Homefront 1942: The Forbidden Act

[Maid of Marvels]

The place is Fair Harbor, a small, New England coastal town in 1942. The war is just getting serious and many young men are already in uniform while others are getting ready to do the same.

One of those is young Frank Moore, Jr., and this is his story. The story of a tragic event that occurs on the eve of his departure and what becomes of it.

A closed story for Tibvo and Maid of Marvels. As always, we welcome comments and critique by PM. Read along and enjoy.

Maid & Tib

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Moore Jr

Staggering up to his feet, Frank leans against the pier's railings as he looks vacantly down at the water. His mind reeling at what has just happened, he slowly starts to back away.

What have I done?

He can feel the panic welling up inside, threatening to overwhelm him. His mind replaying the events that have just happened.

Noooo!

Then he is running. His panic in full control as he runs blindly off the pier and into the street, almost being run over by a passing car.

"Dumb kid! Why dontcha look where ya going?" The driver rants through his window but Frank barely registers what he is saying or even what had almost happened. Instead he continues to run, his heart beating furiously in his chest, his head spinning. It is only when he has to pause for breath that he finds himself outside his home.

A few minutes later, he is sobbing in a corner of his bedroom...

(OOC: To see the events leading up to this thread, you can refer to HOME FRONT42...The Play! and Home Front 1942: The Second Act).

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Bette Moore

Bette and Davy had come home to an empty house and a note from Toni saying that she and Frankie had gone for ice cream. No matter how grown her children liked to think they were, it was the one thing she always insisted on. Especially after Toni had taken off that summer after graduation. She didn't know who had been more worried, Frank Sr. or herself.

When Toni finally let them know where she was, she stubbornly refused to give any details except for the address of a friend. Bette knew that Frank was in touch with her often, but they were always closer than she was. But it had all turned out for the best. Hadn't it? Toni was home now and safe. It just made her sad to think that it was Frank's death that brought finally their daughter home again. And now it would be Frankie going away.

The sound of the front door slamming and footsteps running up the stairs startled her from her thoughts. "What in the world?"

Bette got up and went to the staircase, calling up. "Toni? Frankie? What's going on?"

Getting no answer aside from the sound of a banging door, Bette climbed the stairs quickly. Toni's bedroom door was open and a quick glance told her that her daughter was not at home. Crossing the hall, she knocked on her eldest son's door, which must have been the one she heard slam.

"Frankie? Are you home?" Concern overriding propriety, she didn't wait for a response before opening the door. Bette heard Frankie before she saw him, huddled in the corner of his bedroom, crying his heart out.

Hurrying to his side, she knelt beside him, cradling her son in her arms and rocking him gently as she had when he was a boy. "Frankie... What's the matter? Nothing can be that bad, love. Tell me what happened."

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

He is not aware that his mother has entered the room. He is only vaguely aware of someone taking him into their arms, that words are being whispered into his ear.

Perhaps recognising who it is on some instinctive level, his only response is to wrap his arms around the body holding him, his sobs become more violent as his buries his face into his comforter's shoulder...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Bette Moore

Frankie buried his face against his mother, sobbing as if it were the end of the world. Holding him close, she cupped the back of his head in her hand and rocked him back and forth, crooning. "There, there... It's all right... Everything is going to be all right... "

She didn't know what had happened to upset Frankie so, but she swore that whoever made him feel this way was not going to get off lightly. Feeling like a lioness protecting her cub, Bette Moore did the only thing she knew to do in the meantime, and that was to comfort Frankie until he was ready to talk about it. However long that took.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

Finally, still wrapped in his mother's arms and unable to cry anymore, Frank slowly drifts into a trouble sleep...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Bette Moore

Bette shifted their bodies, catching the edge of an afghan that she had knitted long ago. In another lifetime it seemed. When life was simpler and her children were still young and Frank Sr. was still...

Still rocking her him, Bette covered Frank Jr. as the heaving sobs subsided and his breathing slowed. He was asleep now but she would not leave him. No. She would stay right here with her boy. He would be leaving in two days and she didn't know when she would be able to hold him again.

Leaning her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes, still wondering what had happened to upset him so.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

His first thought when he awakes is to wonder why is his mom is asleep next to him. He sees that dawn is breaking and his room is catching the first of that day's sunrays.

Then he remembers.

And his body is shaking from terror at what he has done. He feels the blind panic building up in him again.

I have to get away.

Stilling his nerves, he gently pulls him from under his mother's resting arm. Freezing as he sees her move, only to settle down again.

Still dressed in last night's clothes, he wonders if he has time to pack a bag. But one look at his slumbering mother tells him no.

I have to get away! As far away as possible!

But just to leave like this? Not to tell anyone? What about his mom, his sis, his girl?

No! He shakes his head. After they find out what I have done, they won't want me here anymore anyway. Especially Mai. No! It is best to run while I still can.

As quietly as possible, he open his drawers of his dresser to get any money he has stashed away before making for the door.

He is halfway into the hallway when he hears his mother call out for him...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Bette Moore

Bette woke with a start and it took her a moment to remember where she was and what she was doing there. Frankie! She remembered how distraught he'd been. Where was he now? Glancing toward her son's bed as she struggled to get off the floor, Bette hoped that he had gotten up and gone there during the night. But he hadn't. He was gone!

"Frank? Frankie?" She was already calling out to him as she straightened her stiff body and walked into the hall. Toni's door was still open, which meant she hadn't come home. That girl! Davy's door was open as well, though the sound of the radio blaring in the living room told her where her youngest could be found. Right now it was her oldest son she was concerned about.

"Frankie!" She called again and headed for the stairs, almost running into him as she turned. Bette hugged him tightly, half-scolding all the while. "God! You startled me, boy! Where are you going? You look horrible! Get in the tub and clean up while I make breakfast. I don't want to hear any argument, young man. You'll never be big enough or old enough."

Not giving her son a chance to talk back, she swatted his butt and gave him a push back up toward the bathroom as she continued downstairs. "Now shoo!"

"Morning, Davy! Breakfast will be in a few minutes. Try to stick around long enough to eat this morning, will you?" In truth, she wished he wouldn't go out at all after that little escapade he'd had with the German, but children were resilient and nothing was going to keep Davy Jones cooped up on a beautiful morning like this.

Bette sighed with relief when she heard the water go on upstairs and began making pancakes for the boys' breakfast. She didn't have trouble getting this sort of stuff now they were rationing, but she had learned to make do just as everyone else had during war time.

Frank Jr. would feel more like talking about whatever it was that had upset him once he had a full stomach. Bette sighed again. It was times like these she missed having a man around to take charge and she made a point to phone John later that morning.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

Ignoring her shout, Frank heads for the stairs.

He has to get away! Far away!

The blind panic he is feeling is almost overpowering. He has to tget away before they get him and lock him up.

"Frank? Frankie?" He hears his mother's shouts and he pauses, reasoning momentarily overcoming the hysteria.

Could he leave like that? His father has only died a short time ago. Could he do this to her, to his family?

"Frankie!" And suddenly he feels his mother's arms around him, holding him tightly. "God! You startled me, boy! Where are you going? You look horrible! Get in the tub and clean up while I make breakfast. I don't want to hear any argument, young man. You'll never be big enough or old enough."

"Mom..." He starts to say but his mother doesn't listen. Instead, he finds himself being pushed towards the bathroom.

Why won't she listen to him? He doesn't have time for a bath... does he?

He doesn't know anymore. He just wants to stop thinking. His mind feels so numb that he can't think anymore. Absentmindedly, he goes into the bathroom and runs the bath. Once full, he then takes off his clothes and slides into the water.

"The water feels so good!" He thinks to himself as sleep claims him...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Bette

"Davy!" Bette called out to her youngest, setting a stack of pancakes on the table. For such a skinny critter, that boy certainly could eat, she thought as she watched him attack his breakfast with gusto.

And speaking of boys... Bette tilted her head to listen for sounds from upstairs. Not hearing anything, she went to the bottom of the stairs and called up.

"Frank! Breakfast's ready! Hurry up before it gets cold!"

When he didn't answer, she listened again. Still no sounds from upstairs. "Where is that boy?" Bette hoped he hadn't snuck out the door while she was busy in the kitchen.

Worried that might be the case, she slowly climbed the stairs and knocked on the bathroom door. "Frank? You still in there?"

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

He lays in the bath. The truth of his recent actions beginning to sink in.

It had started yesterday when Mai's stinking step-brother, Deak, came up to him on the pier. Deak had warned him to stay away from Mai or else there would be trouble. The two of them started fighting and ended up with Deak falling over the side. Thinking that Deak was dead, he had rushed home.

But had it been his fault? Deak had attacked him, not the other way round. Surely Mr Talbrut, the police chief, will understand that?

Don't be stupid! He will arrest you and lock you up. Maybe even have you executed!

He can feel the panic rising in him again. The urge to run, getting stronger.

I don't deserve this! That bastard came after me!

He suddenly jumps when he hears the knock on the door.

Are they found him and are here to arrest him?

"Frank? You still in there?"

It is his mom. Still, they could be with her.

"Er! Yeah, mom" He replies.

"Are you okay?" She asks him. Maybe the police aren't there.

"Yeah! Just fell asleep is all." He answers.

"Well your breakfast is on the table. You don't want it to get cold." And he hears her footsteps as she walks away.

So they are not here.

But for how long?

Knowing he cannot stay in the bath any longer, he pulls himself out. The now lukewarm water telling him that he had been in it for quite a while.

Almost mindlessly, he goes to his room and gets change before joining the others at the breakfast table...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Bette

Bette absent-mindedly sipped at her coffee while Davy ate his breakfast talked about the book he had been reading. Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. "Wouldn't it be neat, mom, if Captain Nemo could just wipe out the whole German Navy?"

She nodded quietly and looked across the table at her youngest son as he pushed his chair back and announced he was going over to Jeff's to do stuff. Children were so resilient. To listen to him talk, you'd never know he'd been held captive by those Germans not so long ago. Bette sighed, hoping that whatever had happened to Frank Jr. would pass just as quickly from his mind.

Kissing him on the top of his head, she began the usual routine with him. "Davy, dinner is at five. Don't be late. And don't... " Bette grinned and sighed. " ...run." That boy was always in a hurry to get somewhere.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs alerted her to Frank Jr.'s arrival. She stood and went to the stove to make her eldest son a plate. "Sit down and eat. We'll figure everything out when you've finished," she said over her shoulder.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

I can't eat this!

Watching the others, Frank pushes his plate back and gets up. Seeing that his mother is absorbed doing the cooking, he silently leaves the kitchen.

Upstairs in his room, he hurridly finishes packing.

I got to get away from here!

The thought is almost like a scream in his head. Fighting the raising panic, he ties his duffelbag up and slings it over his shoulder. Luckily, it had mostly been packed, ready for him to report to the army base.

Then, as quietly as possible, he slinks down the stairs and makes for the front door. He only pauses briefly before he turns the handle to leave the house...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Bette

"One of these days I'm going to have that floorboard fixed... " Bette said aloud when she heard the familiar creak. Floorboard! Frankie!! Throwing down her dishtowel, she ran toward the front of the house.

Sure enough, he was just opening the door when she reached him. The fact that he had his duffel slung over his back didn't go unnoticed, and that meant... "Where in the world do you think you're going!" she demanded, grabbing his arm to keep him from leaving.

"Leave me alone! Let me go!!" he shouted back at her, tugging his arm from his mother's firm grasp.

"How dare you speak to me that way, Frank Moore! How... dare... you!!" Without a second thought, all the worries of what had happened to her son last night came crashing down on her, and she slapped his face with every bit of strength she could muster.

Shocked by his mother's outburst, Frank Jr. shoved Bette away almost knocking her over, but that seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back and she came right back at him.

"How dare you!! Don't you ever lay a hand on me like that! What makes you think... You will never be big enough or old enough!" Bette was like a wild woman unleashed, as she continued to pummel Frank Jr. about the arms and body. She no longer cared what had happened to make him want to leave, all she could think of was that he was trying to go and she was having none of it.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

The moment the boy had pushed his mother away, he regretted it. Never in his life has he ever raised a hand to her, nor had he meant to now.

But before he can even apologise, his mother launches herself at him. Her hands raining down on his chest and body.

"How dare you!! Don't you ever lay a hand on me like that! What makes you think... You will never be big enough or old enough!"

In a desperate attempt to stop his mother's assault, Frank grabs her frailing arms and pins her against the wall. For long seconds, his mother tries in vain to break away from him but eventually she stops, the two of them not saying a word as they look at each other, their laboured breaths flooding the hallway.

Frank isn't sure how what happened next happened. He had intended saying sorry and explain to her about yesterday but instead he finds himself staring at her face and open mouth, suddenly acutely aware of her smell, of the soft womanly body he is pressing into.

Before he can stop himself, the boy urgently presses his lips against the full ones of his mother's...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Anger at her son and the fear of losing him clouding Bette's judgment, she wasn't sure how that suddenly metamorphosed into what was happening now. One minute she had been flailing at Frank Jr., ranting and raving at him and the next, her arms were wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as they devoured each other in a heady, lust-filled and passionate kiss.

She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. She didn't want to think. All she wanted to do was... Bette moaned into Frank Jr.'s mouth as he ground himself against her body, his erection pressing into the softness of her thigh, revealing a need, an urgency that matched her own.

Bette gasped as her son's hand found its way to her breast, squeezing and tweaking the stiff peak of her nipple beneath her robe. With a quick tug at the sash, Frank Jr. had it open to reveal his mother's full and very naked form.

"Ohh... " she breathed as he crouched to take a nipple into his mouth, his leg pushing her thighs apart as she gasped with desire.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

He hears her groan as he attacks her breast, his mouth hungrily sucking in the swollen nipple as his hands ravages her body.

His mind is no longer functioning on a logical level, instead it is driven purely by desire as he feels her lusicious full body, revelling in her large soft breasts, the texture of her skin.

The boy's moans mingles with his mother's as he feels his erection trying (and failing) to achieve massive proportions within the tight confines of his pants as he pushes his groin urgently in between her legs, rubbing his arousal against her.

"Oh God!" He groans through his filled mouth, as he frantically pulls at his belt before ripping open his trousers, roughly pulling them and his pants down to free his aching tool.

He gasps as the now freed cock finally reaches its full length and girth, pushing it solidly against his mother's soft belly...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Reaching between them, Bette's fingers encircled Frank Jr.'s erection, stroking it as she writhed against the thigh he'd interjected between her legs. But it wasn't enough. Surely he could feel her need as readily as she felt his.

"Please... " Bette's voice was barely audible as she tried to push it downward, closer to where she wanted it to be. Her body was shaking now, demanding satisfaction, as she lifted one leg and pressed on her son's shoulder.

Releasing her nipple, he looked up at her, eyes glazed with lust as he grasped her ass cheeks and, bending at the knees, positioned himself between his mother's legs. Yes. Yes. Now! Unspoken but understood as Frank Jr. lifted her and she guided his cock to her opening. There was no need for foreplay, no time for finesse. She gasped when she felt its swollen head glide through the slick wetness of her and cried out when he pushed, filling her with one powerful thrust.

Both arms around her son's neck, she screamed for release. Pleaded, begged her need as her son plunged into her again and again. So big. So hard. So... Her body was buffeted against the wall as they fucked mindlessly, like animals in rut. No thought but one in her mind. Release. A ravenous, overpowering need for release.

Bette tensed as she felt her approaching orgasm snaking throughout her body. "Soon... baby... Soon... I'm... gonna... " Each word accentuated by a thrust, she wrapped herself tightly around him and started to let herself go.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

The thought processing plant known as his brain has completely shut down, allowing his baser instincts to take over. Instincts that do not care who he is fucking or why but is only aware of the fact that for the first time in his young life, his stout erection has finally found a willing vagina to sink into.

And the feeling of being inside it. He moans as his body drinks in the sensation of his mother's ribbed cunt hugging the sides of his shaft as he answers the mating call and starts to push in and out in an increasingly amount of fevour.

Pushing his mother against the wall, his hands grip her shoulders as his hips hard and fast into her groin, sending his more than abundant erection into her time and time again.

"Soon... baby... Soon... I'm... gonna... "

But he is hardly aware of her words. His whole being centred on pleasing his own hungry body as he pounds her harder and faster.

Sharp pains erupt on his back as she digs her fingers nails deep into his flesh but he still hammers on. The wet slapping noise of their sexes merging, the heavy gasps of the participants and the accompanying pounding of his mother hitting the wall almost appearing overwhelming and still they fuck. Still they mate.

Harder!

Faster!

In!

Out!

Each lust driven thrust, sends the boy's enraged shaft deep into his mother's tightly gripping sheath...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Bette's body vibrated with the force of her orgasm, the walls of her vagina clasping and releasing her son's erection in a steady rhythmic pulse as he continued to drive himself into her.

Harder.

Faster.

She kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his chin... She wove her fingers through his hair. She whispered her desire, her need and heard him mewling. A low sound, almost painful... A prelude to...

Bette urged her son on, tightening her muscles around his shaft as he swelled even further. "Cum for me... Cum... " she encouraged.

Suddenly, Frank Jr.'s body tensed and Bette knew it was time. "Yes, baby... Yess... " she gasped as he finally erupted, sending stream after powerful stream of cum deep into her body.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

The boy groans as the throbbing in his groin increases, his grip on his mother's body strengthing as he redouble his efforts.

"Cum for me... Cum... " Hearing her voice, actually asking for it, is too much for the lad. With a loud cry, Frank buries himself deep inside his mother as with each penetrative thrust, he shoots load after thick fertile load deep inside his parent's belly.

"Yes, baby... Yess... " He hears her gasp as he continues to unleash his juices inside her, each thrust pinning her to the wall as she takes all of him.

But finally, despite his virility and strength, it has to come to an end and as they lean against the wall, his still very swollen length inserted fully inside her, his mind starts to clear.

Oh no!

Suddenly realising what he has done, he jumps back, his thick turgid erection coming out of his mother with a wet slurp.

What have I done??

But he cannot speak, to apologise.

Nor can he move.

All the stunned lad can do, his thickly swollen erection pointing out of his groin like some angry serpent, wet with their combined liquids, is just stare at his naked mother. Absentmindedly noting the way she looks. From her wet, crumpled hair; the slick shine of her skin; the red marks on her heavy breasts; the way her thick nipples are sticking out - hard and swollen; and lastly, watching his thick heavy cum slowly dribble from a swollen maw between her legs.

Looking back at her face, he sees that she is looking at him just as intently...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Bette leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath as Frank Jr. stepped away. Her robe crumpled in a pile at her feet, her body felt bruised and swollen, her pussy throbbing from the repeated battering as Frank Jr.'s seed ran down her legs. She stood before him completely naked -- both in body and in mind. Her son's cum! What had she done? What had they done?

She wanted to scream, rage against what had just happened, but she could not. Unwilling to look into his face, Bette found her eyes travelling instead over her son's body. She didn't want to look, she knew she shouldn't, but she just couldn't help it.

He was beautiful, she thought -- a mother's pride filling her as she followed the broad expanse of his shoulders down over his flat, muscled stomach, his slender waist, his... His penis, still vibrantly erect and pointing straight at her was quite possibly the largest she had ever seen. Not even his father's or John Carmody's were this... A twinge from somewhere deep inside made her tremble as she slowly raised her eyes to meet his.

"Dear God" Bette whispered quietly. Starting to raise her hand toward Frank Jr.'s cheek in a futile attempt to comfort him, she let her arm drop limply to her side instead. What could she possibly say to make this right again? How could she... But dear heavens it had been good. So very, very good.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

Finally Frank can speak.

"I-I'm sorry." He sobs, tears starting to flow.

"Oh Frankie, honey." He hears her cry as she takes him into her arms.

"I-I-I..." He tries to say but all he can is cry.

"Shhhh!" She says reassuringly, "Everything's going to be okay."

For a indeterminate time, they just stand there, their bodies grasped together as the mother consoles her distressed son, until eventually the sobs die down.

Slowly, his mother pulls her head back so that they can look at each other and he remembers the situation they are in. His mother, completely naked, has her body pressed against his. His own naked cock, again fully engorged, pressing against her soft stomach.

Almost like an explosion, lust consumes the young lad and instantly he reacts, his face moving towards hers...