Batman Always Wins

A grim choice this young man has to over come. But he picks his Mom. I rode the short bus in school so I’m sure it’s not perfect but I hope you can enjoy it anyway. Everyone is 18+ and wicked as it is it at one time incest was normal it runs though history.

Batman always wins.

It’s 2010. My name is Dan Allan Bogart. I’ve been waiting for proof; it took over a year, but I have it. It’s ten times worse than I thought. I just need to set him up to get busted with the proof on him as he is arrested. I’ll show my Dad the fucker, you can beat up Batman, but in the end, the Dark Knight always wins.

I am sure very little of this makes sense, so I need to work on my skills in telling a tale. It was the day before my eighteenth birthday. I had big plans later that night with my girlfriend. I was hanging out with my girlfriend, Cindy. We were playing a video game at my house, waiting for her folks to leave on a trip in a few hours. So we will have the place alone. We had headsets, sitting on my bed, and racking up kills like Veterans. My SATS test was in two weeks things were looking up.

Our noise lever was almost zero, but that was enough. If we are not making noise, we must be doing Netflicks and chill. I mean, right? Hell, we just got into kissing each other a few dates ago. Tonight was going to be unique a first for both of us. My Dad kicked the door in, tossed Cindy into the hall, closed the door with my desk chair, and says. “You fight back. I’ll beat the crap out of your Mother. Nosy Parker’s get what they deserve.”

He beat the crap out of me. I know how to fight back, but I am not risking my Mom. My six foot three was three inches on Dad, my arm’s reach was five or six inches over Dad, my weight was one hundred and ninety pounds to his two hundred and forty pounds of I always thought it was lard, but lard does not hit this hard.

My blue eyes started to seal shut with blood. I can see a little, and the hits keep coming like rain. I hear my Dad wheezing loudly. He stops. It gives me hope that it’s over. Dad pulls the cord out of the wall plug from the lamp. I see with blood-filled eyes as I’m having trouble getting a breath. My ribs must be cracked; my blood makes it hard to see clearly.

Dad twisted the USB charger for my phone to the A.C. cord, plugged it in, and my phone exploded. Shit, Dad saw me watching him and putting my phone up. He must have guessed I got him on tape talking to one of his women on a phone call. Pounding on the door sounded loud. It was a police officer’s flashlight then the door blew open, having been kicked. My Mom, Linda, came into my room with the officer.

Mom says, “Cindy’s safe let’s get you to the hospital. Your Batman tee-shirt is all bloody.”

My Mom did not wait for an ambulance but loaded me up in her SUV, and I was sitting in the E.R. waiting to be seen when the senior partner from Dad’s firm was talking to Mom about not filling charges it would make the firm look bad it would hurt their bonuses. The doctor finished patching me with x-rays, taping my ribs, and closing up my cuts caused by Dad’s school ring. Finally, Mom drives me home helps me pack my suitcase and backpack, picks up my laptop, and hands me a new phone in a box, a pay-as-you-go phone.

I have not spoken yet, but Mom says. “You can’t stay here. Your Dad wants you out. You can go to my Mother’s lake house; he won’t know where you went. I think it will make him happy. What did you do to piss him off?”

My first thought was to tell Mom about the phone call, but my Mom needed proof before she would believe anyone. I say. “Cindy and I were sitting on my bed playing video games. When I played last time, Dad made such a stink about making too much noise, so we had headsets on this time. I guess he thought we were getting busy. He kicked my door in, tossed Cindy out, and told me if I fought back, he hurt you, so I sat there and took it.”

Mom looked stunned and said. “I see no lies in your face. You can’t keep shit from me, but you’re holding something back. Well, we need to move. I got a text your Dad is waiting for a bail hearing in an hour or so. They’re getting a Judge out of bed to do this. So the man’s connected.”

I dosed on the drive up to the Lake-house; it kept me from talking and spilling the beans. My Grandmother is a youthful sixty-eight, but she is the spitting image of my Mom; Gran stood a good five foot eight to my Moms five nine. They shared the same build 36C-34- 38, and looked like they had the same weight, one hundred and forty pounds or so, with bright red hair. My Moms’ hair was cut short looks so sexy on her. My Gran had long hair, and both had green eyes. I was led into the house and taken to bed. I heard voices. I thought I felt a kiss on my lips; I knew the smell was my Mother.

Sometime later, I mumbled and tripped over the words I say. “I need to pee, please.”

I was turned on my side gently. My hand was placed on my cock, and a man’s urinal was held in place. My eyes tried to open, and I saw Gran smiling as I peed some blood. Getting out of bed was hard, but my Gran helped you made me get up and brush my teeth daily. I sit in the shower on a bench, a washcloth draped over my cock. Gran wore a bathing suit. It was an old swimsuit, but damn, you were as hot as my Mom. A sponge bath every few days while sitting in the shower was no big deal as long as I was in pain and on pain pills.

Two weeks into my recovery, Gran started homeschooling me for a few hours a day. A month later, you took me to the doctors, and they took my stitches out and cut me off of pain pills. While waiting my turn, the guy next to me started talking about hacking into somebody on the phone. He spoke about his boss at work setting him up to be busted by the police with the evidence.

My wheels started turning in my brain at the speed of sound. If Dad did it once, he’s done it for years. As I healed, I studied hard to get into computer systems and how to hook up a live video feed and send it to the cloud. Over the next three weeks, I was getting around better, but my Gran would not take no for an answer for one last bath.

I sat there in the shower, and you wore panties and a tee shirt; it got wet in seconds. I felt your hot breast on my back; your nipples were hard. My penis was growing to its full seven inches. It had a wash rag as a hat but not for long. My Gran stopped, and your nipples were hot and firm in my back. Then, without a word, you soaped up my erect cock. Its head was looking purple. My Gran’s hands were tiny next to my cock. It took both hands to grip me fully. You kissed my neck, and my skin burned as I turned my head and found your lips. After kissing you, your breath got short your neck went red.

I pulled your nipples hard, and you moaned and dropped to your knees; as you swallowed my hard cock it took you two tries to get me all in your mouth. I hold your head as your long hair gets wet. You gagged on my seven-inch cock like it was not your first.

Your hand teases my ass and balls, and I say. “I coming Gran dear my my Oh So good.”

I arched my back and screamed. I was unsure what or how to do it, but the porn I was watching was made by women. I pull your shirt up, and I tease your hard nipples as my hand pulls your panties off you, as my fingers find your pussy. I knocked on your hard clit, spanking you there till it was your turn to scream.

You gasped for breath and say. “Damn, my eyes are crossed; needless to say, we don’t tell your Mom about this.”

I was dried off and was fed breakfast. Then, I heard the phone ring, and Gran was talking to Mom. I’m not sure why I did what I did, but I walked to my Gran and dropped to my knees as I pulled your shorts down, and my lips sucked on you, your clit in my mouth, and you tried to hang on, you say. “I need to put dinner in the oven, dear here; speak to your young man.”

I spent the next five minutes finding out my Gran sucks a mean cock. I lasted till I hung the phone up. I pulled you up to your feet, I kissed you, and I rubbed my hot cock against your pussy like I saw in porn. You moaned and held my head, and we yet to speak about how wrong this was, but you did not say no you pleaded. “Inside me now, please I don’t want to hear how wrong this is. You made me feel alive again.”

We made it to the bed, and you pulled me inside your hot wet pussy. I felt like coming the second I’m inside. I rub your clit, afraid to move, too scared that I come too soon and not make you feel good. You screamed, and you pulled me tight.

I felt it in my ribs, but my cock throbbed, and you started twisting on my cock; your wetness let you do it.

I felt my balls; it felt like they went inside me. I started moving faster and faster. My hands squeezed your breast as my other hand teased your butt and ass. Finally, we came together and lay in each other’s arms. We washed up, made dinner, and put it in the oven. Eating was fun; it was the cooking together, as was everything we did together for over a year.

I took my GED over the summer and took college classes just on Computers. Gran and I were lovers for a year until she got cancer, and it did not take long once it started. You were fighting the chemo, and I held you or not, depending on your mood.

I say. “About Dad and Mom, he has girls on the side, and I told you of my plan.”

You called in a friend near your age, and in the next six weeks, he taught me trade craft as you left me a little each day. I worked on the plan and showed it to Gran’s friend. He had some helpful input. He taught me to pick locks and hide cameras and mikes or even bypass security systems. He gave me some unique skills to go with the tools. I knew that Mom and Dad go on a week retreat the week of thanksgiving with the company.

I stopped at my home to see if cameras had been added. They were to the outside. I find two inside on the front and back door. I hacked into the home internet-based security system, looped the feed by my laptop, ran the signal to the cameras, and played it on a loop. I went unseen by the cameras, made a dupe of Dad’s office keys, and took Mom’s Christmas ornaments. Dad was vengeful when he got out on bail. He would trash anything of ours. They were from her grandparents from the attic. I took a box of her photo albums. The loft was no place for them. I did not look for anything for myself. It was all for my Mom. I drove to Cindy’s and caught up; her folks did not want me there. They were worried that my Dad was in town. Her Dad told me that on the way out, he called and treated them with harm.