Shadow Seed 1: The Misbegotten (36 page)

That made me think of the joint she hadn’t finished.  I lifted my head to my own detriment as pain shot through my temples like a dull knife slicing through bread, rending, tearing rather than cutting.

“Fuck!” I growled, frustrated by this mysterious ailment that had stricken me, virtually out of nowhere.  This was supposed to be the morning I should’ve been basking in the afterglow of having made wild monkey sex with the girl of my dreams.

“What’s wrong, Eff?” asked Katie, scurrying over to my side, sitting on the bed, as carefully as she could manage, not wanting to jostle me and make things worse.

“My head is pounding.  When I tried to move, it swatted my ass for doing something as stupid as wanting to get up,” I explained, putting my hand out toward her.  She clasped it at once.  “Thank you, Katie, for helping me.”

“Don’t worry about that, my dear, I said I was going to be by your side no matter what, even if you do happen to puke on me now and again,” she responded light heartedly, her fingers rubbing at the meaty portion of my palm.

Then suddenly I asked, “Hey, where did you put the joint from last night?  I don’t want it left out in the open,” wanting to make sure we had tied up
all
of the loose ends form the night before.

“It’s in the top drawer of your desk wrapped in a piece of toilet paper underneath some papers.  Is that hidden well enough?  I mean
, will anyone go through your shit that extensively?” she looked about to get up and go fetch it, but I forestalled her. 
That was good enough for now.

“It’s fine, leave it,” I said tugging at her hand, so that she would stay beside me.

She stared at me up and down, her face turning thoughtful.  “What the heck happened, Estefan?” she asked, her thin eyebrows knitting in the middle.

I cleared my throat, which hurt like hell.  “I don’t know exactly, one minute I was fine and the next I was blowing chunks like Mount Saint Helens.  It came so fast.  I didn’t even time to wonder what was going on.  It hit me quick and so hard.  Shit, I’m lucky I even made to the toilet in time, one more step and we would’ve had to decommission the bathroom, like forever.”  I spoke slowly, hoping my head would cooperate.  It appeared to be alright, for the moment, as long as I didn’t move.

“Well just rest and we’ll wait for everyone to get leave.  Then we’ll get you all nice and clean.  Until that time, I think you should probably sleep for a while,” she mused, scratching at the back of her neck, glancing at me.  Her head was at an angle, one green-blue eye before the other.

“Ok,” was all I said, rubbing at either side of my head, the dull ache that had been behind my eyes had spread.

“You want me to do that for you, babe?” she asked quietly.

“That would be divine of you…”

She crawled toward the head of the bed and sat with one leg underneath her butt, the other to the side, so she could easily reach my head.  A few moments later, she was gently caressing my temples, her cool fingers light on my head.  I peered up at her dreamily, feeling like a king.

Katie has had that effect on me ever since.  I don’t need to be at the bow of a giant cruise ship, steaming across the north Atlantic at flank speed either.  I can be anywhere and feel special, feel unique, feel loved like no other man has ever had the honor of being loved before.

I love you, Katie Lorraine… always have, always will.

~~~~~~~~~~~~♦~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Summer – 2018)

True Scent

About ten minutes later, we heard footsteps upon the stairs, soft thuds that sounded familiar to the both of us.  When the tentative knock sounded in our ears, we both knew it
was my mother.

Katie
spoke first. I couldn’t trust my throbbing head and aching stomach enough to speak above a whisper.  “Come in, Auntie,” she had said.  She didn’t move.  She kept applying pressure upon either temple, trying to ease the pounding in my head.

My mother opened the door and took a step into the room like she typically did, but stopped short.  She was dressed for work in a tight-fitting skirt and matching blouse, sensible heels on her feet.

It was the sight of me, in only my shorts, and her niece, her legs about my head, massaging me, that surprised her.   I could see a momentary sense of uneasiness ripple throughout.  She was ill-at-ease with the natural intimacy between Katie and me.  Maybe we looked too familiar with one another, our bodies used to touching as if we’d been close like this countless times.  I watched as her eyes drank in the particulars of the situation.  The fact Katie was wearing her gossamer sleeping outfit.  The fact I was positioned between her legs.  My unmistakable proximity to Katie’s womanhood, just inches away, behind a thin layer of cotton.  Her eyes narrowed.  For a moment, as I measured her stare, it flashed through my mind that my mother had seen see me, the night before, as I had inserted my tongue into Katie and ate her out like I was possessed.  While, between my legs, Katie plunged my cock down her throat time and time again. 
Fuck, I’m going to hell!  She knows!

Nevertheless, my Katie was simply a magician and appeared to have anticipated this interaction in advance.  It was accomplished with a mere an inflection in her voice, a minor tweak and a drop or two of urgency that made the knowing, comprehending, look on the face of my mother disappear.

“Auntie, Estefan is sick!” 
So simple, so perfect.

“What?!?” was my mother immediate maternal response.  She rushed the rest of the way through the door and came to the side of the bed.  “What happened?” she asked in a flurry.

I smiled wanly at her as Katie explained.  “I’m not sure either of us knows for certain, he was fine, got up after his alarm woke us both up, and began getting his stuff together.  I went to wash up and, all of a sudden, he burst through the bathroom door holding his mouth.  I really didn’t even have the time to ask what was wrong, because before I could react, he was throwing up in the toilet.  A lot, Auntie, like he had eaten something bad and his body were rejecting it…”  She paused, thinking of a sudden.

I was delighted, she was such a perfect liar!

“No, it was different than that, it was like something was making him throw up, as if it was forcing him to reject what was in his body.  Like if his stomach was being pumped, it was awful!”

Her statement made me frown.  I glanced up at her. 
What the fuck was she talking about?  Had it really looked like that?

My mother’s face melted with sympathy.  “Oh my god, Estefan, how do you feel now?”

I have to admit it, I Ferris Bueller’ed¹ the shit.  “Better, mom, although my head was pounding after I finished,” I said gesturing with a hand.  “I was able to make it out here, but Katie offered to massage me.”  Dramatic pause here for affect.  “Now, if I don’t move too much, I feel ok… decent.”

She let that sink in.  I could see her realign what she thought she’d seen earlier –
no, they weren’t being overly intimate.  They were just acting precisely the way we’ve taught them – take care of your family.
  “Well, thank god, Katie was here to take care of you, who’s to say what would’ve happened if she hadn’t been here.”

I merely smiled, though somewhat
stiffly, because the pain was still coursing through my head.  Katie’s warm touch dulled it nicely, but hadn’t banished it altogether.

“So, I guess that means you won’t be going to school then, huh?” reasoned my mother, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth, a thing she did when circumstances arose that couldn’t be changed and was forced to submit to them.

“It’s only a minimum day, mom,” I managed, feeling a funny tingling in my nose, almost as though I could feel what I was smelling. 
It was – and still is – very hard to describe.
“I think I can afford to miss it.”

My mother nodded, concluding it wasn’t much of an issue.

Then, I recalled something.  “You’ll just have to call the school and let them know I am sick, so I won’t have any issues when the new school year starts in August.”  My voice sounded like a flock of geese, all croaks and squawks.

My mother thought to herself for a second, while Katie
continued to rub at my temples.  “Ok, I’ll call the school,” she began as she regained her feet.  Her hands were on the tops of her knees, “and take care of that for you, Effy?  You guys need any more money?”

“No,” I said at once, not willing to garner suspicion over what should’ve been only Katie and I eat
ing for the day.   The fact we blew through nearly all the $380.00 she’d given us, might’ve caused my mother to look deeper into what we had really done the day before.  I wanted none of that.  It might lead her down the actual path to the truth.  I never wanted her to know Katie and I had made love. 
Never! 
It might have been feral and intense, and though we would always consider it making love.  It didn’t escape the fact my dick had
still
been buried in her pussy.  The thought alone, would sicken my mother beyond anything she could’ve ever dreamed.  I didn’t want her to have to go through any of that shit.

My mother’s mouth tugged playfully to one side, and I knew I had diverted her attention exactly as I had intended.  She was thinking I didn’t want to overburden the family by asking for too much money.  She figured I was being a proper, well manner son, and not the depraved retch that I actually was. 
Damn, I’m good!  Always have been…, but she’s my mom, shouldn’t I stop?

“Ok, Effy,” she turned to make for the door and the waft of her skirt unexpectedly sent an almost imperceptible rustle of air in my d
irection.

To my utter astonishment, a
thrust
of a thousand, thousand scents assaulted my nose almost at once.  Smells unlike anything I had ever imagined in my life.  Not just the fragrance of her perfume or the body wash she had used earlier when she had taken her morning shower, or even her own individual musk, which, in itself stunned me where I lay – it was
so
much more.  Each of those things, streaking though my brain like a million lasers, was identifiable, undeniable, and distinct.  It was almost as though I could smell the separate parts that made them; the jasmine, the aloe Vera, and the honey butter in her body wash, and yet even those were broken down and categorized in my mind in an instant.  I could smell the starch on the material of her skirt, the residual smell of detergent below the ozone left behind by the iron she had used upon the garment.  There was the sharp, soapy odor of the shaving cream upon her legs, the brand new smell of the nylons she wore, even the musky, animal-like essence of the leather belt she had about her waist.  It was amazing… and it was invigorating... and almost at once my headache receded.

That was when I felt Katie stiffen upon the bed, though my mother seemed to take no notice.  Maybe she
’d been too far away…

“And if you start to feel better, Effy, try not to invite too many friends over, once they’re out of school, I don’t want to come home to a disaster,” said my mother completely oblivious to what I was experiencing or the fact Katie had g
one as rigid as a pointing bird-dog.  “If you have Ramona over just make sure Katie is around, ok?  I don’t want any grandchildren this soon in my life, understand?”  She was staring at my pointedly.

Oh god, mom, if only you knew how many girls I have fucked under your roof… including the dainty beauty with her legs about my head!

“
Estefan
,” she repeated with a little more emphasis, and that snapped me from the smells and my thoughts.  She was serious now.

“Yeah, yeah, ok mom.  No problem,” I replied quickly, trying to refocus on the scents, but they were fading fast.  It was hard to lock back onto them.

My mother harrumphed, turned back toward the door, and walked out of the Loft.  She stopped suddenly, looking down in disgusted shock.  She had seen my puke-in-a-bag and was probably wondering how she had overlooked it on her way up.

“I’ll throw
that
away in the outside trash a bit,” I supplied before she could speak, which illicited a yuck-filled grimace from her as she gingerly stepped around the bag, twisting back in our direction.

“I hop
e you feel better, son.”  She shook from the shoulders down to her waist in disgust and made her way down the stairs.  The door closed softly behind her retreating form.

Above me, Katie nearly exploded like she’d been goosed night up the anus.  I was suddenly reduced to blinking in confusion, sharp pains behind my eyes for an instant, because of the movement.  Then, nothing…

“Jesus Christ, Estefan, the smell!” was all she could get out as she bound from the bed, frantically clutching at – of all things – her crotch. 
What the fuck?

I
t hit me what she had said.  “You smelled it too?” I asked immediately enthused, though I had absolutely no reason why she was grabbing her privates.

“Of course I did!” she exclaimed, her breathing deep and ragged as if she had run a mile.  “It was so strong and… so… so… much like being high!  God, it was intoxicating.  I almost couldn’t help myself - .”

I frowned at that, because for me it had been more of a wondrous experience, not something I would equate to being drug induced.  I realized Katie hadn’t stopped talking.

“ – when I first smelled you, it was such a shock, a deep seeded jolt that hit my brain one instant and then it dov
e directly down into my pussy.  It was almost like someone was flicking their tongue across my clit or something.  Oh god, Eff, I wanted to feel your dick inside me almost to the point that it was driving me mad!” she finished still laboring for air.  Her hand unmoved from the top of her pubis, her fingers were spread as if she were about to start masturbating any second now.

Wait a minute, had she said the way
I
smelled?  I hadn’t smelled me.  I had smelled my mother.  What the hell was this chick talking about?

“Kat, wasn’t it my mom you smelled?” I asked at a loss.  What had happened?

“
Your mother!
” she bellowed.  “Jeez, Eff, what the heck are you talking about!  I could’nt’ve smelled a dog shit if it had been right under my nose with the sweet odor coming from your body.  It was so much, so
wonderful
,” she retorted as she internalized her thought and fell silent.  The tip of her middle finger began to rub up and down over her pajama bottoms.

“
Me?
You smelled me?  But that doesn’t make any sense.  I mean how could that be when the only scents that registered were those that came from my mom?” I queried, now more than merely confounded.  “And why are you playing with yourself?” I demanded abruptly.

Katie’s hands went still
.  She slowly crossed her legs.  Her ankles were tightly interwoven as if she were trying to stop whatever was occurring in her nether regions.  She looked down at the “V” of her crotch.  Then, she gazed back at me with an apprehensive cast to her countenance.  Her whole body was robotic with tension.  Her eyes, slightly wider than normal, stared back at me as if she were seeing me for the first time.

“Be-because, that smell, Eff… it made me… want to fuck,” she murmured just loud enough
, so I could hear her.  This wasn’t the Katie I was used to, but then again neither was what she was talking about.  “Your smell, cuz, it turned me on so… quickly, so intensely.  It took all of my willpower just to stay where I was and not flip over on top of you and shove your dick into me.  I almost didn’t succeed…”  She wasn’t being coy or cute or even the slightest bit amorous.  She was telling the truth.  I could see it her eyes, read it in her body language…

…Smell
… it coming from her…
skin…?

I reached for the smell at once, drinking in the mineral richness, the sea algae, and the thick, underlying remnant of Vitamin E – all of it comprised the body wash I had in my bathroom.  Below that I could sense the sun kissed heat of her body, the loamy oils within her pores, and… oh sweet heaven… the tangy, ferment of her vagina – she was in heat! 
I could sense that she was soaked with her own pussy juice, her lips running with it, ready for penetration, begging for it.

Then, I saw her face.

Her entire visage was twisted in a rictus snarl as if she were fighting with every fiber of her being against some incredibly powerful, unseen foe.  She had one hand upon her breast, the other squirming like an eel she could barely control, trying with a mind of its own to reach for her crotch.  She was straining against her unruly hand, trying so desperately to touch herself.