soon after Mom's best friend Doris and her husband Joshua continued the
play as they called it. It was a distant and raw memory. He first saw it
again when he was hypnotized. He ate slowly and only drank one can. He
looked out at the highway and not back at the girls. He felt them watching
him. He was startled by how the one they call Crystal made him more happy
than sad.

He couldn't stand the honesty. He just let it go. No one can see him right
this second. He picked up his garbage, threw away most of the uneaten food,
and he got ready to leave. He had no place to go.

When he finished, he started to pack up when Crystal opened the passenger
door.

"Why are you sad? Daddy's don't cry."

"What?"

Crystal put her hands on her hips and rushed towards Joe throwing her hands
into his face and asking to climb in his lap. She grinned when he let her
up. 

Joe could not suppress his laughter.

"You don't like me." Crystal put her head down

"Why do you say that?"

"Because."

"I do like you. Of course, I do."

"No one ever likes me for long."

No matter how hard she pretended to frown, to be put off, she was radiant.
Joe's mood instantly changed. 

"Where did you come from?"

"Somewhere," she laughed.

"Do you like me?"

"Of course."

"What you starting at. I ain't got much."

Joe was glad to see her again, and the child knew it.

"You're too fresh, you know that."

"Mr., I'm a bitch. Mr. you crazy."

"That is the last thing you are. 

"Do they call you anything besides Crystal?"

Well it's actually more complicated. I call my self Breezy to confuse my
almost twin sister, and Mama calls me Katrina. She says I can't be that name
no more since some hurricane or something killed a lot of niggers.

"That's not a nice word."

Yes, it is. My mama's last boy friend called himself nigger all the time,
and he was a spook. He liked to rap. You rap Mr.?

"No, I write stories and teach."

"Really? What you learn me?

"I learn you anything you want."

"Can you teach me to fuck better?"

"Well, when you grow up I could."

"I am grown up. Shit anyone see it."

"Joe doubled up laughing. He had not laughed that hard in a long time."

"Mama says you're white, but still cute. I think you are half-warm not hot."

"My sister Jane is a lesbian but she's with Breeze and Grandma. I bet she'd
say you were a hottie."

"I am."

"You like yourself a lot don't ya?"

"I am a professor not hot."

"Are you rich? Mama thinks you are. She says you like little girls."

"Of course I like them."

"No, she says I should be nice so you will buy us stuff. I bet you are a
teacher. I like you anyway. You don't have to pay momma. She can pimp her
own ass."

"Am I that obvious?"

"I bet you are a teacher."

"I am a teacher because I paid off the principal."

"Of course I like girls. I also love medium and big ones too."

Joe shaved with his electric razor while he talked. Crystal followed every
stroke and watched intently as he cleaned his face.

"Can I do that?"

"You don't have a beard."

"I mean can I do you."

"Depends on what you want to do."

"Don't be a sicko."

"I am kidding."

"I know."

"Mama wants to talk to you."

"Have her come here."

"No, then I have to walk there and back."

"Are you lazy? Wave to her."

"She won't come unless you go there."

"Come on. Don't bust me up. She wants something."

"Mama wants a ride and some money.

"She says she will fuck you if you give us 100."

"What?"

"Yea, she said she will fuck you."

"Do you know what that is?"

"Better than you," Crystal answered.

"I know. You are glad I am 8. Now hear it. Mama is twenty-eight. Don't tell
her I said it."

"I will give you a ride, but she doesn't owe me.

"Can I sit in the front seat?"

"Maybe, your mom wants to show me where she needs to go."

"No, wants to sleep."

"You know my real dad got killed in jail. I never met him. He was a bad
white man my mom said."

"How?"

"He did drugs and fucked my sister too."

"How do you know all this?"

"I saw it."

"My sister has a girl friend."

"I had a boy friend who was 36. I would suck his cock."

I will do anything for a laugh. Joe looked at Crystal and wondered why he
wasn't shocked.

"When you take us home, will you stay?"

"Do you want me to stay?"

"You can be my boy friend if you don't like Mama."

Joe couldn't believe all he heard. He shook his head.

"Stop staring at my chest Joe. They won't grow. You don't know anything do
you?"

"I'm not staring like I am mad. I like them just the way they are."

"It's OK. I am joking. Got it like on chat on a computer J/k"

"Maybe I could steal you."

Hey, no Mr. You are nice and all, but I don't want to be dead in hole
somewhere in Kentucky like those girls they found. Mama tells me to watch
out. She says you are OK because you drive an expensive car.

"Don't you ever stop talking Crystal? You are a buzz saw."

"Do you have any children Joe?"

"No."

"I have two nieces and they have kids."

"How come you have such a simple name?"

"I am named after my grandfather."

"What kind of car is that?"

They walked to the car, and Joe let Crystal sit behind the wheel.

"I hate the name of my car, but I love my Benz. It's three years old."

"What's a Benz?"

"German car?"

"What's a German?"

"It makes people sick."

"No, I am kidding. It is a country."

"Oh. Do you have a lot of money?"

"I am ok."

"Can I count the money in your wallet?"

"I don't know. Can I trust you?"

He smiles and hands her his wallet.

"What's this?"

"Traveler's checks."

"How much is there?"

"$10,000.00 or a little less."

"Count it. Otherwise I will tell Mama you're a liar."

"He pulled a roll of twenties and a few hundreds out of his shorts.

"I have $480 in cash and two platinum credit cards."

"You can tell your mother I own two houses in Rochester, New York, and I
play to buy a third in Columbus. Now, do you want my social security number,
miss?"

"Next thing you know you will be running a credit check on me sweet dear
Crystal the detective."

"Don't make fun of me. I am hungry and we don't have any place to live and
my mother is not only the smart one."

" Crystal, I like you just the way you are."

"I know. I love you too."

While they talked Crystal began to rub Joe's cock through his shorts. He sat
back on the driver's side wondering why Marilyn took so long, and then he
realized she wanted Crystal to give him a taste.

Joe didn't stop her, but put his arm around her. Life has strange edges.

They talked for a few more minutes after he came in his pants, and it was
obvious Crystal was sleepy. She kissed Joe and this time put a small part of
her tongue in his mouth. Joe reached into her shorts and felt her clitoris
and the child leaped. He rubbed and she came quickly, but it had a different
flow than an older woman. While he touched her he put one then two fingers
in her cunt, and was surprised how open. 

After they rested they walked towards Crystal's mother. What the hell Joe
realized life is not always calm and easy.

Bored, Marilyn walked towards Joe.

"Looks like Mama couldn't wait."

Marilyn waved and she had changed into jeans and a silk blouse, no bra, and
shorts. It was a hot night, she told Jane, and the two walked hand in hand
giggling and Joe waited until they got there and sat down and then he said
yes, we will figure things out.

Marilyn said OK. She wasn't surprised. 

She looked at Joe and when he was turned around opened two more buttons on
her sluttish top. He must like me.

Crystal saw her mother open the buttons. She frowned. When she tightened her
fist no one could see it. It was a personal gesture.

"He likes me not you." Crystal said.

She said it clearly.

Marilyn laughed.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does."

Crystal ran back to the car and Joe followed.

Half way, Crystal stopped, and yelled back.

"Are we going or not Mama?"

This time Crystal sat in the driver's seat and had rolled down the window.
The Air Conditioner was on.

"If you empty the battery, no one will go anywhere."

"I know where you keep the extra ones."

Joe laughed so hard he choked up.

"Careful."

"Why?" 

"Just because."

Crystal reached out and touched Joe's face.

"Why be careful? We have already broken down doors that no one should
enter."

Crystal laughed. 

Marilyn was not what Joe expected. She was alert and she asked directly.

"Joe, Crystal tells me you can give us a ride off the interstate so I don't
lose my kids."

"Sure."

Joe looked at Crystal smiling in the front seat of his car. He didn't want
to hear Crystal's mother.

"You're not going to fuck us up?" 

"No, he's cool," Crystal said."

Joe listened to their conversation. He realized no one would believe him
when he said she wasn't eight, but her mind had unique turns that only a
young adult would understand. Joe knew tomorrow the doors would be harder to
close once he entered the next room.

Joe and Marilyn continued talking about places where she could be dropped
off. She explained that she couldn't go to social services, or she would be
arrested, and besides there's nothing on the weekend, and they have nothing.
If they go back to her ex-husband's place, he will call the cops. First, she
wants to get her other daughter, Jane and Breeze back from her mother. 

Joe listened, but he played in his mind with Crystal. He knew that money
solved problems. They wouldn't believe he had decided. When Crystal touched
his face, and smiled, throwing her head back like a burlesque dancer, he
decided to help this family. Joe had the money. He had the Republican
veneer. No, he does not want to enter their world to change them. He wants
to change himself. Joe is not altruistic. There was a dirty film on his
generosity, and most of the time he could not face it himself. Joe stepped
from death to life to hell in with the touch of Crystal hand and the dart of
her eyes as she giggled playing some made up mental game that she alone knew
how to organize.

Joe knew there was bad card in this new hand. He could not take his eyes off
Crystal. Everybody saw it. Usually, people don't bring it up. He is after
all the Professor and well respected. 

The young woman flirted with the Professor. She touched his arms, held his
hands. She acted as if she knew him for years. Joe knew Crystal had locked
him. This time he would not be able to walk away. He would step through a
doorway to a dangerous room that once entered you could not leave without
taking responsibility for your choices.

 

 

Each week a chapter will be posted of this work in progress

 
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