The Misbegotten
True Scent - Summer 2018

About ten minutes later, we heard footsteps upon thestairs. They were soft thuds thatsounded familiar to the both of us. Whenthe tentative knock sounded in our ears, we knew it was my mother.

Katie spoke first.

I couldn’t trust my throbbing head and aching stomachenough to speak above a whisper.

“Come in, Auntie,” she said. She didn’t move, but kept applying pressureupon either of my temples, trying to ease the pounding in my head.

My mother opened the door and took a step into theroom as she would any day of the year. Then, she stopped short. Shedressed for work in a tight-fitting skirt and matching blouse, sensible heelson her feet.

It was the sight of me, in only my shorts, and herniece, her legs about my head, massaging me, that surprised her. I could see a momentary sense of uneasinessripple throughout. The natural intimacybetween Katie and me was palatable. Maybe we looked too familiar with one another. Maybe our bodies seemed used to touching asif we’d been close like this countless times. I watched as her eyes drink in the details of the situation. The fact Katie was wearing her gossamersleeping outfit. The fact I was betweenher legs. My unmistakable proximity toKatie’s womanhood, just inches away, behind a thin layer of cotton. Her eyes narrowed.

For a moment, as I measured her stare, it flashedthrough my mind that my mother had in face seen me. It was the night before again. I had inserted my tongue into Katie and ateher out like I was possessed. While,between my legs, Katie plunged my cock down her throat time and timeagain. Fuck, I’m going to hell! She hadbeen watching! She knows!

Even so, my Katie was a magician and appeared to haveanticipated this interaction in advance. She did so with a mere an inflection in her voice. It took no more than a minor tweak and a dropor two of urgency. Together, they madethe knowing, comprehending, look on the face of my mother disappear.

“Auntie, Estefan is sick!”

It was so simple,so perfect.

“What?!?” My mother rushed the rest of the way throughthe door and came to the side of the bed. “What happened?” she asked in a flurry, her maternal instincts firing onall cylinders.

I smiled at her. Maybe a little too wan, but hey, she was my mom.

Katie explained. “I’m not sure either of us knows for certain. He was fine, got up after his alarm woke usboth up and began getting his stuff together. I went to wash up and all crazy he burst through the bathroom doorholding his mouth. I didn’t even havethe time to ask what was wrong, because before I could react he was throwing upin the toilet. A lot, Auntie, like hehad eaten something bad and his body were rejecting it…” She paused, fast-thinking the situation.

Delight filled me. She was such a perfect liar!

“No, it was different than that. It was like something was making him throwup, like it was forcing him to reject what was in his body. Like if someone was pumping his stomach. It was awful!”

Her statement made me frown. I glanced up at her. Whatthe fuck was she talking about? Had itlooked like that for real?

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 theshit. “Better, mom, but my head waspounding after I finished.” I gesturedwith a hand. “I was able to make it outhere, 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 too intimate. They were just acting the way we’ve taughtthem – take care of your family. “Wellthank god Katie was here to take care of you. Who’s to say what would’ve happened if she hadn’t been here.”

I just smiled, though somewhat stiff, because the painwas still coursing through my head. Katie’s warm touch dulled it. Though nice, it hadn’t banished it altogether.

“So, I guess that means you won’t be going to schoolthen, huh?” reasoned my mother, clicking her tongue on the roof of hermouth. It was a thing she did whencircumstances arose that she couldn’t change and had to submit to them.

“It’s only a Minimum Day, mom,” I managed. I felt a funny tingling in my nose, almost asthough I could feel what I was smelling. It was – and still is – very hardto describe. “I think I can afford to miss it.”

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

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

My mother thought to herself for a second, while Katiecontinued 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. “I will take care of that for you, Effy. You guys need any more money?”

“No,” I said at once, not willing to garner suspicionover what should’ve been only Katie and I eating for the day. The fact we blew through almost all the$380.00 she’d given us, might’ve caused my mother to look deeper into what wehad done the day before. I wanted noneof that. It might lead her down theactual path to the truth. I never wantedher to know Katie and I had made love. Never! It might have been feral and intense, though we would always consider itmaking love. It didn’t escape the fact Ihad buried my dick in her pussy. Thethought alone would sicken my mother beyond anything she could’ve everdreamed. I didn’t want her to have to gothrough any of that shit.

My mother’s mouth tugged to one side, playful, and Iknew I had diverted her attention exactly as I had intended. She was thinking I didn’t want to overburdenthe family by asking for too much money. She figured I was being a proper, well-mannered son, and not thedepraved retch that I truly 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. The unexpected waft of her skirt sent analmost imperceptible rustle of air in my direction.

To my utter astonishment, a thrust of a thousand,thousand scents assaulted my nose almost at once. Smells unlike anything I had ever imagined inmy life. Not just the fragrance of herperfume or the body wash she had used earlier when she had taken her morningshower. Not just her individual musk,which, in itself stunned me where I lay – it was so much more. Each of those things, streaking though mybrain like a million lasers, was identifiable, undeniable, and distinct. It was as though I could smell the separateparts that made them; the jasmine, the aloe Vera and the honey butter in herbody wash. And yet, even those I brokedown and categorized in my mind in an instant. I could smell the starch on the material of her skirt, the residualsmell of detergent below the ozone left behind by the iron she had used uponthe garment. There was the sharp, soapyodor of the shaving cream upon her legs, the brand new smell of the nylons shewore. Even the musky, animal-likeessence of the leather belt she had about her waist registered. It was amazing… and it was invigorating...and 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 do feel better, Effy, don’t to invite toomany friends over, once they’re out of school. I don’t want to come home to a disaster,” saidmy mother. She was oblivious to what Iwas experiencing or the fact Katie had gone as rigid as a pointing bird-dog. “If you have Ramona over just make sure Katieis around, ok? I don’t want anygrandchildren this soon in my life, understand?” She was staring at me, pointed.

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

“Estefan,”she repeated with a little more emphasis.

That snapped me from the smells and my thoughts.

She was serious now.

“Yeah, yeah, ok mom. No problem,” I replied, quick, trying to refocus on the scents, but theywere fading fast. It was hard to lockback onto them.

My mother harrumphed, turned back toward the door andwalked out of the Loft. She stopped,looking down in disgusted shock. She hadseen my puke-in-a-bag and was most likely wondering how she had overlooked iton her way up.

“I’ll throw thataway in the outside trash a bit,” I supplied before she could speak.

Only a yuck-filled grimace came from her as shetip-toed around the bag, twisting back in our direction. “I hope you feel better, son.” She shook from the shoulders down to herwaist in revulsion and made her way down the stairs. The door closed with a soft click behind herretreating form.

Above me, Katie exploded like had goosed her right upthe anus.

I was suddenly reduced to blinking in confusion. There were sharp pains behind my eyes for aninstant, because of the movement. Then,I felt nothing.

“Jesus Christ, Estefan, the smell!” was all she couldget out as she bound from the bed. Frantic, she clutched at – of all things – her crotch.

What thefuck?

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

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

I frowned at that. For me it had been more of a wondrous experience, not something I wouldequate to being drug induced. I realizedKatie hadn’t stopped talking.

“ – when I first smelled you, it was such a shock, adeep seeded jolt that hit my brain one instant. Then it dove right down into my pussy. It was almost like someone was flicking their tongue across my clit orsomething. Oh god, Eff, I wanted to feelyour dick inside me to the point it was driving me mad!” she finished stilllaboring for air. Her hand hadn’t movedfrom the top of her pubis. Her fingersspread as if she were about to start masturbating any second now.

Wait aminute, had she said the way I smelled? I hadn’t smelled me. I hadsmelled my mother. What the hell wasthis chick talking about?

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

“Your mother!”she bellowed. “Jeez, Eff, what the heckare you talking about! I couldn’t’vesmelled dog shit if it had been right under my nose with the sweet odor comingfrom your body. It was so much, so wonderful,” she retorted as sheinternalized her thought and fell silent. The tip of her middle finger began to rub up and down over her pajamabottoms.

“Me? Yousmelled me? But that doesn’t make anysense. I mean, how could that be whenthe only scents that registered were those that came from my mom?” I queried,now more than just confounded. “And whyare you playing with yourself?” I demanded. Maybe more cross than I intended.

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

“Be-because the smell, Eff… it made me… want to fuck,”she murmured. It was just loud enough soI could hear her. This wasn’t the usualKatie, but then again neither was I used to what she was talking about. “Your smell, cuz, it turned me on so…fast. It was so intense. It took all my willpower just to stay where Iwas 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 theslightest bit amorous. She was tellingthe truth. I could see it her eyes, readit in her body language…

…Smell… it was coming from her… skin…?

I reached for the smell at once. I drank in the mineral richness, the seaalgae and the thick, underlying remnant of Vitamin E – it comprised the bodywash I had in my bathroom. Below that Icould sense the sun kissed heat of her body, the loamy oils within herpores. And… oh sweet heaven… the tangy,ferment of her vagina – she was in heat! I could sense she had soaked her bottoms with her own pussy juice. Her lips ran with it, ready for penetration,begging for it.

Then, I saw her face.

Her entire visage twisted in a rictus snarl. She was fighting with every fiber of herbeing against some incredible, some powerful, unseen foe. She had one hand upon her breast, the othersquirming like an eel she could just control. With a mind of its own, it tried for her crotch. She was straining against her unruly hand,trying so desperate not to touch herself.

“Effy… stop!”she rasped through clenched teeth.

At once, I pulled back from the smell.

Just as fast, the titanic fight she was contendingwithin, abated. Without ceremony, shefell to her knees, exhausted from the rigor of combating whatever the fuckshe'd been struggling.

“W-w-what happened…?” I asked, mulish.

“Whathappened!?! What happened!” she began, a pitiful heap upon the floor. “You fucking did it again, only this time itwas like three times stronger, you fucking jerk!”

“B-b-but what d-d-id I do?” I was stammering. I was so shocked be her behavior.

“You were forcing me to want you! Your god damned smell was making me lose mymind, I almost couldn’t think. Fuck thatwas so strong!” Her reply was as muchfor me as it was for herself. She keptrunning one of her hands through hair. Once more, sweat made it matted.

From the ground floor, we heard the front door closewith a thud. The high pitched voices ofmy younger siblings wafted up to us. They were walking down the pathway to my mother’s car on their way school.

“I did this to you?” I knew it was a lame question, but I had to ask. This was all so bizarre.

Katie had almost caught her breath. “Yes, my dear, my fucking pain in the ass,you did this to me.”

“But… how?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” She sat back on her butt and as she did so,the lighting about her changed just enough. I could see her pajamas were now drenched in sweat.

Son of abitch, what had I done?

Out of instinct, I went to reach out for the scent ofher sweat, but stopped myself a moment later. Wait one damned minute, I saidto myself, an idea beginning to take root in my brain. “Katie?”

“Yes, Effy,” she answered, her voice weary now, asthough she’d experienced a fill days’ worth of crap in a few hours’ time.

“I think I know how I did it,” I ventured,gingerly. I could tell she was a littleperturbed with me. Katie hated it whenanyone tried to force her into anything, regardless if it was somethingappealing to her. It was the principalof having something forced onto her that drove her to fury within seconds.

Her head snapped up in an instant. “How?”

“I could smell you. I just sort of let myself go into the essence of it. I lost myself, because it was soincredible. Seconds later, I looked upand you were all contorted and looking crazy. When you asked me to stop that broke my concentration and I… pulled backfrom the fragrance.” I shook myhead. “I came out of it and you fell tothe floor, free of whatever it was assaulting you.”

“B-but how are you able to…?” Now it was her turn to stutter withdisbelief.

“I have no clue…”

She sighed and her shoulders slumped a bit. “Well, I guess just don’t do that for a whileand we’ll be ok. At least, until we canfigure out what the hell is going on.”

“Yeah, ok,” I agreed, more than a little guilty forthe state I had left her.

A long, thoughtful silence ensued.

“How’s your head,” she asked out of the blue. Her eyes, once more, shrouded with concern.

My brow furled at the inquiry. I tilted my head to the side as I searchedwithin myself for an answer.

Only seconds passed.

“It’s gone,” came the only response that made sense.

“What?” Herface bunched for the second time in the last five minutes.

I smiled out of the corner of my mouth. “It’s gone.”

She shook her head. “This is all so fucked up.”

I didn’t answer right away. I sat there, on my bed, fiddling with thecomforter before I looked at her once more. Even sticky with perspiration, her hair pasted to her face, her nightclothes disheveled and askew - she was gorgeous to me. I felt so lucky in that instant just to knowher. Thank god she was mine.

“Katie, I’m sorry.” I mumbled the apology.

She was off her feet in a flash and came to me. Deftly, she put her knees to either side ofme upon the bed, so she straddled my hips. She lowered herself onto me, letting her legs jut further apart as herarms encircled me about my neck, the tip of me bumped against her. Her eyes sought mine. She made me stare back into the bottomlesswell-spring.

“It is not every day that someone says ‘sorry’ to me,Effy, not even close,” she breathed, husky, from her chest. Her lips were but a fraction of an inch awayfrom mine. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I replied with just as much fervor.

She kissed me then - not forceful or hungry, but slowand long. Her tongue and mine dancedabout one another like Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire². Our hands spayed wide as we caressed theother, wanting to feel as much of the other with every single touch. Our hips weren’t moving, though our bodiescrushed together. This was not a kiss ofpassion. This was a kiss of pure,unblemished love.

It was the first of eight I was to have over thecourse of my long, long lifetime.

After a few minutes, we disengaged our lips and justsat there hugging one another with a fierce sense of possession. I held her with both arms.

Katie clung to me with her arms and legs wrappedaround me. She squeezed me so hard, Ifelt compressed on all sides, but it felt perfect.

I might becrude and rude, a pervert and vulgar at times, but when it first hit me; it wasa love that has never left me. It was alight. It was a magnificent beacon ofcalm and heat. Katie taught me this.

It was a few minutes later when we came apart andagreed it was time to get our day started. The first order of business was a shower – our first together.

{ ¹Ferris Bueller: main character in the 1986 film,Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, wherein he convinces his parents he is sick by actinglike a young child. }

{ ²Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire: Fred Astaire (May 10, 1899- June 22, 1987) and GingerRogers (July 16, 1911- April 25,1995) were iconic dance partners who stared in 10 motion pictures together from1933–1949. }