"Ooo! Aren't those shoes adorable?" Paula exclaimed, turning to Janet. She frowned when she saw the far-away look on her friend's face. "Jeez, you've been distracted all day. It's not much fun window-shoppin' with a mannequin, you know," she chided.
"Oh - sorry...." Janet replied with an embarrassed smile.
"What's the matter, hon?"
"It's nothing. Nothing at all. I've, uh, just got a headache...."
"Oh! You want an aspirin? I've got a bottle in here somewhere....." she began to rummage in her purse.
"No, no, don't bother - I'm fine, really. I suppose I should go home and lie down for a while, though. But I hate to cut our day out short! You do understand, don't you?" she asked apologetically.
"Of course I understand, sweetie! When you don't feel good, you can't enjoy anything! You go straight home and take a nap. I'll see you back in "prison" Monday." They exchanged kisses and Janet gratefully took her leave.
She'd spent the outing in a fog. The memory of the scene in Vince's bedroom - and her appalling reaction to it - had been branded into her brain. At lunch she'd replied to Paula's gossippy girl-talk in monosyllables as the outrageous images were repeated over & over: Megan with her thighs spread wide, whimpering helplessly; Vince's huge penis thrusting into her nubile young body; his sperm spraying all over her, endlessly; then her own shattering orgasm as the pungent smell of it filled her quivering nostrils.........
"Oh, why the hell did I look in his room? Why?" Janet groaned as the scorching recollection caused her swollen clitoris to throb yet again. Fluid flowed from her vagina, re-moistening the stiffened crotch of her panties. An oncoming driver blared his horn as she edged into his lane, startling Janet out of her reverie. She jerked the wheel back to the right, her heart skipping beats.
"Almost home. Get yourself together, woman......." she said breathlessly, wiping the sweat from her brow with a tissue.
Janet quietly closed the front door and almost cautiously walked in. The house was quiet. She looked at the clock: 3:47.
I guess I'd better start dinner, she thought idly, making her way to the kitchen. She took a package of ground beef out of the fridge, patted out some burgers and put them on the stove to fry. She went through the motions of meal preparation like an automaton: opening a can of corn; slicing up potatoes and putting them in the deep fryer; absorbed in her troubled thoughts as the sizzling sounds grew louder.
"Damn, that smells good!" Vince said from behind her, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin.
"Vince!! D-don't you DARE creep up on me like that!!" Janet shouted, her hand pressing to her chest. It was as if he'd risen out of the floor.
"Sorry! I didn't think I was creepin'....."
"You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"I said I was sorry, ok?"
"Well, don't you ever do that again!" she said, flipping the burgers, and adding slices of cheese.
"You're home kinda early, ain't you? I thought you said you'd be gone all day."
"I, um, I had a headache, so I decided to come on back." A pause. "Where's Megan?"
"Oh, she left about an hour ago," he replied with a self-satisfied look.
"You seem to like her quite a lot....." Janet said, taking the burgers out of the skillet and putting them onto buns.
"Yeah, she's alright," he said with a shrug, as he scooped the fries out of the boiling oil with a strainer.
"'She's alright'? You two seemed to be - getting along real good......"
"Well, I like her, sure - Meggy's a nice girl 'n' all, you know. But she's just a friend really."
Just a friend!, Janet thought, scandalized by his cavalier attitude.
"Are you sure she sees things the same way?"
"Oh hell yeah. She's no more "in love" with me than I am with her. No doubt about that."
On hearing this, Janet felt an unexpected rush of satisfaction - and it chilled her.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Set the table!" she snapped irritably.......
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The weeks that followed were sheer hell for Janet. The harder she tried to expunge from her mind the images of her son having sex, the more frequently they plagued her. She'd be going about her business - doing the daily shopping; engaging in small talk as she tinted a customer's hair - then the filthy scenes would flash before her again, instantly causing her pussy to come to life in that awful way.
"You okay, honey?" Marcy asked one day when the visions struck.
"Huh? Of course!" she replied, rattled. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, you're as red as a beet....."
"Oh. It's j-just a little stuffy in here, that's all......"
Janet's inner turmoil made her short-tempered with her friends & acquaintances - and doubly so with Vince. She'd always enjoyed his company very much, but now his mere presence unsettled her greatly. His slightest transgression would set her off.
Naturally, her prolonged irritability toward him left him nonplussed, and increasingly resentful.
"Damned if I know what her problem is....." Vince confided to Megan one afternoon, shaking his head. "I mean, she snaps at me like a rabid chihuahua - for nothing! At first, I just thought she was having her period, ya know? But a fuckin' period don't last for weeks & weeks! I'm not gonna take much more of this shit....."
Not even sleep provided Janet a respite from her torment. Late one sweltering August night, she awoke breathless from yet another nocturnal replay; her nightie clinging to her perspiring flesh, her bottom soaked with her fluids. Janet's vagina was on fire; her clitoris enormously swollen and throbbing with her rapid pulse. Her tortured body ached, crying out for the release she'd denied it for so long. With a trembling hand, she hesitantly slid the drawer of the nightstand open, reached in and took out a big, realistic dildo she'd bought years before. She gazed at it in the half-light of the full moon. Its length & thickness were almost the same as his.....
Janet lifted the wet nightie and spread her soft thighs. She began rubbing the shaft of the dong along the slit of her inflamed labia; slathering honey onto her inch-long clit & pubic hair. Then she placed the bulbous head of the dildo to the weeping entrance of her sex.
"Please forgive me, but I need this so....." Janet whispered as she slowly parted the walls of her vagina with the massive fake penis. Inch by inch she pushed it into her body, until at last its rubber testicles were pressed to her quivering asshole. Janet held still a moment, a stifled sob of satisfaction escaping her lips at the wonderful feeling of fullness in her womb. She withdrew the dildo except for the head, then thrust it all the way back in, and faster than before, causing her to hiss through gritted teeth. As she began to vigorously work the dong back & forth in her pussy, the lurid images of Vince's magnificent penis ramming into Megan returned with a vengeance - and this time Janet was too weak to resist their intoxicating power.
"Yesss...... t-take me, Vince........take Mommy, my darling........"
Janet reached into her nightie with her free hand, urgently exposing her sweaty breasts. She rolled & stretched her swollen nipples as she plunged the dildo into her sopping vagina with increasing rapidity. Janet was hotter than a two-dollar pistol, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. She reamed her juicy box, twisting the dong this way & that, the squishy noises filling the room.
"Mommy's pussy is yours, baby.........only yourrrs..........ohhhhh my Godd......."
The orgasm hit Janet like a hurricane. Her vagina contracted, clamping the dildo in an iron grip. Electric shocks of pleasure jolted from her spasming womb, traveling in waves up her tummy to her livid nipples. Janet bucked her crotch off the bed, and bit her hand to keep from screaming in ecstasy.
Janet's buttocks flopped back onto the damp mattress as the orgasm petered out. She was totally exhausted. As she withdred the slick dildo from her sated pussy, she was inundated with a terrible flood of guilt.
"Ohhh, how could I think of my own son like that......." Janet whimpered pitifully, tears pouring down her cheeks. "My own baby.......I'm evil.....evil.........."
She quietly wept herself to sleep.
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Rather than providing even temporary relief, Janet's surrender to the incestuous fantasy had only inflamed her forbidden lust. She suddenly found herself masturbating with unprecedented frequency, sometimes 3 times a day. Janet pistoned the dildo into her pussy over & over in her desperate attempts to quench the unholy fire in her loins. All to no avail. She tried to imagine sex with movie stars, or handsome men she'd seen on the streets - with anyone but Vince - but she was mortified to discover that she could no longer achieve orgasm without thinking of her son.
Her guilt - and her temper - became worse by the day.
One evening, a furious Janet came storming into the house after another hard day at the salon.
"You promised me you were gonna cut the damn grass this afternoon, but you lied - as usual!" she shouted, slamming the front door.
Christ, here we go again, Vince thought, rolling his eyes. "Hey, I tried to, but the mower wouldn't start! I think it needs a new spark plu-"
