Two Mothers and their Boys
1
Elena and Gabi had been the best of friends for so long they often asked each other if they had a life before they married and had their boys, Niall and Oscar, around the same time.
The similarities did not end there. They were each divorced, Elena longer than Gabi, but when their men had left them their sons were almost through college and Elena’s business, ‘Verdant,’ already active and successful in landscaping and lumber. It had been the foundation for her new life from the moment that the ink had dried on the divorce papers.
Gabi worked at whatever she could find and that kept her mind occupied, rather than be at home and suffer the silence now that her son, Oscar Kennett, had left and joined the Marine Corps. His loss in that way had cut Gabi deep, and she struggled not to feel that she had again been abandoned, her emotional prop, Oscar, no longer close and no one in her life to really make good her loneliness. Relationships never lasted, and it had been so even before Oscar had enlisted.
Gabi should have known what could happen. Oscar had been into all things military since he had been a kid, his closest friend, Niall Jackson, not tempted by doing the same thing. He was now a vital apart of Elena’s business, it being his idea to also deal in lumber, what Verdant cut down on a customer’s lot and that they either logged and stacked for the customer’s fire or the brash was shredded for mulching. That too a client could keep, or Verdant took it all away. Once rotted down, some, Niall bagged it and they turned what had been mulched into cash, Verdant’s logo prominent on every bag.
The boys had been inseparable until Oscar had joined up and had gone to Parris Island. It might just as well have been the other side of the country, San Diego, because Gabi had not seen him until recruit camp time was through, she never doubting that he would pass out from boot camp.
“There sure is goin’ to be a space to fill in my life once you’re gone…you’ve always been my best pal around here, and we’ve done almost everything together,” Niall had blurted out when he’d been round at Oscar’s place, a compact ranch style house set in a patch of woodland scrub, and where they’d often throw a football or challenge each other at basketball, the ball rattling the loop set high on the gable of the garage. Girlfriends came and went. They’d fooled around with them and learned along the way, but none had hooked them, enough, to make either think on what the future might hold. In any case, Oscar wasn’t wired to stay with anyone for long.
“I’ll be back soon as I get through boot and recruit camps…and have found my way around the Corps,” Oscar had observed casually, not wanting to let his pal know that it was going to be a wrench for him too.
He would also miss the four of them having a barbie out in the yard of respective homes, but he knew that Niall was committed to the business his mom had set up before her marriage to Niall’s father hit the skids. Elena sure didn’t deserve that, and he’d started thinking that he would miss the sight of her. She sure was competent, attractive enough to hold the eye on her, and she never could conceal what she’d bring to a man, even when she wore only too functional work clothes, usually some washed-out dungarees along with a blouse or T-shirt, a colourful bandana at her throat and her stark blonde hair cut in an only too functional bob. In winter that would be hidden by a knitted beanie hat, her body wrapped in a quilted jacket zipped to her throat, and only too functional patch-pocket pants replacing the dungarees. Her bright smile and lively eyes always made up for it all.
But when they were together, relaxing at a barbecue supper, out would come the swirly skirts and figure-hugging tops, clothes to catch the sun, the bracelets and the necklaces. When she, and his mother, did that they saw another side to the women who were constants in their lives, and that set them talking.
It was then that they gave voice to youthful fantasies that the girls they went with, or had gone down on, never quite satisfied. They had also taken to wondering what their moms found so funny when seeing them fooling around before them. They were both lean and strong, jocks in their college days, he the more muscled of the two, taller and broader than Niall, but he had seen how his friend had filled out, some more, when he had begun working for Verdant. The heavy lifting bulked him out. Yeah, they were over six foot tall, lean and strong, their mothers not knowing that they still catalogued every curve and dip of their bodies when they had the chance. They were fooling around, nothing more, they would say to each other and would let their imaginations run a little wild.
“I sometimes think it’s disrespectful…to think of them as we do, sometimes… as we each do, pal,” Niall had gone and told him. “I also think that they must get lonely…”
“I guess, and dating isn’t something I know my mom gets into…or she get taken by some guy and he’s gone…”
“Too bad…” Niall manisa escort had said yet sensing that Gabi thought of Oscar as the only company that she needed while he was still at home.
“Yeah, it is. My mom wouldn’t count on me so much if she had someone in her life, but she’s taking time to mend…relies on me to help her in doin’ that, so who am I to deny her?”
Niall had understood the sentiment behind what had been said, but not any of the detail. “Gabi sure didn’t deserve to be left in the way she was…”
Oscar had kept him from saying anymore on the matter, ort that she often wore a wrap round dress or blouse that shaped her and left nothing to his imagination. They were clothes that she never seemed to wear outside of the privacy of their home. There, he had begun to sense, she indulged her fantasies, not quite sure what he would be thinking when he saw her looking so attractive. Was she really teasing her own son? It was heard to believe that it could be so.
“It’s not sometimes I think of them, what happened to the women we’re looking at and are with us, here and now. So, I’m glad that I’ll be away for a spell. It will let the heat cool down…”
He had stopped from saying how his own mother got through to him in ways that wound his clock and whenever she needed him to be close. She’d touch his arm, give him a smile that revealed what was at work in her again, an unmistakable tremble of her lips, a softer wondering look of her eyes on him as the clock wound down to him leaving her.
“But it won’t help me…with what I feel, sometimes when we’re all together. I sure know it’s wrong…and the girlfriends I’ve had weren’t the distraction I needed…lived in their own worlds I couldn’t get into, so I work darn hard and hope things will change.”
“Then you’ll have to find a way to get them feelings out of your system, pal,” Oscar had laughed.
Niall had been too embarrassed to admit that he already did that, when he was alone and in his room. His mother’s frequent calls to Gabi, how they were heard to laugh and, sometimes, the cutting short of a call when he was near, suggested who it was they were again talking about.
2
Gabi heard the knock on the front door. It was louder than usual, and she knew that her months of waiting were finally at an end. Her small home, with its clapboarded walls and neatly trimmed hedge to the front, had been spotlessly cleaned, the ceiling fan in the living room cooling the air and a floral-scented spray freshening the rooms.
“I’ve gotta go…sorry, Elena, my boy’s home and I’ve got company…at last!”
She spoke out in a soft, honeyed voice, her look in the mirror soon showing a bright smile, her long auburn red hair brushed out and a blush of makeup and soft lipstick just as she wanted. The house would again be lively to the sound of Oscar’s deep voice and engaging laughter, his energy lifting her spirits as he strode from room to room, or he slumped down on the sofa beside her, and they would talk. There was so much to catch up on and to share. She would again have attentive company and, perhaps, be able to put right what had happened the last time she had seen him.
“I’ll leave you two to it…won’t trouble you until tomorrow, okay?” Elena felt her spirits lift, hoped it wouldn’t be long before they were all together again. She wasn’t about to tell Gabi that she had often wondered what Oscar would bring, how it would feel to have his stiff hard cock inside her. She’d seen his looks on her, even on Gabi, to know that he was thinking that too.
“Sure…we can meet up for supper,” Gabi said on a happy laugh, checking her reflection in the hall mirror, once again, and adjusting the fit of her patterned wrap around dress that shaped her. She had a reason to make a fuss over how she looked, doing her best for her ‘boy,’ as she still thought of him. “I sure have missed Oscar being around…”
“That goes for me too…”
“You missed him too?” Gabi blurted out in some dismay. “I guess it’s no longer illegal…”
Elena was heard to laugh softly. “I remember us talking of our boys often enough. Who else was there in our lives? I work all the hours I can with Niall’s help, so we’re bonded really close…but that’s a different feeling…a special bond that I won’t risk breaking.”
Gabi knew it well enough, but being abandoned by her husband, and Oscar’s father, had shaped their relationship.so much further than she dared to speak of, even to Elena. Joking about the young men took things too close to how it was for her, how their relationship had become strained before Oscar had gone away, she no good at keeping her feelings to herself. Now she had a week, or so, to make good their bond once more and that Zoom calls, and a few playthings in a bedside drawer, were no substitute for.
“Sorry, I really do have to go, or my Marine son will smash down the door! I’ll call you, promise!” she laughed in her excitement and anticipation of seeing her darling Oscar again.
On a last look at herself in the mirror, mardin escort and in the grip of gnawing anticipation of all that their reunion would bring, she was gone.
♥
Gabi tugged open the door and held her arms out to him. She gave voice to her suppressed feelings.
“At last, you’re really here! I can kiss and hold you…you’re not a face on a Zoom call anymore!” Gabi soon closed the door and flung her arms about Oscar’s neck, offered a flurry of kisses to his face and met a moment’s look of his eyes over her before she was crushed in his embrace, Oscar doing so unashamedly.
“Yes…hi!” He took in her appearance, nodded his approval. “I wondered about you…what you would be wearing…just for me.”
“Yes, I dressed up…came home early from work…didn’t want to be late for you, darlin’, not for a single minute.”
She took in his appearance, brushed her fingers over his face and then to his lips, drew in her tummy to quell all that she felt on seeing him again, a destructive longing. Her boy had long ago become a man, a guy who’d taken their attachment to each other to the very limit.
“I wondered how you’d look…if you’d wear the dress from that last night before I went away…” He stood before her as his bag fell to the floor with a thud. Oscar brushed his fingers over Gabi’s face, touched her trembling lips as she stared back at him as if in disbelief that he was really with her. “It was difficult for me too….no let up from anything. There were times I wondered what I was doin’ there…no release for how I felt before I went away or was goin’ through.”
Gabi nodded. She knew just what had been at work in him. She had been there too, but she had no one to talk to, or seek advice, without letting go of the story. You simply never knew where such talk would lead to, the consequences for her and Oscar.
“But you did, and now I see how you’ve changed…that you look so lean and strong.” She sensed it in all of him, his broad shoulders, his body narrowing to the waist, the strength in his arms, his biceps hard. She felt that as her hands gripped his arms before Oscar drew her to him once more. “It’s sounds crazy, I know…but I don’t want to let you go. Make me believe you’re really here again with me…please?”
He knew her not to be the needy sort, far from it, but where it concerned them, they lived out their lives quite differently from any one they knew, and certainly Elena and Niall. In their early calls, she had confessed to the turmoil that being together in tempestuous ways had aroused in her, the sense of raging guilt that she had persuaded him to concede and before he had lost himself with her. Once dismay, and inhibitions, had fallen away everything they had shared had become consensual but ragingly taboo. They had shared in forbidden acts, given in to raging desires and had claimed each other in ways that neither of them had given any sign of wishing to pursue or to seek from the other. Oscar’s understandable reluctance to go as far as she wanted had been slowly seduced away until there had been no limits to what had been pursued.
But that was then, and Gabi now wondered where his presence would take them; whether she would have any control over him…even on herself and her emotions. She felt so goddamn lonely, wanted that pressure to be released.
“I sure am glad to be back…and I feel it’s in my blood, mom…again.”
She shook her head to deny what he had just told her.
“Gabi…I’m Gabi…I became Gabi after that last night together and before you left me. I had to get through the days and then weeks afterwards.” She was dismayed to meet the hungering look that he gave her. “Darlin’ don’t do that…look at me in that way! We have to talk about that…what we did.”
“You know why I do that…and why it was right that I left you. I’ll always come back…as I know that the door’s always open.”
“Even after all that we did together…it was a crazy time?”
“Yes…even after those moments. I knew that I’d hurt you…by deciding to go away…joining the corps.”
“But we did a crazy thing, and now you’re here with me again…and looking at me in that way.”
“Yeah,” he smiled, brushing fingertips over her upturned face. “I sure wanted to be here…to see you, and you know…be together.”
‘That’s what scares me now!’ Gabi felt on the edge once more of being taken in by his ways with her. “Darling…I’m so glad you’re here but we need to talk!”
‘Later…much later!” Oscar pulled her to him.
They had fallen into a tightening embrace as he answered her, as they shared in deepening open-mouthed kisses and held each other so close. He clutched her hips, caressed her skin with the fabric of her dress that shaped Gabi so well. She could feel his state of arousal against her belly and Gabi clung to him as best she could, looked up at Oscar and understood what was at work in him.
“We have to find a different way through…’
The set of his mouth changed, he looked at her with stilled eyes. “I said later, Gabi…I’ve marmaris escort thought of you…and of this…me being at home again with you and getting together.”
She averted her gaze from him. “You should have thought of me too….”
It was so wrong what she felt take a hold in her once more, just as it had done that last night before he had left her. She had to live on but in an empty house. There was no one in her life to take away the wayward longing that she had begun to feel for her boy, then; the well of trust in the men she met having run dry over the years since her divorce.
She felt the brush of his fingers to her throat; saw how his eyes took in the fit of her dress, a look that aroused the rush of emotion and longing on feeling her boy’s breaths on her lips. It felt as if they were sharing in them.
“Darlin’…you…you want me to…again?”
Gabi remembered, felt the ache of a destructive longing as she recalled his last night with her, of them meeting in the hall outside their rooms, his hugs of consolation for the upset he was causing, the brush of his fingers to the tears on her cheeks, her son’s embraces slowly becoming questing caresses, the speaking out of persuasive words and meeting of kisses, the gradual concession to him before the tumult of finally being impaled on her boy’s long bloated prick and losing it completely with him.
Idle talk with Elena had become ragingly real, even if it was her son who had taken her to bed and she had been tamped by him, had become lost in the act and struggled to come to terms with that ever since.
Now, she was in the same place again.
“Let me…let me,” he murmured. Oscar pressed his face to her breasts and on feeling Gabi’s hesitant touch on his head as she slowly conceded and kept him to her. “Let me find out where you’ve put your perfume? Forgive me…for…for wanting to be with you again…like before.”
Gabi knew that she should cry out and restrain him in his claims upon her, but from the moment she had opened the door to him she had realized that to resist was to deny what she needed to have from him, a surrogate for an enduring and acceptable relationship with another man.
Instead, she was drawn again to Oscar, her only too lustful boy.
She was in her own home and her darling son would satisfy the wanton charge of excitement that his kisses and caresses again aroused in her.
‘Take me there!’ she cried out, easing out of his hold upon her. Gabi scurried away from him. Kicked off her shoes in the hallway and soon pushed on the open door of her bedroom, the throbbing beating of her racing heart to be heard in her ears, the gnaw of raging longing for a man’s ways impossible to deny. She would lose herself in all that she would again ask of him, and Oscar would seek of her.
♥
All that she and Elena had teased each other about, laughed at the idea of it, had again been made lovingly and passionately real, her body gloried in as Oscar caressed and kissed, sucked and clamped his lips to her skin, to her thighs and the soft swell of her belly, to her breasts, his wayward sucks those of a lover and not the boy she had nurtured, all of them a prelude to him being taken inside her body, to feel the deep and tamping rhythm that he sought from her and that she craved.
It had never been spoken of, not even with her closest and trusted friend. Incest was taboo, you never spoke of it, although it happened more often than folks dared to realise, and in cultures so different from theirs. She’d always been so close to Oscar, had denied him nothing in her motherly loving and care, but she could not fully explain just how she had gotten to this place, where they both were, in her bed and sharing their body heat, in acts of dissolute sex.
“I’m with you again…”
“Yes, and I should stop you….be happy just to have you at home again with me…to feel you close but no more!”
She felt the lazy sweep of his hand to her back as she sat up, clenched her knees and held them tight and considered what she had again succumbed to. Her resistance to his first touches, Oscar’s undressing of her, had been feeble and she had surrendered to everything that had followed.
Could she really recognise the woman that she had again become? In thrall to him, it had again become depraved and destructive behaviour and never spoken of with Elena, even in the abstract, She offered a lingering caress to his skin as Oscar left her bed, the flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder close overhead, and the blustery wind battering the window of the bedroom, the wind to be heard sighing in the eaves.
“It sure is stormy out there,” he laughed softly, looking out through the net curtains as the rain lashed the glass and blotted out the view. “I’ve worked out in that until I looked like a swamp animal…covered in mud!”
His laugh was infectious, her boy like she had never seen him before, confident and only too self-assured in his claims upon her. Gabi held out her arms to him as he returned to her bed and leant over her, looked down at her naked body, the splay of her breasts and how she brushed fingers over the mat of hair on her mons. He joined her in doing that, tugged gently on her hard nipples with his lips. Her boy had become someone else, and she was behaving in her own brazen and complicit ways.
