The Lady on Chamber Road

Written by Matthew Shute

Shaun, Eric and Dean walked along a quiet, suburban street not far from Shaun's house. These three fourteen-year-olds were not heading in any particular direction. It was the main summer break from school, and they were bored. In the absence of anything to do, the usual plan was simply to roam until they found some mischief to get involved in.

"Wanna play some knock-door-run?" Dean suddenly suggested.

"Nah, that's boring," Shaun said.

"OK then, why don't we set off some car alarms?" Dean asked.

"After the mess we got into last time? No thanks."

"I've got an idea," Eric piped up.

Eric always seemed to have the best ideas. The only problem was, his suggestions usually involved extreme levels of risk. Most of his plans verged on criminal behavior, and some involved activities that were outright illegal. It had been Eric who'd come up with the bright idea of throwing stink-bombs into the air vents at school last term. A number of the other kids had passed out and vomited, and there had been a real investigation into the incident. The three friends would've all been expelled from the school (at the very least) if they hadn't been so tightlipped under questioning. Eric had made sure to wear plastic gloves whenever handling the stink-bombs, and had been meticulously secretive and methodical about the whole process. Sometimes, Eric seemed to possess a level of cunning and sophistication that was almost frightening.

"Let's hear the idea, then," Shaun said, wondering what insanity Eric had in mind.

"Have you two ever heard about the lady who lives near the end of Chamber Road?" Eric asked.

"Nope," Shaun said.

"Who's she?" Dean wondered.

Eric frowned. "Surely you've seen the house I'm talking about. It's about three houses from the end of Chamber Road. It's a creepy old place with a rusting car on the front lawn. One of the windows is boarded up. You must've seen the place."

"Yeah, I've seen it," Shaun admitted. "It's not far from your house, but on the opposite side of the road. I know the place you mean. But you've never told us about any woman who lives there."

"Well, anyway, she's a forty six year old widow," Eric explained. "She hardly ever leaves the house. I've only ever seen her outside a few times, but I managed to speak to her a couple of weeks ago."

"Yeah?" Shaun said. "And what did she say?"

"She invited me into the house with her."

"No shit?" Dean said.

Shaun said, "What? And did you take her up on the invitation?"

Eric nodded. "Sure did. I was too curious to decline an offer like that. I thought she was gonna offer me tea and biscuits, some shit like that, but mostly I just wanted to see what it was like in there."

"Weren't you scared she'd turn out to be like the female Ed Gein or something?" Shaun asked.

"Yeah, I was kinda scared about what I'd find in there, but that's why I was so curious. My plan was to stay for a few minutes, just long enough to scope the place out, and then excuse myself. Anyway, there weren't any human-skin lampshades or anything like that. The place was just dull and drab, with hardly any furniture. There was dust and cobwebs everywhere. She's obviously a real slob when it comes to cleaning. She didn't offer me any cups of tea either. Best of all, though, it turns out that she's a real slut."

To Shaun, the story sounded dubious to say the least.

"Huh? You mean she came on to you?"

"Better than that, dude." Eric said with a smirk. "She did a lot more than 'come on to me'. She took me to the bedroom and showed me the time of my life."

"You ended up fucking her?" Dean asked.

"That's bullshit," Shaun said. "I don't believe it for a second."

"It's absolutely true," Eric insisted. "But... if you think I'm lying, you can come and check her out for yourself. That was my original idea, anyway. She's insatiable. I screwed her four times in one afternoon, and she still wanted more. She loves cock but she's too reclusive to get much. I know she'd appreciate it I introduced her to you two. So... why don't the three of us go over there right now and give her a good seeing to? You won't regret losing your cherries to someone as experienced as this woman, believe me."

"What does she look like?" Dean said. "'Cause if she looks too rough, I don't want to know."

"She looks damn good for forty si-"

Before Eric could finish, Shaun cut him off. "It doesn't matter what she looks like, Dean, because Eric is making this whole story up. Isn't that right, Eric? It's all just one big, steaming pile of cow dung."

"I told you... if you think I'm lying, you can come and check her out for yourself. If I knocked on the door right now, she'd let us in. I've been there three times already, and I've had sex with her on each occasion. She knows me and trusts me."

Dean looked excited. "I'm up for it, Eric."

"Good." Eric said. "How about you, Shaun?"

Shaun thought about it for a moment. Then he said, "Sure... But when I prove this to be a big pile of BS, I won't let you forget it in a hurry."


 

***




It took less than fifteen minutes to arrive at their destination, and the place was just how Shaun remembered it ....the overgrown lawn, the rusting Ford with bricks holding it up, the dirty windows and doors, even a familiar magpie dashing around on the rooftop.... the place gave him an overwhelming sense of deja vu that he didn't understand.

Smiling from ear to ear, Eric knocked on the door loudly.

"This is gonna be so cool," he said.

"I can't wait," Dean agreed.

Dean tended to go along with whatever Eric or Shaun ever did or said. He never liked to go against the grain. He was an easygoing, easily-led kind of kid... which often got him into a lot of trouble.

"How about you, Shaun?" Eric inquired. "Are you in on this or not?"

Shaun was starting to feel uneasy about the whole situation. Maybe this wasn't one of Eric's practical jokes after all. Shaun was no longer sure that he wanted to go along with the plan. Sex with a complete stranger in her mid-forties was something requiring a lot of thought and consideration. Now, if Eric had been telling the truth all along, Shaun knew he would feel pressured into doing it. But if he acted like he wanted to back out now, he'd lose face in front of his best friends.

"What's the matter, Shaun?" Eric asked. "You look a little worried."

"Okay, you win," Shaun said. "You got me. You had me going there. It was a great joke. Can we go now?"

Eric shook his head slowly. "I told you. This is no joke. But if you want to leave, don't let either of us stop you."

"Come on, Eric, I know your crazy sense of humor. You don't need to drag the joke out any further. I've already admitted defeat. Let's just go and do something more interesting."

As Eric gave the door another knock, he said, "You want to miss out on this opportunity of a lifetime? Fine. Go and steal some milk-bottles if that's what turns you on. Me and Dean like our entertainment a bit more... intense than that."

Before Shaun could formulate a retort, he saw movement inside the house. Through the nearest of the grimy windows, a filthy curtain was pulled aside and a middle-aged woman peered out. A split second later, she disappeared from view, leaving only a vague impression in Shaun's mind. A couple of pounds overweight, perhaps, but not bad looking at all for a woman of her age. The main thing that struck Shaun was the nervous, fearful look he had caught in her eyes in that fleeting moment.

After a brief wait, the door opened inwards to reveal a gloomy hallway.

The woman standing in the shadows was dressed in all-black as if she were on her way to a funeral.

Eric said, "You two wait here for a few seconds while I talk to Miss Burnsall." With that, he stepped into the house.

For almost two minutes, Eric and the lady in black conferred in whispers. Then, Miss Burnsall kissed Eric on the lips, turned, and made her way up a staircase that ran parallel with the hall.

"Miss Burnsall is up for it!" Eric said. "She's gone upstairs to get herself ready for us. Are you pair of dimwits still on for this?"

Dean nodded enthusiastically.

Shaun's heart was racing with a mixture of excitement and fear.

"How about you, Shaun?" Eric said. "Not too scared that you won't be able to get it up, are ya?"

Despite his reservations, Shaun knew that his credibility among his friends would be severely knocked if he wimped out now. He said, "Sure, I'm up for it."

"Great," Eric said. "Step inside, then, both of you. This is gonna be a day to remember.


 

***




After closing the door, the three boys made their way upstairs. As with the rest of the house, all of the upper rooms were in darkness. Every attempt had been made to cover all the windows, and the resulting gloom was somewhat oppressive. The dusty air was stale and tinged with a musty odor that was hard to pinpoint or define.

The top of the stairs came to a wide landing that hadn't been carpeted. The footsteps of the three teenagers echoed hollowly against bare floor boards, as they walked towards their destination.

A plain, wooden door blocked the entrance to one of the bedrooms. Eric came to a stop outside this one, and he said, "Wait here. I'll get a couple of chairs for you to sit on."

Chairs? Shaun thought. What is this? Some kind of waiting lobby?

Eric disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He returned a few minutes later with a chair in each hand. The chairs had metal frames with wooden seats and backs. They appeared barely big enough to seat an infant.

"You want us to sit on these things?" Shaun asked.

"Better than the hard floor," Eric answered as he placed both chairs against the far wall, opposite the room he'd just been in.

Reluctantly, Shaun shrugged and sat down in the chair to his left. Not one to go against the grain, Dean also walked over and sat down to the immediate left of Shaun.

"What now?" Shaun asked.

"I'm gonna go and have some fun with Miss Burnsall, that's what now," Eric replied. "You two can both wait here until I'm finished."

With that, Eric disappeared into the dark room again, pushing the door shut behind him.


 

***




Now that Eric was out of the way, Dean said, "This is pretty exciting, huh?"

Shaun nodded. His heart-rate had been at about 130 BPM since first walking in the place. That's what it felt like, anyway. As excitement and fear of performance failure and fear of the unknown all battled for the title of Dominant Emotion inside his skull, he felt breathless, swept away on a tide of emotional dissonance.

The waiting was excruciating. As an inexperienced fourteen year old kid, he had no idea what to expect. His imagination went through hundreds of possible scenarios of what he would find on the other side of that unvarnished door a few yards in front of him.

"If we're quiet," Dean said. "We might be able to hear something."

"Good idea," Shaun said.

The place was eerily quiet. Shaun could hear his own heartbeat, his breathing. He could even hear the occasional murmur of a passing car outside the house, or a child's squeal from the summer play-group at the end of the road.

Then, as he listened, he heard a woman's voice saying something like, "Ooh baby, let me make that thing big again for you." This was followed by some creaking and further movement. The woman moaned. Eric sighed. Soon, a rhythmic creaking sound built up into a regular cycle that became faster the longer it went on.

Dean snickered and said, "It sounds like they're getting on like a house on fire."

Shaun nodded. He could barely believe any of this was happening.

Almost twenty minutes went by before the door finally creaked open.

Eric, fully clothed, stepped into view. He was grinning again, in characteristic fashion.

"Ahhh..." Eric said. "That was truly wonderful... as usual. You guys are in for a real treat today. Miss Burnsall is hornier than ever."

"Oh, man," Dean said. "This is too good to be true."

"It's true, all right," Eric said. "Just go in there and see for yourself. She's hot enough to melt diamonds into puddles."

"The anticipation is killing me," Dean agreed with an enthusiastic nod of approval.

"So," Eric said. "Who wants to go next?"

"ME!" Dean said, jumping to his feet.

"Go for it, my man. But I warn you... she'll eat you alive."

Dean laughed. "She'll eat my dick, anyway, if I'm lucky."

"Well, if that's what you want, then you ARE in luck. She gives a great blowjob."

"I'm going!" Dean said, and rushed into the darkness of the room.

Eric pulled the door shut and smiled yet again. "How're you feeling now, Shaun? Pretty excited?"

Shaun nodded but he didn't speak.

Eric walked over to the spare chair, spun it around, and sat on it backwards, facing Shaun. "If you're feeling nervous, don't worry about it," Eric said. "She'll take it as easy as you want to give it. She can be gentle or rough, it's entirely up to you."

"I'm not nervous," Shaun lied. "This is just an intense situation, like you said. When you told me about this woman, I thought you were feeding me a line. It came as a bit of a shock when it turned out you were telling the truth all along."

"You should trust me more often. I always make sure things turn out for the best."

"Yeah, maybe I should trust you more," Shaun agreed.

"You still look a bit worried, though, Shaun. Just chill out. You'll have a great time in there. You can take as long as you like with Miss Burnsall. No matter how many times you fuck her, she'll never tire of it. A few hours with her, and you'll be on cloud nine. That first time I spent with her, I could hardly believe what was happening. I guess I felt pretty much the same as you do now. But once she got me in that bedroom, she started doing all kinds of kinky stuff, and it was instant boner time."

"When I saw her in the window earlier, she looked... scared, almost."

"Yeah, she's one strange lady. Paranoid, afraid of the outside world, totally reclusive... but when she lets her hair down, she's like a stick of dynamite. An amazing woman if ever there was one."

"It sounds like Dean is having an explosive time in there."

"Yep. And you will too. It's like I said... insatiable."

As Shaun pondered that, he experienced goose-bumps.

Five minutes later, the door creaked open again. Dean staggered comically onto the landing, beaming. His face was damp with sweat, and he was flushed pink. "I'll remember this day for the rest of my life," he said, shutting the door.

"That was quick," Eric commented.

Ignoring the observation, Dean said, "I'll catch you two later. I'm gonna go home now for a long rest. I just want to lie down and think about what just happened to me in there."

Eric grinned. "OK, Dean. I think I'll wait here for Shaun. I prolly see you on Saturday or Sunday."

"K, see ya then," Dean said, and ran down the flight of stairs. A few seconds later, Shaun heard a door slam.

As the near-silence settled once more, Eric gave Shaun a knowing look, and said, "Well, it looks like it's your turn."


 

***




Nodding, Shaun stood up and walked slowly to the door. As his hand reached towards it to push it open, he realized that this was the moment of truth. There would be no turning back after walking into that hot, sweaty, dark space beyond the wooden entrance.

It might as well have been a gateway to another world.

He glanced back across the landing for a second, and saw Eric giving him an encouraging look.

With a deep breath of dusty air, Shaun turned to face the door again, and pushed...


 

***




Shaun Deed, fourteen years old, ventured into the maiden's den of vice.

Behind him, Eric closed the door.

The bedroom was large and bare. There was no carpet here, and the bare floorboards flickered in the limited supply of light in the place. The only item of furniture was a king-sized bed at the end of the room. The large, four post bed looked small in the wide emptiness of this harem. Two candles burned on the floor near the foot of the bed, the wax of each dripping into an individual plastic holder. These widely separated candles were the only source of light in the musty room.

The woman on the bed was naked and... wet. Her body glistened in the wan candle light. Sitting up, she said, "Take your clothes off, baby."

In virtually no time at all, Shaun was standing naked beside a pile of his clothes. He barely remembered undressing; though it had just happened, the memory was blurry and dreamlike.

"Come to me," the lady said.

Now Shaun had come this far, he couldn't resist. There would be no way out, even if he wanted to find one. He knew that at a gut-level. The only option now was to obey.

Without a word, he approached the bed.

"That's it," said Miss Burnsall. "Come here and let me see you."

Seeing her body in all its explicit, splattered glory, Shaun found himself becoming aroused. As he got closer, the lady spread her legs slightly to allow him a better look.

Another three steps brought him to the foot of the bed.

"It's you," the lady said.

Shaun had no idea what was meant by that obtuse statement, so he said, "Yes, it's me."

"It's you," repeated Miss Burnsall. "My baby."

Unsure how to respond, Shaun merely shrugged.

"Climb onto the bed, baby, and let me have a closer look at you."

Shaun did as he was told. Never before had he felt so compelled to comply with a person's every request.

Presently, he found himself kneeling on the bed in front of this living wet dream. She leaned forward and touched him for the first time. The touch was like an electrical current through his skin.

"That's it, baby," Miss Burnsall said. "Come here and let mommy see you."

Mommy? What did she mean by that? Shaun shivered at the sound of that one simple word. Before being adopted, his real mother had been taken away and locked up in an asylum. He had only been two years old at the time, and he remembered nothing of his biological parent, even though he'd tried to picture her in his head a thousand times. The details he had about the circumstances of her admission to the psychiatric asylum were sketchy at best, because he hadn't been able to find much, despite a diligent search for facts. Now, the utterance of the word "mommy" sent a bat-like cloud of morbid thoughts fluttering through his head.

Miss Burnsall's hand traveled down his torso towards his erect member.

"Yes, that's my baby," she said. "You've still got that half-moon birthmark on the side of your tummy."

This was getting far more kinky than Shaun had bargained for.

"Let me suck that for you, baby," she said, as her eyes fixed on his cock.

He couldn't have resisted even if he'd wanted to. The power this woman had over him was something he'd never experienced before in his life.

The sensation was exquisite. This lady certainly knew how to put her experience to good use. Sucking him, she brought Shaun almost to the point of climax... but then she stopped.

"Why...?" was all he could say.

"Shhhhh, my beautiful son," said Miss Burnsall. "I want to show you something first."

This talk of sons and mothers was sending Shaun lightheaded, but he nodded anyway.

"Put your head between my legs," Miss Burnsall said. It was neither a suggestion or a piece of advice. It was a direct order, and Shaun felt compelled to obey it.

As his head leveled with her beautiful (and somehow familiar) pussy, she pulled the lips apart. Instinctively, Shaun's tongue reached out to taste some of the wetness there. Sinking her fingers deeper inside, Miss Burnsall stretched her sex further open so that Shaun could see partly inside her.

"I've got to be dreaming this," Shaun muttered under his breath. "This is too much..."

"Try putting your hand in there, baby," Miss Burnsall said. "I need to feel you in my womb."

Feverish, Shaun did as he was told; he eased his left hand into the moist, enclosing warmth of her, and she gasped with sudden pleasure.

"Yes..." she said. "Push deeper, I need to feel you inside me. Push your whole arm inside me. Touch my uterus."

The medical terminology reminded Shaun of a biology lesson, but by now he was too swept away to care. Shaun pushed deeper and deeper. He kissed her clit as he probed her cervix with his fingertips.

"Ah, what a wonderful baby boy you turned out to be," Miss Burnsall said.

"Mommy?" Shaun said. "Are you really... my mommy?"

"Yes," she said. "I am your mother. You know that, don't you?"

Sam gently withdrew his arm, and then his whole hand. He licked it and then said, "But... really?"

"Yes, son. They took me away from you. Don't you remember? Perhaps you were too young to recall... When they found out about our special love together, they took me away from you. These horrible doctors asked me all kinds of strange questions. Because of my special love for you, they decided I was crazy. Crazy for loving my own son! Can you believe it? For the crime of loving you, my son, they locked me inside a hell on earth where I was surrounded daily and nightly by the unending screams of the demented."

Shaun suddenly felt tears coming to his eyes. He felt like an infant again in the presence of his life-giving mother. "That's... terrible."

"Don't cry, baby. Please don't cry."

Shaun hugged her, and she hugged him back.

"Don't cry," she repeated. "Mommy will make it better for you."

Pulling away from her, Shaun said, "Yes! I want to come inside you! Let me join with you again! After today, they'll never break us apart!"

"Yes, ok," Miss Burnsall said. "Do you remember when you were two, and I used to let you lick the nice warm cream out of mommy's poo-poo hole after the nasty man left it there? Well... you're probably too young to remember that. But... do you want to try and relive that memory for us now, baby? Only this time, it will be your seed, not the seed of the nasty drug-dealer. That'll be better, won't it?"

"Yes, mommy, let's do that! Let's do it now!"

Miss Burnsall, Shaun's real mother, turned around so that she was bent over the bed. Shaun, the loving son, positioned the tip of his throbbing penis against her anus, and pushed forward. The lack of lubrication was a problem, so he spat copiously into his hands, and smeared the saliva over his dick. He tried again, and this time his cock slid in a little easier. As he fucked his beautiful mother up the ass, he thanked God for reuniting him with her. He also said a silent prayer for the Lord to strike down the evil bastards who'd separated him from her in the first place, depriving both mother and son of twelve years of true happiness.

On the sixth stroke he came, spraying his essence into the Miss Burnsall's motherly warmth, sighing with ecstatic relief.

"Yes!" said Miss Burnsall. "Now lick it out of me!"

Eager to do just that, Shaun withdrew his cock, knelt in front of his mother's "poo-poo hole", and plunged his tongue deep inside the soft, warm anal cavity. Savoring the moment, he licked his fresh cum from inside her, also tasting her inner walls at the same time.

"Don't swallow all of it just yet," his mother warned. "Get a good mouth full. I want to taste some of it, too."

With his face pressed between mommy's ample ass-cheeks, and his mouth full of his own sperm, Shaun could only grunt a muffled response. "Anything for you, mommy," he wanted to say, but couldn't.

Oh, how he loved her.

As soon as he'd cleaned out every last drop of spunk, he pulled away and slapped his mother's bare ass to indicate that he was ready.

She turned around to face him. Massaging those wonderfully big boobs of hers, she said, "I'm so proud of you, son... Now kiss me like you mean it!"

Shaun Burnsall and Jennifer Burnsall looked into each others eyes, and then they passionately French-kissed, the pearly threads of semen sliding around their tongues as their mouths locked together. Both mother and son enjoyed the lingering taste of Shaun's love as they collapsed in a warm embrace atop the bed.

After a time, there was a quiet knocking at the door, and Eric's voice echoed feebly into the room:

"Are you two lovebirds ok in there? You've been at it for hours!"

Shaun's mom opened her eyes and said, "Tell him to go away, Shaun, my beautiful baby boy. Tell your stupid half brother Eric that we want to be alone."