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Subject: {ASSM} Mother and Her Cannibals (A Novel in progress) -- Chapters Five (revised) and Six
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Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2006 08:10:02 -0500
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*Worthington Inn, near Columbus. Ohio*

*Chapter Five*

* *

In a half hour, they were opening the door to their rooms. It was odd not to
walk into a hotel where the bed was not the center of attraction. Joe was
impressed.

Crystal immediately turned the cable everywhere TV, and Marilyn joined her
on the floor. They shared some orange juice that had been set up in the
room. Marilyn sneaked some of her vodka in her glass, and Crystal made her
mother spike her drink. It happened in nanoseconds.

Joe wandered about and looked at the rooms. He watched Crystal hug her
mother and they giggled at the porn channel.

The Presidential suite had four large rooms. Joe took the suite and didn't
pause at the $1000 a day price, but he was glad it was the only multiple
rooms available. He didn't want them to think he was that crazy. Joe could
afford it.

Joe's father had left most of it to him and his half sister and her two
children. He left Joe the houses and stipulated that the money Joe' sister
would receive would be paid as an annuity with a yearly maintenance payment
of $50,000.

Joe's half sister was furious, but Joe's father knew that her husband had
wasted his own resources and was close to bankruptcy. Before the stroke that
killed him, Joe's father had changed the will to protect his daughter. She
and her children had actually received five times the value of Joe's
inheritance and when she lost her home, Joe offered her the main house. She
refused it, but moved in to the twenty-room house for her children. That
way, they wouldn't have to change schools.

Joe and his father had had their difficult moments. He was proud of his son
graduating tenth in his class at West Point. "My brave son" as he called him
in letters to NAM, but when Joe returned and resigned his commission serving
the minimum time  in the regular army reaching the rank of Major, father and
son did not speak.

Ten years ago, after teaching at University of Texas at Austin, Joe moved to
Rochester to be closer to his father. Joe and his father bonded, and the
father finally understood his son.

Vietnam killed Joe's love of being the soldier. "Little Joe" as his daddy
called him was no longer the child with the expensive set of toy soldiers,
plastic airplanes and history books about World War II and the Civil War.
His mother called him Florian Joseph and the war of names set up by the
parents worked their own difficulties.





##





Released from that moment in the past Joe planned to talk to the hotel
manager in the morning about a better rate. He knew that they would not move
from here. It was worth an hour trip to the park if nothing like this suite
was available.

Inside the suite the larger bedroom had a small office area complete with
desk and computer hook ups. Each bedroom had its own bathroom with triple
size tub. In a space the bedrooms could share, the "playroom" as Joe called,
an exercise bike and Universal gym stood at one end, and steam bath and
sauna at the other.

In the main room, three large coordinated couches, entertainment center and
dining area surrounded a large Jacuzzi that faced the patio. Finally, a
small kitchen and large dining room table shared another room.

When you soaked in the Jacuzzi, you could watch the cars on the highway. No
need to close the drapes, the hotel was by far the tallest building in the
area, and the suite had its own elevator and occupied the top floor.

When the bags arrived, Joe had them placed in both bedrooms and he tipped
generously.

"How can you pay for this Marilyn asked? Who are you?"

Crystal never let go of Joe's hand. Marilyn saw him use a platinum AX card
when he checked in.

"Who is hungry?" Joe asked.

"Are you kidding?" Crystal spoke over Marilyn. For a moment in the silence,
Crystal rubbed Joe's arms. She stood with her legs wide open moving her ass
back and forth.

Joe asked, "Shall we eat here or go out?"

"Here, I have nothing to wear" Marilyn said. She threw herself on the bed.

Crystal tugged on her mother's shorts. "Can I order Mummy?"

"Absolutely," Joe said.

"Bet kitchen closes soon. Find the menus Crystal. Get me some kind of burger
and booze, I need a shower," Marilyn said in one breath.

Crystal and Marilyn settled down immediately comfortable in their palatial
room.

Joe was not comfortable as he realized he was walking into a deeper hole.
The suite set up with a full kitchen and glass dining room table decorated
the flowers. The suite smelled of fresh cut roses.

On the far side, a patio window opened and closed. In another season, it
would be a great place to look at the world, but at 87 degrees and 90
percent, humidity Joe ordered Crystal not to open it.

Joe sat near thee patio window. It was twilight, and he looked to the south
and some scrub farmland to the north. He liked all the chatter.

"Look can we eat in," Joe said

"I will order whatever you want, but I need a drink."

"Scotch for me." Marilyn spoke up now. She had made a decision.

The clerk at the desk took his Platinum card, and suddenly he was the best
guest and not some woe-begotten travelers without a pot to piss in.





##



Door Chimes.



"Sir," the concierge delivered some vodka and champagne.

"Anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable, please call us." The
stiffly dressed man spoke very softly.

"What he say, Joe?" Crystal asked pulling on Joe's hand.

Joe, annoyed, told him he would call, and tipped the man for nothing.

The Hotel's concierge walked away. Joe wondered what he thought of them.

Crystal said quickly so only Joe could hear.

"Joe, he can kiss my ass too."

Joe laughed. "You are perceptive."

 "What does that mean, Joe?" Crystal asked.

"Another word "aware" also works

Crystal licked her lips. It didn't annoy him to tell her.





##



Everyone was tired. When he had pulled into the hotel, he had realized that
they must have been lucky to find an open reservation. He remembered the
CoCo Key Water Resort that he had visited last summer. It was about thirty
miles away in Newark, Ohio.

Maybe, we could stay here until Monday and a business day. That way I can
get them settled. Monday, we can check out of here, and get closer to the
water park.

Marilyn sat down near him. She wore a tee shirt and panties. Joe watched her
tits shake in tune with her newfound smile.

Crystal dressed like her mother said.

"What's up? Who is running this show?"

"Marilyn," Joe said, "I ordered some vodka, champagne and scotch. It's in
the refrigerator and freezer."

Joe looked very uncomfortable. "I need to slow down. My heart is racing.
Marilyn, we are two hours from Cincinnati and if you would like I suggest we
stay here until Monday. There is a huge water slide amusement park thirty
minutes from here. We could spend part of the day there, and get some rest.
No need for a decision."

"Please Mommy can we?"

Marilyn looked at Joe and then Crystal and said "why the fuck not." Every
guy has an agenda. She knew she did.

Crystal rubbed Joe's hand against her flat nipples. She didn't care that her
mother saw her. Joe sat without moving so involved in his feelings and
afraid to stop her, but he did at the end. Crystal climbed on him kissing
his face and neck begging to go to the water slides right away.

"Don't you like me, Joe?"

"Of course I do."

"The she whispered in his ear not to push her hand away."

Joe got hard and was uncomfortable as Crystal climbed all over him. In the
last five minutes, Crystal had taken off her panties and put on a long tee
shirt. Her mother asked her about her panties, and she said they were dirty.


Crystal looked Joe in the eye. "Mama's going to water slides too."

Joe smiled and picked up the 65 lbs. Crystal and dropped her tee shirt and
all in the warm Jacuzzi.

"I think she preferred to go shopping."

Crystal came out pissed. Marilyn laughed.

The child laughed too getting out and in of the tub. She said the bubbles
made her feel funny. Crystal looked so comfortable. Joe jumped in the
Jacuzzi.

He took it all off got into the tub.

Marilyn joined them. She was naked.

"That's not fair," Crystal said.

"What's never fair?" Marilyn ducked Crystal.

Marilyn sputtered. "I want to use it too."

"What are you talking about," Joe seemed confused.

"She wants this, Joe." Marilyn laughed. She held a pink plastic dildo in her
hand. She thinks she can get this monster inside her."

"Come closer girl," Marilyn gave Crystal the clear plastic dildo.

Marilyn spoke easily to Crystal.

"There's plenty of room."

"Yea, for you, but not me!"

Joe laughed bent in half.

Crystal moved close to Joe and leaned into his lap. She whispered.

"Don't worry I've seen it before and I bet you like mine."

Joe playfully pushed Crystal under the surging water. The dildo dropped to
the center of the pool.

Crystal grabbed Joe's cock while Marilyn tried to retrieve the dildo.

"I like the real thing, Mama."

Marilyn knew they would stay. She would get drunk and fuck Joe's brains out,
and she and Crystal would get drunk too, fool around and go to sleep.

When the doorbell rang, Joe told the bellboy to leave it and add a 25
percent tip. Joe felt uncomfortable with the nudity. Can you imagine what a
stranger might believe? Joe was ready for guilt in all its glory. He knew
it.

Crystal had made Joe hard, and he leaned next to her and said, "Enough now,"
as he pushed the head of his cock in Crystal so he was almost half way
inside.

"See I told you I can take it."

It was as if Joe had slapped her face or beat her butt. Crystal pouted and
started to get out of the pool.

Joe pulled her back by one leg and his fingers pushed into her vagina. He
said. "Get this."

He whispered something again but he held her hand. "If you weren't here,
none of you would be here."

"Nah, you're just a perv, but I like ya."

Joe looked like the hand of God had struck him. If this child knew, the
world would know.

Marilyn added. "What's this I hear about Jail Bait?"

"Don't worry Joe. I've been wet since the first moment we met. My daughters
have to wait in line. I have sucked their pussies and they have sucked mine.
There is no fear here, Joe."

Crystal pushed her mother under the bubbling water.

Marilyn put her hands on hip and frowned. What Mama is trying to say, Joe?

Gasping for breath, surprised by Crystal, Marilyn pushed her back and called
her "a greedy and ungrateful cunt."

Marilyn and Crystal laughed and threw the other about as they wrestled for
the fun of it. They sucked on the dildo together.

Crystal mocked her mother. "She's a Ho. Did you know that?" Lately, Crystal
had been fucking some of the men who come by when Marilyn was not there.

"You are not yet nine," Marilyn spit at Crystal in a half laugh.

Joe was horrified and drawn in closer. The doors closed behind him. The
straight war hero and college professor had let the child, Crystal, play
with his dick and act as if he was her boy friend. He realized that was the
truth. He loved the child and not in the reasonable way, fifty percent of us
love children. That's right most of us are abused or abusers.

Perhaps, there is a better way to look at all of this. Maybe we can see it
as a symptom, and not the cause of the end of civilization. Well, in the end
of this scene Joe remained the American history college professor about to
be a celebrity Professor at Football U., Ohio State.

Joe with knowledge and consideration adopted his new family, or them, him.
He knew he loved Crystal. She told him she wanted to be his daughter, and as
he had no children, "Joe you have to say yes."

Joe stopped. He looked at the skyline which had turned dark. He said, yea,
why lie, what we do is not right for everyone. It is really wrong too. Joe
could not stop. He knew he was done. So what. There are many forms of
suicide.





##





Exhaustion, alcohol and food led the three of them to various qualities of
sleep. Joe had managed to make it to his bed by 8 PM. He was restless and
could not stop thinking about Crystal. Marilyn was drunk and fell out right
after dinner. She slept until the very late morning and woke to show another
of her varied personalities. Sex, drugs and rock n roll write well on her
shield. Marilyn staggered back from the toilet and fell between two chairs.
She resisted Joe's help and naked except for an invisible thong she
masturbated curled up groaning that "my cunt needs something else." Joe
wrapped Marilyn's shoulders in a light blanket and set three pillows for her
head.

Crystal watched TV in her mother's bed until ten PM. She woke around three
AM muttering that Joe should not get out of bed. He wasn't there and had not
been.

Chapter Six

Joe usually had a hard time sleeping. Tonight was not different. Restless,
he tried to sleep in the middle of a King size bed. He was naked, and he dug
his heels in the bed to bend his knees and arch his back. When he pumped at
the bed his calves tighten and his moved to the beat of his hand. Today, he
thought of Crystal when he assumed this position. He imagined her on top of
his cock and his hands in her ass and when he pushed, he came. He filled the
child. She was open used to men, and after he imagined her dripping he
rubbed his cock harder, pinched his own nipples and rubbed faster screaming
her name.

Warmed almond oil gave the room a slippery air. He buzzed with a vibrator
with an ethereal fragrance.

One lone shade light lit the room and the shadows hid his fist as he slid it
up and down his cock barely speaking the name "Crystal." In a trance he
though she was asleep.

Joe, Crystal called out. I am here watching. When you peed I came into the
room and hid behind the chair. You didn't see me, but I came real close to
you when you were playing with your thing.


-- 
Sean Farragher
Http://seanfarragher.com <http://seanfarragher.com/>

-- 
Sean Farragher
Http://seanfarragher.com <http://seanfarragher.com/>
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