Oedipus Fred - Alternate Ending

Note to readers: This is an alternate ending to my story Oedipus Fred. Those who have read it can skip to the end (page 5) if they want. As always this is a work of incest and all characters are above 18.

Prologue

The old lighthouse came into view when I turned the bend heading to the cliffs. The usually friendly stone structure seemed to rise menacingly into the sky, as if sending me a warning.

I drove up the winding road and parked at the base of the building, just a few feet away from the sheer drop into the ocean.

The rickety old staircase shook with every step as I stumbled towards the tower.

Once at the top, I climbed onto the handrails of the balustrade. I sat on the edge, gripping the iron bars.

It was the middle of November, bitterly cold, but I felt nothing.

The winter afternoon was turning dark, yielding to an approaching storm. I gazed at the unending sea.

I remembered my conversation with Steven a few months ago, how confident I was and how sure I was that I could do anything if I put my mind to it.

But now, it was all over.

They say that the old English settlers used to throw recalcitrant slaves into the icy waters of the North Atlantic from this very place. I could imagine what the poor bastards went through - anger, dismay, disbelief. But in the end, a sense of total defeat I'd think and an acceptance of their fate.

I could imagine all this because I was feeling the same things.

I looked down, dark thoughts roiling through my mind. The rocks looked back at me with their jagged smiles, urging me to embrace them. The wind wailed as it swirled up the edge of the cliff, calling my name.

I leaned forward.

********

9 months ago

"Impossible!" he said.

"Why? It's driving me crazy!"

"Let me tell you something. Everyone tried it. John, Dave, Martin, Victor, Jacob, Luis, Tyrone..." Steven listed the names of his high school football buddies.

"Do you remember Armand?"

"The French exchange student? The swimmer with great hair?"

"Yeah. He slept with half the chicks in school in three months. He tried too. His self-confidence was completely shattered by the time he returned to Paris."

I scowled. "If you think that all this is going to discourage me, you are wrong."

"I am not trying to knock you down. It's futile, that's all. I mean, I should know it."

"What? You too?!"

"Yes. After everyone had failed. I thought I could, but I was wrong."

"So, I should drop it?"

"Yes." Steven took a long swig of his beer.

"But if you're going for it, be careful. The failure will get to you before you know it."

I laughed. "Stop being so melodramatic!"

"It's true. Why do you think I moved so far away to fucking Albuquerque for?"

He looked off into the distance. "The funny thing is, you always seem to have a chance."

We sat in silence on the slated roof outside my window, listening to the sounds of drunken people below, at our parents' twentieth wedding anniversary.

An owl hooted as it circled the house looking for mice.

I said with an air of finality, "I'm going to try and fuck mom anyway!"

********

I was single, living at home with my parents, majoring in art history at community college with a minor in music. I did some volunteer work, teaching basic computer usage to the elderly, but that was it.

The thing is, I was lazy.

Otherwise, I would have been like my brother Steven - star line-backer, valedictorian, and all-round nice guy. He has tons of ex-girlfriends, but I am yet to meet one who holds a grudge against him. At twenty-two, only three years older than me, he already has his own company, shipping fresh seafood from Maine to the West Coast.

There's one thing I have going for me though. Once I put my mind to it, I am relentless. And the only thing on my mind right now was my mother.

Dr. Freud would tell you it started at birth, but I realized that I had to fuck her only last month, on her fortieth birthday.

My parents had been fighting and Dad had left in a huff. It was strange because they never fought, at least not in front of us.

Steven was in New Mexico and rarely came to visit, so with Dad out of the house, it was just me and my mom that evening.

It was awkward. She was moping and I thought of going off for a drive, but I did not want to leave her alone.

I was about to put a frozen pizza in the oven, when she stormed in.

"Right! So, your dad and I have dinner reservations and I'll be damned if I'm going to waste it because of that jerk. Do you want to come or should I go alone?"

"Only if you stop yelling. This isn't my fault."

That triggered her and she began to cry. I felt sorry that I had snapped.

I held her in my arms trying to ignore the pendulous breasts pressing against my chest.

"Forget Dad, I'll take you to dinner," I said.

She smiled through the tears.

I wore the same tuxedo that I had worn for prom. But mom! It took her an hour to get ready, but it was fucking Şile Escort worth it. Watching her come down the stairs, was like watching a goddess descend from the heavens.

Mom was a hard ten, or an eleven if you will, on the Spinal Tap scale.

She was wearing a black, floor length gown with an open back. A plunging neckline revealed the massive canyon between her tits. The dress cupped her breasts in the front like a bra and was supported at the shoulders by spaghetti straps.

Black platform pumps made her seem even taller. Her hair was tied in a loosely swept high bun. She had little makeup except for blood red lipstick which highlighted her lush lips.

The pièce de résistance was a silver necklace with a jet black, arrow pendant pointing down towards her cleavage.

As if anyone looking would need directions!

I whistled, taking it all in. "You are right. Dad really is an idiot!"

That pleased her. She linked her arm with mine. "Don't talk about him. Let's just enjoy ourselves tonight."

We went in my car to Luttrell's, a restaurant which had to be booked months in advance.

The valet gave me a dirty look as he took my key. It was probably beneath his dignity to park a rusty old Ford Fiesta.

The hostess, a brunette named Alexandra led us to our table. I was the envy of all the red-blooded males in the room who kept ogling my mom in front of their disapproving partners.

The twinkle in my mom's blue eyes was back and she was laughing again. I felt light headed even though it was mom drinking the wine, I was just having soda.

There was a string quartet playing on the side. Some couples were dancing.

I felt the need to ask. "Would you like to dance mom?"

"Sure!" She sprang to her feet.

I led her to the floor. She was graceful and nimble, both of which I was not. But I did not care. I was oblivious to what was happening around me. All I could feel was her body pressed against mine, as we danced to the music.

After a while mom whispered, "I think our dinner has come."

I parted from her reluctantly, mildly shocked to discover that I had an erection. Had mom noticed it?

The food definitely lived up to the hype. Roasted mussels drizzled generously with garlic almond butter for her and a pork tenderloin with cider jus and rutabaga puree for me.

I skipped dessert, but mom ordered the blueberry ice cream with goat cheese and honeyed truffle shavings in a cone. It was slightly pretentious, but the sight of her licking it with her tongue was enough to make a grown man cry.

The tab set me back by six hundred dollars - almost all the money I had saved working at Bertucci's over winter break. But it was money well spent.

On the drive home, mom was quiet, and looked straight ahead. But her hand found its way to my thigh, just above my knees and stayed there. I was lucky that it was dark and I was dressed in black, else my boner would have been clearly visible.

As I parked in the driveway, mom smiled at me and I got the feeling that if I played this right, I could just end up being the luckiest guy on earth tonight.

But that was not to be.

We entered the house to find dad sitting in the living room, watching TV with a bouquet of flowers by his side.

The three of us sat in silence on that couch, until dad turned to mom and whispered something in her ear.

She refused to acknowledge him for a couple of minutes. Then her face softened and she whispered back to him.

She jumped onto his lap and they started making out right in front of me.

Dad had his tongue in her mouth and a hand inside the back of her dress. I was sure that it was foraging towards her pussy. Mom was moaning and her hand was rubbing his bulge. Dad's grabbed her heavy tits and I caught a glimpse of a pink nipple.

I must have let out an audible gasp because my mom looked at me and saw my flabbergasted expression. She said something to dad and they got up with sheepish grins.

Dad mumbled a goodnight and rushed upstairs.

Mom's dress was all messed up, with one boob almost hanging out. Her red lipstick was smudged and her cheek was wet. Had dad licked her face?

Mom kissed me on my forehead. "You are a good man Frederick Waller. What would I do without you?"

Plenty, I thought. For starters, you are going to get fucked tonight by dad, the lucky motherfucker!

I had been cock-blocked by my own father.

I fell into a disturbed sleep. I had dreams being at Lutrell's, everyone clapping and giving me hi-fives while I fucked mom.

The next morning, I was embarrassed to find that I had had a wet dream - that hadn't happened since I discovered masturbation.

I found an envelope underneath my door with a thousand dollars in cash and a note in my dad's scraggly handwriting ? Thank you son!

********

That was last month. So, the thought of screwing my mom had been festering in my head for a while now.

Watching her at the anniversary party, working the room with her trademark elegance, wit and those big knockers Escort Şile had cemented the idea in my mind.

I realized how correct Steven was. It did seem that I had a chance with mom after dinner that night, if only dad hadn't showed up.

********

Sunlight streamed down on my face from the window, waking me up.

It was still cold, but the solitary oak tree in the backyard was finally showing splashes of green after a long New England winter.

I went down for breakfast, still thinking about mom, wondering if the entire idea was ludicrous.

She was alone in the kitchen, grooving to some song on the radio. White yoga capris hugged her sashaying bottoms.

I sat down quietly to admire the view.

Sensing my presence, she turned around. Her tits wobbled in her pink tank top

"Morning honey! How long have you been sitting here?"

"Long enough to realize that my gorgeous mom can easily dance her way into the next Step-Up movie."

"Liar!" She kissed the top of my head. I caught a whiff of patchouli and lemongrass.

"Where's Dad?"

"Dad left to an early meeting with his editor. Pancakes ok?"

"I'd love some. Do you want any help?"

"Thanks honey. Can you get me a couple of eggs?"

I went to the fridge. "So how was the party?"

"It was great! Cleaning up was a pain though."

"You should have called me. I'd have helped."

"No, no. I finally managed to get Dad to do some work around the house!"

She took the eggs from me and mixed in the other ingredients.

"It was a shame you and Steven left so soon. Abby got completely wasted and started hitting on random guys in the room. Michael's reaction was hilarious!"

Michael was the husband of my mom's best friend, Abigail Clarkson. They were also our next door neighbors.

"He was like, 'Who wants to take her off my hands?!'"

I sat back down and watched her whisk the batter vigorously. Her whole backside wiggled, sexy butt and all.

She turned around and pointed the whisk at me. "Mind you there would have been quite a few takers, the way those big tits were falling out of that dress of hers."

Mom was one to talk! She had the biggest non-augmented breasts in town. Even now, those magnificent orbs were putting unfair pressure on her top.

She returned to making breakfast. "Steven left without saying goodbye last night."

The guilt hit me instantly. It was probably because of our talk yesterday. And we were seeing him for the first time in six months!

I didn't say anything.

Mom put down a platter of pancakes and smothered them with maple syrup.

I forked a big piece into my mouth. "Delish!"

Mom sat on the other side and poured milk into a bowl.

The sunlight hit her back from the window, framing her head in a golden halo. She looked like an angel ? a drop dead gorgeous, big tittied angel.

She poured something into a bowl of milk.

"No pancakes?"

"Muesli. Got to watch my weight. Mud season is here and it'll be summer soon. Only have a couple of months to get in shape for the beach!"

I protested. "You look great mom!" And she did!

I am convinced that the Gods took their own sweet time to create her, to show other women - 'Here! This is what a female of your species should look like!'

"Aww... You are so sweet." Mom channeled Ygritte. "You know nothing, Frederick Waller!"

I groaned. Mom was a huge Game of Thrones fan.

She pressed her boobs against the edge of the table throwing her vast cleavage into sharp relief.

"Dad saw you talking with Steven on the roof. He said it looked serious. Problems?"

I looked at the floor. "No mom. Everything is fine!"

If only she knew that both her sons were talking about fucking her!

"Honey, Are you ok? You seem distracted for some time now." She looked at me with concern.

"Is it a girl thing? You haven't been with anyone since Linda."

Linda was an airhead whom I had dated for a few months. Her idea of fun was going window shopping and taking selfies. Her Instagram had a zillion photos of her in the mall.

"I'm fine mom! I'm just taking a break. Girls are so boring!"

Mom laughed. "Careful now! I'm a girl too you know!"

She made a show of peering into her substantial chest. "An old one, but definitely a girl."

"I didn't mean you mom! I meant girls that I seem to end up with. They are mostly annoying. And you are not old!"

Mom wouldn't give up. "You used to tell me everything when you were little. Now we hardly speak."

"Sorry mom, I have been busy with school and stuff. It's nothing, I promise!"

She put her hand on mine. "I'm always here if you need me."

Oh, I need you alright! I needed to put my cock into your warm pussy while I gobble up those delicious melons!

But, "Sure mom," is what I said.

"What do you want for lunch? I'm going to the farmers' market with Abby."

A few strands of golden hair had escaped her ponytail and fallen across her face. She tucked them Şile Escort Bayan behind her ear, a habit I found irritatingly sexy.

"Nothing. I have class in the afternoon. I'll get a grinder in the cafeteria."

"Make sure you eat something. You look thin honey."

"Yeah mom."

"I'd better get ready." She got up.

I finished my breakfast and went to take a shower. I came downstairs just as the doorbell rang.

"Can you get that Freddie?" mom called out.

I opened the door to see Abigail in dark glasses, with a mug of coffee in her hand.

The morning chill snaked its way into the house.

She was walking gingerly and seemed hungover. "Brrr... Cold... Cold... Cold!"

I closed the door. "Hi Abby. I heard you had a lot of fun last night!"

She unzipped her jacket. "What?! What did your mom tell you? It's all lies! Audrey? Audrey? What did you tell the kid?"

"Your headlights are on," I said.

"Huh? My car is in the garage. I walked."

"I don't think that's what he meant." Mom walked into the foyer and nodded at her friends' chest.

Two hard nipples were poking out of Abigail's powder blue t-shirt, the outlines of her large areolae clearly visible. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra.

"You are a dirty little boy!" Abigail pinched my butt.

"Not so little and it's nothing I haven't seen before!" Abigail was a flirt and I loved to tease her.

I kissed mom on the cheek. "Goodbye ladies! Have fun and stay out of the slush."

"Hey, I want a kiss too!" Abigail spread her arms.

I made to hug her, but then darted out the door to my car parked on the street.

She pouted.

My mother laughed. "Don't be such a slut!"

********

A month passed with me accomplishing nothing.

I hugged mom more, started kissing her on the cheek or the top of the head when either of us left home, things like that. Just to check if she responded in a non-mom way.

But she would just laugh and be like, "What has gotten into you today?"

One evening, I was at home, teaching Silas how to Skype. He was a sweet old widower who lived in the neighborhood and wanted to chat with his grand kids in Australia.

Around five, I got a call from Abigail.

"Hey kiddo! Whatcha upto?"

"Hey Abigail. I'm just showing Silas how to watch porn on the internet!"

Silas cackled. "I don't need you to teach me that boy!"

"Can you two put off your jerkathon for a while? Your mom has a flat and the AA guys say it will take a while. We tried changing the tyre, but couldn't do it."

"Why? That's a man's job. You two wouldn't know a lug nut if it bit you in the ass!" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.

Old Silas tut-tutted and shook his head in the background.

There was a long silence before Abigail replied. "Ok, big guy. Come over and show us then. We'll be in Shelby's at Third and Orchard."

"You done it now kid," Silas said.

"Yeah, yeah I know! I'm in deep shit. We'll continue later."

It was nice outside and I decided to walk, figuring I'd return home in mom's car.

A short while later, I came across mom's silver SUV sitting on the kerb.

Mom and Abigail were at Shelby's, a bar just across the street. A couple of other women were with them, drinking beer.

Seeing me, Abigail whistled. "Hold on tight ladies! A real, live, flesh and blood man! Feast your eyes on him!"

I smiled sheepishly.

She told my mom. "When you left home today, the child was just a boy, but now he's a maaaaan!"

The women laughed.

"I deserved that. I'm sorry." I took the keys from mom and went to fixing the flat.

I was finished in about twenty minutes. By the time I returned, there were more people in the bar.

Mom was flirting with the bartender and Abigail was dancing with some guy who was pawing at her tits. It didn't take more than a couple of beers to make them tipsy.

I hustled them out before they got into trouble. "C'mon guys, time to go!"

"Oooh! The man has spoken Audrey! We have to do what the man says!"

Mom said, "That's right Abby. Else the man will get angry!"

"Mom! Not you too!"

They sat in the backseat, giggling like schoolgirls.

"Let's get you both home and I'll make you a nice cup of coffee."

********

The next morning, mom stumbled into the kitchen wearing only a bathrobe and clutching her head. Her eyes were bloodshot and her usual bubbly personality was missing.

I pushed her gently into a chair and poured a cup of orange juice. "Here drink this. I'll make you breakfast."

She lay her head on the table and groaned. "I feel like someone has set my brain on fire."

I made a couple of eggs sunny side up, with toast. "Eat this. You will feel much better."

Moving behind her, I massaged her shoulders.

"I drank too much yesterday, huh?"

I joked. "Abigail is a bad influence on you mom, you need to get rid of her!"

"What happened? I don't remember much after we left Shelby's."

"Mom, I think not remembering is a good thing." Her bathrobe had opened slightly and I marveled at the creaminess of her tits.

"Why? What did we do? Don't tell me that Abigail flashed at truckers?"

"Umm... Not sure you want to hear this mom"

"Wait. Did I flash some truckers?"