a dish best served cold
"La vengeance est un plat qui se mange froid," Les Liasons Dangereuses (1782); Pierre Ambroise Francois Choderios de LaClos (1741-1803)
I want to express my thanks to LadyPineRose74 for her help in editing this story.
I was born in New York, but my parents moved to a small city in southern Ohio, where I grew up an only child.
I got married right out of high school. Laine was beautiful; she was slender with large breasts and great legs.
I fell in love with her in Junior year, and we were married right after graduation, and Laine was pregnant.
It wasn't a shotgun marriage. We both wanted to get married, and neither one of us wanted to end the pregnancy. Although, it was strongly suggested as an option by Laine's mother.
We got a small apartment, and I got a job with a trucking company. I was a night dispatcher, and although the pay wasn't much; it was enough to get us by. About four months after the wedding, Laine's father died of a heart attack. Laine was heart-broken; her father had supported us with respect to getting married and with keeping the child. He had been looking forward to having a grandchild.
A few months later, Laine gave birth to our daughter, Jillian. She was beautiful; I was present during the birth and was absolutely beside myself with joy.
Laine was the perfect mother, doting on her daughter. She insisted on breast feeding, citing all of the studies that indicated that babies who breast-fed were healthier, smarter and all around better off.
Soon after Jillian's birth, I started going to college. I wanted better things for my family, and this seemed the way to go. My parents were happy that I wanted to continue my education, so they paid the tuition. Having a beautiful granddaughter didn't hurt either.
On the other hand, Lane's mother, Greta was not happy. "I'm too young to be a Grandmother...they could have gotten married without that child," she complained. Greta rather forcibly suggested that we give our daughter Laine's maiden name. As the name would die out if we didn't. Laine thinking about her father's death thought it was a good idea and went along with it.
I reluctantly agreed, so my daughter's surname was Merriweather.
I adopted an attitude about my mother-in-law, agree and ignore. I would nod my head, and then do what I wanted to do.
Those first couple of years were tough. I was going to school full-time and working at night. We didn't take a vacation, or go away for those years. I took summer classes and classes during the winter break. Thus, after four and a half years, I received my Masters Degree in Bio-chemistry.
When Jillian was about two years old, Laine became pregnant again. My parents were happy, as they wanted grandchildren. On the other hand, Greta was furious.
"What the hell is wrong with you two? You can't afford a pot to piss in, and you are dropping brats all over the place. Don't think that I am going to help you two sex crazed animals with anything," She screamed.
As she had never helped us out in any way, this was no real problem, and I told her so.
Whereas Laine's pregnancy with Jillian was rather easy, this time she had a lot of problems. So much so that she spent the last month and a half in bed. My mother took care of Laine, while I was at work.
Just before Laine gave birth, Greta had the audacity to insist that the new baby have the Merriweather name, because when "that one" gets married, she won't have that name anymore.
I looked her straight in the eyes, and said, "NO WAY! This child will be a Wallace."
When she started to argue with me, I said, "Greta, you can go fuck yourself, because this child will have my name."
A few weeks later, after a very difficult labor, Laine gave birth to beautiful boy, Gregory Joseph Wallace. Laine was overjoyed. She had a son, a wonderful, beautiful son.
Ricky, the nickname Laine gave him, was the light of her life. She doted on him, nothing was too good for him, and nothing was too much for him.
Laine was a good mother to both children, but anyone could see that Ricky was the apple of her eye. But, in her defense, she was a wonderful mother to Jilly.
After, I graduated I got a job with a small pharmaceutical company. It paid a lot better than the dispatcher job, and within a year or so, we moved into a house of our own. Things were going good.
I enjoyed the work and really liked the bosses, and more importantly, they liked me. As the years passed, I rose in the company, eventually getting a quarter share in it. As it was a closely held corporation, we considered ourselves to be a partners, rather than shareholders.
However, as the years passed, Laine slowly changed. She ever so gradually became like Greta. She was extremely critical of me and to a lesser degree with Jillian. Nothing I did was good enough, and everything I said was wrong.
She was never satisfied. Even though I was making an incredible salary, it was never enough. Not that she was extravagant, or wasted money, I just didn't make enough. She was not happy that I worked for such a small company.
"Why can't you get a real job with a big corporation, and make real money," she complained.
For all intents and purposes sex with Laine stopped. In the last ten years I could count the number of times we had sex on one hand.
How I had allowed this to happen, I have no idea. It just evolved into a completely unhappy situation.
Ricky was now nineteen and was totally self-centered. He had to be the most selfish person I ever met. All I was good for was providing him with an easy life.
If I so much as attempted to deny him something, he ran to his mother and after berating me, she gave him whatever he wanted. He did no wrong; in her eyes he was the perfect son.
At twenty-one years old, Jilly was in her last semester of grad school and would have her Masters in Elementary Education in May. She already had a teaching job in Chicago and would start there in September.
She was moving to Chicago in July after graduation.
I was going to miss her terribly. She was the only loving thing in my life.
One night in early May, I came home from the office a little early. As I got out of the car, Jilly ran up to me and hugged me.
She said, "I just came out to go for a walk. Come for a walk with me...Please, Daddy."
"Oh, my baby, I'm tired, all I want to do is go in the house sit and have a drink and relax," I groaned.
"PLEASE, Daddy, Just a short walk, Please," she begged.
How could I say no?
Well, the walk was not short, we were out for about an hour, when I told her I was really tired and we went back home.
Going into her house, Jilly yelled, "Hi. I'm home."
Ricky yelled from upstairs, "So what?"
Laine yelled from the kitchen, "How was your day, sweet heart?"
Before Jilly could answer, I said. "Not too bad. How was your day?"
Laine said, in a voice filled with venom, "I was talking to Jillian, not you."
I laughed and said, "Yea, I know."
I went up stairs to my room, (Yes, we had separate rooms) changed and came down and made myself a drink.
As usual, Laine lit into me about drinking, and that I was an alcoholic.
Just a typical night in the Wallace household. I went up to bed early.
The following Thursday I arrived home around 7:00 pm. Thursday was the usual partner meeting night. We would sit around and discuss the week, any ongoing projects, etc. Most of the time is was casual; we would have a couple of drinks, then leave around 9:30 pm.
As I had just closed on a rather lucrative contract that afternoon, the partners' meeting was canceled.
I went to the front door, and when I opened it I found that the chain was on. Knowing that I didn't want to hear Laine complain that she had to unlock the chain, I walked around to the back door, which was never locked.
As I walked along the side of the house, I passed the living room window. The light was on and I saw my wife, Laine, and my son, Ricky, with their arms around each other. They were kissing, not a mother/son kiss, they were locked in a passionate embrace. But, the thing that completely shocked me was that they were both stark naked.
Ricky's one hand was on his mothers ass, and the other was fondling her breast. Laine had her hand on Ricky's ass and was stroking his erect dick with the other. Their mouths were open, and it was obvious that their tongues were in each other's mouth.
When the kiss broke, Laine said, "Oh god, Ricky! I need you in me. I want your big cock in me, right now."
Ricky moaned and said, "Mom, anything, anything for you."
Laine dropped down onto the couch, pulling Ricky on top of her. She spread her legs. One leg went back onto the back of the couch, and the other was on the floor.
Ricky was lying between his mother's legs.
Laine reached down, grabbed his cock and guided it to her glistening vagina.
When his cock was lined up with his mother's vaginal lips, he lunged forward, impaling his mother with his stiff dick.
Laine screamed and wrapped her legs around her son's waist.
Ricky started to pump his dick into his mother's vagina. Laine was humping her hips in rhythm with her son's
I stood there watching them fuck for what seemed like hours.
Then, Laine started to moan and scream. I knew that she was close to cumming, as I had experienced it when we fucked.
"RICKY...RICKY...RICKY, fuck me! Fuck me harder. I'm almost there. Fuck me till I cum. FUCK ME...FUCK ME," she screamed.
Ricky was humping away at his mother's cunt. He was yelling, "Oh MOM...MOM...I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."
"Yes, my darling, cum. Cum in your Mommy's cunt. I want your cum. I want it in me. Fill me with your wonderful seed. I want it in me. Give me your seed, and make me pregnant. Plant a baby in your mother's womb," Laine moaned.
"Yes Mom, I'll fill you with my cum. I want to get you pregnant. I want you to have my baby. OH GOD, MOM...OH GOD." He screamed, as he stiffened and started to ejaculate into his mother's cunt.
Laine arched her back and groaned, as she started to orgasm. She was shaking her head from side to side, knowing nothing except her own pleasure, complete in the knowledge that it was her own flesh and blood, her own child who was giving her such pleasure.
It seemed that Ricky ejaculated into her for hours. He filled Laine to overflowing. As he started to pull out, Laine pulled him back into her saying, "I want you in me longer. I want to keep as much of your cum in me as possible. I want this to be the time you impregnate me."
She really wanted her son's baby. She wanted to give birth to her son's child. I was in shock.
Finally, Ricky got off of his mother and helped her up. I could see the cum leaking out of her cunt and running down her leg.
They passionately kissed, and Laine laughingly said, "We better get cleaned up. We wouldn't want your sister walking in on this mess. Soon, but not now."
"Be a bit of a shock for her, wouldn't it." Ricky said, smiling.
I turned around and walked back to the car. I opened the door and got in. I have no idea how long I sat there staring into space.
I came back to earth, when I heard a voice saying, "Daddy...DADDY, are you okay?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned and saw Jillian by the window. She had a worried look on her face.
I opened the door and said, "Jilly, you nearly scared me to death. But, yes I'm okay, just tired. We closed the Baker contract today, and I'm dead tired."
She smiled and pulling me out of the car said, "Come on, let's get inside. I will make you a good strong drink, and you can relax."
We went in the house. Laine was in the kitchen, cleaning up, and Ricky was upstairs in his room.
I went into the living room and sat on the couch. The one on which my son had been fucking my wife.
Nothing was out of place. Jillian made me a bourbon on the rocks and brought it to me. Laine walked in the room. I expected her to get on me about the drink, but she just asked about my day.
I told her about closing the contract. She told me that was wonderful, that I had worked on it so hard, so why don't I just relax with my drink.
I was flabbergasted; Laine hadn't been this nice to me in ages. What was wrong? Was I going crazy? Did I imagine what I saw through the window? Did it really happen?
I began to question my sanity. I put my hand on the cushion to push myself forward, and it slipped between the cushions. I felt something on my hand. I looked and saw a whitish thick liquid on my hand. It was my son's cum. Laine hadn't cleaned up well enough.
I downed my drink and went upstairs to my room. I fell on the bed and lay there until I fell asleep.
I went into the office very early. I didn't want to have to see Laine or Ricky.
I spent the morning just staring out of the window. Not seeing anything, just staring.
At about 11:30 am, my secretary buzzed me. There was a Sgt. Augustoni from the local Police Department in the reception room, and he was asking to see me.
I told her to send him right in. I was afraid that something had happened or that someone was hurt.
He came in; I shook his hand and offered him a seat. He looked very uncomfortable. I asked him what the problem was.
He looked at the floor and asked me how I would describe the relationship between my children and my wife.
I told him that Laine was a very loving mother and was very good with them.
He looked at me and said, "Sir, it seems that your wife and your son have been involved in an incestuous sexual relationship, and that your wife could possibly be pregnant by your son."
I looked around saying, "No...no...no...that's...that's..."
He misunderstood what I meant, and said, "I know that you don't want to believe that it is true. We received a number of video tapes showing them having sexual relations. We obtained a search warrant and executed it early this morning.
"Only your wife and son were home, and when we went into the house, we found them engaged in a sex act."
I had my head in my hands shaking my head saying, "No...no...no..." over and over.
"I'm really sorry that I have to tell you this. They have been taken to the County Court House and will be arraigned there. You could go there, and see what you can do. Again, I'm so sorry for you." He said, softly as he left.
I went out of the building and drove to the Court House.
When I arrived at the Court House, I had to wait for about an hour before Laine and Ricky were brought out.
Laine was brought out in handcuffs. As soon as she saw the Judge, she started to scream that they had no right to arrest her. She was in her own house, and who do you think you are to pass judgment on her and her son.
All the while the Judge was telling her to quiet down, but she went on and on, until the Judge had enough.
The judge stood up and shouted, "Shut up. Just who do you think you are? You have been charged with a very serious crime, and you are here for ME to decide if you should be allowed out on bail."
It did no good. Laine just went on screaming, and the Judge screamed, "They are remanded to the County Jail, to be held there until the Felony Hearing.
Laine and Ricky were going to jail.
As she was being taken out of the Court Room, she saw me and started screaming at me how all of this was my fault.
I just stared at her, not feeling a thing. I hated the bitch.
I went back to the office and called a criminal lawyer for Laine and Ricky, and then called a divorce lawyer for me.
I was able to contact Jillian and told her that she should stay with a friend, if she could, as I was afraid that there would be a media blitz at the house.
I went home early and was surprised to find no one there. I don't know why, but it seemed that the media were not really interested. I was really happy about that.
It turned out that Laine was not pregnant.
The next few weeks were hell. With the criminal proceedings and the divorce. The divorce went off rather easily.
The first time that Laine appeared in Divorce Court and started to scream that she deserved everything, the Judge threatened to gag her. When Laine didn't shut up, the Judge had her gagged.
Laine behaved after that. Basically, we split everything 50/50. I sold everything, the house, the cars...everything. I gave up my shares in the company and that money was split.
There was however, a bonus that I received, a very generous bonus that was not included in the settlement. I wanted something out of this mess.
Jillian moved to Chicago, as soon as she could. I made sure that she had enough money to hold her, until she started to work.
I left my job. I was able to fine a research job with a small pharmaceutical company in Ft. Carson, Colorado, about an hour and a half north of Denver. I moved there before the trial.
I had a small apartment and kept to myself. I talked to Jillian quite often. Either I called her or she called me.
In September, Jillian started to teach. She loved it. She had something to do, and it kept her mind off of her mother and brother's situation.
I wouldn't attend the trial, but I heard stories.
Laine seemed to have lost her mind. She didn't take any advice and never shut up. She berated the Judge, the jury, the prosecutors, and even her own attorneys.
Not surprisingly, they were found guilty. That seemed to send Laine off the deep end. Both her and Ricky went on a tirade at the sentencing. The Judge threw the book at them giving them twenty-five years.
When I heard that, I had absolutely no reaction. I didn't care. That was behind me now, and I wanted to start anew.
Both of my parents had passed away about ten years before this, and Laine's mother died about a year before. It was sort of a blessing, as I believe that they would have suffered terribly.
In March of the next year, I had to go to Chicago for a conference. I was to give a talk about a new procedure that I had developed with my new company.
The conference ran from Monday thru Friday. I was to give my talk on Thursday afternoon. Friday was a very abbreviated schedule. Most people would just check out of the hotel and get to the airport.
I called Jillian and told her that I would be in Chicago for a week. She was elated.
"Oh, Daddy, I can't wait to see you. I have missed you so much. I want to spend as much time with you as I can. We will be able to spend your birthday together, this is a big one you know," she gushed.
"You don't have to remind me. Now, I will really be your 'Old Man'," I moaned.
"Oh Daddy, forty isn't old at all," she laughed.
"Oh yeah, lets see what you say in eighteen years." I said trying to sound sad.
She started to giggle and said, "But Daddy, in eighteen years I will only be twenty nine."
"Twenty nine," I howled, "and you with a degree in mathematics! I'm going to demand a refund from that alma mater of yours."
We spent the rest of the telephone conversation arranging when we would be able to meet, and Jilly insisted that I check out of the hotel on Friday morning, so she would bring me to stay at her apartment, until I caught my flight home on Sunday.
I couldn't wait to see her. I missed her so much.
On the Sunday, I was to fly to Chicago, but there was a snow storm in Denver. My flight was delayed for hours. Jilly wanted to meet me at the airport, but as I wouldn't be getting in until after 3:00 am, I wouldn't hear of it.
I told her that we would have dinner on Monday, after the conference.
I got the hotel around 4:00 am, checked in, went to my room and went to bed.
The next morning I registered at the conference and confirmed my scheduled talk for Thursday afternoon. I attended a few of the talks, and then went and took a short nap.