Chapter 42: SNUFF and NASTY STUFF

Never was a smoker. An occasional cig if social conformity required it. I’ve recently began using snuff, powdered snuff. Comes in a little 35mm film can sized container. Wet my finger, dip it in the snuff, and smear it on my side gums. Nasty habit, but I avoid the most disgusting part, spitting. I swallow the juice. Has health benefits. I’m worm free!

Marshall will only kiss me or let me eat her pussy, immediately after I’ve brushed my teeth and rinsed using mouthwash. She is the only one I’ll tolerate bitching about me using snuff.

Her mother Milly is happy to kiss me and be eaten by me anytime. We both use the same brand of snuff, except hers is menthol flavored. I love making love with my mother-in-law Milly, and I can fervently say, she is the best and most exuberant fuck of all my women. Plunging myself into her generous loving pussy is like coming home to me. Frequently we keep it up for hours, taking a long break in the middle of running trot-lines. There’s no shortage of crabs, we buy all of Dads too now. So what if our own catch is short, we have no bosses to answer to. Just ourselves. It’s ourselves we’re interested in. We usually only quit carousing together and mauling each other when the sun’s down. The evening mosquitoes drive us scurrying and screaming out of the bushes, naked, clothes in hand as we board the canoe and paddle like the devil is after us. In our hidden riverside trysting glade, vicious sharp toothed little bloodsuckers rule the night. I hate the nasty fuckers!

I love Milly, and can’t resist her. Out in the current, we let the canoe tend itself, drifting broadside down river on the ebb, as the river chooses for us. While we complete our rutting in the dark and on the floor slats in the bottom of the canoe, we don’t chat, but afterwards?

“I love you with all my being, Mommy Milly!”

“You always were my favorite, Pinky. I loved you even more than my own chidrens sometimes. Still do. Marshall is so happy to be married to you, and I’m proud and happy for her. I caution her, not to to drive you away by her bitchin. You’re one of a kind!”

“Why? Is she unhappy somehow with me? About something? I’m under the impression we’re very happy together. I am happy, with her. Next to you, she’s the love of my life. Does she complain to you, about me or something? My other women, maybe?”

“Marshall doesn’t worry about you having other women. She knows she’s number one. She ain’t aware I’m really your number one girl and I’m never letting on to it. Shit, she’ll help you round up more women if you let her. She wants you satisfied and out in the open. If you was sneaking around, that would worry her. Not an occasional pussy like the way you get.”

“I get pussy from you ever afternoon, is that occasional?”

“She don’t consider her mama a serious threat to her marriage. If we didn’t like each other, that would pain her. It pains her you don’t like Jeanette. Me too! How come you don’t let Jeanette in your group?”

“Jeanette doesn’t want to be in a group. She’s old fashioned. Wants monogamy and exclusivity and, she wants to rule, wear the pants.”

“Don’t Marshall want to rule, too? She was always and forever the demanding one. Aggressive even as a tiny tyke. You let HER run you.”

“Seems like that maybe, appears she does to you? Good, then I’m fooling all of you. Marshall runs my operation. That leaves her very little time to supervise me, which I don’t hang around for anyway. She does bitch about my snuff, and I pout for her. Makes her feel like a mommy. I would give her a baby or a dozen if I could. Can’t!”

“Someone else besides Jeannette needs you. I would be pleased for you to spend some attention on your Mom, she is terrible lonely. Love her some, she won’t always be available when you finally decide you short changed her. Don’t wait till she’s gone before you appreciate her.”

“She won’t accept money. Says she doesn’t need or want it.”

“Oh, she wants what it will buy, but she doesn’t want to buy it for herself.”

“How am I to guess what she wants? If she’ll tell me, I’ll gladly get it for her.”

“Your Mom wants a rich boyfriend to spoil her. Practically same could be said of every woman, everywhere.”

“Where do I go to buy her one of those? Could I afford one?”

“Give her yourself.” Me? Mom wants ME! Shit, yeah right.

“What is a mother’s role when her sons are grown? She feels left behind, and unneeded. Obsolete. Their sons can wipe their butts and their noses themselves without her. Lucky ones can re-devote themselves to husbands, if the husband is still interested and hasn’t also hasn’t left them in his dust. Your father was never too interested in your mom in the first place.”

“That’s not the way I heard it. Dad was terribly in love with mom, and married her before he went to war so he wouldn’t risk losing her to somebody else before he returned.”

“Your Dad married your mom because he didn’t want Johnny, or Juanita if a girl, to be born in Mexico.”

“Mom was already pregnant when they married?”

“Do the math, Ricky. When was Johnny born?”

“Shit, I never realized.”

“For a smart lad, there’s too much you never realized.”

“You mean like Dad being Jeanette’s and Marshall’s Dad too.”

“That was a shock for you to learn, I know. Telling you the way I did, is something I’ve regretted ever since. Maybe I should shut up and not shock you any more. You’ll be happier not knowing.”

“Know what? Tell, I want to hear it all!”

“How old is your Mom?”

“Forty ... forty three or forty four, I’m not sure exactly. She must be forty three.”

“You’re recently turned twenty six, Ricky. Do the math. How old was your mother when you were born? Then ask yourself, how old she was when Johnny was born!” I tick numbers on my fingers.

“Wow, she must have been thirteen when Johnny was born!”

“How old was she when she got pregnant with Johnny? It’s no aspersions I’m trying putting on your Mom, she was an innocent, and I know you love and admire your Dad, so this is difficult. How old do you think I was when he began messing with me?”

“Probably Mom was thirteen when she got pregnant with Johnny. Jeanette is four years younger than me, so Dad must of ... You’re thirty nine now, right? Jeanette’s twenty two, and makes you were seventeen when she was born, Sixteen when you got pregnant. Is the math correct?”

“How old was Marshall when she began messing with you?”

“I’m embarrassed to admit, she was nine, but I wasn’t the instigator, she was. I’m not throwing aspersions on my wife, it’s just the facts. And I was twelve when you gave me my first pussy, so you got no room to throw rocks at cradle robbers.”

“How long before you two were eventually intimate, was Marshall trying to get you to be intimate, attempting to seduce you?”

“First time she ever kissed me, she was eight, and she kissed me passionately like a woman kisses. I have always wondered about who taught her that, and maybe taught her other stuff, too.”

“Your Dad likes them young.”

“What?”

“The girl he’s now living with, and is carrying his baby, is twelve years old. They been having a love affair since she was about six, although I’m not suggesting your Dad’s been fucking her since she was six, just messing with her. I was eight when he started messing with me. Marshall was seven when he started messing with her. Jeanette was always terrified of him, and wouldn’t have nothing to do with him.”

“You’re lying or kidding or something.”

“Your Dad started messing with your sister Karen when she was three or four, and regular fucking her by the time she was eleven.”