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Click hereShe watched Peter's mother give up on the door and move laboriously in deep snow to the parking circle at the rear where the main entrance was. She saw her ring the bell on the thick wooden doors. Nothing rang in the house because Claire had temporarily disabled the electric door-chime. Peter's mother tried the three car garage, no luck. Almost obscured by snow with fifteen minutes elapsed Claire saw her head down the slope to the front of the house. She seemed to be yelling, although the security cameras did not have sound capability.
Claire leapt up and ran down to the main room where Peter was half-reading a magazine.
"Can I have some music?" she said.
"Sure."
Claire went to the sideboard music center and flung on the first thing she could find, some old rock music from the eighties. Perfect. She turned up the volume and started to dance around.
"What's gotten into you?" shouted Peter.
"Come on," she pulled him up and made him dance with her, although he was not remotely in the mood for dancing. After forty minutes of cavorting around she let him sit. She turned off the music, ready to switch it up again if she heard anything. All she could hear was the howling wind around the house. The snow had slackened a little.
"Let's go to bed. We can watch TV up there."
"OK. My mother's probably going to be in her lab all evening."
"You go ahead. I'll follow you up."
Peter didn't want to argue with her, so he did as he was told. After he had gone Claire ran up to his mother's bedroom and checked the cameras. The house was still secure. There were lumps and humps sticking out of the drifting snow everywhere. Any one of them could be Peter's mother. She hoped so. The outside wind chill temperature was zero degrees Fahrenheit. Then she wiped the tapes, wiped the keypad and surfaces with a cloth, locked the door behind her, and descended to the huge entrance hall. She reconnected the door chime. If by any chance the woman had not died, it could not be traced to her. Peter didn't know, must never know.
She found Peter already in bed sitting up. He watched her. He had no idea what to expect from her.
"I might grow to like your mother," said Claire, as she undressed, put on a robe, and came to him. She sat down next to him on his side of the bed and felt around under the covers. She grasped him and softly stroked his cock. He was surprised and pleased, and he grew harder. She pulled down the covers and looked at his growing manhood.
"What flavor is he today?'
"White chocolate."
'Mmm. My favorite," she said, bending over.
- COMMENTS
Foxterot7aover 1 year agoUnusual incestuous love story because there does not appear to be any love or affection between mother and son.
rightbankabout 9 years agothree deaths might be the indicator.
What little sexual activity there was could have been fetish because it was tainted by fantasy and the absurd.
Anonymousabout 9 years agothe mom sounded like a total control well maniac so this was an interesting option for a ending if she died that is myself i love my mom but then again she is sweet and not controlling so this has no issue with this story good read
Anonymousover 9 years agoI DIDN'T LIKE HOW RHE GIRLFRIEND KILLED HIS MOM. IM THE BABY OF MY FAMILY AND CAN NOT IMAGINE MY MOM MOT AROUND ANYMORE. I HATED THAT PART
Anonymousover 10 years agoThe writing was good, but the story was not. I have to say that it left a bad taste in my mouth.
As a Christams submission this falls short. There's no thematic link - you could take Christmas out of the story and you'd have the same story.
Anonymousover 10 years agoThe mother-son coupling that was required in order to set the story in this genre is just 'barely there', far more a 'clinical' rape than true, loving consensual sex. Thus, it was barely arousing.
After that, there was only the mother's terribly warped desire, the discovery of her (presumed) accidental killings of both her husband and her elder son in lab accidents, followed by the second callous, premeditated murder in Claire's short and depraved lifetime.
Obviously, nothing further will happen for awhile. The storm will subside, morning will arrive, and Pete will go looking for his mother, to find her frozen to death scant feet from the house, apparently having lost her way between house and lab during the worst of the blizzard. This will seem a logical enough coroner's verdict, considering the fact that the normal practice of stringing heavy gauge rope between house and out-buildings (a nearly mandatory precaution in locations often subject to the blizzard condition known as a "white-out" - where you can barely see your hand in front of your face) had not been followed. The death will be ruled purely accidental, and no charges will be filed.
Time will pass, and Peter will inherit his mother's fortune and company. Since he doesn't have the science background to run it, Claire ( by now, his 'loving' wife) will suggest that he / they sell the company - reaping more millions of dollars.
And then, a year or so down the road, Peter will say or do something that displeases Claire and - having already learned how easily the truly crafty and terribly wealthy can get away with premeditated murder - she will arrange for Peter to meet with some tragic accident. That will leave her free to spend the rest of her life trying to spend around 300 million dollars.
rockyraccoon35over 10 years agoi love this, it's a perverse Stephen King mixed with Vincent Price! please follow-up with more.
