She wondered suddenly what Roger was doing. Maybe he'd gone to Loon Key to meet Paul, impulsively wearing away in the hopped-up car he shouldn't have been allowed to buy. Maybe the two of them were together, father and son, having a drink and talking motel business.
Vera sighed heavily. Not a chance. If Paul had gone south to the Keys, then Roger would have headed north. It was that way between them. The more attention she gave Roger, the worse it became. She was in the middle. She wished they could love each other as much as she loved them both, but it seemed impossible.
There was a sound from the front of the house. Paul-finally! She hurried towards the door, heedless of her half-nudity, only glad he was home.
She halted abruptly when her son came bursting into the house, drunk and grinning and foolish. He flung his arms wide and whooped.
"Hot damn! There's a naked lady in my house-and she's just waiting to put me to bed!"
Vera looked at his silly grin, the boyish shock of blond hair and the pretty smile, and she couldn't be angry. She covered her tits with her arm and sighed reproachfully.
"Oh, Roger-you'd drunk as a lord again. Honestly, I wish that law had never been passed."
"Not too drunk to see your titties, pretty lady," he grinned, calling her by his pet name, leering exaggeratedly.
Vera smiled. She couldn't help it She loved him. And with Paul shutting her out of his life, she had come to love her son and more, because she had come to know him.
Not the outward boy, unruly, irresponsible, wild, defiant, too handsome for his own good. She could see past all that to the man inside who was having a little trouble coming out but who one day would, and she loved him.
She went towards him, letting her arm come away from her tits. He'd seen them before, and he probably would again. Their closeness had never been marred by false modesty.
"oh, honey," she said tolerantly, "come on and get to bed before your father comes home and sees you like this. You'll only fight again."
She took his arm. He looked down at her tits. Then he looked into her eyes, at the mention of Paul, and she saw something there she hadn't seen before.
She saw that he was running hard, running scared, ducking in and out of the long shadow Paul had cast, as if there were a great taloned bird beating its wings above his head, croaking, "Bastard! Bastard!"
"Let him see me," Roger grated hollowly, his voice more frightened than frightening. "I don't give a damn any more, Mom. I can get drunk if I want to now, and: not even big old Daddy can rescue anyone from the law." He slipped his arm around her naked shoulders, his fingers at the top of her tit. He leaned slackly against her and pushed his chest firmly against her other fit. "Hey, how come you married an old fart like him, Mom? I mean, I know the story and all, but look at your bod, Mom! Christ, I could go for you myself, you know that?" He grinned down and breathed alcoholic fumes at her.
"All right, that's enough of that kind of talk," she smiled, feeling an unwanted flush of flattery. She tried to lead him from the door. He dragged his feet and pulled her this way and that drunkenly.
"Don't wanna go to bed. Not unless you go with me. You go with me and tuck me in?" He grinned with boyish innocence. "Like old times, when he was away and you slept with me and let me play with your titties?"
"Roger, stop. You were five, then, and you know it."
"How about you go out with me, then. Right now. We'll have a few and then drive over to the point and neck in the back seat. I bet you need a good necking from a healthy young stud like me about now, huh?"
"Careful, Roger," she said.
"Maybe a good fucking, huh?" he giggled.
"I was afraid you were going to say that. To bed, now, come on."
She heaved again. He resisted. "Mmmm, you got nice tits, Mom," he said, brazenly cupping one in his palm. He squeezed gently. His touch was disconcertingly thrilling on her tingling, needing body. "Come on, let's you and me neck, baby," he grinned. "You give me a big stiff one."
"Roger, that's enough. I'm not in the mood for playing childish games with you tonight"
"How about adult games, Mom?"
"Come on-off we go to beddy-bye," she said maternally.
He dug in his heels and looked at her steadily. "Mom?"
She looked back and sucked in her breath and felt it catch in her throat. Her heart pounded rapidly and suddenly, and her pussy squeezed juice between her lips into the crotch of her red panties. He was really doing it! He was propositioning hen Her own son was asking to fuck her!
"Roger!" she whispered hoarsely, stunned beyond belief and unaccountably thrilled at the same time.
"Aw, Mom, I… God, I want to take you and inn off with you and get you away ftom that old bastard! He rides my ass all the time, and he's trying to turn my pretty lady into a frustrated old bag, and I can't stand it any more, Mom!"
Vera stood back from him in shock. "Roger Hanson, you get in your room right now and sleep this one off real fast, do you hear me!"
"He's trying to squeeze us out, Mom! Both of us! Goddamn it, let's get him! You and me, Mom! It's always been us against him anyway, and you know it. Do you really think he doesn't look across the table at me and see 'bastard' burned across my forehead every morning? Do you really think there's any other reason why he married you? It might have been for flicking in the beginning, but he's quit that now, and I know it, too. What's left, Mom?" he cried.
Vera slapped him. She swung her hand through the air and felt her tits wobble violently on her chest with the force of the blow.
Roger sucked in his breath and held his hand to his face. A tear leaked from his eye. His shoulders slumped, as if with some kind of defeat. Vera spun and started for her bedroom, away from this young man liquor had made into somebody not her son. Roger jumped in front of her, knocking over a snail table. His eyes were a little too bright, a shade unreal.
"Hey, you can't go to bed yet, damn it!" he cried. "I've got company out there-somebody I invited over to meet my big sister. Hey, don't screw it up, Mom-I told them you were my sister."
"Roger, get out of my way. Roger?" She stepped back towards the middle of the room, away from him, away from the safety of her bedroom door with the lock on it There was something more than liquor in him.
"I'm frying to prove a point, damn it! You're wasting your life with that old bastard, but you can't see it! Hey, gang!" he shouted towards the open doorway. "Come on and meet Sis!"
He waved his arm towards the doorway and blocked her escape at the same time. A couple in their mid twenties came laughing and stumbling through the front door, both as drunk as he.
CHAPTER TWO
The girl was dainty and brunette. She had small tits and a wiggly ass anybody could fuck. She rushed towards Roger with a small squeal and leaped into his arms, cupping his prick with her hips and shaking her butt wildly. She glanced at Vera after kissing him thoroughly.
"Hi Sis! Jeez, I thought you wasn't ever gonna agree to Luck! We been sittin' out there a long time!" She turned to Roger again, pushing her small, sharp tits into his chest. "Now, honey? God, I can't wait to wrap my wet pussy around that big stiff cock of yours!"
Vera stared. Then a movement caught her eye, and she saw the man. He was coarse and big, with long, apish arms furred black. His lips were thick. his nose faintly squashed. Muscles sloped from skull to shoulders, leaving him with no neck. He clumped into the room in dirty Levi's and heavy swamp boots and gave her a grin that was supposed to be pleasant It came out wicked. It reminded her of three other grins eighteen years ago, and her pussy spawned with a throb of tenor.
"Roger!" she cried wildly. "What have you done! Damn it, you've gone too far this time! Get them out of my house this instant!"
She was absolutely stunned. Naked or not, she could only stand there flat-footed and ask herself over and over why he'd done this to her. What was his reason?