Inherited Decadence

By Rolland Hayes

Rolland Haynes was born in the midst of the Great Depression in the Missouri Ozarks. In fact the Great Depression did not aff ect him as he tells it. Where he lived was always in an economic depression. His family were fi ercely independent hill people who used the niggardly resources from the Ozark hills to survive. They were no strangers to moon shinning, bootlegging, and making their own rules to survive.

Haynes received a B. S. in Educati on from Southwest Missouri State College, at Springfi eld, Missouri, a Masters of Arts from the University of Missouri at Kansas City, Missouri. He att ended Arkansas State for graduate credit, and Memphis state for post graduate work. He studied at Inter-American University at Salti llo Coahuila, Mexico.

Most of his employment has been in public educati on. He taught social studies at the secondary level, and at the college level. He has also worked in educati onal administrati on and curriculum. He raised a family that was ethnically and racially diverse. He was an acti ve advocate in the civil right movement for several years. Currently he resides in McAllen, Texas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 30, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452051703

Rolland Hayes

   Rolland Haynes was born in the midst of the Great Depression in the Missouri Ozarks. In fact the Great Depression did not affect him as he tells it. Where he lived was always in an economic depression. His family were fiercely independent hill people who used the niggardly resources from the Ozark hills to survive. They were no strangers to moon shinning, bootlegging, and making their own rules to survive.    Haynes received a B. S. in Education from Southwest Missouri State College, at Springfield, Missouri, a Masters of Arts from the University of Missouri at Kansas City, Missouri. He attended Arkansas State for graduate credit, and Memphis state for post graduate work. He studied at Inter-American University at Saltillo Coahuila, Mexico.   Most of his employment has been in public education. He taught social studies at the secondary level, and at the college level.  He has also worked in educational administration and curriculum. He raised a family that was ethnically and racially diverse. He was an active advocate in the civil right movement for several years. Currently he resides in McAllen, Texas

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First published by AuthorHouse 6/24/2011

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Inherited Decadence

Contents

CHAPTER 1 Twi Mamma

CHAPTER 2 The Chastity Belt

CHAPTER 3 The Phony Sexual Addiction Cure

CHAPTER 4 Getting God’s Permission to Fornicate

CHAPTER 5 Descent into Drug Addiction Sexual Degeneracy

CHAPTER 6 Marty’s In-laws and the Darling Son

CHAPTER 7 Lucy Kimball And The Banking Matriarchs

CHAPTER 8 Flirting With Seduction

CHAPTER 9 The Lie

CHAPTER 10 George and Marty The Love Birds

CHAPTER 11 George, The Sexual Sociopath

CHAPTER 12 Marty

CHAPTER 13 Jen Morris

CHAPTER 14 Karen Morris

CHAPTER 15The Dinner Parties

CHAPTER 16 The Refugees

CHAPTER 17 Carlos

CHAPTER 18 An Oklahoma Embarrassment

CHAPTER 19 Plain

CHAPTER 20 Plain’s Seduction

CHAPTER 21 Truth

CHAPTER 22 The Boss

CHAPTER 23 The Plan

CHAPTER 24 Getting Even

CHAPTER 25 The Big Day

CHAPTER 26 The New George

CHAPTER 27 The Separation

CHAPTER 28 The Progeny

CHAPTER 29 Twin Brothers

CHAPTER 30 Marty’s Needs

CHAPTER 31 The Unwanted Intruder

CHAPTER 32 Marty’s Problem

CHAPTER 33 Telling It All

CHAPTER 34 The Reunion

INTRODUCTION

Inherited Decadence

This novel explains how decadent behavior of one generation determined the lives and lifestyles of some of its second generation family members.

This novel begins with a sexual encounter between a sexually addicted depraved woman who will go to murderous extremes to have her adopted son as her lover. Both are victims of their past sexual passions and their future ambitions. The mother has an exploitive incestuous past. It was perpetuated by her youthful sexually manipulative machinations to get what she wanted in a dysfunctional family. Her adopted son is enabled by his father who is responsible for raising a male child to be his alter ego. The father taught his son, George, to see and use women as objects to admire and vessels to satisfy insatiable sexual urges. His mother, Twi Mamma, but not his biological parent wants to use her adopted son as her own sex toy to satisfy her sexual addiction. Neither of the two sex addicts is aware that they are part of a family matrix that is attempting to determine the woman’s adopted son’s fate. For him and the other characters in this novel who are family members have had their lives influenced and even determined by the actions of a mother and her daughter to save a family’s financial fortune. The actions and interactions between mother and daughter influence the live of their progenitors. This is the nexus of this novel.

The story unfolds within a family context when a sexually addicted woman and her adopted son discuss their sex lives while the wife of the adopted son does her Saturday shopping. The mother is determined to steal away her adopted son for herself. Meanwhile other family members have plans for the mother’s adopted son. His father has plans for his adopted son, his wife has plans for her husband’s adopted son, the wife’s girl friend has plans for her husband, and the biological mother has plans for her son, and finally the adopted son’s biological father has plans for his adopted son. Combine these plans and insert them in a whirlpool of family intrigue makes the disparate family products of an inherited decadence.

The novel culminates when the family members come from all parts of the Western Hemisphere to meet and learn of their past, and how their family might dictate their futures. The novel ends when the main character of the novel maneuvers her way emotionally and sexually through a maze of sexually depraved people who are her husband’s family. The novel also evolves within historical, political, and social events of the times - The Korean War, the removal of the Allende Government in Chile, the Sandinista Government in Nicaragua, Sweden’s acceptance of Chilean refugees, Mexican immigration, and local history in America where the family saga begins.

INHERITED DECADENCE

CHAPTER 1

Twi Mamma

It is about time for Twi Mamma, George Pace thought after Marty, his wife, kissed him goodbye and left him at the kitchen table. Saturday was Marty’s day to have her hair and nails done and get a facial especially her Botox treatment. It was her day to shop especially for personal things. It was simply her day to do woman things, she told her husband George.

After George finished his breakfast, he wheeled himself into the bathroom. He used his powerful arms to get in the tub. After he soaked, bathed, and toweled off, he slipped on his white cotton briefs. Then he used his muscled arms to hoist himself back into his wheel chair. Next, he motored to his bathroom sink, shaved, washed his teeth, combed his hair, and put on some cologne. Now he was ready for his regular weekend sexual liaison with Twi Momma, his mother to the outside world especially to his friends, and the local community; nevertheless, he knew she was not his mother. She was his seductress.

Since George had returned home from the war, Twi Mamma sometimes called him war stud. He spent a short stint in Water Reed Hospital but not long enough to get prosthetic feet. Twi Mamma insisted that George be brought home. She and her husband, Jack Pace, had plans to get him some feet. In the meantime George had to utilize a motorized wheel chair to get around as he did when he motored to the front door to unlock it. When he returned to his bedroom, he used his powerful muscled arms to lift himself out of his wheel chair to position himself on his bed for his fake mother, his seductress.

George and Twi Mamma had been having a unique kind of sex ever since he was almost twenty. He was contented knowing that she was not his mother. It took the guilt away, and the fear that he suffered from the Oedipus complex. He learned about it in his college psychology class.

George believed that Twi Mamma, his name for her, was unaware that he knew she was not his mother. His father, Jack Pace told his supposed to be son, George, when he was sixteen that Twi Mamma was not his mother. That statement coming from his father made George feel free of any guilt. To him it made it her fair game. It took away the guilt feelings he had for wanting to seduce her, and after he did seduce her, he definitely felt no guilt or remorse. Moreover, it was so important to hear it from his father that his supposed to be mother was not his mother. In fact he could tell by his father’s tone of voice that daddy Jack Pace had no respect for his wife.

Twligh Pace certainly was a voluptuous woman with a sweet melodic childlike voice, an innocent baby face, pouty lips, peaches and cream skin, and silky flaxen hair. Twi Momma was not only a voluptuous woman, but she had the other sin that most appealed to men, George believed. Twi Mamma looked so angelic, innocent, and vulnerable. When she smiled, her angelic look made George feel as if he was the one and only man for her in the sexual universe. He was her protector, and she was his sex kitten slave. Her big round blue eyes, her sensuous puckered lips, rosy cheeks, upturned nose, dimpled chin and silky flaxen blond hair gave her an innocent childlike quality. Combine all these physical facial qualities with her little girl sounding sweet melodic high pitched tone of voice and his libido increased in intensity when she spoke. Now George was sexually hooked for a moment but only for a moment. He too was as Twi Mamma. He was a self centered sexual sociopath. Nevertheless, he could understand how a straight up monogamous dude who wanted one woman to be his sex slave would find in her the perfect mate. That is if he couldn’t see through her passive sexual act, or maybe he just did not care as long he was sexually satisfied. He too loved the kind of slavish attention she gave him as long as he didn’t have to reciprocate. George knew his instinctual sex drive drove him to posses her until his sexual urges were satisfied. However, after he took her sexually, he realized her vulnerable innocence looking face and her sweet melodic tone of voice were used as his facial and body nuances were used along with his words to get what he wanted, sex.

Twi Mamma learned in her youth how to put all of her sexual assets together to sexually entrap a man to do her bidding. Her beautiful vulnerable innocent look and her voluptuous body made her more sexually appealing than just any piece of ass. She was more because she was a sexual aggressor addicted to sex who pretended to be a sex slave, but in reality she was using her sexual slavery to manipulate her master. These kinds of woman aroused jealously and suspicion in some men to posses her. In these men they were not so sexually perceptive. They failed to recognize that she was the sexual master.

George was convinced that her sexual slavery act was only that an act. She did it to obtain sexual control over her sexual victim. He knew her sexual slavery act was performed only to satisfy her sexual pleasure. Not in anyway was it solely intended to sexually serve her master. It was done for her sexual pleasure.

George understood why his daddy Jack kept his wife covered in frumpy clothes and had a chastity belt made just for her. He would have done the same if she was his wife.

Twi Mamma is the kind of female who uses men, manipulates them, lies to them, deceives them, and never feels guilty for her actions. She is a predator female sociopath. He had heard her laugh once in her sweet melodic sounding childlike voice after she had pulled the wool over her husband, Jack Pace’ eyes when she got her friend to make her a fake invoice to show to her husband. He had to reimburse her for paying the plumbing bill. She had no expenses to pay from her annual check she received from her husband except for her own personal expenses. It was no wonder Jack Pace paid most of the bills, went shopping for household things, and gave a cheap tithe to the church. He never fully trusted Twi Mamma.

When George was in his early adult years he could not identify it specifically, but he knew it was more than her voluptuous body, or her child like innocent looking facial beauty, and her sweet sounding melodic voice that had a ring of vulnerability to it. There was something else about her that made him want her sexually, but it also made him fear her sexually. As he matured sexually he knew what it was. She was into so many sexually deviate acts. He realized that she was as sexually aggressive as he was and more. Yet she was able to shroud her sexual aggression into a weak sexual pretentiousness to arouse macho and sexual aggression in a man. Around her, George could not control his sexual hormones when he had not been sexually relieved in awhile. He sometimes was ashamed of himself for feeling the way he did toward her, and he would have denied it vehemently to anyone that he did, but he masturbated and played with himself every chance he got just thinking about her. It was Twi Mamma’s fault. Twi Mamma could get him hard in a heart beat. At first when he was around Twi Mamma he was still uncertain and not confident of his sexual powers. He also knew that he was not respectful of girls who gave him what his sexual urges desired. His morals told him that it was even dirty for nice girls to have sex with him. After he had been pleasured he wanted nothing to do with them. In fact he thought the girls were stupid for believing what he told them to have his way with them. Jack Pace lectured him on the kind of woman he would marry one day. His father had forewarned him that the stupid ones were easy and vulnerable, and if they were sexually aggressive they were sluts. They would fuck anyone for their pleasure. He knew women were not supposed to be sexually aggressive unless they were sluts. Subconsciously he knew that he viewed females as good or bad, mostly maybe not bad except the sexually aggressive ones. Women generally were not intelligent and but weak minded when it came to sex. Men had to do the thinking for them most of the time. The bad girls were the aggressive ones, the sluts.

Sex was simply predicated by George’s instincts. When he reached manhood his sexual instincts urged him to shoot his load into a girl instead of into his socks. His sexual confidence had also developed. He believed he had the looks and the gift of gab it took to sexually score on any chick if he wanted too. When his sexual confidence was fully developed, George was twenty years old. He also believed that Twi Mamma was the ultimate in sexual pleasure, but he no illusions about her. She was a slut. His father’s treatment of her confirmed to George that she was a low life slut. No matter she was not considered as quite human. She was the ultimate sex receptacle. She worshiped him. His ego was stroked. He believed Twi Mamma acted toward him sexually as he believed his father, Jack Pace, had taught him all women should act toward a superior man such as him. Twi Mamma put him on a pedestal. She worshiped him sexually as she entertained him sexually. This was the ultimate sexual rush, George knew. As he aged he had many of the Twi Mamma types. He admired them for they knew how to utilize their sexual skills to control a man for the moment especially a sexually dominant man as he believed he was. George came to realize he was a target for the sexually passive but possessive women. They pretended to crave him, and attempted to convince him they served him as their master, but they were only using their sexual slave act to satisfy their sexual urges. Hue knew they were just sluts. He believed sluts were more sexually entertaining because they were slaves to their sexual addictions.

George knew he could never satisfy his Twi Mamma sexual possessiveness. She was the most possessive sexual control freak he had ever had, and she was the most sexually pleasurable, but not at the price of making him monogamous and under her control. He believed that most men would be attracted to Twi Mamma’s sexual worship, even get off on it, but not for a monogamous sexual relationship. She was too sexually freakish. He believed good women, the kind a man took for a wife were supposed to be more concerned with making her man the dominant sexual partner. Of course a man’s wife should never refuse her husband’s sexual drive. However, the man should be the sexual aggressor. A wife should not only see that her husband is sexually satisfied, but take his advice, do as she was told her, provide a good home for him and his children, and stand behind him.

George believed Twi Mamma was the kind of female no man should have for a wife. She liked sex more than he did. That made her a slut. He believed that Twi Mamma gravitated to womanizers. Simply said she was a sexual drug for the womanizers. They could get a hit from her sexual favors and move on. She wanted to seduce them as they wanted to seduce her. They were not interested in making their sexual relationship a permanent thing. They were womanizers. She was the same way except for one man she told George.

To Twligh Pace her George was the most sexual man she had ever had. In fact he was the only man who never let up when they had sex. He could ejaculate and continue having sex until she told him to stop. She wanted to take control of the sex act between the two. When she could not have George, she lusted for many men who were in his image. She believed men who were fearful of sexually aggressive women were sexually inhibited, and monogamous by nature. They didn’t appeal to her. If they were attracted to her it was because of her vulnerable pure sweet pious angelic looks and her childlike melodic voice. A few monogamous men who were attracted to her seemed to want to jealousy guard and posses her for their own.

Always the one man Twi Mamma wanted to posses was George. She would go to extremes to make him her man. When he was unavailable to seduce her, she found a substitute. If she was under the influence of cocaine she substituted one for many. Twi Momma believed George Pace was her problem. She wanted to be sexually dependent upon him while at the same time control him, and if she could not have him, she looked to find him in another man. Twilgh often thought maybe she chased George because she could not posses him. That worried her too. She feared if George let her posses him she would not want him, but George was not aware of this.

George knew he really did not need his father, Jack Pace, telling him that the baby faced innocent voluptuous woman who had a child like melodic feminine voice was not his mother. It only reinforced what he felt. It was her actions toward him all of his life that convinced him that she was not his mother. In fact, he was glad she wasn’t because it excused her behavior toward him, and it cleared his conscience for the way he had grown to think about her since he was sixteen.

George always thought there was something wrong between them even when he was a child. She never gave him any parental attention or affection the way other kids received love and affection from their mother’s. The only time she noticed him was to tell him to do something. Moreover, it was done in either an indifferent or a scowling manner. George believed he was a non-entity to Twiligh Pace until he matured into a healthy muscular attractive young man. George knew he was a handsome muscular young man too. The girls at school told him so. But no wonder he was a looker he thought. He worked at it. His father had a complete physical work out gym for him at home. He spent hours in the gym too, and so did Twi Mamma. He could never remember when her body was not perfect. Her large breasts were firm and her hourglass figure showed no blemishes or fat anywhere.

George’s home life was very private. He learned as he matured that it was because of his father. He allowed no one in the house. They had no family or friends visit them. They never had guests. His wife was for his own private viewing.

Twi Mamma was blessed with a beautiful baby face that had a sensuous tone to it that was manifest in her puckered protruding lips. In fact she did what no woman did. She made up her face to look plain when she was with her husband in public. She covered her rosy checks, toned down her peaches and cream completion, and she covered her voluptuous body. When Twi Mamma was home she dressed in skimpy attire so that Jack Pace could admire his wife’s voluptuous body for himself and only for himself. When Twi Mamma was in public, she dressed not only to cover her body, but she acted as if she was a frumpily dressed religious zealot. She did that at home too when the housekeeper was there. In fact when George was a tiny boy, she stayed in her own quarters in the house during the day. It was only when Twi Mamma was able to leave town to see her family or friends that she was given permission to dress as she wanted to dress, but she could do that only when she was out of town.

Jack Pace hired a nanny to raise George until he was about ten. Back then, no one else came into the house except the housekeeper who came early in the morning and stayed until noon five days a week. Then Jack Pace came home. He took George to lunch, then to his work place with him, or he left him with a babysitter until he came home.

As George grew into maturity, he knew his home life was not normal, nor was it normal in public. His parents never had anyone over to dinner or for drinks, or just to stop by to visit. In fact, Twi Mamma did not approve of liquor. She had no time for cocktails. She spent her time either on the phone, in the gym, in front of the mirror, or at church, but most bizarre of all to George was the attire she wore when she went public. He never understood why until he was able to get the secret from her. It was stunning to him to observe how she covered her voluptuous body with frumpy clothes, and a beehive wig. She wore make up to give her plain Jane look along with some fake wire eye glasses. She even wore cotton stockings and black string tied boots and sometimes pumps. She reminded anyone who saw her as someone who dressed somewhere between an Amish or an Anabaptist woman. Her personality fit her clothes too. She acted shy, withdrawn, indifferent and reclusive. However, when she dressed normal, she was quite talkative even animated when she was far enough away from her home that no one would recognize her especially when her husband was not in her presence.

Twi Mamma met a friend at church who became her phone friend, and her lunch friend. Her name was Helen. She never came to visit. Helen was a secretary for Marty Pace, George’s wife. Twi Mamma did nearly all of her visiting on the phone. She talked on the phone every day to Helen, her local friend that she met at church. She had another friend in Carthage, Ester, and she had relatives in Springfield. They were the extent of her friends and associates. The big public local event of her life was the lunch she had frequently with her church friend, Helen, at Russ’s Restaurant, the best restaurant in town. The out of town visits when she went to Springfield to visit her relatives or even visit her close friend Ester in Carthage was her free time. She was free to dress normal. On the way to these visits she had to stop on the way at a service station to change clothes and then travel on.

The visits to her relatives were an all day thing. Her visits to her friend in Carthage were mostly a weekend thing until her friend and her husband moved away.

George never had any friends that he could invite home, not anyone, not even the dudes, and his jock friends. Home was off limits to his friends. That order came directly from his father, Jack Pace, and George never disobeyed his father.

As George thought back about his past, he could see how easy for both he and Twi Mamma to become involved sexually when he was a mature young man. They were alone in the house to much. But at school and at school activities it was different. He was very social. He was the consummate outgoing extroverted athletic young man.

When George demanded that Jack Pace answer some questions about his parentage, his daddy Jack was not happy for having to tell his George the truth about his mother. Jack had been concerned about George learning his true identity for some time when he learned that a young man attending school with George was his look alike. He knew there was talk about it, and he knew it was going to cause problems. He knew that George was going to asked him to tell the truth, or part of it when he told George that Twi Mamma was not his mother.

George even had concerns about his father being his parent, but he had to shut off such thoughts to make his life bearable. Moreover, he dared not question his father. In fact, the more George saw Plain Thomas the more he feared the truth. He believed that Jack Pace might not be his father, and he did not want to accept that. Therefore, he closed such thoughts from his mind. His father was his life, and he knew it too. Why? He knew his father put him on a pedestal, gave him materially whatever he wanted. He resented his father in only one way. Jack Pace controlled him. He made George’s life easier for he had no responsibilities. His father did his thinking and decision making for him. George learned to agree with his daddy Jack Pace. Then everything was all good or his daddy would make it good.

Questioning his paternal origins started when Plain Thomas enrolled in school. When George first saw Plain, he was in shock. He saw his double. This reinforced his suspicions that Twi Mamma was not his mother. He knew there was something wrong when his buddies, friends, and even some students he barely knew told him he and Plain Thomas had to be brothers; moreover, they had to be identical twins, they told him. It caused a lot of soul searching; mental confusion, and identity confusion for a while until George and Plain had to accept or reject that they were of the same blood, and that was just to difficult to accept. Therefore, they refused to accept what they suspected. They wore their letter jackets most of the time, or athletic shirts with their names and letters on them to avoid identity confusion.

George knew that it had to be more than sheer coincidence that they favored in looks after seeing Plain one day in the locker room. They were both standing in front of a mirror after football practice. George saw Plain in the mirror next to his reflection. At first, it confused him. For he thought he was seeing double. Then he came face to face with reality. No doubt that Plain was his double, and he knew Plain recognized it too, as they observed how they were look a likes. George knew Plain had the dishwater blond hair, a full head of it too. Plain had a rivulet of hair from his chest down to his private parts, then down on his hairy thighs onto his legs. He stood like George too. They had small ankles, strong muscled thighs, protruding muscled butts, small waist, muscled chest and arms. There was no fat on either of these leaned muscled young men. They were six foot hard muscled v shaped young men who attracted attention by the way they looked, and especially how they walked. They walked with a sexual strut. It embellished their cocky attitudes and handsome facial features that appealed to girls and made the dudes admire how the two carried themselves. Their faces contained strong jaws, dimpled chins, dimpled cheeks, and sharp noses. Their green eyes, long eyelashes, and their bushy eyebrows were identical as were their small flat against their head’s ears. Plain acted as if he was oblivious to their look alike status.

George wanted to say something about it, but when he turned to stare at Plain, he got a dirty look, a scowl from Plain, a high school fuck you look that said, don’t dare say it much less think it, even if you want to think it. After that day, George did something about it. He grew a small mustache and goatee. It was just enough that he looked different from Plain and not enough to cause the school administration to censor his facial hair.

Plain was a new student. He had attended school at Girard for several years. George disliked it when students began talk in front of him and in Plain’s presence especially when they made comparisons and comments about how he and Plain looked alike. It was more so after he got the cold shoulder from Plain in the dressing room. Thereafter, George’s indifference to Plain changed. He disliked Plain.

George believed Plain resented the fact that they were look a likes. George started to feel the same way too. Moreover, he never heard of a complete stranger being identical to another person, and it was made worse for it involved him, George Pace, the big jock at school. This hurt. No one could be like him. He knew there had to be some explanation for it. There could not be two Georges. His ego would not tolerate it.

When George told his father about Plain Thomas, his look alike, his father attempted to explain it in a conundrum, but George could not figure it out. Moreover, that was not good enough for George. He had just recently gotten Jack Pace to admit Twi Mamma was not his mother. So the next step was to assume that maybe he and Plain had the same mother. He even accused his father of trying to avoid giving him an answer or simply telling the truth. It was the first time in his life that he felt his father was giving him the run around, and he told him so. That hurt Jack Pace. For George was his alter ego. Therefore, Jack relented.

Yes, Plain is your brother, he said to his son.

Jack made George promise not to ask for details or ever tell a soul or to admit to anyone that Plain Thomas was his brother. That was all of the explaining Jack Pace did. However, he added.

George my son, you must be thankful who you are. Remember the story about the goose that laid the golden egg. George you are the golden egg. Someone is going to collect these special golden eggs laid by a special goose when the time is right. You will be rewarded one day, and your questions about your past will be answered. Trust me, Jack Pace said in an assertive confident voice.

George never questioned his father after that especially about his parenthood. Why should he, he thought. What his father said was as good as gold. Jack Pace never let his son down. Moreover, what he said to George convinced him even more that Jack Pace’s love for him was unrequited.

As George was thinking about his family, his eyes were closed. Suddenly he smelled marijuana smoke. He looked up to see Twi Momma standing at the foot of his bed. She was smoking a joint. She looked moon struck as she put the joint in the ashtray she was holding. She placed it on the night table next to George’s bed.

Hello, she said in an almost whisper."

Her tone of voice told George she was already sex drunk. He knew she could look at him and get sexually excited, but for her to smoke a joint and stare at him especially just in his white jockey briefs was an indication that she was already sex drunk. Moreover, that told him she could not be deterred from getting what she had to have. She was going to seduce him. As he stared up at her and smiled, she began to discard her black pumps, remove her fake beehive hair wig, remove her sack dress, her slip, and then make a show of rolling down her cotton stockings. After she removed her stockings, she removed her bra and panties. Then she began to massage herself with both hands and run her tongue back and forth slowly over her upper lip. George knew she was using all of her sexual antics to turn him on. It worked too. For her shapely voluptuous bubble butt was rotating, and her long flaxen blond hair had tumbled down in a sexy messy fashion onto her attractive shoulders. She definitely had sexually aroused him.

George always felt a sexual rush when Twi Mamma displayed her firm and shapely body. Her upturned breasts and her luscious nipples looked ripe as she turned to let George see her fine firm protruding butt. George called it, his bubble butt. He told her many times that her body was like a centerfold.

She has it all, he thought. She has large upturned breasts, a firm protruding butt, and perfect firm thighs.

Twi Mamma could see the effects of her undressing and sexual teasing in George’s under briefs. Now she was ready to have her way with him. But before she took him, she reached over, picked up the joint in the ashtray, and lit it again. Then she took another hit. Then she handed it to George. He took a hit too. He held the smoke in his lungs so he could get its full effect as he exhaled slowly while watching her get on her knees, clasp her hands, and move up between his thighs to worship his sexual parts.

Oh George, George, I thought this week was a life time." Twiligh Pace whispered reverently.

Come to me baby, George said in a husky tone of voice for he was high, and ready for her now as she slipped up between his thighs and rested her head on his white cotton briefs.

George lay back on his bed propped up by his elbows as he watch Twi Momma began her ritual that she had done on him ever since he was just almost twenty. He watched the impassioned woman have her way with his private parts after she slowly pulled his white jockey briefs off. He was amused by her sexual passion. He was so cocky and sure of his sexual powers over his sex slave while he felt pleasured and sexually empowered.

You would think this was her first time, he thought as she moaned and began her oral lovemaking when she started to kiss and caress his sexual parts and his stout muscled thighs.

After she had relieved George of his sexual urges, she felt sexually content knowing she had pleasured him. Next, she went to the bathroom to clean herself. Upon her return, she slipped back in bed with him. Now George knew that it was his turn to be sexually aggressive. But first, she crawled up between his thighs again. She placed her head on his naked hairy muscled tummy as she looked up at him in a worshipful manner while she spoke in a soft voice.

Are you sure the door is locked George? I do not want Marty to walk in here and catch us. When Daddy Jack let me off, he told me he would be back here about one this afternoon. Marty told me she was going to be here about that time too. I hope I have you to myself for three or four hours George.

I promise you Twi Momma. The locksmith was here last week. He put locks on the doors so I could lock both doors to my quarters. It is not noticeable either. When Zelda went to do her household shopping for the week, I had the locks put on. There is a lock for the entryway door to my suite from the hall, and I have a lock for the Jacuzzi room that is connected onto my patio. Therefore, if someone comes to the house and they knock, I can let you out the other door. It is our secret. The locks are only for you when I am with you. I leave the doors unlocked unless you are here.

Oh George, thank you my handsome sex god. I feel safe now. In your condition it is difficult to impossible to pick you up and take you home with me where we can be very private George.

You like my condition don’t you Twi Momma? You got me where you want me now huh?

Oh, George I love you so much. I wish I could keep you in the house and just love you as I am doing now, forever and ever. You still are the perfect man. I have worshiped you ever since you were sixteen years old, and promised myself I would have you sexually when you became of age.

"I know Twi Momma, but I know even more. Let me tell you why you waited until I was nearly twenty to perform oral sex on me. First, you were not sure I would tell. You feared going to go to jail. At eighteen I was of age, but you were hesitant. It was difficult discarding the fear you have of our daddy Jack catching you and I having sex. Then because of circumstances beyond your control, you taught me to have sexual intercourse by using your breasts and your loving mouth as a sexual receptacle. It was a substitute vagina for me to penetrate instead of your real vagina. How did you come up with this idea to lubricate your big breast and press them together tight with my sex organ between them while you used your mouth to pleasure the head of my penis as if it was your vagina? It takes some kind of creative thinking Twi Mamma. However, of course I know why you did your creative thinking. To say it is a one of a kind act, and you are an expert at it too is an understatement. I have never met anyone so adept at doing it except you. Moreover, you had to improvise because of what my daddy Jack put on you.

Between sixteen and up to eighteen you use to wash me and towel me off until I thought I was going to go sex crazy. You would not touch my private parts. When I turned twenty you crawled up between my thighs and have never stopped performing your fantastic sexual specialty on me. I was guaranteed a sexual ejaculation due to you performing oral sex on me, and then when I penetrated you between your breasts and entered your mouth again I got another. That guaranteed me that I receive two sexual ejaculations from you, but I could not convince you to allow me to penetrate the real thing, your vagina. My daddy had it locked up. But damn, your compensation package was great. You are an expert too. No one does it better. Think of it. How many women have your big luscious breast, and your physical dexterity to contort your succulent breast and hot lips to take me the way you do? You are terrific, just terrific Twi Mamma," George said as he looked down at her as he smiled his cocky male dominating smile.

George was sitting propped up on his elbows staring down at Twiligh Pace. He felt her pleasing him again.

I must be sort of a voyeur, he thought as he watched Twi Mamma sexually pleasing herself as she moaned and suckled him. She always had to have him hold his thighs up by bending his knees to rest his legs on his feet, but he only had stubs now while he spread his big muscle thighs wide as she began her sexual ritual. She never failed to nestle up between his thighs and look up at him as if he was God.

After she had taken George again and cleaned herself, it was his turn to be the active one, the aggressor. He knew how she wanted her love making too. That is why she wanted a big stout muscled man too. He put her legs on his shoulders and entered her. When he did, she screamed out and made short sobbing sounds as he pumped and rotated his big muscled butt in a rhythmic and forceful manner. He took his time as he pleased himself and her. As he increased his tempo to reach his climax Twi Mamma was nearly out of her mind moaning and crying out until George exploded. This really set her off. She exploded too, and as she did she pressed her fingers into his shoulders and strenuously thrust up to meet his thrusts while she made sounds that were madding hysterical sounds that George believed at times she was just seconds from losing her mind. Now it was over, he knew she was ready to rest. She was too. She nestled herself in her favorite place again and began to talk.

CHAPTER 2

The Chastity Belt

George do you realize I have waited until you were twenty to love you the way I have been loving you for the past several years. Now things are about to come full circle. In just a short time, you will be all mine. Remember when I had you all to myself when you were home from college. Oh, I know you were doing those college girls, but I knew I could give you something they could not. Then along came your marriage, law school, law practice, and then going to war. I have had to get my love from you in between all of those events. It has been hell for me waiting to get the chance to pleasure you, and more than hell because I lived in fear that Daddy Jack might find out what we were doing. However, I have waited and lived for these moments to have the opportunity to crawl up between your big muscled thighs and worship your beautiful sex machine and pleasure you. You know pleasing you sexually is my ultimate sexual pleasure. It is all I live for anymore George. You are my sex god, the only man I have ever worshiped since I was a young woman. Even before you became a man you were always in my dreams. It was hell because I could not touch you sexually. Now I cannot live without you George, never, ever. I have made-up my mind about it. I am going to have you no matter the cost George. Every time I think you are about to be mine, and you want to be mine, you have someone else in your bed. Do you hear me George?

"Wow Twi Mamma. You really are ready to move in between my thighs and spend the rest of your life gorging on me, I believe. Baby, baby, you know George is a young man with a future ahead of him. I have just entered my thirties. Daddy says that one day the goose that laid the golden egg will come for me. The head goose, the chief of the geese, the one who flies at the head of the v formation when we see them flying north or south depending on the season. That goose has plans for me. Daddy Jack told me I must be prepared for the day when the opportunity will come knocking. It will come too, but not by coincidence, but as Daddy Jack predicted. So you see Twi Mamma I have a future, and it does not include you. I love your sex Twi Mamma. It is so unique and so damn sexually pleasing. You have a special unique sexual gift for pleasing a man. I have never had this special unique gift from another woman. What you can do to me sexually is mind blowing, but baby I do not want to make my daddy unhappy. He is my first love, then my wife Marty is my second, and you are my third. I do not think I want Daddy Jack to know you have been seducing me every weekend since I have come home from Walter Reed.

George, Jack was never suspicious after you came home from law school and started your practice. You called me several times to come to your office from the back door and spend some time fucking you. You always told the secretary in your office to hold your calls; you had to leave the office. Instead you and I made love all afternoon. The only thing that I was really jealous of was when you went to Heavener to play Rambo. You left your wife at her office to work. Poor trusting woman. I know you took that Mary Goth woman with you or some other woman. I have always had my suspicions about your dad, my husband. Maybe he has an inkling that something is going on. Another thing while we are on the subject of your actions. Why did you at the age of thirty go off to war? That was so stupid. But I can answer it too. George, you aint ever going to work like most men. Your daddy has spoiled you so that you believe you were born to be something special and in the lime light. You must be number one. You went off to war because you wanted adventure, be a war hero, and play Rambo. You hated that law office. You will never serve anyone. You must be the one who is being served just as I am sexually serving you now. I am going to fix you so you can be perfect as you have been since you have become a man. Daddy Jack says he is going to help me make you perfect. He knows I love you, but I don’t believe he knows you and I are fucking.

Twi Mamma, just because Daddy Jack dresses like an over the hill Elvis does not make him stupid. He has an analytical mind. I would never second guess him. Tell me, have you ever performed your special sexual acts on Daddy Jack, Twi Momma?

"No George, you are the only one, and that is because of your daddy. He put the chastity belt back on me so I had to be creative to have sex with you. Moreover, I know if Daddy Jack ever caught us, he would show me no mercy. But the truth is the chastity belt has made me feel safe. He trusted me with it on. He warned me once. He would send me to jail. He would get his money back he paid me to be his wife if he caught you with me. Therefore, I had to wait until you were well past eighteen George. Then if he caught me, it would not be illegal. In addition, he could not do anything about it unless he wanted to disgrace you and himself. Therefore, I have waited. It was so difficult to wait too. But the rewards have been so great.

Let me explain to you the main reason I have stayed with Daddy Jack. Of course part of the reason is I am simply attached to him. No, not in a loving way but because of the money I get from him and the security I have now. After I have explained how I was raised it will explain somewhat why I have stayed with your Daddy Jack. Then, I will explain how my unique sexual skills evolved, and how they too were due to Daddy Jack’s, chastity belt," Twiligh Pace said as she rose, walked to where she had put her purse, and then returned with it.

Look George she said as she took some official looking documents from her purse. In just a few days we can be free forever. I have made plans for it to happen next week when I take you to Kansas City. Look my sexy muscular handsome baby boy, Twiligh said as she opened the envelope. From it she took out some bank certificates of deposits. She handed them to George to examine.

Wow! Damn! You are a rich Twi Momma. You got well over a million dollars in this account alone, George said in an awe stricken tone of voice as he fingered through her financial statements.

That is just these I have with me George. I have other investments too. The money I have accumulated is my first reason for staying with Jack Pace. When you turned eighteen I could have left him, but he might have taken me to court too for breaking the marriage contract. You know I am not sure. I don’t read much. By then I was in love with you. I started admiring you in a non-motherly sort of way when you were sixteen. Therefore, you are my second reason I stay with Jack Pace. When we go to Kansas City for your feet prosthesis, I am going to free myself of your dad. After you have your feet George, you and I can go anywhere we want, anywhere George. But George, I have a bigger surprise for you too. However, that surprise must wait.

Explain to me Twi Momma, what do you mean when you say Daddy paid you to be his wife? And why did you let Daddy Jack put that thing on you to cover your vagina? You never let me see it until I was twenty. Remember when I insisted I had to penetrate you. I was so tired of waiting, but you could not take it off. I had almost two years of oral sex and breast sex with you until you gave me the real thing Twi Momma. But it was worth waiting for. You know you have the sexiest body on a woman I have ever seen.

"George, I have always been told that I have a sexy butt, small waist, firm thighs and ripe upturned firm breasts, a sweet sounding little melodic girl voice, and an innocent looking angelic virginal face. That is the reason why I wear those big loose ugly clothes. Let me explain it to you, the whole story about why, and how I came to be Jack Pace’s wife, your mother, and why I was made to wear my doughy clothes and that thing on my vagina.

George, I was raised just out side of a small place called Morrisville, Missouri. My two older sisters, one older brother and I lived on water gravy and water biscuits so much we thought they were good. When spring and summer came, we lived off nature’s fruit bearing plants and vegetables. We picked wild mushrooms, gooseberries, Polk greens and blackberries to survive. My brother caught fish out of the Sac River and helped farmers neuter male cattle and pigs so we could eat Mountain Oysters we called them for our meat diet. My brother not only was paid for helping them, but he bought home the mountain oysters, from the neutered male calves or the pigs for dinner. We also stole our neighbor’s field corn and watermelons. We had a garden of our own in the summer too. We also hired out to get what money and groceries we could to live on because our parents abandoned us. The only adult in the house to watch over me when we were growing up was our Uncle Rick until he enlisted to go to the army. Then my older sisters and my older brother watched over me. When Uncle Rick returned home after serving in the Army, my sisters were gone. Uncle Rick did not stay long. I drove him away. Only my older brother was at home with me .However, after Uncle Rick left, my brother left three months later. They both used me as sexual play toys for a short period of time, but I instigated it, and it drove both of them away.

Our parents were never home. Mother and Father could be found everyday at a roadside beer joint just north of Springfield where they wore out several bar stools I was told. Our daddy was a retired military man. His pension checks supported their alcoholism. Both parents died from cirrhosis of the liver. My mother was the biggest drunk that ever lived, and my daddy was no better. My mother’s brother, Rick who stayed with us for several years worked in Springfield, went to the army, retuned home, got a job in Springfield again, but he lived in my parent’s shack for just three months. Springfield is just a few miles away from Morrisville. While he was home with me he gave me part of his check, but at a terrible price. He lived in fear. He could not refuse me, but he was ashamed of what he did to me, or more honestly what I did to him. That was the first time I learned to prostitute myself for money. For Uncle Rick and my brother committed statuary rape. I supposedly was the victim. I was paid well I thought so that they could commit statuary rape on me. Maybe the truth was black mail for sexually molesting me.

My two older sisters had left home by the time I was past seventeen. One moved to Bolivar, and the other moved to Springfield. I mention this because I moved in with each one of them for awhile after my eighteenth birthday. Therefore, they were not at home when Uncle Rick got out of the army. He came home to live with the family. I was seventeen going on eighteen. He only stayed there a short time, and I believe it was because of me, and what I did to him. Maybe what I did to him lasted for about three months. Only my parents, my uncle, and my older brother who is two years older than I were living at home. It was from my older bother and my uncle that I learned to prostitute myself. I also learned that I was able to get material things from them because of fear. They feared me for what they were doing to me. It was statutory rape. Also I developed my marijuana addiction and my sexual addiction, prostituting to them.

Both my uncle and brother were good looking and muscular young men. Also, I know that I developed sexual gratification from prostitution. It empowered me. I had money from prostituting myself to them, and they feared me after they had me sexually. Their sexual molestations empowered me to control them to an extent that I was able to extract money and material things from them, and induce them to tell me they loved me.

I know now that I developed a sexual addiction for virile muscle men from my uncle and my older brother that has been transferred to you George according to a lady psychologist I went to once. My uncle would come home every payday a bit drunk. He got loaded after he cashed his check. When he was home, I began to watch him leer at me.

At seventeen years of age, I wanted part or all of my uncle’s paycheck. I wanted it for material things especially clothes and I wanted to save some of it to attend college after I was graduated from high school. Therefore, I became an incestuous prostitute. After I allowed my uncle to molest me, he was very scared. He promised me some money. He told me not to tell anyone what he did to me sexually. I didn’t so the pay offs came. When I was nearly eighteen, I did the same thing to my brother toward the last year in high school. He was handsome too. He was a very up right young man. He was very responsible. He took care of everything around the house. He made sure he got money from our parents sometimes to buy groceries and pay bills. His only weakness was marijuana. He liked to come home from a date, or from work at the gas station in Springfield where he worked and get high. It was his way to relax after he had eaten and bathed. After a while he let me join him to smoke a joint in his bedroom and listen to some Jimmy Hendrix. When he was high on marijuana I prostituted myself to him. I took advantage of his drug induced state and his sexual lust. It empowered me to take his paycheck.

Remember, I was becoming sexually active when I prostituted myself to my uncle. I prostituted myself to both my family in less than six months. In three months I ran my uncle off, and another three months I ran my brother off. They knew what they did was wrong when they committed statuary rape with me. The fear of getting caught and their guilt feelings for being incestuous was affecting them morally and mentally. They had to escape from me. By the time my uncle moved out to his own place in Springfield I had become accustomed to prostituting myself to the male members of my family. I was saving most of my prostitution money for college and material things I could not otherwise afford. I also enjoyed the power I had over these men. But unbeknownst to me, the power I had over them was due to the fact that according to the law they had raped me. This I came to realize when I was of age. Then I had no power to intimidate the male animal’s sex drive. The mental power it gave me over men was based on their fear of the law and maybe their morals. I was sure both my uncle and brother had to be drunk from booze or under the influence of marijuana to allow me to prostitute myself to them.

I was never concerned with incest. I had more important things to be concerned with than incest. I wanted money for material things that other kids took for granted. I was very ambitious. I was determined to go to college. However, my prostitution at late seventeen and when I was eighteen left me mentality damaged. I was never able like most women to find a man to have a normal monogamous married sex life. Maybe my short stint at prostitution contributed to my sexual addiction that I have today, and to my marijuana habit which is a dangerous drug for me. Much worse is cocaine. Marijuana makes me lose any guilt and moral restraints for having sex. Cocaine induces in me a sex drive that is insatiable. I will take on a room full of men under the influence of coke.

Remember George, I had no parents to teach me right from wrong. My mother and father never looked at me except with indifference on their faces. At least I got some mental affection, material things, and my college savings as well as some physical pleasure from my uncle and my brother. Also I had a need for attention so my