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The Pendant by SupMario

Chapter One

I walked along the shore of the beach, aimlessly kicking at a beer can
someone had dropped there and wondered at how easily my life had been
turned upside down in the past 3 years.  First my father dying in a
car accident, and then my mother marrying that creep Mike.  

I still think Mom married him out of fear of rejecting him than any
feelings she might have felt for him.  Mike was an ex-jock, having
retired some years earlier from playing professional football, and was
used to getting what he wanted.  And he had wanted Mom alright.  They
had met at some party and he had apparently gotten her stinking drunk
and screwed her brains out.

Not that I blaimed him, Mom was really pretty and still beautiful at
34.  She had short shoulder length blonde hair and an amazing figure.
Mike had all but claimed her as his own after only a few dates and he
had proposed to her soon after, marrying her in a small ceremony out
of town.  The one thing that didn't fit in his plans was me.

He didn't like the idea of raising someone else's kid and had already
made steps to starting a family, as Mom was now pregnant.  The two of
us just didn't get along, but I tried to be civil with him for Mom's
sake.  All had been going okay for a while, Mom got further along
while I concentrated on my schoolwork.  

Another reason Mike and I disliked each other was the fact that I was
your typical over-achieving brainiac like Dad and he was a jock.  He
had even tried to badger me into trying out for football of all
things!  Sheesh.

Then there was his drinking.  To say he drank a lot was an
understatement.  His favorite drink was straight whiskey and he tons
of the stuff at our house.  But the worst part of all this is I had
caught him beating on my Mom.  He would get drunk and beat the crap
out of her if she so much as looked at him wrong.  I had tried to help
Mom once or twice and he had

turned his attentions on me and beat me silly.

After that, I was too scared to stop him and went upstairs to my room
whenever he got that drunk.  I longed for some way of stopping him,
but he was four times as big as me and strong as an ox.

So here I was, walking along the beach, kicking at empty beer cans
while even now he was at home beating on my pregnant mother.  I hated
him with every fiber of my being and I wished there was ...

I glanced down at the sandy beach below my feet and looked at the
shiny metal object I'd just stepped on.  It was a small silver
necklace with some sort of green gem hanging from it.  It looked
expensive and I wondered why someone would leave something like that
lying around.  There wasn't anyone else on the beach with me so I
thought 'what the heck, finders keepers' and picked it up, slipping it
into my pocket and heading back to my bike, wanting to examine it in
my 'lab' at home.

I had fixed up our attic as a sort of 'lab' where I could perform the
various experiments and private things that teenagers like to do with
a certain degree of privacy.  The attic door had a lock on the inside
and I could lock myself away up there and be alone for extended
periods if I wanted.  Luckily, it was air conditioned, or I wouldn't
be spending so much time up there.

When I got back home, Mom was cooking dinner in the kitchen and had a
black eye!  I went up to her and quietly asked her if she was okay and
she nodded her head yes and went back to cooking.  I knew she didn't
like admitting to me how much pain he caused her, and was too afriad
of him to deny him anything.  It was then that I realized that she
didn't love him at all, she feared and hated him and much as I did.
She didn't tell me this of course, but that silent pleading she gave
me before turning back to her cooking told me all I needed to know.

I was going to kill the son of a bitch.

I kissed her on the cheeck and told her I loved her and went up to the
attic, eager to look at the strange necklace I had found.  I went up
the steps two at a time and locked the door behind me.  I walked over
to the corner and sat on the old couch while digging the item out of
my back pocket.

It was a thin silver necklace with a small round emerald hanging from
it.  The green gem seemed to glow slightly and was icy cold to the
touch.  Intrigued, I put it around my neck and slipped it under my
shirt, suddenly feeling somehow that it was meant to be there, for
some odd reason.

I messed around a little while and went back downstairs to dinner when
Mom called me.  I sat down at the dinner table and was glad to see
that Mike had sobered up and was acting more civil then usual, which
probably meant he was feeling guilty for beating on Mom.  Serves you
right, creep, I thought to myself while eating.  There was a strained
silence at the table while we ate, and I left the table after thanking
Mom for the meal and went back upstairs to take care of my homework.

After an hour or so I had things taken care of and proceeded
downstairs to watch some television.  As soon as I left the attic I
could tell that something was wrong.  Something in the air, I don't
know, but then I heard the scream, my mother's scream.  I ran into
their bedroom and there he was, bottle of whiskey in one hand and his
leather belt in other hand, whipping her helpless form screaming on
their bed.  She was naked and her bulging stoumach showed her
pregnancy clearly.

He had created a new life in her and now he was beating her?!?  I was
filled with rage and hate for this evil man and threw myself at him.
He didn't hear me coming and I knocked him to the ground and wrestled
the belt away from him, but he quickly overpowered me and had me
pinned to the floor.

"Stupid brat, this doesn't concern you!"  He grimaced down at me,
obviously trying to frighten me.  Not this time.

"DROP DEAD!!"  I put all of my hate for the man into the statement and
much to my amazement, just as he was getting up off of me, right as I
said it, he fell back on the floor unconcious.  Surprised and nervous,
I went over to him and felt for a pulse.  I had taken a first aid
class the year before and now put it to use, feeling for signs of
life.  The guy was dead!  He really HAD 'dropped dead' as I... but no,
surely it was just a coincidence.  People don't just die on request.
That was silly.

About this time Mom came to her senses and told me to call 911.  I did
and soon the ambulance spirited usa away to the hospital where Mike
Fontuna was pronounced dead on arrival.  The official cause was a
massive heart attack.  Mom was pretty borken up about it but as soon
as the doctor came over to tell us the news he took one look at Mom
and made her let him examined her.  She had a slight concussion and
her eye was swollen shut.

After the police talked to us and the doctors got through with Mom we
finally got back home and we sat down on the couch and Mom finally
broke down and cried out three years of pain and loss.  I held her in
my arms as she cried herself out and we both wound up falling asleep
there in each other's arms there on the couch.

The next morning I woke up before Mom did and just sat there as she
lay in my arms, sleeping peacefully, looking angelic.  I stroked her
silky blonde hair and hugged her as she awoke.  She smiled dreamily at
me and I grinned back at her.

"Good Morning, Mom.  How are you feeling?"  Her eye was looking
better, I noticed.

"Mmm, better honey.  Thanks for stinking up for me last night, you
were very brave."  

Mom got up and went to her bathroom to take a shower and I went to the

kitchen to fix us some breakfast.  It was ready by the time she was
clean and dressed and the happy look she gave me when I called her in
to eat was well worth the little trouble it had taken to fix the meal
for her.

Making her happy was very important to me.  After the hell she had
been through in the last few years, she deserved some peace and
happiness for a change, and I wasn't going to let anyone else hurt her
ever again either.

Not ever, I silently vowed.

Mike's sister Mary, a surprisingly nice lady, came over and she went
over the funeral arrangements with Mom.  Mary was thankfully willing
to take on most of the details and left my Mom and me some space.
Next on our list was the police who came and made a report and talked
to both of us seperately and then together, getting the facts
straight.

After the police left, Mike's lawyer came over and went over the
sizeable life insurance policy which we were about to recieve.  It was
a lot of money!  Well, the bastard had done something right at least.
Mom and I would live very comfortably with that kind of money.

After that, an almost endless stream of family members, both on our
side and Mike's side stopped by to console us, but finally that
evening the visits stopped coming and Mom and I were left to our own
devices.  Both exhausted, we called out for pizza and curled up on the
couch together and watched a movie while we cuddled and just enjoyed
being together.  

"Tony honey, I'm so glad you're here to comfort me.  I need someone to
hold me right now and I'm so glad I have you to help me get through
this mess." She hugged me and kissed me lightly on the lips, perhaps
intending the kiss to be an innocent, motherly kiss, but as soon as
her soft lips touched mine, some spark swept through us and we were
suddenly kissing each other hungrily, passionately.  Her lips parted
and my tongue went inside her inviting mouth and danced feverishly
with her tongue as we french kissed lovingly.

As we kissed, our clothes were ripped from our feverish bodies and we
were fondling each other, feeling all over each other's bodies.  I
kneeded and pinched her hardening nipples as she stroked my hard cock
to attention.  Without a word being said, she climbed up further into
my lap and impaled herself on my rock hard shaft.  We both let out a
soft sigh as our bodies were joined intimately, as I returned to the
womb that I came out of.

I had never thought of my mother in a sexual way before, but with one
simple act, we were suddenly lovers.  And I realized that I was
completely, hopelessly in love with this wonderful, beautiful woman.
She bagan rutting up and down on top of me, setting a rythem as we
slowly made love to each other.  I marvelled at her slightly swollen
belly, the only evidence of her pregnancy, and looked up into her eyes
which were closed and a beautiful expression of joy was on her face.

Soon she was bucking wildly atop me and screaming out her exstacy, as
wave after wave of pleasure hit her.  Her tightly clasping vagina
milking my cock for all it was worth, finally sending me over the edge
as jet after jet of my love juices gushed into her greedy pussy.  She
settled down beside me and put her head down on my shoulder and
purred.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, honey."

We fell asleep in each other's arms again and slept peacefully until I
woke up hearing cries and whimpers and found Mom having a bad dream.
I shook her gently until she awoke with a start.  

"You were having a bad dream, Mom.  C'mon, lets go up and get in bed,
it'll be alot more comfortable than the couch."  I took her hand and
led her up to my bedroom and we laid down together in my large
double-sized waterbed and we cuddled together, falling asleep in each
other's arms.
 
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