1 . Name: Anonymous @ 2015-09-13 00:59

(includes voyeurism, Scoutma/other, being-drugged-with-prior-consent-established, and all the obvious reasons not to read this filth)



When he looked back on that night later, he couldn't remember what he'd needed from her room, that had had him searching her closet. He'd been too old to be trying to get a peek at Christmas presents, and anyway, it had been spring.

It was before RED, before he'd made the decision to leave home like that, and all he can really remember was that he'd been far enough in her closet when he heard her come home, that it seemed like hiding there was the best plan.

She didn't stumble in alone, though he hadn't been able to see much of her date. Tall, broad-shouldered... well, not too broad-shouldered, but when he compared the man to himself, or to pictures around the house of his father, that was how he seemed, broad-shouldered. Dressed like any man might be for a night out, in a dark suit, but with the lights out, he was swallowed in shadow.

He kissed at her neck, and he seemed to stay in shadow even when the streetlight out her window bathed her in warm, soft light. Like she was in a spotlight, always, and the Scout knew then he should have looked away, stuck his fingers in his ears or something and closed his eyes, and waited it out. But it was the closest he'd ever been to a naked girl, watching a pair of big, square hands strip away her flimsy dress. It was such a warm spring night, and the dress looked like nothing in the man's hands, like he could have torn it off, torn it to pieces.

He'd whispered questions that the Scout didn't understand, about whether or not 'it' was kicking in, and he watched, his Ma's skin glowing in the hazy light, as she slowly went limp as a doll in the man's arms.

He didn't have much of a view, when the man laid her on the bed, the shadows fell in such a way that the Scout couldn't see much, hard as he tried to focus. He could see her breasts move when she breathed deep, and the way she was sprawled out, but not half the things he wanted to see. The shame of it burned, but not half so hot as the lust. He watched the man strip down, saw his cock jutting out in profile as he dropped his trousers, saw those broad shoulders and the back of a military haircut as he knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled her down towards him.

It was mostly what he could hear. He could hear her moans, soft and like she was half-asleep, and the sound of the man's tongue going to work, and then he could hear the grunts, when he got up and started fucking her.

When the man left, he snuck out, and he was going to keep sneaking, only he couldn't resist, just one close-up peek. He half-wished he hadn't, because it was all he could think about once he'd seen her. It was all he wanted.

He'd headed for the bathroom after that, hoping to sneak in and take care of his hard-on, only to see the light under the door, and to hear the sink running, and he'd been stuck there like a deer in the headlights when his oldest brother came out. He took a little teasing, but it barely registered. His own hand had never felt so good as when he finally locked the door, pulled his pants down, and thought about everything he'd seen and heard-- and thought about being the man he'd seen with her.

A couple of his older brothers joined the army, after that, and Scout opted for RED. It was safer than the real thing, and it was safer than being home, thinking about her the way he did.

When he came home for Christmas, he was the first of his brothers to make it there, and there she was. And even after all the time he'd been away, even after trying to distract himself with Pauling, and with a couple of other girls around Teufort... she was still what he wanted. He was going to ignore it, he was going to do whatever he could to make up for whatever kind of sin it was, spying on your own ma, thinking about her like that.

He was sitting up that first night, thinking about it, when she'd come out of her room, her robe half-open over a nightie, and Scout figured, whatever kind of sin this was, he'd done worse for RED.

"Aren't you cold, Ma?" He asked-- she had to have been. When the robe fell away he could see her nipples through the silk of her nightie, and it was just so damn short.

"I need a man to warm me up." She shrugged, going to the sideboard. It was a better class of booze than it once held-- she had all her sons sending money home now. "Or a drink. Or both. I miss your old man, nights like this..."

"I guess you could get a boyfriend. I mean-- we'd all understand. You tried dating before, didn't ya?"

"Dating?" She shook her head, returning to the couch with two glasses, pressing one into his hand. "Mm-mm. Not since him."

"Ma, I-- I heard you bring someone home. A while back, I mean."

"Well..." She smiled, toying with her glass and stretching out to rest her legs in his lap. "I mean, that wasn't dating, honey, it was one date. It was a good date. But some things just aren't meant to be."

"Yeah. Well I know all about stuff that's not meant to be, I guess."

"You know, out of all your brothers, you look the most like your dad, baby." She sighed, reaching over to push her fingers through his hair, where it was just beginning to grow out of the haircut he'd gotten when he'd joined RED. "He was your age when... oh, he looked so much like you... I just wish I could go back in time. One night, back in time. If I could pick any night to relive, I'd go back and spend it with him. Right before he left the last time-- when we were young and beautiful and everything was good. And we had more babies than we knew what to do with, but we didn't care. And we dropped all those kids off, all your brothers, with his ma, so's he could take me out dancing. One last time, and then he was shipping out to Korea, said he wasn't afraid of seeing combat, because the hazard pay was gonna take care of us, and he'd come back and get a real job soon as the war was over."

"And instead you wound up with one more baby and no husband." Scout finished the story for her, with a frown.

She grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes up to meet hers. "Hey. You coming out of that night was a good thing. We made it through all right."

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess."

"Drink your drink, don't make Mama drink alone."

"Ma..." He shook his head, but he drank.

He was on his second drink and she was on her third when he offered to make her feel young again, after the tenth time she'd compared him to his father, and they'd danced clumsily around the living room, and almost kissed, before each going to their own bed. He told himself they would forget, or pretend it didn't happen, but she was stone cold sober the following night, when she leaned over the back of the couch while he watched TV, and whispered 'make me feel young again'.

It may have been wrong, but he was hard in an instant. He followed her back to her bedroom, where he could remember kneeling in her closet once before, and she cupped his face.

"You look so much like him." She sighed. "I want to be here for this."

"Where else would you be?"

"Flying, baby. Enough to make some other boy look like him. Look, I... shit, you didn't sign on for this..."

"Ma. No... it's okay." He shrugged, resting his hands on her waist. "Whatever it is, it's okay. Neither of us signed on for this, huh? But there's a lot of shit no one signs on for that happens, at least maybe this could be good?"

She nodded. "He was half my age, that boy you heard me with, he was shipping out in the morning and I told him to come home with me... and I thought I could pretend."

"Did it make you happy?"

"It didn't make me unhappy." She shrugged, kissing him softly. "But you're different, baby... you belong to me, and you always will. That makes me happy."

"Well good." He smiled at that. It was nice to think he was something special, nice to think he made her happier than anyone else. He'd grown up in the shadow of a dead father who'd been everything to everyone, struggling to prove that out of all his brothers, he deserved to carry on that legacy the most. And now, he could prove it.

He kissed her back, his hands drifting over her body, caressing and squeezing, and he thought of her lying there beneath someone else, some boy fucking her like he was somebody, and he thought about pulling the interloper off, shoving him down and taking his place, sliding into her...

The fantasy had started that night in the closet, when he'd been too small to try it, but he'd built up a lot of muscle since he started with RED, and even if he didn't look any bigger, now he knew he could do it. At the time, it had been a much more timid fantasy-- imagining that, once the other man had gone, he could have done more than just look at her body.

He'd imagined touching her, maybe putting his mouth on her, maybe sliding into her slick, dripping pussy then and there, adding his own seed. Now he thinks about pulling the other man off before he could come in her at all, so she'd be filled with only his.

Now, she was a reality, underneath him and not some stranger, and her moans were for him when his mouth went to her breast, teasing already-stiff nipples. She guided him in, his hips twitching forward, and he didn't have a lot of experience, but she sure made enough noise for him, writhing and crying out.

After he was done, he watched her finger herself, spreading the dripping mess all around, spreading the swollen, rosy lips wide and letting him look. He didn't even think twice before dropping his face down between her legs to find her clit with his tongue, and then she was howling for him.

He was hard again by the time she let him up, kissing his way up her belly and begging her for more, and she pushed him away playfully and rolled over onto her side, before looking back over her shoulder at him with a warm smile.

"Oh, baby... when could I ever say no to you?"