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Bride of Motherfucker
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
Adults Only.
See chapter one for codes and synopsis.

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Bride of Motherfucker

Chapter Two



"Jimmy? What are you calling me for?" Wendy demanded. "Where are you?"

"At home, um..."

"We're waiting for you," she hissed into the phone. "I already told
them you guys are coming over."

"You told them?"

"Well, yeah!"

"Oh."

"So what are you doing?" she asked. "You'd better not tell me you're
chickening out!"

"What? No!"

"Is it your mother? You didn't say anything to her, did you?"

"Wendy..."

"What?"

"Did you talk to Kylie?" I wondered cautiously.

"Kylie?" That stopped her cold for a second. "No...Why?"

"I just wondered, um..."

"What happened?"

"Nothing," I lied.

"Jimmy?" Wendy sounded worried. "What's wrong? Why did you call me?"

"Never mind," I frowned, thinking I should have known better. "We'll
be over in a little bit."

"Tell me!"

"I'll tell you later, okay? I love you."

I hung up the phone before she could make me confess and if you don't
think a girl can make her boyfriend do that over the phone, you've
never been in love. I'd been in love, was in love, and wanted to stay
in love with both of my girlfriends. But I'd hurt Kylie. Maybe I'd
even raped her, I wasn't sure, and I felt like I was going to puke.
After letting Wendy tell me no a hundred times on a hundred dates, I'd
ignored the one time Kylie had told me no. Wendy had wanted me to
force her and Kylie had wanted me to give her some time to think, and
somehow I'd managed to blow it with both of them.

How's that for irony? Pretty good, huh? Bet you didn't see that coming
and neither had I. Kylie probably hated me and I wouldn't blame her.
Even if I wasn't her boyfriend, I was still her brother and I should
have protected her the same way I'd tried to protect Ginny. Wendy
would hate me too because Kylie was her girlfriend as well and I'd
betrayed both of them. She'd be calling Kylie right now, I figured,
wanting to find out why I'd been acting so strange. Would Kylie say
anything? I had no idea, but whether she did or didn't, the irony
wasn't gonna stop there.

Fate was on a roll today.

"They're waiting for us," I said and my parents looked at me with a
mixture of curiosity, annoyance, and maybe even a little nervousness.

"I wish you'd explain what's going on, Jimmy," Mom said as Dad helped
her into her coat, kind of a silky trench coat thing in grey and it
weighed less than air.

"You'll find out, Mom, "I replied with a shrug and that wasn't an
answer intended to make her smile.

"Well, after we're done with whatever it is we're doing," she told us,
"we're going to have a little talk. Is that clear?"

"Yeah, Mom."

"Of course, dear," Dad agreed, because she'd been talking to him as
much as me.

We were both in trouble for the thing with Kylie. Mom wanted to know
why I'd been having sex with another boy and blamed my father for not
telling me that Kyle was my brother. She made it sound like I wouldn't
have fucked him if I hadn't known we were related and maybe that made
sense on Planet Incest, I wasn't sure.

"And why would Wendy's parents want to talk to us?" Mom continued. "I
don't like this."

"I know," Dad pursed his lips and he could probably think of a few
reasons, but they'd all be bad.

"Are you sure you don't know what this is about?" Mom asked, giving me
her bright blue eyes and any other time I would've wilted.

"Nope," I said, keeping my face blank and my mind full of Wendy.

She'd warned me, even prepared me for what I had to do, and I couldn't
let her down. It sounds silly maybe, I dunno, but that's the truth.
Wendy understood my mom a lot better than I did and she'd made me
promise not to break. If I did, then her whole plan would most likely
fall apart and our only backup plan was to hop a train, but Kylie had
a fear of trains, so...

"You don't think Wendy told her parents about us, do you?" Mom
wondered and I'd never seen her so high strung.

"No," Dad shook his head. "She wouldn't say anything."

"I don't like this," Mom repeated for the tenth time and I felt very
glad that the drive to Wendy's house was a short one. I was probably
more nervous than my parents were.

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Wendy's folks, Jerry and Jill, were nice. I liked them a lot and they
liked me, I thought. They didn't seem to mind me dating their only
daughter anyway and I'd been to their house many times. They knew my
parents too, but not very well or anything and so it did seem kind of
awkward at first, especially once we were all seated in the living
room.

Jerry, who looked like the insurance agent he was, sat in his favorite
chair, a big Lay-Z-Boy recliner, but not reclining at that particular
moment. He had pleasant looks, a nice friendly smile, and a spare tire
around the middle. He seemed to be the most comfortable person in the
room, but probably because he was used to talking to people and
conversation didn't make him nervous. Jerry sold a lot of insurance,
I'd heard, and I could see why.

Jill looked a lot like Wendy actually, except not quite so beautiful,
or young as she'd just turned thirty-nine for the third year in a row.
She had the same eyes though, dark jewels that seemed impenetrable at
times, but she also had Wendy's brilliant smile. I bet she'd probably
been a hottie at sixteen too, but I didn't really want to think about
my girlfriend's mom that way, so...You know. Jill sat in her favorite
chair and held the family cat, Jingy, rocking slightly and petting his
white fur.

My parents sat on the sofa, trying to look comfortable and smiling,
waiting for Wendy's parents to explain why they'd been invited over on
such short notice. Of course, Wendy's parents were wondering the same
thing since the invitation had come from Wendy and through me. None of
the adults sitting so patiently had any idea why they were there and
that had been step one of Wendy's plan - To get everyone together in
one place at one time.

"So..." Wendy's dad said with a smile, inviting my dad to say something.

"Well..." My mom drew a sigh for the benefit of Wendy's mom, hoping
she'd start explaining.

"Mom? Dad?" Wendy cleared her throat and she stood next to me and part
of me thought I should have been the one talking, since I was the
boyfriend and everything, but...That would have been really awkward!

"Yes dear?" Her mother looked at Wendy, everyone did. Even me.

"I have to tell you something, um..." Wendy reached for my hand I tried
to give her a reassuring squeeze.

"What is it?" her dad asked while my parents glanced at each other and
then stared at me.

"I'm pregnant," Wendy said.

The room got exceptionally quiet then and I could hear Jingy purring
softly in Jill's lap as her mouth fell open. Wendy's dad just sort of
blinked a whole bunch of times and my mom gave my dad a really dirty
look. I almost thought she was going to hit him for a second there and
if Mom wasn't careful, she might really screw everything up.

"Jimmy's the father," Wendy continued after a few seconds, glancing at
me and I nodded.

"I, uh...I'd like to ask your permission to marry your daughter," I said
slowly, looking at Wendy's dad and hoping he didn't own a gun.

I probably should have asked about that earlier, when Wendy had been
explaining her plan to me behind the old warehouse. I hadn't expected
him to turn quite so pale though and I suddenly hoped the man wouldn't
have a stroke or something; that would really be bad! He seemed to
recover after a few seconds, but only slowly as he took several slow,
deep breaths and tried to relax his clenched fists.

My mom hadn't seemed to notice however; she just turned her bright
blue eyes on me and I honestly couldn't tell what she was thinking. My
dad actually looked somewhat pleased, but I knew he wanted me to marry
Wendy anyway and that had been my parents' plan all along. They knew
the baby had to be my dad's too. He'd been the only one fucking her,
Mom had seen to that. But even if they'd wanted to make a fuss, what
could they say? My dad couldn't admit he'd been fucking Wendy and Mom
couldn't start calling Wendy a slut.

All they could do was sit there for the moment.

"Are you sure, Wendy?" her mother asked softly.

"Yeah, Mom," Wendy replied, offering just a tiny, apologetic smile. "I
guess that's why I've been acting so strange lately. I'm sorry."

"That's wonderful, Wendy!" My mom's smile surprised all of us. "I'm so
happy for you."

"Uh, thank you." She returned the smile with one of her own, but I
could sense Wendy's confusion and it mirrored my own. I mean, Mom
might have been satisfied that I wanted to marry the girl...But a
baby? I couldn't see Mom being too thrilled about that.

"I'm expecting too, you know," Mom said, touching her flat tummy and
obviously enjoying the look of astonishment on my girlfriend's face.

"You are?" My girlfriend squeezed my hand.

"Didn't Jimmy tell you the good news?" my mother wondered innocently.
"Hmph...I never thought you'd be the last to know!"

She stared just long enough to make sure Wendy knew exactly who the
father had to be. Then Mom turned to my dad and gave him a hug and a
kiss on the cheek for the benefit of Wendy's parents. I felt like I'd
just been punched in the nuts and I should have told Wendy that my mom
was pregnant, but I hadn't. Jesus! Those girls could fight dirty.

"Well..." Jill took a deep breath and she couldn't care less about my
mom's baby, but she remembered her good manners. "Congratulations,
Karen. That's very...nice."

"Thank you," Mom said sweetly. "We're so excited!"

Wendy's dad wanted to talk about his daughter though and he cleared
his throat, drawing my girlfriend's attention away from me finally.
Wendy had forced herself to stay calm, but the news that I'd fathered
a baby with my own mother wasn't what she wanted to hear, especially
while we stood in front of our parents asking for permission to get
married. She'd been squeezing my hand hard and giving me cold eyes
above her warm, fake smile.

"There's, uh...Have you thought about abortion?" her father asked, but
the tone of his voice told everyone in the room that Jerry wasn't
suggesting anything of the sort.

"No, Daddy," Wendy said quietly. "I'm not going to do that."

"Good," he said, nodding in agreement and Wendy had told me her dad
hated abortion, but I hadn't been so sure he wouldn't change his mind
under the circumstances.

"Jimmy asked me to marry him," my girlfriend continued. "I said yes,
Daddy."

"Of course he did," my mom interrupted happily. "I'm so proud of you,
Jimmy. And Wendy...You know how much David and I adore you."

"Like our own daughter," Dad agreed with a genuine smile.

"Yeah," Wendy managed to say with a smile. "I know exactly how you
feel about me."

She'd locked eyes with my mom and this was going to get ugly quick!

"Good," Mom purred. "Have you picked a date yet? The sooner the
better, I think, a girl like you..."

Thankfully, Mom didn't get to finish her thought. Wendy's parents
weren't quite so eager to see their little girl married off and her
mother unwittingly postponed the inevitable.

"There's always adoption," Jill said, glancing at my mom as if wishing
she'd shut-up. "You could have the baby and..."

"It's my baby," Wendy said. "I'm not going to give it away, Mom."

"Our baby," I said softly, smiling at Wendy and she sorta smiled back
at me. "We want to keep it," I said, looking at her parents. "I love
her."

"But you're only sixteen, Jim," her dad spoke up. "You can't get
married."

"We can get married if you agree to it," I told him. "We just need you
to sign the papers."

"Yep. That's right," my dad nodded and he would know since Mom had
only been sixteen on her wedding day.

"All of you," Wendy nodded, looking around the room at our parents.
"We can get married and we'll have a legitimate baby."

"Uhhh..." Her father sat back in his chair, still a bit pale and not
smiling at all as he stared at me. I'd fucked his little girl and he
knew it.

"But you still have school," Wendy's mom said. "And Jimmy works at a...
Where do you work again?"

"Winchell's," I said. "But we were thinking, um...We have a small
apartment over the garage. My mom and dad have been meaning to rent it
out, but we could live there and finish school."

"The garage?" Jerry narrowed his eyes.

"It's nice, Daddy," Wendy told him. "It has a little kitchen and a
bathroom and everything."

"No! You have to stay here," he said. "You're not even eighteen yet.
You can't move out."

"What a marvelous idea!" Mom gushed. "All we have to do is fix it up a
little more. We could even add another room for the baby, couldn't
we?"

"I think so," my dad nodded. "There's a lot of room up there. I can
call the contractor tomorrow and ask him to take a look."

"Oh, I think we might be getting ahead of ourselves," Wendy's mother
said slowly. "A baby is a big responsibility, Wendy. You have to think
about yourself...Your future..."

"Hmmm..." my mom nodded thoughtfully. "And of course I hate to ask this,
Wendy, but...Do you really know who the father is?

Mom just couldn't let it go without getting her claws bloody. The
opportunity was golden and she knew it.

"Excuse me?" Wendy stared at my mom and those two would throw down in
a heartbeat if we weren't careful.

"Shhh..." I breathed into Wendy's ear, holding her hand tightly and
trying to keep her calm.

"Karen didn't mean that," Dad said quickly, smiling apologetically at
Wendy's parents because they knew my mom had just called their
daughter a slut.

"I should hope not!" Jill said and her eyes had some lightning in them
too, just like Wendy's.

"I think, um...We should all think about this," Jerry said, being
diplomatic. "It's a lot of news for one night and, uh...We don't need to
decide right now, do we?"

"No, Daddy," Wendy said softly, turning into his little angel and I
sighed with relief.

"No sir," I echoed. "I just want to do what's best for Wendy."

"It might be a little late for that, son," he told me without a trace
of humor and I knew he felt that I'd let him down. I could see the
disappointment on his face, hear it in his voice, and it hurt.

We left shortly after that without much in the way of goodbyes, except
I did get to kiss Wendy right in front of her parents. That had been
her idea too and it wasn't a big kiss or anything, just a small one on
the lips, but still...Our first kiss in front of her mom and dad. That
made it pretty special, I thought.

"Kylie..." Wendy whispered as we followed my parents towards the front
door and I leaned closer.

"What about her?" I asked and Wendy pinched my ribs thought my shirt.
Hard too!

"Fix it," she told me as I winced.

"Yeah," I agreed with a hard swallow and I knew I'd been right.

Wendy had called Kylie and whether or not she new everything didn't
really matter; she knew I'd screwed up somehow and I had to make it
right. Wendy had hidden her anger with me about as long as she could,
but that pinch had been wicked! Ouch! And I knew it wouldn't compare
to the real pain my girlfriend could inflict on me if she wanted to.
Wendy loved me, sure, she even wanted to marry me, but she loved Kylie
too...and so did I.

Unfortunately, I had other things to worry about before I could
concentrate on somehow making up for what I'd done to Kylie.

"You knocked her up?" My mom yelled at my dad in the front seat of the
car. "I thought you were going to get checked? What's wrong with you?"

"I did get checked," Dad calmly replied and I had no idea what they
were talking about. "It can't be mine."

"Then whose baby is it?" Mom asked, turning her head to look at me.
"You couldn't have..." she narrowed her eyes at me. "Wendy told us you
never had sex with her."

"Ummm..." This wasn't part of the plan because the baby was supposed to
be Dad's. "She said it's yours."

"Mine?" My dad shook his head and actually smiled which only confused
me all the more.

"Your father had a vasectomy years ago," Mom told me. "He got his
sperm count checked last..."

"Last June," Dad said. "I'm still shootin' blanks."

"So whoever else that little slut's been fucking knocked her up," Mom
snorted. "And you think you're in love with her?"

"Damn! Wendy cheated on me too," Dad chuckled. "I wonder if she even
knows who the father really is."

"Well, she obviously wants to blame it on you, Dave," Mom said before
turning to give me a sad look. "My poor Jimmy. She lied to all of us
and now she's looking for a way out. I knew she would. When are you
going to learn to trust me?"

"I love her," I sighed and that had always been my best and only
answer.

"She's carrying someone else's baby," Mom almost laughed. "It could be
anyone's! The little whore can't stay off her back for ten minutes; I
don't even know why she buys shoes!"

"Be a hell of a thing if it came out black," Dad said. "Jesus! That
girl has some balls though, I'll give her that."

"Black?" I rolled my eyes and fell backwards onto the seat.

"I hope it is black," Mom said with a smile. "A girl like her deserves
it, not to mention her mother...Did you see the way she looked at me?"

"No, Mom." I looked out the window and the drive home seemed to be a
lot longer than I remembered it.

"Well, at least they're getting married," Dad said, earning a dirty
look from my mom.

"And you'll be moving into the garage," she told him. "After the
wedding, you talk her into an abortion, understand me?

"Yeah," he nodded and I couldn't believe they were talking like that!

"Both of you," Mom said, staring at me as I sat alone in the big back
seat. "You talk to her, Jimmy, for all the good that'll do."

"But..." I frowned.

"Your wife is not having some stranger's baby," she decided. "Or
yours, I don't care what she thinks."

"Then why do you even want us to get married?" I asked, desperately
wanting to vent my frustration. "I mean...What's the point?"

"The point?" She narrowed her eyes. "I love you."

"Uh!" I laughed at that because, "That doesn't explain anything, Mom!"

"I wanted you," she said. "And your father wants Wendy; this way
everybody's happy."

"I'm not feeling very happy, Mom," I sighed. "I love her."

"And you love me too," she smiled. "You're just trading Wendy for me...
Don't you think I'm worth it?"

"This is crazy," I said. "What's Wendy got to do with it? That's what
I'm asking. Why her? Dad can get a different girl, can't he?"

"I love her," he said before my mom could answer. "After I popped her
cherry, I couldn't get her out of my head."

"What?" I blinked at him.

"We just need some time together," he shrugged. "Wendy loves me; she
just doesn't know it yet."

"I just want to see your father happy," Mom said as they shared a
smile. "He's been so good to me. To both of us, Jimmy. You should
appreciate how much your father loves you."

"She told me Randy Hanson did it," I swallowed hard. "You told me!"

"Well..." Dad shrugged. "I guess it's better you know the truth."

"What truth?"

"You remember that pool party we had when you first started dating
Wendy?" he asked. "When we met her parents...Anyway, I accidentally
walked in on her while Wendy was changing clothes and..."

"Accidentally!" Mom giggled.

"...she looked so damned beautiful," Dad sighed. "Fifteen and never been
kissed."

"Never been fucked either," Mom said with a smile for me.

"She tried to say no, but a slut like Wendy..." he glanced over his
shoulder at me. "You remember what I told you. She wanted it, I could
tell."

"You...raped her?" I stared at him, feeling my heart pounding and my
hands were clenched so hard they probably hurt, but I couldn't feel
them. I couldn't feel anything but anger.

"Rape?" Dad shook his head. "That's an ugly word. I convinced her and
you know what?"

"What?" I breathed, trembling as I fought the adrenaline rushing
through my blood.

"She came back for more," he chuckled. "They always do, Jimmy. She had
to cry a little and moan about how much she loved you and all that,
but..."

"I had a nice heart-to-heart with her," Mom interrupted. "Explained
how it wasn't your father's fault at all."

"Well, whose fault was it?"

"Wendy's!" Mom laughed. "She seduced her boyfriend's dad. She fucked
him on your own bed, Jimmy, while you were outside eatin a hotdog. I
explained to her that only a slut would do something like that."

"You told Wendy she was a slut?" I asked softly. "After he raped her?"

"I told you, I didn't rape her, Jimmy," Dad said. "No doesn't always
mean no, remember?"

"Especially for Wendy!" Mom laughed lightly. "I was a little worried
about her at first, but I managed to get her alone with your friend
Chris..."

"Chris? What?"

"The Valentine's Dance," she said. "I organized the decorating
committee for the PTA, remember? All I had to do was put a little bug
in the boy's ear and, well...Wendy didn't put up much of a fight."

"What do you mean?"

"I told Chris your girlfriend was a horny slut," Mom smirked and she
was actually enjoying this. "He was so nervous, but I told him that he
didn't have to worry. Wendy would say no, but she wouldn't mean it."

"I guess she didn't!" Dad chuckled.

"I was so proud of her," my mother sighed happily. "I wouldn't even
let Wendy clean herself up afterwards. I just dried her eyes and
slapped her butt, and sent her back into the gym."

"She was crying?" I asked with a hard swallow.

"A little," she shrugged. "Oh! But they weren't real tears, Jimmy.
She's a good actress, believe me. Do you want to see the video?"

"Video?"

"Of Wendy and Chris," Mom nodded. "You don't think I wanted Chris to
fuck her in the storage room just because I felt sorry for the boy, do
you?"

"We wanted to give her a little more..." Dad searched for the word he
wanted.

"Incentive," Mom said. "Wendy had some strange ideas about telling you
what she'd done and I couldn't bear seeing you hurt that way."

"We were protecting you, Jim," my father agreed. "The girl would've
broken your heart."

"Wendy was just confused," Mom told me. "But after she saw the video,
well...She knew she was a slut."

"So you blackmailed her?"

"Blackmail...Rape..." Dad sighed as he pulled into the driveway. "Where do
you get these ideas, Jim?"

"But she wouldn't be in trouble just for having sex with Chris," I
said slowly, trying to stay calm and figure this out before I really
went crazy.

"Of course not," my mother smiled. "That's why she had to fuck all
those other boys too!"

"What?"

"Your girlfriend is quite the little pornstar," she giggled. "All
those nights while you were working, Wendy was fucking your friends
from school."

"Right upstairs," Dad chuckled, turning off the engine as we were
parked in the garage. "We built that little apartment just for her."

"I'd almost forgotten how eager teenage boys could be," Mom said. "All
they had to do was promise not to tell and they could fuck Wendy all
night long."

"We could have made some real money," Dad sighed wistfully. "That girl
is nasty!"

"That would've been illegal dear!" Mom grinned at him and then turned
her smile on me. "It's amazing what a girl like Wendy will do after
thirty or forty cocks have had her."

"Can you imagine the look on Jill's face?" Dad asked.

"Poor Jerry!" Mom nodded with theatrical sympathy. "I thought he was
going to have a heart attack."

"You have thirty videos?" I stared at my mom and she seemed to think
about it for a minute.

"Closer to fifty, I think."

"The girl loves sex, Jimmy," Dad said. "But so does your mother."

"Speaking of which..." Mom opened her door as we'd been sitting in the
parked car for several minutes by then, "...all of this talk about Wendy
has really got me...Ohhh...Excited!"

She was giggling and smiling, biting her bottom lip seductively, and
looking as amazingly sexy as ever.

"Maybe we should go upstairs," she suggested as I got out of the car
slowly. "You can fuck me on Wendy's bed. Would you like that, Jimmy?"

"Yeah, um..." I licked my lips. "Hold on a second."

I'd gotten out of the backseat on the driver's side, the same time as
my dad, and about the time he turned around I clocked him as hard as I
could in the nose.

WHAM!

I nailed the fucker and I'd always thought my dad was huge, you know?
Like a giant because he was my dad and I'd always looked up to the
man. Even as I got older and grew bigger, he always made me feel small
by comparison. Facing him was like facing God and I was a little
pissed at Him too, but my dad was closer and when he dropped, I think
it surprised me more than anyone.

Blood gushed from his nose and I might've broken it. I'd never hit
anyone so hard in my life and I'd played a lot of hockey! Dad hadn't
seen it coming either and his eyes watered and blood ran down his chin
and onto the business suit he still wore. Fuck! I'd nailed him good
and he had to look up at me now. I wanted to hit him again, I really
did, but I didn't.

"Stay down," I told him and then my mom screamed.

"Jimmy! What did you do? Are you crazy?" She stood there frozen for a
second and then ran around the car, slipping on the cement and almost
falling as she broke a heel.

Dad started getting up, muttering something under his breath, but the
words were unintelligible.

BAM!!

I hit him again and that one almost broke my hand because I'd caught
him over the left eye and the man had a thick skull. Dad hadn't
expected that shot either, I guess, but it's hard to think clearly
after a punch to the nose anyway. It really fucks a person up for a
few minutes and so I probably shouldn't have hit him again, but I'd
done it and now Dad was just kinda sprawled out with Mom kneeling
beside him.

"Stop it, Jimmy!" Mom screamed. "What have you done? What's wrong with
you?"

"I think I broke my hand," I said, not trying to be funny, but it did
make me laugh for some reason.

I felt drunk or high or...something. I felt like I do after sex
sometimes, except I felt the hole in my gut too. The emptiness where
my parents used to be and I stumbled a few steps, leaning against
Dad's BMW and finally puking on the floor. It just came up, bile
mostly because I hadn't eaten much at all that day. It burned and
tasted cold and bitter and I spit it out and wiped my ragged mouth on
my sleeve.

"You hit him! He's not waking up!" Mom kept yelling as I walked away
and I'd been tempted to hit her too, but I couldn't do that. I loved
her. "Jimmy! I need help! Call an ambulance."

I stopped and this is the part of the movie where the hero just walks
away, but that was my dad laying there and my mom crying and...Fuck! He
didn't need an ambulance.

"Look out," I said, pushing my mom out of the way and she fell on her
butt blinking at me.

"Is he dead?" she asked.

"No, he's not dead," I sighed. "Just shut-up. He's probably got a
little concussion or something."

My father was breathing, but being knocked out, he was blowing crimson
bubbles as his mouth filled with blood and that was no good. I rolled
him onto his side to let the blood drain onto the floor. I'd seen this
before on the ice the first time Alan had broke his nose. He'd been
out cold for three or four minutes and ended up going to the hospital
for a concussion. Not because of his nose, but because his head had
slammed onto the ice pretty hard and I imagined the same thing had
happened to my dad. I wasn't really too worried about him.

"Is he okay? What's wrong with him? Why won't he wake up?" Mom kept
asking and then dad sputtered and coughed, blinking his eyes and
trying to sit up.

"Just stay there," I told her. "Don't move too much. You remember
anything?"

"You hit me," he said in a wet, nasal voice. "My head hurts."

"See? He's fine." I turned to look at my mom and ended up catching
her.

"Oh God!" she gasped, kissing my face and hugging me as I tried to
push her away. "I love you so much! You're a real man now! Oh Jimmy!"

"Mom! Ugh...Mom...Let me...Stop it..." I said, kind of fighting her actually
because my mom wouldn't let go.

"Make love to me!" she breathed. "Fuck me, Jimmy. Right here! I need
you inside me!"

Dad sort of pushed himself up slowly, enough so he could lean against
the wheel of his BMW. He held his tie against his nose, trying to stop
the bleeding while Mom's mouth found mine and her tongue filled me.
She had to be crazy! Her husband sat beat up and bloody three feet
away from us and she wanted to have sex with the guy who'd done it?
Never mind the fact that I was her son. Jesus! She kissed me long and
deep and had me laying on the floor of the garage with her body
rubbing mine.

I still felt seriously giddy from that little fight. All that
adrenaline didn't just go away like magic, it was still in me. My cock
had grown stiff in my pants and Mom started rubbing it, working at my
belt buckle to get at my dick. I had to stop her. I mean, I really
didn't like my mom at all right then. I'd have clocked her too, except
she was a woman, and now I pushed my tongue into her eager mouth and
yanked at her skirt, tearing it down her hips and ass with a tearing
sound.

We were undressing each other frantically, sucking each other's
tongues and gasping at the hot air trapped between our open mouths.
She wore stockings and a real garter belt and I pulled it away with a
stretch and a snap, grabbing Mom's ass with my other hand and taking
her firm round cheek in my fist. She had my cock free by then and Mom
started jerking me off almost violently, painfully as we wrestled. I
rolled her onto her back and wedged myself between her thighs,
thrusting my prick through her fingers as she brought me to her steamy
cunt.

"Uhmph!" I grunted loudly, driving my cock deep into my mother's wet
hole. She groaned with me, nodding her head and clawing at my back
with her fingernails.

"Yes! Jimmy! Harder! Fuck me...Harder!" she begged breathlessly, lifting
her knees so I could take her legs and put them over my shoulders.

"Ahhh...Fuck! Mom...I hate you!" I growled, wincing as I leaned into
her, pinning her to the cold hard floor beneath my weight.

"I love you!" she whimpered in reply, cumming just that quickly with a
sharp spasm of her pussy around my dick.

We fucked through her first orgasm and then a second, and I couldn't
have stopped if I'd wanted to. I rammed my prick into her cum flooded
hole like a machine, grunting with the effort and refusing to do
anything else. I couldn't forgive her. I couldn't love her. I had
nothing but anger in my heart and I fucked her with that too. I said
terrible things, called my mother a slut and a whore, wished her out
of my life forever, and promised the woman I'd never fuck her again.
This was the last one and after it was finished, I'd never touch her
again.

"Ummm..." I groaned, arching my back and holding myself balls deep
inside my mother's womb.

My cock pulsed rapidly, pouring creamy ejaculate into her cunt while
we shared a desperate kiss born of passion and revenge. And in all
honesty, I couldn't tell the two emotions apart, nor separate them
from anything I felt just then. I didn't even know why we were doing
it, except maybe fucking my mother didn't seem to be a whole lot
different from hitting my father, and I guess that's as good a reason
as any.

"I love you so much," Mom sighed, smiling up at me as I regained my
senses. "I'm so proud of you."

"I gotta go," I said, blinking at my dad as he sat there watching us.

"What? Go where?" she asked, frowning as I pulled my long, wet cock
out of her incestuous hole. "Jimmy. Stay with me. Where are you
going?"

"To see my girlfriend." I stood up and started fixing my clothes,
pushing my semi-hard cock inside my boxers as I pulled them up.

"Wendy?" Mom frowned. "But...Why?"

"No," I smiled unhappily. "My other girlfriend, the one who hates me
now."

"I don't understand. What girlfriend?" Mom sat up slowly and I could
see our mixed cum leaking from her raw, gaping sex to puddle beneath
her ass.

I didn't bother trying to explain, I just left her sitting there in
the mess we'd made.


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