Saving Me From Helen


Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Incest, Mother, Son, Oral Sex, Slow, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: She just knew the girl was wrong for him and she had to save him from her.

I looked at her standing there naked except for a pair of high heels. She ran her hands over her breasts and smiled at me, "You like?" I smiled back at her, stroked my cock and said, "No, I don't like, I love."

Oh baby, for a young man you sure do know the right things to say."

As she walked toward me I thought, "Thank God for trashy Southern girls. If it wasn't for one of them I wouldn't be here and loving this."

She sank down on her knees in front of me and said, "Stop playing with yourself young man. You know that's my job."

I stopped stroking myself and leaned back to enjoy what was coming. As her mouth closed around me I said, "Yes mom."

Helen was the product of one of those little hollows that surround the coal fields of Bluefield, West Virginia. Somehow she had managed to scrape up enough money (a cousin of hers later told me she got most of it on her back) for a bus ticket to Detroit. She got off of the Gray Dog in downtown Detroit with just enough money for s cup of coffee and a donut.

She had an aunt and a cousin in town that she was going to stay with. But no way to get in touch with them at two o'clock in the morning. She asked a porter at the bus station was and he directed her to the Layayette. She walked over to it and when the room clerk told her the price of the room she told him she had no money and asked if they couldn't maybe come to an arrangement of some kind. He looked her over and told her that they might be able to work something out. When Helen called her aunt the next morning she'd had five hours sleep, had $186 in her purse and was walking slightly bow-legged.

I got all this from her cousin Roxie who was trying to convince me that Helen wasn't bad, just a survivor.

"She did what she had to do to get by. She never did it again after she found a job."

The reason that Roxie was trying to sell me on Helen was because I had just dumped her. The reason I dumped her is that one of the men she had "played" with at the Lafayette had come into the restaurant where Helen worked, recognized her, and had tried to set up another "date." I wasn't there at the time, but I got the story from someone who was — my mother.

Helen's aunt picked her up, took her home and got her settled in. The next day Helen was out looking for a job and found one as a waitress in the same restaurant where my mother worked. The two of them clicked and my mother decided to play matchmaker. The next time I was in the restaurant my mother introduced us.

"She's new in town baby, hasn't had time to find a boyfriend so you better strike while the iron is hot" and she walked off leaving me and Helen to feel awkward about the situation. But Helen was extremely good looking and I dug her cute Southern accent. I started going by the restaurant more frequently and always seemed to get waited on by Helen. Eventually I asked her out and we had a good time. Soon we were dating a couple of times a week and after three months we were more or less going steady. Another six months went by and I decided to pop the question and Helen said yes. We went shopping for an engagement ring and that afternoon Helen hurried to the restaurant and showed it to my mother. My mother squealed for joy, hugged Helen, and welcomed her to the family.

One month later she was trying to break us up.

First it was, "The two of you are too young to be getting married. This is the time of life for you to get out and experience things, not tie yourself down."

When that didn't seem to do the trick she started insinuating that Helen wasn't on the up and up with me.

"I know she is seeing other guys baby. Just last night while you were at work she left with one."

I'd been there before with mom. I was her baby and she apparently didn't want to lose me to someone else. Helen wasn't the first girl that mom had tried to break me away from. This time however I was in a committed relationship and I wasn't going to give up on it just because my mother was being over-protective or possessive. The more I resisted, the harder she tried and one day I'd finally had enough and I told her to give it up. Helen and I were going to be married and that was that.

"Baby, trust me on this one please. She isn't right for you. You will be making a terrible mistake if you marry Helen."

"What terrible mistake? What can be so bad?"

"She's a whore baby. She sells herself for money."

"Oh bullshit mom; that's low even for you. I've let you come between me and every other girl I've ever liked, but not this time."

"It's true baby. I talked with one of the men she sold herself to."

"I don't believe a word of it."

"He is still around baby and you can ask him yourself."

"Why would he come to you with a story like that?"

"He didn't. I overheard him trying to set up a date with her and later I told him what I'd heard and then I told him I'd like the full story since Helen was going to be marrying you. He said he was downtown one night and Helen was at the Lafayette Hotel turning tricks. He says he knows for a fact that she screwed at least five men that night besides him. He came in her for dinner one night, recognized her and was talking to her about setting up another meeting when I overheard them."

"I'm sorry mom, but I just don't believe it."

"You can ask him yourself. He has breakfast in here almost every morning. The night he recognized Helen was the first time he had ever come in for dinner and since Helen works the afternoon shift he had never seen her in here before."

"He's wrong. He must be mistaken."

"You are a grown man baby and I'm guessing that you and Helen have been naked together a time or two. He says she has a birthmark in the shape of a cat's paw on her left thigh. Does she?"

She did, but for some reason I wasn't going to tell my mother that. The fact that I didn't set the stage for what happened next.

I was having a hard time getting my head around what my mom had told me. I didn't believe it. Even though she knew about Helen's birthmark it didn't prove anything; she could have found out about it some other way. And so what if some guy offered her a ride home after work. It beat waiting on the DSR and then having to transfer at Seven Mile and wait on another bus. No, just up to her old tricks. Still, the more I thought about it the more I had to know for certain.

I asked mom who the customer was who had recognized Helen and she told me to stop in for breakfast the next day and she would point him out. The next morning I slid into the booth across from him, introduced myself and told him that I needed to know what he knew about my future bride.

"Are you sure that you want to know? People change boy. Drug addicts give up the needle and alcoholics kick the habit. No reason a hooker can't quit and live a straight life."

"That doesn't matter. I just have to know. What did she say when you tried to arrange a date with her?"

"She didn't say yes and she didn't say no, but that could have just as well been because she was my waitress and didn't want to blow her tip."

"What happened at the Lafayette?"

"I'd been out drinking with some friends and we got a little too sloshed to drive home. We checked into the Lafayette and one of the group asked the desk clerk where he might be able to find a girl and the clerk set it up. There were six of us. Ben said no, that his wife would kill him if she ever found out, but the other five of us shelled out seventy-five bucks apiece and she visited each of us in our rooms."

I just stared at the man. I didn't want to believe him, but he had no reason to lie to me.

"Let me get a little personal here son. Good sex is one of the glues that makes a marriage and helps hold it together. It doesn't matter where the experience comes from, it is the experience itself that counts. You aren't going to your marriage bed a virgin, are you?"

I shook my head no.

"So why should you expect her to? What she did before she met you doesn't matter anymore than what you did before you met her."

I left his table even more confused than I had been when I sat down.

Next, I decided to see for myself what Helen did on the nights I had to work late. I did some shift trading with some of the guys I worked with and when Helen got off work I was waiting down the block watching. The first night she came out she caught the bus. The next night she left with a guy, he drove her home, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and went inside the house and he drove away. The third and fourth night it was the bus again.

I started out the fifth night knowing that I was wasting my time. Helen came out of the restaurant with the same guy who had driven her home the second night. He drove her straight home, but this time they sat in the car and talked. Then Helen leaned over to give him what I expected to be a kiss on the cheek, but it turned into a steamy necking session that ended up fogging up the windows of the car. I don't know if Helen fucked him or not because I'd seen enough and I drove away. Whether she fucked him or not did not matter because the bottom line was that when you are engaged to be married you don't sit in a car with another guy and swap tongues for half an hour. If you can do that you can just as easily fuck the guy. I drove home to get good nights rest before having my confrontation with Helen the next day.

I'd only been in bed fifteen minutes when my bedroom door opened and my mother came in to my room. She was wearing a bathrobe and I remember thinking that it was weird that she was fully made up and wearing high heels and a bathrobe at two in the morning.

"How you feeling baby?"

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