Main Characters:
Mia, 46, mom, just released from prison.
Rick, 28, Mia’s son, hydraulic engineer.
Katie Kim, 29, freelance financial crimes investigator and recovery specialist.
Roxy, 41, boat pilot, ex-sex worker.
Luke, 19, Roxy’s son, student.
*** All persons engaged in sex in this story are at least 18.
Chapter Four
It was another warm and sunny morning on Lake Mead. I was on my research boat with Roxy and headed east to Boulder Canyon.
Roxy, the forty-one-year-old ex-Vegas stripper, was wearing her usual orange windbreaker and skin-tight black capri pants.
I was in the cabin in front of my laptop, sipping coffee, and looking at the puzzling current readings that keep getting faster west of Flamingo Reef.
Since there were very few boats on the lake this morning, Roxy set on the autopilot and came into the cabin to refill her coffee cup.
“Anything interesting, Ricky?”
“Yep. The readings we did yesterday are faster by almost two kilometers per hour.”
“Is that good or bad?”
Roxy swept the blond bangs out of her eyes, then sat across from me at the kitchenette table.
“It’s not good.”
Roxy doesn’t really care about my work. She just uses work-related chit-chat to launch into something she really wants to talk about. And that’s usually sex. Since she spent another night with her son, I was expecting a doozy of a story this morning.
“Nothing’s good, Ricky. Everything’s going to shit. Everything.”
Roxy is usually very upbeat, but was terribly deflated today.
“What’s wrong?”
“Luke fucked me last night.”
I was about to sip my coffee, but my hand froze several inches from my mouth. And stayed there.
“Are you kidding?” Without sipping, I put my cup back down on the table.
“Don’t look so shocked.”
“Sorry. Well, how are you feeling now?”
“I have a beast in me, Ricky. I can’t control my fucking beast. I never could.”
“Everyone has a beast, Roxy.”
“Not like mine. I feel so guilty. Can a mother get any lower than me? I feel like I’ve betrayed my son.”
I know exactly how she feels. When I first started having sex with my mom, I thought I was the worst person in the world. I couldn’t sleep. I could hardly even eat. It was a very stressful time in my life.
“Roxy, you’re not alone.”
“I know, Ricky, but I’ve gone down a road that I can’t come back from. I mean, what do I do now? I didn’t want to have sex with him. But I can’t stop this beast inside me. I’ve lost complete control of myself.”
“Roxy, don’t make such a big deal about it. It happens. A lot. It’s not the end of the world.”
“That’s easy for you to say, Ricky. But you don’t understand what this feels like. I feel like the worst person in the world.”
“Just cool out. There’s nothing to be gained by bashing yourself.”
“What the fuck do you know about it, Ricky? I want to stop, but I can’t. You have no idea what that feels like.”
“Yes, I do.”
“You don’t know shit, Ricky. You’re just a schoolboy.”
“I’ve had sex with my mom.”
Roxy seemed confused by my sudden confession, like she was unable to process the words that came out of my mouth. She put down her cup and looked me square in the eyes.
“You what?”
“I had sex with my mom.”
That time it registered, and her blue eyes bulged out like she was a cartoon character.
“Are you lying to me to make me feel better?”
“No. It’s the truth.”
“Really?”
“Uh huh.”
“You still do it?”
“Yeah.”
“How long now?”
“The first time was when she was just released from an eight-year prison sentence. Ten years now, off and on.”
“How come you never told me this?”
“Who goes around telling people that?”
Roxy gave me the most expiated of smiles. She was relieved. Like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.
She wasn’t alone. One thing about people that have incest, they feel like social outcasts, even if no one knows their secret. It is a very isolating and regretful feeling.
And we find ourselves seeking out people just like us. The people that have had incest. The people that understand. The people that don’t judge us harshly and accept who we are.
And I have always been very attracted to women that have done it. It’s a dimension of sexuality that most women don’t voluntarily cross into, unless they’re absolute freaks. But if they pursue an incestuous lifestyle, you are in for an amazing sexual encounter, because they live at the apex of sexual desire.
“So, I guess we’re cut from the same cloth, Ricky?”
“I guess we are.”
“How come you never came on to me?”
“Roxy, we are on this small boat, every day. If something goes wrong, it would be very hard for us to work together.”
“But we’re the same, Ricky. That should count for a lot. Very few people need the kind of sex we need.”
“I understand. But I’ve had bad experiences with work romances.”
“But I’m not like other women.”
I only hear that line from women that are like other Girne Escort women.
“I know, but still, it’s not easy to get involved with someone you work with.”
“Ricky, you know why I told you about my son?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my best friend.”
“I appreciate that, Roxy, really I do.”
“But now that you told me about your mom, I just feel so much closer to you.”
From the hundreds of stories she’s told me, Roxy has pretty much done everything sexually one can imagine. Being an ex-stripper and hooker has not diminished her desire for sex, even at middle age.
And as much as I wanted her sexually, I wasn’t ready to take the next step. I was on this small boat with her, and we were practically on top of each other, every day. I’d have to take a rain check.
“Roxy, I really like you, but we’ve only got three more weeks on this boat. After we’re done, anything goes between us.”
“You promise?”
“Of course.”
Roxy smiled, ran her fingers flirtatiously through her hair, then put her hand on my wrist and squeezed it warmly.
“I do everything, Ricky. You won’t be sorry.”
“I know.” That was for sure. Roxy has told me and endless supply of very dirty stories. Lesbian, orgies, anal, femdom, glory holes, bondage, pegging, pain. You name it, she’s told me a story about it.
“Hey, you wanna hear about what I did last night?”
“Sure.”
“Well, I took an edible, hit the bathtub, then got out my magic wand so I could get to sleep. I only slept about a half-hour when my son came in my room and tripped the nightlight.”
“You didn’t lock your door?”
“No, Ricky. I was too loaded to even think about it. But anyway, I opened my eyes, and Luke was standing at the foot of the bed, with no clothes.”
“What did you do?”
“I was determined not to fuck him, Ricky. I even prepped myself for this moment. I was going to tell him I was flattered, but this is a bad idea. But it was such a rush knowing that he wanted me, it made me tingle all over. Especially in my pussy.”
“Were you nude?”
“I always sleep in the nude, I told you that. Anyway, he said he couldn’t sleep, so I told him to lie down next to me. I moved over to give him some room, and he seemed like he was having second thoughts.”
“He was gonna back out?”
“He seemed like it, but I fluffed up a pillow for him, and he finally laid down. He was really nervous, so I put my head on his shoulder to relax him. His heart was beating really fast, so I slid my thigh over his cock and left it there.”
“What did he do?”
“Nothing, he was very nervous. I asked him if he was watching porn, and he was.”
“What kind?”
“Incest porn, Ricky. The good stuff. Mother-son incest.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, and when I felt his cock poking into my thigh, I had the strongest urge to kiss him. And I did.”
“On the lips?”
“On his chin first. When I put his chin in my mouth, I got goosebumps all over my body. I couldn’t stop myself, Ricky. I was so totally crazy. It’s such an evil thing to do, to kiss my own son. But I was just overwhelmed with the urge. Probably because it was so wrong. Because I really love immoral sex. The more immoral, the more it turns me on.”
“Wow.”
“So I went right for his mouth. And it was the greatest kiss of my life. That boy of mine that I love so much kissed me so passionately. You know, I’ve kissed him thousands of times on his cheeks and forehead. I never imagined that touching tongues would give me so much pleasure. I felt it right between my legs.”
“Okay,” I gulped, feeling my cock move around in my pants. “Then what happened?”
“You know, I’ve had a lot of sexual fantasies about him while I flicked myself off, but the instinct to make love to him had complete control over me. It had always been there, in the back of my mind, and I never wanted to admit it. But it was out in the open, Ricky. I couldn’t deny it.”
“I understand.”
“And it didn’t help that Luke never had any girlfriends. He was always in his room, watching porn, and jacking off. He was always there for me, just down the hallway, with his hand around his hard cock. You don’t know how many times I thought about going in there and rolling around in his bed with him all night.”
“What happened next?”
“We made out. Just fucking deep tongue kisses. I rarely try to go deep in a guy’s throat. But I wanted to put my tongue all the way down my son’s. It was such a rush. And he got off on me just as hard. Told me he loved me so much he’d even die for me.”
“Whoa.”
“I know. But I feel the same way about him, Ricky. I can’t even distinguish between maternal and sexual love anymore. In my mind, they’re the same now. I love Luke more than anyone ever in my life, and he’s fucking taken over my heart and soul.”
“Oh. Then what happened?”
“Luke was hard as stone and was leaking all over, so I took hold of it while we made out. I went in for the taste, because I love the taste of precum. Much more than sperm. So, I squeezed his cock, got a big drip to ooze right out Magosa Escort of his piss hole, and tasted it. It gave me goosebumps. And he was so sweet. He told me he loved me again.”
“Sounds like he says that a lot.”
“It was heaven, Ricky. There is no truer love in my life than that boy.”
“Wow.”
“Then he asked if it was okay to lick my pussy, and he asked so very sweetly. I just melted.”
“What did you do?”
“I straddled his face and gave him a show. I gaped my pussy for him, then lowered down until his tongue went into me.”
“Holy shit.”
“It was so fucking nasty, Ricky. I was so fucking horny. That tongue of his is golden. He really got into me.”
“Oh my gosh.”
“So I sixty-nined him. I hadn’t done that for a while. But that fucking precum of his is just like honey. I kept squeezing his cock to bring it up, and he was flowing so much I thought he was going to cum. Then I did the worst fucking thing I could have done.”
“What’s that?”
“I wanted him to get me pregnant.”
“Probably a bad idea, Roxy.”
“I don’t know what came over me. I mean, incest is one thing. But you should never have a baby from it. I don’t know why I felt so compelled to do it.”
“It was the heat of the moment, Roxy.”
“I know. I’m not even on birth control, Ricky. I was so fucking stupid.”
“Did he cum inside you?”
“He was leaking so badly I thought he already came, but he said he didn’t. So I straddled his cock and fucked him. And he was so fucking ready that I only pumped him a few times before he came.”
“Inside you?”
“Of course, and it was a fucking mess. He’s nineteen, so he’s a walking cum pump. But I don’t ever remember such a fucking mess between my legs. But I gripped it and ripped it. I fucking clenched down on him and got myself off.”
“Wow.”
“And I fucking sucked on that fucking tongue of his as I popped off the best orgasm of my life. Nothing like it, Ricky. Nothing in my life.”
“So, how did you feel after you did it?”
“I was in heaven. I never felt true love until that moment. It was beyond anything that I ever imagined, Ricky. Beyond anything. I mean, I fucked my brother and never felt like that. I didn’t even like my brother.”
“It’s a different relationship.”
“It’s very different. Fucking my brother felt very much like fucking the assholes I met while hooking. But nothing feels like mother and son love. Nothing. And I felt so evil. You know, I love that feeling.”
“What feeling?”
“I like the feeling of being so immoral that I’d even try to have a baby with my own son. I don’t know why that turns me on so much, but it’s such a feeling of power. Like I can do anything.”
I had a hardon, but the autopilot spoiled all my fun and started beeping, which meant that we were close to our destination.
“Oh fuck,” said Roxy. “We’re here. I’ll finish the story later.”
“You’re not done?”
“Ricky, I got about an hour sleep last night. I haven’t gotten to the good part yet.”
* * *
Roxy had teed up her pussy for me, and I was using all my willpower not to swing at it. And that’s because I’m pretty certain that the concept of “fuckbuddy” has completely different meanings to men and women.
After a bad experience, I would not get involved with a fuckbuddy unless she was in a serious relationship with another man. And what could be more serious than Roxy’s newfound romance with her son?
But from my experience, she will become as jealous and financially depleting as a regular girlfriend. She will still want me to take her to an expensive dinner on her birthday, and then go to Hawaii for a week. And as all-inclusive as her relationship was with her son, she was still in the market for a regular boyfriend.
While Roxy is a fun and insanely sexual woman, she’s downstream trouble. All fun and very sexual women are downstream trouble. She’s the type that will show up at your house with a gun if you don’t return a text within two hours. And I kept that in mind and managed to avoid her overtures for “fuckbuddy” sex the rest of the workday.
It was almost 5 pm when we got back to the marina. I said goodbye to Roxy, and as I walked through the parking lot to my humble Insight, I noticed a brand-new black Range Rover parked next to it. And the driver just stepped out.
“Hi, Rick.”
It was Katie Kim. I just watched her have sex with her father last night, and she gave him the best blow job I’ve ever seen. But there was absolutely no hint of it right now. She was all business when she wanted to be, which was most of the time.
She was also stunning, dressed in a low-cut black top and tight-ass blue jeans, with her long silky black hair flapping like a flag in the stiff afternoon breeze. And once again, she greeted me without anything resembling a smile.
“Hi, Katie, what are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to you. Can I buy you dinner?”
“Sure.”
We walked over to the marina café, which was again empty, and sat in a booth in the back. We ordered Kıbrıs Escort and Katie waited for the waitress to get out of earshot before filling me in on the details of her sudden appearance.
“Sorry about popping in on you, Rick. I need to talk to you about your mom.”
“Okay.”
“Last night, she denied knowing Alina Kuznetsov.”
Alina Kuznetsov was believed to have stolen 2.6 billion dollars, along with Jarvis Karo, the CEO of my mother’s crypto exchange company.
“Yeah, so?”
Katie showed me her phone which had a photo of seven people sitting at a table in an expensive restaurant. One of those people was my mom.
“This was taken the day after the FBI visited your mother. Five of the seven partners in Enceladus were there.”
Katie then pointed her finger at a young woman at the table who was sitting next to my mom.
“And this woman is Alina Kuznetsov. Why would your mom deny knowing her?”
“I don’t know.”
“Can you ask?”
“It’s best to ask her questions without directly asking her questions. But I’ll try.”
Katie furrowed her brow, then bit into her hamburger and sipped her iced tea. Still chewing, she put her iced tea down and hit me up with one of her usual zingers.
“Why did you turn your mom in, Rick?”
“What do you mean?”
“You were the one who tipped off the FBI, weren’t you?”
I don’t know how Katie got that information, except for the fact that she is an FBI informant, among her many other affiliations. But I’ve developed a lot of credibility with Katie, as I have been truthful to almost all her questions.
“I didn’t mean to turn my mother in, Katie.”
“Tell me.”
“When I saw that Enceladus was selling Dogecoin at a steep discount, I asked my mom if this was going to turn into a rug pull. And she denied it. Said it was legit.”
“But you knew she was lying?”
“Of course. When I went to the FBI and told them I was Mia Lambrusca’s son, they said they’d do all they could to keep her out of prison, if she talks.”
“She got a light sentence, Rick. They weren’t lying. Everyone else that got pinched in that rug pull is doing fifteen years. But still, that must have been a hard thing for you to do.”
“It was. But there were forty thousand small accounts at Enceladus. People like me, with just a few thousand bucks invested. In many cases, it was everything they had in life. And I just couldn’t stand to see them get away with it. All her fucking friends are sociopaths. So, I went to the FBI, but it was too late to stop the rug pull.”
Katie brushed her long hair back behind her ears. And as she had a habit of doing, looked into my eyes for an uncomfortably long time.
“Rick, did your mother initiate your sexual relationship?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you mind telling me about it?”
Four years ago, I had dinner with Katie a lot after my mother was arrested. I had the impression that she enjoyed my company and was intrigued by my incestuous relationship with my mom. And I just found out last night that her interest in incest wasn’t passive.
Her gorgeous Asian face was usually undermined by her cold eyes, but right now, they seemed quite bright. She didn’t visit me to talk about my mom’s deliberate lie about Alina Kuznetsov. She could have called me for that.
As she always seems to do when we meet, she wants to hear more of the dirty details about my relationship with my mother.
“Not at all. My grandma died when I was just seventeen and left me her apartment in New York. I lived by myself until a year later, when my mom finished her sentence and was released into my custody. And she was immediately trying to bed me.”
“What did she do?”
“She doesn’t like to wear clothes around the house. She never has. The first thing she did when I brought her home was to take a shower and walk around stark naked. So, I just pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary and tried not to look.”
“But you did look, didn’t you?”
“Of course. I hardly knew her as a mom. I hardly ever saw her until my grandma died. And here was this nude stranger walking around my apartment, obviously hitting on me.”
“Did you have sex with her?”
“Not at first. The next day, she went out and didn’t come home until early the next morning.”
“Was she hooking?”
“Yeah.”
“When did you have sex with her?”
“About a week after she was released. She was out late again, and I went to sleep. About two in the morning, I heard some screaming coming from her bedroom. So, I opened the door and there was this old guy getting dressed and she was screaming at him about money. As soon as he saw me, he ran out the front door. That was the first time I yelled at my mom.”
“What did you say?”
“I told her to get out of my apartment.”
“Were you nude?”
“I had my boxers on.”
“What did she do?”
“She called me a ‘motherfucker’, then accused me of fucking my grandma and that’s why she left the apartment to me.”
“You fucked your grandmother?”
“No. My grandma disowned my mom after her arrest for the Revello scheme.”
“What happened next?”
“I told her to pack up her shit, but she just sat there, legs parted, and I tried hard to ignore that thing between her legs. There were two small beds in her room, and she was sitting on the edge of one of them, not hiding a thing. But I still told her to get out.”