Teachers Subterfuge Chapter 2
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Charlotte sat with Jim Giordano on stage along with the rest of the faculty at the graduation ceremony. When the class valedictorian gave his speech which included praise and thanks for his parent’s love and guidance and special thanks for “My tutor who insisted that I learn beginning calculus two years before it was offered in class, Mrs. Speaks,” Charlotte spied Abigail Wilcox nodding at her as if she were congratulating her. She nodded back but she could see something intense in Agatha Wilcox’s gaze that was being held a little too long.
Noticing Agatha’s gaze and where it was directed Jim Giordino leaned over and whispered, “Are you still sure she isn’t aware of your total involvement with her son?”
Shushing him she felt her hair go up on the back of her neck as she thought, If I were her, I would have my own suspicions.
When Malcolm walked across the stage Jim said, “So what are you going to do now that your Mallory will be going away to college?”
He had been offered scholarships to both Princeton and Rutgers, but Princeton’s was half tuition. Rutgers full tuition was the same as Princeton’s half-tuition, roughly the value of Rutgers full ride. So given the limitations of his father’s Pastor’s salary even though a Princeton education was considered superior to Rutgers the financial decision held sway. Fortunately, Rutgers’s computer science program was considered superior to Princeton’s and Malcolm was considering a career in computer programming when he graduated.
Malcolm’s relationship with Charlotte flourished from the day he had begun spending his Saturdays helping on the farm, being tutored in Calculus by his teacher, and, after the first few weeks, being educated sexually in Charlotte’s bed ... sometimes on the couch in the family room or at times behind her bent over the kitchen table. Beginning Calculus quickly advanced to intermediate and advanced—Malcolm was an exceptional student. Beginning sex equally morphed to adequate then skilled.
Malcolm’s education both in math and sexual technique and application advanced him light years ahead of his peers. For Charlotte, along with her satisfactory, long-term involvement with Jim Giordino, it was beyond her wildest dreams. To Jim’s question: “what are you going to do now that your Mallory will be going away to college,” she and Malcolm had discussed it at length. She didn’t want to interfere with his college experience. But Rutgers was only a half-hour’s drive from Charlotte’s farm. They agreed that he could either spend weekends of his choice together or she could come down for evenings in a local motel with him.
While Malcolm dated coeds only sporadically, he joined a fraternity that as it turned out Bart Edwards, the lifeguard that his mother had an affair with one summer week at the New Jersey Shore, was already a member. Though Bart, who found out Aggie was Mal’s mother, never breathed a word of it, they became friends and even double-dated. (You can read about Bart and Aggie in The Pastor’s Wife).
During Spring Break during his junior year when most of his fraternity brothers were going to Florida, he decided to stay home and take advantage of some quality time with Charlotte, spending evenings with her while staying at home and visiting with his father and mother. Though he could do nothing about it he was concerned about the state of his parent’s marriage.
It was the night that his mother found out that her husband was having an affair with his assistant pastor at his church.
At one a.m. Aggie was still wired and couldn’t sleep. She heard the back door open and close. Malcolm’s coming in from his date. Getting out of bed she wrapped her silk kimono around her naked body and headed for the kitchen. Seeing her son standing in front of the open refrigerator drinking from a partially filled half-gallon of milk she said, “Where have I failed you, Malo?”
Jerking with a start he spilled milk down the front of his dark blue tee-shirt. Turning toward his mother he gave her a sheepish gaze followed by a shrug of his shoulders. She had been telling him not to drink out of the container since he was a child. Self-consciously he replied, “I’m sorry Mom, you startled me.”
With an indulgent giggle Aggie said, “Malcolm David Wilcox, I might as well give up about your drinking out of the milk carton.” She picked up a dishtowel from the counter and dabbed his shirt. Feeling his well-developed pectoral muscle, she blushed and said, “My goodness Malo you certainly do keep yourself in good condition.” But she was even more understanding of his physical condition than her son imagined ... or so she thought.
She had seen him sunning himself on the patio in his skintight Speedos, swimming trunks that made such a marvelous display of his tight buns from behind not to mention the significant package between his legs in front. More than once she had ogled him like a curious teenage girl. Since her affair with Bart, a college student just a year older than Malcolm, she had been dealing with guilt-ridden lust for her son that had recently become incredibly intense. And then there were her voyeuristic observations of him masturbating while she stood watching through a crack in his bedroom door.
The first time It happened was soon after the week at the shore when she had the affair with Bart. The beauty of her handsome son stroking what appeared to be a surreal magnification of his childhood phallus made her want to burst through his door, jump on his bed and ride his beautiful cock. Telling herself that her boy-child was a normal youth she determined I have no right to be here and once again decided to leave. But when he shouted her name when he came, and she realized he was imagining having sex with her she realized he had left the door partially opened in hopes that she would see him she silently lurched down the hallway while thinking why doesn’t he close his God-damned door?”
Now standing in the kitchen covered only by her thin silk kimono Aggie smirked at her son who was looking at her out of the corners of his eyes. The way she was looking at him lit a flame of hope in Malcolm’s mind that Charlotte Speaks might have been right when she suggested that his mother might secretly have been lusting for him. As far as he was concerned his mother, even at the age of fifty-three, was one of the hottest looking and most desirable women in the world. The chemistry between them had always been relaxed. Tonight though, he sensed a quality about her that was eager for his touch. Since she was wearing just the thin kimono that emphasized her feminine form in lurid detail, seemed to be an invitation he was trying to deny he thought, I’ve gotta be out of my fucking mind to even be thinking this way.
Trying to be cool he stole glances at the vee top of her thin wrap, admiring the cleft of her substantial C-cup breasts. The thin silk material highlighted her ample nipples that were pressing forcefully out against the delicate fabric. Her face was beautiful and young-looking. Her hourglass figure, though slightly thickened at the middle, was still well pronounced enough to deny the existence of love handles. Knowing the kimono was the only thing hiding her nakedness from him made him drop his hand in front of his crotch to hide his erection.
Facing one another in the kitchen neither was totally at ease. Unexpectedly Aggie asked, “Do you ever see Charlotte Speaks anymore Malo?”
She had seen Charlotte in the supermarket just a couple of days ago. The attractive teacher had asked Aggie about her son. As they parted, she remembered thinking isn’t it strange that Charlotte seems more interested in Malo than just becoming current on his whereabouts? Rutgers was only thirty miles away. Nah, she thought, I’m just being silly.
Feeling self-conscious Malcolm thought, Christ, my hand still smells like Charlotte’s pussy. I hope Mom can’t smell it. As he put the offending hand in his pocket, he almost burst out laughing when he thought of the milk carton he had just drunk from. He knew the remains of Charlotte’s scent were all over his face as well. It’s tainted the milk for God’s sake.
“Why your wry little smile Malo?”
When it struck him that his mother might be reading his thoughts he blushed. Having always thought his mom was wise to so many things he had done he asked, “Why the sudden interest in Mrs. Speaks Mom?”
Aggie always knew when she had caught her son in a lie or hiding mischief of some kind, the admission was always written on his face. Though shocked to her core that something might be going on between her son and his former math and guidance counselor she held her feelings in and chuckled as she said, “You young people think we adults are so naïve, don’t you?”
“Are you talking about Mrs. Speaks?” Knowing his mother could be on to him he decided to be an adult about it. “How can you be thinking anything like that mom?”
Blushing at the impossibility of what he was trying to keep from her Aggie was both thrilled and disappointed that her intuition was correct. Tightening her stomach, she steeled her mind to what she was realizing might be true. Clearing her throat she said, “I’ve had suspicions for over a year.”
“Darn it, Mom,” he said in frustration, “I’ve never been able to hide ANYTHING from you,” deciding to be upfront about it, “May I ask what makes you think Mrs. Speaks and I are um ... well, you know.”
With a weary chuckle, Aggie said, “you know,” that’s a cute way of referring to it Malo.” Reaching out she brushed his bangs with the backs of her fingers. “When you were in school Mrs. Speaks always sang your praises a little too loudly dear. And I always caught interesting body language whenever she talked about you,” rolling her eyes,” the kind of body language that said to me, ‘I’m excited by your son.’ But it wasn’t until I met her at Pathmark just a couple of days ago that I felt sure. Do you mind if I ask you if you’ve seen Charlotte since you’ve come home, Malo?”
His face reddened again. Damn Mom. “She’s the reason I didn’t go to Fort Lauderdale. I...”
“You don’t have to explain Malo; I understand more than you might think. And you’re at the age where it is really none of my business.” God, why couldn’t Phillip have been like Malcolm? “Actually, Malo I’m glad that an adult woman has been um ... teaching you the ... um ... fine points of being with a female.” She recalled how it was Bart, the young lifeguard who taught her things.
As she watched her son’s eyes ogling her breasts the electricity between them began to sizzle. Casting a downward glance at them she smirked and thought No wonder, my nipples are pulsing. She didn’t want to put him on the spot by saying something that might scare him off. Nor did she want him to stop looking. Thrilled that his eyes were showing attention to something she was worried might be too saggy Aggie’s ego had been crying out for confirmation since before hers and Garven Milroy’s relationship had begun to cool. Her nipples were so swollen and hard that she knew he could see her excitement; they were poking out the fabric of her silk kimono. Unable to stop what came out of her mouth she uttered, “You do like what you are looking at don’t you Malo?” God, did I SAY that?
GEEZ Mom, he thought, I can’t stop looking at them. Wondering what could have gotten into his mother to be acting this way his face turned different shades of red. There was no question she liked him looking at her breasts. And Christ, her nipples are so fucking huge, and her tits look soft like a young girl’s.
During his silence, she realized what she had just said. Guessing what was on her son’s mind she needed confirmation. In a husky voice, she murmured, “What are you thinking Malo?”
He couldn’t believe the thoughts he had since he had first started masturbating about something that seemed about to occur. Her words sounded filtered through the white noise. “You’re so ... so beautiful Mom,” he stammered as he felt his hands being taken into his mother’s which seemed to come from nowhere. Turning his palms upward she kissed the left one. Though cognizant of Charlotte’s scent still being on it he didn’t understand why it excited him that his mother might be smelling it.
Shuddering inwardly as she recognized another woman’s musk on her son’s hand, she considered the irony of smelling Kasey Kaminski’s on her husband’s just hours ago. What a strange night this has turned out to be, she thought.
Malcolm wondered what could have gotten into his mother to be acting this way.
With all that had gone on earlier in the evening: disappointment, anger, the vow of getting revenge on her husband, this strange and enthusiastic love for her son that had been with her just under her skin. And longstanding jealousy of Charlotte Speak’s access to him she tentatively asked, “Malo? Is there a small portion of your life where fit your mother in?”
Remembering conversations, he had with Charlotte about the possibility of his mother being sexually interested in him he thought, Christ, she has ALWAYS been right on. In a quavering voice, he replied, “Would you believe that, ever since I was thirteen, I’ve always wanted to,” he couldn’t get the words out. Too much was happening in his mind to put what he was thinking into words. But from his mother’s standpoint, his roaming eyes and unswallowable Adam’s apple were saying it all.
With Malcolm’s tongue-tied admission sending shocks from her hair follicles to the tips of her toes Aggie pulled her son close. Caught off guard when he not only initiated the kiss, but she was also stunned that he did it in such a sophisticated way. As she felt his lips melting into hers, she did what was frighteningly instinctual and accepted his tongue. As he explored her mouth, she let go of her pent-up air which exhausted through his nostrils. THANK GOD FOR CHARLOTTE she thought as what she had hoped for as an exploratory “drive-by” was morphing into an unexpected passionate adventure.
Pulling her lips away to catch her breath she intended setting a few ground rules. But concerned that they might be interrupted she said, “Let’s go down to the rec room Malo.” With a quivering smile, she tugged at his hand and murmured, “We won’t have to be so quiet down there.”
Holding hands high like teenagers they skipped down the stairs. Aggie’s insides fluttered while Malcolm’s knees were on the verge of collapse. When they got to the bottom of the stairs they kissed again. It turned into a passionate tango that found their legs going between each other’s and their thighs pressing into each other’s groin. Familial partners clutched forbidden buttocks.
Aggie felt her son’s up-tilted hardness against her tummy which transported her back to the cottage at the Jersey Shore where, for the first time, she pursued sex with a man other than her husband. Funny she thought I felt so guilty then. Now what is happening seems almost natural. But will we both be all right with this strange thing after we, do it?
She thought about how Malcolm had been inside her body for nine months, growing, filling her womb to bursting, then coming out in such incredible pain. Now, with his erect penis pressing between her she was getting such inconceivable pleasure. Her lust demanded more. “Oh Malo,” she said, I’ve wanted this so MUCH ... for such a LONG time.”
Unwrapping Aggie’s kimono Malo exposed his mother’s alluring breasts. They weren’t quite as perky as Charlotte’s, but he was pleased that he saw almost no sagging. Ogling his mother’s nippled prominence he urgently stripped off his red Rutgers t-shirt. Looking shamelessly into his mom’s pleading eyes he held her shoulders, pulled their chests together, and merged his pecs with her breasts. The impossible pleasure of feeling the soft mammaries he suckled as a child flattening against his chest made him shudder. “Oh God Mom,” he panted before her soft lips pressed on his and her tongue plunged his tongue into his mouth.
Aggie would have collapsed had it not been for her son’s strong arms and solid stance. Forcing its way between their tummies his hand brushed her soft, luxuriant bush. With his hands now between her legs, his fingers pressed between her puffy labia and skated in the simmering wetness of her groove.
At first touch, his mother’s yelp was muted by kissing lips. But as his middle finger glided around the slippery surface of her swelling clit Aggie flexed her legs up and down, jerking with a series of surprised winces and eager moans.
The need to feel her son’s sex couldn’t be denied. Fumbling with Malo’s zipper she worked it down, reached in, and wrapped her fingers around the warm effulgence of her boy’s erection.
After having experienced Bart’s short but fat cock inches never seemed as important to her again, she realized it was the pressure on her vaginal ring and g-spot that made the feeling so surreal. But the substance of her son’s substantial bulk combined with his length brought forth an involuntary, “Oh GOD Baby. My little boy is now such a BIG man.”
When her thumb grazed the tip of his glans and felt the slickness of his precum Aggie envisioned a headline that made her chuckle: Pastor’s Wife Guilty of Incest with Son. The words moved continuously across her mind like a news crawler, getting larger by the inch.
Since her weeklong affair with Bart at the shore had been followed by the illicit relationship with her daughter’s piano teacher, Aggie had reset her moral compass. Now she thought this is just another step in Aggie Wilcox’s sexual journey and rationalized I’ve paid my dues and now I’m enjoying the benefits.
Recalling the distant past—the changing of Malcolm’s baby diaper and bathing him—she had often fondled the same penis without ever thinking how it could grow to an organ of this size. “Oh Malo,” she cooed, “how can it possibly be that my little baby’s penis has grown into such a marvelous thing of beauty?
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