John’s Little Family Affair 3

When John arrived home from school that day, Joy was waiting, and she
was livid. Judy was still at work, and the girls were with friends. Joy
met John at the door. He took one look at her icy countenance and said,
“I know, I know, I fucked up.”

“You’re damn right you fucked up.” John dropped his books on the sofa
and let himself be led to the dining table. Joy sat him down and took a
seat across the same corner, saying, “You did some things very right,
but too many that were very wrong. If you’re going to freelance, tell
me now so I can start looking for an apartment.”

“Look, I know I need you. I found out the hard way. You call all the
shots from now on. I swear.”

“It may be too late for that.”

“I think everything’s okay, though. Before she left, she was feeling
real good. I could have fucked her in the parking lot if I hadn’t
left.”

“Oh, she was feeling good, all right. She came straight home and took
the whole morning off. It took me that long to calm her down. When she
got home, she was so angry with herself, I thought she was going to ask
me to whip her. An hour later, she wanted to take the day off and shop
for micro mini skirts. An hour after that, she made me take a belt to
her naked ass. Then right as she was leaving for work, she said she’d
be home late because she wanted to buy at least one micro mini. She’s
going through mood swings like a psychopath. That’s not good, Junior.”

“I don’t get it. I’ve never had that trouble with any other chick.”

“This chick is your mother, you dumb ass. She is so hot for your bod
she can’t think straight. She’s also one of the straightest mothers
I’ve ever met. She has never had an incestuous thought in her life,
until today. Now, she can’t think of anything else, and it’s driving
her crazy. On the positive side, though, I think the worst is over, and
this just might move things along nicely.”

“I thought we were home free when she drove off.”

“You could fuck her this evening if that were the goal. It’s not. Just
fucking her once, before she’s psychologically ready, won’t help one
iota, and could spell disaster. Her recoil from that fuck might put you
in your father’s house and me in the poor house. You have to fuck her
when I tell you she’s ready, and you can’t fuck me until she is
thoroughly accustomed to being your lover. When its all out in the
open, and everyone has seen you two screwing, when she feels
comfortable enough to walk naked through this house with your sperm
running down her legs, then, and only then, can I approach her about
sharing her boy toy.”

“Holy shit! Do you think that’s possible? Could she ever get to that
point where she’d walk naked in front of Brenda and Bonnie with my
sperm running down her legs.”

“I see you like that idea a lot.”

“Fuckin’ ‘A’!”

“If you follow my directions to the letter, I guarantee it. Here,
picture things this way. See you mother as a pendulum. She’s resting on
a table that’s on a boat. When you do something sexual to her, you set
the pendulum in motion. Afterward, the arm swings the other way.
Eventually, the swings will slow to a stop. Do it wrong and it’s like
rocking the boat. Keep fucking up, and that’s like tilting the table
while the boat’s rocking. The pendulum just gets wilder and wilder
until eventually, it topples off the table. Now, that can mean anything
from suicide to your being committed or sent away. Do you understand my
analogy?”

“Yeah, I think I do. That helps me a lot. Wow, Joy, you really know
your stuff, don’t you?”

“I know women, and I know your mom best of all. I am not about to risk
toppling her from the table, so if you fuck up one more time–rock the
boat or tilt the table–the deal’s off. I am not going to let her get
hurt. I know what she wants, and I know how much she can take. Even
after we get her onboard, I will tell you what you can and can’t do
with her. If you ever defy me and hurt that woman, I’ll cut your
fucking balls off. That’s all you need to understand.”

“I do. I really do. I love her as much as you do, maybe more. I’ve
learned to respect you. I trust you. I worried at first, but I do now.
I’m glad you’re looking out for her. So, how can we fix things?”

“Let things cool off. You don’t initiate anything. Keep showing
interest in her legs, especially if you see her showing you some leg.
Touch her ass a few times. I think she’d be disappointed if you didn’t
take her up on that offer. By the way, how did you know about her
legs?”

“What about them?”

“You just got lucky, huh? Well, you hit her right in her weakness. She
loves her legs. Her legs are her number one erogenous zone; in fact,
her legs are a sex organ. I can’t blame her. If I had legs like hers,
I’d be in love with them, too. I wasn’t going to tell you about her
legs until we were ready to move in for the kill. Now that she thinks
you’re a leg man, she expects you to pay attention to them. You’ll
cause more stress if you don’t. When you see a come-on, you have to
come on. This will make things very tricky. This will be like juggling
dynamite. If you go too far, she’ll rape you; don’t do enough, and
she’ll stress out.”

“Shit, how will I know?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, except when things look headed for a
bed, you better find a sly way of cooling her off. Change the subject.
Talk about school, football, or your car. Oh, by the way, she had your
car towed to a shop. They’re fixing it as we speak.”

John’s face lit up, “No shit! She’s fixing my MG?”

“She’s forking out over two grand. That’s how much of an impression you
made on her. It’s also a very bad sign.”

“How can that be a bad sign?”

“That, coupled with something she said earlier makes me think she’s
falling in love. If that were to happen, all bets are off. You don’t
want that, I can assure you. Your mother is a very possessive woman.
She won’t share her lover with anyone, not anyone. Get my drift, stud.”

“Whoa! That would be the shits. You know I got that same feeling when
she left the school. She had those love-sick puppy eyes. It only gets
worse. I know that much.”

“I know. Let me work on that, but don’t you fuel the fire by talking
lovie dovie and cutsie wootsie with her. When you do anything with her,
be crude, childish, and embarrass her by not respecting her wish to
keep this private. You’re a stud that likes to show off your conquests.
This will play right into my conditioning scheme. I need her to get
used to performing before an audience. First, she has to adjust to
other eyes watching your seduction of her. The one good thing you did
was not backing away on the freeway when the cars closed in and people
were looking. You handled that beautifully, and she got a huge thrill
out of the experience.”

John beamed, stuck his chest out and said, “Yeah, that was cool. I
could feel the steam coming from her cunt. I’m real good at making
girls do things while people are watching. They all say they hate it,
but they all get super turned on.”

“It’s almost universal, but it was Judy’s first experience. She’s
always been very private. I didn’t have your skill or experience when I
was feeling her up and playing games with her. I only made things worse
and caused her to develop a phobia about her body and especially being
seen doing nasty things. You guys have never seen her naked or doing
anything sexual, have you?”

“No, never.”

“That’s rare in a family. She guards her modesty like a miser guards
nickels. You need to work on that. You’re probably better at that than
I am, so that’s your mission. I think she’ll quickly fall out of love,
but right into lust. Lust is what we’re after, and we want her to see
you as her stud muffin, her boy toy, not as a lover. All right, are we
all set and straight?”

“Yeah, I think I understand completely. I won’t do anything new before
checking with you first. I’ll cool the love bullshit, be more myself,
and I’ll gradually get her used to embarrassing situations. I’ll be a
bad boy.