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Woodstock seven: Mother and Son 

Struggling to hold the writhing woman down, the stranger planted his unrelenting cock as deeply within Margery’s vagina as possible, as…

Throughout this psychedelic episode, as she was being raped, Margery transposed the stranger — who’s face she did not know, with her cousin Patrick, who’s face she remembered well — whom was Killed on General George C. Patton’s march to liberate Paris after the Normandy invasion.

From April Fools Day in 1951, when questioned by psychologist's throughout Margery’s three stints in alcohol and drug rehab facilities, it was her deceased cousin, Patrick, that had raped her when she was but eight years old.

Franklin...

Never knowing his father, ‘Franklin Binkowski’AKA Morning Lust was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on January five, 1952,

Woodstock Festival of Music and Love

Bethal, New York 

August 12, 1969

5:50 AM

Cuddled within a light blanket, more so to discourage mosquitoes than to keep warm.

Still into pretended anger for disappearing and leaving her alone in the crowd yesterday, Sharon lay as distant as possible from her husband within this two man tent.

Sleeping fitfully on this hot, damp night; one foot scraping at the ankle of the other, then switching until the itching chigger bites began to bleed, Sharon Murphy was shaken awake as a — so it seemed, nearby bolt of lightening shook the ground beneath her, followed by the frightening crash of rolling thunder seemingly directly overhead.

Sitting up as — wrapping the blanket tightly about her shoulders — as muted grey daylight struggled to break through the rain laden black clouds.

Three hundred acres of land situated in the White Lake area of Bethel, New York, surrounded by the verdant Catskill Mountains. The southern end of the huge cow field apparently on higher ground as the ground heading slightly downward was riddled with rain filled puddles.

Hearing far off sounds of hammering and the wine of electrical equipment as the construction crew struggles to have the giant pavilion finished in time for whatever amateur groups or individuals are in line to entertain this, far larger than anticipated mob of people.

What the hell are those people doing? Sharon wondered as the northern bound ground was a solid mass of people that by now looked to be at least a hundred thousand that, standing in the rain, had nowhere to go — as even whatever vehicle they'd used to drive to the Woodstock Festival of Music and Love, possibly had to be a mile or further up or down the road from this sodden cow field.

Looking about the outer perimeter of the field, the three banks of fifty mobile toilets each have long lines of impatient men and women standing in the rain waiting their turn to enter.

Sensing eyes on her, Sharon turned her gaze to Dawn and Lust’s expensive, factory manufactured lean-too, that had been turned a bit to the side, to minimise the rainfall.

What looked like a sheet of plastic on the dirt, lying back, possibly sleeping — Has to be like a sweat room, wrapped in that rain thing, Sharon thought, as Dawn was covered from head to ankles with a hooded orange raincoat— the type a school crossing guard might wear in rainy weather.

Wearing the same type raincoat, although fully open, Lust sat upright with his legs spread watching Sharon as she — unable or unwilling to turn away. Fascinated, thirty-five year old Sharon Murphy watched in shocked amazement as the young man calling himself ‘Morning Lust’ openly masturbated.

Hearing a light snore, Sharon glanced at her sleeping husband, then quickly bringing her attention back to Lust…

His left hand clasped midwaay about his long, stiff cock. His right hand, holding a joint, motioned for Sharon to…

Silently mouthing ‘Come here’! As ambidexterity continuing the up and down masturbating motion.

Normally Sharon Murphy would have been repulsed... More than ‘simply’ repulsed, but here, in this…? Other world atmosphere...

Her heart quickening. The drenched blanket covering her head. Rain falling upon her face.

Compelled?

Yes!

Wanting to…

No!

But….

Franklin...

Never knowing his father, Franklin Binkowski was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on January five, 1952

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

1952

Earning a decent living, renting her own one bedroom apartment about a half mile from the light industrial area her job was located.

Nineteen year old Margery Binkowski, AKA Autumn Dawn, being Polish and being— although not a practising Catholic, being Catholic, abortion was not an option.

Nice people, Michel and Rose Binkowski, actually surprised their overly indulgent, promiscuous daughter had not become pregnant sooner, informed Margery that when she can no longer work, she and her baby could live with them until she was able to return to work and make a home for her baby.

Felling less than motherly love for this baby, anxious and able to return to work within one month after giving birth, Margery was easily able to reestablish herself by the time Franklin was five months old — witch was just about the time Margery was becoming somewhat attached to her beautiful, strange baby.

July 25,1952

Paying the pregnant sixteen year old girl that lived with her parents in an apartment one floor below fifty cents an hour to watch little Franklin during the hours she was at work.

Being an excellent secretary, and having learned a bit about his business —and having a weed addicted sixty year old boss that loved fucking her, Margery was welcomed back to her previous job with, literally, open arms.

Milwaukee Wisconsin

Now a jump two years into the future,

January 1, 1954

Informing his wife the office would be closed on New Years day for a minor inventory...

Just for insurance…

This the era of ‘Polaroid’ Instant Photography.

Just for insurance, mind you!

On this new year’s day, while literally stoned out of his mind by some imported mid-eastern ‘hash’ Mister Lyle Malcome — Margery’s, by now sixty-two year old boss had purchased.

Both the secretary and boss naked upon a blanket upon the expensively carpeted floor of Lyle Malcome’s office.

In a hash induced fog, lying on the blanket, upon his very recognisable carpeted floor.

“Lay this way, Malkie…” positioning his chin upon his chest “...and this way…” spreading his legs, and masturbating his limpid cock back to attention.

Quickly… Just for insurance, Margery Binkowski quickly shot two Polaroid pictures of her boss.

The first from behind Lyle’s naked legs showing his entire flabby sixty-two year old body, clearly including his face and by then stand up cock.

The second. While straddling his knees…

Rousing himself. “Wha’ch’ya doin’, baby?”

“You know…” jerking him off “...what’you like, Milkie.” His eyes closing, Margery took the shot of Lyle’s entire body from thighs to face.

April 13, 1955

Spending the past year and a half learning all she could of Lyle Malcome’s plastics business, becoming a most valued employee, upon his death death, due to — so the family said, “unknown reasons.”

Passing on that new bag of imported hash, from God only knows where.

The cogs meshing— Margery knew the reason for her bosses death.

And because Lyle had told her at least a thousand times, Margery also knew...

Lyle’s miserable wife knew nothing of her husband’s business. Including his addiction to exotic cannabis, and especially the three years her husband had been fucking his most valued employee.

Another cog!

Lyle’s son, a self affected ‘Born Again Christian’, now into his sixth year at ‘Holy Trinity University’…

Again, being told, at least a thousand times, that his worthless, thirty year old ‘professional student’ son wanted nothing to do with ‘unholy’ business of any kind, was, upon the death of his father considering putting his father’s rather successful business up for sale.

However — looking skyward while pantomiming the sign of the cross across his narrow chest, Lyle’s son immediately changed his mind when presented the two Polaroid pictures of his wasted, naked father, dated  1/1/54

April 22, 1955

Using Margery’s, stoner, attorney.

At age twenty-five, Margery Binkowski became the permanent CEO of Mister Lyle Malcom’s plastics business, with contractually agreed, quarterly dividends, sent by Registered Mail, to both Lyle’s wife and son.

Margery

A jump to the future

August, 1969

At the age of thirty-seven, by the time of the Woodstock Festival of Music and Love, Margery Binkowski had turned the small Plastics business into a million dollar enterprise.

How easy to digress, so back to...

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

1952

Franklin Binkowski’s sixteen year old pregnant baby sitter, Aundre, Rizzo, knew the basics of caring for a five month old baby … Well, kind of knew the basics.

Italian-American Catholics; abortion also out of the question.

Signing the documents a month earlier; giving her baby up for adoption the moment it was born— whatever else Aundre Rizzo would have to learn regarding the care of five month old Franklin, she would learn as she went on.

Aundre was what guys might call a ‘cute’ girl… A cute girl that noticeably began to show her feminine development at the age of eleven.

By the age of fifteen, Aundre had a steady boyfriend named ‘Kirt’, that was less a boy than a lazy, eighteen year old hoodlum that spent as much of his time, which was pretty near all of his time, with the ‘cute’, overly developed fifteen year old girl in his home…

Rather his home in the basement of his drunken parents home.

Not a particularly smart girl, and no longer having to worry about getting ‘knocked up’, as she already was knocked up...

Until her belly got in the way, loving the attention and sexual physicality of fucking, Aundre Rizzo — When not in Kirt’s basement apartment, fucked just about any teen-age boy she could convince to fuck her, with the added inducement... “Nah. Don’t need a rubber” ...It wasn’t too hard to find any number of teen-age boys that happily accommodated her.

Aundre found that taking care of then five month Franklin eight hours a day was not such a hard thing, as the little boy was a good boy that was not too demanding of the sixteen year old girl’s time — and though the fifty cents she was being paid per hour was twenty-five cents below the minimum wage, her babysitting job was steady and, other than walking one flight up, she did not have to leave the building or fight the weather or the crowds on MTA streetcars.

Though at five months Franklin was still in diapers, if Aundre asked, “Pee-pee” and got him strapped into his little training toilet seat quickly enough, he somehow knew how to Pee-pee and ka-ka in the toilet.

October, 1952

Approaching her seventh month of pregnancy, no longer attractive to even the horniest of teen-age boys, Aundre did something she knew she shouldn’t.

Franklin Binkowski was a beautiful baby. Fair skinned with light blonde hair.

Whomever the man was that had raped Margery on April Fools day in 1951, had to be an extremely handsome man, that — according to the hospital staff, Margery’s parents, Margery and Aundre, Franklin had the longest, thin penis any of these people had ever seen on a baby or even a five year old boy.

Normal growth of a healthy baby always an expectant thing, Margery and Aundre, both women of a morally bankrupt character, wondered how they would handle Franklin as he grew older, and his penis larger.

October 12, 1952

11:50 AM

Approaching her eighth month of pregnancy, feeling fat and ugly, Aundre considered doing something she knew she shouldn’t do to now ten month old Franklin.

This so far from anything that had ever entered her mind.

She knew she shouldn’t!

Aundre’s Catholic upbringing and heritage telling her, This will be a sin!

While feeding Franklin his gloppy lunch of mashed sweet potato, ground chicken and gravy, and applesauce…

Hesitating. Thinking about why and what she was about to do…

Doing it anyway!

Aundre mixed a teaspoon of vodka into Franklin’s sweet potatoes.

12:39 PM

Aware the guilt of this might haunt her for the rest of her life.

The teaspoon of vodka putting the ten month old child into an extremely deep sleep.

Unsnapping the covering flap of Franklin’s ‘little boy pants’ then slipping them over and off his bare feet.

Lowering the training diaper….

The seventeen year old pregnant woman studied the ten month old boy’s long, thin penis…

Then reaching to it….

Next: Woodstock 8: Franklin