Chapter 9

Frank Judge did not have to wait long for an opportunity to talk things over with his mother. At breakfast the following morning Donald Judge suggested that he take the youngsters for a drive in the country to show them the local sights. Frank declined his offer, as did Catherine, who insisted that she had too much housework to be able to go along.

The wedding, after all, was scheduled for Saturday, only two days away. At nine-thirty, Donald drove the children away, leaving Frank alone with his mother. They sat together at the kitchen table and talked about the wedding for awhile, until Catherine noticed that something was wrong with her son.

"You seem so nervous, Frank," she commented, not looking at her son. "Are you a little scared about getting married?"

"No, I'm looking forward to it," Frank insisted. "I want to see the rest of the family again, even Uncle Larry. Besides, I'm in love with Gloria. I want to marry her."

Catherine Judge winced slightly at the mention of her brother. Larry was due to show up at the farm either that day or the next and she had not really prepared herself for his arrival. She hid her apprehensions as much as possible, not wanting to give her eldest son anything further to worry about.

"I haven't seen Uncle Larry since I was about thirteen," Frank continued, not looking at his mother. "He never liked me very much, and I could never figure out why."

Catherine Judge stared at her son again, trying desperately to make a quick decision. There was so much that she wanted to tell Frank about their family. Still, the woman hesitated. She and Frank had been separated almost constantly for four years. It was hard to confide in him at a time like that.

"Frank," she began. "It's not going to be easy to tell you this. We've always been close, though. You know that your father and I have never subscribed to the way other people do things. That's what caused the trouble with your uncle."

Frank sat transfixed as his mother unfolded her tale. Within five minutes he had learned much and been made aware of incidents from his boyhood that had faded into dim memories. At the end of his mother's recitation Frank sat completely silent, not knowing what to say or how to answer Catherine.

Catherine and Larry had been close as children, much as Frank and Donna had become. There had been a great row concerning Catherine's marriage. Larry had wanted to keep her to himself and had resented Donald from the first. After the birth of their first child things had quieted down, but only for a while.

Over a decade later, an incident occurred which put greater strain on the family. Catherine had been explaining the facts of life to her son one day and things had quickly got out of hand. At the age of eleven Frank had matured rapidly, to the point of demanding a graphic display of his mother's erotic wisdom.

They had been alone in the house at that time by arrangement with Frank's father. Just as Frank and his mother had become intimate, the door of the house had been flung open to admit Uncle Larry, who was making his first visit in years.

"It was awful, son," Catherine concluded. "I had to promise Larry that I'd never touch you again, send you away from home as soon as possible. That's why we sent you away to college. I was worried that my brother would get us in trouble."

Many things became clear to Frank Judge as a result of his mother's confession. For years he had wondered why the woman had been distant, refusing him any form of physical affection. And he had wanted to go to the local college, only to be refused firmly by both parents. Now he could see that the enmity of their Uncle Larry had been behind the whole situation.

Frank noticed that his mother was crying, no longer able to control her long pent emotions. She was sitting beside him on the couch, more beautiful than Frank had remembered. It was criminal for them to have been separated and frustrated in their love for so long, a situation he would have to remedy.

Frank wasted little time in doing so. He moved closer to his mother and kissed the middle-aged woman tenderly on the cheek. He had not yet told her of the sexual experiments that he had carried on with his brother and sister. That would have to wait until the woman was calmer and more aware of things. In the meantime, there was only one way to make up for years of deprivation. Already Frank could feel himself getting aroused at the prospect.

For the first few moments, Catherine sat like a statue, hardly aware of her son's presence. It had been painful confessing to Frank and she had left out one important fact. For unexplained reasons, Larry had insisted on Frank's remaining unmarried. She had invited him to the wedding, hoping that the man had forgiven her, but there was no guarantee that he had.

Then Catherine felt her son starting to make love to her. At first she pushed his arm away, tried to struggle out of Frank's embrace. But then she decided that they had waited too long, that nature was bound to take its course. Frank was a man now and there was nothing she could or wanted to do to stop him.

Catherine then threw herself into her son's arms, kissing Frank on the lips. Her mouth opened and Frank was able to plunge his tongue in, tasting his mother's tears as they ran down Catherine's lovely face. He kissed her over and over again, no longer confused and knowing just what he wanted from his mother.

Frank began to undress his mother. The woman's body was strong and surprisingly youthful. Once Catherine was naked, Frank was able to take a good look at her. Her tits were large and firm, of a bewitchingly rosy color. Her full buttocks were smooth and hairless, her skin unflawed. He wanted her badly and now there was nothing to stand in the young man's way.

There is no love like that between a mother and her eldest son. Frank struggled out of his clothing and then stood naked before Catherine, as if to make up for all the years of deceit and deprivation. Catherine looked at her son with pride. He had turned handsome and undeniably virile. She loved him as much as ever, perhaps more.

Mother and son sat together on the couch again, this time not bothering to conceal their emotions. Frank kissed his mother and then finally allowed his hand to move to her heaving tits. He felt Catherine wince under his touch but knew that everything would be all right, as soon as they were able to relax together.

Catherine, despite her fears, responded immediately to her son's ministrations. Her hand moved down to his genital region and soon she had surrounded Frank's fat cock with her fingers, pulling the loose skin of the collar back and forth over the rapidly thickening and darkening crown.

"Let me suck it," she pleaded unnecessarily. "I've dreamt of this moment, Frank. I've wanted you for years."

Frank made no protest as he watched his mother sink to her knees before him. His muscular thighs were on either side of the woman's body as she addressed his prick, still held firmly in her old soft hands. Two seconds later she had touched his throbbing prick with the point of her warm, pink tongue.

"I love you, Mother," Frank whispered as the blow-job began. "I've wanted you, too, but I was too stupid to know it."

Catherine opened her mouth wide, assured of her son's love and devotion. For a moment she wished that her husband could have been present at the long awaited reunion. Still, it was better this way. Frank was still young and probably inexperienced. Once they had made it, she would be able to complete her confession.

Her lips closed around the pulsating rod, milking it and sucking furiously. Frank leaned back on the sofa, unable to control his emotions. Soon lust took predominance over his apprehensions. He was a child again, protected by his mother, learning the mysteries of love from the woman who had brought him into the world.

Catherine leaned her head forward, taking her son's prick deeper into her straining throat. Frank had always looked more like his father but she loved him all the same. He was young and strong and virile and she knew that once they started fucking, things would be better between them than ever before.

As his mother sucked his cock, Frank was able to remember more about the long buried past. He could remember a wealth of incidents when his mother had been physically demonstrative towards him. Now they were acting out their desires in the best possible way. His prick was getting harder and thicker by the second.

Frank looked down and saw that his prick had disappeared totally into his mother's loving throat. The woman's hair was covering most of his lap and Frank pushed it tenderly aside, feeling his mother's lips pressed against his tangled pubic hair. In purely objective terms, he knew he was getting the best blow- job of his life, superior even to Gloria's well polished techniques.

A few seconds later, Frank pulled his cock out of his mother's mouth. It would have been pure heaven to cum inside her but that would have to wait. More than anything in the world he longed to feel his prick throbbing inside her moist pussy. Catherine seemed to understand him instinctively, rejoining her son on the couch and abandoning herself to him completely.

"You can fuck me now, Frank," she whispered. "Do it quickly, before I get scared. Please, put your prick inside me."

Frank refused to be hurried into anything. His first fuck with his mother had to be something special. He laid the woman on her back and immediately sought her cunt, working two fingers into the moist fuck-box and then rotating them slowly, delighting at how easy it was to get the woman started.

He was no longer worried about sex, only deliriously happy that he had been able to get to his mother. It was like a dream come true and he could still feel her saliva cooling on his bobbing prick. He would not keep the woman waiting long.

Frank finger-fucked his mother for a few seconds and then decided to get down to business. He draped his weight over Catherine's body and then brandished his prick in his right hand, gliding it slowly to the entrance of her pussy. Then he was inside his mother, working his prick in an inch at a time, desperately trying to hold off his imminent orgasm.

Finally he was all the way inside her. Frank began to fuck his mother slowly and lovingly, feeling a new strength enter his body. His prick remained buried to the hilt but there was plenty of room inside Catherine. His mother's cunt was as wet and sweet as Donna's had been. Of all the other women he had known, only Gloria could approach her in desirability and passion.