A Haunting - Beth's Resolve

A Haunting - Beth's Resolve

The Final Chapter

Chapter six -

My mother placed one hand on her face trying to hide her shock, if not embarrassment, over what I'd admitted, and ran out of the kitchen. Her action was confusing leading me to wonder what I'd done wrong...

I tried bolstering myself by thinking as the man of the house -- I'd given her what my father had wanted. Still a small amount of uncertainty remained. Leaving the kitchen, I went to the bathroom, and after finding the door locked, I called out.

"Mom, can I come in?"

After a period of silence, I heard her clear her throat.

"No, no, Bobby... I need some time to myself... please."

Leaning against the hall wall my confusion remained, even escalating into fear.

"Mom, whatever I did I'm sorry."

"Bobby, please... we'll talk later."

The finality in her voice made it clear she wasn't in the mood, and I walked away.

By the time we were together again, I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking the coffee she'd made. My mother was dressed, looking fresh, and ready for her day when she entered. Rising quickly, I moved to pour her a cup, getting a weak smile from her.

"Thank you," she said, in a diminished voice, as I placed the cup in front of her.

My fear subsided, and as I sat down, I reached out to softly touch her arm. Seeing the glazed look in her eyes bothered me.

"Mom... mom, I'm worried, what's wrong?"

After a sip, she slowly shook her head.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?"

"Mom, you don't look like nothing's wrong, you look lost or something... is this about earlier?"

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Tapping my hand I rested on her arm, she finally seemed to snap out of the mood that had overtaken her.

"In a way... yes, Bobby, it is."

Of course, my mind was racing at that point. Mentally I relived the morning, and could find nothing wrong with what I'd done. My actions were exactly as my father had imprinted in my memory, and I spoke about it to my mother.

"I know, you're right, Bobby. You did exactly what he would have done, only better, and that's the problem," she replied.

"Problem?"

"Yes, you said you knew everything, remember?"

I nodded and she went on.

"What your father did... well, it was like planting a virus in your mind. A virus that instilled every aspect of his sex life with me, into your memory."

I was somewhat relieved, and withdrew my hand.

"Maybe, I guess. I mean I do have vivid memories, and..."

"And... the problem is your virus is a contagion, Bobby. It's affected me, too," she went on to explain.

"I don't understand, just how is that bad?"

"Bobby... for God's sake, what he did, from his ethereal existence, was born from loss, not love. I'm certain he had no idea what his desires would create after his departure.

Briefly hesitating, she went on, "I want the truth, Bobby, what's the first thing on your mind when you see me?"

"I'm not sure I agree with you, but to answer you, sex - sex is on my mind. All I can think of is getting you naked and..."

"Exactly. When I see you it's the same way. All I can think of is getting you hard so you can do the things he did to me," she said, and quickly repeated, "It's a dangerous virus - dangerous."

It had been a strange morning. Beth, my mother, had me at a loss. It felt like it was a 'Catch-22' scenario, or damned if I do, damned if I don't. Rising from the table I went for more coffee, mulling over in my head what might be coming. I knew what incest was, and yet, it didn't feel that way. There was no coercion, unless my father's impact might be considered. The willingness between her and me seemed obvious and real.

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"So, Beth... sorry - I mean mom, are you suggesting that what we've shared ends now, right here?"

Looking at me, she got up, and joined me at the kitchen counter. Surprisingly, she pressed her lips to mine, in a tender kiss.

"Considering our relationship, Beth is fine, and no, I'm not suggesting that. At least not yet," she commented, and smiled. "I really need to think about this. I don't want to hurt you, but I'm not ready to lose what we have, either."

Beth's question about what I thought when seeing her was spot on. Standing next to her inhaling her heady perfume, and feeling the aftereffects of her kiss, my penis reacted. Noticing, she gently patted my growing lump.

"God, you're incorrigible, you know that?" she said, grinning.

Shrugging my shoulders, I raised an eyebrow, making a suggestive move.

Holding me at bay with her hand, she said, "Ah, no... as much as I want that beautiful thing - no, I've got to head out for work."

As she walked away, I called out, "Tonight!?"

Without looking back, she raised and waved her hand. "Definitely tonight!"

~

The night became even more interesting. Entering the bedroom with a bottle of wine, I was naked. My hard, blood-filled shaft swayed before me, making Beth smile.

"I'm curious, how long can you keep that up, anyway?" she asked.

"Not sure, guess we'll find out. So, you said what dad did to me - us, I mean, was dangerous," I replied, pouring wine into her glass.

Beth leaned towards me, put her hand on my cheek, and offered her lips.

"Yes, I did... no time like the present, I guess," she remarked, sighed, and patted the bed next to her. "I've been thinking about us all day. We're like horses with blinders on, we have tunnel vision, and only see each other. In your case, you see me through your father's want-to-do memories. It's not much different for me," she began, stopping only to sip wine.

"Okay... and just why is that bad? Don't I please you?"

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Laughing, Beth reached to wiggle my erection, before continuing.

"Please me? You know you do, but that's not the issue. The danger, Bobby, is that we'll forget just who we are; you're my son, and I'm your mother, just what do you think would happen if one day we were caught? And I don't mean having intense sex - intimate kissing would be almost as bad. Do you see my point?"

"Something not good, I'm guessing," I responded.

"Ah, a bit understated, but yeah. Driving home, it dawned on me that we have a simple solution, if we want to stay together. I come up with a plausible story, one that requires us to move."

"Yeah, but what about your job? You've been there, like forever," I commented.

"I can work remotely. Nothing I'm doing really requires me to be at an office. So, we look for a place out of state, where no one knows us. Our love life can remain intact, and even when we start meeting people, they'll just see a lucky cougar with a young stud as a lover," she answered, setting her wine glass down, and reaching for mine.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I can't take looking at your deliciously hard cock any longer, slide down."

Without waiting for me to respond, she leaned, getting on her hands and knees, and moved to straddle my chest. Once in place she lowered, presenting her pussy to my lips, and at the same time, grabbed my shaft to suck on my cockhead. I knew what to do, but before I went after her clit, I moistened my index finger, and worked into her anus.

"Whoa, guess you found what you were looking for in your mental vault, that's how your father started me out," she said, surprised at the intrusion of my finger.

Like a worm, I wiggled my finger in as far as I could get it, and only then did I address her clit. Busy slurping on my cock, her reaction to my wiggling finger was a wet-sounding moan, and an increase in her head bobbing. What happened next was... well, crazy -- we started talking, as we were pleasuring each other!

Pulling her lips off me with a wet, slurping sound, Beth commented casually, as if we were doing anything but what we were.

"So, do you like my plan?"

Following suit, I did something similar, after releasing her clit.

"What's not to like? If you're happy, and it keeps us together, why not?" I replied, and sucked in her clit again.

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"You'll have to help with a house search. I won't say anything at work until I know we have a place," she replied, after releasing me again.

The conversation ended, when I gave her clit a rapid burst of sucking, well almost. Her mouth came off my shaft, as she started her hips into a humping motion.

"Umm, do that quick sucking thing again," she moaned out.

I slurped in her clit, pursed my lips, and rapidly pushed it out, and sucked it back in, making her moan turn into a groan of pleasure. The hand she was using to stroke me went spasmodic, losing the rhythmic motion she had. It felt as if she was matching my actions, whether fast or slow.

"Oh fuck... Bobby, I don't know what you're doing to me, but don't stop!" she cried out, before hungrily going back after my cock with her mouth.

After having an erection for as long as I had, and all the accompanying feelings that went with it, I finally succumbed to Beth's lips and mouth. The first ejaculation caught her by surprise, but she held her lips tightly, taking everything I offered, and swallowing it all.

At nearly the same time, she forced her hips down on my face, humping wildly, having her own orgasm. With my finger still in her ass, I fingerfucked her to increase what she was already experiencing.

"Holy fuck - holy fuck... oh shit, yes, yes, YES!" she screamed out, after pulling off my cock.

There was no intercourse that night, but what we did was just as satisfying. Easing my finger out, I helped her to slide down, giving myself breathing room, and a view. Spent, Beth let out a heavy sigh, lying on top of me.

"Happy?" I asked.

"Umm, you have no idea how much, thank you."

"Why don't you roll off and turn around."

Snuggled into my side, Beth drifted off, and I followed her.

~

I woke Beth the next morning, by sucking on her nipple, and softly massaging her clit.

"Umm, stop - you're insatiable," she giggled out, grabbing my hand.

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"Hey, just want to start your day out with a smile, roll over."

"Bobby, I'm not even awake yet," she groaned out, but rolled anyway.

Already erect, I lifted her hips up, and rubbed my cockhead into her labia slit, pushing at the same time. She may not have been fully awake, but she was wet, and I slipped in easily.

"Oh God, baby, what am I going to do with you?" she groaned out.

She knew exactly what she was going to do. I left the bed depleted, and Beth got up, weak-kneed and happy, clutching her pussy.

"Make coffee!" she yelled out, running for the bathroom.

Forty-five minutes later, I handed her the first cup of the morning. Blushing, she kissed me, and took a seat at the table. Looking at me as I joined her, she shook her head.

"What?"

"People in the office are going to start talking," she replied.

"About what?"

"Me, walking in with a satisfied look, and a shit-eating grin on my face, nearly every morning - that's what. You're spoiling me," she commented.

I laughed over her remark.

"Good, let 'em be jealous. All I care about is that you're happy."

Beth took a sip, looking reflective.

"Remember what we were talking about last night?"

"You mean when you were - and I was... yeah, I do," I said, making her smile.

"Yes, exactly. Well, I really think we'd better act sooner than later. It's going to get dicey around here before too long. I'd rather be thought of as a cougar, than an incestuous mother, get my drift?"

I laughed again, before remarking,

"Beth, you're no cougar, you're not anywhere near old enough."

"That's sweet, but I am, what..."

"Sixteen -- just sixteen years older, and shit, there are people with thirty, forty, and even more years of difference involved in love affairs. Besides, you're my Sweeney."

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"I'm your what?"

Betrayed by my own words, I swallowed hard.

"Sweeney... I've always thought you looked like Sydney Sweeney, the actor," I admitted, blushing.

"Holy... are you talking about the short, blonde-haired, big-titted one?"

I nodded.

"And you think I look like her?"

I nodded again.

"You do Beth, and I've had a crush on you since... well, ever since I saw Sweeney in the movie, The Voyeurs."

Grinning, Beth started to laugh.

"That's the one where she's drawn to the people who leave their windows uncovered, having sex, am I right?"

She could tell by my expression, she'd nailed it.

"Huh, I'm thinking your father didn't have to work too hard getting you to do what he wanted, now did he?" she asked.

"I plead the fifth."

"Fine, your 'Sweeney' needs to finish getting ready for work. Any ideas about where to move?"

"Ah, think about Hawaii - Maui maybe?"

Rising to get ready for work, she smiled. "No harm in looking, and Bobby... thanks for the morning wake up."

A few months later...

Topping a lava outcropping, we looked down on a curved, secluded beach. It was Maui's world-renowned beach - Little Beach...

Authors note:

The comments by my readers are welcomed, and constant reminders that improvements are always possible. I am hoping this added chapter to - A Haunting - will help place closure on the story, as some have felt was needed. Thank you again, to all that follow.

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