Chapter 3
"What are you guys doing?" Barry was standing at the kitchen door holding some bags of groceries. The women were embracing each other and both were naked. Lucinda and Karen jumped away from each other when they were surprised but Karen was laughing and Lucinda was acting dazed.
"We were just playing girl games," said Karen. "Weren't we Lucy?"
"No," she said, shaking her head as if in complete disbelief. "No," Lucinda repeated. The distraught woman burst into tears and ran from the kitchen completely disregarding her clothing still laying on the floor.
Damn! thought Karen. The spell had been broken. She'd have to start mind-fucking Barry's mom all over again. Well, it was easy this time and it wouldn't be difficult the next time. Karen was sorry she hadn't planned a whole day alone with Lucy. Then the old hag would have been under her thumb permanently with nothing Barry or anyone else could do about it. It would be nice when Lucy was her personal pussy licker. The young teen loved to have her pussy licked but Barry didn't like to lick her pussy beyond her first cum and that was pretty hard to hide from him.
"I wish you'd leave her alone. We had some fun yesterday but now things are getting out of hand."
"I'm sorry, baby," said Karen sincerely. "But she was mean to me first. Remember?"
"Yeah, yeah," Barry said. "I know that but you've more than gotten your revenge and she is my mom, you know."
"You know I love you, honey. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or your mom. You know that."
"I don't know that," replied Barry. "Look, Karen. I don't want you trying anything with my mom when I'm not around. I'm not going to let you completely fuck her up, understand?"
"I understand," Karen replied. "If she leaves me alone, I'll leave her alone."
Barry sighed. "Okay," he said finally. He wondered how long Karen would stick with that promise. Probably not for very long, he thought. "I'd better go calm my mom down. She looked pretty upset."
Karen giggled. "She's not so upset that a good fucking wouldn't take care of it."
"I don't think she wants that any more," said Barry. Didn't his mother say just yesterday that she didn't want anymore? Not that Barry would object if she changed her mind. He began to suspect incest was a lot more prevalent than he first believed. Fucking relatives was hot stuff! That thought made him think of his sister Amy. Amy had the same body type as her mother and was already struggling with her weight but that didn't bother Barry. Would he try something with Amy? Would she be willing? Jeez! His thinking had really taken a sick turn since he met Karen. Now every thought about his mother and sister was sexually charged.
"Trust me. She does want it," Karen declared confidently.
Barry shook his head in disbelief. He'd better go find his mom before Karen had him believing that line. The young man picked up his mother's night gown and robe and headed to Lucy's bedroom, rather his bedroom. Barry didn't think he could get used to sleeping in the master bedroom. He knocked on the door and entered. The young man's mother was lying on the bed crying.
"Are you all right, Mom?" Lucy seemed startled when she heard her son's voice but she didn't move to cover her still naked body.
"Go away please, Barry. I want to be alone. I want to die." Darn! He hadn't seen his mom this depressed since the breakup with his dad.
"Don't talk like that, Mom. Everything's going to be all right. I told Karen to lay off. She said she would." Barry sat down on the bed beside his mother and started gently stroking her hair.
"And you believe her?" Lucy shook her head. "You don't have to be here. I'm all right now and I don't want you to be uncomfortable with me."
"Uncomfortable, Mom? What do you mean?"
"Karen says you're totally disgusted with me for what I've allowed to happen. It's something very easy for me to believe because that's what I believed already."
"More lies, Mom. Don't believe Karen. I've never been disgusted with you and never will be. I love you as much as ever."
"I wish I could believe that," Lucy said dejectedly.
"Well, believe this," Barry said and placed one of Lucy's hands over his hardening prick. He knew it was desperate but it was the only thing he could think of to do besides spouting platitudes. Lucy began stroking his prick right away making it harder. She finally started being interested in him being there. Karen was right thought Barry. Mom does need another fuck.
"Oh, Barry. I need it. Please fuck me." She looked at her son with a hopeful expression praying that she wouldn't be rejected.
"Well, just lie back and spread your legs, lady 'cuz here I come," said Barry smiling down at her. Lucy was taken aback by the crude way Barry had spoken to her but she was thrilled nonetheless. The middle aged mother could feel herself becoming wet as her very own son stripped off his clothing. She immediately obeyed Barry's instructions and lay back with her legs spread. He's treating me like a common slut he met on the street thought Lucy and that made her even happier. Barry didn't bother with any foreplay or kissing and plunged his prick into her slobbering cunt. Instinctively the young man knew the right way to treat his distraught mother. This wasn't going to be a mercy fuck with someone you felt sorry for.
Lucy wouldn't have it any other way. Hadn't she acted like a slut for the last couple of days? Then it was proper she should be treated like a slut.
"I love you, Barry," Lucy shouted as her first orgasm made her shudder with ecstasy.
"I love you too, Mom," Barry answered as he continued to pump his prick inside his mother's hot wetness. He enjoyed watching his mom's tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust.
Lucy wished she was young and pretty enough to steal Barry away from that little bitch who had intruded into their lives. Well, facts were facts. Lucy was pushing 40 and was overweight. She knew Barry wouldn't have given her a second glance if not for the kinky attraction of an incestuous relationship. These gloomy thoughts didn't prevent Lucy from having another nice cum as her son finished squirting another dose of virile sperm inside her womb.
"I'm going to quit my job, Barry." Those were the first words Lucy spoke after they had rested from their fuck.
"What? What are you talking about, Mom?"
"It's the only way I know to deal with this situation. That bitch is blackmailing me by threatening to go to my employers with that story. If I quit my job the leverage she has will go away. I'll sell the house and move away to where no one knows me."
"Jeez, Mom. That's kind of a radical solution. What exactly happened when I was at the grocery store?"
"That girl is a witch, son. She had me agreeing that I should become her slave. I'm absolutely frightened of her. Every time I've been in the same room with her she's exerted some kind of weird influence over me, even when you're there too." Lucy proceeded to give an outline of what happened when he was out.
"Gosh. If I was you I would've gone ahead and strangled her."
Lucy actually laughed. "You think so? Well, I wish I could have switched places with you at that moment. Do you think you would have been able to carry out the deed?"
"Hmmm, probably not. Yeah, she makes me kind of crazy, too. Sometimes I think I'm in love with her, Mom. Does that make sense?"
"A lot more sense then the feelings of jealousy I'm experiencing just now. I wish I wasn't so much older than you and so overweight."
"There's nothing we can do about our age difference, Mom but instead of raggin' on your weight all the time, why don't you get back into shape?
"I'm afraid I've never really been in shape," Lucy complained. "I've always had a weight problem." Lucy was feeling defensive now and not a little embarrassed about talking about it with her son. Why did she even bring it up?
"Sure you've been in shape before, Mom. The kids in the neighborhood used to call you Wonder Woman behind your back because your body was just like hers. I acted embarrassed when they called you that but I was secretly proud that they all thought you had a sexy body with your big tits."
Lucy blushed deeply. Her body being compared to Wonder Woman's body was something she never could have imagined. She wanted her son to be proud of her again. The matron was becoming conscious again of her nakedness in front of her son. It was something she shouldn't get used to. "I suppose I could try after we get resettled."
"Bullshit, Mom," Barry declared. "Karen's not running you out of town. I won't allow it. I'm not going to move anywhere and I don't think Amy wants to either."
"And what about Amy?" Lucy asked. "She's due back in a little over a week. What if this thing with Karen isn't resolved by the time she returns? I'm sure she'll try to embarrass me in front of Amy or worse, try something with Amy."
"I'll deal with Amy when she comes back and I'll work on Karen behaving herself. You just work on getting back in shape."
Lucy wanted to argue more with her son but he was making sense. Besides that, she was proud of him wanting to take charge of important matters. She started to think that things couldn't get worse but then she remembered the last time she thought that then things got worse.
"Where are you going Lucy?"
"Out for a walk," said Lucy. She'd just dug out her sweats and walking shoes determined to start on her fitness program right away.
"Can I come with you?"
"No! I mean no thanks. I prefer to walk alone. Uh, didn't Barry tell you to leave me alone?"
"Well, yeah but I was just trying to be, you know, civil."
"Thanks just the same. I'd prefer to do my workouts alone."
"Speaking of workouts, I was listening at the door a while ago. Please don't tire out Barry too much. He needs to take care of me also."
"Please leave me alone," Lucy whimpered. "I'm begging you."
"Call me mistress and I'll leave you alone.” For now.
"You're not my mistress," the poor woman insisted. Here she goes again despite what Barry told her thought Lucy. Yet Lucy was reluctant to run to Barry every time the young bitch harassed her. That would drive him crazy and make him reluctant to intervene if something more serious came up. She knew she have to learn to deal with Karen herself.
"You know I am. You admitted it yourself. You'll admit it to me again, even in front of your son." Karen moved closer to Lucy. "C'mon. Just whisper it to me. You know you want to. No one else will hear. Barry's watching porn on the computer. What could be easier? You can deny you ever said it. Go on. Say it. Get it over with."
Lucy could feel herself weakening. What harm could it do? Let the little bitch play her game. "M-mistress," she breathed, hating herself as soon as it was spoken.
"Slave," Karen whispered back and then giggled in triumph.
Lucy rushed out the door as fast as she could walk. Her face was beet red with embarrassment. Would this girl's efforts to humiliate Lucy never end? She swore she would get her revenge. Somehow.