“Nick, it wasn’t Bobby Czyzyck, I know that for a fact!” she stated, and as I knew he’d already said as much in the police station, I asked her how she knew.
“Bobby smells funny, he always has; it’s some kind of glandular thing; that’s why he’s never had any luck with girls, even with all his money. That smell of his is distinctive, and I know it well; he wasn’t he one who did it!”
I thought I’d smelled something funny in the car, I’d just put it down to poor personal hygiene on the part of Bobby.
“There’s more, baby, “I told her, “Remember I said Barbara sent details of my father’s plans, instructions to his accomplice over here? That was Bobby’s step-father, his old partner. The emails were instructions from my father on what he wanted done, and to whom, or he was going to expose Bobby’s step-father’s involvement in something or the other. The fact remains, though; my father was blackmailing Bobby’s step-father to have mum raped and beaten as a punishment for leaving him; the instructions were explicit, as were the emails back to my father, detailing exactly what was done; he was supposed to use Bobby, as he could easily control him. I’m sorry. ”
Ashley looked levelly at me.
“This is what you were trying to tell me yesterday, isn’t it?” and I nodded unhappily; even thinking about it made me depressed and exhausted and angry.
“There is one final thing, though; the FBI. They might be able to use the UK/US Extradition Treaty to haul that prick over here. It might take a while though; my father is contemptuous of the law, but he won’t hesitate to use it to his own advantage; I suppose it all comes down to your State Department convincing a judge in England that they should hand him over for justice in America.”
Ashley leaned over to stroke my face gently.
“Then leave it, Nick, let the big boys fight over it now; we’ve done everything ordinary people can do, and it’s in motion now; if it takes a while, so be it. At least we’ll know we tried, and look, something’s come out of it; Bobby and his father and whoever they used to do… what they did, they’re going to jail, hopefully for a long time, so some kind of justice is gonna happen, and I have closure now. How about you?”
I was still keenly aware that there was no justice here for my Barbara, even though I knew in my heart of hearts that the sick son of a bitch had killed her; maybe the police would be able to prove it one day soon, and he’d be punished for that as well, but I still grieved for her, and there was no closure yet and maybe there never would be, not until that bastard was twisting in the wind and feeding the fucking crows.
Ashley pulled me back against her, her uncanny ability to tell what I was thinking letting her know the tenor of my thoughts.
“Let it go Nicky, let her go. She asked you to remember her, so do that; think of how much you loved her, not how much you think she’d want you to avenge her; from what you’ve told me about her, I think she’d be horrified to see her boy thinking those kind of thoughts, she brought you up better than that!”
Something she’d said had struck a chord; her boy. I was her boy, and she was my mother, and Ashley was right; I owed her more than revenge. She’d asked me to remember her, how could I have forgotten that simple fact? Whether or not she gave birth to me, she was my mother, and she’d brought me up to not be like my father, and she’d succeeded.
Part of me was part of her, and I realised that as long as I remembered that, she was never going to be far away. As realisation struck, I heard, as plain as day, her low musical chuckle and her voice saying something she’d said so many times when she was teaching me to read; “That’s right, little Saint Nick, you’ve got it!”
I started, and Ashley jumped as well.
“What, what is it Nicky?”
“I just heard her, I heard Barbara’s voice! She spoke to me!”
Ashley smiled, and rested her head against mine.
“I know, baby, you finally let yourself hear her again, just like I had to learn to hear daddy again after he was gone. Now you’re free at last, Nicky; doesn’t it feel great?”
I pulled her close to me, luxuriating in the feel of her warmth against me, her clean, fresh smell, her soft, gentle hands, and most of all the feel of her skin against my hands as I roamed over her. Ashley sighed and laid back down, inviting me to kiss her some more while I stroked and caressed her, the taste of her lips and her hands on me exciting and so very stimulating. As we kissed, my hands cupped her marvellous backside, the firm round cheeks a delight to squeeze and knead, turning me on even further as we kissed and probed each other’s mouths and lips.
I slipped between her thighs, licking and sucking her pebbled nipples, drawing them between my teeth and making her gasp, before kissing down her flat stomach to her little navel, kissing, and tipping my tongue in the little jewel before licking and kissing lower. My questing tongue finally found her labia, the folds of flesh beginning to darken and swell as her arousal mounted.
I probed and licked between the lips, pushing my tongue into her and finding her clitoris behind the little hood. My tongue on her little nub had an electric effect on her. She arched her back as she grabbed my head to hold it in place, her hips lifting to push her mons harder against my mouth, her breath coming in gasps as I probed, licked, and sucked.
When I flatted my tongue and rubbed against her clitoris, her orgasm reared-up and rolled over her, making her groan out loud, as wave after wave made her pussy convulse against my tongue, but when I pointed my tongue and shoved it as far as I could into her tight little anus that was when she screamed out loud as a giant orgasm ripped through her, her hole clenching and forcing my tongue out as she squirted her fragrant juices in a spray across my mouth and chin.
Ashley slumped back on the bed, her body twitching and shuddering as aftershocks rolled through her and faded. I hovered over her, watching her beautiful features as she slowly relaxed, her lovely smile finally breaking out.
“Nicky, that was so… oh my God, that was so intense!” she smiled. “Your turn, baby!”
With that she lifted her legs and pulled them back, holding herself behind her knees, tilting her entire crotch up at me.
“Can you guess what I want, big boy?” she teased, her little anus gaping open.
I shuffled up to her, sliding my screaming erection into her puffy slit, making her gasp with the sudden penetration, but I was just lubricating myself to do what she really wanted.
After a few strokes, I withdrew, and pushed my swollen head against the tight pucker of her back door, and slowly pushed forward, my solid, bone-hard cock slowly sliding into her. Ashley caught her lip between her teeth as I slid slowly but unstoppably into her, until my entire length was embedded in her tight arse, my balls firmly up against her cheeks. I began to slide out again, and her eyes widened as I pulled back preparatory to pumping back in again.
“Oh God, yes, like that, oh yes, God, yes, harder, baby, do it harder…!” she muttered, her eyes closing as she floated in her own private world. Her rectum pulsed and rippled against me, the whole length of my cock gripped firmly by what felt like a warm velvet hand, rhythmically squeezing me as I pumped into her.
I couldn’t hold out much longer as she pumped against me, and when she draped her legs over my shoulders so she could squeeze and massage her own nipples, the sight was too much for me.
I felt my cock head swell and jam tight in her as my balls tightened, spunk bolting out of me to spray the inside of her accommodating arse, jet after jet of hot man-fat bathing her insides and coating her bowels with my seed. Ashley screamed as she came, her hands clutching convulsively at the bed as another hot spray of her own juices bathed my lower belly, cock, and balls as we rode the crest our mutual orgasm.
At last I softened and slid from her, slumping down next to her and holding her close as my heart slowed and my breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Do that to me on our wedding night, OK Baby?” she grinned, stroking my chest and gently running her hand over my back, and I could only grin back as I nodded breathlessly.
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Two days later, Judy dropped by with a copy of the Times Union newspaper, and there on the front cover, at the bottom of the page, were three photographs. The first was Bobby, and there was a picture of a greying middle-aged man, his name given as Michael Czyzyck, Bobby’s stepfather. The third picture was what shocked me; it was the little maggot I’d slapped outside the burger joint, Bobby’s friend. He had admitted rape and felony sexual assault, as had Bobby, and Michael Czyzyck had been arrested and had admitted procuring a rape, procuring a felony sexual assault and 2nd degree sexual assault. He was also being investigated by the FBI under the provisions of the 2001 USA PATRIOT Act.
Ashley read the article in silence, then walked into our room and closed the door behind her. I made to follow her, but Judy held me back.
“No Nick, let her be, she needs to do this alone. She’ll be OK, she knows we’re here, you’ll know when she needs you.”
We sat in the living room, waiting for Ashley to come back, and I asked Judy about her date, more for something to break the silence than out of any prurient interest. She grinned wickedly.
“Let’s just say that Leon had certain… qualities that I tested to the limits last night; I only got in at 6. 30 this morning! The boy is definitely a keeper!” she smiled happily at the recollection.
“So you’ll be seeing him again, then?” I inquired innocently.
“”Oh, I think that’s pretty much a given, Nick!” she grinned, “Something that good definitely needs a second bite, just to compare to the first!”
I was happy that our friend was happy, hopefully Leon was the one for her, but if not, at least she was out there and not moping in some Emo den somewhere. We chatted about the news until the door opened and Ashley came out again. Her eyes were red and puffy where she’d obviously been crying, but she was smiling.
I was there instantly, but she didn’t need me, not now.
“It’s OK, Nicky, I’m OK, it’s over, it’s finally over!” she grinned, and I had to smile back.
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Work took up a significant amount of my time. Ashley had decided to go to college, she was studying for an MBA at SUNY right here in Albany, so while I worked, she studied, and mum grew ever closer to David; I suppose the turning point in our understanding of their relationship was the first time he stayed over; I got up early one Sunday morning to relieve myself, and apparently so did he; I almost walked into him coming out of the bathroom. After a moment’s awkward silence we both grinned and carried on. As soon as I got back to our room, I shook Ashley awake.
“Ashley, I know something you don’t know!” I sing-song’d at her, and she stared blearily at me.
“Nicky, it’s Sunday morning, it’s too early for guessing games; either tell me or let me go back to sleep!” she croaked.