Chapter 22

Back at Shane’s Diner Abby thought, when I start mentioning anything of what went on in England I’ll have to talk in generalities, the specifics are too lurid. And who would have thought this prim New England wife would have ever done such things? She would have liked to be open and spill the beans but was afraid that it might anger Gary to the point of him doing something impetuous ... maybe leaving her. She didn’t know how to handle her guilt, which wasn’t guilt while she was doing it, and only guilty now because Gary might go off the deep end about it. Dissembling, she said, “You said you had lurid thoughts about your mother, Gary, and asked if ever had such thoughts about Arthur. Well, I have.” Let’s see how far I can go with this.

“When did it start?

“When I first saw semen stains on his sheets.”

“What did you think?”

“I felt weird ... that the child I bore, the child we created by having sex, was masturbating. Thinking that the child we had taken for granted for all those years growing to the point where he could provide seed for a child of his own freaked me out.”

“Every boy masturbates at that age, Abby. I did. You probably did too. Didn’t you?”

Chuckling, she said, “I still do. Don’t you?”

“I hadn’t been for years. But since my sessions with Dr. Messing, I’ve jacked off almost every day ... go figure. I have to say, that woman—and I’m glad she is a woman, has put me on a different plane, Abby.”

“I’ve noticed how much more attentive you have been to me in bed. But as relates to Arthur masturbating, I began finding my panties in the dirty clothes with a crusty white residue coating their panels.”

Humorously aghast, Gary said, “He was jerking off in your panties?” Laughing, he added, “I did that a couple times in my mom’s panties, but I don’t think she ever found out about it.”

Abby withheld that when she realized what Arthur was doing, she began slipping a pair of her clean panties among his BVDs in his dresser drawer. “When it happened the second time, I knew he must have been masturbating a lot which made me curious.”

“Curious about what, Abby?”

“I’m not proud of it, Gary. But I imagined him doing it. I was curious about what he looked like with an erection.”

“Are you kidding, Abby? The kid’s hung ... I mean really hung. We’ve played racquetball and took showers together.”

“I know,” Abby said, “and I always wished I could be a fly on the wall.”

“You mean you know that we played racquetball, or that he is hung.”

“Both.”

“Well, sweetie, it’s nice that you fixate on me like that. But if you only knew how well-endowed your son is you would be doing that even more. And I must admit that if you ever did, I could easily lose my place in line.”

Shocked that Gary thought that way she was even more shocked that he mentioned it in conversation. If you only knew how well, I know how large he is. Instinctively tightened the walls of her vagina she recalled how fulsomely Arthur had filled it. But it’s funny. When he was inside me it was heaven. And when Ryan was inside me, he felt heavenly there too. And last night Gary’s cock brought me to the same place—and he didn’t have to hold back his strokes to keep from thumping my cervix. One thing she found out for the first time in her life. She loved fucking. Doing it with three cocks made her love it even more.

But propriety demanded Abby to react the way a woman in her station should. “I can’t believe you would say such a thing, Gary!” Wondering if the way she attacked him when he picked her up and kept demanding sex from him all night she thought, Can he be suspecting something about what went on in England.

“Do you mean to say you have never thought about having sex with Arthur?”

“You’re terrible, Gary.”

“I may be terrible, Abby, but you have never attacked me the way you did when I picked you up at the airport. And you’ve never been as animated in bed as you were all night. Frankly, I am amazed that I was able to get it up as many times as I did. But you were excited, and your excitement rubbed off on me. Something happened when you were over there, Abby, and from what I imagine it wasn’t just something small.”

“So, you’re accusing me of...”

Gary held up his hand and interjected, “I’m not accusing you of anything, Abby. I’m just saying that something turned you into this dynamo who sucked my cock the minute you got into the car and harassed me all night.”

“You’re complaining?”

“Not at all, Abby, I’m just interested in the explanation.”

“I ... I’ve seen him masturbating, Gary’” something she thought she would never confess to him. “The first time his door was open a crack. I thought he was just being careless. So, I looked in.”

“How long did you look?”

Abby blushed and said, “Long enough. But it didn’t take long for him to um...”

“Cum?”

She got redder, “Yes.”

“So, what did you think about how big he was?”

“Dammit, Gary, why do all men have this obsession about the size of a male’s penis?”

He grinned. “So, what did you think?”

“I couldn’t believe my eyes. And when I walked by his door at the same time the next day it was ajar again, maybe even a little wider.”

“So did you walk by on purpose and hope to see him again or was it just a coincidence?”

Her blushing was sustained. She sighed and said, “I was curious and had to see him again.”

“So, we have established that my prim wife is a voyeur.” She hung her head and nodded. “But given the opportunity the whole human race are voyeurs. And the porn industry doesn’t make it any easier. Jesus, Abby, this conversation has me hard as a rock. Wish you could get under the table and give me a blowjob.” He raised his eyebrows and leered.

“I wish I could too, Gary. I so loved sucking you off in the car.”

‘You’re not the same woman who left for London, Abby.”

“And you’re not the same man that I have been married all these years. I’m thankful for Dr. Messing.”

“Yeah.” Gary smiled and contemplated. “How many times did watch him do it?”

“I stopped counting at fourteen.”

“Does he cum a lot?’

She recalled the times his body froze on the bed, and she heard his controlled “Mahm, mahm, mahm as three tremendous shots of semen arced to his naked torso. “Yes, like you did when you were young.”

Did you want to give him a blowjob?”

‘Yes, every time.”

“Incest is wrong?”

“Hm,” he grunted. “So, tell me more about Arthur and your panties.” Abby could see that her husband’s hand slid off the table and went to his lap.” He rolled as eyes if to say, “Maybe I can get off this way. So, tell me more about the panties.”

Feeling relief that he wasn’t pressing the “blowjob” thing further now, she said, “I salted my panties in his underwear drawer to see if they would show up in the laundry with the crusty panels. I wanted to be sure that was what was happening.”

“Gary’s face was a mask of awe. “Jesus, Abby, you are really something.”

“So, you are proud of me?”

“I’m neither proud nor ashamed, just stunned that the woman I have known has done what you are telling me. I told you I fantasized about being in bed with my mom, Abby. I would have loved for her to have been spying on me. I wonder how many mothers do that? What did you think?”

“So, what would you have thought if you knew your mother was fantasizing about you, Gary?”

“If I knew I would probably have worn my cock raw masturbating.”

“What would you have done had she climbed in bed with you and started playing with you?”

“I would have gone nuts. It happened in my fantasies. Jesus, Abby did you do that with Arthur?”

“No. But I was extremely guilty for thinking of it.”

Changing the subject Gary said, “So are Arthur and Colette getting it on?”

“She’s my age, Gary.”

“So, are they getting it on?”

With a look of fascination Abby reached for her purse and took out the picture Spike had taken of the group the met they night at his pub in London. “This was taken by Spike, the man who owns the pub. These are Arthur’s friends. Our son is having sex with Colette (she pointed to her picture), Sioban (pointing to her), and Cory and Meghan, who are twins. Pointing to his picture, “Ryan, his roommate is having sex with all of them as well. Can you imagine? Our son, Arthur?

“How do you know that, Abby?”

“Colette and I have become quite good friends. I mean good friends. She told me everything.”

“Like when she first met Arthur on the plane and flew beside him on the entire flight?’

“Yes?” His question was so intense that it came out in a gasp.

“She gave him a handjob under the blanket during the night, Gary.” Putting her tongue in her cheek she remembered giving Arthur a hand job in the back seat of Colette’s Range Rover on the way to the Cotswolds. “When they got to Heathrow, she took him to her flat and seduced him. From there it seems to have been a marathon of sex. Colette’s gig is having sex with young men.”

“Holy shit. And what about Arthur’s grades?”

“You know Arthur, Gary, he’s a natural at school. He’s got all A’s.”

“Why couldn’t that have happened to me when I was his age?”

Why indeed? Abby thought. It would have made our sex life idyllic. But I couldn’t have taught you. Maybe your mother could have.

”So, how did you feel finding out about your son being involved in all that sex, Aggie? And what did you get out of the trip? Something caused you to suck my cock all the way home in the car and fuck me into a case of blue balls.

She said, “What did I get out of the trip? while thinking Sex with our son, his roommate, and Colette, more wild things that could ever have imagined, she thought Gary might be something, He seemed more interested that his son was having sex with Colette and those other girls. But how could I tell him about me having sex with him as well?

She got the idea of giving Arthur the hand job in the back seat of the Range Rover from Colette who told her what she did to Arthur on his plane ride to London. When she saw the plaid car robe folded on the seat ... and the tissue box so conveniently sitting atop the blanket the idea came to her at once. Abby felt certain that if she had been driving and Colette was in the back seat with Ryan, she would have done the same thing. The audacious secrecy of giving Arthur the hand job hidden under the blanket was a new thrill. When Ryan turned around and saw her hand moving under the blanket, she knew he was onto her. But neither staring nor showing a smile of discovery, she was in some way relieved that he knew and appeared to be keeping it to himself. Then, there was the moment when Arthur came all over her hand that added to the adventure, making her efforts seem so appealing... Thank goodness for the tissue.

They didn’t go right to the cottage when they arrived at the Cotswolds. Instead, they stopped at the closest pub and had Fish and Chips and beers. Being with the young men took her back to her college days which had a loosening effect upon her actions. And the way Colette directed the conversation, rife with double entendres, made her feel like she was with a worldly sorority sister and two handsome guys with whom something naughty was likely to happen. By the time they got to the cottage they were somewhat tipsy from one beer too many.

The storybook cottage struck Abby as a dreamy hideaway where they could do whatever they wanted, and no one would ever know. The cottage greeted them with a magical ambiance. The only preliminaries were a brief tour of the kitchen, parlor and guest bedroom (Colette had obviously left the master bedroom as its own surprise). When Colette opened the door of the mirrored room she said to Abby, “Why don’t you and Arthur take this room and see what kind of mischief you can get into here.”

Dumbstruck, Abby had heard about bedrooms with mirrored ceilings but thought it was a myth. This room had more than just a mirrored ceiling. Behind the bed was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. On either wall, the same kind of mirror stretched from the corner of the mirrored wall to the length of the bed. She and Gary had once rented a hotel suite with a fully mirrored wall behind the bed, which while having sex was thrilling. She tried to imagine what it would be like to see herself from every angle, mirrors reflecting images from another mirror going on to infinity.

To Arthur, she said in wondering awe, “You have had sex with Colette in this bed, haven’t you?”

Yes, I have, Mom and isn’t amazing? I’ve been here with Sioban too.”

“And had sex with her in this room?”

“Yes.”

Having seen Colette naked while having made love with her Abby tried to imagine Arthur’s body enmeshed with Colette’s, his oversized penis wedging Colette’s delicious pussy open then disappearing and reappearing in its glistening glory. She pictured Sioban, one of the girls at Spike’s, and imagined her naked, youthful body entangled with Arthur’s young frame and thought, this is such a den of iniquity where sex can go on in any kinky way imaginable. Anxious to see her naked reflection in the mirrors Abby quickly disrobed, keeping up with Arthur who had already kicked off his trousers.

Giggling, Abby leapt on the bed, bounced and looked at her reflection in the ceiling mirror. Spreading her legs, she lifted them and opened her vulva with her hands, showing the pinkness of her insides and said, “What do you think of your wicked mother now, Arthur?”

He laughed and said, “I wonder how many other mothers are as hot as you are, Mom?”

“Stop dawdling, Arthur,” Abby said, “Be a good boy and eat your mother’s pussy. I want to see you doing it in the mirror.”

Pouncing on the bed, he thrust his head between her legs, and replaced Abby’s hands on her pussy to keep it splayed. Then, he covered her sex with his mouth. As his tongue fluttered in her quim she exploded with a high-pitched “Aiee,” and captured Arthur’s head between her thighs. As his tongue quivered against her clitoris and his hands caressed her body it was as if a gang switch was being flipped with each tongue and finger-touch. Shuddering with Arthur’s captured head between her legs it was as if Abby were trying to stir his brain to shake out another surprise.