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Bruises Ch. 01

By: Faria



RYN

"Ryn! Ryn! Hey!" Kathryn McClain stuck her head in her locker wishing the high-pitched voice belonging to Kristin Stuart would miraculously cease. 

Yeah right, thought Kathryn (or known as, 'Ryn' by her beloved friends, nix Kristin of course). 

"The day Kristin shuts up is the day I get impregnated by the lunch lady", Ryn told her best friend Lily who was currently trying to shield Ryn with her A.P. Literature notebook. 

"What could she possibly want?" Ryn questioned while watching Kristin struggle her way through the throng of students in her teetering spiked heels and ridiculously short skirt. 

"No clue", said Lily "but she's extremely lucky that the school has heating...what the hell is she thinking wearing something like that in the middle of January?" Indeed, not only was it January but it was January in Pennsylvania, not a bright idea. Then again, it was Kristin. 

Kristin skidded to a halt in front of the locker next to Ryn. 

"SO!" she begins excitedly, "Word on the street is we have a new student!" Ryn just shook her head slowly.

"First of all, I wasn't aware Laughlin had a "street", second of all we have at least 5 new kids every year, what makes this one any different?" Ryn said in an exasperated tone. After all, she and Lily were late for their Literature class and she wasn't in the mood for mindless gossip. 

"Because…this ones a boy…a hot boy might I add and he's like 3 years older then us...I'm not sure why yet but I will most def. find out for sure!" 

"Oh I'm sure she will," mused Lily, replacing her notebook to her neat stack of books in her arms. 

"Oh she's just probably horny and hopped up on vikadin…ya know the usual." explained Ryn. Together the two girls headed off to their last class of the day.

Literature was without a doubt Ryn's favorite class. It was common knowledge throughout the school that she was the "writer" and the "talented one". 

"If only they knew where that talent profited most," she mused, glancing at a black glossy book a student was carrying in their hands. She shook her head and looked at Lily who glanced at the book and immediately shared the same look. They continued down the hall with the bemused expression on their faces, keeping the simple secret they shared between each other.

DERYCK

Why the hell did I come back, was the first thought running through Deryck Talons mind. He was, after all, turning 20 in a week and therefore had the adult right to keep himself out of school. But as in accordance with his aunt and uncles rules, he could live with them if he went back for his last year of high school he never got to complete.

Not only are they putting me at the mercy of high school hell but I have to keep my GPA B plus or above and get 'involved' with the school. He shuddered at the word…he was never one for extracurriculars. And now, to add an extra touch of the ironic fate his schedule had landed him in 8th period A.P. Lit., something the office was not willing to change and something he wasn't looking forward to. Deryck relaxed in the seat his teacher had assigned him, right smack in the middle. 

At least I have an okay teacher, he thought. 

As soon as Deryck had walked into the classroom (another ironic twist of fate, his 7th period class was right next to the Lit. room) Mr. Radakim had made it clear that he was willing to help Deryck since his schedule was, well, less than desired. Deryck started to study the back of his Wuthering Heights book while students trickled in. Right where he was rereading the sentence about ever lasting love the bell rang and class was called to attention. During the first round of notes, two girls suddenly came bursting through the door into the classroom. "Ahh ladies…late again I see? Tsk, tsk, tsk! Into your seats you go!" The tall blonde straightened up and giggled.

Wow, Deryck thought. I guess there are their bonus sides to high school…high school girls. 

"Yo, sorry Mr. Radakim. I didn't mean to interrupt," she said, rolling her eyes. She then took a seat two rows across from Deryck. Meanwhile, Deryck was still contemplating the blonde when he realized the second girl was still flustering around, trying to recover the many books that had fallen out of her hands and purse. "Um…Miss McClain…do you need some assistance?" Mr. Radakim asked. "No, no I'm fine. Sorry about that Mr. R." The girl finally straightened up and Deryck got a nice long, surprising look of her. Medium height, slim, and blessed with a mane of auburn hair that reached down to the small of her back in a slight curl at the end. A shock of bangs were parted to the left side of her face, half covering startling green blue eyes which were almond shaped and perhaps just a bit too large but beautiful nonetheless. She had a slim, ski slope nose with a dusting of freckles across her pale skin and lips that could be described as nothing but pouty were currently turned into a disgruntled frown as she took the last empty seat, right next to Deryck. Mr. Radakim returned back to the notes on the chalkboard while the girl, newly named Ryn, shifted around restlessly in her seat, seemingly looking for something. It was then Deryck noticed a book lying near his feet. Bending down he picked up a rather worn edition of Wuthering Heights. 

Well, she must either have gotten this really cheap or this isn't her first time reading the book, he mused. Tapping her desk gently with his pen to get her attention, she practically jumped out of her seat all together. 

"Uh here's your book I think." For the first time their eyes met and Deryck felt something odd. It was timid yet strong eyes meeting defiant and unsure ones.

RYN

The rest of English Lit. class passed slowly for Ryn. She kept shifting around in her seat, and when she finally sat still, her right foot would start to shake, then if she switched legs, it would be her left. Finally she gave up, planting both feet firmly on the floor. No matter what position she was in, she felt as though the new boy, Deryck Talons', eyes' were on her, causing her to fidget even more. Ryn, thoroughly bored with the notes on a book she had read countless times, and thoroughly uncomfortable with the staring finally wrote a note to Lily. 

*So, the guy next to me is clearly the new boy. Or should I say man. How old is he anyway, nineteen, twenty? Anyway, whatever age he is I wish he would quit looking at me…I'm afraid the leg shaking will reach Richter scale soon. 

Oh yeah…can I get a ride home?  

      -Ryn*

Ryn quickly passed the note while Radakims back was turned…well "chucked at" is a more accurate term. Landing in her hair, Lily picked it out while giving Ryn a face reminiscent of recess in fourth grade. Ryn watched Lily's face while she read the note. Her eyebrows rising in interest, Lily bent her head scribbling furiously on the scrap piece of paper. Quickly (and more gracefully), she gave the note back to Ryn. Opening the folded paper carefully, Ryn quickly read Lily's response.

*First, I want your handwriting. Second, so THAT'S why your spazzing over there. I thought you were having an epilepsy fit or something. So he's staring at you huh?….hmm…interesting, very interesting. :) He may look older than us but girl, he's hot! Maybe Kristin was on to something….just kidding!…kind of… anyway, sure I'll give you a ride home, meet me in the side parking lot. You know the spot.

     -Me*

"Okay delinquents! Here's your first assignment for this book, and it better be good. I want you all to write a three-page paper on good vs. evil, portrayed by symbolism. Oh yes, no double space."

Mr. R just smiled as the groans began to escalate throughout the room.

"Aw, music to my ears," he chuckled.

The bell rang as Ryn crinkled the note, dropping it in the trash on her way out, then strode towards the door, looking forward to going home and starting on the assignment. Suddenly she collided with an unyielding warm surface, knocking her backward and onto the floor. 

"Not again!" she wailed as her books and purse took another trip around the classroom floor. 

"Sorry bout that," the deep voice of Deryck Talon sounded above her. "Here, let me help you pick up."

The two of them scurried over the floor, retrieving books and items from her purse. Deryck picked up the Wuthering Heights book again. 

"Déjà vu huh?", he asked with a smirk.

Ryn was momentarily startled by the affect his look had on her. His eyes met hers and held her there, locked for a minute.

"Uh….um…yeah..th-thank you.", she stammered. 

"Hey kids," Mr. R said," when your done staring at each other, I'd like to get out of this school at some point too!"

Ryn straightened up, bracing her books on her hip while her cheeks heated in embarrassment. 

"Thanks again," Ryn muttered, practically running out of the classroom and down the main steps, stopping at her locker long enough to grab her coat.

Reaching the main doors, Ryn pushed through to the frigid winter air.Taking a deep breath of the crispness she continued on to the side of the building looking for Lilys car.

"Hey Ryn! I'm over here!"

Ryn turned to see Lily leaning against her old light blue Lincoln. 

"So, what took you so long?" Lily asked as they settled into the car starting the engine. 

"Let's just say A.P. English is never gonna be the same and I might have a broken tailbone. I wish I could go one day without bumping into someone or something."Ryn grimaced.

Lily smirked as the car pealed out of the parking lot. 

"Yeah but where's the fun in that?"

Bruises Ch. 01



"Dammit!" Peggy said and grabbed her thigh. "Oh, that hurt!"

"You OK, mom?" Walt said with concern as he turned around to face her.

"Yeah, but I'm going to have another bruise," she said looking at her leg. "It's that damn aspirin I have to take every day. It makes me bruise so easily."

"Maybe it's because you're just clumsy," Martin laughed from the depths of his recliner. "What did you run into this time?"

"Walt's wheelchair," she replied still rubbing her leg.

"You have President Bush to thank for your son having to sit in a wheelchair. If he had been honest with us, he wouldn't have lost his leg."

"Stop it, Martin. You know better than that."

"It's OK, mom. I don't mind. Besides, as soon as my new leg is ready I'll be out of this thing. C'mere, let me look at that."

Peggy moved closer to her son and held out her leg for him to see. A little blood was coming from the cut on the inside of her thigh a few inches above her knee. 

"You'd better clean that up," he said. "Put some alcohol or some hydrogen peroxide on it so it won't get infected."

"It'll be OK," she said. "It's just a small cut."

"Where did you get this one," Walt asked as he gently pressed his fingers against a yellowish bruise up near the hem of her shorts. "That looks like it hurts."

"I don't remember but it only hurts a little now. It'll go away. It's already getting better."

Walt gently rubbed the bruise on his mother's inner thigh. He felt a lump under the skin and she winced when he rubbed it too hard.

"Ow," she said and pulled away.

"I'm sorry," he apologized as he continued to gently massage it. "I'll be more gentle. Get me some ice and I'll rub it on the spot. That lump worries me."

"No, it's all right," she replied but she did not pull away.

Grasping her thigh with his entire hand, he continued to gently work his fingers around the bruise. Peggy didn't pull away but she put her hand on his shoulder, dropped her chin down, and closed her eyes.

Looking up, Walt realized that she seemed to be breathing a little faster and her thigh started to feel moist with perspiration. 

"Are you OK?" he said in a low voice so Martin wouldn't hear.

"Yes, I'm fine," she answered softly. "That feels so good. You have gentle hands."

Walt felt a stirring in his crotch as he continued to gently knead his mother's thigh. He always admired her and he nourished sexual thoughts about her from the time he first woke up with a morning erection. Being able to touch her like this was a thrill and his mind raced with the possibilities.

Peggy seemed to wake up from a trance and she pulled back out of his reach. Throwing a guilty glance over at Martin, who had fallen back asleep in his chair, she raised her hand from her son's shoulder and smiled at him. Patting him on his head, she laid her hand against his cheek for a moment.

"Thanks, son, that felt nice. Now I have some things to do," and bending down she kissed him on the forehead before turning and going into the kitchen.

Walt watched her pad down the hall in her bare feet. Her hips swayed back and force with each step and he tried to visualize what it would look like without the shorts covering it. He knew what he had to do as he wheeled down the hall towards his bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Standing on his good leg, he unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor before lying down on the bed. He slid his hand under the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts and encircled his now firming erection. Slowly working his fist up and down on his hard on, he thought of his mother and where he would like to kiss her smooth skin.

His mother's words, "Thanks son, that felt nice," came back to him at the moment he ejaculated with several long, ropy streams of semen that covered his hand.

Using his crutches, he went into the bathroom and removed the sock and bandages that covered his stump. The doctors had tried to save his knee but he ended up losing it after three surgeries. It looked strange to him and he still couldn't visualize how it would look when his new leg was there. The leg wouldn't be ready for a few weeks and they needed the hospital bed, so they sent him home to wait for it.

Sitting on the special seat in the tub, he washed under the hand-held shower spray and thought back to the last few months after he was wounded. His mother was always there while he was in Walter Reed. She stayed in one of the rooms for family members and helped nurse him through the worst of it. He knew she was catching flak from Martin but she refused to return home. 

His little hometown in Pennsylvania had adopted him and the gifts and cards of encouragement that kept coming from the people there always brought tears to his eyes. 

"Even Marines cry?" his mother kidded him when she saw his eyes well up while reading the cards and letters from the local school students and other townspeople.

The Secretary of Defense personally presented him with the Silver Star and a Purple Heart while he was still in the hospital. Peggy stood by his bed during the ceremony and she had the privilege of pinning the medals onto his pajamas.

The latest surgery was the worst one from an emotional standpoint. They took off more of his leg to just above where his knee used to be. Then they taught his mother how to take care of it and sent him home. Martin drove down in a borrowed van and grumbled all the way back on the drive up north. 

Leaning against the vanity, he toweled himself dry and dressed in shorts and a tee shirt he balanced on his crutches and walked out into the kitchen.

"Mom, can you help me, please?" he asked indicating his stump.

"Sure honey. I'll get a clean sock and some lotion."

Walt sat on a kitchen chair and holding his stump up he examined the spots where they had removed the stitches. Everything looked all right and he didn't detect any sign of infection from what he could see. His mother would check the ones that he couldn't see on the other side. He rubbed his stump and, even though the skin had very little feeling, there were times when the whole thing ached like hell. 

He sometimes experienced phantom pain, as if the lower part of his leg was still there, but he learned to overcome it by concentrating on other things. Hot packs helped and he used them two or three times a day when the cramping in his stump got too painful.

His mother returned with a sock and the skin medication that they had given him. She gently massaged it into his stump and covered it with the special, elastic sock.

"How's that?" she asked when she was finished.

"Good, thanks," he replied and lifted his leg up to examine it. "Give me some of that cream and I'll put it on your leg."

"Oh no, that's OK," she said. "It's OK now."

"Come back here or I'll chase you down and molest you."

Ray stopped when he realized what he had said. He did not know where it came from and he was embarrassed that it came out of his mouth. He was about to apologize when his mother went along with the joke.

"Yeah, you and how many Marines," she laughed. "Gee, on second thought, more Marines, huh? That sounds like fun. How soon can you get them here?"

Walt took the tube of cream out of her hand and squeezed a dollop of it onto his palm. Rubbing his hands together, he gestured for her to come closer and grasping her thigh with both hands, he gently massaged it.

Peggy leaned on the back of his chair for support while he rubbed the cream into her leg. She could feel his hands warming her skin and she relaxed and enjoyed it. His fingers crept higher on her thigh and the thought crossed her mind that she should tell him to stop but it felt too good.

He was using his thumbs to massage her and that left his fingers under the hem of the leg of her shorts. She felt a twinge in her groin as she let herself bask in the sensations of being touched so close to her sex. Shifting her legs, she rested her hands on his shoulders and lowered her head to where her lips were almost touching his closely shaved head.

The electricity Ray felt moving between them was intoxicating. 

"Try it this way," he whispered and maneuvered her legs so that she was straddling his stump. 

Peggy could feel her inner thighs touching the skin of his leg and the feeling felt so intimate that it unnerved her. She was getting ready to move when he slid both hands up under the leg of her shorts and holding her in his hands he tilted his head back and looked into her eyes.

"Like that?" he whispered.

"Yes," she whispered back and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead.

Walt surprised her by tilting his head farther back and kissing her on her lips.

It wasn't a peck between mother and son and it was not a deep, intimate kiss. He held his lips against hers just long enough for her to realize the difference. She allowed the touching of their lips to continue for a few seconds before pulling back. 

"I love you, mom," he said with the breath from his words tickling her lips.

Straightening up, she said, "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. I'll be right back."



Bruises Ch. 02



DERYCK

Deryck Talon pulled his old, dilapidated mustang into the driveway of his Aunt Linda and Uncle John's house. The home was a Victorian reproduction, complete with 3 stories, and turrets in each corner of the roof, on of which Deryck's room was situated under. The pale yellow siding ran throughout the whole exterior of the house, complemented by the dark shingles of the roof, adding charm and elegance to the home. Stained glass was displayed throughout the house, from the doorway to the front windows. Deryck shook his head slowly as he turned off the engine. He still couldn't believe he'd ended up here. 

After all I've done, he thought, I'm still being given, not even a second, but more like fifth chance to start over. Sighing as he pulled his backpack, heavy with half a years worth of work to catch up on, 

He muttered to himself, "I guess I better not screw up this time. I guess that means getting started on homework." 

Wiggling his house key into the lock, Deryck was greeted by a flying flash of brown fur. Knocking him backwards, down onto the snow covered ground, Poe, Linda's cocker spaniel sheltie, packed more punch then she let on. 

"Just had to come say hi, didn't you girl?" Deryck smiled, as he gathered both, book bag and dog in his arms, entering the warm house and quickly shutting the door, blocking out the cold January air. 

"Anyone home?" Deryck called. After a few moments pause, it was evident he was the first to reach the house. 

"I supposed Linda forgot to feed you again huh?" Deryck smirked as he looked down at Poe just sitting at his feet, looking at him with pleading eyes. 

Deryck's Aunt Linda worked as a freelance writer for local newspapers, and was working on her fourth novel. Now, she was apparently at a crucial point in her book, often forgetting to do everyday things, most of which seemed to be forgetting to feed the rest of the family. 

"All right, all right...how could I say no to those eyes." he chastised softly, leading the way towards the spacious and welcoming kitchen. 

After relieving Poe's hunger as well as his own, Deryck trew his backpack over his shoulder and made the trek up the wide oak stairs to his bedroom. Derycks bedroom was one of his saving graces. Not necessarily the larges room, what it lacked for in size it made up for in comfort and height. Situated under the largest turret, a spiral set of stairs was situated in the middle of the sphere shaped room. The stairs led up to a second level to Derycks room, so to speak, this platform was placed right under the windows of the turret, giving him a breathtaking view of the surrounding neighborhood. His aunt had decorated his room in cool shades of blue, varying from the lightest sky color, to the darkest sapphire hue. A double bed took up most of his room on the first level, along with a bookcase and desk with computer. The room was very simplistic in design. The part Deryck most loved about it was the top level, which was basically a matressed floor, covered in pillows and cushions. He thought of this as his nest, and a place for him to be alone. Right at that moment however, Deryck had work to do. 

"Might as well begin with the worst", he thought, pulling out his English lit. folder, cliffs notes, and copy of his book. 

Fifteen minutes later, he was still struggling with his topic sentence. 

"I'm going to need some help," he muttered, as he grabbed his keys, coat and headed back downstairs and out the door. 

He knew just the place to clear his head.

RYN

Ryn ducked her head just in time as a snowball flew past her ear. 

"Nice one" she called out while throwing her own, perfectly packed snowball at her nemesis.

Seven-year-old MiKayla Henderson popped her head up and flashed a quick, taunting smile before throwing herself out of the way from Ryn's flying snowball. Every weekday, and for a couple of hours on the weekends, Ryn babysat little MiKayla. The Hudsons were close friends with Ryn's family and had been for sometime, although both MiKayla's parents were successful law attorneys, which kept them from home more than everyone would like. Ryn loved the 3 hours she spent with MiKayla though. Being an only child, she felt as though MiKayla was the little sister she never had. The little girls head popped up again, bearing the remnance of Ryns snowball on the top of her head. 

"Not fair," MiKayla pouted. "There was no way I was ready for that...don't make me get Liam to beat you up!"

The infamous Liam Taylor, Ryn thought to herself. 

"Well this has to be a record Kay...you've only said his name once in the half hour we've spent together. Bravo!" 

The child just stuck her tongue out again and ran off towards the cold metal jungle gym. Ryn slowly picked up her hat that had been blown of her head during the skirmish and sat on the park bench, watching MiKayla play. She slowly settled into her thoughts. Liam Taylor was MiKaylas half brother. MiKayla's father, Edward Hudson, had been married once before and had profited from that marriage by a baby son, Liam. Although he was thrilled, Liam's mother Anne had been weakened by the birth and got increasingly sicker. Around the time Liam was 7th months old she passed away. Edward was heartbroken and overwhelmed on how to raise a child by himself. It wasn't until nine years ago that Edward remarried and had MiKayla with his new wife Marjorie. By that time Liam was 18 and went away to study abroad. He was apparently the light of both his fathers, stepmothers, and half sisters life. All Ryn ever heard was Liam this, and Liam that. Especially since she had grown older it felt that Mr. And Mrs. Hudson would bring him up more often, raining down compliments on him and how he was smart, funny, and polite. 

These compliments were always accompanied by, "If only he could find the right girl," and a wink or knowing smile. 

As much as Ryn had heard of this man, she had never seen hide nor hair of him. Granted, the Hudson's always went to him to visit. 

Ryn took a deep breath of the frigid air, reveling in the cleanness of winter. Keeping one eye on MiKayla, Ryn pulled out her book for English and her highlighter, intent on making some more notes for writing her paper later. Soon Ryn was so engrossed in making notes and watching Kay she never heard the footsteps come up behind her till her book was plucked away from her hand. 

"HEY! Give it ba-" Ryn cut off her sentence as she whirled around and saw who had grabbed her book. 

Deryck Talon stood there with a crooked grin on his face and a knitted cap on his head. Wow, Ryn though as she studied Deryck's face. Once again she was amazed at how good looking this guy was. At her first glance she could have sworn his hair was black as a ravens wing, but upon closer inspection she saw it was the darkest of browns. She also noticed the perfection of his chiseled jaw and perfectly shaped nose. His mouth, curved into the smile that was quickly becoming distinctively his were soft and full. But the thing that caught her gaze and held her riveted were his eyes. They were a hazel color that changed easily. Out there in the cold, they were dark blue, almost obsidian, while before in the classroom they were an azure color. Either way they held her at a standstill. Shaking herself slightly Ryn rationalized that he must be too good looking for his own good, otherwise he'd be the perfect guy. Slowly he ambled around and sat next to her, tossing the book lightly between his hands. 

"We always seem to be meeting this way don't we?" Deryck said. 

Ryn was shocked at first by the affect his deep voice had on her. Reaching out the grab the book back, he pulled away again keeping it just out of reach. 

"Whatever do you mean," Ryn said innocently as she lunged a final time, completely missing and landing on the ground. "Ouch"

"Here let me help you," Deryck said chuckling while holding a strong looking hand out to her. Ryn looked at it skeptically before timidly taking it as he hoisted her up. 

"We always seem to be meeting whenever this book is around, which seems to be often." Deryck explained.

"Well, perhaps that is because we've only talked to each other, what is it, twice?" Ryn answered as she brushed loose snow off of her pea coat. 

A small, high-pitched voice broke between the two as MiKayala shouted, "RYN, HEY RYN! LOOK AT ME!" 

MiKayla was hanging upside down on the metal climbing bar.

"That's nice Kay if you want to kill yourself! Get down or no marshmallows in the hot chocolate."

Ryn turned her attention back to Deryck who was watching with interesting in his eyes. 

Raising his eyebrows questioningly, "No marshmallows huh? That's awfully harsh. Boy if I were her I'd boycott you as my big sister."

Ryn glared at him momentarily before smiling, "I'm her babysitter...and the little brat knows that I'll give her marshmallows even if she commits homicide." 

"Well isn't that endearing." 

"Oh yes, quite the charming picture of an eight year old huh," Ryn sat back down on the bench and Deryck soon followed. 

Sighing she asked, "So, your names Deryck right," even though she defiantly knew the answer. 

"Yes, and your Ryn. Mr. Radakims class." Deryck answered. 

Nodding she looked at him again, "So why are you out here and not working on your paper?" she asked. 

"Or are you just fond of going around taking innocent citizens books?" she smirked.

"Well, I was going to the library to find some help. English isn't exactly my thing, but I saw this park and I decided to stop and walk around. What about you?" Deryck asked.

Ryn smirked yet again, "Besides babysitting I WAS being productive and making notes for later...till someone took my book that is. By the way you still haven't returned it." 

She pointed to the tattered book still clutched in his hand. 

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. Here you go."

He handed the book back to her and their hands brushed. Ryn quickly pulled away flustered and looked at Kay swinging herself upside down on the swing set this time. 

"I swear she's going to kill herself," Ryn commented.

"Well I'm sure that will liven up the marshmallow debate." Deryck said as he followed her gaze towards the child.

"She may be crazy but she's incredibly intelligent and can throw a mean snowball. I've got the ice caked head to prove it." Ryn said as she shook her hair out. 

Deryck groaned. "If only she knew something about symbolism and I'd be set. I'm really not looking forward to this paper, when's it due by the way?"

Ryn glanced at him, "Radakim always gives us two weeks for papers. And look, if your having problems with your paper, especially since your new, I could always, I don't know, help you out a couple of nights a week." 

Ryn's cheeks flushed pink as she said this. Deryck looked apprehensive.

"Thanks, but I think I can manage this on my own." 

Ryns cheeks heated further and she looked away.

"Um, yeah, okay. Well I should get MiKayla home before she freezes to the jungle gym." 

She quickly got up throwing her hat back on her head and calling to the girl. Deryck suddenly called out as Ryn was heading to her mothers car she had borrowed. "Hey Ryn, how about we meet at the school library after school tomorrow. I could use the help." 

Ryn froze in mid-step and slowly turned. 

"You don't have too," she said, suddenly hoping he wasn't just saying it to make her feel better. But why do you feel disappointed in the first place, she scolded herself. 

"I'm sure you can handle the paper," she called and continued walking. 

Running to catch up, Deryck grabbed her arm. Through her coat she could feel the warmth of his hand and it made her breath catch in her lungs. He turned her around to face him and inched his face closer. 

"I really would need the help," he said while staring into her eyes. 

Ryn shivered and looked back until MiKayla came running up and barreled into Ryns legs. Laughing, Ryn righted herself and turned to Deryck. 

"Sure," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow." 

Ryn got in the car with MiKayla and started the ignition. After they arrived at MiKayla's house, Ryn was still seeing Derycks eyes in her mind. 

"RYN! Your going to burn the milk!" shrieked MiKayla, bringing Ryn back to reality.

Oh geez, she thought, this is going to be an interesting two weeks. 



Bruises Ch. 02



Peggy practically ran down the hall to her bathroom. Pulling her shorts and panties down, she sat on the commode and let her pee flow. Walt's touching and his kneading of her thigh had set off her body's natural sexual impulses. She was ashamed that she had allowed herself to enjoy them and to let them grow beyond where she should have stopped him.

Embarrassment and remorse filtered in over the sense of intimacy and pleasure that she felt. When she patted herself dry, she knew that the moisture she saw on the tissue was more than just urine. Her secretions stained the pad and for the first time in years she was tempted to sniff her own scent.

"Damn, girl, don't go there," she admonished herself and selecting a fresh pair of panties out of a drawer she redressed and went out into the kitchen.

"Martin," she called from the kitchen. "It's time to eat. Wake up."

Martin walked slowly out into the kitchen from his favorite spot in his recliner. 

"What time is it?" he asked even though the wall clock was almost staring him in the face.

Walt watched and listened without saying anything. This was just one of Martin's little things that he did to make himself feel like he was in control.

Peggy dutifully glanced at the clock and said, "Five after six. Do you want milk or water with your dinner?"

Dinner was relatively quiet with Martin only going off on a tirade against the Republicans one time. He blamed them for exporting jobs and forcing the downsizing that made him lose his job. He also blamed them for not letting him get Social Security disability even though he was told he did not deserve it. A partial retirement from his job would kick in when he turned fifty-five in another nine months and he could not wait to get his first check.

For the most part, Peggy and Walt ignored him because they both knew that any comment from them would only extend the rant. They exchanged glances several times during the tirade and winked and made little faces at each other.

Shifting in his chair, Walt tried to get comfortable with his stump sticking straight out from his seat. Peggy's leg brushed against it several times during dinner and each time it happened, she jerked away and Walt could see her face and chest, color in a blush.

The last time that their legs touched, he tried to get her to look at him but she avoided direct eye contact. He finally grasped her hand and held it for a moment when she passed him the salt. 

"Thank you," he said and smiled at her before releasing her hand.

The kiss was still fresh in his mind and he wondered how she felt about it. Her sudden rush to the bathroom indicated that she was affected by it and he wondered how she reacted to it.

"I'll help you," Walt offered after they finished their dessert.

"How are you going to do that," Martin said on his way back to his chair. "You can't walk."

"Martin!" Peggy warned.

"It's OK, mom. I'll rinse if you bring them to the sink."

Leaning against the sink, he was able to rinse the dishes in preparation for stacking them in the dishwasher. Peggy made several trips back and forth to carry the items to him from the table and the range. 

Each time she reached around him to add the dishes to the sink, he could feel her breasts touch his back. He imagined that she was doing it on purpose but he could not be sure and he did not want to do anything that would freak her out.

"That's it," she reported after putting the last of the pots into the sink. "I'll take care of these, you go ahead and sit down."

Walt pivoted on his leg and leaned back against the counter top. 

He could see tears in her eyes when he faced her.

"What's wrong? Please, don't cry," he said and reached for her.

She let him draw her closer to him and said, "Don't pay any attention to him, he's got a mean streak in him. He's feeling depressed because he's not working. It is upsetting to him that we're living on your father's annuity. If it were not for that, I would have to get a job. As soon as he starts getting his pension things will get better."

Walt wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him. She wiped her eyes with the back of her fingers before turning her head and resting it on his shoulder. 

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

They both knew what she was talking about without the need to put a name to it.

"No, just a little ache now and then. That's because you're a good nurse. I'm going to keep you around."

"I've got news for you, you can't get rid of me. I'll be here for you as long as you need and want me."

"I'm going to need and want you forever," he whispered into her hair. "Forever."

Peggy turned her head and looked up at him in wonder. He was saying things that she wanted to hear, but at the same time something in the back of her head told her that they were flirting with danger. 

She opened her mouth to speak but he didn't give her a chance to get any words out before his lips touched hers. Once again, it was not a lover's passionate kiss and he didn't move his lips against hers. He pressed his mouth against hers and kept his eyes open so he could see her reaction.

The move shocked her at first and she reacted by trying to pull away, but he held her tightly against him with her lips tingling and her chest feeling like it would explode. Succumbing to the moment, she closed her eyes and let their joined lips speak for themselves.

Ray watched her eyes flutter shut and still holding onto her waist he closed his own and moved his mouth gently against her lips. He felt her stiffen and he relaxed his grip on her waist expecting her to try and pull back again but she remained leaning against him. 

Taking a chance, he softened his lips and teased his tongue against the outside of her upper lip. This time she gasped and broke their kiss. Opening her eyes, she stared into his for a long moment before releasing her grip on his shoulders and stepping back out of his arms.

Still looking into her eyes, he repeated, "I love you, mom."

Trying to break the spell, Peggy absently wiped her hands on her apron and said, "Move away Marine. I'm on mess duty here."

She picked up his crutches and handed them to him. Taking them, he stepped sideways to give her room and picking up a sponge, she replaced him at the sink.

She looked down at the water and said so quietly that he could barely hear her, "I love you too, now go away." 

Walt went into the family room and sat on the sofa as far away from Martin's chair as he could get. Martin was awake and complaining that his back hurt. 

"I wouldn't have had to take that damn job at the furniture store and I wouldn't have hurt my back if those damn Republicans weren't in the White House," he said. 

Walt ignored him with full knowledge that if he said anything it would only provide fuel for him to continue. Eventually Martin fell asleep and Walt changed the channel to a game show and prepared to while away the evening watching the tube.

He was dozing a little when Peggy came into the room and, after taking a look at Martin, sat on the other end of the sofa from Walt. He woke up and noticed that she had changed into her silk pajamas and robe. Tucking her bare feet up under her, she picked up the remote and displayed the guide on the screen.

"Anything good on tonight?" she asked in a low voice.

"No, nothing earth shattering," he replied at the same volume.

Walt could feel her looking at him after she clicked the screen back to the game show. Turning towards her, he levered himself up so that his left leg was on the sofa and his stump was hanging out over the edge.

"Does it hurt tonight?" she asked in that same low voice.

"No, it's OK," he answered and reached down to rub it.

"How's your leg," he asked with a smile.

"It's OK too," she replied.

He noticed that they were both talking in soft voices so as not to wake Martin.

"Two cripples staying home on a Saturday night," he laughed softly.

"You're not crippled," she admonished him. "You'll be fine. I know it."

"I know it too, mom. With you helping me, I can do anything. Thanks."

"Son?"

"Yes, mom?"

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way but why don't you go out with your friends anymore? Is it because of your leg?"

"No, not really. It's just that they moved on with their lives while I was away and we don't have too much to talk about."

"Whatever happened to Lisa? You and she seemed to be close before you left."

A look of pain crossed his face and he paused before he answered.

"She wrote to me for a while but it sort of died out and she stopped answering my emails. She said she was too busy or that she never got some of them."

"You saw her on your last leave before they ... you know, took off the rest."

"Amputated is the word, mom. It's OK to say it. Yes, but I think she was embarrassed to be seen with me. It was an awkward evening, her having to drive and all and with me trying to get around on my crutches. I wasn't too good with them at first. It's OK, I'm fine."

"Embarrassed? How could she be like that? You're a hero, not someone to be embarrassed about."

"Thanks, mom, I just don't think she's mature enough for me anymore."

"I'm going to get a beer, do you want one?" she asked.

"No. I'm not supposed to drink while I'm taking these pills. How about a soda?"

"I'll be right back."

Walt sat back and reflected on his last date with Lisa. She told him that she was afraid of hospitals so she had not visited him while he was there. She came to the house on the day he came home and the look on her face when she saw him in his wheelchair told all. 

She stared at the spot where his missing leg used to be and when she bent over to give him a hug and a kiss, he knew that it was over. She treated him like a leper and seemed afraid to touch him. She agreed to a date the next night but she showed up with a girlfriend and a guy he didn't know. 

They helped him get into the car and putting his wheelchair into the trunk, they drove to the local bar where they used to hang out. Everyone was happy to see him and, even though he was not supposed to drink alcohol on top of his medication, they bought him beer after beer. 

He couldn't very well dance and he watched as Lisa danced with the guy who he thought was her girlfriend's date. It turned out that he was really Lisa's boyfriend and she had been seeing him for several months.

After he realized that the whole date thing was a sham, he proceeded to get drunk and tell war stories to the guys and gals around the bar. At some point, Lisa and her boyfriend left without even saying goodbye. At least, they were considerate enough to leave his wheelchair for him.

The girlfriend she had brought with her stayed and got drunk along with him. At the end of the night, a high-school buddy and his date volunteered to take him home. Walt and the girlfriend necked in the back seat of the car during the drive and he even got to play with her tits. He promised to call her but he never did and he could not even remember her name.

Before he joined the Marines, he and Lisa had enjoyed an infrequent sex life whenever they got the chance to be alone. They each lived with their parents and they couldn't afford motels so they used her small car or each other's houses if their parents were going to be gone for any length of time.

The fear and revulsion that showed so blatantly in her face when she saw him, told him that it was all over between them. His sex life was reduced to reading porn magazines and masturbating. His buddies would invite him out with them and he had joined them a few times. He found that it wasn't the greatest of times since he tried not to drink.

The one good thing he got from their nights out was the stop at the local porno shop where he could pick up a new magazine to help fuel his fantasies. 

The sound of Peggy's voice brought him back to reality, "Here you go, a beer for me, a soda for you." 

She sat in the middle of the sofa and they watched television with very little conversation. At one point, Martin woke up and declared he was going to bed. Peggy followed him but she returned after a few minutes with a clean sock and the cream for his leg.

"Let me check that for you, honey," she said. "Move over so I'm on your right side."

Walt shuffled over to the center of the sofa and Peggy sat down in his place. When she turned and pulled her leg up to rest on the sofa cushion, he realized that she was no longer wearing her pajama pants.

She moved closer to him and he shifted so that his stump was resting on the inside of her bent leg. She kept her other foot on the floor and the only thing that kept him from being able to see her crotch was the drape of her robe hanging down between her legs.

Gently pulling the sock and the sterile pad off of his leg, she examined it closely and declared that it looked fine. Twisting in her seat, she turned off the lamp on the table next to the sofa leaving the glow of the television screen as the only illumination.

Walt thought he could see her panties when she twisted to turn off the light but he couldn't be sure. The flash of white that he saw could have been the tail of her pajama top. Regardless of what it was, he felt a stir in his loins and the start of an erection.

Picking up the remote, she muted the sound on the television before squeezing a glob of cream into her hand. Rubbing her hands together to warm it, his mother gently rubbed it into his skin. The doctors told them that it would be better if the skin was kept soft so that it would not pull and hurt as the incisions healed.

Walt watched her face as she concentrated on massaging the cream into his stump. It may have been his imagination but he thought that she was rubbing higher up on his thigh than she usually did. His erection continued to swell and glancing down, he could see it laying alongside of his leg and pushing out his shorts.

He could barely see her face in the dimly lit room but Peggy's hands went higher and higher on his leg until she suddenly stopped. The television screen brightened at that moment and he could see her staring at his erection. Seeming to catch herself, she shook her head and glanced up at him to see if he had caught her.

"I think that's enough," she said as if she were talking to herself. "Let me put the sock back on it."

While she was putting the covering back on his stump, he squeezed a little of the cream onto his hand and waited for her to finish.

"My turn," he said and placed his hand on her thigh.

She made no response but he watched her open her thighs with a little movement of her leg as she slid it slightly towards the back of the sofa. He gently rubbed the cream into her thigh about where he thought the lump should be. He could not feel it anymore but he kept up with his massage anyway.

Peggy gave a little sound of contentment, closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the sofa. Walt rubbed her thigh from her knee up as far as he dared to go. He wanted to continue to inch upwards on her thigh but he was afraid to go too far and ruin the moment. 

Her leg moved again as she brought her knee up a little more to open her thighs even more. He could now see her panties and he took this as a sign to continue. Each time his hand moved from her knee upwards he came another inch closer to her crotch. He thought he could feel her heat on his fingertips and was debating whether or not to go higher when she lifted her head from the sofa back and rested her hand on his.

"Easy there, honey," she whispered. "Not too far, OK?"

"Feel good?" he asked her.

"Feels wonderful," she agreed. "But I think we'd better stop for now."

Sitting up on the sofa, she brought both feet to the floor and looked at him. 

"Thank you, honey," she said and kissed him gently on the lips.

"No, thank you, mother," he added and raising his arm, he pulled her head back towards him.

His kiss was a little firmer than hers and he held it a little longer. Once again, he let his lips soften and he touched her with his tongue. This time, she allowed her lips to relax against his. Taking this as a good sign, his let his tongue tentatively creep between them. She did not meet his tongue with her own but she waited a long moment before she pulled back. 

"Good night," she said firmly and got up from the sofa.

"I couldn't feel the lump in your leg tonight. My massages must be working," he said.

"That's because it's on the other leg," she giggled. "Good night, I'll see you tomorrow."

Walt lay in bed with his hand still holding his softening erection. He could not believe what had just happened out in the family room. He hoped that something was growing between he and his mother that she had not seen before. He vowed to take it slow and not frighten her in any way, but his goal was to make love to her and for her to make love to him.

On the other side of the wall and barely ten feet away from Walt's bed, his mother lay on her side with her back towards Martin. She had her hand trapped between her thighs and her thumb was gently rubbing her panty crotch. It was many years since she had masturbated but the desire had come back to her after her little episode with Walt.

"Jesus," she said to herself. "What's the matter with you? You're technically married and he's your son, you idiot."

Rolling over onto her back, she lifted her knee and placed her foot flat on the bed. Martin continued to snore beside her and she wondered what had happened to their relationship. Her years with Walt's father had been wonderful and when he died she thought she was going to die also. 

Martin came along a few years after Walter, Sr.'s death. He was also widowed and she was hungry for companionship and intimacy. Even though he was twelve years older than she was, she felt that if she married him, she could be happy again.

Walt accepted Martin as his mother's partner but never as his stepfather. They were polite to each other and he never gave any indication that he didn't like the way Martin treated her. 

"If he makes you happy, than I'm happy," he told his mother.

Shortly after they decided to get married, they discovered that she would lose Walter, Sr.'s pension if she remarried. Against her better judgment, but without much choice, they decided to live together without making it legal. They exchanged commitment rings and lived as husband and wife. Peggy owned her own home so Martin moved in with her.

The first few years of their relationship were fine. Martin seemed content and they lived well but it all changed when Walt decided to join the Marine Corps. Martin had not served in the military and Peggy detected some jealously in his comments about her son. He also complained that she started paying too much attention to Walt during the months between his enlistment and his leaving for boot camp.

Peggy had tried to pay more attention to Martin but he seemed to be pulling farther and farther away. The last straw came when he was laid off. He fell into a depression and blamed everybody and everyone for his problems. He railed on about Bush and his war for hours on end. 

Peggy got tired of listening to him and one day she snapped and told him, "Go get a job and stop blaming everybody else. You haven't moved off of your fat ass for three months now and I'm tired of listening to you complain."

She regretted her outburst but it was too late to take it back and Martin stomped out of the house. That was the last time that he had touched her. He carried it even to the point where he didn't kiss her goodnight. He was not overtly angry towards her but when she attempted to kiss him hello or goodbye, he turned his head and she had to kiss him on the cheek.

He refused to accompany her on her visit to Parris Island for Walt's graduation from boot camp and he never asked her for any details about her visit after her return. Eventually she stopped trying and resigned herself to a marriage without intimacy. That is until Walt came back from Iraq. 




Bruises Ch. 02



"I can't let this go any further," she said to herself and pulling her hand away from between her legs, she tried to sleep. 



Bruises Ch. 03



NOTE TO READERS: Sorry this chapter took so long. Schools been keeping me extremely busy and my internet has been chanelling Satan...needless to say, fun stuff. Chp. 4 of Bruises will be coming up a couple of days after this one seeing as it's already written and my new series will be starting. Don't worry, Bruises will continue far past chp. 4. Also, I've switched the organization of the character P.O.V's ...the way I do it now is much easier and faster. I also think the story flows better. Enough of me, on to the story!

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Ryn looked at the clock warily for what seemed the umpteenth time. She had arrived at the public library around 5:00, hoping to look around for a bit before Deryck would arrive at 5:30. Now it was 5:56 and she had an armful of books she resolved to red that week and an increasingly short patience that was growing shorter with each passing second.

"I know I told him 5:30!" she murmured quietly to herself. "What in the world is keeping him?"

Putting down of book of Shakespearean sonnets, she twisted her head looking towards the front desk one more time. There was Deryck walking in with a confident saunter both incredibly hot and equally infuriating. Turning her head quickly she ran her hands or her jeans, nervously plucking at one of the small, worn holes at the thigh. 

What am I doing? Ryn thought while outwardly groaning. She was acting like such a typical girl and she hated it. Never before had she felt the need to spend 5 minutes, never mind half an hour, picking out clothes to wear. And to the library no less! As a show of defiance for the odd feeling Deryck cast over her, Ryn pulled on her basic, black-framed glasses and rumpled her hair, destroying her careful 20-minute styling. Now she felt more normal. All of the sudden hands closed around her eyes. For a moment she was startled beyond belief, then she was angry. 

"Hey!" Ryn protested. Deryck dropped his hands and walked around to face her.

Darn he looks good she thought, biting her lip. She was trying to work up some more indignation but she realized all she could concentrate on was the feeling of his hands, ones that were soft yet rough at the same time and smelled so much like him. A scent of soap and shampoo. Ryn shook her head, her cheeks aflame with these foolish thoughts. 

She turned a cool gaze on him saying, "You know, there was no need to dress up on my occasion." 

Deryck glanced down at himself. Dressed in a dark brown T-shirt with a hooded jacket, worn jeans and a pair of converse shoes that could be described as nothing but, well "worn in" he defiantly looked like he had been running late. And yet he still looks gorgeous, thought Ryn wryly. 

Deryck reached up and rumpled his already messy hair saying, "Not all of us can look as beautiful as you do so easily, you know?" He flashed her the crooked grin that had already started her breathing to shorten. 

He looked her over slowly; making sure she deliberately knew what he was doing. She looks awfully nice, he thought. Ryn was dressed simply in a pair of old jeans and a three quarter length emerald colored T-shirt that he noticed brought out her eyes extremely. One thing's for sure he thought, she looks darn too nice for me he thought, shaking his head slowly. Where had that come from? 

"Look, I'm sorry I'm late. I.."

Ryn quickly cut him off, "It's not a big deal. Do you want to get started?"

Derycks serene demeanor didn't change a bit, except for the smile that lit up his face. He looked around the small library as if looking for something.

"How about we move to someplace a little more....uh...quiet.?" he suggested as a group of children ran by for the 6 o'clock story hour. 

Ryn looked at him hestitantly and he quickly said, "It's just, we're awfully close to the "action" and as much as I'd love to do a book report on Chicken Little rather than Wuthering Heights, its not an option. Therefore, I'm most likely going to need every ounce of concentration for this." 

He smirked, his eyes turning mischevious, "Besides, I hate being interrupted." 

Ryn just looked at him, a little taken aback. Was that a come on I just heard, she wondered? 

Nodding, Ryn said "They have independent study rooms in the back. We can go there."

With that, Deryck turned around and walked toward the back of the old library. Ryn just shook her head as she gathered her books and packpack then started after him. 

"No way, no way, no way." She kept telling herself. 

No way am I starting to like him, she thought. No way does he want to go to the back to be alone she thought. 

"But would that be so bad?" she asked aloud.

"What be so bad?" Deryck asked, turning back to her. 

"Nothing, nevermind...just thinking aloud."



Bruises Ch. 03-04



Chapter 03

Peggy awoke early the next morning and the first thoughts in her mind were about Walt. She knew she had to stop this fooling around before it got out of hand. She knew he needed intimacy and companionship but she could not be the one to give it to him. She was his mother for God's sake. 

"It's up to me to get this under control. I am the parent here and it is my duty to stop it before it goes too far. Shit! It's already gone too far," she said to herself in the shower.

After dressing in a pair of shorts and a blouse tied just under her breasts, she looked at herself in the mirror and decided she had better change. She felt a little safer after donning a pair of slacks.

She could smell coffee when she walked out of her bedroom door and when she got to the kitchen she found Walt standing at the counter. 

"Well, good morning to the chef. This is a nice surprise."

"Oui, mademoiselle," he replied glancing over his shoulder at her. "How would you like your toast and coffee?"

"It's Madame, young man," she corrected as she walked towards him. "I'm a married woman you know."

"Not really," he countered. "To me you will always be my girl. I'm still waiting for you to marry me."

Several comebacks crossed Peggy's mind but she decided to ignore his innuendo and she pulled out a chair and sat at the table.

"Coffee with cream and two sugars," she said. "I like my toast dark but not burned."

Balancing himself with one hand on the counter he reached with the other and put her coffee on the table in front of her. 

Noticing her pants, he said, "Is mademoiselle cold?"

"No, I just decided not to wear shorts today," she replied noncommittally. "Where's my toast?"

Walt passed her a plate of toast and retrieving his crutches he moved over next to her chair. Peggy did not look up at him but continued buttering her toast until she felt his hand on her shoulder. Raising her eyes, she saw the questioning look on his face but did not react to it. 

"Do you need some help?" she asked.

"Uh, no. No, I'm alright," he responded with a puzzled voice and leaned down to kiss her.

Peggy turned her head so his kiss landed on her cheek. 

"Mom?"

"Yes?" she looked back up at him.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yes," she said firmly.

"I mean between us?" he asked.

Sitting up so that she could lean back away from him, she looked into his eyes.

"I'm your mother and you are my son and I live with Martin. That's how everything is between us."

Walt flinched at her statement and moved to the other side of the table where he sat down to eat the bowl of cereal he had prepared.

"How is it this morning?" she asked trying to keep the conversation in a normal, family tone.

"Fine, I'll change the dressing later."

"I'll do it for you if you want," she replied.

"Uh, OK. If you would just check the spots that I can't see, I would appreciate it. I'll take care of the rest."

"Sure, honey. Let me know when your ready."

Peggy finished her coffee and began clearing the table to put the dishes in the dishwasher. While she was cleaning up, Martin came in and sat at the table with only a grunt for a morning greeting.

"Coffee?" she asked him.

"Yeah," he replied and opening the morning paper, he raised it to block them out.

Chapter 04

The next week went by without any problems as far as Peggy was concerned. Every time she turned around, she caught Walt looking at her but she ignored it. During the day, she made sure she was friendly but she kept their relationship on a mother and son level. It was while she lay in bed at night that the thoughts of them together crept back into her head. They got so vivid that she frequently had to touch herself to a climax so she could sleep.

The weather turned hot and Walt had taken to sitting outside in the sun every day. She admired his shirtless torso and marveled at the muscles he had developed since he joined the Marine Corps. 

She discovered that there was more damage to his body than just his leg as evidenced by the little scars all over his arms and upper body. A lot of him was apparently not protected by his flak jacket and the injuries were obvious. She could not imagine the pain he must have felt from the bits of shrapnel that tore into his body when the IED exploded.

His father had a slimmer build but the resemblance was definitely there. She could see her husband in his hairless chest and full lips. His strong cheekbones and his one slightly deformed ear left no doubt that he was his father's son.

As much as she tried to deny it, she knew she was sexually attracted to him. She could not decide whether the attraction was for her son or for her dead husband that he represented. All she knew was that she could not allow it to progress and her love had to remain as between a mother and a son, not a woman and her lover.

Each night she prayed for the strength to keep it on that level.

Walt realized that she had pulled away from moving their relationship to a place where it was taboo in the eyes of the world. The realization did not keep him from fantasizing about her and his nightly masturbation ritual was filled with images of her naked body as he imagined it would look.

He knew she studied him when she thought he was not looking. When he was shirtless, he thought he could feel her eyes caressing his skin and he would try and look at her without letting her know it. Except for inspecting his stump for any problems, there was very little physical contact between them and their kisses were little pecks on the cheek or on his forehead.

She had gone back to wearing shorts around the house and he noticed that there were no signs of her bruises. He longed to touch her but he was afraid to drive her farther away so he limited himself to subtle contact whenever he could get away with it.

Peggy knew what he was doing and she did not overtly respond when he brushed against her or put his arm around her waist. She had to steel herself not to react to him even though her body screamed for his touches. 

"I didn't know that Marines read mushy stuff," she kidded him one afternoon while he was reading on the patio. 

She was dressed in her usual shorts but today she also wore a halter-top so she could get some sun. 

"Real Marines do," he said in a pretend gruff voice. "Remember, we cry too."

"Those stories can be sad," she responded standing next to his chair.

"Only when the woman won't respond to her man's love for her. Unrequited love leaves a deep ache in a man's heart that nothing can soothe."

Peggy felt a deep sense of sorrow at his words. She didn't know if he was talking about her or about Lisa.

Breaking her promise not to get too close to him, she reached down and caressed his shoulder and his upper chest. Her fingertips touched one of his shrapnel scars and she circled it gently with her fingertip.

"Do these hurt?" she asked.

"No, not at all. I mean, yes, they hurt terribly. Will you kiss them and make them better for me?"

"You wish," she replied and slapped his shoulder.

"Ow, ow," he complained in mock pain. "You're wounding a Marine and I'm government property. You'd better watch yourself."

"I don't have to," she replied settling down in the lounge chair next to him with her book and suntan lotion. "You're doing a good job of that."

"Oh, my God, Peggy!" she admonished herself. "Why did you say that?"

Walt was silent in the realization that she had caught him peeping at her. He had hoped he was being cool about it but apparently she knew what he was doing. 

"What did she mean by that?" he wondered but he didn't know how to find out.

Watching as she kicked off her sandals and rubbed the lotion into her exposed skin, he hoped against hope that she would ask him to spread it onto her back. He was disappointed when, after satisfying herself that she was well covered, she sat back and started to read her book.

He surreptitiously looked at her every chance he got. He willed himself not to get hard but he was not successful and his erection started firming under the leg of his shorts and he couldn't stop it. Closing his eyes, he pretended to fall asleep so he could peek at her without arousing her suspicion.

Peggy glanced over from the book she was reading and watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. After studying him for a minute, she was convinced he was asleep. Putting down her book, she rolled the legs of her shorts up as high as she could get them. Then she unsnapped the waistband of her shorts and lowered the zipper so she could push them down until the elastic of her bikini panties showed. Now she was satisfied that she had a little more skin exposed to the sun.

She retied the halter-top's tie behind her neck to loosen it enough to where she could push it down and let her breasts get some rays. She kept glancing over at her son to make sure he was still asleep and she was careful not to push it too far to where her nipples would be exposed.

"That's all I need are sunburned nipples," she giggled quietly. "Martin would never be able to understand that. On second thought, Martin hasn't looked at my breasts in so long he wouldn't know what color they are anyway."

Settling back into her lounge chair, she found her page and continued to read her novel. 

Walt had been sneaking peeks at her through his nearly closed eyelids. Even though his heart was pounding, he struggled to keep his breathing normal so she would not suspect that he was awake. He watched her roll up the legs of her shorts and then, to his delight, she opened and lowered the waistband so he could see her panties. He thought he even got a glimpse of her pubic hair when she straightened out the waistband. 

He desperately wanted to stroke his erection that, by this time, was hurting from being forced down along his leg. Finally, he raised his knee and rested his foot on the pad of his lounge chair in an attempt to hide his arousal.

When he moved his leg, Peggy flinched and, thinking he was awake, she immediately pulled her top back up to cover her breasts. After studying him for a few minutes, she decided that he was still asleep so she lowered it again. This time the edge of her areola was showing and Walt focused on the sight through his eyelashes.

He watched as the hot sun made her drowsy and eventually her eyes fluttered closed and her hands holding her book relaxed and dropped to her side. When he was sure she was asleep, he half-turned towards her so he could study her at close range. He wanted to reach out and slip his hand under her top to hold her breast but he had to be satisfied with watching the fabric rise and fall with her breathing.

The waistband of her panties caught his attention and by raising his head a little, he could see a fine line of blond hair running from under her panties and up to her belly button. He tried to read the designer's name on the waistband of her cotton panties but he couldn't quite make it out.

Always coming back to her eyes to make sure she was still asleep, he squeezed his cock through his shorts while imagining he was kissing her body from her belly to her neck. It took only a few strokes of his hand to bring himself to the point of ejaculation and as the sensations peaked, he let out a little sound that Peggy heard through her dozing and she opened her eyes to see what it was.

Walt did not notice her open eyes since he was now concentrating on her belly and the faint line of hair. In his imagination, he could follow it down under her panties until it widened and became her pubic fur. 

She watched as he masturbated and she knew she was the cause of his arousal. At first, it frightened her but the fright immediately turned to pleasure and a feeling of power. She was still capable of arousing a young man to the point where he was reaching a climax without talking to her or touching her.

That thought set her body reacting and she felt her nipples engorge and a tingle in her pussy. The tingle grew to become a throb and she could feel the blood rushing to her labia and push them against the crotch of her panties as they flared from the internal pressure. She could not help but squeeze her thighs together in an attempt to enhance the feeling and her little motion caught Walt's eye.

She realized that her movement had attracted his attention and she quickly closed her eyes so he would not catch her watching him. Walt suspected she was awake but he was too far gone to do anything to stop himself unless she did or said something. As he reached the point of no return, he watched her belly flutter as her muscles contracted with her own arousal. 

Peggy took a chance and peeked over at him to find him looking down at her body while he rhythmically squeezed himself. She felt her own lust mount and the muscles in her groin moved in synch with his squeezes. Another sound came out of his throat and he quietly groaned. She watched his cock spasm and his ejaculate shoot out from under the leg of his shorts to land on his thigh.

She had to fight with herself not to reach down and slide her hand under her panties as first one, than another and finally a third visible spurt of his cum wet the skin of his leg. They both lay quietly with neither one willing to let the other know that they had been witness to each other's lust. 

Still not sure if Peggy was awake or not, he carefully levered himself up from the lounge and balancing on one leg, he retrieved his crutches and walked back into the house. Peggy waited as long as she could before she feigned waking up and straightening out her clothes she too went into the house and to her room.

Sitting on the commode in his bathroom to clean himself from his little adventure, Walt started to get another erection as he replayed the past hour in his head. He could not be sure that she had known what was going on but he did not know how to prove it one way or the other. He was afraid of scaring her off again so he decided to wait and see how things would progress. 

Balancing his body by leaning against the vanity top, he stroked himself while visualizing the faint line of hair stretching down and into her panties.

"Mother, I'm going to make love to you," he promised looking into the mirror. "I'm going to make you mine."

Peggy took a shower to wash the lotion off of her body and, after putting on clean clothes she went about making dinner for her son and Martin. She and Walt carried on a normal interaction but they avoided looking directly at each other for the rest of the evening. There was very little conversation and she did not offer to kiss him goodnight before she went to bed.



Bruises Ch. 05-06



Chapter 05

Martin was up early and gone to get something done to the car by the time Peggy woke up the next morning. She had slept soundly and dreamlessly through the night. Lying there, her guilt and her desire fought for room in her mind. She stared at the ceiling in the silence of her bedroom while she contemplated her options.

"Any normal mother wouldn't even have options," she thought. "Having sex with your son is not normal so why are you even considering it?" 

She let her hands toy with her pubic hair while she brought back the mental image of the sight of his hidden penis pulsing cum out from under the leg of his shorts. Rolling onto her side, she caught a whiff of Martin's body odor in the sheets on his side of the bed. 

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she turned her head away and rolling back, she sat on the edge of the bed for a moment. In a sudden flash of insight, she realized that she wanted to make love to her son and she was going to figure out a way to make it happen.

She formulated a plan in her mind as she went about her morning bathroom routine. She was sure she had to move slowly and encourage him without seeming to be too obvious. The answer came to her after she wiped following her morning bowel movement. She glanced at her leg as she completed cleaning herself and noticed that all traces of her bruises were gone. 

A bruise had started it all and she figured that a bruise would trigger it again. She considered intentionally injuring her leg but could not figure out how to do it. In a flash of inspiration, she selected a bluish-black color from her mascara palette and carefully rubbed some into her thigh with her finger. Studying the results in the mirror she was satisfied that it would pass for what she wanted. Pulling on a pair of panties and shorts, she slipped a v-neck tee shirt over her head and exited her bedroom.

Her bouncing nipples rubbing against the cotton of her shirt caused them to swell during the short walk down the hall and into the kitchen. She could feel her heart beating in her chest and she knew she was flushed with the thought of what she was about to do.

She knew that Walt was up because she could smell the fresh coffee. When she got to the kitchen, she could see him reading the newspaper out on the sunlit patio. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she tied her shirttail into a knot just below her breasts and padded, barefoot outside to put her plan into motion.

Circling around to the front of his chair, she greeted him, "Good morning, son. Beautiful morning, isn't it?"

Bracing herself with one had on the arm of his lounge chair, she put her coffee cup down onto the table and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. She knew he could see down the neckline of her shirt and raising her lips from his head, she remained in that position for a long moment.

"Sleep well?" she asked when she finally moved back.

"Uh, yes," he replied with an unsure voice. "Very well, thanks. You?"

Settling into the adjoining lawn chair, she took a sip of her coffee and reached over to select a section of the newspaper from the stack on his lap. She made sure her fingers brushed against his bare thigh as she riffled through the stack of papers before she chose one.

Her blatant actions caused a flutter in her stomach and she felt the beginning seepage of moisture in her vagina. She was amazed at her own forwardness, but after a moment's doubt she decided to move forward with her plan.

Walt studied her actions and felt himself becoming aroused. 

"Was she intentionally baiting him?" he wondered. "Or was she unaware of what she was doing?"

They each sat quietly reading their newspaper until Peggy finished her coffee and straddling her chair, she moved to stand up.

"Oh, look at this," she said and pointed to the mascara colored bruise on the inside of her thigh. "Another one, I don't know how I keep doing that."

Lightly rubbing the spot on her thigh, she stood and turned to face Walt. 

"Does this one look as bad as the other one?" she asked and turned her leg so he could get a good look at the faux bruise.

"Uh, no," he replied but he refrained from touching her in fear of scaring her off again.

"I don't feel a lump there. Do you?" she asked and moved closer to him. "Do you?"

Walt was afraid to touch her until she took his hand and pulled it towards her.

"Feel," she almost whispered and released her grip.

He carefully rubbed the discolored spot but he could not feel anything out of the ordinary.

"It seems OK," he said and moved to pull his hand away.

Taking a deep breath, Peggy straddled his stump sticking out from the seat of the chair and placing both hands onto his bare shoulders, she lightly caressed them.

"Are you sure you're in the right spot?" she asked breathlessly. "Try a little higher."

Walt could hardly breathe. He was now positive she was baiting him and he hoped that it was to seduce him rather than to embarrass him. Biting the bullet, he placed one hand on her hip and pulling her closer to him he caressed, rather than rubbed, her inner thigh with the other one.

He heard his mother's gasping intake of breath when his hand moved dangerously close to the leg opening of her short shorts. He paused for a moment but she encouraged him to continue by lowering her head until her cheek rested next to his ear.

"Feel anything?" she whispered in a shaky voice. 

He tentatively inched his hand higher on her thigh and she reacted by sliding her hands down over his shoulders and onto his upper back. Leaning forward in the chair, he used both hands to hold onto the backs of her legs and to gently bring her closer.  

When her knee bumped into the chair, she slid her hands down farther and over his back so that her upper body was pressed against his chest. He could feel her soft breasts through her tee shirt and he could hear her taking little, short breaths of air.

When he hesitated before going any farther, she pulled back from him and he found himself again looking at her dangling breasts through her open collar. Holding onto the back of his head with both hands, she placed her lips on his smooth head and held them there.

When Peggy clenched her thigh muscles and moved her feet a little more apart, he responded by tightening his hands on the backs of her legs. She waited for him to continue but he seemed to be afraid to take it any further. 

Walt's hands inched up her thighs and slipping his fingers under her pants legs he stopped again. When she didn't object he tried to move his hands up under her shorts but they were too tight. Settling for what he could get, he gently squeezed the backs of her thighs with his fingers just touching the bottom of her cheeks.

Peggy almost passed out from the sensations and her body sagged until her lips rested in the crease where his neck and shoulder met. She nibbled on his skin and then bit gently down on him. 

Walt jumped a little at the bite but he continued to knead her legs along the edge of the elastic of her panty legs. Trying to get under her shorts, he shifted his hands so that his fingertips touched each other at the juncture of her thighs. She knew she was wet and she wanted him to touch her. A sudden thought that they were too exposed out in the open caused her to pull back and stand in front of him.

"Let's go inside, it's too hot out here," she said and turning, she left him sitting there and walked the few steps back into the house.

By the time Walt adjusted his erection to a more comfortable position and got his crutches ready, she had disappeared into the kitchen. 

"Have a seat," she called from the hallway leading to her bedroom. "I poured you a glass of milk."

Walt was mystified but he followed her orders and sat obediently at the kitchen table in front of a glass of milk. Not knowing what else to do he took a sip of the milk and waited for her to return.

Chapter 06

His back was towards the doorway, but he heard her coming quietly towards him. He smelled her perfume an instant before she placed her hands on his shoulders and ran them down over his chest. Her hair tickled his head and his neck when she placed her soft cheek against his and whispered near his ear.

"Drink your milk, son. It's good for you. Do you want some cookies with it?" she asked and leaned against his side with her arm around his shoulder.

"Uh, no thanks, mom," he responded and realized that she had changed into a short, summer robe that came down to about her mid-thigh.

She pulled his head against her body and he could feel her soft breast pressing against it. With his heart beating out of his chest, he slipped his hand under her robe and touched her hot flesh on the outside of her thigh. Gently caressing it in little circles, he continued up her leg until he felt the elastic leg of her panties. 

Peggy turned slightly so that she was facing away from him and started talking. It was almost bizarre that it seemed to be a normal occurrence that her son would have his hand up under her clothes, caressing her nearly bare hip while she carried on a conversation.

"It's been really hot, hasn't it?" she said in a normal voice. "Too bad we don't have a pool that we could cool off in, isn't it?"

Walt's hand was now up past her hips and he was holding it flat against her belly.

He continued to gently caress her in little circles across the surface of her belly. When his fingers passed over her belly button, he stopped and pushed his finger into it as if he was testing the firmness of her stomach.

Peggy quietly moaned and jerked a little before she continued talking.

"I remember when I used to breast feed you," she said in a soothing, quiet voice. "You used to love to suck on me while squeezing me with your little hands."

Walt took the hint and stretching his arm up he was surprised when his fingertips touched the underside of her bare breast. Another moan escaped her throat and releasing his head, she slipped her hand down over his chest and caressed him. It was Walt's turn to moan and in one motion, he cupped her breast and captured her nipple between his index and middle fingers.

Peggy's body shuddered in response to his fingers on her breast and her conversation picked up again.

"You were always such a good little baby," she said in a voice that he was barely able to hear. "You're my big baby now, my big baby."

Releasing her hold on his chest she turned towards him. Walt slid his hand around her body so that he could hold her breast from the front. Looking up at her face, he watched as she wet her lips and placed her two hands over his to hold his hand against herself.

He squeezed her breast just as the slamming of the front door brought them both back to reality and Martin's voice came from the front hall.

"I'm home! Where the hell is everybody?"

"We're in the kitchen," she called nervously. "Do you want some coffee?"

Looking at Walt with pleading eyes, she wiped the perspiration from her face with the sleeve of her robe and moved towards the stove. 

"No, I had some real coffee at the 7-11" he said as he walked into the kitchen, looked around and headed towards the hall. "You know that you make lousy coffee."

Walt watched as Peggy rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Did you get the car fixed?" she called to his retreating back.

"Yeah, it's OK now. I'm going to take a nap. I'm beat," he said as he walked down the hall to their bedroom.

Walt reached out for her but she frowned and gave a little shake of her head before following Martin down the hall.

Walt was still hot and sweaty so he went into his bathroom and stripping off his clothes he lowered himself onto his shower seat. The hot water felt good and after washing himself, he adjusted it to a cooler temperature and let it flow over his body.

Thoughts of his mother's actions and his part in their erotic encounter filled his head. He knew she wanted to carry it beyond their caressing and he was willing to go as far as she wished. His boyhood dreams were coming true but he had to be careful and watch and listen for the little hints that she gave. He didn't want to go too far or too fast or he could ruin it.

His erection had not completely subsided and on the way back to his bed, he pulled a magazine out of a drawer and lying on his bed, he opened it and used it to help stimulate himself to a climax. 



Bruises Ch. 07-08



Chapter 07

Martin was already laying face down on their bed by the time Peggy got to the room. He didn't speak to her and she made no attempt to acknowledge him except for trying to be quiet while she gathered clean clothes from her drawers.

She gently caressed herself while standing under the warm shower but was careful to not bring herself to a climax. Her mind was already in knots about what she was doing and she didn't know where it would all end.

After putting on her panties, she selected a full skirt from her closet and fastened it around her waist. A camisole completed her outfit and when she looked into the mirror, she could see her nipples through the top. Taking one last look at herself, she hesitated before going out into the house. She was still a little shaken about what they had done and she wasn't sure how Walt would react to her.

He was not in the kitchen or the other rooms and so she went to his room and found the door closed. She considered knocking, but decided against it and going back out into the family room, she sat on the sofa and contemplated her actions.

She knew what she had done and what she was about to do was wrong in the eyes of society and almost everyone else. She realized that she had to power to stop it in its tracks but she also knew she had an intense desire to let it continue. 

Her attraction to him was getting stronger and her skin burned where his hands had touched her. Holding her breast through the fabric of he dress, she remembered how good it felt when it was his hand and not her own holding her.

The sound of his crutches broke through her reverie and she looked up to see her son coming into the room. She was sure that he was puzzled about her sudden departure from the kitchen so she rose to greet him. He made no move towards her but he looked at her cautiously as she closed the few steps between them.

She stood quietly looking at him for a moment before reaching up and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He kept his hands on his crutch supports as she smiled up at him. 

Wetting her lips, she kissed him gently before resting her cheek on his chest.

"Umm," she sniffed. "You smell good."

Still unsure of what she wanted, he replied, "Uh, thanks, mom. You do too."

"Here, let me get your chair for you," she offered and moved his wheelchair closer to where he usually sat to watch television. 

She watched as he levered himself down onto it before taking his crutches to lean them against the corner of the wall. 

Returning to the side of his chair, she ran her hand over the back of his neck.

"You're damp, did you just take a shower?" she asked. 

"Yeah, I was all hot and sweaty," he replied and waited for her next move.

"Me too," she continued and lifting his hand, she placed in on her hip on the outside of her skirt. "Can you tell?"

"No, you feel dry to me."

"Try here," she whispered and turning towards him she indicated her breast. Her eyes followed his hand as it moved slowly up along her ribs until he held her breast in his palm. He gently fondled it and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Yes," he croaked in a strained voice. "I can feel it now."

"Let's move to the sofa," she suggested and turned his chair before he could answer.

Walt swung himself onto the sofa and she sat down beside him with one leg bent so that she was facing him. She placed her palm on his chest and gave his pectoral muscle a little squeeze.

"Do you remember when you were little and I used to give you a bath?" she whispered.

"Yes," he replied and smoothed the fine hairs on her arm with the palm of his hand.

Putting her arms around his shoulders, she pulled him into an embrace with her cheek touching his. Walt tried to keep his breathing regular so he could keep up the charade he knew she wanted. Except for little sighs and a tightening of her arms, she gave no outward indication that anything beyond normal conversation was going on between them.

Walt continued to gently fondle her breast through her shirt before moving his hand towards the other one. Peggy pulled away from him to give his hand room between them but she continued talking.

"You used to splash me and laugh and giggle and you never cried when you got water in your eyes. You were a good baby."

Releasing her breast, he slipped the camisole straps off of her shoulders and tried to pull her top down but after glancing towards the hall to the bedrooms she stopped him. She was afraid Martin would come back out and catch them. Shrugging her shoulders, she pushed the straps back up.

His disappointment showed on his face and when their eyes locked for a moment, she looked away and continued talking. He again ran his hand over her breast and hefted it in his hand as if checking its weight. He heard her take a gasping intake of breath when he captured her nipple through the fabric and her hand tightened on the back of his head.

"You were always trying to get milk out of me," she murmured into his ear. "Even after you were weaned you still wanted to suck on me."

Taking his wrists in her hands, she moved them down so that they rested on her hips. Turning and lifting her leg, she straddled his stump and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Starting with the corner of his mouth, she pecked little kisses down his cheek and onto the side of his neck while she hummed a little tune of nothing into his ear. Walt felt her settle her crotch against him and slide herself gently back and forth on his bare thigh.

He was starting to tremble with lust at what was taking place. He couldn't tell for sure, but he thought that she was wearing panties. Even then, the fact that only the wet nylon fabric crotch separated her pussy from the skin of his thigh had his heart thumping.

With his hands on her waist, he applied gentle pressure as he followed the barely perceptible movements of her pussy sliding on him. He was debating about whether or not he should try and touch her when she gave a little whimpering cry and her body shuddered in his arms. Neither of them moved for a minute or two until she gave a soft sigh.

Releasing him from her embrace, she rolled off of him and onto the seat. Straightening her camisole, she sat there looking at him for a moment before sliding off of the sofa. Standing in front of him, she smoothed her skirt down over her hips.

"Yes, you were always a good baby," she said in a normal voice. "Would you like me to get you an iced tea?"

Walt nodded his head and she left the room, leaving him in a daze at what just happened. Looking down, he could see moisture on his thigh where she had rubbed herself against him. Sliding the tips of two of his fingers over the spot, he raised them to his nose and recognized the scent of a woman's arousal. 

Without thinking, he tasted his fingers and gathering some more of her essence from his thigh he again licked his fingers. Slipping his hand into his shorts, he rearranged his cock to a more comfortable position and was about to start masturbating through his clothes when she returned with the tea.

"Here you are, sweetheart," she said and handed him the glass. You look all sweaty again. Do you need a towel or anything?"

"No, I'll be all right," he replied in amazement at her calmness. "The tea will be fine, thank you."

"I have some things I have to do," she said turning and walking towards the kitchen. "Call me if you need anything."

Walt took a sip of his tea and shaking his head in wonder and disbelief, he watched her leave the room.

Chapter 08

Peggy leaned against the kitchen sink and stared out of the window. The water was running but she was oblivious to it. Her body was still tingling from her orgasm and she admitted to herself that she was feeling a little guilty at what she had done. Balancing her little bit of guilt was a sense of fulfillment. She knew he liked what had just transpired between them and she was convinced that it was the beginning of their new relationship and not the end.

After Peggy left the room, Walt had to hop over to where his crutches were leaning in the corner. His erection was pushing against his shorts and he knew he had to relieve himself. At first, he was puzzled at his mother's actions but he figured that she could salve her conscience as long as she pretended that nothing was happening between them.

Closing the door to his room, he flopped down on the bed and pulled his shorts and jockey's down to his knees. With her taste and scent still fresh in his mind and on his body, he didn't need a magazine for stimulation. It only took a few strokes for him to cover his belly with his semen.

Peggy heard him walking down the hall and when his door closed she went to it and listened. She knew that he had not been satisfied and she hoped that he was not in any pain. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh came to her ears and she tried to picture him stroking himself while thinking of her. 

Her hand was up under her skirt and she was touching herself through her soaking wet panties when his voice came through the door.

"Oh, mom, I love you."

Walt woke up a few hours later with his pants still down around his knees and his dried semen crusted on his stomach. He lay there for a moment and grinned at the ceiling.

"Amazing, I almost fucked my mother," he whispered. "I've always wanted to and I will."

Lunch that afternoon was quieter than usual. Walt kept stealing glances at his mother but when their eyes connected she gave no sign of what they had experienced together. It was so quiet that even Martin commented on it but when he got no reaction he finished eating and went back to his chair.

"I'll help you with the dishes," Walt offered.

"No, that's all right. I'll get them. You go and sit down and rest. I'll change your dressing later, OK?"

"OK, mom. Standing behind her he brushed the hair back from her neck and kissed it. I love you, mom," he said and walked away.

Peggy welcomed his touch and his words and she could feel the ache of arousal already stirring in her belly. She busied herself with the kitchen chores so the feeling would go away but it remained there as a little reminder of her new sense of self-purpose.

Continuing to work to take her mind off of her son, she sorted and folded the finished laundry and started putting it away. Opening Walt's underwear drawer she spotted a stack of magazines tucked underneath his t-shirts. Pulling one out she sat on his bed and studied the cover. 

The beautiful woman on the cover was dressed to match the title, "Nylons and Heels." She was bending over what looked like a copying machine in an office and the dark band at the tops of her stockings was visible underneath the hem of her short skirt.

Skimming through the glossy photos, she found a section labeled, "Magnificent Maturity" featuring women who looked to be in their forties or older making out with younger looking men. 

"So that's what he likes," she said to herself and putting the magazine back into its hiding place she finished storing his laundry in his drawers.

"I have to run down to the mall," she announced to Martin and Walt a few hours later. "I won't be long. Do you need anything?"

Martin only grunted but Walt answered her in the negative.

Both of the men were sound asleep when she came back from her shopping trip. She carried her purchases back to her bedroom and put them in the closet. Changing into her usual shorts and t-shirt, she began making dinner.

Over the next several days, Walt watched her carefully for a sign that she wanted to continue their new relationship. She was friendly and loving towards him but she gave no indication that she wanted anything more than their mother and son interaction.

Peggy was anxious for something more but she had to force herself to wait for the right moment. She had to be careful so that Martin would never suspect anything or it would be all over. 

She loved it when Walt was shirtless and she could run her hands over his back and chest while he was caressing her. Except for brief touches, she never let him linger between her legs, but his hands were everywhere else on her thighs, legs, and belly. Except for a few quick brushes, he didn't get to touch her breasts very much since Martin was always around.

Several times, he managed to stand behind her while she was working at the kitchen sink and she would allow him to slide his hands up underneath her shirt. He would lean against her to balance himself and she welcomed the feeling of his body pressing against her. She found herself making noises at the sink and rewashing clean dishes in the hopes that he would approach her and her ploy never failed to attract him to her.

Some of her new articles of clothing were front closure bras and he became quite adept at unhooking the clasp so he could fondle her bare flesh and toy with her nipples. She could feel herself getting wet each time they did it and she became mildly amused that he would have to stop and rearrange himself inside of his jockeys.

After one time when he had more difficulty than usual straightening himself, she broke from her convention of not acknowledging what they were doing. He had finally gotten himself settled and was kissing her neck while he pressed against her. 

Turning her head to the side, she said softly, "I'm going to have to buy you some new underwear. Would you like that?"

"Yes," he murmured into her ear unsure of what she meant. "Sure."

She was not able to climax during these episodes but she enjoyed the feelings and sensations that they gave her. She had become a junkie to the danger of Martin catching them and to the naughty perversion of being a sexual being with her own son.

If they had enough time, she could tell that he would cum from rubbing himself against her bottom but she refrained from touching him in any way. She was determined to save that for a special time.



Bruises Ch. 09



"I'm going to meet some of my old work buddies that were fired along with me," Martin announced out of the blue on Monday evening at the supper table. "We're thinking of suing the company for back pay and for violation of our civil rights."

Peggy watched as Walt's head snapped up and his mouth opened as if he was going to say something. She caught his eye and gave a little shake of her head to stop the argument before it started.

"When is it? Tomorrow?" she asked hopefully.

"Thursday," he replied.

"Are the wives going," she asked with the hope that he would go alone.

"Nah, it's a man thing," he responded. "We're going to rake them over the coals."

Peggy could hardly wait for Thursday to arrive. She kept herself busy with the usual household chores to take her mind off of the waiting. Walt noticed that she managed to touch him every time they were near each other and he took advantage of the change in her behavior. He became more aggressive and soon she even allowed him to run his hands over her body even when Martin was nearby.

He wasn't sure what was happening but he didn't object to it nor did he question it. He only knew that it was an exciting time for him and he didn't want to do anything to stop it. Her continuing attentions caused him to have to masturbate twice on Tuesday and again on Wednesday. 

Peggy awoke early on Thursday morning and lay quietly in bed waiting for Martin to get up. She refrained from asking him what time he would be leaving since she didn't want to appear too anxious to see him go. 

"He doesn't care what I do, anyway," she told herself. "He's the one that chose to live our lives without intimacy."

She pretended to be asleep when he groaned and farted before rolling out of bed. She could hear him pissing in the toilet and the thought crossed her mind to wipe off the seat before she sat on it. She waited for him to get into the shower before she got out of bed and covered herself with her robe to go out and start the coffee.

She was surprised to find Walt already up and sitting out on the patio in the morning sun. 

"Good morning, sweetheart," she said and kissed him on the forehead. "You're going to have to shave your head again, you're getting prickly."

"I'll shave anything you want me to," he grinned up at her. "How about under my arms?"

"Let's not go that far," she kidded back. "I like a little hair on my men."

"On your men?" he retorted. "How many have you had?"

"Only four, so far," she replied with emphasis on the last two words. 

"Four? I thought you were a virgin when you got married."

"So did your father," she replied.

"So far?" he repeated her words to himself. "Does she mean me?"

Martin refused breakfast saying he would eat on the way. She waited patiently for him to get his papers together and watched as he walked to his car and drove off. She was shaking with anticipation but she held off to make sure he wouldn't return for any reason before she moved ahead with her plan. Returning to the kitchen, she poured herself a cup of coffee and stood next to Walt. 

"Is he gone?" he asked.

"Yes," she nodded and smiled.

They both knew what they wanted but they were confident enough in their playing around that they could tease each other. She leaned her hip against his shoulder and ran her hand over his back and then onto his chest. 

"My big, strong baby," she cooed. "You used to be a little skinny thing like your dad."

"Dad wasn't skinny," he protested. 

"I don't mean skinny, skinny," she laughed. "He was thin and so were you. The Marines put some meat on your bones."

After taking a sip of her coffee, she put it down on the table in front of him and moved so that she was standing behind him. Leaning down, she kissed him on the forehead and holding his cheeks in her hands she tilted his head back so they could see each other.

"You know that I love you," she started. 

"Yes, and,"

"Hush," she put her fingers against his lips. "Let me finish."

"The last few weeks have been wonderful for me. I missed you so much when you were gone that I cried almost every day. I worried about you and prayed that you would come home to me. Thank God you survived."

"Not all of me came home," he said quietly.

"Hush. You came home a man and a hero. Even without your leg you mean more to me than ever."

"Mom, I,"

"Hush," she interrupted him again. "I have to finish this. We've done some things in the last few weeks that we shouldn't have. We are mother and son, not lovers. I know I told you that just a few days ago, but I have to repeat it so I can hear me say it again. 

I feel guilty about what we have done but at the same time I feel a great sense of love for you. It is not a love that a mother has for her son, but it is a love that true lovers share. I don't know if I'm using you to replace your father or if I'm using you because you are you." 

"You're not using,"

"Hush, I don't want to hurt you. I am afraid that what I have done and what I have allowed you to do will ruin our relationship and ruin your life. I'm torn because what we do feels so right to me yet, at the same time, it seems to be so wrong. I'm confused and I don't know how to balance the two feelings. I want you so much but I don't think I can continue."

Peggy finished and rested her cheek against his. He could feel the tears on her face and he turned his head and tasted them with a little kiss.

"Can I talk now?" he said lightly to break the tension. "Or are you going to tell me to 'hush' again?"

"No, smarty," she giggled. "I'm finished or at least I think I am."

"Come here," he said and tugged on her hand so that she came around in front of him. 

"God, you're beautiful," he said and taking her hands in his he pulled her towards him.

"Thank you," she replied. "Even though I know that I am not."

"Sit," he ordered and putting his hands on her hips he pulled her so that she was straddling his chair.

"No, I'll hurt you," she resisted him. 

"Sit. I'll tell you if you hurt me. You can't hurt a Marine, you know that."

Peggy gingerly let her weight down so that she was sitting on his lap with her legs on each side of his. He moved his hands up from her waist to her back and their bodies melded in an embrace.

Peggy put her arms around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder. She could feel her breasts pressed against his bare chest and she almost opened her robe so that their naked skin could touch.

"You haven't hurt me and you haven't ruined my life. You gave me life and you continue to give me life. I love you, Peggy," he said and felt her stiffen at the use of her proper name. "I love you more than anything in the whole world. I want to be with you forever and I want to love you like no one else ever has. Will you let me do that?"

A sob tore from Peggy's throat at his words and pulling her head back she looked at him with tear-filled eyes. 

"Please?" he begged and kissed her nose.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Walt smiled and kissed her on her nose.

"Kiss me properly, young man," she said through a grin. "Your girlfriend needs a kiss."

Their lips brushed each other in a tentative test of their love. They searched each other's eyes for permission and their lips touched again. This time there was no hesitation as their tongues teased at the juncture of their mouths. 

Peggy took the initiative and swirled her tongue around his before withdrawing it. Walt followed her back into her mouth and she closed her lips around it and gently sucked.

A groan came from his throat followed by a similar sound from her. 

She felt him fumbling at her waist and realized that he was trying to untie the belt to her robe. Sitting back she looked down and watched as he undid the knot and looked at her for permission.

She nodded.

Taking hold of the lapels, she pulled the robe off of her shoulders and they both looked down at her exposed breasts. Her nipples were standing out and she swore she could feel them throbbing with the rapid beating of her heart.

"My, God, you are exquisite," he said and pulled her against his chest.

The feel of her soft breasts was almost too much for him to take. His erection had exploded into full size as soon as he saw her naked body and now it was trapped down inside of his jockeys and it hurt like hell.

Peggy could feel it under her thigh. The fact that she could cause her son to want her that much thrilled her. She, too, was lost in the sensations of her flesh pressed against his flesh. She wanted to move herself on his lap but resisted the urge because she had some plans that he didn't know about.

Standing up, she backed away from him and stood with her open robe giving him a tantalizing view of the inside of her breasts. Closing the lapels, she belted it tight around her waist and bending over kissed him on the lips.

"I'm going to go and get dressed. I've got a surprise for you, actually two surprises. Why don't you shower and meet me back out here in a little while. Your first surprise is in your underwear drawer. Go and look. I love you," she finished and again kissed him on the lips.

Walt grabbed her by her bottom and tried to pull her back down onto his lap but she resisted and playfully slapped his hand. 

"Naughty, naughty," she laughed. "Now, git, before I give you a spanking."

"I'd like that," he grinned in response. "Can I spank you?"

"Git," she repeated and disappeared down the hall to her room.



Bruises Ch. 10-11



Chapter 10

Walt's sorted through the selection of various colored silk boxers his mother placed in his underwear drawer. The note sitting on top of the pile read, "Just these, nothing else."He brushed his teeth and took the quickest shower of his life and after toweling dry, he decided not to cover his stump with a sock. 

He was already starting to get an erection in anticipation of what he hoped was to come. It rose to full staff when he pulled the silk shorts up over his waist and felt their erotic softness against his skin. He was having trouble keeping himself from slipping out through the fly so he lowered the waistband a little down over his hips to trap his erection between it and his belly.

Satisfied that he was not going to leave his room with a beacon waving in front of him, he opted to not use his wheelchair but walked back out into the family room on his crutches.

Peggy's heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest while she was getting dressed for her son. The nagging doubts of whether or not she should go through with her seduction kept tickling the back of her mind. She brushed them aside with the reasoning that they were both mature adults and that they loved each other. 

"I love him, I want this and I know he wants it too," she said as she smoothed a nylon stocking up over her thigh. She was satisfied with her quick examination of herself in the mirror before hurrying out into the family room to get there before he did.

Walt stopped just inside the doorway. The drapes were closed and the room was dimly lit. There was just enough light to see the most beautiful creature he had ever seen waiting for him.

"Hello, sweetheart," she said in a timid voice. "I like your new shorts."

"Mom?" he said in a voice choked with emotion. "My God, you look absolutely beautiful."

They both moved towards the center of the room and stood facing each other. Peggy stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips but her trembling insides proved that she was not as confident as she appeared to be. 

Walt balanced on his crutches and stared at the vision that stood before him. It was his mother but, then again, it was someone else. She looked fifteen years younger with her bangs over her forehead and her dark hair framing her face but not hiding the little earrings glittering on her ears.

She was wearing a black, halter-top dress with a full skirt and a wide belt around her waist. The sides of the halter-top were cut very low and he could see the swell of her breasts pushing out from behind the fabric. She stood tall on legs barely hidden by her whisper-sheer, black nylons that ended in spike-heeled, black patent-leather pumps.

She turned a little towards the side and he could see that the dress was totally backless with only her tanned skin showing down to her waist. 

"You like?" she asked and did a complete turn so he could see everything. 

"I like," he croaked out. "Mom, you're a vision from my dreams."

"Or, maybe from one of your magazines?" she giggled and stepped closer to him.

Taking his crutches, she put them together and lay them across the arms of Martin's chair. 

"You won't need those," she said and wrapped her arms around his back to balance him against her.

Her high heels brought her up to almost exactly his height and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head and wet her lips in preparation for him to kiss her.

"Oh, mom," Walt sighed and moved to kiss her.

"Peggy," she whispered an instant before their lips touched. "Call me Peggy, please."

Chapter 11

Peggy couldn't remember kissing for that long a time since she was in high school. The feeling of Walt's lips on hers and his tongue playing in her mouth made her head swim. Both of them had their hands all over each other's backs and bottoms. He tried to slip his hand down under her dress from the back but the tight belt around her waist stopped him.

She didn't have the same problem and was able to run her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Afraid of going too far too fast, she stopped when her fingers reached the top of his cheeks. She elicited a groan from him when she gently scratched the top of his crease with her fingernails.

Their groins ground together and she could feel his erection pushing against her belly. She tried to lift herself up on her toes so she could move it down between her legs but she was afraid they would lose their balance and fall.

After what seemed like an hour, they finally broke their kissing and studied each other for a moment before they both burst out into laughter.

"You look like you washed your face with lipstick and spit," she said.

"Look who's talking," he replied and licked her face. 

She reciprocated and soon their mouths and tongues were back to tasting each other.

"Can we sit somewhere," he asked. "My leg is getting tired."

"Here, sit on the sofa," she suggested and helped balance him while he hopped the few steps to it.

"Come here," he said and pulled her down beside him.

Peggy rolled over on her hip and plastered herself against him. She rained little kisses all over his face and neck before she moved down to his chest. Walt loved the feeling of her hair entwined in his fingers while she licked and sucked on his little nipples.

"God, I never knew that felt so good," he groaned when she nipped him. "No wonder women like it."

Raising her head to look him in the eye, she showed him a fake look of anger and asked, "And just whose nipples have you sucked before?"

Getting into the game, he replied, "Only my mother's when I was a little baby. I wish she were here with me now so I could do it again."

"Maybe she'll come by later," she husked. "Let me up."

Walt released her and she stood in front of the sofa. Bending over she offered him a tantalizing look at the inside slope of her breasts through the front of her dress. Reaching out, he ran his hands up her sides and under the halter of her dress. She gasped when his hands reached their goals and he weighed them with his hands.

Peggy closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensation of her son's fondling. After a few moments, she reached down and pulled him by the waist towards the front edge of the sofa.

"Sit out here," she urged him and moved several sofa pillows behind his back to support him.

When she tried to straighten back up, Walt pulled her towards him and kissed her again.

"I love you," he murmured against her lips. "I love you Peggy Mom."

Peggy's knees got weak when he called her that and she intensified the kiss to let him know that she liked it.

"Thank you," she whispered back against his lips. "I love you too."

Standing in front of him, she moved so that she was straddling his legs before putting her hands on his shoulders. She swayed her body back and forth in invitation and his hands moved to her legs.

"Oh, that feels good," he said as he felt the nylon covering her. "So sexy."

"That's why I wore them," she giggled. "Just like in your magazines."

"Have you been snooping in my drawers," he said in mock anger. "I'll have to spank you for that."

"Oh no, please good sir, don't spank me," she said and wiggled her hips.

"I'll have to punish you somehow," he said and moved his hands up behind her thighs to the tops of her stockings.

Peggy tensed her thighs and arched her body closer to him as he carefully searched up her legs until he found the beginning swell of her naked cheeks.

"You're a bad girl, you're not wearing any underwear," he declared.

"Oh, yes I am, good sir," she said. 

Walt's hands hesitated for a moment before reaching higher until he found the tiny waistband of her g-string panties. 

"Holy shit, mom! That's hot!" he exclaimed. 

Peggy bent her knees and spread her legs farther apart when Walt moved one of his hands to the inside of her thigh. He smoothed down her leg almost to her knee then moved back up to the top of her stocking. 

He could feel the heat of her sex on the backs of his fingers when he crept up her leg and closed in on her pussy. He could feel his mother trembling with anticipation and he decided not to tease her any more.

When the backs of his fingers rubbed against the wet nylon pouch covering her pussy, Peggy emitted a long groan and pulled his head tightly against her belly.

"Yes, oh God, yes," she whimpered.

Walt couldn't believe what was happening. His dream of touching his mother's pussy had come true. He found the edge of the tiny bit of cloth that protected her charms and running his fingers under it, he felt her pubic hair. 

He could tell that she was almost beside herself with lust and he worried that she was going to collapse to the floor. Grasping her hips, he turned her body and gently let her down onto the sofa cushion next to him. She immediately lifted one leg and rested her high-heeled shoe on the sofa.

Walt watched as she opened herself to his touch and he wasted no time in cupping her sex with his hand. Peggy moaned and lifted her bottom up off of the sofa to give him even more access to her heat.

His fingers were now under the fabric of her panties and sliding up and down her slippery lips. He felt her tense when he reached the nadir. Pausing for a moment, he inserted the tip of his middle finger between them and ever so slowly started to edge it upward.

A moan escaped her mouth and grabbing his head, she pulled it to her and pressed her soft and wet lips to his mouth. Holding his face with her hands she let out a continuous moan and held their motionless lips together. It was as if she were frozen in time, waiting for him to pleasure her.

He didn't want to disappoint her so he continued his upward movement, separating her lips and dragging her lubrication along with his finger. As soon as he touched her clitoris, she pulled away from his face and buried her head in the crook of his neck.

The moan got louder and then became words, "I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cumming!" 

Tearing herself away from him, she braced her shoulders against the back of the sofa and straightened her body until it was rigid. Walt continued to pleasure her with the pad of his middle finger circling her little bud. He watched her face as her orgasm peaked and her body trembled with first the tension and then the release.

"Oh, honey, baby, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh my, baby."

Walt continued to play with her until she pleaded for him to stop.

"Sweetheart, stop, please stop," she begged him. "I'm too sensitive down there. I can't stand it."

Squeezing her thighs together, she pulled at his arm with both hands.

"Baby, please. Please baby, stop, please."

Walt let her pull his hand out from under her dress and they held each other until she calmed down a little. His heart was bursting with a feeling of pride that he had given his mother so much pleasure. 

At the same time, his own arousal had not been satisfied and he needed to do something about it. While his mother sat with her face buried in his shoulder, he disengaged one hand and squeezed his erection sticking out of his fly. Slowly stroking himself he was trying to decide whether to finish on the sofa or to wait until he got back to his room.

Peggy felt his arm moving and she immediately knew what he was doing. 

"Oh, my baby. Did mommy leave you all excited?" she whispered into his ear. "Here, let mommy fix that for you, OK?"

She placed her hand on top of his and stroked along with him for a moment or two. Insinuating her fingers under his, she took over and gently palmed his erection. Finding the lubrication seeping out of him, she rubbed it with her thumb and spread it down and around his crown to heighten his pleasure. 

Walt leaned his head back against the sofa and groaned with the sensations of what his mother was doing for him. Peggy raised her head and looked down at what she had in her hand. As she continued to stroke him, she knew that they had moved their relationship to another plateau and that they would never be able to go back.

He touched her cheek and she could smell herself on his hand. The scent of her own private musk inflamed her and she increased the speed of her hand. 

"Slower, mom, slower. Make it last," he begged.

His hand fumbled under her dress as he attempted to pull her panties off. Releasing her hold on him, she reached under her dress and raising her hips, she slid them down and off of her legs. There wasn't much to them but she shifted them around in her hand until the slickly wet pouch that had been covering her sex now covered her fingers.

A wicked thought crossed her mind and raising her panty-covered hand to his face, she caressed it with the wet fabric. Walt noisily inhaled her scent and taking hold of her hand he kissed it through the fabric of the crotch.

Peggy returned to masturbating him but she now used her panties to caress him. She could feel him lurching in her hand as she increased the speed of her stroking. 

"Mom, mom, I'm cumming," he gasped. "I'm cumming."

Peggy concentrated on the head as she continued to stroke him until he stiffened and a jet of semen filled the panty pouch. Cupping his crown with her fingers, she gently rubbed him around his ridge and was rewarded as jet after jet of his essence overflowed into and over her hand and panty. 

Continuing to hold him, she alternately squeezed and released the pressure on him as he came down from his orgasm. They kissed again, with less frenzy than before but with all of the passion that they could pour into each other.

"I love you, mom," he said into her hair. "I love you so much it hurts."

Suddenly, a feeling of guilt and remorse flooded Peggy and tears started to run down her face. He heard her sob and he felt her tears wetting his cheek. 

Looking into her eyes, he said, "It's OK, mom. It's OK, I wanted it too."

"I'm terrible and wicked," she sobbed. "You're my son and I should know better."

"You know that I love you and I know that you love me. That's all that matters. There's no wickedness in what we have done. There is only love."

Peggy's sobbing slowed and she allowed him to kiss her again.

"This was the best date I've ever had," he proclaimed to lighten the mood. "And I don't even have to drive you home."

She laughed at his joke and smiled through her tears, "Thank you, sweetheart. That makes me feel better but I still have a lot of thinking to do."

"Don't think too much," he suggested. "I wouldn't want you to think your way out of this."

"We'd better get up and get changed. I don't know what time he'll be back."

Walt struggled to his feet and stood there while Peggy retrieved his crutches. 

Once he had them set under his arms, she hugged him again and they shared a sweet kiss before going to their respective bedrooms.



Bruises Ch. 12-13



Chapter 12

Peggy sat on the edge of her bed and rolled her nylons down and off of her legs. She carefully folded them because she knew that this was not the last time she would wear them for her son. 

Something had clicked during that last kiss they shared before returning to their bedrooms. Her mind was no longer in turmoil about their actions. She was now at ease with her decision to take her son as a lover. She was sure that there would be moments of doubt and guilt but the joy of their love would soon wipe all of that away.

Martin and their sham marriage never entered her mind. It was as if a door had been closed on their relationship and it was forever locked in the bad dream recesses of her mind.

Martin returned later in the evening but not before mother and son had enjoyed each other several more times. 

She had changed into a pair of loose-legged shorts and a camisole top, sans underwear. Walt wore another pair of the boxers she had bought for him. He kept a pair of elastic waist shorts near him in case Martin showed up early.

As soon as they came out of their bedrooms, they knew that they both had the same idea as to how to spend their day together. Peggy went about her usual chores while Walt relaxed on the patio with one of her romance novels. 

She made it a point to visit with him several times during the next few hours and each time they managed to tantalize each other a little more. They played a little game in which they made up excuses to touch one another. 

"Can you still feel the lump on my leg?" she asked the first time she came out to see him.

"No, but I'm not sure I'm in the right place," he said while caressing her inner thigh.

"Maybe it's a little higher up," she offered.

"This high?" he asked and moved his fingers another inch or so.

"Maybe higher," she said in a deeper voice.

"Here?" he tormented her again.

"Higher," she said in a voice now choked with passion.

"How about here?"

"Almost," came out in a gasp.

Peggy looked down at Walt with one hand holding his erection through his silk boxers and the other hidden under the pant leg of her shorts. Her eyes were almost closed with heavy lidded passion. 

Looking up at her, Walt grinned with the knowledge that he had teased her to the limit of her endurance. He knew he had to do something or he was afraid she would fall. His hand moved the last inch up the inside of her thigh and the backs of his fingers grazed her lips.

He watched as his mother made a long, shuddering "oh" sound and spreading her legs, she gripped his bare shoulder so hard that her nails dug into his flesh.

He repositioned his hand and slowly pushed his thumb up and inside of her. The shuddering changed to a conscious humping motion against him. She grunted with each thrust of her hips and at the moment she orgasmed, he pressed his finger against her anus. 

"Oh, God. Oh, baby, baby, baby, ohhh," she said in a trembling voice. "Oh, God."

Her legs gave way and she knelt on the hard stone of the patio with her head on his lap. 

"Oh, honey. I've never cum so fast in my life. You make me feel so good."

"That sounds like a song," he kidded. "Do you know any more?"

"Stop making fun of me," she pouted. "I can't help myself around you. I'm going nuts."

"Speaking of nuts, mine could use some help," he offered and released his erection through the fly of his shorts.

"You are a nasty, nasty, boy," she said and encircled it with her thumb and forefinger. 

"Don't I get your whole hand?"

"No, this is all you get for being so mean to me and teasing me like that."

"That's because I know you like to be teased. Don't you?"

"How did you find out so much about me in so short a time?" she asked while running the circle of her thumb and forefinger up and down the full length of his erection.

"It must be our special relationship," he replied an instant before he poured his cum all over her hand.

They continued playing with each other for the next several hours. It was a good thing that Walt finally put his shorts on because Martin showed up about fifteen minutes later. Walt heard him come in but none of them made any effort to greet each other. He could hear Peggy talking to him in the kitchen but he couldn't hear what they were saying.

A short time later, Peggy's voice calling him to dinner woke Walt from a dozy slumber. He went to his room and donned a shirt and washed his hands before joining them at the dinner table. 

He sniffed his fingers for the twentieth time right before he washed his hands. He could still smell his mother's scent on them and it excited him to remember what they had done. He had a perverse notion to eat dinner with Martin while knowing that her pussy smell was on his fingers but he thought better of it.

"How did the meeting go?" Walt asked Martin.

"Not good," he replied. "Those jerks down there are not going to give us anything for laying us off. They told me that they are going to fight my Workman's Compensation suit too."

"That's too bad," Walt replied without any enthusiasm. "Are you going to try and get another job?"

"I shouldn't have to get a job. When are you going to stop sitting on your ass and get a job? You can work in a McDonald's standing on one leg, can't you?"

"Martin!" Peggy warned him. "You know Walt has a job, he is still in the Marine Corps."

"When is your leg going to be ready, anyway?" Martin asked in a voice designed to try and defuse the conversation.

"I'm hoping for a call either today or tomorrow," Walt replied. "The three weeks is almost up."

"Look, I'm sorry, OK? I'm not in a good mood tonight. I'm going in and read the paper."

Peggy stood and came over to Walt. 

Caressing his cheek, she said, "I'm sorry, honey," in a conciliatory tone.

"It's OK, mom," he assured her. "Did you hear him? He actually apologized. He doesn't bother me. I know who I am and what I can do. I'll be OK."

He balanced on his leg and passed the dishes to her at the sink. When they were all stacked on the counter, he hopped across to her and stood behind her. Holding her by her waist, he kissed her neck through her hair.

"Umm," he murmured. "You taste and smell nice."

"Go away," she whispered and pushed back at him with her bottom.

He knew she could feel his erection and he giggled into her ear.

"Doesn't that thing ever get soft?" she asked in mock anger.

"Not when it's near you," he laughed and pushed it against her.

"Get out of here before he sees us," she ordered.

Peggy moaned and dropped her chin to her chest when he slipped his hands up under her camisole to fondle her breasts and tug at her nipples.

"Oh, sweet Jesus. I can't stand it," she whispered. "Now go away before we get caught."

"When are you going to let me make real love to you?" he asked.

Peggy stiffened at the question and she felt the blood rush to her head.

"I ... I don't know if I can do that," she whispered. "I just don't know if I'm ready or if it's ever going to be the right time for that."

Walt was disappointed with her answer.

"I'll be there and waiting when you decide it's time, my Peggy Mom," he whispered and giving a final squeeze to her breasts and a last thrust of his erection to her bottom, he left.

Chapter 13

Karen woke up at dawn on Friday morning. Her first thoughts were of her son and their new relationship. Touching herself through her panties, she knew she would find them already wet with her arousal. Her newfound sexual love for her son had turned into an obsession. Her mind was constantly focusing on it to the point where she could hardly think of anything else.

She had trouble going to sleep the night before and, at one point, she considered sneaking out of bed and going to Walt's room. That thought had released a flood of moisture and emotions that left her with a pounding heart. Even with her decision that what they were doing was right, she was still sometimes torn between her need for Walt's touches and kisses and her feelings of shame. 

"You're a perverted slut," she told herself. "That is your son you are playing around with. He's not some young man from you met in a bar. You've got to stop it."

She tried to rationalize her actions with the excuse that Martin had rejected her and it didn't look like he was going to change. Her internal arguments were influenced by her newfound lust for her son and no matter how hard she tried, she could not get the memories of his kisses and caresses out of her head.

The past 24-hours had been the happiest of her life since before Walter died. Their sneaking around to spend a few naughty moments with each other left her tingling and aroused. As soon as each one of their little episodes with each other was over, she found herself planning for the next one. 

The danger of Martin finding out, or even possibly suspecting something, made the whole thing more exciting. She remembered almost fainting with the surge of passion she felt when Walt had kissed her and fingered her not ten-feet away from where Martin was sitting.

It only took thirty seconds for her to climax and she had to cram her mouth into Walt's shoulder so Martin would not hear her moans over the sound of the television. When she came up for air, they had looked into each other's eyes and fought to stifle their laughter at what they had just done.

Walt smelled his fingers and then brushed them under her nose so she could share in her scent of arousal. His action sent another surge of passion through her and she rubbed his erection through his shorts. The sudden sound of Martin's recliner moving to the sitting position stopped them before she could help him to cum. After that, they tried but did not have a chance to be alone for the rest of the evening.

Easing out of the bed, so as to not wake Martin, she put on her robe over her sleep tee and walked out through the kitchen and onto the patio.

Walt awoke about the same time as his mother. When he rubbed his eyes, he could still detect the faint scent of her pussy on his fingers. As he had done the night before, he masturbated with his hand up to his face. He remembered the adrenaline rush he got when they first kissed while standing behind Martin's chair.

The danger of being detected buzzed in his head and heightened his arousal. He remembered getting much the same high adrenalin feeling while on patrol in Iraq. When he reached for her waistband, he found that she had already loosened the snap and lowered the zipper on her shorts while they kissed. 

His hand moved down over her familiar belly and slid under the waistband of her panties. He could feel her suck in her stomach when his fingers moved through her pubic hair. He stopped there for a teasing moment and she made a noise of frustration through their kiss along with a little jerk of her hips. 

Cupping her crotch, he inserted his middle finger between her lips, and slowly swept it upward until it was circling her little bud. Her hips jerked wildly at his touch and tearing her mouth away from his, she buried her face in the crook of his neck to suppress her moans.

After she stopped trembling, she lifted her head and the sight of her flushed face struggling not to laugh at their boldness almost sent him into a fit of giggling. She squeezed his erection through his shorts and he thought she was going to bring him to a climax. They had to stop when the sound of Martin's chair returning to the sitting position forced them to pull apart.

A quick kiss and they separated and moved away to adjust their clothing before Martin could struggle out of his seat.

He lay in bed with his semen coating his hand and belly and wished it were inside of his mother. He knew she was hesitant about crossing that final, forbidden line and he wanted to respect her wishes. At the same time he didn't know how long he could continue their little trysts before he lost control and forced himself upon her.

Peggy turned when she heard the sound of the sliding screen door opening. She was relieved to see that it was Walt and not Martin coming towards her. He reached her chair and using the arm of the chair for support, he bent down and kissed her on the lips.

"Mornin' Peggy Mom," he said. "You look even more beautiful in the morning."

Peggy reached up and pulling his head back down for another kiss. Their tongues entwined and she felt the immediate surge of arousal that tormented her every time they touched.

"Where is he?" he asked taking her hand and sitting down in the chair beside hers.

"Still asleep but he could get up any minute. I never know."

"Do you want to go somewhere where we can be alone?" he suggested.

"Yes, I mean no, no we can't."

"Why?"

"Because, I'm afraid of what might happen. I love you and I don't want to ruin it by doing something that might hurt us."

"What could hurt us?"

Peggy looked at him and pulling his hand over to her lap she squeezed it with both hands.

"You know what I mean."

"You mean, making love? Fucking?" he said in a low voice.

She didn't answer but continued to stare at him while nervously twisting her fingers in his.

"That's what you mean, isn't it?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Don't you want me to make love to you?"

"Oh, baby, you don't know how much I do. But we can't."

"Why not?"

"I ... I don't know, it's just not right, that's all."

"Mom, you're talking nonsense. You know how I feel about you and I think I know how you feel about me. What's not right?"

"Please, I don't know, I just don't know."

"I'm sorry, mom, but I love you and I want you. Let me know when you are ready. OK?"

Walt struggled to his feet and picking up his crutches, he went back into the house.

Peggy sat there in turmoil. Her vacillation was tormenting her. She knew what she wanted to do but she was afraid to take the next step. Suddenly a thought occurred to her. 

"What happens if we do and I get pregnant?"

Pushing herself up off of the chair, she stood looking out over the yard for a moment. 

"Yes," she said aloud and walked back into the house.



Bruises Ch. 14



The telephone was ringing when Peggy returned from shopping. She dropped her grocery bags on the kitchen counter and hurried to answer it before the voice mail picked up. 

A woman's voice told her she was calling from Walter Reed Hospital and she asked to speak to Sgt. Walter R. Ridgeway, Jr. Peggy identified herself as his mother and took a message that Walt's prosthesis was ready and could he be there at 9 o'clock on Monday morning. Walt did not appear to be home so Peggy confirmed the appointment. 

She found Martin asleep in his chair but when she woke him, he grumbled and told her he had no idea where Walt had gone. He never noticed her new haircut.

After carrying the groceries in and putting them away, she took the paper bag from the pharmacy into her bathroom, opened it and set a tube of spermicidal gel and a three months supply of birth control pills on the vanity top.

Rather than get an appointment with her gynecologist, she asked a high school friend who worked in his office to help her out and to renew her old prescription. The doctor's birth control prescriptions were pre-printed so the nurse put one in with a stack of others and had him sign it. He never questioned it. The pills couldn't be started until after her next cycle so she tucked them away in her cosmetic case. 

The bathroom mirror reflected her nude body and her new hairstyle with bangs and the sides framing her face. The highlights glowed in the bright bathroom light and she shook her head and was pleased with the way her hair flowed around her head.

The bottom drawer of her vanity yielded her diaphragm kit and she placed it on the counter next to the gel. Although it looked fine to her, she filled it with water to check for leaks. She remembered someone telling her that the only real test would be to hold it tightly around her mouth and inflate it while holding her face in water. If bubbles appeared, it had a leak and was no good. She tried it and no bubbles appeared.

A quick feeling of relief passed through her because she had not used her diaphragm in well over a year and she was afraid that it would not be any good. 

After hanging her skirt and blouse in her closet, she went back into the bathroom where she dropped her bra and panties into the hamper. Opening the tube of gel, she filled the diaphragm with it and spread it around the edge of the device before inserting it up into her vagina.

She was a little surprised at how easily the procedure came back to her. She had been afraid that she would need to practice, but it slipped into place. With her foot still up on the toilet seat, she checked it with her fingers and it seemed to still fit all right.

The act of inserting the device buoyed her spirits and she stood looking at herself in the mirror.

"I look and feel ten years younger," she said and stuck her tongue out at herself in the mirror. "I wonder what he will think?"

Standing sideways to the mirror, she grabbed her bottoms with both hands and shook them. 

"Not bad for an old broad," she smiled at herself. 

Cupping her breasts she held them up a little from their normal position and let them go. They drooped some but that was to be expected. 

"Yep, not bad," she repeated.

Removing the diaphragm, she cleaned it and put it back into its case along with the gel. 

She was careful not to get her hair wet while she took a quick shower. After drying herself, she slipped on a full-cut, yellow cotton summer skirt and a camisole over her naked body. She twirled in front of the mirror and the skirt flared up and showed her thighs. The cool air moving over her overheated thighs and damp pussy reminded her that she was without panties.

"Commando, commando," she sang a little made up ditty. "I'm going commando for my Marine."

She worried about Walt until he called to let her know that he had talked to a friend of his who volunteered to take for a haircut. When she told him the news about his new leg, he asked her to get a motel reservation before they all filled up. The credit card he wanted her to use was in his jewelry box on his dresser.

Peggy made the call and the reservation. On an impulse, she made it for the next night instead of waiting for Sunday night. She rationalized that a good night's sleep before going in for his first prosthesis fitting would be good for him.

She waggled her foot and decided that her new sandals looked good with her fresh pedicure. Giving herself one last check in the mirror, she touched up her lipstick and spritzed some perfume on her cleavage and under her skirt.

Martin was awake and watching television when she went back out into the family room. He complained about being hungry and agreed to a pizza for dinner. After calling in the order, she set the table and went back into the family room to watch television until it came.

She couldn't concentrate on the cable news channel that Martin was watching and her mind kept drifting to her relationship with her son. After a while, she found that she was squirming around on the sofa and her vagina was squishing with the lubrication that had formed. She was afraid it would leave a stain on her dress and she was getting up to put on panties when the doorbell rang.

The pizza delivery boy stared at her when she opened the door. He stuttered while giving her the total and she felt her nipples harden when she realized that he was ogling her. The knowledge that she could still turn on a college age boy sent tingles throughout her belly. 

Peggy smiled at him and asked him to wait while she got the money. Knowing that he was staring at her, she walked away with a little exaggerated sway of her hips. 

His eyes never left her chest when she went back towards him and he accepted the money and the tip but didn't move. 

"Is that enough?" she asked with a smile. "Is there anything else?"

"No, no, thank you, that's all, thank you," he stuttered and turned to leave. 

As he reached his car, another one pulled up. It was Walt and his friend returning from their afternoon out. He got out of the car and, after retrieving his crutches, he came up the steps towards the door. Peggy waited in the doorway while he negotiated the steps and when he looked up and spotted her, he stopped in his tracks.

"My God, mom! You look beautiful. I love your hair. You look like your younger sister would look if you had one."

Peggy felt herself blush. She pulled the door closed behind her and when he got within reach, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips.

"Thank you, honey. You don't know how good that makes me feel."

"Umm, you smell good," he whispered. "Is he home?"

"Yes," she whispered back. "He's right inside so behave yourself."

"I don't know if I can do that," he smiled back at her and squeezed her bottom. 

"Umm, you feel good too."

They kissed again and their tongues slipped around each other's. He alternately sucked and released her tongue and she rewarded him with a low moan of pleasure. 

"Umm, you taste good too," he said. "I'm going to have to smell, taste and feel you all over tonight."

"Maybe, later. Let's eat, the pizza's on the table."

As Walt eased past her in the narrow doorway, he dropped one hand off of his crutch and felt her bottom. He searched with his fingers but could not find any panty, waist or leg band.

"Are you wearing a thong?" he whispered.

"No," she giggled.

"Are you naked under there?"

"You'll just have to wait and find out now, won't you?"



Bruises Ch. 15



Walt was excited after Peggy told him about his appointment at the hospital. Martin seemed pleased that things were finally moving along but he groused that he would have to borrow a van to take him there.

"I won't need a van this time," Walt told him. "I can walk on my crutches and when I come back, I'll have a new leg."

Peggy was afraid that Martin would want to drive down to the hospital with them and she waited with bated breath for him to say something. He seemed pleased that he would not have to go out of his way to take them and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"We'll have to leave in the morning," she reminded them. "It takes about six hours and we can check in after three o'clock."

"Why are you going down on Saturday if the appointment isn't until Monday," Martin asked.

"It's a long drive and the fitting and the physical therapy are going to take a lot of stamina on Walt's part. He should be able to get plenty of rest on Sunday."

"Mom, I'll be all right, I don't need to go early."

Peggy frowned across the table at her son. Shaking her head in warning, she let him know she wanted him to stop talking.

Walt looked at her for a moment and then his brain figured out that she was trying to arrange some time so that they could be alone with each other.

"On second thought," he said with a smile. "It might be a good idea. Thanks for thinking of me, mom."

They exchanged secret smiles and Peggy winked at him.

"When will you be back," Martin asked without looking up from his plate.

"Probably next Saturday, Walt answered. "If not, mom can come back and I'll get a bus or a ride back when they're finished with me."

He and Peggy exchanged glances and she mouthed, "Not a chance!"

I'll help you clean up, mom," Walt offered.

"Thanks, honey."

Martin went back to his chair and Peggy stood and moved to Walt's side.

"You almost ruined it, you jerk," she said and rubbed his head. "I like your new haircut too. There aren't many hairs left, are there?"

"You're the one who suggested it. How about your haircut," he challenged.

"Do you like it," she asked.

"I love it and I'm not kidding, mom. It makes you look twenty years younger. You could be my girlfriend."

"Haven't you noticed? I am your girlfriend."

Peggy laughed and began to move away but Walt ran his hand up under her dress and grabbed the inside of her thigh.

"Stop it," she hissed. "He's right in there."

"I know, that's what makes it more so exciting," he said and squeezed her thigh.

When she first felt his hand on her leg, she automatically reacted by clamping her thighs together to protect herself. Now, she spread her feet to open herself up to him. She dropped her chin to her chest and held her breath in anticipation as her son's hand stole up her leg.

A low moan escaped her lips when his fingers brushed her pubic hair. She held her breath and spread her legs a few more inches. He didn't move for a second or two until she clamped her fingers down on his shoulder to let him know she wanted more.

Walt looked up at her and smiled. Her face was tense and her eyelids drooped with suspense. Moving his hand up a little farther, he ran the backs of his fingers up and down between her lips. When she felt his touch, she tried to smile through her passion but it came out more like a hiss of air. Peggy's legs trembled and placing both hands on his shoulders, she lifted her foot and rested it on the edge of his chair. 

Walt cupped her sex and rhythmically squeezed and released it. Her hips involuntarily hunched towards his hand each time he repeated the touch. She was now almost pressing herself against him as he sat in the kitchen chair.

Moving his hand from between her legs, he grasped her buttock and squeezed. Peggy moaned and waited for him to touch her again. She thought he was going to touch her back there but instead he lifted her skirt and pulled it up and over his head. 

Slouching down in the chair, he held her buttocks with both hands and pressed his face against her. He nuzzled her pubic hair and then his tongue touched her sex, forcing a squeal of excitement from her. She raised herself on her tiptoe and spread her thighs as far apart as she could get them.

His tongue slid in between her already separated lips and licked upwards to caress her clitoris. 

"Oh, God, oh, honey," she grunted in a low voice and pulled his head tighter into her groin.

His tongue licked at it again and she felt him trying to capture it with his lips. She was too tall and she was trying to figure out how to change her position to allow him access when Martin's voice came from the family room.

"How long does it take to clean up the kitchen from a store-bought pizza?" he yelled. "C'mere, I want you to see what that jerk Bush is doing now."

Walt tried to hold onto her when she backed away from him but she shook her head and smoothing out her skirt, she walked towards Martin. She sat quietly on the sofa while he ranted for four or five minutes before he finally ran down. She waited a polite moment or two after he stopped then she excused herself by telling him she had to go to the bathroom.

Instead of going to the bathroom, she detoured to the kitchen where Walt had just completed putting the dishes into the dishwasher. He turned when he caught her out of the corner of his eye and leaning against the counter he started laughing at her.

"Hee, hee, hee," he pretended to laugh with his hand in front of his mouth. "What was so important?"

"Bush and Iraq again. What else?" she whispered.

Pushing him back against the sink, she leaned against him and holding his face with both hands, she kissed him.

"I'm going to kill you," she joked. "You make me crazy and I can't control myself around you anymore."

"So don't," he responded and grabbed her ass with both hands. "Can I go back under your skirt again?"

"No, sweetheart. Let's take it easy for now, OK? It's too dangerous."

He pulled her so tightly against his body that she couldn't breathe. 

"Did you like what I did?"

"Yes, you know I did," she gasped. "Easy, don't squeeze me so hard, you're hurting me."

"I'm sorry," he apologized and released her. 

Putting his mouth up next to her ear, he continued, "I'm going to eat you up."

"No one has done that to me since your father died," she whispered back. 

"Go back out and sit down, I'll be out in a minute," he told her and kissed her.

Peggy stopped in the powder room on the way back into the family room to wipe herself. She was soaking wet and when she lifted her skirt to wipe her thighs with toilet paper, she could smell her arousal.

"Good God, girl, you are a real slut," she said to her image in the mirror.

When Walt came back out into the room, he was wearing a pair of black silk boxers that she had bought for him. Swinging to the sofa, he laid his crutches down on the floor and plopped back into the seat.

"Where's your pants," she whispered. "He'll see you."

"He never pays any attention to me. He'll never know. Here hold this."

Peggy took the magazine he handed her and looked at it. Not realizing what he wanted, she raised her eyebrows in question.

"Pretend to read it, dummy," he laughed.

"Oh," she whispered back when she realized what he wanted her to do.

She opened it and pretended to look at the pages. Walt glanced over at Martin and slipping his arm behind her, he pulled her towards himself. 

Turning his body to face her, he stared into her eyes for a moment before whispering, "I love you, my Peggy Mom."

Closing her eyes, she let their lips barely touch in a gentle kiss. Opening them, she saw him looking towards Martin's chair.

"It's OK. I'll watch," he whispered and kissed her again.

Peggy hadn't enjoyed being kissed like this since she was in high school. She decided that Walt's father was not even as good a kisser as his son as she lost herself in his soft lips. He matched her movements and she knew in her heart that they were made to enjoy each other like this.

Her tongue came out and she licked the inside of his upper lip when she captured it with her mouth. She opened her eyes for a second and saw that he was glancing over at Martin to make sure he didn't see them.

The twinges in her belly were almost to the point of cramping and the moisture she had just patted dry from her pussy had returned. He slipped his hand around to her front and tugged the camisole strap down over her arm. She hunched her shoulders to let him pull the top down to expose her left breast to him.

"Watch," he whispered and dropped his head to kiss the upper slope of her breast. Cupping her breast with her hand, she offered it up to him and he kissed his way down over the rise until he could nibble at her nipple.

A gasp tore from her mouth when he pursed his lips and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She wanted to watch him but she knew she had to keep an eye towards Martin. 

His sucking continued and when he held her nipple between his lips and brushed his tongue over it, she felt herself gushing lubrication and she knew she was soaking her skirt. Squirming her bottom on the sofa she tried to quell the tingling that was rapidly becoming a throb between her legs. She needed to be touched or she would go mad. As if he had read her mind, her son's hand reached under her dress and rested on her thigh.

She immediately shifted so that her thighs were spread and he got the message and wasted no time moving his hand between her legs. 

"Oh, God," she whimpered quietly before she realized the danger. "Honey, honey, please stop. Not here."

Walt now had two fingers up inside of her and his thumb was nudging her clit back and forth. She was afraid that she would make a noise and alert Martin if they continued. Reluctantly, she clamped her legs together and pushed him away from her breast.

Covering her breast with her top, she got up from the sofa and tiptoed towards Martin's chair. Peering down over his shoulder she saw that he was asleep and carefully went back to Walt.

"Outside," she mouthed and pointed to the kitchen.

She handed his crutches to him and when he swung himself up from the sofa, his erection stuck out of the fly of his boxers. Peggy put her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh and pointed at it. Walt tried to stuff it back inside but it kept flopping out. Displaying his palms in frustration, he quietly walked out into the kitchen with his erection leading the way.

Peggy took one last look at Martin before she turned out the kitchen light on her way to the patio. At first she couldn't find him until he made a kissing noise to attract her. He was sitting on the wooden bench along the back wall of the house. 

"We'll be safe here. He can't see us back here unless he comes out the sliding door and then we'll hear him."

"I feel like a teenager sneaking around with my boyfriend so my parents won't catch us," she said. "Only I'm the parent."

"Stop thinking so much and kiss me again," he ordered and turning her around, he laid her down on the bench with her head in his lap.

She could taste his sweet saliva when he kissed her again. They laved each other's faces with their tongues and their hands moved constantly against every bit of bare flesh that they could find.

Her top ended up twisted down around her waist while his hands explored her breasts and her belly. She could feel his erection sticking out of the fly of his boxers and the squirming of her bare back against it elicited a moan.

"Sit on me," he said and helped her to stand up and face him.

Holding her waist, he helped her to straddle his lap with both feet behind the bench. Once she was settled, she hauled her skirt up from between them and settled down with her groin pressed on his erection.

At the first contact of their genitals, they both froze for a second before their lips met in another loving and sloppy kiss. Peggy had a fleeting thought that she should not have removed her diaphragm. She was afraid of the next step and she thought she could feel the same hesitation on the part of her son.

He lifted her by her bottom and helped her to rub her heat against his erection. They both felt the instant when her lips flowered and he was pressing against her most private place. With his help, she masturbated herself against him until he stopped her from moving and lifted her so that he could pierce her.

Walt looked at his mother for her approval of their joining in this final taboo but he didn't find it there. 

"Wait, wait," she whispered. "Not yet, not here. I'm not ready. Let me help you."

Getting herself up off of his lap, she knelt in the grass in front of the bench and took his erection in both of her hands. Her face glowed in the dim light as she looked up at him. Pulling his erection towards her, she pursed her lips and kissed the head. 

Walt jerked as if he received an electrical shock.

"Mom," he whispered. "Oh, God, mom."

"I love you," she whispered back and lowering her head, she extended her tongue and swiped it up under his glans and swirled it around the head.

Walt jerked again and moaned at her touch. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and held onto her while she licked and kissed all around the head and ridge of his erection.

"Mom, it's going to happen," he told her. "I can't hold it back."

"Don't," she said and engulfed his erection in her sucking mouth.

It all happened so fast that she was not prepared for the flood of semen that filled her mouth. Trapping his cock between her lips she continued to massage his glans with her tongue while sucking on it and fondling his balls with her hands.

A series of grunts and moans told her that her son was enjoying the ultimate pleasure and that she was the one who gifted him with it. He finally calmed down and tried to pull her mouth off of his sensitive organ. She raised her eyes and looked into his as she tilted her head back and opening her mouth she showed him his essence that she had taken from him. She tried to smile but it started trickling out of the corner of her mouth so she closed her lips and swallowed.

"Oh, Peggy Mom," he uttered and groaned again when she licked around her lips and swallowed a second time.

Peggy gave his softening erection one last kiss and tucked it back inside of his boxers before sitting next to him. He turned and pulled her towards him with such force that he made here gasp.

"I love you, I love you," he said and kissed her. 

He could taste himself on her and she could feel his tongue searching her mouth for more. 

"You make me crazy," she whispered. "I'm going nuts. I've never acted like this before. What am I going to do with you?"

"You're going to make love to me and I'm going to make love to you, that's what you're going to do with me, my Peggy Mom."

"I get chills every time you call me that," she said and snuggled up to him. "I'll have to change my name."

"My turn," he said and sliding off of the bench he sat on the grass in front of her.

"What?"

"My turn."

"Wait, honey. You're going to hurt your leg."

"I'm OK. Slide forward a little bit."

Peggy scooted her bottom forward on the bench until it was hanging over the edge. 

"Let's get these off," he said and slipped her sandals off of her feet.

Walt looked up at her and, with a big grin on his face, he lifted her skirt and kissed his way up her thigh.

Her legs spread of their own accord as she felt his hands and his lips touching her under the skirt covering his head. Lifting her legs, he placed them over his shoulders and wrapped his hands around her butt. 

Peggy could feel him blowing cool air on her wet pussy and she instinctively contracted her muscles to close her opening. His mouth soon replaced the breeze as he explored her with his tongue. She could visualize what he was doing under there and she leaned back against the side of the house and allowed him to pleasure her.

Her mind went back to Walt's father and how good he was at doing what his son seemed to also enjoy. Martin had refused to do that and she missed the intimacy of the act. Raising her legs, she placed her feet on his shoulders and held his head through the fabric of her dress.

She had wanted this and she knew it would eventually come but she didn't expect it to happen out in the cool night air. Her thighs pressed and released the sides of his head as he licked and sucked her to a near orgasm before he stopped. 

"Uh, uh, don't stop," she hissed. "Please."

"Umm, good. Just tasting you," he said from under the covering. "I like it and I want more."

He resumed his ministrations and as she climbed higher and higher towards her climax she slid farther down off of the seat. Soon only her shoulders pressed against the side of the house and her lower back were supporting her. She pulled herself tightly against his face and kicked her heels against his back.

Suddenly her body tensed into a rigid mass. Walt could feel it and he held still for a few seconds before sucking her little bud into his mouth and teasing the underside with his tongue.

"Oh, sweet, Jesus. Oh, God. Oh, honey, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she groaned and clamped her thighs so tightly against his head that the only thing he could hear was the rapid beating of her pulse against his ears.

He held her while she came down from her peak and tantalized her with gentle licks that caused her body to jerk each time he touched her. Sitting up on the ground, he pulled his head out from under her skirt and looked up at her.

She was trying to maintain her perilous position on the edge of the seat but she was slowly sliding down onto the grass. As she lost her final hold on the bench, her eyes opened wide in surprise and they stared at each other while she slowly slid down onto the ground.

They both broke out into loud laughter at their position. She was sitting on the ground with her legs up over his shoulders and her dress tangled around her waist. His erection was back and it was sticking out of the front of his boxers. He balanced himself on his good knee and holding his erection he leaned forward to insert it into her.

"No, not tonight," she said and covered herself with her hand. "Let's save it for a special time, OK?"

Leaning forward he kissed her and she tasted herself on his mouth. 

"OK, Peggy Mom, OK."



Bruises Ch. 16



Martin was still asleep when Peggy walked into the kitchen and found Walt sitting at the table. He was drinking a glass of milk and reading the morning paper. 

"Anything new on this beautiful Saturday morning?" she asked and kissed him on the head.

Walt put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side.

He pointed to the newspaper and said, "Yep, right here it says that Peggy Mom is more beautiful than a Saturday morning in the summertime."

"You're something else," she said and slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "I don't believe you but I accept all compliments."

"Believe me, Peggy Mom, to me you are," he said and tried to bite her on the butt before she twisted away. "What time are we leaving?"

It was nearly ten o'clock by the time they got everything together and packed in her car. Martin was awake but he didn't offer to help them. Walt questioned her need for a clothing bag since they probably wouldn't be going anywhere but she dismissed his questions and hung it on the rack in the car. He tried to help carry some stuff out but it was too much trouble for him and Peggy was afraid he would trip and fall down the front steps.

Martin only grunted when she declared that they were leaving.

"Why do you act like that?" she asked with tears in her eyes and in her voice. "What have I ever done to you to make you treat me like you do?"

Marin ignored her question.

"See you when you get back," he said and walked out into the kitchen.

Peggy leaned against the doorframe and watched him walk out of the room. Drying her tears with a tissue, she gathered her purse and sweater and left the house. 

"What's wrong, mom?" Walt asked when she sat down and rested her forehead on the wheel.

"It's OK, honey," she said. "Don't worry about it. I'll be OK."

"It was him again, wasn't it?"

"Yes, I give up," she declared and started the car.

"Seat belt, mom," Walt reminded her.

Peggy sat staring out of the windshield for a moment before turning to Walt with a determined look on her face.

"I'll be right back," she said.

"Do you want me to go with you?" he asked.

"No, I'll be right back. You stay here."

Martin was nowhere in sight when she reentered the house. Going to their bedroom she opened her dresser drawer and took out her old jewelry box. She opened it and removed a little velvet bag before replacing the box in the drawer. Removing her commitment ring, she put it in the cut glass jewelry bowl on the top of her dresser and went back out to the car.

"What's that," Walt asked when she put the bag into her purse.

"Just something I will need later," she replied and smiled at him. "Ready? Let's go."

Walt dozed as she sped down the interstate. She glanced over at him and saw that he was sleeping peacefully. Her thoughts went to their relationship and she felt a shudder of passion when she remembered the previous night.

She was in love with her son and she didn't know what to do about it. It was so wrong on so many fronts that she couldn't rationalize what they were doing based on society's rules. On the other hand, it was so right from a personal standpoint that society's rules did not apply.

"Is it just the sex?" she asked aloud. 

Glancing over at her son she studied his face for a moment before returning her eyes to the road. In that split second, her body responded and she could feel her labia tingling with a new flow of blood.

"What's going to happen?" she thought. "Where are we going with this?"

Once again, her memory returned to the previous night and the vision of his head underneath her skirt. She clenched her thighs together as she recalled the feeling of his mouth on her.

"I've got to stop this," she declared to herself. "I'm the parent here and he is still my child. I have to find a way to stop this before we end in a disaster."

Even as she silently voiced her promise she knew she was lying to herself. In fact, she was already thinking ahead to their stay in the hotel. She had planned to seduce him or to let him seduce her to the point where they would have actual sex. 

Her diaphragm was in her cosmetic bag and she planned to use it either tonight or tomorrow. The thought of them being able to lie naked together sent another wave of tingles up and down her body. 

"Maybe just one more time, one more night," she said.

"What was that, mom?" Walt asked. "One more time?"

His voice startled her and she looked over at him. He was taking a sip of water and their eyes met. 

Thinking fast she said, "One more time down this road. Maybe this will be the last time we have to go to the hospital."

"Maybe, mom, maybe," he said and slid over next to her.

"I love you, Peggy Mom," he said and kissed her on the cheek. "Let's stop in the next rest stop and make out."

"Stop it," she giggled and pushed him away. "You'll wreck us if you keep that up."

"I'll bet I can make you wet," he challenged and put his hand on her thigh.

"Stop that, I said, and I mean it."

"Stop what?" he asked and moved his hand upwards.

"You know what I mean. I'm your mother, now stop it."

"And I'm your son and I love you," he retorted and his fingers touched her wet panties.

Peggy squirmed in the seat and tried to concentrate on her driving.

"I told you I could make you wet," he laughed.

"I have to pee," she said.

"That doesn't feel like pee to me," he disputed and raised his hand to his face. "It doesn't smell or taste like it either."

"Well, I do have to pee and I'm going to stop at the next rest stop. Now move over to your own side and put your seat belt back on before we get a ticket."

Walt refused to let Peggy park in a handicapped spot so she parked a dozen or so spaces down. After she turned off the engine, he took her arm and gently urged her to slide across the seat to his side. Her skirt dragged on the cloth seat and he could see her white panties as she tried to untwist it. He reached for them but she quickly closed her legs.

"You're bad," she said and slapped his hand. "We have to stop this."

"How about we stop tomorrow," he joked. "I want you right now and I can't wait."

"Well, you're going to have to, it's too public here."

His face was only inches away from her before she gave in and closing her eyes she wet her lips in preparation for a kiss. Their lips had barely touched when she felt his hand back on the inside of her thigh. Sighing into his mouth, she spread her legs to let him touch her place. 

A soft moan escaped her lips when his fingers gently traced her lips through her panties. She hunched up against him before she remembered where they were.

"Stop," she said and pulled her skirt down over her thighs. "Now, stop it." 

Walt grinned and gave her a peck on the lips before opening his door. 

Several people glanced at them as they walked side-by-side up the sidewalk to the rest rooms but one man came over to them and stood in their path. 

"Good afternoon," he said and raising his arm, he saluted Walt.

"Thank you for serving, Marine," he said. "They won't let me back into the Corps. I'm too old."

"Thank you," Walt replied. "How did you know I'm a Marine?"

"We can spot each other anywhere. I guess it's how we carry ourselves. Anyway, thanks for taking care of my country since they won't let me do it anymore."

"It's my turn now," Walt told him and shook his hand.

"Where you headed?" the man asked.

"Walter Reed for my new leg," Walt replied and stuck his stump out for emphasis.

"Those new legs are great, my son has one. You and your wife will be dancing in no time."

"Oh, she's,"

"Thank you, I'm sure we will," Peggy replied and squeezed his arm against her side.

They were a few steps away from the stranger when Walt looked at her and asked, "Mom?"

"Shush," she smiled at him and squeezed him again. "Now, let me go pee."

Peggy was talking on her cell phone when Walt got back to the car. 

"That will be fine," she said into the phone. "We'll be there in a few hours. Thank you, bye."

"Who was that?" Walt asked.

"A hotel, I changed our reservation," she responded.

"Why? Didn't we have one?"

"Yes, but I think we're going to need a different one," she giggled and blushed. "By the way, we'll have to get you one of those left hand gas pedal thingys so I don't have to do all of the driving."

"I don't mind you driving," he laughed and reaching over he cuddled her breast. "It leaves my hands free for more important things."

"Be good. I'm trying to drive.



Bruises Ch. 17



"This isn't a motel," Walt said when they pulled up to the Hay-Adams Hotel in downtown Washington, D.C.

"That's right," she laughed. "I want to be pampered this week."

"This must cost a fortune, won't Martin get upset?"

"I've got my own money," she said. "I have a private stash for special things and I want this week to be special."

The valet took the car after a bellhop removed the luggage and Walt followed his mother to the desk and arrived just as she gave the clerk their names.

"Ah, yes. Here it is, Sgt. and Mrs. Walter Ridgeway. Is that right?"

"Yes, it is," she said and grinned at Walt's astonished face.

"Welcome," the clerk said and passed the forms across the counter.

"Here, sweetheart," she said. "Will you take care of this please?"

Walt scanned the registration form and quickly signed his name.

"Here are your keycards, will there be anything else, Sergeant?"

"No, that will be all. Thank you."

Picking up her purse, she led the way to the elevators and waited for a car.

"You're something else," Walt said in a low voice. "Sgt. and Mrs. Ridgeway, indeed. My Peggy Mom amazes me more each day."

They waited for several people to exit the car before getting on and pushing the button for their floor.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," she laughed and presented him with a big, sloppy kiss on the lips.

When they arrived at their room, the bellhop was waiting for them with the clothing bag hanging in the closest and their suitcases on the stand.

"Anything else, sir?" he asked.

"No, that's all, thank you."

Felling generous, Walt pulled a ten-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Thank you, sir," the bellhop responded. "If you and the Mrs. need anything, just ring."

"The Mrs.?" Walt laughed after the bellhop left the room. "Does everyone think you're my wife?"

"Yep," she grinned. "Look in the other room."

The bed looked like a four-poster and was dressed in white with hearts and cupids on the pillows. A basket of goodies with a champagne bottle sticking up out of it sat on a little table. Moving to the bathroom, Walt saw a hot tub big enough for two people to enjoy.

Peggy stood behind him and when he turned she had the biggest grin on her face that he had ever seen.

"Is this the honeymoon suite?" he asked.

"It sure is, and it's all ours."

Walt reached out for her but she skipped back and waggled her finger at him. 

"Uh, uh. Not yet. If I let you touch me, we'll never make it to dinner."

"Dinner? Where are we going to dinner?"

"You'll see, now go and take a shower. I'll use the other bathroom and I'll unpack our clothes."

Walt was pleased to find that the hotel, obviously because Peggy had ordered it, had placed a seat in the bathtub. When he got out of the shower he found that his mother had set his toilet articles along with a pair of his new white boxers and a tee shirt on the vanity. After shaving and dressing in his underwear, he went out into the bedroom and found his dress blues hanging on the clothes rack. 

"Mom," he breathed and a tear formed in his eye. "You're the most special person in the whole world."

She had already pinned up his pants leg and after he dressed, he stood and looked at himself in the mirror. 

"Not bad for a one-legged Marine," he said to his reflection as he balanced with one crutch.

"I think you look pretty sexy, Marine," her voice came from behind him.

Peggy moved a step to the side so her son could see her in the mirror.

"Holy shit, mom. You look like a bride."

"Thank you, son. I feel like one," she stood next to him and posed with her hand on her hip.

"Where did you get that dress?"

"You like?"

"I love."

"It's the dress I wore when your father and I renewed our vows on our tenth wedding anniversary. This is the first time I've worn it since then."

Walt turned and studied her. His eyes took in her white nylons and satin shoes before moving up over the ivory colored, satin princess-line dress. A hint of cleavage showed between the lapels of the short-sleeved jacket she wore to cover her bare shoulders. Pearl earrings and a matching necklace completed her outfit.

Peggy clasped his hand that he reached out to her and took a step towards him. Her heels brought her up to almost eye level with him. 

"I love you, Peggy Mom," he said in a husky voice that was full of emotion. "Oh, God, do I love you."

His mother's lips moved but no sound came out of her emotionally choked throat. She smiled and touched a tear that formed in the corner of her eye. 

Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward and lightly brushed her lipsticked lips against his. He tried to follow her lips when she moved away but she touched her hand to his chest to hold him back.

"Sorry, Sergeant. You'll mess up my makeup," she smiled. "Later, OK?"

He nodded in agreement. Reaching up, she removed his hat and carefully placed it on a chair.

"I have something for us," she said. "If you don't want it, I'll understand."

"For us?"

"Yes," she whispered and held up the velvet pouch that she had retrieved from her jewelry box.

Opening it, she shook it into the palm of her hand and displayed three rings. Walt looked at them and then looked up at her with his eyebrows raised in question.

"This is my engagement ring and the wedding rings that your father and I wore while we were married. I took his off of him before he was buried. I would like us to wear them when I'm with you."

Tears welled up in Walt's eyes as he took the engagement ring from her hand, kissed it, and slipped it onto the ring finger of her left hand. Choosing her wedding ring, he repeated the kiss, slipped it on the same finger and held her hand up for inspection.

"Yes, I would like that," he said.

Peggy held his hand and fitted his father's wedding ring onto his finger and holding his hand to her lips, she kissed it. It fit perfectly and he held it up in front of him.

"I will," he answered to the unspoken question. "I will, Peggy Mom."

"And, I will," she answered. "I will."

Forgetting her makeup, they came together in a long kiss. It was the kiss of two lovers promising their devotion to each other.

"Wow!" she said when she stepped back with a flushed face. "Wow! I feel like a newlywed."

"You are," he declared. "You are my wife and I want you."

The telephone rang as he pulled her back into his arms. 

"Let it ring," he instructed.

"No, we have to answer it. I know it's important. Here," she handed him the telephone.

"I don't believe you," he smiled and shook his head in amazement as he hung up the handset. "Fix your lipstick, my wife, our chariot awaits."



Bruises Ch. 18



It was after ten o'clock that evening by the time the "newlyweds" arrived back at their hotel. They had enjoyed a perfect evening starting with a limousine ride that included champagne. At the restaurant they were served a delicious meal by an attentive wait staff. Once the restaurant staff discovered that they were newlyweds, they fell over themselves giving them the best service possible.

One of the waiters recognized his Silver Star and Purple Heart medals. When the word got around to the staff, the Maitre d' formally introduced them to the rest of the diners at the normally staid restaurant. He announced that they were in the presence of Purple Heart and Silver Star recipient, Sgt. Walter Ridgeway and his new wife, Peggy. Peggy denied any connection with that part of the evening and she was as embarrassed as Walt was at the attention. The other diner's demanded a kiss by tapping on their wine glasses with their silverware and followed it with a toast to the new couple.

The greatest surprise of all came when Walt attempted to pay the bill and he was informed that another diner, who did not want to be identified, had already paid it. He added a hefty tip and to top off the evening, he and Peggy received a round of applause as they left the restaurant.

They were still glowing with the attention when they arrived back at their hotel. Once inside their room, they wrapped their arms around each other and hugged and kissed for several minutes.

"I'm going to go in and change. Why don't you change out here. You can use this bathroom. OK?"

Walt agreed and Peggy disappeared for a few minutes before she came back out and handed him a pair of white, silk boxers and matching tank top. 

"Wear these, please," she told him and closed the door to the bedroom.

Peggy took a quick shower and redid her makeup. She prepared her diaphragm and paused for a second before inserting it into her vagina. This was it! She was making a commitment to have sexual intercourse with her son. She caught her image in the bathroom mirror and she stared at it for a moment. 

Her mind was made up in that instant and she gave a little nod to her reflection and smiled. The diaphragm went in easily and she checked to make sure it was secure before pulling on her panties and continuing to dress.

Walt would have paced if he didn't need his crutches so he chose to sit impatiently on the edge of the sofa and wait for his mother to return. It seemed like an hour but it was really only fifteen minutes before Peggy cracked the door open and invited him into the bedroom.

He stood in the doorway and looked at a vision that took his breath away. His mother-wife greeted him dressed in a knee-length, white gossamer gown. A dozen candles suffused the room with light and he could smell her perfume floating in the air.

She covered the few steps between them in her white heels and stockings and stood in front of him. 

"Hello, my husband," she whispered. "Please come in and make love to me."

They were so anxious to finally experience each other's full nudity that their clothes did not remain on their bodies for long. Walt looked in awe at his mother's breasts exposed to him in their entirety. He smoothed his hand over her belly and traced the fine line of hair from her belly button down through her pubic hair. 

After kissing her everywhere from her head to her belly button, he shifted in an attempt to slide down on the bed but she stopped him. 

"Me first," she said and pulled him back up onto the pillow. 

It was her turn to explore him and her kisses and touches exceeded his in their gentleness and adoration. She tenderly kissed each scar on his body and lovingly removed the sock covering his stump so she could give it the same attention.

When she finished, they lay on their sides with their lips barely touching, inhaling each other's breath and tasting each other's flavors. 

Peggy could feel his erection coating her belly with his fluid. Moving herself up higher on the bed, she lifted her thigh and captured him between her legs. He gasped at the wonder of her heat entrapping him and her moisture enhanced the sensations flooding his body.

"It's time," she whispered into his mouth and kissed him.

"And, I'm here, just as I promised," he whispered back.

Rolling onto her back she waited as he positioned himself over her. Her thighs touched his and she pulled her legs back to open herself to him. He needed no guidance as he slowly lowered himself and his erection found its own way between her lips.

They both let out a whoosh of air at the first touch and placing her feet flat on the bed she lifted herself to him. Their eyes gazed into each other's.

"Now," she whispered and their bodies became one again. 

"I love you, Peggy Mom," he said into her ear.

Their coupled bodies remained still with only their chests heaving against each and their breath murmuring in their ears. He could feel her soft breasts pressing against his skin and she was lost in the sensation of his body finally resting between her thighs.

"This is where you belong," she declared. "This is what I've been missing."

Unable to hold still any longer, Walt pulled himself slowly out of her sex and held himself with only his tip inside of her clenching opening. When she raised her legs the whisper of silk against his body sent chills through them. Clasping them around his waist she slowly pulled him back down into her center using her heels against his buttocks.

Their lovemaking was slow and gentle. There were no sounds of slapping flesh or screaming lust. They moved in a tender rhythm, like the swells on an ocean, until they could no longer resist their mutual need for release.

"I'm cumming, my darling," she said with her mouth against his lips. "I'm cumming and it's so beautiful."

They held their bodies tightly against each other, afraid to move too much lest they lose one iota of contact. Walt's head swam with the sensations of every one of his nerve endings seeking out the warmth of his mother's willing flesh. They became one, both inside and out, physically and spiritually. At their moment of climax, Walt groaned his release when he delivered his semen into her welcoming body and Peggy's ears roared with her blood pounding through her head. Her legs and arms were locked around him and she could not hear her own whimpering as her body accepted his offering and rewarded him with her own fulfillment. 

Soon, the only sound in the room was their breathing as they fought to regain their breath. Walt felt her legs start to relax and he took as much of his weight off her as he could manage. 

Unable to hold himself up with only one leg, he rolled their coupled bodies onto their sides and looked into her eyes. She was crying and the tears poured down her cheeks and over her nose. Licking the salty liquid off of her face, he smiled at his mother.

"Where do we go from here?" she asked. "What will we do?"

"We belong with each other and we will find a way. I love you, Peggy Mom."



Bruises Ch. 19-20



Chapter 19

Peggy woke early on Sunday morning to Walt's soft snores. She lay quietly while she contemplated what they had done. Searching her mind for any sign of guilt or remorse she smiled a self-satisfied smile when she could find nothing but happiness.

She felt much as she had when she and his father spent their first night together after their marriage. She ached like a newlywed would ache. Her thighs hurt from her legs being spread wide and her body had a pleasurable ache from the unusual positions that they had twisted themselves into.

Their initial coupling had been one of pure and gentle love and once they had recovered they found themselves unable to stop their lovemaking. They tried everything that she had ever heard of and some things that were not in any books.

Walt's leg prevented them from doing it in a true "doggy style" so they looked for a different way. They found that if she lay on her side he could enter her from behind and achieve the same access and penetration as if they were kneeling.

Sighing softly, she eased herself out of the bed and went into the bathroom to relieve her full bladder. Sitting on the toilet, she examined herself and found her mound slightly swollen and tender to her touch. 

After carefully patting herself dry with a pad of tissue, she removed her diaphragm and tried to think ahead as to where their new relationship would take them. As soon as her thoughts turned that way, Martin's presence intruded on her happiness and she felt a bit of nagging guilt at her actions.

The hot shower eased her aches and allowed her to focus a little on how she would handle the issue.

"It's more than an issue," she said into the water cascading down over her face. 

She had to face him sooner or later without him finding out what she and Walt had done. They could continue to hide their love for each other but sooner or later they would be exposed and their new world would come to an end.

Tears flowed from her eyes and mixed with the water running down her face. Her mind wasn't working properly and she felt like she would faint from the thoughts that she could lose Walt. 

A shadow fell across the translucent shower curtain and turning her head she could see the outline of Walt leaning on his crutches. All thoughts of Martin and any future problems left her. 

Filling her mouth with water, she stuck her head out from the edge of the curtain. Walt looked with concern at her face fixed in an evil grin an instant before she squirted a mouthful of water at him. Giggling fiercely, she pulled back behind the curtain and was filling her mouth with more water when he yanked the curtain open and reaching in with one hand he clamped it over her mouth.

"Wench!" he declared and lifting his crutch, he spanked her on the ass.

Still giggling, Peggy spurted another mouthful of water at him and tried to grab his crutch before she realized that he might fall if she did get it. 

Giving up, she backed away.

"C'mon in, the water's fine," she invited.

Walt put one crutch down and lifted the shower chair into the tub with her help. She moved to the side to allow him to maneuver his body into the tub and took his crutch from him so that he could lever himself down onto the seat.

"I hope all of that water doesn't leak down into the room below us," she said indicating the pool of water flooding the bathroom floor. "They'll kick us out of here if it does."

Pulling the shower curtain back into place she bent over to tuck it inside of the tub. She let out with a shriek when the touch of Walt's fingers between her cheeks almost sent her tumbling out of the tub. Catching herself she stood up and turning around she grabbed his hand and held it.

"We're going to get hurt fooling around like this in here," she admonished him. 

"You sound like my mother," he grinned and grabbing her he pulled her down onto his lap.

Tilting her head back so that they were cheek-to-cheek, she murmured, "I am, remember?"

"How can I forget," he answered. "I don't think I could ever love anyone as much as I love you. I can't keep my hands off of you."

Peggy relaxed against him and let herself succumb to the sensuous feeling of their wet bodies sliding against each other. The hot water of the shower rained down on them and she closed her eyes and relaxed.

"I have to pee!" he suddenly declared. "I came in here to pee and you interrupted me."

A naughty thrill coursed through her body. 

"Go ahead. I won't tell anyone you peed in the shower," she laughed.

"I can't with you sitting on me."

"Sure you can. Here I'll even hold it for you," she said and sitting up she grasped his half-hard erection in her hand.

Walt tried not to think about her hand holding him because he knew that if he got any harder he would never be able to relieve himself.

"Relax, relax," she said in a soothing voice. "Let it come."

Walt closed his eyes and let the sound of the water and his need to relieve himself take over his body. It worked and he could feel his sphincter muscle relax and his stream start.

Peggy giggled when the first dribbles came out of the end of his cock. Looking down at him sticking out from between her legs, she felt the tube underneath it fill with fluid and flow past her fingertips. She let out a little yelp when the pressure forced his urine out of his opening and it surged out in a hard stream.

"It looks like I'm peeing. This is fun," she laughed and aimed the stream around the walls of the tub.

She was now giggling like a schoolgirl and she soon got Walt laughing with her. The weight of her sitting on his bladder forced his stream to reach high on the walls. Soon the pressure eased and the last few spurts came out with each one getting weaker and weaker. 

"Shake it off," he ordered. 

"Like this?" she said and flipped it up and down between her fingers.

"Easy there. Don't break it. If you hurt it I won't be able to use it to make you happy."

"You can make me happy without using this, you know."

"My tongue's all tired out. You're out of luck," he threatened.

"I didn't mean that," she said and slapped his thigh. "I meant just being around you makes me happy."

"Then let's get washed and dried so I can make you happy all over."

"Honey," she said as she relaxed against him again. "I'm real sore down there. I don't think we'd better do anything for a while. I'm sorry. OK"

"No problem, we have lots of time. Let's wash."

Chapter 20

Rather than going out for breakfast they called room service and had it sent up. Peggy arranged the chairs so that they could look out of the open windows and let the warm summer breeze come into their room while they ate.

Walt sat at the table but when Peggy went to sit down she groaned and a look of pain crossed her face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm sore," she laughed and gently rubbed herself. "I'm not used to all of what we did last night."

Pulling a pillow off of the bed she arranged it on the chair and gingerly sat down on it.

"That's better," she sighed. 

"Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" he said with an evil grin on his face. 

Peggy felt a twinge in her groin that was not a pain at his offer.

"Maybe later," she whispered with her eyes down. "You're embarrassing me."

"How can you be embarrassed after what we've done?"

"I don't know. Sometimes I just am."

Room service knocking at the door interrupted them and when the waiter left they attacked their food like they hadn't eaten in a week.

"I'm starved," Peggy commented. "Too much exercise last night, I guess."

"Never too much," Walt laughed.

Walt was almost finished when Peggy leaned back in her chair with a concerned look on her face.

"Baby?" she said.

"Yes?" he answered with a wondering tone. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing really, but I'm going to have to call Martin and let him know where we are. I don't know if he'll even worry or not but I feel I have to do it. OK?"

"Sure. I understand. Do you want to call him from the other room?"

"No! I didn't mean it that way. I'll call him on my cell."

Peggy let the phone ring until the voice mail picked up. She left a message telling him that they had arrived safely and she would let him know when they were coming home. She left the hotel number in case he couldn't get her on her cell.

She felt better after taking care of that little chore but at the same time, she was hoping he would not call her for any reason. Taking the tray full of dishes out into the hall, she left it alongside of the door for housekeeping to pick up. Placing the "Do Not Disturb" card on the door handle she locked the door and went into the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Walt asked.

"I have to poop," she said. "You stay out here. I need privacy."

"OK," he laughed. "I'll brush my teeth and shave in the other one."

Walt was lying on the bed when she came out of the bathroom. She had brushed her hair and put on a little makeup.

"C'mere," he ordered and patted the bed beside him.

"I'm sore," she reminded him. "Be careful, OK?"

"What makes you think I'm going to do anything?" he grinned.

"Because I can see your thing sticking up under your robe," she said and squeezed his erection.

"My thing?" he said. 

"Yes, your thing. Don't make fun of me. It's just the way I am."

"I love you the way you are," he husked and pulled her into an embrace.

They kissed while lying on their sides and Walt's hands started to roam. He unbelted her robe and helped her to get if off of her shoulders exposing her nude body for him to play with.

Peggy lay back and let him pleasure her. His lips on her breasts drove her wild and when he gently suckled her nipple she held it up for him. It gave her a feeling of being wanted and needed every time he did that to her.

She needed no urging and willingly opened her legs when his fingers meandered down over her belly and played with her pubic hair. He gently caressed her lips already swollen with passion but he did not try to enter her.

"Remember, I'm sore," she reminded him.

"Right here?" he asked and ran his finger up and down her labia.

"Yes," she responded.

"Here?" he asked again and squeezed her lips together with his fingers.

"Yes," she moaned and despite the pain, she raised her pelvis up to his hand.

"Here?" he asked and rubbed her protruding clitoris with the pad of his finger.

"No," she wailed and arched her back up off of the bed.

"Do you want me to kiss it?" he teased her.

"Oh, God! Yes, yes," she begged.

"Come up here," he said and tugged on her hips.

Peggy moved to turn around and straddle his face but he pulled and positioned her so that she was sitting on his belly facing him.

"Up here," he indicated and holding her steady he moved to slide his face down between her legs.

"I've never done this," Peggy said when she understood what he wanted her to do.

"I'm glad I'm the first," he said as he settled her against him.

Peggy leaned forward and looking down she could see herself covering him. She couldn't see what he was doing but she could trace every movement of his lips and tongue in her mind.

He gently laved her lips and inserted his tongue between them. There was no discomfort and the sensations were starting to overwhelm her. Moving his mouth up, he captured her clitoris between his lips and gently sucked on it. 

Peggy moaned and held onto the headboard of the bed to keep from falling down onto the pillows. She tried to hold herself up off of his face but his hands on her hips kept her pressed against him.

His suckling movements were like the one's he used on her nipples and she was soon moving herself in little hunches on his mouth. She lost it completely when his tongue came up and massaged her while he continued to suckle.

Walt felt a flood of liquid come out and drip down over her chin when she let out with what sounded like a howl. He grinned through his ministrations in the knowledge that he was giving her something that she had never experienced before.

Peggy finally rolled off of him when she got so sensitive she couldn't stand for him to touch her anymore. She collapsed onto her belly on the bed next to him and squirmed her body against him. 

The feeling of her soft, warm flesh writhing against him in pleasure gave him more satisfaction than he had ever felt. 

Walt waited for her breathing to settle down.

"Well?" he asked.

Lifting her head she looked at him with a quizzical look.

"Well?" he repeated.

"What?" she asked and kissed his cheek.

"Since I'm number five, how do I compare?"

"Number five?" she asked.

"You told me you had four lovers before me. I'm number five. How do I compare?"

"Ohh," she said when she understood what he meant. 

Snuggling up to him she kissed him again.

"You may think you're number five but in my mind you're definitely my number one and my last one."

"Does this hurt?" she asked and captured his erection in her hand.

"Yes," he replied. "Please kiss it and make it better."

"My pleasure," she replied and kissed little kisses down over his chest and onto his stomach.

Crawling down between his legs, she carefully studied his genitals for a few moments. 

"Everything OK down there?" he asked. "Anything wrong?"

"No, everything's perfect," she replied and cradling his balls in her hand she used the other one to hold him up to her lips.

Walt groaned and jerked when she kissed and licked up over the glans before capturing the very tip in her lips. She tried to insert her tongue into his opening and that sent him into another round of jerking and moaning.

This was the first time she had really had the opportunity to carefully look at him and she used her lips and tongue to help with her examination. She was surprised to find that he had very little hair on his penis and on his testicles and when she sucked one into her mouth it felt smooth and silky.

Walt was holding her head and trying to get her to put him in her mouth but she resisted as she played with him. His pre-cum was flowing out of him like a fountain and she relished the sweet taste of it. Finally succumbing to his needs, she pursed her lips and kissed the very tip before consuming him with gentle, nibbling motions that drew him a touch deeper into her mouth each time she sucked. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him grabbing handfuls of the bed sheets. Looking up she watched as his face twisted into a passionate grimace. He was starting to buck against her and rising up on her knees she supported her body with her hands on both sides of his thighs.

Walt's eyes opened and he looked down at her. Their eyes met and she smiled around her mouthful of his maleness. Keeping her eyes locked on his she brought her mouth up to his crown and mimicked the suckling motion he used on her nipples.

His eyes rolled up into his head for a moment before he arched his back and pushed himself up off of the bed.

"Oh, God! I'm cumming, Peggy Mom, I'm cumming!"

Peggy's heart lurched at the use of his name for her and she increased the suction with her mouth. Her tongue felt the surge of his semen as it flowed up the tube in the bottom of his penis and she tasted his essence as he filled her mouth with jet after jet of his love for her.

She continued to pleasure him until he could no longer stand the sensations and he pleaded with her to lift off of him with his hands on her cheeks. Kneeling up between his legs, she smiled with a closed mouth and swallowed what he had given her. 

It was several hours later when she awoke from her nap. She had fallen asleep with her leg up and over his stump and her head nestled into the crook of his neck. He didn't move when she disentangled herself and slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom. 

The flash of her rings caught her eye when she wiped herself after peeing and her thoughts went to what they were going to do about Martin. She couldn't see them continuing with their sneaking around now that they had experienced each other as a true husband and wife.

Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, she stepped into the shower and made plans for the rest of their day.



Bruises Ch. 21-22



Chapter 21

The doctors and the staff at Walter Reed were impressed with Walt's progress. The prosthesis fit perfectly on the first try and he quickly learned how to work with it. It was still tough going and he had to be ordered to leave the physical therapy unit on the first day. He was overdoing it and they were afraid he would be too sore to continue their regular regime.

Since they were in a new unit of the hospital with a different staff, no one questioned Peggy's role when she was introduced as his wife. She stood by and watched and encouraged him as he struggled to work with his new leg. She cried when he succeeded in taking his first few steps while barely holding on to the parallel bars for balance. 

His look of frustration and his determination to continue each time he stumbled and recovered only strengthened her love for him. As his mother, she wanted to take him in her arms and protect him but as his wife she wanted to see him work through his pain. 

Each night she massaged his stump and kept the moist hot pads replenished in their hotel room. No matter how tired and sore he appeared to be, he insisted that they make love. He told her he didn't want to waste a moment of their time together.

Peggy lay beside her exhausted husband-son and looked back on their last few weeks together. There was no way that she could have ever predicted the chain of events that would lead to them being where they were today.

Their first night together, their honeymoon night as they called it, banished all thoughts of any guilt or remorse for their relationship. At one point in their long night of passionate lovemaking she thought she was making love to his father. The moment passed and she was left with the peaceful feeling that he approved and that this is what he would have wanted. 

She had never felt the level of fulfillment and pure joy that she experienced each time they came together. Their bodies melded so perfectly that they barely had to move once they were coupled. Their lovemaking was tender in all ways with much giggling and fooling around.

She remembered the time when he convinced her that she should be on top of him facing the other way. She had never done it that way before and she was hesitant to show her butt to him. Once she started riding him she found that he touched the insides of her in places that she had never known were there.

She found herself moving and twisting on him as she extracted every last iota of pleasure that she could get. Collapsing down along his legs, she rested while her body recovered from her fourth or fifth climax of the night. Walt caressed and squeezed her buttocks and at one point he rubbed his thumb over her back place.

"No! Not there!" she told him and clenched her cheeks together.

He laughed and said she was old fashioned but she wiggled her ass until he moved away from her spot. When she relaxed again, a huge fart exploded out of her and she squealed and threw herself off of him and onto her back on the bed next to him.

Walt laughed so hard she thought that he was going to fall out of bed. 

"You didn't have to go that far," he howled. "I wasn't going to do anything."

"Oh, God! I'm so embarrassed," she said and hid her face with her hands.

"You should be," he laughed. "You just farted in the face of your new husband. I may have to trade you in for a new one that doesn't smell as bad."

"Stop it!" she said and crawling on top of him she made a pretense of pummeling him with her fists.

"I love you," was all he said and pulled her face down and kissed her. "Smell and all."

Chapter 22

They made love one more time on Friday morning before they checked out of the hotel. It was a long, languorous episode hour of fondling, kissing and caressing before she mounted him.

Their motions were more practiced now since they were in tune with each other's bodies from their past week of lovemaking. She raised herself up off of him so that just his crown was inside of her. Holding herself there, she squeezed down on him and moved not more than an inch or so each way. 

They had discovered this by accident and the longer they could keep it up the more their excitement soared. As much as they wanted it to, it couldn't go on forever and when she could stand it no longer she absorbed him entirely within her. One or two more strokes were all it took and they mutually exploded into a climax that confirmed their love for each other.

There was mostly silence on the drive home as they each contemplated what their life would be when they got there. At the last rest stop before getting off of the Interstate, they held each other for a long time before finally breaking apart and looking into each other's eyes. 

"I love you," they said in unison and shared a gentle kiss.

Walt was now able to walk with the aid of only one cane. Except for the fact that he wore shorts and people could see his prosthesis it would be hard to tell that he had something other than a minor limp.

When they got back into the car, Peggy retrieved the velvet pouch from her purse and looked over at Walt with tears in her eyes. 

No words were exchanged as Walt took the ring from his finger, kissed it and dropped it into the pouch. He held the bag while Peggy repeated what he had done. She took the pouch from him and holding it up, she pulled the string that closed it. They both knew that their overt love for each other had to stay hidden just as their rings, proving that love, were hidden in that little velvet pouch.

They sealed their promise to each other with another kiss and Peggy started the car and pulled out onto the Interstate.

They were both relieved when they pulled up in front of the house and Martin's car was not in its usual parking place. There would be no immediate confrontation. Walt insisted on carrying one of the suitcases and he waited while she opened the door and let them into the house.

The house smelled closed and musty and Peggy looked up at Walt with her eyebrows raised in question. 

"It's gone!" she gasped when she realized that Walt's recliner was not in its usual place in the family room. 

"So's the television!" Walt added.

"What the hell?" she said and dropping the bags she hurried down the hall and into her bedroom.

"His clothes are gone!" she called back.

Walt walked into the kitchen and spotted an envelope on the table with her name on it.

"There's something here," he called.

"Where?" she asked when she came into the kitchen.

"There!" was all he said as he pointed towards the table.

Tearing open the envelope she pulled a piece of paper from it and sat down to read the handwriting.

"He's gone!" she breathed. "He's gone!"

"Where?"

"He moved in with his sister. He says he had been planning on moving out for some time but didn't know how to tell me. He's gone!"

"How do you feel?" he asked with caution.

"I don't know to tell you the truth. On one hand, I feel as if I've been abandoned but on the other I feel a sense of relief that he's gone."

"What are you going to do? Are you going to call him?"

Peggy sat there for a moment before she stood and put her arms around her son.

"Nope, he didn't call me so I'm not going to call him. It's better this way. I feel as if my prayers have been answered. Let's shower and change we have some shopping to do."

"Shopping? For what?"

"A new bed for one thing. We are going to need a new bed to put in your room. It will be our room now. That is if it's OK with you."

"I'll have to think about it for a while. OK! I agree. Let's try out the old one first."

"Sorry, we can't do that. I've got some bad news for you."

She smiled at the worried look on Walt's face.

"My period started this morning after we made love. You're going to have to wait for a week or so."

"Well in that case we are going to need a new television too," he laughed.

"There are other things we can do you know," she said and punched him on the shoulder. "Are you tired of me already?"

"Never, my Peggy Mom. Never."

"I love you," she said and kissed him.

"Right now I need something from you," he said after they kissed.

"What's that?" she asked.

"My wedding ring. I feel naked without it."

The Beginning