Standing in her living room at 3:45 on a November Thursday afternoon, Maxine Reynolds was aware of two sensations -- the tickle of a rivulet of semen trickling down her inner thigh, and sheer panic setting in.
She looked at the young man who had deposited the sperm that was now dampening the gusset of her panties. He had just tucked his softening but still impressive penis back into his faded white briefs and was pulling up the jeans which had remained around his calves while he had pounded her into the sofa just a couple of minutes ago. He had a self-satisfied grin on his handsome face, which stayed there as he plopped down and spread his long arms across the back of the sofa.
Well, of course he looked self-satisfied, she thought, quickly transferring her panic and anger from herself to him. He had all the arrogance of a good-looking, incredibly well-built 20-year-old man; and he had just shown up unannounced at her home and within five minutes had backed her up against a wall and had her sucking his tongue; and within ten minutes had her legs wrapped around his waist as he inseminated her.
And of course, there was the fact that she was thirty-five years old and married. And she was his aunt.
And worse than that, it wasn't the first time she had let him penetrate and fill her. In fact it was the memory of their past intense liaisons that caused her to abandon herself to his unexpected arrival; his brusque but not unwelcome ... intrusion.
But worst of all, in the suddenness with which it had all happened, she had not even thought about birth control. Her diaphragm was in the other room, in its case in her top dresser drawer. And her nephew's semen was swirling around her cervix. And her son would be home from school any minute.
"Billy!" she hissed.
"What?"
"I've ... I've got to ... I've got to run a bath."
The young man cocked his head. "Right now?"
"Yes, right now," she said, moving quickly toward the bathroom.
"Okay, well ..."
"Look, when Danny gets here, just tell him ... tell him what you told me. You're stopping by on the way to deer hunting. Then ... talk about
deer hunting!
" And she shut the door abruptly behind her, thinking about how weird her son would find it, to come home from school and find the older male cousin he barely knew in his living room, and his mother off taking a bath in the middle of the day. Well, there was nothing to be done about it, she thought, turning on the bath water. She had to get her private parts submerged in water -- ah, probably better that it be as cold as she could stand -- and try to flush herself out, before another million of her nephew's potent sperm cells wriggled through her cervical mucus.
Surely, though, her younger son would never put two and two together. It would never occur to him that his cousin had just had his penis up inside mommy, or that mommy was taking a bath at 4 o'clock to wash his cousin's sperm out of herself before one of them impregnated her.
Good thing her older son was at basketball practice. He was innocent, too, but he was terribly intuitive.
She lowered herself into the rising water, already uncomfortably cold -- with three inches in the tub, the pump was already drawing water straight from fifty feet down in the earth. She winced, but she seated herself on the bottom of the tub, opened herself with her forefinger and ring finger, and used her middle finger to start shoveling water inside herself. That wasn't very effective. Better to just use three fingers to spread herself open and let the water find its way.
She sat there, shivering, and stewing with anger. She knew she should be angry with herself, but it was easier and less painful to be angry at someone else. She was angry at Billy. The audacity, the sheer unmitigated gall, to show up unannounced at her new home, during her Bible study no less, and expect her to just spread her legs for him! Except, that's just what she had done.
She was angry at Judd. For creating this situation. Knocking her up when she was 19, dragging her around the country to climb the short rungs of an unimpressive corporate ladder, taking her away from her sisters, leaving her to play house in cold new ranch after indistinguishable cold new ranch, for 15 years now, a relationship utterly lacking a sliver of the passion she had felt in three fleeting afternoons with her rough-hewn, virile nephew.
She was angry at Steven, her oldest boy. Intellectually, she knew he was blameless, but she was thinking with her boiling blood, not her brain. She knew that his existence was the only reason she had married Judd. She knew it wasn't fair to him to feel this way. But she couldn't help it, and couldn't escape it. And she had spent 15 years ignoring everything she couldn't escape.
She was angry at God for making all these rules that she had broken so rarely for so long; and then allowing her a taste of what she had been missing, knowing it would send her to hell.
Slowly, she calmed down. She had done everything she could to mitigate the potential damage. "Damage." She frowned, and felt tears in her eyes. "Damage?" The damage of conceiving a child with the young man who had treated her with more passion and desire than she had ever known?
She got up out of the cold water and looked down at her body, taking particular note of the erect, thimble-sized nipples at the tips of her outsized but firm breasts. Billy loved those nipples. She loved the way he drew them into his cruel, cupid-bow lips and sucked on them. And he was just down the hall, and unless she insisted that he leave, he would be here tomorrow, when she could spend an unimaginably luxurious eight or nine hours with him.
***
She was amazed at how well the rest of the evening had played out. Steven must have been surprised to have been picked up from basketball practice by his cousin, but he didn't seem to be suspicious. Judd was surprised to come home to find his nephew there, but he didn't seem to question the deer-hunting story.
She had pulled a frozen lasagna out of the freezer and prepared an evening meal. She had expected dinner to be awkward, but after a few minutes, Judd and Billy had stumbled across a common interest -- TV cop shows -- and that carried them through the evening.
Later the five of them had watched
Ironside
(rather than
Kung Fu,
much to her older son's consternation). Judd sat in his recliner and she sat in a side chair near him, across the room from where Billy sat with his younger cousins on the sofa. Occasionally she would look over at him and catch him grinning at her, slightly lasciviously; but he avoided doing anything alarming. Gradually, her awkward discomfort with the situation began to fade, and was replaced by a little tingle of illicit thrill.
By the time Judd went to bed and she got her two boys situated in the twin beds in Danny's room, she finally had her first opportunity to talk to Billy alone. She showed him into Steven's room and had him help her put on fresh sheets.
He pushed the door to, but didn't fully close it. She was relieved to see that; at least he had enough sense to realize how suspicious that would look if Judd or one of the boys got out of bed and went to the kitchen. But with the door cracked open but obscuring the view into the room, Billy could finally take her into his arms. And she let him, and opened her lips for his probing kiss, although she kept her arms up between them lest their embrace become total.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes," she acknowledged. "I'm okay ... now." And she was feeling much less anxious than she had been a few hours ago during her emergency bath. Of course, that may not have done the trick; it may have already been too late and she may already be on the way toward a life-shattering pregnancy; but at least she had done what could be done. And at least she had navigated the evening with her illicit lover spending time with her husband and children, and no one was the wiser. With those hurdles cleared, she was beginning to consider the allure of spending several decadent hours tomorrow finally abandoning herself to the greatest passion she had ever known.
"So what was that all about, anyway?" he whispered.
"What was
