Ma’s Outlaw Sons

Dammit, Ma! We stay cooped up in here much longer, Luke and me are gonna go crazy,” Jeb said as he turned and glared at his mother. She didn’t answer, just glared back. Jeb kicked the end of the broken down couch that made up half the furniture in the main room of the cabin. He turned away and cursed under his breath.

“You boys brought this on,” she said, “You had to go shooting up the police like that. Radio said that one fella was bad hurt.”

Luke stepped into the doorway from the one bedroom. He was dressed in his pants and an undershirt, his suspenders flopping loose from his waist. He held a Winchester rifle against one hip. “Dam if they didn’t have it coming. Jeb and me drew down on ‘em, they shoulda just turned tail.”

Ma shot a look at her younger son, “So says the next Johnny Dillinger. Lawmen do what they dam please. And now we got the lot of ‘em coming after us.”

Jeb spoke up, ignoring his little brother posing across the room. “Well, we need to get to where there’s some whiskey and some fast women.” He grabbed the front of his trousers. “Been so dam long since I had me some sweet little cunt, I’m about to bust.”

Ma shook her head, “What do you pups know about going without? I ain’t had a decent jump in the two years since your Pa went down for that job we did up in Hadleyville.”

Luke let his hand slide up over the action of his rifle. “What about that tractor salesman, that night in Mason City? You and him had the headboard wumpin’ up against the wall of that cabin.” The boys both laughed and traded looks.

“Shit, that fat little weasel had a pee pistol the size of my pointer finger, bit off down to the first knuckle. He had to keep humpin’ ‘cause his little weasel dick kept fallin’ out. I do hate a man that can’t keep his place.”

Jeb looked hard at his Mama. Rays of late sunshine lit up the dark red curls she kept pinned up close to her head. She had on a print dress the boys had stolen for her before one of their robberies. Her ample breasts strained against the buttons down the front. Her bare legs were crossed at the knee, one high heeled shoe dangling from her foot. Jeb shook his head, “This kind of talk ain’t helpin’ me any. I’m so horney, I’d fuck a goat, one happened by.”

Luke snorted, “The hell you say, big brother. Happened by. You’d drive twenty miles if you thought there was a goat to fuck when you got there.”

Jeb took an angry step, “You watch your mouth. I’ll take down them pants and stick my big old pole up your skinny ass!”

Ma slipped her shoe on and stood up, “Cool down, nobody’s going to stick anything anywhere.”

Both boys took a step closer to their mother. Luke let his rifle slide down until the butt hit the floor and he held it by the barrel. He looked over at his big brother and said, “Maybe Ma here could give up a little poontang and ease the tension around here.”

Ma looked down between the three of them and shook her head. “You two want to crawl in the same hole you came out of? There’s laws against things such as that.”

Jeb put his hand on his Mother’s shoulder.