Unfortunately, Robbie was put on the back burner of Cass's mind the moment he walked out of the apartment. She had a life to live and young men to seduce. For her, life continued on as usual. Occasionally, but only occasionally when was sitting on the sofa staring at the night lights, she thought of him fondly.
As for Robbie, he was devastated and held a grudge towards his mother which he could not shake.
His mother, at every opportunity, reminded him of his lapse in judgment and that he needed to forget Cass and get on with his life.
Marcy had settled in nicely with her new job and their new apartment. She worked long hours but the money was good and she soon had savings in the bank and a new car. She promised Robbie that she would get him a used car soon.
For Robbie, weeks turned into months and there was no word from Cass.
Two years and no word from Cass. Then, the unthinkable. They received word Cass had been killed in a car accident! The news devastated Robbie and his mother seemed to take the news quite hard also, but the words she spoke concerning her sister were not kind or sympathetic words, making Robbie more distraught and angry than ever towards his mother.
At 23, Robbie had finally found a girl that he thought would make him happy. He was anxious to get out of his mother's apartment and on his own. He had a good job, a night foreman for a machine shop, and the used car had turned into a new one.
By 25, Robbie was married to wife, Betty, and had two small children. They had a beautiful new apartment, saving for a home.
Betty was pretty and sexy enough but she was far from what Robbie had hoped for in a sexual partner that he was going to spend the rest of his life with.
She had lost her imagination and her sex drive was becoming almost nonexistent. She constantly reminded him that the children had to be cared for and wore her out. That, and they had sex only on the weekends, if then. His mind and eye began to wander.
When he visited his mother, she gave him no sympathy or support and sided with Betty when he voiced the sexual frustration he was feeling. She constantly brought up Cass and told him that he had been spoiled by his romp with her and that he should grow up and be an adult. She constantly accused him of screwing Cass. He always denied it as he had promised. They argued on this subject regularly, with lots of lewd and sexual mud flying both ways.
Marcy accused her son of wanting his wife to screw during the day when the children might happen on them or asking her to perform disgusting acts, telling him that Cass was the exception, now the norm. Robbie accused his mother of being a cold bitch, that maybe a good screwing on a regularly basis might make her more sympathetic to his plight. More than once he had suggested incest was better than wasting away.
At 46, Marcy had spent most of her adult life being embittered towards men and life in general. She tolerated Betty and the children and rarely attended parties or visited at their apartment. She had warned her son Betty would not meet his expectations. Another needle in the cushion creating discontent between mother and son.
It all came to a head one afternoon, a Monday, in Marcy's apartment. She had just started a two week vacation.
The next day Robbie reluctantly picked his mother up for breakfast and food shopping.
Their conversations driving to and during breakfast gave no indication that they had had a serious and physical confrontation on Monday. They talked of the weather, a bit about politics and Marcy asked about the kids.
Absolutely no indication that they had had a heated and intense argument, their shouting match tempered by the knowledge that their words had to remain within the confines of the apartment.
"You're hearing what you want to hear! NO! HELL NO! Only in your dreams am I going to shed my panties and spread my legs for you! You made your bed, now lay in it!" Were among the many things shouted by Marcy Monday afternoon.
"You're a fucking tease." Were the counters made. "You always have been. Cass was an angel compared to you. You say things then deny you said them.
Robbie had pursued his mother into her tiny kitchen, backed her against the back wall and, anyone would convict, began to sexually assaulted her. He lifted her light sweater, pulling at it, causing her to bent at the waist in her struggle to retain it. As was her habit around the apartment, she wore no bra. He won the struggle and began fondling her breast all the while accusing her of taunting him with sexual innuendos.
Stripped of the sweater, Marcy ceased her resistance, Marcy had been stripped bare from the waist up. Her son was fondling her breast and sucking a nipple while thumbing the other. She was as a deer in the headlight - her sensors being overloaded with her son's audacity to strip her topless and paw her.
"Are you going to let me screw you?" He had whispered in her ear as he pressed hard against her body. He wanted her to feel his erection.
She did, "You are going to do what men do!" she seethed in vicious reply. "I'm not going to LET you screw me, but I won't give you the pleasure of resisting."
Her unresponsiveness and words broke the spell and he moved away from her, backing to the kitchen entrance. Head down, furious, he quickly left the apartment. She was shaking and began crying. Had he been right?
An hour or more later and calm, she sucked it up and called him to remind him that he had agreed to pick her up the next day, Tuesday.
Their conversation at the food store consisted of vocal reminders as to what she needed and things not to forget. The drive to her apartment building was a short drive with only a few comments about her rent increase.
When Robbie pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building a feeling of uneasiness dropped like a curtain between them. Rather than find a parking spot as usual, he pulled up at the front curb, 20 feet from the security doors.
"I'll go get a basket for your groceries." He said, exiting the car before she had a chance to speak.
"You're not coming up?" She asked in a concerned tone as they moved the groceries from the car to the basket.
"I don't think that would be a good idea." He replied.
"Do you have some pressing business to take care of?" She challenged, getting no answer she added. "I want you to come up. We have a bit of unfinished business, wouldn't you agree."
Her last words left Robbie in the dark, pondering what she could possibly mean. Surely she didn't want to argue more. He parked the car as she waited.
Entering the apartment, he began to help her unload the bags, putting items away, then he took a seat at the small dining table. He watched her pour a glass of Coke, sitting it in front of him. She moved to the other side of the table and sat down, staring at him with a pained look on her face, pressing and moving her lips together.
"I am sorry I upset you so much yesterday." She began. "We both said things yesterday that we shouldn't have. You did things yesterday that you shouldn't have, but I think I understand your frustration now. I've given it a lot of thought."
She waited long seconds for her son to say something. He remained silent sipping his Coke.
"Well, we placed a lot of cards on the table. No matter how hard we try things are never going to be the same again. I hope you understand that over the years, when I gave you a difficult time I was only trying to be a good mother, to guide you in the right direction."
"I know that." Robbie said, feeling he needed to acknowledge her being a good mother.
"I was very distraught when you left yesterday." She continued. "But like I said, I gave the whole matter a lot of thought. You don't view incest the way I did...I've reexamined my opinions on the subject.
The word "did" did not slip pass Robbie's attention.
"I can thank Cass for that, I suppose. I should have long ago. I thought a lot about her too. My one goal in life was and is to be a good mother. If you are truly that miserable at home because of sex and think laying with me will help, I am willing to do what's necessary without any animosity or judgment. I would rather do that than let you ruin your marriage with a girlfriend are such. There is no worry of pregnancy, so that makes it safe, I suppose. My hysterectomy left me an IT rather than a fertile woman. And, a son visiting his mother is normal enough. Hell, even Betty knows you've spent the night here once or twice when she went to visit her mom and dad."
"You have indeed given it much thought?" Robbie said with a suspicious tone.
"I didn't sleep much last night." Marcy assured her son adding, "If you were listening yesterday, I accused you of thinking and acting like incestuous sex with your mother was but a small leap from having incestuous sex with your aunt. Something like that anyway! I'm willing to let you find out. Should I be correct, that it is not, I will not hold it against you and hopefully we can stop arguing."
"So you don't think yesterday," Robbie pressed. "That you gave me the impression that you were jealous and wanted me to do what I did, or more?"
"I can only say for certain that I'm a drama queen. When one is angry, words and thoughts can get jumbled and misconstrued."
"You don't think there is any chance you might enjoy it?" Robbie queried, wondering if he really wanted to lay with his mother if she wasn't going to derive any pleasure from it.
"I am not the prude you think I am. It would probably surprise you to know I masturbate...often. I dislike men in general and I don't want to be under a man's thumb. I love you. You being my son makes a difference. Whether I will enjoy it or not remains to be seen. I haven't been with a man in a very long time."
Long, long seconds ticked by. Robbie was unsure how to proceed, what words to say to tell her he was very interested in continuing the conversation. Under the table, squeezing his erection, assured him he needed some sort of relief from his sexual frustration. But still! Yesterday, he had revealed his desire . She had shun him. Now, he wasn't sure. Would it be shame inducing... sex with his mother... regardless of how he viewed sex with his deceased aunt.
"There is no sense in beating this subject to death." Marcy finally said as if reading his mind. "Let's go to the bedroom." Standing, she heading that way.
Robbie followed closely behind her now completely interested and aroused at seeing his mother naked. As she started to undress, Robbie followed suit watching her closely.
At 5'8", Marcy was almost the exact opposite of her sister, Cass. She was rather thin, not from trying, but it seemed to be her nature. She ate little and exercised even less. Her dirty blonde hair was a Cleopatra style cut. Her facial features were soft and she was pleasant to look upon, though not overly cute or pretty.
Watching his mother undress in the afternoon light, Robbie found her skin to be devoid of any tan except a slight tan midway down her legs as she wore shorts often. Her arms the same. Her breast were small, the nipples flat at the moment, but they and her ass gave her small frame a well proportioned look. Watching her walk around the bed pulling down the bedding, he studied the bush between her thighs and deemed it quite lush. He wondered why she pivoted her head as she rounded the bed staring downward.
"I'm no expert but I've seen a few, for real, and in magazines, but I've never seen one look quite like that." She said, her gaze causing Robbie to looked down at his erect cock, pointed mostly vertical. "Most interesting shape and statue!"
She continued, as she entered the bed positioning herself in the middle on her back. "If you don't mind, we will start conservatively. We can try whatever you like later on."
