Chapter 2

"Yeah, sure... uh-huh... sounds like fun. Awfully nice of you to ask," Linda told the caller. "But I'm afraid I'd just be in the way. I don't ski at all, you know."

"Neither do I. So I'll have somebody to keep me company," the caller said. "And, if I'm not getting too personal, I thought maybe you could use the change in scenery. You know, going through a divorce and all. And since my kids already invited your Marty along, I just figured if he's with us it wouldn't be fair to leave you in an empty house around Christmas."

"Well, I'll have to think about it," Linda said, stalling. "Can I call you back in a little bit?"

"Okay, but I'm warning you, I won't take no for an answer. This vacation is one where I'm just tagging along. I really wanted to go to Florida but everybody else wanted to ski. Everybody else will be off skiing, so at least I ought to be able to ask you to come with us. Plus, it's all paid for in advance, so it'd be our treat."

"All right, I'll get back to you," Linda replied, then said goodbye and hung up.

Ben muttered, "It was her, wasn't it? Patty? What did she want?"

"She reminded me that Marty's over at your house helping Sally with her math for a test before school lets out for the holidays," Linda said. "Jesus, he'll be back before long."

Ben nodded. Usually he had to rent an out-of-the-way motel room when he fucked his sister. "Patty said, as long as Marty was going along on your vacation, why didn't I come along too," Linda said. "Said she hated the idea of me just sitting alone in an empty house." Her eyes narrowed. "She also said that this vacation wasn't really her idea at all, that she doesn't even know how to ski."

"Oh..." Ben stammered.

"Seems that I just heard you tell me the opposite, Ben," Linda said pointedly. "Well?"

"Okay so I twisted things around a little!" Ben sheepishly admitted. "Just did it for your own good, so you wouldn't get upset. You've been, well, kinda touchy since you split up with Hal. Fact is, my company is footing the bill because I sold more insurance than anybody else in the state this year, so I could hardly turn it down."

"Is it a nice place?" Linda asked sharply.

"If you ski," Ben muttered. "But you don't."

"Neither does Patty," snapped Linda. "And the poor woman claims she'll be bored to tears if you drag her along without someone to keep her company."

"Are you trying to tell me," gulped Ben, "that you're actually thinking about taking her up on it?"

"Sort of."

"Wh-why?"

"Maybe so I can watch you squirm," Linda taunted. "Teach you a lesson for being such a damned liar. In fact, the more I think about it, I figure, why the hell not?"

Ben set his jaw, determined to have the final say: "I'm telling you, Linda, forget it! No, I'm not just telling you, I'm ordering you to forget it!"

Linda laughed in his face. "Ordering me, Brother, dear? I'm not your wife. Not anybody's wife anymore--that's why I dumped Hal; so I'm sure as hell not about to take orders from you or any other man. Guess what, Mr. Macho. You just made up my mind for me... I'm going!"

Linda drove with Marty in her own car to the lodge. On the way, she noticed her teenage son was obviously upset about something and asked him what it was.

"Aw, Mom, you wouldn't understand," he mumbled.

"If it's because I'm tagging along," Linda said, "then don't worry about that. I won't keep you from having a good time. You just relax and enjoy yourself."

That wasn't it, though, Marty claimed. In fact, he went on in a rush and seemed very much to mean it. He was grateful to have his mother along to keep an eye on him. Otherwise, he was afraid certain things might get out of control.

Completely puzzled, Linda tried persuading Marty to make himself clearer. But he only sputtered that he'd already said too much. Then he fell into a brooding silence as they drove on.

Linda had had enough experience with teenagers to know not to push too hard. Marty would open up when the time was right.

The breakthrough occurred at a stoplight in a small town she had to go through to get to the turn-off to the lodge. While mother and son silently waited for red to change to green, a sexy girl in tight jeans walked in front of the car, winking at Marty while she wiggled her ass. He turned ashen at the sight of her, gulping loudly.

"Do you know her or something?" Linda asked.

"She, uh, reminds me of somebody," Marty murmured.

Linda noted, "Come to think of it, she kind of puts me in mind of somebody, too. Your cousin Sally. But you must be thinking of somebody else."

However, seeing her son's extreme reaction, Linda could sense they were indeed thinking of the same person. Then the light finally turned green. Linda drove on until the town was far behind them.

Taking a chance that the time was right, she broke her silence to softly ask her son, "Marty, honey, do you want to tell me about it? About you and Sally?"

The tension took its toll on Marty. He broke down, holding his head in his hands and whining like a little boy who'd just scraped his knee.

"If only she was anybody else then it wouldn't be so bad," he said, more to himself than anything. "But, God, she's my own cousin. Family. Why won't Sally leave me alone? Why can't I leave her alone?"

Trying not to raise her voice, Linda anxiously whispered, "Are you and Sally... well, what I think it is?"

At this point Marty looked his mother straight in the eye.

She pulled over to the side of the otherwise deserted mountain road to return his troubled gaze.

"I-I have to tell somebody," he choked. "It's tearing me up inside, 'cause I know I'm just going to get caught."

Linda waited.

"Yes, mom, it's just what you think," Marty winced aloud. "Sally and me... I f-fucked her. Fucked my own cousin. That's why I'm so worried about this trip," he explained. "When Sally invited me, I knew what for, but I didn't have the guts to tell her no. At least with you along, Mom, I can use you as an excuse why I can't go off with her. So, please, Mom, please act as strict as you can. Then maybe Sally'll give up on me and hit on somebody else."

Linda was shocked by what she was hearing, of course, but she was equally fascinated. Until now, she had never thought of her son in a sexual way. He was, she now realized, just about the same age her brother had been when Ben had started fucking her, just as she herself had been no older than Sally was now.

Then, defying her better judgment: Linda boldly asked her son, "Was Sally a virgin? Did you take her cherry?"

Marty gulped and nodded.

Linda couldn't stop herself: "Did she come the first time?"

"A lot of times," Marty said. "That's why she's so hot to do it again. You just gotta help me stay away from her, Mom."

"Or?"

"I'll have to f-fuck her again," Marty croaked. "God, Mom, I'm only human! Just talking about it makes me... well, like I just said, I'm only human."

Linda glanced at Marty's crotch and saw exactly what he meant. His jeans bulged with an uncontrollable hard-on. Never having seen her son's cock in this state, Linda was overwhelmed by curiosity, which affected her between her own legs, turning her cunt to a sticky mush.

Marty apologized, "Sorry, Mom, I just can't help myself."

"Nothing to be ashamed of, Son," Linda soothed, rubbing his thigh, just shy of his swollen fly. "When she saw how you fill out your jeans, your cousin Sally was just being human too. How did she get you to show... uh, it... to her?"

"She, uh, sorta showed me hers first," Marty gulped. "We were sitting next to each other on the couch and..."

"You mean like this?" Linda asked, dropping a leg over the edge of the car seat so her skirt bunched up midway on her spreading thighs.

"Jeez, Mom, what is th-this? I could swear..."

"You and your cousin aren't the only ones who're human," Linda said. "Now what did Sally do next?"

"H-had me touch her... d-down there."

"Mmmm-hmmmm," Linda purred, taking Marty's trembling hand and guiding it under her skirt so he could feel her sopping panties, how wet her pussy was for him. "Then what?"

"M-made me use my finger."

"Show me how, darling. Do the same thing to me that you did with Sally."

"I can't. Not with my own mom! It was bad enough with my cousin," Marty protested. Then he proved himself a liar by beginning to finger fuck Linda's squishing cunt through her panties.

"Was this how you made Sally come for you at first?" Linda asked, her breaths quickening.

Marty nodded.

"Oooooh, feels so good," Linda moaned, climaxing. "More, more! Get rid of my panties now, darling, they're only in the way between you and my cunt. Just rip them off of me."

In a reflexing action, Marty grasped the flimsy band of fabric separating him from his mother's pussy and tore it to shreds. At the same time, Linda scooted her ass to shorten the distance between her crotch and the boy, her skirt riding up all around her hips in the process. This left Marty staring directly into the hairy jaws of the same wide-open cunt which had originally given him birth.

"Jesus, I don't believe we're doing this, Mom," he rasped, probing the yawning pussy. "Shall I really go ahead and finger- fuck you some more?"

"It'd be even nicer if you ate me instead, darling," Linda steamily suggested. "After all, I'll bet your cousin had you eat her cunt, didn't she?"

"Only after she took out my cock..." Marty told his mother. "So she could suck me at the same time I ate her."

"Then you already know how to sixty-nine without me having to teach you," Linda panted in anticipation. "So what're we waiting for?"

She reared up at the waist, impatiently clawing at her son's jeans. She pulled down his jeans, along with his shorts. And springing into the open was at least ten jutting inches of teenage cock.

"Oh, just sucking that monster won't be enough for me," Linda gusted. "I want you to flat-out fuck me in the mouth at the same time you're eating my pussy. You know the difference between an ordinary blowjob and real mouth-fucking, darling?"

"Sally let me know."

"Good for her. Now show me what you learned."