Chapter 4

(past)

Since the moment he emptied his incestuous seed into his mother, Tim felt extreme guilt at what he had done. Not only had he done something he knew was wrong, he had also forced her. There was no way she had wanted him to rape her that way. Nor did she ever desire or entertain any type of physical relationship with her only son. It had been Tim's own animal urge that caused the final encounter.

For several days Tim attempted to ignore his mother, to avoid even to be in her presence. Nothing was said from her, as he had mentally instructed her, but she did give him several disgusted looks before he was able to retreat from that gaze. Thankfully, they had not been alone or he was sure his mother would confront him on the incident.

As the days passed and turned into weeks, his guilt slowly dissolved. Nothing negative had come about his forcible actions. The only change was the different way his mother treated him. She no longer looked upon him in mixed company, and when they shared a look, it had elements of hatred and contempt. Nor did she ever give him the usual good-night kiss or the regular hugs. In face, she went out of her way to avoid her son, almost as much has he did to avoid her.

Tim didn't know exactly what to do about it.

Sometime afterwards, Jerry and Tim sat on a low cement fence facing the busy main street. Jerry never once noticed how his best friend had been less than happy these last few weeks, nor was he likely to. In fact, this spot was where they liked to do the best girl watching. On a warm sunny day, the ladies of the town wore their best summer dresses to shop about town. Mostly they needed to walk by this spot to cross the bridge to either side of the main street. At the spot the young teenagers took, was the best place to watch them.

Jerry, as usually, was his most vocal when watching girls. "See that woman's hooters Tim?"

"Mrs. MacDonald is like sixty years-old Jerry! Jeez."

"Who cares. If you get to stick your face between those huge tits, you'd be lost for days." He always laughed at his own jokes. "Whoa, look at them legs." Every few moments, the young man made comments about every woman that crossed. It didn't matter if she was young or old, fat or thin. Each had some physical part that appealed to Jerry.

Finally, after talking a long breath, Tim asked the question that had been nagging him for some time. "Why did you say my mom likes you Jerry?"

"Huh?" His friend turned away from two ladies across that street to look into his friend face. "I was just kidding Tim. You need to get some buddy, your imagining things."

Before he could turn back, Tim continued. "So she never gave you any indication that she liked you more than what is normal?"

Smirking, thinking he found an opening to torment his friend. "Well there was one time."

"Ya?" Tim leaned forward anxious to know the truth.

"Our feet kinda touched under your table and before I knew what was happening your moms toes were rubbing over my cock." He forced himself to wear a serious face. "It didn't last long but afterwards when your family was watching television and you went to the washroom she came over and squeezed my... well you know. She asked if I was a big enough boy to handle a woman like her and I told her my cock was. She took my hand and then pressed it against her big tit and leaned over to suck on my lip. At that point you came down the stairs and she returned to the dishes."

Tim sat pale faced and trembling in anger. Jerry lost it and began to laugh. "What the hell are you laughing at?"

"You shit head. I'm kidding. Nothing ever happened between your mom and me. Jerry turned back to a young girl riding her big across the street, "Wouldn't ya like to come back as a bicycle seat buddy boy?"

Tim wondered what was the truth, if anything at all his friend spoke of had any truth to it. If it did, he needn't feel guilty at fucking his mother, but he would be extremely angry with his friend. His desire to know more seemed to funnel his thoughts towards his friend own head, and it was almost a physical feeling when Tim suddenly "listened" to his friends mind.

It was only seconds when Tim found out the things Jerry had related were indeed true, but not with Tim's mother. They had happened between Jerry's mother and his stepfather, things he witnessed not so long ago. The more he listened the more he found how just how much his best friend desired his own mother, also Tim's mother, and every sister Tim had. It was the knowledge that his best friend shared a partial sexual relationship with his own older sister, the same one both teens had enjoyed watching on her bicycle months ago.

Jerry's sister, Esmerelda, had slowly allowed her horny younger brother access to her room whenever she felt like it. After several late night encounters, Jerry had been instructed on how to eat his sisters sex. He was never allowed to touch her, except his tongue between her legs, or to massage her back. Esmerelda also liked to watch her younger brother masturbate and often ordered him to stroke himself while they shared a mutual masturbation moment. She was always liberal in her own touches and her hands often stroked her brothers cock. She also enjoyed playing with the spend Jerry shot out of his cock, often upon her stomach or legs. They had never had intercourse but Jerry was always hopping the next time he enters her dark room she would want him to "mount" her.

The information and how he came about it surprised Tim. He also felt better when he realized he wasn't the only strange one to desire his own mother. It also forced him to realize there were more ladies in his own household that were attractive.

"There that one looks like your mom Jerry. Not a bad ass huh?" He turned to watch his friends reaction.

The young man watched the woman, then grinned at his friend. "Not bad. But my mom has a nicer ass." She did too. Tim knew Jerry's mother was attractive, not so much as his own though, but never before entertained any sort of sexual thought about her.

It was the private thoughts of his friend that reinforced his boldness. "Would you fuck your mom if you had a chance?"

Jerry's smile disappeared, "Don't ever say that Tim. Don't ever fucking say that"

Tim again browsed his friends thoughts and realized that his friend often thought about a relationship between his own mother and him. It was his most closely guarded fantasy, as well as his most exciting. "Sorry Jerry. I just thought if I had the chance I would like to sleep with my mother." Of course Tim had never told his friend that he had indeed lost his cherry with his own mom.

"Really?" Jerry frowned and then asked seriously, "How would you go about it?"

"Well I thought of a way, but we don't have to talk about it any more if you don't want?"

"No that's okay buddy. How would you go about it?" His voice had taken on a conspiratorial sound.

"I've an idea, invite me over for supper and while your eating reach under the table and feel her up." He made it sound like the answer was easy.

"What is that suppose to accomplish?" Jerry wanted to know more.

"Well since there are people at the table you wouldn't get in trouble then. If she didn't like it, you would get a lecture later. And if she did, she would not stop you. The least you would get out of it is a good feel." Tim laughed at the astonished look on his friend face.

Finally the young man spoke up, "What do you know anyways?"

"I know that it works." Tim had spoke up before he actually thought of it. Then he realized this angle of manipulating his best friend had its good points.

Jerry gasped, then asked, "You mean..."

"Yup. She won't say anything either. In fact, I think she likes it."

"Really? How do you know?" Jerry no longer had that know-it-all look and sat wide eyed waiting for the answer. Astonished at what he had learned and beginning to wonder if it could indeed work.

"Because she never mentions it. And I often get to feel her up." Now, Tim was embellishing.

"You've done this often?" Jerry missed a sexy looking lady cross the street near them, so focused was his attention.

Not wanting to over-embellish, already Tim was showing some of the uncanny abilities he had at manipulating people. With or without the powers of his mind that he would come to rely upon. "Just twice." Tim didn't want to lie too much, so altered the conversation. "Why don't you invite me over for supper tonight?"