Can sons and a terrible mother reconcile through sex?
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All characters having sex are over 18.
This is not a typical story for me. Someone gave me the setting, characters, plot, and asked for a story. I obliged. This is a harsh tale. All sex is consensual, but it is transactional. Some will say she didn't/couldn't give consent. I won't argue the point. I will say she's not a kid. She's forty-two-years-old.
Those looking for a happy tale should choose something from the "Loving Wives" category. This is a story of blackmail, revenge, and incest. It has dark passages. You've been warned.
PS If you have a story to tell and need a "pen for hire" contact me.
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"What was I thinking?" Konrad muttered. It was early in the morning and he was walking the streets of Gyor, Hungary, the town of his birth.
"Why did I think the admonition 'You can't go home again' didn't apply to me?"
Little had changed in the city in the eight years he'd been away attending school and getting started in his career as a software engineer. He recognized all the shops that lined the business district, the quaint city squares and the grand Town Hall. He turned a corner and saw the Danube river. It was still wide and beautiful.
He headed back to his childhood home where his mother, Karola, and his younger brother, Robert, lived. He was staying there on this rare visit home. These days he lived and worked in California.
There was a new occupant in the house, Laszlo, his stepfather. He was a simple man. The big man worked in a warehouse. His mother had remarried three years ago, Not out of love, but for appearance's sake. She was old school. In her mind, a woman should be married so she got a replacement two years after her first husband died.
The fact that, when she set her sights on Laszlo, he had a wife and a child didn't matter to her. If the bitch couldn't keep her man, too bad for her. Laszlo was swept off his feet by Karola. He couldn't believe this tall, curvaceous, successful, green-eyed beauty was interested in him. She dazzled and beguiled him. He was putty in her hands. They married the day after his divorce was finalized.
Konrad angrily kicked a stone as he thought about his father. It upset him that this usurper was sleeping in his father's old bed. His dad had been a kind man. He was the one parent who showed him love. He'd believed in him and encouraged him to study, strive and to achieve his dream of working with computers. He achieved his goal when he was given a merit scholarship to Stanford University.
The send-off at the airport, when he left Hungary and journeyed to the USA, typified his childhood. His father was proud of him and wept tears of joy. His mother was unemotional and stoic. She saw him off without saying she loved him or would miss him. "That's my Mom," Konrad thought as she gave him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, "She cares more about her business than her children. Always has. Always will."
His ne'er-do-well, younger brother, Robert, said, "You lucky bastard! I hear California women are hot and easy."
"Robert, this is a chance of a lifetime. I'll be taught by the best teachers in the world. I'm going half way around the world to better myself, not get laid."
"Right. Whatever," his brother said dismissively. In his mind, if his brother studied instead of partied that would be a waste.
Konrad almost said something and then thought, "Why bother? He'll never understand. He has no dreams, no ambition greater than getting drunk and having sex with some local skank".
Konrad stood in front of his old house and said, "This trip was a mistake. The reason you can never go home is that place no longer exists. The house and your town might still be there, but the people are different. I'm different. I left here an eighteen-year-old determined to make something of myself and I have. I'm a success. I make more money in one year than my mother has probably made in her whole life.
"I came back to show everyone that I've made it. I'm rich. I write code that millions of people use. It was stupid of me to think my mother might be proud or happy for me. When I first made good money, I offered to give her some to improve her daycare center and bring it into the computer age.
"In America, the best daycares send parents electronic updates. They hear about class lessons and activities. They get reminders and announcements, notes on their child's progress, and even photos of the kids. I offered to set up such a system for her, but she refused. She was too proud and told me in no uncertain terms that she knew best and she needed no help from me."
He sighed heavily. He'd planned on staying another ten days. He said, "I wonder if I can get an earlier flight?"
The door to the house opened and Robert stepped out. He was disheveled. His clothes were askew. Shirt unbuttoned. Hair not combed. "Hey, Konrad," he called out as he finished dressing.
"You're up early," Robert said. He ran his fingers through his unkempt hair in lieu of combing it.
"Yes. I needed some fresh air," Konrad said.
"I need to earn my beer money. I'm off to deliver newspapers and I'm running late as usual," Robert said with a laugh.
Konrad shook his head and watched his twenty-year-old brother shuffled down the street. Earning enough money to buy himself a few beers and having plenty of time to hang out with his equally unambitious friends was his goal in life. He still lived at home leeching off their mother. He rarely had a girlfriend because females soon learn, he was an uncouth drunkard without a real job or real money and he had no prospects of ever being able to take care of himself, much less a wife and children.
While her boys were chatting outside, Karola got out of bed and used the bathroom. She was in a foul mood for a good reason. Her pride and joy, her business was failing. She was stressed and embarrassed. It threatened her standing in the community. It caused her to be strapped for cash and worse of all, her house was in jeopardy. She'd taken a loan out on her home to keep her daycare going. She was having trouble keeping current with the payments.
The general economic downturn had put many people out of work. People who don't work, don't need daycare. And unfortunately for her, many of the people who still required daycare were choosing other, more modern, facilities.
She was trying to hang on until the new ball bearing factory opened in August. The influx of jobs would lead to more customers. She needed ten thousand euros to hold on until her daycare once again turned a profit.
She climbed back into bed and sat with her back to the headboard. She cuffed her husband and said, "Wake up, Laszlo."
He was startled by the blow, stopped snoring and said, "What? What's happening?"
"Time for you to go to work," his wife said derisively.
He yawned, stretched, smiled and said pleasantly, "Good morning, wife."
"Get to work," she said. There wasn't an ounce of kindness in her words.
Karola hiked up her nightshirt, spread her legs, and exposed her hairy pussy. She grabbed his head and brought it to her sex. "Eat me!" she ordered. "I've had a stressful couple of days."
"Gladly." His reply was muffled because she forced his lips into contact with her lady lips.
Despite the way, she treated him, Laszlo ate her pussy enthusiastically. He kissed, licked and tongued his wife.
It took a few minutes, then she softened her tone. "Oh! Yes. Laszlo. Like that," she moaned. She was a cold woman and never seemed to appreciate her husband except in times like this.
She often demanded he service her. He didn't mind. She had a tasty snatch and he enjoyed oral sex with her. It was one of the few times she complimented him. If she had a great orgasm, sometimes she'd let him fuck her. More often, she left him with blue balls.
Laszlo snaked his tongue into her cunny to scoop out her nectar. His thumb found her clit. His efforts drew an appreciative groan.
