amused.
“This my daughter, Kathy,” said Mum, “and this is Harry, and that handsome brute next to him is Carl.” We nodded at each other and then I turned to Mum to see what all this meant. “Carl has been my lover for quite a while,” said Mum in reply to my silent question. “And Harry helps him out sometimes. Your aunt and I come here regularly. In fact, you might say we're their best customers, isn't that right, boys?”
“Yes indeed,” nodded Carl.
“Customers?” My head felt very fuzzy at that moment This wasn't the mother I knew! Mum actually seemed urbane and swinging, sitting there holding her fancy drink and talking about lovers. What had happened to the zombie?
“Carl and Harry make a Irving out of filling in the gaps left by busy husbands,” Aunt Liz explained. “Really, it doesn't cost much more than a reasonable session at the beauty parlor, so it's well worth it. And when you pay for something, you get exactly what you want-an inestimable advantage, you see?”
“I didn't think you would have to pay for it, either of you,” I said lamely.
“Take my word for it, my dear,” said Mum, “it works out far better this way. Saves me having to sit in bars day in, day out.”
That put the finishing touches to my trauma. I just couldn't picture Mum sitting in a bar asking for a match from oily strangers. “Well, well,” I said finally, “and I thought you'd given up on sex long ago.”
“Not me, Kathy, but your father did-ten years ago, as a matter of fact.”
“Ten years ago? Why does that seem to make sense to me?”
“Because that's when you did something to him that made him long for other kinds of sex, the kinds I couldn't give.” There wasn't a trace of bitterness in Mum's voice as she said it. She knew that my seven-year-old's mind hadn't been able to grasp the implications of sitting with my naked little pussy on Dad's erect cock. “Yes,” she went on, “that's what did it As a result I had to find my pleasure elsewhere. Liz has been a big help to me in that field because she knows it backwards. Thanks to her I found Carl and Harry.”
The two men just lounged back, sipping from their drinks at infrequent intervals. They were listening, yet they seemed far away. Both of them were so handsome, so strong-one look at them made me aware of what Mum liked about them.
“And it was your aunt who suggested a possible remedy to the situation at home,” said Mum. “When you were due to come back from school she said it might be possible to get Dad over his incestuous desires simply by satisfying them.”
“Aha!” I said. Now the pieces all fell into place. “So it was you who arranged for Aunt Liz to babysit Bob and me, right?”
“Of course. And I asked her to move in with us as a sort of agent provocateur. Not only that, but guess who persuaded your father's secretary to take a day off?”
“You? Jesus, Mum, that was a stroke of genius.”
“Was it? Then tell me how it worked out,” I had to go through the story again. Mum and Aunt Liz were a captive audience. Not a detail could be bypassed. When they heard how he'd gone along with the seduction, they beamed openly. But then I got to the part where he'd chickened out and their faces fell. “Damn!” said Mum. “I was sure he'd go all the way!”
“Seems like your old man has real problems, baby,” said Carl.
“Shut up, Carl,” Mum snapped back. “This is beyond your ken.”
“Sorry.” He got up and made drinks for everyone, then passed them around on a tray. Mum took one without blinking, or thanking him. The room fell silent for several minutes. She and Aunt Liz were lost in thought looking for a way to get Dad to cross the bridge.
“He's hopeless alright,” said Mum suddenly. She lifted her glass and toasted each one of us. “Still, he's only human. Another good push ought to do the trick.”
“Wait a minute,” I said, getting to my feet. “I'm doing my best to work all this out… am I to understand that your plan was to plunge the whole family into incest just to help Dad get over his problems?”
“Roughly speaking, yes.”
“Isn't that a little…” I couldn't find the word.
“Precipitate? Oh, probably,” said Mum. “I thought it was a good idea at the time, though, and still do. It's not only our sex lives that are at stake, you see, but the family itself. There's too much distance between all of us and I've grown tired of that. Perhaps sex will reunite us.”
“Boy,” I said, “that's really knocked me for a homer. It's like I never knew you! But I love your plan, Mum.”
“Good.” She downed her drink and slapped the glass down on the table as if to signify that the time for talking was over. Carl got up at once and approached her, a querying look on his face. “Yes, I'd say it was time,” she told him.
He took off his shirt and exposed his bronzed, muscular torso to her, pausing for a moment to make his biceps ripple suggestively. I shivered suddenly. The look in Mum's eyes was different from anything I'd ever seen there before… a sort of naked lust appeared, unabashed, the look of a woman who knows exactly what she wants and has had it many times. She leaned back in her chair, recrossing her legs with bravado, and held her glass up for him to get a refill. Carl took it over to the buffet, walking like a cat, his muscles rippling harmoniously along his powerful back. He did it deliberately, I could tell that. But it still thrilled me to watch him. I could just imagine him putting all that strength into fucking me-such a powerhouse!
He handed Mum her drink, lit a cigarette for her, then knelt down before her and began to caress one of her knees. She just sipped and smoked, gazing up toward the ceiling as though she was all by herself. Harry sat with his arms folded waiting for his cue. And Aunt Liz moved her chair closer to mine to watch the show.
The room fell silent Only the whisking sound of Carl's hands running over Mum's nylons could be heard. His hands were advancing along her thighs but very carefully, inch by inch; and when he moved up too far too soon Mum leaned down and slapped his wrists severely. “Take your time!” she said. Carl retreated to her knees, bending his head ruefully. Slowly, ever so slowly, his big strong hands began the journey up her thighs once more, caressing and kneading, working into Mum's ample flesh, moving her dress out of the way at the same time. I pinched myself to make sure I was fully awake. She was so cool, so controlled! Where had the domestic drudge gone?
Carl's hands had disappeared under her skirt I figured he had to be feeling up her pussy but it was hard to be sure. Mum's face gave no indication of anything. He began to kiss her knees, looking somewhat abject in that position. Nonchalantly, Mum uncrossed her legs and set both feet down on the ground with quite a bit of space between them In spite of this lascivious position, she remained aloof. She extinguished her cigarette and snapped her fingers at Harry, who hurried over to light another one for her. Instead of returning to the couch, though, he remained standing by her side. And Mum, with all the ease of a housewife checking the texture of a cucumber, reached out and fondled his balls through his pants.
I looked over at Aunt Liz, but she gave me no comfort. She sat forward, her elbows on her knees, her face resting on her hands, completely absorbed in the low-key ceremony. Carl had his head under Mum's dress now and was moving right along. The bulge under her dress moved from side to side, approaching her crotch with steady sureness, and Mum just sat there smoking and fondling, her eyes half-closed as though she was dozing off.
As though a signal had been given, Harry and Carl suddenly changed position. They stood at either side of her and helped her up out of her chair. Mum stood up straight and allowed them to undress her. They worked quickly and deftly, undoing the buttons and zips, letting the dress slide down to around her ankles and pulling it away as she lifted her feet, folding it neatly over a nearby chair, and returning for her undergarments. Mum looked so good to me at that moment. In the curtain-filtered daylight her sensual body took on soft shades that emphasized her sexuality, the very aspect of her that I'd forgotten about Now I saw how she and her sister were very much alike, physically and mentally. In this erotic situation Mum carried herself with imperturbable poise. It was her territory, her specialty.
Harry unsnapped the catches of her bra and Carl took the garment by the cups and removed it reverently. Her tits sagged slightly under their own weight but they still had an upward slope to them and the nipples were hard and proud. Like her sister, Mum had put on a few extra pounds-but in all the right places. Her panties bulged with good solid meat rounded and one hundred percent woman! It became more difficult for me to sit still. The tight trousers of the men couldn't conceal their large erections, and, as if that wasn't exciting enough, Carl pressed his loins hard against Mum's ass and moved into her most suggestively.
