Born Bad - Part 5
#5 of Born Bad
To say that families varied in their values and sensibilities would not even begin to describe the social structure of the Mortenson family. The morning after Marv had committed his first murder, killing the crack dealing bear in the park after robbing him blind, he was being rewarded for his "good" behavior by Brenda, who despite getting home early in the morning from an unexpected shift at the diner, had found the energy to get on her back in bed. The window unit air conditioner, it's filter caked with the debris from countless cigarettes being smoked in the room, rattled away as Marv and Sean got it on with their mother. Brenda, still in great shape, felted her breats jiggling around as her elder son rode her hard.
"Oh," breathed the she wolf in a raspy voice. "Give Mommy that big cock of yours!"
Marv grinned, sweat beating down his face as he fucked his mother's brains out. The more he did this, the rougher he liked it. He dugs his claws into his mother's sides as he leaned down, nipping her on the neck. Brenda moaned, not in pain, but in pleasure as her boy gave it to her hard. The she wolf was quite proud of how good he was becoming in bed, much better than he late husband, who could barely last two minutes in bed before he achieved climax.
Sean was busy stroking his own hardened cock as he took in the show. The younger, smaller wolf had taken to lying on the bed, getting a close up view of the abominable sex show of mother and son. The sight of his older, bigger brother plowing his mother senseless was so . . . unreal, so enthralling to the boy. He pumped furiously at his cock as Marv bit down on their mother's neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make the she-wolf moan. She wanted Marv to completely dominate her. She could go all day with him, and had at times done just that, letting him fuck her over and over for hours on end until he was thoroughly drained, dehydrated and ready to pass out. Brenda's teeth ground together, feeling the throes of orgasm. As she hollered out, her mouth open wide, Sean got on his knees, blasting his cum all over her face and inside her mouth. Marv dug his claws into her flesh even deeper as he blasted his seed deep inside of her, finally collapsing and rolling over.
Panting hard, Brenda still managed to reach over for her cigarettes and lighter, giving Marv and Sean each a light before she placed a single stick in her cum drenched mouth.
"Fuck," said the she wolf after exhaling her first drag of the new cigarette. "You boys are making Mommy very happy."
Marv really didn't care whether or not he was making his mother happy, as long as she was willing to give him pussy, that was all that mattered to him. He took a deep drag of his own cigarette, exhaling and watching the smoke blow back towards him as the window unit caught the smoke. He thought about what he and Sean would do today. It was going to be another fine summer day. A perfect day to live life to the fullest.
It was indeed a fine summer day, with a gentle breeze and low humidity. Marv and Sean waited until Brenda fell asleep before they ventured out for the day. After all the beatings, theft and Marv's first murder the night before, ti dawned on the Mortenson brothers that it was time to truly enjoy the fruits of their labor. With thousands of dollars to spend, the two wolves didn't bother taking the hot, crowded city buses that required waiting by the curb. Instead they chose the more expensive, but much more flexible method of a taxi service. In the taxi, they didn't have to listen to babies crying, or other beasts whining about their pathetic problems. They could simply tell the driver where they wanted to go and when they wanted to go. Marv especially liked the cool air conditioning that was hitting his face from the front vents.
Growing up poor, the boys had been inundated with countless commercials that advertised the latest products, the flashiest gadgets, all of which was well out of their price range--until now. Marv had some damn fine ideas for how to spend his share of their money. Going to some of the finer stores in town, the older wolf picked out a set of nice aviator sunglasses, thinking that they made him look like a bad ass. He grinned as he looked at himself in the mirror with them on. The $200 price tag was now completely trivial to him, though the cashier did a double take when she saw the wolf hand her a wad of cash for the payment. Not to be outdone by his older sibling, Sean picked out the same pair of sunglasses.
Thinking that their sunglasses just didn't look right with their wardrobe--as the boys had gone their entire lives wearing second hand, thrift shop clothes--their next stop was to get some new threads and shoes. Marv and Sean had to be very careful going into the changing room, as both wolves had brought their guns with them. Setting down the pistols gently on the bench, they went about trying on the various garments they had selected. In total, they spent over $500 on their new apparel, and they still had money to blow.
Sean complained when Marv told him that they were going to the bookstore next. The younger wolf couldn't understand what his brother found so interesting in a place that didn't sell electronics or food, but Marv told him to shut up and be quiet. Like most kids his age, Marv hated school, but found reading to be fascinating, with his reading level well above average for his age. He went into the biographical section at the large bookstore they had entered, selecting several titles about his favorite people in the world--gangsters. He remembered the previous year ins school being completely blown away reading the stories about the gangsters and mobsters of The Roaring Twenties and Great Depression. To him, they represented the ultimate freedom,; not caring who they fucked over or killed and living life to the fullest. That was the life for Marv, not the life that was most likely destined for him given his circumstances. He hated the thought of going to work long hours in a hot factory for shitty pay. Those people were complete pussies, they had no balls at all. He was going to live life the way he wanted--whatever the cost.
By this time both brothers were growing hungry and decided to get some real food. Having been raised on bologna sandwiches, canned pasta and raman noodles, they were ready for a fancy restaurant. Getting a booth all to themselves, Marv ordered a gigantic serving of onion rings for an appetizer, which of course Sean also had to get. For the main course, Marv got barbecue ribs, steak fries and green beans. Sean selected a country fried steak with gravy, mashed potatoes and cooked carrots. It was all they could do to finish their meal. The bill? Over $50, and still they had money to burn.
Getting in the taxi again, Marv wondered just how far he could go with his money. He looked at the driver, a middle-aged male zebra who had barely paid any attention to the boys.
"Hey," said Marv, getting out his wallet.
"Yeah?" said the zebra, briefly turning his head to look at Marv.
"Where's the nearest liquor store?" Marv inquired.
The zebra looked back at him again. "Kid, I know you're not old enough to go into any liquor store."
"True," said Marv. "But you are."
"And if the taxi company finds out that I've been buying alcohol for minors, I'll lose my job and get arrested."
"I'm not going to tell anyone," said Marv. "Come on . . . there's fifty bucks in it for you."
The zebra looked back for a third time. "You serious?"
"Like a fucking heart attack," Marv mused. "What do you say?"
The zebra looked at the crisp fifty dollar bill the young wolf had in his paw. He thought about it for thirty seconds or so before saying. "Okay. What do you want?"
"Bottle of Johnny Walker Black," ordered Marv. "The big bottle."
The zebra drove a few blocks to the nearest liquor store. With the meter still running, he got out of the tax quickly, running into the liquor store. Marv grinned at his younger brother as the zebra was in the store. "You see, Sean? Money is the answer to everything!"
The zebra ran back into his taxi cab, hoping no one had seen what he just did. He handed the older wolf a large bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag. Sweat was pouring from his forehead. "Don't you dare tell anyone about this!" he warned the wolf, his voice quivering with fear.
"Don't worry," said Marv, completely relaxed. "I got nothin' to gain by rattin' you out!"
He handed the zebra the fifty dollar bill, which he swiftly stashed in his pocket. "Where to now?" asked the driver.
"Home," said Marv.
The boys stashed their new clothes away in their closet, hoping that their mother wouldn't get suspicious about how they came into such nice threads. Brenda was at work now and wouldn't be back until later that night. Sean was busy playing the Nintendo games he had stolen from his friend Jimmy, who had told him that his family was moving into another apartment after they had been robbed. Sean was devious enough that he actually gave back the Super Mario Bros game he had borrowed from the jaguar earlier, saying that at least he would have one game when his family got enough money to buy another NES. Jimmy--not knowing that his friend had actually robbed him while his family was away--gave the wolf a hug, telling him that he had a great friend. When Sean told his brother about this, the older wolf couldn't stop laughing at the deception. His younger brother was coming along nicely.
As Sean played the Nintendo, Marv was busy lying on the couch in his underwear, listening to his stolen Sony Walkman and drinking the recently purchased Johnny Walker Black. The older Mortenson boy was used to beer, but the hard liquor was a new taste to him. He was careful not to drink it too fast, having heard horror stories about the terrible hangovers that were associated from overindulging in Scotch. He could feel himself getting tipsy already.
As he listened to the music, drank his booze, and watched Sean play video games, he could feel himself getting super horny again. His mother's sexual appetite had been a huge gain for him, as he was getting pussy every single day from her, but with her at work, that left only pawing off as a means of sexual release
Or did it?
Marv looked over at Sean, sitting on the floor and staring into the television as his paws pressed the controller to navigate the game he was playing. Looking back at the coffee table, he saw his wallet sitting there. He still had plenty of money to waste. Feeling the effects of the Scotch as he sat up, he shut off the Walkman.
"Hey," yelled Marv at his brother.
Sean paused his game, turning around. "What?"
"You wanna make fifty bucks?" asked the older wolf, holding up his wallet.
"Sure," said Sean, his eyes glowing. "What do I have to do?"
Grinning, Marv pulled his cock out of the waistband of his briefs. "Suck my dick," he said, as if he were asking nothing out of the ordinary.
"What?" said Sean, aghast at the request. "No!"
"Come on," said Marv, rubbing at his cock. "You mean to tell me that you don't want fifty bucks?"
"I do but . . ."
"Okay," said the older wolf, getting into his wallet again. "I'll give you a hundred bucks!"
"One hundred?" said Sean curiously.
"One hundred bucks," repeated Marv, waving the money around. "But you have to do it anytime I want for the next week when Mom's at work."
Sean looked over at the television, seeing the paused Nintendo game, then back at his brother. "You're really gonna give me one hundred bucks?"
"Yeah," said Marv, growing hornier by the minute. "One hundred bucks! Get over here and get sucking!"
Sean sighed. He really wanted that extra one hundred bucks. It could buy him a game or two, maybe even three if he went down to the used electronics store that was just a few blocks away from their apartment. Moving over to the couch, he knelt down, looking at his brother's erect cock. He closed his eyes, giving the head of the cock a very quick, light lick. Marv groaned at the touch, wanting more. He watched as Sean licked at it again, this time raking his tongue from the head of Marv's cock down to the base. The older wolf squirmed with delight at the stimulation. Eventually, Sean opened his mouth, taking the member inside. Marv warned him to be careful with his teeth, as he didn't want scraped or bitten. Sean was careful, going slowly at first, but gradually built up speed, much to Marv's approval. The older wolf alternated between drinking form his bottle of Scotch, and fixing his gaze at his younger brother going down on him. Sean had never done this before, but he was clearly showing talent in the oral department. His paws dug into the upholstered couch, his cock now completely erect and leaking pre from the tip. He couldn't last much longer as Sean was going faster and faster, per Marv's instructions. The older wolf didn't even bother giving his brother a warning as he blew his load. Sean coughed and gagged as semen gushed in his mouth, the taste was salty and strange. Marv slumped back on the couch, drained, but satisfied with his brother's blow job.
"Here," said Marv, tossing the younger wolf the hundred dollars. "Remember, you have to do that whenever I want for the next week."
Sean shrugged his shoulders, apparently not showing any revulsion in what he just did. Marv, feeling more intoxicated, smiled as his brother sat down and resumed his Nintendo game. The younger wolf played only another thirty seconds before pausing the game once more and looking back at Marv.
"Hey, Marv?"
"Yeah?"
"You gonna be ready for that again?"
"Yeah, later on. Why?"
"Um . . . no reason," said Sean, turning away and playing his game again.
Marv took another swig of Scotch and smiled, thinking to himself, "I
think he liked it!"