Chapter 01
Clay Banks recoiled from the Jamaican sun's oppressive heat as he exited the air-conditioned Sangster International Airport terminal in Montego Bay. Its intensity was a physical force, causing him to recoil then slump under its weight as he shuffled toward the cab stand.
"Taxi Sah?" The incomprehensible chatter became the heavily accented Jamaican English.
Clay looked into a smiling ebony face with brilliant white teeth. The cab driver wore an incongruous multicolored knit cap, a wifebeater tee shirt with a picture of Bob Marley on it, knee-length cargo pants, and flip flops.
"Yes! Riu Ocho Rios."
Clay climbed into the back of the cab while the driver tossed his roll-on suitcase in the trunk. Clay closed his eyes, ignoring the driver's chatter.
What the fuck am I doing here?
A week ago, he was putting the finishing touches on a brief the law partners of a firm he contracted with would file in a few days.
He enjoyed his work. They presented him with a thorny legal problem; he researched the case law and prepared a law brief. For this, they paid a ridiculous amount of money.
Enough money that he, Audrey, his wife of 20 years, and their four children, all in private schools, lived a life of comfort. With an Olympic-sized swimming pool, their Georgian home sat on a manicured 5 acres of grass, with strategically placed shade trees.
The ping from his laptop announced the arrival of an Evite and a disruption in his idyllic life. It was from his mother, Julia. She was getting married. Again! For the fourth time.
He stared at the Evite for several minutes, reading and rereading its message. Julia was having a destination wedding in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. She wanted him to give her away.
Clay pushed back from his desk, sat back in his leather swivel chair from the large oak desk, and stared out the bay window. The window dressing of his profession, expensive leather-bound legal tomes, lined the walls of his office. They were props to set the atmosphere; Clay did his work online.
His wife Audrey, and three of their four children, Amy, 4, Caleb, 14, and Susan, 15, frolicked in the pool. Twenty-year-old Janice was away at college.
Susan launched herself onto her brother's back and pushed him underwater. Through the window, he heard Caleb's howl of protest and Audrey's motherly caution to be careful. Everything was so normal.
He was the outlier. He was the one who didn't fit into this scene of domestic bliss. He was the one who was fucking his mother.
Clay stood and stretched, pressing his hands into the small of his aching back. The loose tee-shirt he wore tightened over his middle-aged paunch. Hairy chocolate legs protruded from his jersey shorts, with his cock creating a significant bulge in the shorts. For the umpty-umpth time, he swore to get more exercise to compensate for his job's sedentary nature.
He walked from his office to the wet bar in the adjacent family room. It was early, just past 1 pm. However, he needed a drink. He rationalized, it was after five o'clock somewhere, somewhere the sun was past the yardarm.
He slopped 2 inches of Irish whiskey into a rock glass and gulped it down. The expensive whiskey warmed his insides as it settled in his belly. He sat on a barstool, turning it, so he was looking into the Media Room. A large ochre overstuffed couch with complimentary chairs on either end sat in front of a 72" flat screen.
The last time he saw his mother, they fucked on that couch some two years ago. His cock stiffened at the memory. His mother was an incredible fuck, even better than his wife.
He and Audrey had an exciting and varied sex life. They met at a fraternity party orgy. They fucked each other and many others that night, discovering they shared a penchant for kinky sex.
Stumbling around the frat house high on various drugs and alcohol, he walked in on Audrey in a threesome being fucked by some yahoo while she ate a girl's pussy. He plopped down on a couch to watch the show.
The guy fucking his future wife popped too early frustrating Audrey. She looked over at Clay on the couch.
"Come on, Cowboy! Climb on for a ride!"
He stumbled over, unsure if he could perform after cumming a couple of times already. However, Audrey and her girlfriend took turns sucking me until I got hard again.
The women got into a 69 position with Audrey on top. It was wild to be fucking her tight cunt while her girlfriend was under us, licking Audrey's pussy and his cock as they fucked. At some point, it was long ago, he was high, and the memory has faded, the girls swapped, and he fucked the girlfriend while Audrey was below them licking her girlfriend.
He and Audrey became a no-strings-attached couple, bed hopping and partner swapping through their first and second year of college. Incongruously, sexual attraction became love.
They eloped their senior year, knowing neither family would approve of the union. Audrey confided that her WASP family would never accept a Black man, albeit biracial, into the family.
Clay hadn't seen Julia in close to a year. She was on a months-long cruise through the Greek islands with the man who would be Husband Number Two. He knew she would disapprove.
The birth of their first child, Janice, began the healing process. Audrey's family was elated the baby looked more like Audrey than Clay. Janice was blond, blue-eyed with a permanent light tan.
Julia doted on the baby, accepting it as the baby she could never give her son. She and Clay reconciled, fucking in his marriage bed while his wife recovered from childbirth in the hospital.
Uncharacteristically for her, Julia wept after a marathon all-night fuck session. She lamented the fact that she could not give her son a baby.
Clay and Audrey settled into a more conventional marriage by mutual consent, eschewing the swinging they brought into their marriage from their college days.
That is, except for Allison, their partner in the long-ago threesome. Allison and Audrey had a sweet tooth for each other that periodically needed to be sated. They still occasionally hooked up with her and her husband for foursomes and the occasional orgy.
Those liaisons ended with the birth of Susan, followed quickly by Caleb. Clay's mother was an infrequent visitor though she lavished her grandchildren with expensive gifts.
Julia and her husband number three visited two years ago after their whirlwind courtship and marriage. The new boy toy was Hispanic and twenty-five years younger than Julia. He had the swarthy good looks typical of his mother's husbands and boyfriends.
As far as Clay knew, he and his father were the lone Black men in her sexual history. Julia was born with the morals of an alley cat. She cuckolded husband number one with Clay's father, who she met at a local diversity meeting. They fucked in the back seat of his car that night and weekly after that, leading to her pregnancy. Clay's birth with noticeable African American features ended marriage number one.
Julia spent Clay's formative years figuratively and literally in an orgy of excess, raising Clay in an atmosphere of unbridled sexuality. For the next 18 years, she went through numerous sexual partners, male and female.
For all of her sexual proclivity, Julia was a loving and attentive mother. She doted on her son, lavishing him with love and affection. When he struggled in school, she hired tutors.
Shortly after turning Clay turned18, Julia walked in on him fucking her 50-year-old Hispanic cook/housekeeper. Esmeralda's dress was on her back, and her panties hung from one ankle as she leaned against the washing machine with Clay behind her, fucking her doggie style.
Ever the concerned mother, Julia ensured the woman was clean, sending her to a doctor for testing. The examination revealed the woman was pregnant. When Julia confronted her, she wept, confessing that she and Clay had been lovers for nearly a year. She refused an abortion, citing her religion.
