Heard You The First Time
I have to tell you from the start. This story goes from Hell to Heaven, in 31 years. This is a train wreck, from the start. You put a domineering cock teaser together with a spineless wimp. It’s a perfect match, right? Marital stability is an accidental product of an abusive relationship.
To understand this mess, you have to know the participants, and where they came from.
First up is Darlene. She might have been something. Her problem was that, if there wasn’t something crooked about a situation, she lost interest. She had the potential to be a decent human being. All it would take was empathy and compassion. Unfortunately, those traits were not in her skill set. She was boy crazy, with a cruel streak. It was clear that she was going to be a serial something.
Here is Herbert, the poor sap that got snared in Darlene’s web of intimidation and coercion. It wasn’t that he was out, looking for love. Darlene smelled money. She needed a meal ticket. She saw a college student with a bright future in the corporate world, working in Finance. As indecisive as he was, it was easy for her to cull him from the herd. She might as well have pit a bag over his head and spun him around, a few times. They went from hand job, to blowjob, to fucking, in 6 months. Before he knew it, 5 years had flown by. He had 3 kids he was responsible for. He had a mortgage and car payments. Herbert lived with the rumors that his wife was cheating on him. At a loss, he didn’t know what to do. Caught up in this mess by being born to the wrong woman, was Howard. The youngest son of Herbert and Darlene, was a bright and outgoing kid. His time in school and participation in sports activities gave him an escape from his toxic home. Out of the house, the world made sense to him. If a sport ended in ‘ball’, he was enthused.
Aunt Francine is Herbert’s sister. Younger by 12 years, she had pursued her goals. In 6 years in the Air Force, she had done stints in Military Police and Logistics training. When she came back to the civilian world, she managed fast food restaurants, worked Security for industrial manufacturers, and enrolled in the Police Academy. Her military discipline served her well.
The first time that Herbert caught his wife cheating, Herbert didn’t have the balls to confront her. The last time he said something that set her off, she threw a full pot of coffee at him, while it was still perking.
Life has turning points. Something so intolerable happens, that someone just snaps.
Darlene’s cheating became an undisputed fact of life. This time, Herbert snapped. He had come home in the afternoon, just getting in from a flight. He had been out of State, on a corporate audit. At the last board meeting, the numbers just didn’t add up. The company was bleeding money. By the time that Herbert’s audit was done, 7 employees were fired. Herbert would be an expert witness in criminal trials for 2 Department Heads. Herbert had tracked down $28 Million in embezzled funds. His bonus would be sweet.
Herbert had come home, excited to tell his wife the good news. Instead, he came home to the headboard playing drums on the wall, and the bed springs playing banjo. Darlene had no future as a singing star. Herbert made himself coffee and a sandwich. He didn’t figure he would have long to wait. Darlene booted her flings out the door after she was done with them. Sure enough, a few minutes after the noise stopped, out came Darlene, with a scruffy biker type. He just nodded to Herbert with a stupid grin on his face. Herbert scowled back. The biker decided it was a good time to leave.
Howard confronted Darlene. She responded by putting a hand in his chest, knocking him against the wall. She vigorously informed him that she needed fucking. If he couldn’t give it to her the way she needed it, she would have to find it, elsewhere. She told him that she had better not hear anything more out of him. Darlene wouldn’t have to worry about that. There was an intervention coming.
Darlene wouldn’t hear anything more about it. That is, until it was too late. While Darlene was in the shower, Herbert walked out the door, and drove to his parent’s house.
His father and mother read his face. “What’s wrong, dear?”, his mother asked. Herbert laid out the whole story. His father got on the phone and called Francine. While they waited, they consoled their son.
When Francine arrived, she wanted the complete story. She listened, saying nothing. When it was all laid out, Francine knew the remedy. She stood and cut to the chase.
“Ok. This is what’s going to happen.
Herbert, how many private investigators work for your financial company?”
Herbert thought for a few seconds. He came up with a rough number.
“22 or so, full time. They work out of 4 agencies. They have a few hundred that do piecework, under contract.”
“That’s good. We’ll need to change faces, often. We don’t want Darlene tipped off that she’s being watched. I doubt that the slut cares, but we want to catch her in the act. We’ll need video and audio recording in your house. We’re going to get you out of this shithole marriage.”
Howard was relieved that his sister didn’t call his wife a whore. Darlene might be a loose slut, but it wasn’t about the money, when she went trolling for dick.
This marriage festered for another 13 years, before the other shoe dropped. This is the part I love to tell. I always root for the underdog. Sometimes, you just have to admire those nerdy, wallflower types. When they set out to turn the tables, they stay turned. Herbert’s mentality fit the task, like a glove. No detail was overlooked. Herbert had deep background checks done on every one of Darlene’s hookups. When he found some good dirt, the subject ended up in jail. Now, we come to the present. The other shoe was about to thump.
2 weeks before Howard’s 18th birthday, Herbert called his children to a family meeting, without Darlene. Keeping her out of the loop was easy. His kids had gotten out of that house, as soon as possible.
Herbert opened the meeting and addressed his 9 kids.
“As you all very well know, your mother is a spiteful, nasty shrew. I know that I failed you. I never stood up to her. Furthermore, I never protected you from her. That ends, today. From the evidence I’ve gathered, I have reason to believe that I am not the biological father for any of you. I have video and audio evidence of everything you saw and heard, growing up in that house”.
Howard was puzzled. “What are you planning, Dad?”
Herbert told him that the only action to be taken, was obvious.
Howard looked at his father and saw a scrawny, balding man, with glasses. Picture the storekeeper from ‘Green Acres’.
By contrast, Howard was 6’2″, 190 lbs., ruggedly handsome in a Vic Morrow sort of way.
Everything clicked for Howard. He always wondered why his Aunt Francine stopped coming around, after he turned 13 years old. Although there was all the usual teasing about girls and such, Howard never thought of his aunt that way. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the tingles when she came around. That was just hormones. He got the same feelings around cool bikes and hot cars. The difference with her was that the tingles started in his groin. He was stunned to learn that his mother had threatened his aunt with filing a complaint, accusing his aunt of Statutory Rape. That’s why she disappeared. Howard was enraged. He told his father, “I can never go back to that house. The next time that bitch gets loud with me, I might knock her on her ass”.
Herbert, being a more reserved and pragmatic man, calmed everyone down.
“That won’t be necessary, Howard. I have a plan to shut your mother’s mouth. Right now, I need DNA samples from each of you. Once we have conclusive proof, everything will change”.
The grown children quickly did the cheek swabs and sealed them in tubes. They signed and dated the labels.
Herbert gathered the samples, boxed them up, and got the package ready to send to the lab.
“Thank you for being here today. We should have the results in a few weeks.”
As they got up and went through the hugs and kisses of their goodbyes, sparks ignited between Howard and Francine. She felt a warm glow in her belly, and her nipples swelled against her bra. Howard suddenly felt like he could lift the corner of a house, with one hand. He wasn’t her little nephew, anymore.
The weeks went by, and the DNA results came in. The family gathered, eagerly awaiting the results. The investigating agency expedited the lab work, and made the process easy. They compiled all the details related to the DNA results.
Herbert got up to announce the results. He opened the envelope, and took a deep breath. The mood in the room was eerily like an episode of Maury. All that was missing, was Darlene.
Herbert cleared his throat. The children looked up, with great anticipation. He began reading the overview of the results. He knew that he was not the biological father for any of the children he raised. The background checks that he had done, over the years, proved to be essential to the report. He itemized the proof for the children.
“Here’s the scorecard. I am not the biological father for any of you. The list of probable biological fathers reads like this. 5 of them are in prison. 2 of them are dead. We’re still looking for the last 2. The strange twist of fate is that 1 of the probables is in prison for stabbing another of them, in a bar fight.
Howard picked his jaw up from sucking air. “So, that means that none of us are as related as we thought we were, then?”
Herbert confirmed Howard’s conclusion. “That’s correct, Howard. More importantly, the results give me the leverage to divorce and isolate Darlene. We can all be done with her, for good.”
Howard, sitting next to his Aunt Francine, saw a bigger picture. He wasn’t biologically related to her, at all. He squeezed her hands, all of his nerves tingling with growing magnetism. Francine felt the difference. Over the past few weeks, they had celebrated his 18th birthday, catching up on old times. They reminisced about shooting hoops in the driveway, pickup ball games in the back yard, and swimming out at the lake. Good times, cut short by his bitch mother. That was over now. They had grown closer, their relationship growing more physical. The only thing stopping them was waiting for the results of the paternity tests. Now they had the green light.
Herbert continued. “Beginning now, changes will be made. I will be filing for Divorce. I don’t expect resistance from Darlene, once she is aware of the evidence against her. Once I have clear title to the house, I will be signing it over to Howard, on the condition that, if it is ever sold, the proceeds will be divided among you, equally. Are there any questions?”
Everyone, all at once, wanted to know what was going to be done with Darlene.
Again, Herbert had the practical answer. Darlene’s continued presence is dependent on her behavior. Howard makes the rules. We’ll see how long she lasts.”
Howard jumped on the opportunity. He couldn’t wait to rub his mother’s nose in it. He got home from work one day to find that Darlene had been served with Divorce papers. Howard found things smashed, all over the house. Darlene turned her wrath on Howard, on sight. She opened up on him.
“When did you know about this shit?”
She ranted as she waved the papers in his face.
“If you knew about this and didn’t tell me about it, I’ll beat your ass, you little bastard! I’ll bet that bitch Francine is behind this. That little turd husband of mine is going to pay for this. I’ll take him for everything he’s got. I’ll make him wish he’d never been born.”
Howard smirked. “I don’t think so.”
Darlene was incredulous, her face red with rage. His flat dismissal of her tirade incited her next outburst.
“Oh, yeah? Just who the fuck are you? You get smart with me, and I’ll throw you out on your ass. Don’t you fuck with me. I’ll put your ass in jail.”
Darlene thought she had more pull than she actually did. The truth was, that fucking a few cops over the years didn’t make her anything more than a cock holster.
Howard turned on her. “I’m in charge, here. If you don’t cool your jets, your ass will be out in the streets. There’s enough evidence of your slutting around that you won’t have any claim, on anything. You’ll shut your mouth, right now, if you know what’s good for you.”
For the first time in 31 years, Darlene’s mouth did the goldfish. No words came out.
Howard’s assertive nature was evident, very early. He started bringing Francine over, flaunting her in his mother’s face. The first time that happened, all hell broke loose.
Darlene erupted. “How dare you bring that bitch in MY house! Both of you get the fuck out.”
Howard and Francine laughed. Howard stated the obvious. “Wait until she finds out she doesn’t have a house.”
Darlene was pissed off. “What do you mean by that?”
They ignored her and ran up the stairs to Howard’s room. Howard was a smart boy. He had taken the time to lag bolt his headboard, solid to the wall. That would keep the noise down.
Howard took Francine in his arms. She was all woman and filled his arms. They started slow, with full, open-mouthed kisses. With pulses rising and arousal surging, their hands roamed far afield. Howard’s hands kneaded the tits he had come to love. Francine’s nipples stiffened, growing into hard, brown marbles, under his palms. He unbuttoned her blouse, kissing his way down her belly. Francine dropped her blouse from her shoulders. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra. Shaking it off, she guided Howard’s head with one hand, while rubbing her melons with the other. Howard slid down and burrowed his head, up under her skirt. With both hands grabbing her ass, he buried his face in her panties. Working his hands inside the back if her panties, he worked his nose and mouth into her mound. He was overwhelmed by her musk, as her juices flowed. He pushed her back until she sat on the bed. Francine threw her legs in the air, as Howard pulled her panties off. Howard went back under her skirt, taking her vulva in his mouth, and tasting her hair. He worked his tongue between her lips. Francine felt it coming. She wantonly ground her hips. When her climax hit, she planted her feet on the floor. She grabbed his head with both hands and her ass rose off the bed. She stayed there, as waves if pleasure coursed through her belly. Francine stayed locked in her fuck until her muscles released. She collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath. Howard leaned over her, as he stripped off his clothes. Francine watched as his pants and shorts fell down his legs. She was fixated on the sight of his cock. At 8 and a half inches, it wasn’t the biggest she had ever seen. She was sure that her nephew’s cock was the most beautiful she had ever seen. She just had to taste it. Francine wasn’t putting on a show. A good, spontaneous blowjob isn’t like you see in porn videos. She engulfed his head and sucked her way down his shaft. She didn’t care if he came in her mouth, or not. Howard cared. He rose and unzipped her skirt. Tossing it off to the floor, he worked between her open thighs, rubbing his cock on her leg. He got into position, the wet noises beckoned him. Francine swooned. Her cunt was so wet, so ready. Howard’s cock found her hole and barged in. Francine gasped, as his cock head felt like a big, warm apple in her cunt. Howard firmly plowed into her, savoring the feel of her velvet sheath. They settled into the rhythm of love. The bed springs began to suing in unison with their rocking.
Downstairs, Darlene couldn’t take it anymore. Not only was her adversary getting laid in her house, she was doing it with her son. She had to get out of the house. She needed a drink. Darlene walked out the door and headed for the bar. Upstairs, Howard and Francine heard the front door open and close. They didn’t skip a beat. Francine rolled her hips and cried out, as Howard plundered her pussy. The sounds of slapping bellies and the smell of fucking filled the air. Francine suddenly came, her ass thrusting up to meet Howard’s strength. His cock erupted into their hot fuck kiss. His balls spasmed in the joyous bursts of release. They slowed to an easy, rolling screw. Francine hooked a leg behind Howard’s leg, holding him in her sloppy tunnel. They rested in their warm union.