Runaway children, mate-swapping, alcoholism, drugs-all are elements which contribute to the breakdown and ultimate destruction of the American family. Fighting a difficult and enduring battle, the family unit has, nonetheless, managed to survive and prosper, partially out of flexibility and adaptability.
Mary Alice, the housewife in this story, finds her family crumbling around her. Her upset husband virtually deserts her. In her distress, Mary Alice attempts to restructure her family. To many, her methods will be considered obscene and perverse ... but there is little question that she gets results.
MOTHER'S SECRET URGE-a novel of fiction for entertainment. A reminder that what is debased and humiliating for some, may well be accommodating for others.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The boy took a drink from the pint and passed the bottle to the girl on the seat beside him. "Have another snort, Peggy," he said, wiping his lip.
She looked at the half empty bottle in her hand. "I really shouldn't, Bert. I have to be in the house before Mom and I don't know what time she'll get home. I wasn't supposed to go out tonight. Besides..." She glanced at him and giggled. "I'm feeling it a little already, and you know I'm not responsible for what I do when I get drunk."
"Yeh," he said, leering at her. "Aw, go on, one more won't hurt anything."
Peggy Michaels tipped the bottle to her lips. She let the raw stuff trickle down her throat. She knew she shouldn't, but she wanted to; she liked the way it made her feel, all loose and happy. It seemed to bounce when it hit bottom and made her belly feel warm and nice.
She handed back the bottle and he capped it quickly and slid his arm around her. He drew her close and kissed her. It was the first time he had kissed her and it sent little shivers racing up her spine.
"I can't stay out much longer," she said breathlessly when they broke the kiss.
"Just for a little while," he said, and kissed her again.
She felt his tongue nudge at her lips and then slide inside her mouth. She responded immediately, the whiskey still glowing in her belly.
"God, Bert, I get turned on so easy," she said.
"Yeh," Bert said.
They kissed again and Bert felt the rush of excitement in his balls when her tongue pushed deep in his mouth. While he sucked on her tongue, he slid his hands under her blouse and moved up her back. He felt only bare skin, no bra strap. Of course, he was sure she wasn't wearing a bra, her tits bounced too freely. He moved his hands over her back slowly, bringing one hand to her side and then to the front until he was cupping one of her tits.
"Jesus, Peggy, you really got nice ones," he said. "I think you knew that without feeling them," she said.
He slid his hand up over the nipple. It was already standing erect. He massaged it gently with his palm. It grew harder.
"Don't, Bert. It's getting late; I gotta be going in."
He removed his hand and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Just let me get a look at them first," he said. "Bert, please, we're parked right in front of my house. What if someone walks by?"
"Come on, baby, just a little peek. You got the best tits in school. I just gotta see 'em."
Peggy was very proud of her tits. She was very full breasted for a seventeen-year-old, and they had such a nice shape. She felt flattered and let him unbutton the blouse and pull it open.
"Jesus, they're beautiful." He cupped them in his palms and bounced them gently. "Do you always go without a bra?"
"No. Most of the time I wear one."
"How come you didn't tonight?"
She almost blushed. "I just didn't feel like it."
He lifted them in his palms. "Sheee-it! Gorgeous tits," he said. He bent forward quickly and put his mouth over one of the hard nipples.
"Aw, honey, don't. You know how it excites me when you kiss my nipples," she cried.
He lifted his head. "No, I don't "know," he said.
"Oh, that's right," she said. She remembered it was their first date; he'd never even felt them before.
He sucked it wetly, nipping gently with his teeth. The little devil stood up hard as a marble. It stuck out almost a quarter inch from her soft tit.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed, and pressed her hands to the back of his head. "Now do the other one. Oh, honey, I like that."
Bert moved to her other tit. He had one arm around her and the other on her bare belly. He slowly inched his hand down her belly, felt in her navel, then let his fingertips dip into the top of her jeans. She was moaning softly and squirming on the seat. She felt his fingers slide under the band of her panties and without thinking reached down and opened the front of her jeans. His hand went down quickly then, until he had a finger in the deep slit of her cunt.
"Oh, oh, Bert honey, don't. I gotta go in the house," she moaned. She pressed her crotch against his hand, hoping he would shove the finger in her cunt. He did, and she grunted. "Oh, Goddamn," she hissed.
He slowly finger fucked her and raised his face from her tits. "Peggy, honey, let's do it. I got such a hard-on. Push down your jeans, let me fuck you."
"Bert, we can't, not here."
"I'll drive someplace. I know some good spots."
"I'll bet you do, but we can't; I just can't. If Mom comes home before I'm in, there'll be hell to pay."
"Shit, Peggy, my cock is bursting; I'll get the aches. You..." He almost told her she'd let Eddie screw her, but caught himself just in time. "You ain't no virgin. You want it as bad as I do," he said instead.
"Aw, Bert, don't get mean. I just can't tonight. Maybe, maybe ... some other time." She almost told him tomorrow night, but she hated to make promises, especially about balling. She reached over and put her hand on his crotch. Jesus, it felt like he really had a nice one, and boy, was he hard. She found his zipper. "Here, I'll do something else for you."
She got the zipper down and her hand inside his fly. She found his cock, her fingers wrapping quickly around the rod, and pulled it out of his pants. It felt good in her hand. She really dug a guy's cock; it felt so hot and alive. She started pulling on the hot, cock.
"I'll jack you off, honey. You'll like it. And keep your finger where it's at, maybe I can come, too."
"Shit, Peggy, I can do that to myself. If you won't fuck, at least suck it for me."
"Bert! I can't, I just can't."
"Come on, you gotta. I really am in need." He knew she had sucked other guy's cocks, especially Eddie's, and just needed a little coaxing. "Come on, honey, do it for me."
He pulled away from her, dislodging his finger from her cunt, and started pushing her head down.
She gave a little cry at the loss of his finger, but offered only feeble resistance.
"I can't, Bert. The wheel's in the way," she said.
He held her head where it was and fumbled with the lever under the seat. The seat slid back and he guided her head down between the wheel and his belly. Her mouth touched the tip of his prick and he groaned. "Yeh, baby, suck it."
The end was all wet and slippery. She licked it first, the salty taste turning on her saliva valves. When it was really good and wet, she slowly pushed her lips over the knobby head. Sucking a cock really turned Peggy on. She liked the way the cock head felt in her mouth, and the way it was heart-shaped at the bottom on the underside, and the way the thick veins bulged and pressed against her lips. She sucked at the bloated knob and fingered the length of his cock with her fingers.
"Oh, wow, Peggy ... great, great. Jesus, you really know how. That feels tremendous."
He was surprised at how easy it was to get her to go down on him; ten times easier than some of the girls that had a lot worse reputation than she. Eddie had told him that she was hard to fuck, although not impossible, but liked cocksucking. Wow, old Eddie was right; she liked cocksucking. He could tell from the way she was going at it.
"Come on, baby, suck it, make old Bert come big. I wanta unload in that sweet mouth of yours."
Peggy shook her head vehemently and raised off his cock. "No, you bastard, you aren't coming in my mouth!" she cried.
Bert pushed her head back down. His cock went right in where it had been. She just held it in her mouth for a few seconds and then started sucking again.
She was sure she could come if he would just touch her, rub her tits, feel her pussy, but he didn't; he was too interested in his own pleasure. His cock was bigger than Eddie's, and had a stronger smell. It excited her terribly.
Bert held her head tightly in place, leaned back, and closed his eyes. No way was this little bitch going to get away without swallowing his jizz. The thought of his cock pushing into her beautiful face and then squirting into her fantastic mouth was almost too much; he knew he would come quick.
He'd had a couple of other broads go down on him and they had fought like hell to get away when he was about to come. Peg acted like she didn't mind at all if he came in her mouth, wasn't even struggling; hell, she had protested just to protect her image. Fuck her image, he wanted his come in her tummy, and tomorrow night he would fuck her, fill her up from the other end.
Peggy knew he was ready to come and backed off until she held only the head. She wanted it spilling directly into her mouth, not back in her throat where she couldn't taste it. Right over her tongue was the best. She started sliding her hand up and down on his shaft; the stuff came out with more force that way, and she liked the feel of it spurting out violently.
"Oh, shit, Peggy ... fuck I'm gonna come; I'm gonna come in your mouth," he cried. He stiffened his legs to hold it off for another second.
She felt the first gob in her mouth and pulled on his cock to get more. When she had three big squirts in her mouth, she swallowed. It was hot and burned its way down her throat. She took more of his cock in her mouth then, pumping slowly with her hand, letting the stuff ooze slowly onto the back of her tongue.
She held his cock tightly in her hand and shook her head in the negative when he tried to pull out. She wanted every last drop, and she was going to get it. She wanted to feel it get soft in her mouth.
It gave her a sense of power to know she had made it hard and now she was sucking it to make it soft.
When she finally let it fall from her mouth, it was soft. She sat up. "Did you like that?" she said.
Bert let out a long gasp. "Yeh, it was great. You gotta be the best cocksucker in school." He was almost wheezing.
Peggy stared at him for an instant, and then reached over and opened the door. She jumped from the car and ran for the house, taking the front steps two at a time.
Safely in the house, she pushed the door closed with her rump and leaned back heavily. She stood in the silent darkness listening for Bert to start his car, the taste of his cock still thick in her mouth.
Her first date with Bert and she had sucked his cock, and even though she'd told him he couldn't, she let him come in her mouth. God, only seventeen and already an accomplished cocksucker. Her face reddened in the darkness, her cheeks burned.
She felt the come on the bottom of her lip and chin and wiped it off with her finger, then stuck her finger in her mouth.
She heard the car door slam, the engine start, and the vehicle pull away with a roar. Sooner or later the cops were going to bust him for those straight pipes. Their thunderous roar was exciting, though.
She fastened the front of her jeans and then started slowly buttoning her blouse, thinking of Bert's groaning, his heavy breathing, his moans of pleasure. She concentrated on the feel of his squishy goo in her mouth; how slippery it was. The almost chalky taste, the spicy heat, the slick wetness, and she was excited again. She wished she could have seen his face when he was coming.
A noise from upstairs brought her back. She knew her mother wasn't home yet, thank God, but Randy was; she could hear him in the bathroom upstairs. He wasn't her little brother anymore, not really; still two years younger, but God how he had grown. He was actually taller than Dad.
She was glad her mother wasn't home yet. It was against the rules to date two nights in a row and she had a formal date tomorrow, but when Bert called and her mom was gone for the evening, well....
After the way tonight got out of hand, she wondered what she would do for an encore. She would do nothing, that's what she would do, and it would teach him right. She knew he would want to fuck her, but she wasn't sure she wanted to fuck with him. Eddie had fucked her three times, but it was swell with Eddie; she really liked him, and he had taken her out quite a few times before she let him.
Only one other guy had gone all the way with her, and that was just once. She really hadn't cared that much for it the first time. The second, with Eddie, was much better, though, and the third and fourth were super. Actually, she had only come herself once, the second time with Eddie when everything had been perfect, but it felt pretty terrific even when she didn't make it all the way. She got pretty excited and almost made it when she sucked a guy's cock, too. Tonight with Bert had been out of this world. If he could have just touched her cunt while she was sucking she would have exploded like a bomb.
Yes, sucking a boy's cock was really great; she dug it big, and it wasn't nearly as dangerous as screwing. She couldn't get knocked up that way, even if she drank the stuff.
The first time she sucked a guy's prick it had seemed pretty gross, but the second time was easier. After that, she started enjoying it. She'd only sucked four different guy's cocks, all of them more than once. She kind of liked Bert's the best, it had a good taste.
She went through the dark house to the foot of the stairs and kicked off her shoes; her mother didn't approve of leaving clothing laying around the house, but it felt so good walking on the thick carpet barefooted.
It was an old two-story house, Victorian she guessed, but Peggy liked it, even if it did indicate that they were less than affluent.
Peggy felt a sudden urge to pee, probably the booze, and ran silently up the stairs. She saw the light streaming from the open bathroom door. Her brother was notoriously careless about closing the door and she had often heard him peeing. She heard him now.
"Geez, I hope he hurries," she said softly.
She went silently to the door, standing just outside the shaft of light. Randy stood in front of the toilet pissing, slowly playing the golden stream around the edge of the bowl. She stared intently at her brother's cock. It was much larger than when she had seen it last. Her heart was beating faster.
He brought his hand up to his face and she stifled a gasp when she realized he was holding a pair of her panties. She remembered that she had put on a clean pair in the bathroom before she went out and had carelessly draped the soiled ones over one end of the towel bar. He tipped back his head and draped the soiled panties over his face while he pissed.
He finished pissing and started stroking his cock. He pressed the panty crotch to his nose and breathed deeply. His cock grew enormously in his hand.
"My God, his cock is bigger than any of my boyfriend's!" she gasped silently.
Randy was only fifteen, yet his cock was a full six inches long when hard, and it was hard now. He was a large boy and well-built for his age, olive skinned like his father and very good looking.
Peggy stared from the safety of the dark hall, the heat of excitement filling her loins.
Randy brought the panties down from his face and unbuckled his belt. He quickly skinned out of his pants and shorts. His pubic hair was already thick and black. His genitals were darker than his olive skin, making them look even larger.
Peggy knew the sight of her brother's cock shouldn't excite her, but it did, excited her unusually. It was so big, and so ... dark, not like the others she'd seen.
Randy stepped into his sister's panties and pulled them up, but could only get them to mid thigh. He cursed softly and pulled them back off, pressing them back to his nose.
"Jesus, my little brother is a pervert," Peggy hissed.
Randy bent over and picked up his pants and shorts and turned abruptly to leave the bathroom and saw Peggy standing in the hall. Peggy's panties fell to the floor and his face went ashen.
"Watcha doin' little brother?" she said.
Randy tried to speak, but nothing came out.
"What's the matter, won't they fit?" she said. She didn't really mean to be sarcastic, but just couldn't help herself. She giggled.
With a look of horror on his face, Randy shoved her roughly aside, bolted down the hall to his room, and slammed the door closed behind him.
Peggy felt quick remorse from her words. She loved her brother and certainly didn't want to hurt him. He was far too moody lately, anyway, and didn't need any help from her to screw up his head. Besides, he had excited her terribly, and now he was gone.
She stood in the hall for several seconds biting at her lip. She knew she would have to go to him and try and make it right, make him understand that it didn't matter. But first she had to pee; God, did she ever have to pee.
CHAPTER TWO
Peggy stood outside her brother's door for several minutes. She wasn't sure what to say, but she finally tapped lightly.
"Randy, can I come in? I'm sorry," she said.
"Go away and leave me alone!" he shouted.
"Please, honey, I wasn't peeking on you. I just got home. I didn't see anything."
"Leave me alone, Goddammit!" he shouted back.
She hesitated for a moment and then opened the door and stepped half way inside. "I'm sorry, Randy, honest. Please let me come in and talk."
"It looks like you're already in," he said sullenly.
He had already undressed and sat on the edge of the bed wearing his pajama bottoms. He had a nice build, and even though she saw him like this lots of times, his broad hairless chest excited her. It had been a long time before tonight that she had seen his naked cock, though, and the recent sight lingered sharply.
She came over to the bed and sat beside him, her tits bouncing easily under her loose blouse. She was dark like Randy and her father, but she was built like her mother. She had deep dimples in her cheeks just like Mary Alice, and it looked like her tits would be even bigger. She was a beauty with huge, dark eyes, actually much prettier than her mother.
The top two buttons were open on her blouse, showing the deep valley between her tits. She saw Randy glance quickly and thought how Bert had seen a great deal more than cleavage. She blushed just a little remembering what she had done parked right in front of the house.
Randy glanced again into the deep cleft, still he sulked.
Peggy ran her hand down his bare back. "Don't pout, Randy," she said.
"Aw, sis, I feel so stupid," he said.
"You shouldn't, honey. I imagine all guys like the feel of a girl's undies." She giggled. "Even when she's not in them. Besides, honey, I'm kind of flattered. Don't be embarrassed, it kind of excited me to watch you."
He looked at her. "You're not just saying that?"
"Heck no. It did excite me to think you'd do that with my panties. Let's kiss and make up."
Randy blushed. She hadn't shown him this kind of affection in a long time and it embarrassed him a little. "Okay," he said.
She still had her hand on his back and she leaned forward and kissed him, not on the cheek, but on the lips. She held the kiss, her mouth parting open.
The breath caught in Randy's throat and he pulled back, his face redder than before. "You've been drinking," he blurted.
"I had a couple of swallows."
"You shouldn't."
"And why not? I'm not drunk."
"I know it, but liquor does things to girls. You might...."
"Might what, Randy?"
"Where the heck is Mom?"
"She went bowling."
"Bowling? She hasn't gone bowling in years. She shouldn't go out with dad gone."
"Randy, sometimes you really piss me off. You're not being fair to Mom, not fair at all. I don't like the way you treat her, either."
"Dammit, Peg, she has it coming. She shouldn't have let Dad go."
"How could she have stopped him?"
"I've hated her ever since, Peg. I just can't hide it anymore."
"Randy, you don't mean that, you can't. Mom tried to stop him. He bugged out on us."
"Get off it, sis. I won't let you bad mouth him. He's your dad too, remember."
"Yeh, he sure as hell is, and I'm not bad mouthing him; I'm just telling you the truth. Something Mom should have done a long time ago. He never could stick with a job, never could support us, and when he got wind of that job in South America it was an easy out. He just took off. He said he could make a lot of money down there."
"He shouldn't have gone. Money isn't that important," Randy persisted.
"I know it, and you know it, so does Mom. He went anyway."
"He should have taken us along."
"He said he couldn't, said it wasn't allowed. Remember?" Peggy almost sneered. "I think he didn't want to."
"Don't say that, Peg," he snarled. "It's not true. Anyway, he's coming back and Mom shouldn't be going out."
"Shit fire, Randy, she's only thirty-seven years old; she's got to have some relaxation away from us. She's out bowling with a bunch of girls from her office."
"That's what she says."
Peggy held up her hand. "Hold it fella. Now you just shut up and listen. Why do you think Mom went to night school? So she could get a decent job and give us the things we need, that's why. And Dad had other women in the house while Mom was at school. Yes, buddy, right here in this house. You were pretty young, but I remember the sounds coming from their bedroom, only it wasn't Mom in there with him. And Mom knew it, too, and she forgave him because of us. I still love him, Randy; he is my dad, but shit, fella, be fair."
Randy's lower lips came out. "Mom never told me anything like that."
"Of course not, you idiot; she didn't want to influence you. She knows how much you think of Dad. She should have, anyway. I know, and I still love him, but I don't respect him. I respect my mother."
They sat in silence.
"Well, what do you think of the great man now?" she finally said.
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it. I'm not even sure I believe you."
"You can believe me, and you'd better think about it. You're breaking Mom's heart. She busts her ass to please you and you treat her like shit most of the time. Honey, our dad is a bastard. He may be the only dad we've got, but he's a bastard, and you can believe me."
"Okay, if you're so damned truthful, tell me this. Are you still a virgin?"
"What has that got to do with anything?" she said. She was obviously flustered.
"Nothing, I guess. I just wanted to know. You answered my question, anyway."
"Okay, wise guy, so I'm not a virgin. I'll bet you aren't either."
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I am."
For some reason his answer struck her as funny. "You poor guy," she said, and giggled.
"It isn't funny," he said. "Who was it?"
"I won't tell you who it was."
She still had her hand on his back and she started massaging. She felt very sensual all of a sudden, very grown up, and she felt very close to her brother. Maybe it was because they had argued, or because she got angry with him, but she didn't want him to know.
"Do I know him?" Randy asked. "Yes, you know him."
"Was it that Goddamn Bert? I don't like him."
"No, honey, it wasn't Bert. Tonight's the first time I've gone out with him."
"And I hope the last."
Peggy giggled. "I think you're jealous, little brother."
"Damn right I'm jealous."
She snuggled a little closer to her brother, her palm flat on his bare back, rubbing gently. "I might tell you about it if you want," she said.
"Yes, tell me," he said, obviously a little excited.
"Put your arm around me, honey. It will give me courage to tell you."
Randy timidly put his arm around her waist.
"Well, I was riding around with this guy; I'd dated him several times before and we'd necked and petted, but never gone all the way. Anyway, he parked in a secluded spot and we started necking and fooling around. We'd had a couple of drinks, and you're right, it does make a girl do things she shouldn't. He had some pot so we smoked a couple of joints and started necking again.-He got his hands under my blouse and my bra unhooked and started playing with me. I shouldn't have let him, I know, but I was proud of my tits and I wanted him to feel how nice and big they were."
She glanced at his face and saw that he was still pretty uptight. She slid her hand inside his pajamas, her fingertips just grazing the tip of the crack between his cheeks. He stiffened, but held her tighter.
"Jesus, Randy, that grass really did its job, because I felt all dreamy and loose ... and I felt hot. He pulled my blouse up and started kissing my nipples. I just moaned and let him have his way; it felt so nice. And then he pushed his hand down in the front of my jeans, and ... aw, hell, I just went bananas. I'd been doing a lot of thinking about letting a guy ball me, and I guess I was just ready. I just couldn't control myself; it made me so horny when he rubbed my pussy."
Randy was blushing, and holding his sister very tight. She took his hand and pushed it up until it rested just under the swell of one of her tits.
"He took my hand and put it on his fly; he'd already unzipped, and had me reach in and take him out. And all of a sudden, at least it seemed like all of a sudden, I wanted it. It felt so hard and ... and good; I wanted his cock inside me."
Randy was breathing faster. His hand had moved up a little and he was cupping one of her tits.
"We got out of the car and took our clothes off, both of us, and I laid down and ... aw, honey, he fucked me."
She looked into Randy's eyes. She could see the hist and it excited her. She slid her hand a little further in his pajamas.
"It kind of hurt and made me a little uncomfortable, but deep down I knew I liked it.
He came, too ... inside of me. God, I was lucky I didn't get knocked up. To get pregnant your very first time would really be the shits."
"Was that the only time?" Randy asked. He was rubbing her nipple; it stood out like a marble.
"I didn't say I'd give you my life history," she said.
She saw the front of his pajamas were tented out, and felt the wetness between her legs.
"No, Randy, it wasn't the only time," she said softly. "I like it, honey; I really do like it."
She looked again at the front of his pajamas, making no attempt to hide her glance.
"Gosh, Randy, it looks like you really got it big. Did my story give you a hard-on?"
Randy hesitated, then whispered, "Yes."
"Do you ... do you ever jack-off?"
Again he whispered. "Yes."
"Very often?"
"All the time." He was blushing.
She reached out, almost touched it, then drew back her hand.
"Can I see it, Randy?" she said.
"Aw, sis, I'm too embarrassed."
"Would you mind if I ... if I ... can I take it out?"
He didn't answer, just shook his head in the affirmative.
She put her hand on his hard thigh, walked up his leg with her fingers, then quickly reached in and circled his cock.
"Oh, God, it's so big. It's bigger than..." She didn't finish.
She stared at his throbbing prick and started to slowly move her hand up and down. "Randy, now don't get mad, but did you like smelling my panties?"
"I thought you said you didn't see anything."
"I saw. I saw how big your prick is, too."
He showed obvious pride at mention of his size. That, and her hand playing with his cock, made him braver. He slipped his hand under her blouse and cupped her naked tit. He felt her nipple, rolled it in his finger tips.
"Yes, I liked smelling your panties," he said.
"Randy!" she squealed. "They were all soiled; I'd worn them all day. They were soiled, and ... stinky. And you still liked it?"
"Yes," Randy said, "I still liked it."
"That feels nice, Randy. Would you like to unbutton my blouse?"
Randy took his arm from around her and started unbuttoning her blouse. When he was done, he pulled the front apart. "Can I kiss them like that other guy did?"
"Oooooh, Randy, honey," she cried, and thrust out her tits.
He bent and drew a hard nipple between his lips. She gripped his cock tighter and let the air escape her lungs with a hiss.
"Have you done it before? Smelled my panties I mean."
He raised from a turgid nipple. He had both standing hard.
"Yes, lots of times," he said.
"Would you ... would you?" Her face went scarlet. "Would you like to see the ones I have on?"
"God, Peg, yes. I ... I never dreamed..."
Peggy jumped to her feet, determined to act before she lost her nerve. She quickly pulled off her blouse and let it float to the floor. Her tits were magnificent, high and soft and round, the nipples dark red and standing out hard.
"Jesus, sis, you're beautiful," Randy gasped.
She flushed with pride and opened the front of her jeans. Randy held his breath, expecting a peek at the silky material of her panties and gasped aloud when she slowly pushed her jeans down her hips, on down to her knees, and then her ankles. She smiled shyly as she stepped out of the crumpled garment.
The panties were brief and sheer and clung tightly to her crotch. She had a lot more hair than Randy had expected; it darkened and bulged the panties and leaked out in exciting little wisps on both sides.
"Do you like me, Randy? Am I beautiful?" she said.
"Oh, Goddamn, Goddamn!" was all he could say.
She stared at his cock which stood out from his belly like it was made of iron. She'd never seen a cock so hard.
"Randy, let me feel your cock again; it looks so hard," she said.
She reached out and grasped his cock. She'd never felt one so hard. None of the boy's she played with got this stiff, and their cocks didn't curve up like Randy's. She wondered how that curve would feel in her cunt. She stroked it several times before letting go.
"Randy? Would you like to feel them?"
She moved her feet apart and stood in front of him, her hips swaying slowly. Randy's mouth hung open; he reached to her with a shaking hand. She moaned softly when his hand made contact with her mound. She moaned softly and put one hand on top of his head, with the other she reached down and guided his hand between her legs. He let his fingers feel the deep slit through the narrow band.
"Oh, Randy, I love you," she moaned.
"Sis, sis, I love you, too," he responded.
"Fell me, honey; it feels so good with your hand there." She giggled, partly from embarrassment, but mostly from sheer pleasure. "They're kind of wet, aren't they?"
They were wet. He felt the softness of her thighs and the heat between the fat lips and the wet hair. He could hardly breath he was so excited, and Peg; God, Peg was just as hot as he was.
"Oh, Randy, honey, I'm so hot," she gasped. "Would you like to smell them? I wish you would."
Randy gasped with surprise and fell to his knees. God yes, he wanted to smell them, smell them with her still inside. He had died and gone to heaven; one smell and he was sure he would come all over her feet. He brought his nose close and drew in. The smell of her cunt was wonderful, beyond anything he'd ever imagined. He breathed in again.
She looked down at her brother with his face almost between her legs. He looked up and their eyes met. She read the question in his eyes and nodded her head. "Yes, darling Randy, kiss me. I want you to."
Oh God, he really wanted to do it, she could tell, and he was going to do it. It had always been so one sided in the past; she went down on a guy, but he wouldn't do it for her. Wouldn't even smell it, let alone put his mouth on it, and here was her brother ready to kiss her cunt; God, what had she been missing?
His head came up and his half open mouth touched the soaking crotch of her panties, softly at first, and then with more urgency. His mouth was hard against her cunt, and she could feel his tongue come out to lick at her. She had wanted this to happen for so long; a boy was sucking her pussy. So it was her own brother; Jesus, a girl had to take it where she could get it.
"Oh, Randy, my darling!" she screamed, "suck me, suck me! Make me come ... I'm so close already!"
Randy was gripping the cheeks of her ass; he sucked the crotch band of her panties into his mouth, pushed it aside with his tongue, let his tongue glide up into her slavering cunt. It was as exciting for him as it was for his sister; he had wanted to taste a girl's pussy for a long, long time. And to get to do it to his beautiful sister, well, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Peggy was jerking wildly, low moans filled the room. She was coming, coming harder than she had ever come before. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced. Her knees felt weak, her cunt and belly cried with undescribable pleasure. Her brother was bringing her off with his mouth. Maybe it was wrong, but if it was, it was no less pleasurable. It was probably more so; yes, definitely more so. God, it was so good.
"Randy, my darling Randy, you're making me come ... I'm coming, oh, honey, I'm coming!"
She finally pulled away and sat on the bed. She was breathing hard, and her whole body was trembling. It was so good, so fucking good. She still felt warm tingly inside.
Randy sat down beside her. She looked at his cock. It stuck out from his groin, throbbing, giving a little jerk each time his heart beat.
"You can't stay like that, Randy. You need relief, too," she said.
She stood up and skinned her panties down her legs. She sat back down, carefully wrapped the wet nylon around his cock, and started to slowly jack him off.
He laid back on the bed and moaned softly while she pulled on his dong. It felt so good to have her doing it, and she did it so good. She really did know how.
She let the panties fall away so she could feel his flesh in her hand. She let her hand slip up and down the shaft, squeezing just a little when she rode over the bulbous head.
"Do you like that, honey?" she whispered.
"I love it, Peg," he said. "Don't stop until I make it."
"I won't, honey. I want you to come, too."
Peggy stared with fascination at Randy's beautiful curved cock. It was bigger than Bert's or Eddie's or Jack's, and so hard. Hell, it was easily six inches long, maybe more. What would it feel like? She felt the heat in her cheeks. She actually wanted him to fuck her, her own brother. God, it would be incest, but it would be so easy; she was naked, all she had to do was lay back and pull him over on top. He wouldn't resist her, he couldn't; he would push in and they would be fucking.
She was about to fall back on the bed when she heard him grunt, felt him stiffen, actually felt the stuff fill his cock. He was coming; she had waited too long to make up her mind. A surge of disappointment made her scowl. She wouldn't be fucked tonight.
She saw the first thick, white glob pop out. It spread the little lips at the end of his cock open and just flew into the air. Peggy couldn't resist. "Don't hate me, Randy; I just can't resist," she moaned, and clamped her mouth over the gaping, spurting prick.
It was wonderful. The milky goo spilled into her mouth until she had a thick pool around her tongue. She swallowed, savoring the hot slime as it slid down her throat. She had already developed a taste for the stuff, but this was the best, this was her own brother's jazz that filled her mouth and seered a path to the pit of her stomach. She wanted more, more, but there was no more; she had sucked him dry.
She held his stiff half hard cock in her hand, stared at it, loved its sight, then leaped to her feet. "I ... I'm sorry, Randy. We shouldn't have done this," she cried, and scooped up her clothing and rushed from the room.
Randy didn't move for a long while. It felt good to relax and come down slow. He felt happy, satisfied, not at all like so many times after he had jerked himself off and felt a dull self-revulsion. Of course, those were the times he jerked off just to be jerking off. When he did it with good hot thoughts, he felt good afterwards.
He had beat off many times while smelling his sister's underpants, thoughts of how she would look and smell and taste rushing through his mind. Well, he knew now, and it was even better than he had imagined. She had such a great body, the greatest ... well, maybe not the greatest, there was Mom!
Randy felt the blush in his cheeks and sat up. He shouldn't think of his mother like that; he felt ashamed of himself. He acknowledged his newfound sexual knowledge and decided to rethink his feelings for his mom. He knew some of his resentment was due to his abnormal sexual feeling for her. His dad was gone and he wanted to be the man in her life, but she treated him like a boy, so he resented her, blamed her for chasing Dad away. Well, it wasn't true, she hadn't chased him away; he had to admit it, and he was a boy, but it didn't lessen his sexual feelings for her, and he felt guilty about them. He could still blame her for that; she didn't need to be so desireable; she was a Mother; she shouldn't look so soft and sexy. Well, maybe soft, but not sexy. He didn't hate her, though, not like he had tried to convince himself. He loved her, and he wanted her.
He stretched out on the bed, his pajamas around his knees, and watched his cock slowly come back to life. He was past the lull that followed orgasm. Peggy was so luscious. He closed his eyes and imagined her naked body. He thought maybe he should get up and go to her room, but thought better. It was too soon, and besides, mom would be popping in at any minute. He knew that Peg felt ashamed at what they had done, but surprisingly, he didn't. Incest. He rolled the word on his tongue. Was it wrong? Maybe, but it was sure good. He closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around his cock. He knew then that he would fuck his sister.
* * *
Peggy, in her room, was naked. She lay on the bed, her body still filled with excitement. What they had done was wrong, and it must never happen again. She would see that it didn't. Randy couldn't be trusted to prevent it; he was a boy, and boy's got hard-ons and couldn't be trusted. It was up to her to be strong. It must never happen again.
Goddamn, it had been good, though. Sex had never been as good, even when it included fucking.
CHAPTER THREE
Mary Alice Michaels let the ball slide easily from her fingers and knew it was another strike. It amazed her how easily the feel came back. She hadn't bowled in over five years and this was her third game over two-hundred.
"You really laid that one in there, baby," the big blonde Swede in the next lane said.
"Thanks," Mary Alice said, walking back to look at her score. She knew what her score was, but it was something to do; the big guy had been flirting with her all evening and it made her feel a little uncomfortable. It excited her a little, too.
"Not bad," she said.
"Not bad?" Marie said. "Shit, Mary Alice, quit bragging."
Mary Alice picked up the half empty bottle of beer and killed it. God, how many had she had; she'd lost count long ago. She could feel the Swede's eyes on her and nervously lit a cigarette. She felt like she was eighteen again with a new guy moving in on her. Well, she wasn't eighteen, but a new guy was putting the move on her, and she knew she shouldn't feel this way. She was married, she had two kids.
Nick had been gone six months, six months of loneliness for Mary Alice. He had fucked her the night before he left, a sweet, delicious fuck, but over all too soon. It was the first time he had fucked her in several weeks and she was in need, too much in need for one quick jump to satisfy all the built up desire. She had gone without since and was hurting. She felt like a barren woman. She had spent all her nights at home since, until tonight when she had agreed to go bowling with some girls who worked in the same building. They had no way of knowing she was so good and were delighted; they were a cinch for first place now.
Mary Alice sat down to catch her breath. She hadn't had this much fun since Nick had left, well before that, actually. Iris came over and handed Mary Alice a beer.
"I didn't order another one," Mary Alice protested.
"Compliments of the big guy in the next lane," Iris said, wrinkling her nose. "I think the big fucker has his eye on you."
Mary Alice blushed. "Knock it off, Iris," she said.
"Shit, honey, you been flirting with him all evening."
Mary Alice took a slug of beer. She didn't want to protest because she knew it was true. She was a little drunk, too, and kind of liked the feeling. It had been a long time.
"I wish he was making eyes at me. I'd go out in the car with him and make a little love," Iris said.
"What would your husband say?" Mary Alice said.
"He'd probably be relieved because he wouldn't have to fight me off when I got home. I'm the horny one, remember? Marie is the prim little one that wouldn't dream of cheating on her darling hubby. You've been without a man too long, Mary Alice; it would serve your old man right for running off on you."
"Aw, Iris, knock it off," she said. The thought did make her tingle, though. She took another long pull from the frosty bottle. She liked beer, always had, and could put away a lot of it.
She got to her feet and drained the bottle. She picked up her ball, sized up the pins, and knocked them all down again. She grinned and wiped her palm against her slacks. She was sweating.
"Hot damn," the big Swede in the next lane said, "you are some bowler, lady. There's an opening in a mixed doubles league on Tuesday's. We should get together; we could make beautiful music together."
"You mean in a bowling alley?" Mary Alice said.
"Yeh, there, too," he said, grinning.
Mary Alice smiled, pleased that she could still turn a guy on. She was thirty-seven, but still one hell of a lot of woman. Her slacks were form fitting and her sweater strained to hold her tits. She had big ones. She brushed a lock of hair from her eyes.
"I think I'll have another beer," she said.
They bantered back and forth down to the last frame. Mary Alice was drunk and having a ball. She staggered just a little and squinted down the blurring lane.
"Goddamn! Beautiful!" the big Swede said. "Hey, honey, I don't even know your name."
"My friends call me Mary Alice," she said.
"Hi, Mary Alice. I'm Lon. Lon Sorenson. Can I take you home?"
Mary Alice hesitated, afraid she would say yes if she answered quickly.
"Bring your own car?" Lon said.
"I came with a couple of girls."
"That's great. Tell them they won't have to go out of their way to take you home."
"I'm married, Lon. I have two children."
"Swell. Me, too, only I got three. I'll drive you home, say goodbye, and that's it."
Mary Alice knew that wouldn't be it. She was drunk, in need of a man; she was an easy mark.
"Okay," she said, "I'll tell Marie to go on."
Marie acted shocked when she told her. Iris grinned and winked at her. Mary Alice explained that the man lived down the block from her; it would save Marie from going so far out of her way. Marie didn't believe it for a minute and grabbed her purse and coat and left in a huff. Iris just grinned sleepily; she was loaded, and followed after Marie.
"Let's have a shot before we go," Lon said. "God, Lon, I shouldn't; I'm loaded now," Mary Alice said.
She followed Lon to the bar and they had two shots before they left. He took her hand on the way out to the car. She felt that old familiar tingling just below her stomach. He was younger than she, at least ten years, and good looking. She liked big men, even if her husband was short and slim.
In spite of everything, Mary Alice still felt very much married, even as she climbed into this man's car. She sat next to the door and lit a cigarette while he started the engine.
She leaned back and sighed, a deep satisfied sigh. She definitely had drunk too much, her head was spinning, and she felt good, relaxed and dreamy, and sexy, too. She told Lon about her husband going to South America to make a lot of money.
"He's a jerk; he should have taken you along," Lon said.
"He couldn't. Families weren't allowed. He even had to tell them he was single."
"Well then, you're single, too" Lon said. "He's nuts to leave a luscious woman like you alone."
Mary Alice blushed, delighted at his flattery.
Lon saw a bar and pulled the car into the parking lot. "Let's have one more nightcap," he said.
"God, Lon, I'm too drunk now. I don't need any more."
"Just one. You said yourself you've been going nuts staying home. Let yourself go."
Mary Alice looked at her tiny wrist watch. It was too dark to see the time. "Gee, I really can't, Lon. It's so late, and I have youngsters at home."
"How young?"
"Well ... " She didn't want to tell him, didn't want him to know her age. "Seventeen and fifteen," she said, unable to lie.
Lon slid closer. "They can take care of themselves, Mary Alice. Shit, they're almost grown." He slid his arm around her shoulder.
She stiffened. "No, Lon, you're forgetting I still have a husband."
"I'm not forgetting," Lon said. "He's gone, God knows where."
"I know where."
"Do you actually think he's ever coming back."
"I know he's coming back. Besides, you have a wife."
"Sure, but she's home. We're here."
"Lon, I. . . "
Her sentence was cut short by Lon's mouth on hers. It was a delicate kiss at first, and her soft lips fluttered against his for a moment, but then she struggled, tried to pull away. He held her tighter, his lips pressing harder.
Many things went quickly through her mind, that it was wrong, that she had actually been the instigator, that she had wanted him to kiss her. She realized that she had wanted him to kiss her and relaxed, letting her body melt against him. His mouth felt so good on hers, and now, Jesus, his tongue. Her arms went around his neck. She needed a man far more than she had dreamed possible.
Yes, yes, push it into my mouth, move it around, let me suck it, she thought wildly. Oh, God yes, I like it; it tastes so good; it feels so nice. I ... I'm so horny, darling, so much in need. Lon, Lon, hold me tight, kiss me hard. Feel my mouth with your tongue, my body with your hands.
"Yes, yes," she sighed aloud. "Your hand feels so nice on my breast."
With their mouths still attached, her tongue moving now, too, he got his hands under her sweater. Her tits were big and soft under the net brassiere. The nipples responded instantly to his fingers.
His other hand caressed between her tits and the top of her slacks, and finally down inside, his fingertips probing.
"Lon ... please ... I..." she stammered.
"You've missed it, haven't you?" he said.
"Yes," she answered softly. His fingers felt so good there in her hair just above her clit. She gave a deep sigh.
"Mary Alice," he whispered, his fingers now nudging her clit, "feel me, too."
"No, Lon, no," she said, yet dropped an arm from around his neck and felt her way to his crotch. God, his cock felt so big there inside his pants.
"Unzip me, feel inside," he urged.
She didn't answer this time, just fumbled with his zipper until it was open and then reached inside. Yes, he had a big one, and it was so hard, and so hot. She liked it big; she was a big girl. Nick had a big one, too. He was a little man with a big, big cock, a solid eight incher. She squeezed the throbbing gristle. Lon moaned with approval, his finger now in her slot.
"Take off your pants, Mary Alice; I want you. I gotta have you."
"Oh, Lon, not here. We ... we can't do it here, not in the car. There isn't room."
Lon's hand left her tit and found the seat release. "The seat goes way back on this buggy, and the steering wheel swings up out of the way. Greatest improvement on the auto since it was invented." He pushed the seat back and pushed the wheel up until it clicked. "See, lots of room," he said. He had his hand out of her pants now and was easing them down her hips.
Mary Alice lifted up and helped push her slacks down, her panties going with them. Her mind was foggy with booze and she was so horny she wasn't sure what she was doing, only knew that she wanted it.
They went down to her ankles and Lon bent and pulled them off her feet. As he straightened up, he let his hand slide the distance on the inside of her leg.
"Oh, honey ... " she moaned, and let her legs fall open. His hand felt so nice there between her thighs. She felt so warm, so sweaty there.
Lon bent quickly and kissed her belly, then the fringe of hair, then the tops of her damp thighs. His mouth moved closer, kissing softly all the way.
"Oh, Lon, Lon ... Goddamn, what ... I..." she stammered. No one had ever kissed her there, not so close to ... to ... And then his lips were on her cunt. "No, Lonnie," she moaned, but opened her legs wider, slid down in the seat pushing him back towards the door.
Lonnie felt her sweet cunt spread open and put his tongue inside. She moaned, squirmed, put her hands on his head. While he kissed and tongued her, he fumbled behind his back for the door handle. He had to have more room, too cramped, back hurting.
"I'm close, so close," Mary Alice cried, and the door swung open.
The dome light flared on and Lon looked at the ripe cunt in front of his face. The lips were fat and swollen and covered with soft blonde hair. The hair was wet and in tiny ringlets. Inside it was pink and wet.
Lon slid out and quickly pushed his pants down to his knees. "Let your legs stick out the door," he said.
"Not here, Lon, someone will see us," she said.
Lon crawled in on top of her. One of her legs fell off the seat, the other went along the back of the seat until her foot was all the way out. She was wide open and sobbed with hungry anticipation when she felt his cock nudge at her cunt.
"You have the most beautiful blue eyes, Mary Alice," Lon said, and pushed the fat knob of his cock inside her.
"Good, good!" Mary Alice sighed. "Oh, Lon, it's been so long, so long. Ummmm, yes, more, more ... not too fast, honey; push it in slow. Make it good."
Oh my God, she thought, fucking in a car with a stranger, outside of a bar. So sordid, so awkward, so uncomfortable, so ... so good, feels so fucking good!
His prick was long and hard and all the way inside her cunt, and she didn't care anymore. It felt too good. She was moving with Ms strokes as best she could; it was so inconvenient in an automobile. She wished they were on a bed, a nice soft bed.
"Not too fast, honey; don't come too quick," she said.
But he did come too quick. He was jerking and squirting while Mary Alice was still making the exquisite climb to the top.
"Aw, no," Mary Alice cried, "not yet!"
She knew it was over, though, and almost cried when she felt him pull out. She was so close to coming.
He got out of the car, gave his cock a couple of quick shakes, and pulled up his pants.
"We better get the hell out of here before someone sees us," he said, and slid in. He had the steering wheel back in place and the motor started before Mary Alice had time to sit back up.
You dirty bastard, Mary Alice thought, you dirty, rotten bastard. Five minutes ago you didn't give a shit who saw us, but now it's a whole new ball game. You get your nuts off and it's tough luck, lady; see you tomorrow night when I get the hots again. like so much shit, buster.
Lon whipped the car out of the parking lot and tossed her a weak grin. "I'm sorry, baby, I really am," he said.
"What have you got to be sorry for? You got what you wanted," she snorted.
"Have a heart, baby. I don't usually come that quick. You just felt so damn good. Goddamn, what a tight pussy."
Mary Alice was struggling with her panties and finally got them over her ass. "You really liked it, huh?" she said, and then the urge hit her. "Oh, my God, you'll have to stop. I have to pee. Jesus, Jesus ... too much beer. Hurry up, pull over ... I gotta piss!"
Lon swerved to the curb, then whipped into a driveway. It was a long curved driveway and he stopped half way in where both the house and the street were partially hidden by the trees.
Mary Alice leaped from the car, squatted in the grass, and started peeing without pulling down her panties. The piss gushed through the thin nylon.
Lon slid out of the car on her side. He stood and watched her piss. She was bathed in the light streaming from the car and he could see the look of complete contentment on her face. The thick stream was still gushing when he shoved the door closed.
"Goddamn, lady, that really turns me on," he said, and squatted in front of her.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her on the lips, then let one hand slide down over her tits, her belly, and into her panties. He held her cunt, the piss running through his fingers, and rammed his tongue in and out of her mouth.
"I'm going to fuck you again, Mary Alice, and this time you won't go wanting," he said.
He lifted her away from the wet spot and pushed her over backwards.
Mary Alice was panting with passion and went over willingly. She felt his hands at her waist, felt the wet panties come down her legs. When they were off, she closed her eyes and spread her legs wide. She was ready; she wanted to be fucked again.
Lon had his pants down and came over her gently. "You put it in this time," he said.
She reached between their bodies and found his cock. It felt good, like an old lover now, poised for entry into her cunt. She could feel how wet her hair and thighs were and nuzzled the fat knob between the lips. She played with it there between the lips before putting it in. She knew she would make it this time, and pushed the head into her cunt.
Lon grunted his pleasure and eased his shaft in, slowly, inch by inch. "Goddamn, Mary Alice, you feel good. You got the hottest snatch I ever felt." He was only half way in and kept pushing. Her pussy gobbled at him hungrily.
"Yes, yes ... honey ... don't rush it this time," Mary Alice cooed.
"Don't worry, baby, you're gonna get there. I'm gonna fuck you blind. I'm gonna fuck you the rest of the night."
"God yes. I love that kind of talk. Say it again."
"I'm gonna fuck you all night," he repeated.
He was in all the way and fucking slowly when it started for the first time. She came hard and groaned, her hips jerking hard against him. She had forgotten how good it really felt, how much she loved it. It had been six long months since she had come off big, since the last time with Nick, and she let herself float in the ecstasy of hard orgasm. She had played with herself some, but it wasn't the same, just didn't do it. She needed a man, a hard cock. God, she was a woman, all woman, and she needed to be fucked.
She was past the high point and floating down slow. She felt all warm and mushy inside and could feel his cock all hard and big in there. It wasn't quite the same, but it was still good, wonderful, really. She rocked her hips to feel the big thing against the walls of her cunt. "Oh, honey," she moaned, "fuck me more, fuck me, please!"
"Shit, baby, Mary Alice, you're the best piece of ass I ever had," Lon grunted, thrusting hard. "I don't ever wanta come. I wanta stay in your hot pussy forever."
"Yes, yes, lover" she hissed. She was climbing the stairway to heaven again.
She brought her legs up and around his back. She locked her ankles to pull him in tight. She could feel the cool grass between the cheeks of her ass. It was a marvelous feeling.
"Oh God, Lon, I'm going to come again ... I'm coming again! Honeeee, darling ... fuck meeeeee!"
"Yeh, baby, come good. I like a broad that comes hard. Enjoy it, sweets, when it's good for you it's good for me."
She was over the hump again and her legs fell away, but she lifted up with her ass, making an arc of her body, pressing her cunt hard against his hairy groin. She jerked hard against him, feeling the urge yet again. She had never made it more than once before and she was on the rise to a third hot spend. It made her jerk and twist and grunt like an animal in rut. That's what she was, an animal in rut, and she was enjoying it more than she ever had in her whole life. It was the best fuck she had ever experienced. Nick was a piker compared to this young stud.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she screamed, "it feels so good!"
Her third orgasm just hung on and on and on. She thought she would freak out. Her body felt a pleasure that she never dreamed possible.
Mary Alice sensed that he was about to come and wanted to feel it. She'd never particularly had this urge before, but she did now. She was still swimming in her own pleasure and she wanted it to end perfectly. It had been such a long time; it felt so good to have a man back in her saddle again.
"I want to feel you come," she said. "Pull almost out, but leave that fat head in there. Rub off just inside the lips; I have more feeling there; I'll be able to feel it come out."
She was completely aroused, in spite of her three orgasms, and it felt even better when he pulled, leaving just the head imbedded. She was so sensitive there..."Right there," she cried.
Lon grunted, came out, the first spurt splashing on the inside of her thigh. He got it back in and jerked the rest into her pussy.
Mary Alice felt the first shot slide down her thigh, felt the rest empty just between her pussy lips. It was perfect, just the way she had wanted it to end.
She stretched out and let him lay on top of her for a long time. She could feel his soft cock resting against her thigh.
"Jeez, that was good," he said, rising to his knees.
"Yes, it was," Mary Alice answered.
"You are one choice lay, lady," he said.
"I was overdue. I don't always get that hot."
They got dressed and back in the car. Lon backed out of the driveway. When they were in front of her house, he cut the lights and pulled her to him.
"It's awfully late; I better go in," she said. "Can I see you again."
"Maybe. I'm not sure."
"How? I don't know your last name. I know where you live, though."
"God, don't come here. I have teenage children. Do you bowl regularly?"
"Yeh. Every Thursday."
"Maybe I'll meet you there some Thursday. It was good." She was surprised that she didn't feel more remorse.
He kissed her then, and felt her tits. She had such big tits. He regretted that he hadn't paid more attention to them. He hadn't even seen them, just felt under her sweater.
It was a sweet kiss and she savored it, opening her mouth for his tongue. It surprised her that she could get turned on again, and it was a distinct possibility; she could feel it. She pulled away and got out.
"Next Thursday. Maybe I'll come by and watch you bowl," she said. She blew him a kiss and ran for the house.
Mary Alice reached the house and realized she suddenly felt very drunk. There wasn't any liquor in the house and she wished there was; she needed one more big belt. Lon had already driven away so she sat on the steps.
"Goddamn, really drunk," she said. Her head felt giddy. "Jesus, I sure hope I don't get pregnant. He came inside me twice." She could feel the stuff leaking, soaking the crotch of her panties. "Sober up a little, then I'll go in," she said.
She thought about Nick, how he had deserted her, actually. He was coming back, though, and she had been unfaithful to him. She let another man fuck her. No one but Nick had ever fucked her before, and she thought he was enough, but she had enjoyed it, enjoyed it immensely, even more than when Nick fucked her, at least for a long time. Maybe she'd enjoyed it that much when they were first married; she'd forgotten.
She got the urge to pee again, but decided to wait, let it build up. It was more enjoyable that way, and besides, it would remind her of her fuck in the grass. She didn't want it to slip away too quickly, it had been too good.
Mary Alice wasn't a promiscuous woman by nature, but if she saw Lon again and they were alone she would let him fuck her again. She knew she would; she wouldn't be able to resist. Maybe she shouldn't go to the bowling alley again next week, maybe...
She finally got to her feet, stood for a moment to get her balance, and went into the house. It was dark and quiet. She hoped the kids wouldn't wake up; she didn't want to try and explain why she was so late. She kicked off her shoes and went quietly up the stairs. At the top, she stopped, caught her breath, the light was on in Randy's room, the door open; she would have to try and sneak by without being seen.
A new twist, she thought wryly, it's usually one of them trying to sneak in without my knowing.
She came to the edge of the darkness and peeked into his room. He was on the bed, on his back, his pajamas down around his knees, and ... and ... My God, his cock stuck straight up in the air. He had a hard-on. Her hand came up over her mouth. He had a hard-on, and his cock was so big, so big for such a young boy. It stood up hard and curved back towards his belly, and it throbbed.
She realized he was asleep and must be having a dream, a sex dream ... a fuck dream!
His cock excited her, and it made her feel ashamed. How could she get excited at the sight of her own son's cock? But it was so big and so hard; it was as big as a man's. She felt the sticky come in her panties, thought she might even have another orgasm standing there, and started to sob.
Her eyes went wide. Yes, Randy was having a fuck dream, he was dreaming about fucking a woman, and he was climaxing. She stared at the white goo spurt up out of his prick and fall back onto his prick and belly. His body was stiff, jerking, and then he went limp and the stuff oozed out over his cock. His eyes were closed, but he had a contented smile on his face.
Mary Alice almost screamed. She was so turned on. She went to the door, reached in and turned off the light, and reeled down the dark hall.
She was almost to the bathroom when she realized she was wetting her pants again. The hot piss gushed, ran freely down the insides of her legs. She was sobbing, and she was coming. Mary Alice Michaels was having a king-sized orgasm. Her fourth for the night.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mary Alice didn't feel good the next morning, but she showered, dressed, and appeared the same old Mom at breakfast with the kids. Randy left for school before she got her first cup of coffee down.
"How did the bowling go?" Peggy asked.
"Fine. I had a good time," Mary Alice answered.
"That's good. You should go out more, Mom. You'll go nuts spending all your time here taking care of us brats." A horn honked. "Hey, there's my ride. See you tonight, Mom." She grabbed her books and scooted.
Mary Alice lit a cigarette and poured herself another cup of coffee. She decided that last night was better than fine; it was damn good, but she didn't feel satisfied. Agitated was more like it. All it did was stir her up.
She saw Iris at work and took a little kidding from her friend.
"He looked like a real stud, honey; did he lay you?" Iris said.
Mary Alice blushed.
She saw Marie, too. Marie was a little cool.
By evening, she had misgivings about the night before. She wished she hadn't done it. All it did, really, was rekindle the desire she thought she had suppressed. It wasn't suppressed at all, but lurking inside, waiting for someone to let it out. God, had he ever let it out. Three times he brought her off.
Looking at Randy across the table, she realized how much he looked like his father and felt guilty. She felt something else, too, but wouldn't admit it to herself.
After supper, Peggy left on her date and Randy went to his room to study. His grades weren't what they should be, and Mary Alice had laid down the law: he could go out on Friday or Saturday night, but not both.
The house was quiet and lonely. She tried TV, but there wasn't anything worth watching. God, it was only last night and she felt the need again. It hung in her belly, gaunt and hungry. She was horny. It had been so good to be with a man again, to feel his hardness, take his hardness in and wallow on it.
She had stopped on the way home from work and bought a six-pack and a quart of bourbon. It was silly not to have a thing to drink in the house. She was glad she had, because she needed a drink. She had a beer and then a bourbon and water. She could feel it already, and it felt good so she had another. She sat and sipped the bourbon, thinking about Lon and his exquisite cock. She thought about her son, too, and the sight of him coming all over his own belly. In a few short years he would be a man, and he had a man's cock now. She pushed the thought of her son's cock from her mind, and decided it was time for bed. She felt drunk and sleepy.
She looked at her watch and saw that it was almost midnight. Peggy wasn't in yet. She wished that she wouldn't stay out so late with a boy like Bert. She didn't trust Bert; he wouldn't look her in the eye when she talked to him.
She wasn't sure how long she had been sleeping when she heard them downstairs. She sleepily sat up and snapped on the bed lamp. It was almost two A.M. She listened and heard his male voice.
"I better go down there and tell him it's time he got his ass home," she said, and slid out of bed.
She put on her robe and went silently down the stairs. The light was on in the front room. She stopped before she went in and looked through the arch. Peggy and Bert were kissing. The boy had his hand under her skirt; her knees were open.
Mary Alice knew she should stop them, but for some reason she didn't; she stepped behind the curtain and watched. She remembered her first time was on the couch in her parent's home. It was with Nick and she was sure it was the night she got pregnant. It had been good, but not everything that she had expected. It got better, though.
Peggy pulled away from her boyfriend and got to her feet. "You're coming on too fast, Bert," she said.
"Aw, come on, Peg, after last night I was sure you'd let me fuck you."
Mary Alice's eyes went wide. After last night? Was she with the little bastard last night? And what happened to let him think he could talk like that?
"Well, I'm not going to let you fuck me," Peggy said. "I need another drink. Mom brought some beer home tonight. Do you want one?"
"Naw. I'm feeling pretty good already. How about a little grass? You know how that turns you on."
"No grass, Bert. Mom would smell it."
"Your mom knows what grass smells like? Your old lady a swinger?"
"Hell no, you bastard, but she'd know it wasn't tobacco and put two and two together. I'm going to have a beer, maybe something stronger. I feel like getting drunk."
Mary Alice stepped behind the drapes. Thank God old houses had lots of unnecessary frills; she'd die if her daughter caught her spying like this. Peggy came down the hall on her way to the kitchen, passing within two feet of her mother. The light went on in the kitchen and then Bert followed, stopping for a moment close to where Mary Alice was hiding, then ambled on down the hall. Mary Alice's heart was pounding.
She stood for several minutes, listening to their voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. She finally stepped from behind the curtain and stole quietly down-the hall. The kitchen door stood mostly open so she could stand behind the door and see into the kitchen through the wide crack on the hinge side. It would be safe, too, if they came out; she'd be behind the door.
The whiskey bottle stood open on the table; Peggy had a glass in her hand. "That burns good. I can feel it already," she said, and took another swallow. Bert stood with one leg over a corner of the table.
"You want some?" Peggy asked.
"I'll just take a slug of yours," he said.
She handed him the glass and he took a drink, handed it back.
Peggy poured more whiskey into the glass, drank some, and stepped over close to Bert. She put her hand on his thigh. He reached out and cuddled one of her tits.
"A girl-likes a little romancing first, Bert. Not just, 'Let's fuck.' You turned me off," she said.
"How can I turn you back on?"
"You're making a good start on my titty. Love me a little, then we'll see."
While he kissed her, he tugged her blouse free of her skirt and slid his hand inside.
"God, Peggy, you have the nicest tits," he said.
"You're making progress," Peggy said, giggling.
She emptied the glass, put it on the table, and put her mouth on his, her hand sliding up his thigh to his crotch. She held the kiss while her hand opened his fly.
"You're hard to get at with your leg up on the table," she said.
"I'll put it down," he said.
"No, don't. I like hard things." She giggled again.
Behind the door, Mary Alice found breathing difficult. God, so experienced. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. She saw Peggy find Bert's cock and drag it out, cradle it in her hand and slowly skin the thick foreskin back. It pulsed, growing steadily in her daughter's hand.
"Oh, wow! I like that!" Bert cried.
"Shhhhhhh. Don't wanna wake Mom or Randy. Just be quiet; let me play with your cocky."
It was hard and throbbing. She rolled the skin back up then off again. Bert flinched, grunting. She stared at his cock, thinking of Randy's, comparing them. Randy's was much prettier, so sleek and clean looking, and bigger, too. She wished it was Randy's she was holding, wished her brother would soon be fucking her like she knew Bert would be doing. She had to admit, though, that it was more fun to play with an uncircumcised cock, roll the skin up and down, feel the guy stiffen, watch the lovely ruby head emerge all shiny and wet looking. She wanted to suck him, feel its heat in her mouth, feel the sticky goo ooze into her mouth, but she didn't.
"Does that feel good, honey?" she said.
"Goddamn right, but you better take it easy or I'll come all over your hand."
"On my hand isn't where I want you to come," she said. "Let's go back in the living room. It's more comfortable on the couch."
Bert let his leg slide off the table. "Yeh, that's a good idea."
Peggy lifted her skirt. "Put it between my legs for a minute. Rub it around against my pants. Then we'll go lay down on the couch."
Bert put his cock between her legs, pressed it up tight against her crotch. Peggy closed her eyes, pressed her legs together, and sighed with pleasure.
"Oh, honey, that feels so good," she said.
Mary Alice leaned back against the wall, ashamed of her brazen daughter, but worse, excited, too, at the little hussy's antics. Peggy was not a novice at exciting boys, at getting them hot to go, and obviously, not even at fucking. She should have stopped them long ago; it was too late now. Mary Alice felt herself; she was wet; she could feel it through her nightie. Rushing in now would be too embarrassing; she just couldn't do it. Her fingers were moving now, pressing the material of her gown into the wet furrow between her legs.
She saw them start for the door and pressed tighter against the wall, her heart pounding hard, her finger still pressed tightly in her crack.
The kitchen light snapped off and the couple went down the hall. The instant they were out of sight, Mary Alice followed. She went to the curtain, her mouth dry, her pussy wet.
Peggy was sitting on the couch. She had already removed her panties and sat with blouse open and skirt around her hips. Bert stood in front of her, his cock jutting out of the front of his pants.
"Suck it first," he said.
"Okay, but just a little. I want something, too." She bent forward and took his cock in her mouth, sucking noisily.
Mary Alice gasped, almost gagged. "No, no, no," she moaned softly, "not my little girl." She knew that people did such things, or at least had heard they did, but not ... not nice girls. She watched her daughter suck the boy's cock and got hotter, wetter, and finally pulled up her gown so she could play with her cunt. Her finger went deep, all the way in, and she sighed, the pleasure unusually intense.
Peggy let Bert's cock slide from her mouth. "Let's do it, Bert, let's fuck," she said.
Bert started to unbuckle his pants.
"Don't take them off; just slide them down," Peggy said. She was lying on the couch now, her legs open, waiting. "We don't want to be naked if Mom wakes up."
Bert pushed his pants to his knees and got between her legs on the couch.
"Yeh, honey, let's have it. I'm ready; Goddamn, am I ever," she hissed, reaching for him.
Bert came down and she felt the tip of his cock nibble between her lips, then press in, first the knob, then the shaft. He went in and in and in; she thought it would never stop. His cock felt so good. And then she had it all stuffed in, and she had taken it so easily.
"Yes, Bert, fuck me. I want it so ... I want to come ... make me come, honey!"
Mary Alice grunted and pushed her finger in and out. She couldn't see Bert's prick go in, but she knew what it must feel like; it had to feel good. She had never been much of a masturbator, could count the times, but it felt good now, felt right, like it was supposed to be. She knew she would bring herself off, too, and perversely hoped she could prolong it and make it at the same time Peggy did. She knew Peggy would come, and that Bert would come. Bert would come in her daughter's cunt. She hoped Peggy didn't get pregnant, but she wasn't about to stop it now; Peggy must need it, too. For the first time in her life she understood. Peggy was in heat and needed release, needed the glowing release that only a man's cock could give. She wished she was with Lon now, or Nick, or some other man, almost any man. "Fuck her good, Bert. Make her come hard, and let her feel you come, too," she hissed silently. She knew, though, that if he knocked her up, she wouldn't let her marry him.
Mary Alice felt the wonderful warm glow spreading through her belly and stopped. She didn't want to come yet; it felt too good.
Peggy lay passively receiving Bert's cock, enjoying his jerking thrusts; it was such a nice feeling. She wasn't thinking about Bert, though; she was thinking of Randy, closing her eyes and imagining that it was her brother fucking her. She hungered for her brother's cock. It was so hard, so beautiful, curved and long.
After last night, she had sworn not to do it with him, but she yearned so for his beautiful curved prick. What would it feel like? Would she feel the curve? Yes, she was sure she would.
"Oh, honey, it feels so good," she moaned.
"Slow down a little. Don't come too quick. Make it last and last and last. I'm so hot, so fucking hot."
"Wow, you really like it, don't you?"
"Yes. I love it!" she gasped.
"How many guys have fucked you, Peggy?"
She hesitated, but only a moment. "Two others," she said.
"Only two," Bert said. "I was sure it was more. Who were they? Eddie's one, isn't he? He said he has."
"Yeh, Eddie fucked me. He's good. I won't tell the other; you'll have to guess." She lifted up, took a hard jab and grunted. "Frank fucked me, too," she said.
"Frank Martinez?"
"Yes, he was the first, but we only did it once. Eddie is better, the big blabbermouth."
Mary Alice felt relieved. Peggy wasn't terribly experienced, not really. She'd only done it with two guys ... well, three now. God, and only seventeen. Mary Alice was a virgin at seventeen. Kids lived faster nowadays. It wasn't right, but it was the way it was.
She felt her orgasm nearing and stopped again. "Hurry, Peg, hurry; I want to come with you," she whispered.
"Jesus, Peggy, I'm gonna come. I can't stop," Bert cried.
"Me too! Go ahead ... ohhhh, fuck, honey, I'm coming!" She jerked under him. It was only the second time she'd come with a boy's cock in her cunt and it was such a good feeling. "Yeh, yeh ... good! I can feel you coming, Bert. Aw, shit, yeh, do it. Awwwwwwww, shit!"
Out in the hall, Mary Alice was coming, too. It was a quick stabbing come, sending jolts of electric thrills up her spine. Her knees buckled and she almost cried out. It came and went quickly, too quickly, and left her feeling disgusted with herself. She couldn't watch any more, she just couldn't. Her daughter was cheap and easy; it sickened her, but she understood. She knew that it could get away from a person; if Peggy felt the way she had felt herself the other night with Lon, well ... it just had to happen. Girls needed it, too. She turned and went quickly up the stairs.
Bert felt his cock slip from Peggy's cunt and rose to his knees. He watched the last remnants of his come leak out and drip onto her leg. She just lay there breathing hard, her eyes staring vacantly right through him. He felt like the conqueror, completely in control, like she was his whenever he wanted her.
"You expect me to believe that only two other guys have screwed you? The way I hear it every guy who takes you out gets a piece."
"What? What are you talking about?" Peggy said, still in something of a daze.
"Sure. You're the school punchboard the way I hear it. And you'll suck cock at the drop of a zipper. Just shove a cock in old Peggy's face and she'll suck it. Why do you think I took you out?"
Peggy's face went ice cold. She sat up and gave him a shove. He lost his balance and fell off the couch.
"Hey! What the hell?" Bert shouted.
"Get the hell out of this house. I never want to see you again, you dirty, rotten sonofabitch," Peggy snorted.
"You bitch, who the hell do you think you are? You're a whore. I oughta bust you in the mouth."
"You lay a finger on me or so much as ever touch me again and I'll tell my brother. I'll tell him you raped me. He'll beat the shit out of you."
Bert got to his feet and tugged at his pants. He wanted to scoff at her threat, tell her to go ahead and squeal to her little Goddamn brother, but he knew better. Randy was big for his age, and a hell of an athlete. He could knock Bert's cock stiff, and probably would. Bert could tell he didn't like him, anyway. He shuffled for the door, turning just before he got there. "Fuck you," he said.
"You already did, and you were lousy," she hissed.
She heard the door slam and started to cry. "Goddamned, fucking overbearing boys," she sniffled. "I hate them. I'll never let one fuck me again. Loudmouthed fucking Eddie Saimes has to brag to all his fucking friends. Well, piss on him; it would be a cold day in hell before he gets in my pants again." She wondered if Frank had told all his friends, too.
She heard the toilet flush upstairs and jumped. She quickly buttoned her blouse. She wiped the come off her leg with her hand. "Yuk," she said.
When she went upstairs, her mother's door was open, the light on. Peggy looked in and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hi, Mom. You still up?" she said, trying to sound cheery.
"Not really, hon. I had to go to the potty was all. It's kind of late."
"Yeh, I guess. Bert and I were just sitting and talking."
"Okay. Better hit the hay now," she said, wearily.
* * *
Over the weekend there was a strain in the air. Everyone seemed to be walking on eggs. Mary Alice tried to act very cool, and let Peggy and Randy have a beer with her while they watched TV.
Randy went to a movie and met a girl from his class. They necked during the movie and she let him feel her up a little. He was still turned on when he got home. Peggy was already in bed asleep and his mother was taking a bath. Theirs was an old house with old fashioned keyholes and he kneeled in the dark hall and peeked at her.
He watched her soap her magnificent tits, and with his cock out in his hand, drooled while she stood in all her magnificence and dried off. He almost came on the door when she dried her glorious muff and lingered for a moment between her glorious legs.
He went to his bedroom and jacked-off twice before going to sleep. He thought about Sue, the girl he'd felt in the movie, and his sister and what she'd let them do the other night, but mostly he thought about his mother and her full, ripe body. He imagined his cock was inside her.
CHAPTER FIVE
By mid-week, the Michael's household seemed to be back to normal. Peggy was in her usual good mood again. Randy had picked up Sue after school one night and got some good feels and a lot of great necking. Mary Alice had decided that lots of hard work would squelch her abnormal desires.
Wednesday evening, about the time Peg and Randy were looking for their mother, she called and said she had to work late. She told them she would be home around nine.
Peggy fixed their supper, they did the dishes together, and then went in and sat on the couch in front of the TV. It took less than thirty minutes for both to be bored with TV and to suspect what the other was thinking.
"Would you like a beer?" Peggy said, breaking the silence.
"Mom drank it all last Sunday," Randy said. "Oh," Peg said
She was disappointed. She wanted something to drink. It loosened her up, made her feel less inhibited, and she wanted to be totally uninhibited with Randy. She knew she had sworn never again, no more, no way, but being alone with him like this made her guts tingle. She felt nervous and highly excited.
"There's some whiskey left; would you like a shot," she said.
"Naw, I don't think so. I'm in training-kind of. You go ahead though."
"You don't care? Really?"
"No, honest."
"Honest?"
"Hey, I'm serious. If you want a drink; I want you to."
He really did want her to. He wanted her to have several, get a little tight, and then maybe ... Jesus, it was all he could think of. He'd thought of nothing else since the moment his mother had called.
"Okay, I think I will. I feel a little tense tonight, maybe it will loosen me up," Peggy said.
She went to the kitchen and took down the bottle. She poured a double shot and drank it quickly. It hit bottom and bounced; she almost gagged, but held off until it turned hot in her stomach. She tipped up the bottle until it had filled her mouth, then let it trickle down slowly. She found a pack of her mother's cigarettes and lit one. She inhaled deeply. The combination made her light headed and dizzy. It was the effect she wanted. She snuffed out the cigarette and went back into the living room and sat beside her brother.
"Feel better?" Randy said.
"Much," Peggy answered.
She slid closer to her brother. "I'm not going to go out with Bert anymore," she said.
"I'm glad, sis. I hate that prick."
Peggy almost giggled. That's the only part about him I don't hate, she thought, his prick. She had gotten over her bitterness, deciding it her fault, too, for being so easy. Bert was a first class ass-hole, and she wasn't going to go out with him anymore, but he did have a nice cock and had made her feel awful good with it. What she needed was someone she could trust. She looked at her brother, saw the desire in his eyes.
Peggy made a quick decision and jumped to her feet. "Would you like to see my panties, Randy? They're bikinis." she said.
"Yes," Randy said quickly.
Peggy reached down and took the hem of her skirt in her fingers. She lifted it to mid-thigh. Randy wet his lips with his tongue. She inched it upwards until it was just below the crotch of her panties.
"Do you like my legs, Randy?" she said.
"They're beautiful. I love them," he answered.
"Are you ready to see more?"
"I'll die if I don't," he said.
"I don't want you to die; it would kill me." She giggled, and slowly lifted her skirt until she held the hem under her chin. She was breathing fast. "Am I beautiful, Randy? Do you love me?" she whispered.
"I adore you, Peg, and you're the most beautiful girl I ever saw, or see, or ... oh hell, you're gorgeous."
She giggled, blushing with pride. He sat on the edge of the couch like a cat ready to spring. His lips were wet from his darting tongue.
Her panties were sheer and super brief, a tiny bit of see-through nylon. Her hair bulged the skimpy crotch and curled deliciously from both sides. She moved her feet apart, pulling the scanty garment into her succulent lips.
"Oh, God, Peg, I want you," Randy moaned, yet made no advance towards her.
"I want you to put on my panties, Randy," Peggy said.
"Shit, sis, you know they won't fit. You saw that the other night."
"Yeh." She covered her mouth and giggled. "These are a different kind. As you can see, there's not much to them and they stretch."
"Peg, I want more than that," Randy moaned.
"There'll be more, honey, but I want to see your long cock stretch out my little panties."
It excited Randy when she talked like that, his sweet sister talking so dirty to him. "Okay," he said, stood and reached for his belt.
"We'd better go up to your bedroom; wouldn't want mamma walking in on us. Better yet, let's go to my bedroom."
She took his arm and they headed for the stairs. They stopped at the foot and kissed long and hard. Peg's tongue sliding instantly into her brother's mouth. They dashed up the stairs and straight to Peggy's room.
"Take all your clothes off, Randy. I want to see you naked again. I've wanted to ever since the last time."
"Jeez, sis," Randy said, suddenly feeling shy. Still, he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Peggy stepped up close. "I'll undo your pants while you work on the shirt," she said.
She undid his buckle, jerked open the snap, and zipped down his fly. Her hand flew into the opening and gripped his cock. He was hard as a rock. She brought it out, caressing its length in her palm.
"Oh, Randy, you have such a beautiful cock," she moaned, "I love it, I really do." She leaned heavily against him, her hand moving smoothly back and forth on his prick.
"Peg, Peg, I love you. I want you so bad."
"In a bit, honey," she whispered.
She knew what he wanted, but she wasn't sure it would be right. Should she let her brother fuck her? They could do a lot of things together, make each other feel awfully good without actually fucking.
"Get naked, honey," she said, reluctantly letting go of his pecker.
Randy finished undressing and stood in front of her. His cock jutted out, curved upwards, and throbbed.
"Oh, Randy," she gasped. She wanted it in her cunt so much, so very much.
She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties into her wet crotch. She undulated against the nylon, then pushed them down to her knees. She wiggled, but they wouldn't slide down, so she bent at the hips and pushed them down to her ankles. Stepping one foot out, she planted it far from the other and lifted her skirt.
"Look at my cunt, Randy. It loves you as much as I do."
She let him stare for a moment before she let her skirt fall back in place, then bent and picked up the tiny, wet garment, and pressed it against his nose.
"Smell them, Randy," she cried, "do they smell like my cunt?"
He breathed in deeply. They smelled strong, and they felt wet against his nose and chin. She was standing close so he reached out and felt her through her dress. When he started to lift her skirt, she stepped back.
"Not yet, honey, I want you to try them on," she said.
"Aw hell, you know they won't fit."
"They might, and I do want to see how they look with your hard cock bulging them out in front."
Randy grabbed the pants and grudgingly stepped into them. He pulled them up, but once again could get them to only mid thigh, maybe slightly higher.
"See. I told you I couldn't get the Goddamned things on. We're just wasting time; mom will be home in an hour or so."
"I have an idea. Wait right here."
"Peg...."
"I'll be right back, promise."
She ran down the hall to her mother's room, went straight to the dirty linen basket, and dug. She found what she was looking for and ran back to Randy's room. Grinning, she held up a pair of panties.
"Mom's," she said, breathlessly. "They're real sheer and silky. She's soiled them good, too; I can see the discoloration in the crotch. They should fit. Here, smell them." She held them out to him.
Randy felt a new excitement. Mom's panties. He reached out and took them and put them to his nose. "Oh, Goddamn," he said.
"Smell good?" Peggy asked.
"Terrific," he said.
They smelled different than Peggy's. They still had that same sex smell, but were much stronger, better, too. He figured they smelled stronger because she was older.
"Put them on," Peggy said.
Randy took a last smell and stepped in. He pulled them up his legs and into place. They fit beautifully. And they felt beautiful, too; so tight and smooth and silky.
"Oh, Randy," Peggy gasped, "you look terrific. Look how your cock pushes them out in front. Oh, honey, you have such a swell hard-on. Lay down on the bed; I want to feel your cock through mom's panties."
Randy stretched out on the bed, his hands behind his head. He felt proud that he had such a large cock; it was larger than, most of the other guy's. He flexed, making his cock jerk.
"Oh, Randy, do that again," Peggy squealed. She lay down beside him and stroked his belly. She reached down inside the panties and brought his cock up and pressed it against his belly, then took her hand out and held it through the sheer nylon. "Your cock is so hard, Randy. And so big and long; it excites me terribly."
Randy grinned. Peggy put her head on his chest and slowly massaged him. She ran her finger up and down the underside of his cock, paying particular attention where the knob joined the shaft. Randy squirmed. Peggy rubbed harder.
Randy stiffened, raised up from the bed. "Peg, stop," he cried. But it was too late. Randy came violently, possibly as hard as he ever had. His cock spewed and the filmy fabric went transparent as the wetness spread over his belly and cock. "Aw, shit, Peg, look what you did. I wanted to do it with you; I wanted to fuck you."
"I'm sorry, honey," she said softly. She tingled; she wanted him to fuck her. It was the first time he had actually said he wanted to fuck her; it excited her. "I really am sorry, Randy, I really am. But we shouldn't ... fuck, anyway. I'm your sister. I want it, too, Randy, but we shouldn't. Should we?"
"Aw shit!" was all Randy said.
She brought her head up and kissed him. "Give me your tongue, Randy. At least tongue fuck me."
They kissed long and hard, sucking hungrily at each other's tongues. Peggy played with his now flaccid cock, rubbing at the front of the wet panties, smearing the stuff all over his belly.
Peggy felt her brother's frustration; she felt her own frustration. She sat up and wiggled out of her skirt and pushed it down off her feet. Naked from the waist down, she got on top of him and pressed her slit against his soft, upturned prick. The panties were soaking with his jazz and wetted her quickly. She started humping.
"I can feel your cock with my pussy, Randy. I wish it was hard again."
She put her arms around him and started working like she was giving him a good fuck. Her hair was all wet now, and she could feel the back of his shaft against her clit. She heated up very quickly and increased her tempo.
"Ooooooh, honey, that feels good. I think you'll be able to make me come even if you aren't hard. Honey, I like to come, your sister-likes to come. Oh, Randy, make me come, too."
Neither one realized when he started to harden; it just seemed like all of a sudden his cock was bone hard and pressed between the fat lips of her cunt. Peggy moved up until the throbbing knob was pressed hard against her clit.
"Bring me off, Randy; I'm so close now," she cried, pounding against him. "You're hard, too; your cock is hard again."
"Yeh, yeh ... feels good, so good. Better stop or I'll come again. My cock is so sensitive in this position. Oh, shit, sis ... I'm gonna squirt ... oh Shit!"
She sat up, rode down hard trying to get the head of his cock into her cunt. It was right at the entrance, pressing hard, but the panties between prevented penetration. She felt his cock squirting. It felt warm and wet and she started to orgasm a second time. She fell forward, hunching wildly.
"You did it again, sis, you did it again," Randy groaned.
"I couldn't help it. I was so close; I was coming; I just couldn't stop myself." She continued to rub herself against his half hard cock. "It felt so good. It still feels good. Oh, honey, we'll do it soon, but this was the next best thing."
Peggy felt exquisite, all mellow and good inside. It was a good come, much better than masturbating and even as good as the ones while fucking. And she'd actually come off twice.
Randy couldn't complain, either. He had wanted to screw her, but she had brought him two glorious comes. He felt weak and drained now. He was sure he couldn't screw her if she begged him.
Peggy got slowly to her feet. She knew they shouldn't fuck, but she knew next time they would. She wouldn't be able to hold Randy off, and she was quite sure she wouldn't want to.
"Look at me, Randy," she said.
She had taken the rest of her clothes off and was standing naked. Randy sat up and stared at his beautiful sister.
"Next time you get all of me, honey. Next time I'll let you fuck me."
She scooped up her clothing and ran from the room.
CHAPTER SIX
Mary Alice poured two cups of coffee at the little coffee bar and carried them to Abe Conner's office. The other offices and the large reception room were dark. She put one cup of steaming brew on Abe's desk, brushed back a lock of blonde hair, and sipped from her cup.
"For Christ's sake, Mary, sit down and relax for a minute. You act like work is a way of life," Abe said.
"Well, we still have a lot to do," Mary Alice said.
"I can wait," Abe said, waving her to a chair.
Abe was a big, ruddy faced man, so unlike her Nick, who was small and dapper, smaller than Mary Alice, actually. His clothes, though quite expensive, always looked rumpled, like he had slept in them. He looked more like a farmer than a brilliant trial lawyer.
"You ought to quit Jerry and go to work for me," Abe said.
"I don't think your estimable partner would like that very much," Mary Alice answered.
"I know he wouldn't," Abe said with a chuckle.
"He'd froth at the mouth. You're the best damned legal secretary in the city, you know. I appreciate Jerry loaning you to me for the evening, and appreciate even more your staying."
"I like to help," she said.
Abe got up from his chair and went to the bar in the corner. "Would you like a mixed drink, a shot, or a little something in your coffee," Abe said, filling his coffee cup with a good rye.
"If we start drinking, we won't get the work done."
"We've finished the rough part, and what we don't finish I'll get Joan on in the morning. It won't be done as well, but she's good."
Mary Alice shrugged and held out her half full cup. "In the coffee, I guess."
Abe picked up the rye and looked at her. A splendid looking woman, he thought, a good twenty years my junior. Abe was fifty-five, eighteen years difference. He tipped the bottle to her proffered cup.
"Just a smidge," she said.
Abe filled the cup to the brim. "A smidge it is."
Mary Alice frowned and took a sip. "Not a smidge," she said, "it's too strong."
"It'll do you good," Abe said.
He looked again at the attractive woman. She had marvelous tits; her cardigan sweater looked like she had a couple of cantaloupes hidden in there, and it's vee neck was just low enough to show a nice deep valley between them. More daring than she usually wore. Nice legs, too; the way she had them crossed showed that.
Abe went back to his desk and sat down. "I've about had it for tonight. It's almost eight, time to call it. Let's have a couple of drinks, relax, and then go home."
"I have a couple right here in my coffee cup," Mary Alice said. She took a swallow from the cup and let the booze float down to her toes. She liked her liquor strong, in spite of what she had said. "It does hit the spot," she said, and drained the cup.
"Want a refill?" Abe asked.
"Maybe a little, but not a drop over half a cup."
Abe got up and took her cup. "Want something with it?"
"No. Good whiskey is fine straight."
"I like a woman who drinks it neat." He pulled up a chair and sat facing her. "You know, I can feel it a little. I nipped a little as the evening wore on."
Mary Alice sniggered. "I know, I could smell it."
He got up, went to the desk and lit two cigarettes, and brought her one. "Tell me, when is that man of yours coming back?"
"Well, it will be at least six more months, maybe longer."
"You miss him, of course."
"Of course."
Abe put his hand on her knee. He spread out his big fingers, covering the whole knee cap. Her leg felt smooth through the nylon.
"You shouldn't do that," she said. Her voice lacked conviction, somehow.
She had already finished half her second half a cup, and the liquor pounded in her veins. Her brain told her to run like hell; her cunt said stick around ... see what happens.
Mary Alice had always been careful to avoid involvement at the office. Jerry, her immediate boss, had tried a long time ago, right after she had gone to work for him, and so had several of the other attorneys who came in and out of the office. Even Teddy Epstein, the firm's junior partner, had tried, and he was a good five or six years younger than Mary Alice and very good looking. She went to dinner with him once, even let him kiss her, but office love affairs made things too uncomfortable, and she liked her job, so she called a halt to it. She didn't want to have to quit and look for another job, even if she could go to work for any law firm in the city.
"Hanky-panky in the office can get awfully sticky, Abe," she said, and looked at his hand on her knee.
"Yes, it can," Abe said, and let his hand slide several inches deeper under her skirt. "I'm a happily married man, Mary, well taken care of at home, and quite conscious of my social position, even aware of my grown children's concern over dad in his dangerous years, but God, Mary, you're such a beautiful woman." He squeezed her thigh. It was so firm, yet so soft; she was a lot of woman, maybe more than he could handle.
Mary Alice felt the blood pounding in her temples; the rye had done its job on her inhibitions. Actually, the ice was broken the night she let Lon fuck her; there was no reason to hold out now. Her self-imposed abstinence had ended. She needed a man, and Abe Conners looked to be all man. In truth, he was an ugly man with a big, sunburned face and a head of totally unruly hair, yet she was attracted to him.
She put her empty cup on the floor, brushed his hand from under her skirt, and got to her feet. She slowly unbuttoned her sweater. When the last button was open, she sat on his big lap and slid her arms around his neck.
"You're a fool, Abe Conners," she said.
"I'm a genius," he said, "everyone knows that."
"I think every man in this office has tried to make out with me but you ... until now, of course."
"And they all struck out?"
"All but you," she said, and kissed his lips.
She played her lips lightly against his, and then, taking his head in her hands, pushed her tongue deep inside his mouth. She moaned softly when she felt his hands on her bare skin. He cupped one of her big tits and tried to slide his finger under the bra.
"Take the Goddamn thing off," she hissed.
His big fingers showed amazing dexterity and had the clasp undone instantly. He cupped her tits in his hands, sliding up until both palms rubbed the growing nipples.
"You have big nipples," he said.
"Yes," he hissed, "make them bigger."
He pushed the loose bra above her bit tits and with thumb and finger brought the nipples to a fantastic hard. Mary Alice squirmed with pleasure. She loved having her nipples manipulated.
"I love that, Abe; it feels so nice. They adore being sucked, too."
Abe dropped his head and took one of the ripe cherries into his mouth. Mary Alice's head fell backwards. She closed her eyes and let him suck. She remembered nursing Randy and how enjoyable it had been; Peggy, too, but more so with Randy. It felt wonderful. She was sure there was a direct line between her tits and her cunt because his mouth on her nipple was making her pussy tingle with joy.
"I'm so very sensitive there, Abe," she sighed. She stroked the back of his head, her hands pressing his face gently against her tits. "I like it, honey, it's making me so hot."
He had his hand between her legs now, tickling the insides of her thighs, inching upwards. She opened a little when he reached the tops of her legs. The crotch of her pantyhose was wet. He raised his face from her tits.
"Stand up so I can get these Goddamn pantyhose off," he said.
Mary Alice got obediently to her feet. Abe reached under her skirt and rolled the tight garment down, over her wide hips, down her thighs and calves. She lifted each foot in turn so he could remove her shoes and then the pantyhose. He stood and swung her around. He pushed her skirt down and pushed her back in the chair. She raised her legs so he could pull the skirt the rest of the way off.
She opened her legs wide, revealing her pussy. It glistened with moisture and the pink petals of her cunt opened like a flower before his eyes.
"Do whatever you want," she said softly.
Abe Conners went to his knees in front of her and started suckling at her tits again. He ravished her nipples, then lifted the huge globes and kissed away the little pockets of sweat that hid up tight under her tits. With her nipples both standing hard, he moved on down and buried his face in her soft tummy.
Mary Alice wanted to push his head on down. She was afraid he would hear the pounding of her heart and held her breath, hoping...
He found her belly button with his mouth, sucked for a moment and then moved down again. He kissed her along the fringe of thick, soft hair.
"Yes, yes," she hissed softly, "go down on me! Eat me!"
Mary Alice wanted his mouth between her legs more than anything in the world. She remembered the thrill when Lon's lips touched her cunt, remembered that first electric thrill. That thrill of thrills. The moment of bliss, of pure joy.
She managed to get her legs open still a little more. She felt his lips caressing the insides of her thighs and touched his head with her hands. "Yes ... yes," she moaned, so hot she thought she would come any second. Then his tongue was on her pussy, that first glorious touch, licking its length, spreading the fat, wet lips. She grabbed his head and pulled him in.
"Make me come, honey; make me come with your mouth. Don't stop until you do," she hissed.
"Why didn't you ever do this to me?" she whispered.
It was so good this way, so easy to come. She was so close, so hot; squirming hard!" she squealed.
Mary Alice lunged against him trying to make it last, but it was quick and very intense, jarring her down to the soles of her feet. She finally loosed his head from her hands and relaxed back into the chair. It was the kind of orgasm every woman needed now and then without a guy shooting off or pulling out or cursing that he didn't want to come yet. Hers, just hers, a good hard come that she could feel all the way down to the soles of her feet.
Abe raised up, his nose and lips and chin shining with her juices. "It's great to see a woman really make it," he said.
"Do you eat your wife?" Mary Alice asked.
"Yes, sometimes."
"You should always do it first. Every single time. Get her ready. I don't think I'll ever again let a man fuck me if he doesn't go down on me first."
Abe got to his feet, still grinning. He had his cock in his hand. It thrust out of his pants huge and hard.
Mary Alice remembered watching her daughter suck her boyfriend's cock, remembered the instant distaste followed by the perverse thrill. She stared at his cock. He had a thick foreskin and it was pushed back enough to reveal about a third of his cock. The glans was deep red, the split in the end open and oozing. The slick junk made it all shiny and slick.
"May ... may I kiss it?" she whispered.
"God, yes ... kiss it!" he gasped.
She came forward and planted her lips on the tip. It was wet, sticky and slippery. She kissed it again, then pushed his hand away and kissed it.
She looked up at him. "Does your wife..."
"No," he said.
"God, why not," she said, and kissed it again, then let her wet lips slide over the tip. It was thrilling, far more than she had expected. She moved her fingers back to the base, back to the thick thatch of wirey hair and pushed her lips onto his cock, slowly peeling back the skin with her teeth. And then she had the whole knob in her mouth and she was sucking hard, sucking hungrily, like she was starved for this man's prick.
Abe groaned and let her have her way with his cock. He didn't want to touch her or move or anything. It felt too good. Her mouth was so wet and so warm. He looked down. She was a beautiful woman, a truly beautiful woman, and she was sucking his cock; it thrust out of his pants, through her delicate hand, and into her gorgeous mouth.
Abe had looked at Mary Alice many times and wanted her every time. She was his kind of woman, in looks, in build, but he had always thought there was no chance. He had seen her husband, too; such a little bastard, but he must be hung like a bull to satisfy a woman who turned on like this. Well, he was gone now and it was Abe's turn.
Mary Alice held his knob in her mouth, her tongue moving. She had one hand gripping his ass, the other his shaft. She could tell he was near. She could almost taste it, wanted to taste it, but pulled back and let him fall free. She looked up into his pleading eyes.
"You're almost ready to come," she said.
"Aw, Mary," he said.
"You want to come in my mouth?"
He grinned sheepishly, nodded his head.
"All right," she said, and took his cock back in her mouth.
It didn't take long until he was there. She sensed the exact instant and started sliding her hand tightly up and down his shaft. It came like an explosion, a thick wad of sticky glue. She almost gagged, but managed to swallow and sucked for some more. She got it, another thick spurt. This time she savored it, rolled it in her mouth, let it slide back in her mouth and then down her throat. She decided it was rather nice to suck the milk out of a man's prick.
When she finished, he was still half hard. "If you take down your pants and get on top of me, maybe you can get it in before it goes all the way down," she said.
She slipped out of the chair and went to the floor on her back. While Abe pushed his pants down, she took off her sweater and the loose, irritating brassiere. She wouldn't even wear one of her tits weren't so confounded big. He removed all his clothing before he came down on top of her.
"God, Mary, I've wanted you for such a long time," he said.
"You never told me."
"I didn't think there was a chance."
She felt his fat cock, only half hard, pry her lips open and push into her cunt. She was ready again; she hadn't realized how ready.
"Oh, Goddamn, Abe, you should have said something, or just grabbed me and raped my poor little body. It feels good."
"Would you have let me do this before your husband left?"
"I ... I don't know for sure. Probably, if you'd come on right. Oh, Abe, God, honey!" He was getting hard again, and she could feel it growing inside her, stretching her cunt, filling her gnawing cavity. Shee-it, she had a real man in her saddle, and it felt wonderful. "Ride me, you bastard!" she cried. "You're in now; get all the way hard, ride me. Fuck me, honeeeeeee!"
Abe hunched into her, felt his balls slap against her ass, felt them get wet from her juice. It was a great feeling. He hadn't been hard more than once a day for many moons, and it was a great feeling. It just took the right woman. The right woman with the right attitude and the right body, that's all it took. He felt like he could stay in the saddle all night, fuck forever.
"Oh, Abe, Abe, you feel so big, so good! I think I'm about to come ... but don't stop, keep fucking, fucking! Yeh, yeh, yeh ... I'm gonna come, gonna get my rocks off!" She ground her teeth together, coming hard, coming good. "Oh, honey, darling, I feel so good all over." She squirmed under him, then lay back, opened her legs more, tried to get him in deeper. "Fuck me, you big bastard, fuck me so hard!"
Abe wasn't a young man anymore, and he knew better than to go wild. He just kept stroking with long, easy pulls. It felt good inside her cunt. She was so wet and hot, and so tight. She was a bigger woman than his wife, and still she was much tighter. Her snatch closed in around him like she was trying to squeeze him off. She was coming again; he could feel her pounding her ass against the carpet.
"Ungh, good, honey, good!" she grunted.
She didn't relax this time, though, just kept lifting up against him. Her legs were up in the air and he could her wrap around him and then fall away, then come over his back again.
"Shit, baby, number three," she cursed through gritted teeth. "I'm coming again, and again ... so fucking good!"
She thought of her husband, cursed him under her breath. He left her so vulnerable. He knew she liked to fuck, he had to know. He had to know that sooner or later she would, too. Well, she was, and she was loving it. It was even better the next time. She knew there would be a next time, and a next and a next.
Abe was humping hard. "I'm just coming over and over. Come inside me; I'll come with you."
Abe felt his nuts tighten, felt the stuff filling his tube and knew he was juicing in her cunt. He rode hard for a couple of minutes, emptying his balls completely, and sagged heavily on top of her. "That's it; I'm wiped out!" he gasped.
"Me, too," Mary Alice said, and cuddled him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and pressed her mouth over his.
When they finally got to their feet, Mary Alice felt weak. She felt satisfied, too. It was a fuck well worth remembering. It was after nine. They had been at it for over an hour.
"It's getting late. I better get dressed and go home," Mary Alice said. "My kids might think I'm doing things I shouldn't."
"Jesus, Mary, that was good. The best I've ever had. I mean it. Next time..." His eyes darted to hers. He searched, his eyes questioning. " ... if there is a next time, we'll go where there's a bed. Spend the whole night together. It can be marvelous."
"It won't be any better than this time," Mary Alice said.
"You mean ... there's a chance there will be a next time?"
"I'd say there is a very good chance," Mary Alice said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Randy held the kiss a long time, his tongue gliding in and out of her mouth, his hand under his sweater. She had pretty nice tits for a girl fifteen, not as big as Peggy's, but not bad. Randy knew already that any girl he went with would have to have big tits, at least as big as Peggy's, preferably like his mom's.
"Aw, Randy, you really get me hot and bothered when you kiss me like that," Sue said.
"I wish you didn't have that damn brassiere on. Take it off."
"Reach behind my back and unsnap it, but that's as far as we can go."
Randy slid his other hand under her sweater, fumbled awkwardly for a bit, and finally got it undone. He brought both hands back around and slid them under the loose bra.
"That's better," he said, "but it would be even better yet if you'd pull off your sweater."
"You can feel them like that, honey. Just kiss me some more, make my skin feel all crawly."
Randy kissed her again, felt her little tongue dart into his mouth. Her tits felt so soft and her nipples so hard. Actually, she was kind of fat, but cute, real cute. She was a junior cheerleader and in her outfit. The skirt was very short, but didn't seem as sexy, somehow, since it was a costume. He pulled one hand from under her sweater and slid it up under her skirt. Her thighs were plump and soft.
"Let's go in your room and take off our clothes," Randy said.
"Aw, honey, you know we can't. Mom will be home soon."
"You said she wouldn't be home until six."
"Yeh, but I'm not supposed to have boys in while she's gone and you gotta be long gone by six."
"What's the matter, doesn't she trust you?"
Sue giggled and grabbed his crotch. "Should she?" she said, and giggled again. "Wow, you really got it hard."
"It's hard for you, honey. Come on, let's do it."
"I told you when, Randy. We don't have time now."
"Always tomorrow, not today. The story of my life."
"Not tomorrow, silly, Saturday. Our date is Saturday, remember? I said I'll let you go all the way Saturday."
"Tomorrow was a figure of speech and you know it," he said, sulking. He was tired of waiting until tomorrow. Peggy had put him off and now Sue was putting him off. He had to have his first piece of ass, and soon. He was going nuts. He tried to get his fingers inside her tights. "Goddamn tights. I wish you wouldn't wear them," he said.
"I have to with this short skirt." She jumped to her feet. "Here, I'll pull them off and let you have a good feel, but then you have to go."
She reached under the tiny skirt and pulled them down and sat back down. She pulled one foot free and left them dangling around one ankle.
Randy jabbed his hand back between her thighs. She opened her legs and let him feel. She was good and moist there, the hair incredibly soft. She didn't have as much as Peggy, but there was enough. He decided he liked a lot of hair on a girl's cunt. He hadn't played with her cunt when it was completely naked like this before, and let his finger slide in the lips.
"Ooooooooh, honey, your getting me so excited. I really do want you to fuck me, but we just can't; there isn't time."
She was squirming against his hand, and when he got the tip of his finger in her hole, she scrunched down to get it in a little deeper.
"Push it in a little, Randy. It's such a good feeling. Get me ready for Saturday night."
"I'm ready now," Randy grunted. "I wind up getting the stone aches every time I'm with you."
"It's your own fault. I didn't tell you to go this far. I told you we couldn't do it today." She shoved harder until he had most of his finger in her cunt. "Shit, honey, that feels good. Move it around a little."
Randy started finger fucking her, pushed until his finger was buried all the way. She clutched at his cock through his pants.
"Take it out, honey, play with my prick," he said.
"Aw, Randy, we've gone too far already. I'm so hot. I want you to fuck me so bad."
"Okay, let's do it."
"Honey, we can't, we can't."
Randy pulled his hand from under her skirt. "Shit. I gotta go home."
"You're mad," she said.
"No I'm not, just disappointed, and my nuts hurt. I'm gonna go home and jerk-off. Gotta have some relief."
"Do ... do you want me to do it?" she said timidly.
"Hell yes," he said, and leaned back. "Just take it out and pull it off with your little old hand. I just gotta come."
She unzipped his fly and slowly withdrew his prick. She had played with it once before, but never in the light. It looked so big, so scary. She wrapped her hand around it and started stroking.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked.
"Yeah, yeah, a little faster," he grunted.
She pumped faster, maybe a dozen strokes, and Randy went stiff as his prick shot milky stuff.
"Oh my God! I didn't ... I didn't expect she cried, as the stuff poured down onto her hand.
"Don't let go, just a few more strokes," Randy yelled.
She held him tight and kept pumping. She watched the sticky junk roll out over her hand.
"What do I do now?" she said, a little sickened.
"I don't care; lick it off, I guess."
"Yuk! You bastard," she said.
"I feel a lot better," he said.
"You mean you want to put all that ugly stuff inside of me? That's what you mean."
"Yeh. One way or another," Randy said, grinning.
Sue smiled and looked at the mess on her hand. "Yeh," she said.
He finally gave her his handkerchief to clean up with. He got up and put his cock away and zipped up his pants.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said.
"Don't forget about Saturday," she said.
"How could I forget that?" he said. "Saturday, we fuck."
When Randy got home, supper was already on the table. Mary Alice chided him for being late.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I thought you might have to work late again so I didn't rush right home," he said.
"It's okay. Just hurry and wash up before supper gets cold."
She remembered the luscious fucking of the night before and wished she had worked again. It made her tingle.
Peggy met him on the stairs. "You were with that fat little Sue, weren't you? I saw you walking with her."
"She isn't fat, sis. Just pleasingly plump."
"Does she have nice boobs?"
"Not as nice as yours." Randy grinned at her. "She has a nice pussy, too. It's really hot."
Peggy grabbed her brother. "Did you fuck her?"
"Naw. Don't get jealous. I'm saving myself for you."
"I am jealous," Peggy said, and ran on down the stairs.
After supper, both Peggy and Randy went to their rooms to study. It was almost ten when Peggy came to his door and tapped lightly. "Randy, can I come in?" she said.
"Sure, the door's unlocked," Randy chirped.
Peggy came into his room and closed the door softly behind her. She wore a robe that came down to her knees. She was barefooted. Randy lay on his bed, a book in front of him. He wore only his pants.
"I'm going to bed; just dropped by to say goodnight."
"I'm glad you did," Randy said.
She came over close to the bed. "Randy? You didn't fuck her, did you?"
"I said I didn't," he said. He could see she was really jealous.
"You're not just saying that?"
"Hell no. I didn't. I mean it."
"Well, you must have fooled around. Is she nice?"
Randy grinned. "Yeh, we fooled around, and she's nice, real nice."
"Damn you, Randy. Is she this nice?" Peggy jerked her robe open. She was naked under the robe.
"No way, Peg." He sat up quickly. "Goddamn, not even close."
"Kiss me, Randy."
Randy jumped up and started to put his arms around her.
"I mean lower ... quite a bit lower."
Randy didn't hesitate; he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her bush. The heady smell of cunt filled his nostrils. He kissed her at the top of her slit, then curled out his tongue and raked it back over her protruding clit.
"Oh, Randy, that feels good," she cried.
"I've got something that will feel even better," he said.'
"No, honey, please, just kiss it some more."
She bowed her knees and pressed down against his face. He kissed her several times, then pushed his tongue into her cunt. She was wet. She squirmed against his tongue.
"Honey, honey, honey, I love it when you do that. Move your tongue in and out. Oooooooooh, good!"
Randy pulled away and got to his feet. "I need something, too, Peg. Lay down on the bed. I just gotta fuck you."
"Aw, no, Randy, it's too dangerous. Mom is just downstairs; she might be coming up any minute."
"Shit, Peg, I gotta, I just gotta. You keep putting me off; everyone keeps putting me off."
"Aw, honey, we can't, It's not the right time with mom so close. Here..." She reached into his pants and circled his cock. "Oh, Jesus, you really got a hard-on."
"Hell yes, I got a hard-on."
"Shhhhh, not so loud. Here, I'll just put it between my legs, squeeze it a little, rub it against my pussy."
She pressed his prick between her legs, rubbed the leaking knob back and forth between her lips. Randy crouched a little. Peggy moved her feet apart. The tip of Randy's cock found her hole, and with the way it curved up, the head just popped in, spreading her little cunt wide.
"Oh, Randy . . ,Oh, my God..." she hissed, and pressed down until his entire knob was in her cunt. "Oh, yeh, honey, push it in just a little more. Oh, yehhhhh, fuck me a little!"
Randy pushed up, shoving almost half his cock in.
"Oh, Peg, it feels great. I'm finally fucking. I have it inside. I'm fucking you."
"You sure are, Randy," Peggy sighed. She brought one leg up, hooked it behind his thigh. "Fuck me a whole lot, Randy. I never did it standing up before, and it feels good. Good!"
Randy could feel the strain on his back quickly, and was about to pull her down on the bed when Mary Alice's voice came loud and clear from the foot of the stairs. And then her weight on the stairs.
Peggy's leg came down and his cock pulled free. She pulled her robe closed and rushed for the door.
She reached the top of the stairs when her mother was half way up.
"What are you kids doing up there? It's bedtime. School tomorrow, remember?"
"We were just scuffling, Mom."
"Scuffling? Go to bed."
"Okay."
Mary Alice watched her go down the hall and was puzzled. "Scuffling?" she murmured. "You get in bed, too, Randy," she called.
Randy sat on the edge of his bed trembling. "God-fucking-damn," he muttered.
It was an hour later when Randy heard his mother go into the bathroom. He got out of bed and went to the door. The house was dark, save the thin slit of light under the bathroom door. He went stealthily down the hall and knelt in front of the door. It was an old house, and had those big, wide, old-fashioned keyholes that you can really see through. He put his eye to the hole.
Mary Alice had already removed her dress and stood in panties and brassiere. He wondered how her bra managed to hold her tits they were so big. They filled it completely and bulged at the edges. Her panties were well filled, too, and even though she was blonde, he could see thick wad of hair showing through. He held his breath when she started pushing them down, his hand finding his cock.
She sat on the toilet, but he couldn't hear if she was peeing because the water was running in the tub. He wished he could hear her peeing. Her bra came off while she sat on the stool. She stood up and got into the tub. His cock was hard, his hand moving briskly.
He watched her soap her big tits, and imagined that she was enjoying rubbing them. She stood up then, and soaped her luxuriant bush. When her hand went between her thighs, Randy almost came and had to stop. He bumped the door with his knee and she looked up. He held his breath afraid to breath, but she dropped her gaze and went back to washing her cunt.
She sat down in the tub again and leaned back. He could still see her tits. He started masturbating again, pretending that she still had her hand on her cunt, that she was playing with herself, maybe even wishing her son was in the tub with her.
In the bathroom, Mary Alice was playing with herself. She had two fingers in her cunt as far as they would go. And she was thinking of Randy; she was sure he was out in the hall peeking at her. She thought she heard something right after she got in the tub, and was sure when his knee hit the door. She closed her eyes and pressed her clit with her thumb. She knew she would come easily with her pussy under the hot water. Coming had become a problem just before Nick left, and even for a while afterwards, but it wasn't a problem now, not since she had started fucking again. This morning she had brought herself off easily before she was even completely awake, and now ... God, she was getting close.
Mary Alice imagined her son out in the hall, his little cock hard; well, not so little, it was bigger than a lot of men. She had seen that with her own eyes. She wondered if he was playing with himself, thought she heard his breathing, and started to come. She dug into her cunt with her fingers. Jesus, it felt so good. She gasped and relaxed, three fingers stuffed in her cunt to the knuckles.
Randy wasn't sure what was happening, but he was sure that she was acting awfully strange. Then she stood suddenly and faced the door. He was feasting on a full frontal view when she stepped from the tub and came towards the door. She heard me, he thought, and scrambled for his room.
He lay in the darkness for what seemed like forever before he heard her leave the bathroom. His erection was gone and he had to pee. He waited several more minutes before he got up and went down the hall.
Mary Alice heard him and went to her door. She felt a little guilty about masturbating while she knew, or at least suspected, that her son was watching, but at the time was too turned on to feel any shame. She was curious now. She went quickly down the hall and stood for a moment staring at the big keyhole. She heard the water splash in the toilet and knelt down. "Two can play this game ... I guess," she whispered.
She saw Randy holding his prick, shaking off the last few drops. He stood in front of the stool and worked his muscle; it rose steadily. He turned and saw his mother's clothing in a pile on the floor. He bent and quickly found her panties, straightened them out, and put the crotch to his nose.
Mary Alice gasped. God, she never left her clothing in the bathroom; what had she been thinking of? She knew what she had been thinking of. And ... and he was smelling them, pressing the part ... the part that had been against her cunt all day ... to his nose. Oh, Lord, he had such a big cock, too, and it was so hard. It would be bigger than his father's if it grew anymore. And it had such a curve in the middle. It was prettier than his father's, or at least different. Maybe being circumcised made it different; Nick wasn't circumcised.
He stood with his face turned up smelling the crotch of the panties for a long time before he started jacking-off. He stroked for quite a while before he brought the panties down and wrapped them around his cock, then masturbated in earnest. He pumped hard for several strokes and then stepped up and held over the lavatory.
"Oh, Mom," he cried, "Oh, Mom!" and squirted a thick wad into the sink. He kept pumping; the goo kept squirting.
Mary Alice couldn't believe her eyes. Her son had jacked-off smelling her panties, and finally finished the job with his cock wrapped snugly in her scanty garment. She couldn't believe how turned on she was. She had come only a short time before and she was so worked up now she couldn't believe it. She watched him finish his job and then wipe his cock with her panties. He stroked himself lovingly, milking anything that was left into her underpants.
She raised weakly to her feet and went back to her bedroom. Filled with guilt, shame, even remorse, she fell onto the bed and grabbed her cunt. She made herself come over and over again. It was probably the best jerk-off come she had ever experienced.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Friday was not a good day for Mary Alice. First, she felt ashamed for peeking at her son, even if it had excited her, or maybe because it had excited her. And there was too much to do for a Friday, far more than she could get done. Abe didn't come in again, either. It was his second day in court without stepping foot in the office. She wondered if he was avoiding her, but knew it was a foolish thought. She did want to see him, though, more than see him. And to top it off she had to work late; work, not play.
It was after eight when she got home. Randy wasn't there, and Peggy was getting ready to leave.
"Where the hell is Randy?" Mary Alice said.
"Search me," Peggy said.
"And where are you going?"
"I have a date with Ted. I told you that this morning."
"Oh, yeh, he's the new guy."
"He's dreamy, Mom."
"You say that about all of them." She wondered if all of them screwed her like Bert had. "You're not going like that are you."
"Sure," Peggy said defiantly. "The skirt is too short."
"Mom, you bitch at me if I wear jeans on a date and you bitch at me if I wear a skirt."
"That skirt barely covers your ass. Christ, raising kids without a father is hell." She turned and went back into the kitchen.
"Bye, Mom," Peggy called. "I'll probably be late."
"Probably," Mary Alice mumbled. She heard the front door slam and shrugged her shoulders.
Mary Alice had had coffee and a sandwich at six and wasn't the least big hungry. She went to the cupboard and took down the bottle of whiskey. It was almost empty.
"Damn kids been in the fucking booze again," she said.
She poured a shot and tossed it away. The rest, maybe a couple of shots, she mixed with water and went to the front room. It was almost ten and her glass was empty when Randy got home.
"Where have you been?" she asked.
"Peg said you called so I went to the library. I didn't think you'd be home yet."
"You thought I wouldn't be home by ten? Think I work all night?"
"Geez, is it ten already?"
"Yes, it's ten already, or almost. Have you had any supper?"
"Yeh. I had a couple of hamburgers and a coke. How did your day go, Mom?"
"Shitty, shitty as hell," she growled, then grinned. "Pardon my French, honey. It just wasn't a good day; too busy, and it lasted too long. My legs are tired and my back hurts."
"Want me to rub your back?"
"You're sweet," she said, reaching out and touching his cheek. "I'll be fine. I think I'll go to bed early."
"Okay. I think I'll get something to eat first."
"I thought you said you'd eaten," she said, laughing. She felt better just having him home. And then the booze had mellowed her a bit, too. She could feel it, just a little bit.
She went up to her room and sat on the bed. It was quite a while before she found the energy to take off her shoes. Her second shoe had just hit the floor when Randy came to the door.
"You sure you don't want me to give you a massage, Mom? It will help you sleep," he said.
"I think I'll sleep fine. My back does hurt, though."
"That does it; no more arguments. You lay down and I'll sit on the bed and rub your back. That's an order, Mom."
Mary Alice looked at her big, handsome son. Only fifteen and so big. She hesitated a moment longer, then stretched out on the bed on her stomach. The danger signals flashed in her head, but she chose to ignore them.
Randy sat on the edge of the bed beside her and started kneading the backs of her calves.
"It would be better if you didn't have your stockings on," he said.
"Well ... , " she said. She knew she was being very foolish. "You look the other way and I'll take them off."
She got back to her feet and reached under her skirt. She wore pantes on top of her pantyhose. She hesitated before pushing them down her legs. She remembered Randy smelling her panties the night before and blushed. She got back on the bed, making sure her skirt was all the way down.
Randy turned and went back to work on her calves.
"That does feel good, Randy. Seems to pull the old tired feeling right out," she sighed.
He moved to her knees, working carefully, then moving his hands under the edge of her skirt. Her thighs felt so soft, so silky. Mary Alice tensed.
"Relax, Mom. It won't do any good if you're all tense. Your muscles feel like hard balls. Just relax."
She released the tension in her legs. "That's better," he said.
His hands were at mid-thigh, kneading the backs, the outsides, the insides. Involuntarily her legs came open. She was sure he could see too much of her legs, her skirt felt like it was almost up to her ass. She was sure, too, that she should stop him, but it felt too good. Her legs opened a bit more.
He moved higher, too much higher, and the tips of his fingers touched the swell of the bottom of her buttocks. It was like a shock of electricity, exciting, thrilling. It was all she could do to keep her wits.
"Uh, honey, rub my back now. The small of my back, that's where it hurts," she said.
Randy didn't hesitate; he lifted his hands from her legs and pressed them against the small of her back.
"Ooooh, that feels good," she sighed. She hoped he hadn't seen the goose bumps that popped up all over her thighs. Of course he had to see them unless she had his eyes close, and she was sure he didn't have his eyes closed.
He rubbed her gently, pressing the length of her spine with the heel of his hand. She almost didn't notice that he did all this with one hand while the other unbuttoned her blouse.
Randy wondered how a girl got it buttoned up the back without anyone to help. Girls were amazing creatures.
She felt him flip her blouse open, felt his cool hands on her bare flesh, felt her brassiere go loose when he undid the clasp. Her breath came in short gasps; it felt so good the way his hands rolled her skin, rubbing. And then his hands were along her sides, in her arm pits. She brought her arms up, curled them, and buried her face in their protection. Then his fingers were touching the soft edges of her tits. She raised up a little; his hand slid under, cupping her tits, her nipples against his palms.
"No, honey, you mustn't!" she gasped, but she didn't stop him.
"Mom, Mom, you feel so soft, so wonderful," he whispered.
Her nipples grew hard against his palms, but he didn't move his hands as if he was afraid she would stop him. She wanted him to move his hands. Her nipples were so excited, so in need of a little friction. They were both breathing hard.
"Oh, Randy," Mary Alice moaned.
He took one hand from under her tit and traced lightly with his fingers down her side. Then he traced down the middle of her back, stopping for a moment at the top of her skirt, then moving under the band. His fingers traced the deep cleft between her ass cheeks. He moaned, lifted up. He played with her heaving ass for several minutes, his other hand gently squeezing her fat tit. The nipple was hard, alive. He lifted his hand from inside her skirt and put it between her legs, high between her legs, inches from her twitching pussy. She hated herself for her weakness and let her legs slide open a bit more.
"No, honey, no," she moaned softly, very softly. "Rub ... rub my back again."
Randy's hand came from between her legs to her back, only this time he moved up on the bed and straddled one of her legs. He let his weight down and she felt it immediately; the thick lump in his jeans was unmistakable against her thigh. She closed her mind to what was happening and let the magnificent thing lay against her leg. It felt wonderful, so hard, so long.
Randy rubbed her back for several minutes but he had to have more, have some action or he would explode, his cock would burst. He let one hand fall back between her open legs, less than an inch from her cunt, and fell forward. He started kissing her neck, her back, moaning. He started humping against her leg, his cock sliding back and forth, and he was touching her cunt. It was so wet, so hot. The tip of his finger made entry.
Mary Alice panicked. Her legs came together. "No, Randy, no, enough, that's enough," she cried. His finger felt so good in her cunt, his cock so hard, so terribly hard rubbing against her thigh, so near where it shouldn't be; Jesus God, so near to where she wanted it. .
She sat up quickly, knocking him off. Her blouse fell off one shoulder, exposing most of her tit. The nipple stood out defiantly, all angry and red and delicious. Her skirt was up to the top of her legs, a bit of hair showing.
"Oh, baby, go ... please go before we do something we shouldn't." she wailed.
She gave him a push and he went half way off the bed, a look of anguish, of bewilderment on his face. He got to his feet; his cock looked thick, ready and bulged against his tight jeans.
"Don't look like that, Randy, just go away. Don't blame yourself, blame me. It's all my fault; I wanted you to fondle me." There were big tears in her eyes.
Randy rushed from the room, confused, angry, his cock already starting to ache. He ran to his room, stripped off his clothes, and got into bed. He wanted to jack-off, but he hurt. His nuts felt like he had been kicked.
Mary Alice wanted to rush to him, but she didn't dare; she knew what would happen. She paled at the thought. "God, if I'd had a little more to drink, maybe just one more, I'd have let my son fuck me," she moaned. Deep down, she knew she had wanted him to fuck her; she had no idea what had given her the strength to resist at the last moment.
* * *
It was almost three o'clock when Peggy got home. like the first night she had gotten it on with Randy, she slumped against the front door, frustrated, a little bit angry, and listened to the noises of the dark house.
"Goddamn, what a fucking bust," she said.
She felt her bare pussy under her skirt. She had taken her panties off early so Ted could get at her easy. He hadn't laid her, and she had wanted to get laid so badly. She was still a little high from her last joint and drunk from all the booze. She felt hot, excited, in need.
The party had started good with a lot of booze and dancing, dancing with Ted's knee stuck tight between her legs, pressing hard against her cunt, and kissing, French kissing, and petting, lots of petting. She'd even let a couple of other fellows have a good feel or two. It was exciting to be with one guy and let another taste the goodies. She let Jerry get her in a corner and had necked like hell, and let him play with her cunt, even finger-fuck her a little. It was after she had taken off her undies, and she was higher than a kite. Jerry had said how much he wanted to fuck her, and she'd told him any old time, just take her out and she'd fuck. She'd made a date with him for tomorrow night, a real orgy, a hint at maybe another couple or two and a little swapping, an all-nighter if possible. With his finger all the way in her cunt she'd said, "Yes, yes, Christ yes!"
The rest of evening, though, had gone downhill. When they left the party, it was with a whole carload of kids, some of them on the uptight side, and it hadn't worked out. They'd necked like hell, and Ted felt her up good, and she even got her hand inside his pants and stroked his cock, but that was where it all ended. She felt brutalized.
Peggy leaned heavily against the door in the darkness lightly fingering her cunt. It felt good thinking about it while barely touching herself. It made her tingle. She felt the wetness and rubbed her finger and thumb together. They were slippery. She kicked off her shoes, one in each direction and went upstairs.
She started down the dark hall and stopped in front of Randy's door. Without hesitation she opened it quietly, went inside, and closed it behind her.
"Randy, are you asleep?" she whispered.
There was no answer, but she could hear him breathing. On the way to the bed, she removed her blouse; her skirt fell to the floor beside the bed and she slipped easily between the sheets.
"Randy, honey, I want you to fuck me. I want it all this time," she said.
She reached out for him and discovered he was as naked as she. "Oh, honey," she sighed, and slid close. He was on his side facing away from her so she curved her body to match his. His firm buttocks felt grand against her soft belly. She reached around him and dawdled on his chest and stomach before reaching down and grasping his cock. It was soft and pulpy. She slowly stroked it.
Randy's cock came up quickly inside her hand. She snuggled him and kissed the back of his neck. He moved his hips to the slow rhythm of her hand, moaning softly. A contented smile creased his sleeping face.
"Mmmmmmmmf," he snorted, and pressed back against her.
"Jesus, he's asleep and he's dreaming it's Mom playing with his cock. Jesus, he really is fucked up."
It excited her for Randy to think it was his mother, but she didn't want fantasy, not now; she'd had that all evening. She squeezed his pecker hard and put her mouth to his ear.
"Wake up, Randy. It's me, Peggy," she said.
Randy turned halfway toward her. "Huh? What? Where am I?"
"You're in bed, your bed. And you're naked and
I'm naked, too."
"Sis, God, sis," he blurted, awake now.
"Shhhh, not too loud. Don't want to wake mom."
"What are you doing here?"
"I just got home, and I wanted you." She pulled his mouth down to hers. "Oh, Goddamn," she mumbled.
Randy kissed her hard, and then was on top of her.
Her legs came wide open and her hand groped between his legs.
He felt the heat of her cunt close tightly around his prick.
"Aw, Peg, Peg, finally," he moaned.
"Yes, finally," she hissed. "Fuck me, Randy, please fuck me."
Randy's cock went easily into her. He was so hard and she was so ready. She moaned softly as he slid his length into the hot, yielding depth of her cunt. When he felt the wetness of hair against his, he let the rest of his weight down onto her soft belly, her heaving tits.
Peggy slowly raised her knees so she could have all of him. She wanted to feel his nuts nestled against her ass. She lifted; she hunched, and his cock had penetrated her cunt all the way.
Randy wanted to lie there doing nothing, just letting it soak in her hot, tight cunt. He knew if she twitched or contracted a muscle in her cunt it would be all over, he was that hot. He was buried in his sister's cunt at last, at long last. He wanted to leave it there all night.
Peggy thought she was in heaven. His cock was so big, bigger than any of her boyfriend's, and yes, she could feel the curve. It was the best prick she'd ever felt, ever had stuffed up tight inside her throbbing cunt.
Randy wanted to rest inside her, but he couldn't; he began sliding in and out again. Slowly at first, savoring each long stroke, the tingle growing each time he thrust back in. Suddenly, frantically, he started squirting his come inside her. There was no way he could stop or control it, so he shoved in as deep as he could get and let the stuff spill out.
"Aw, Randy, I wasn't ready," Peggy groaned. She had been close, but not quite there.
"I'm sorry, Peg, but it's just the first time. We'll get you there, too," he soothed.
When the last of his thick milk had oozed into her, he lay breathing hard, pressing against her soft, luscious body. He wanted to do it again, hard and fast and make her come, but he wasn't quite able. His cock was shrinking fast. He pulled out and rolled onto his back. He took her hand and put it on his half hard cock.
"It's not very hard anymore, Randy," she said.
"You'll have to get it hard again, Peg, but I'm afraid it'll probably take more than a hand job."
"You devil, you just want me to suck your cock."
"Yeh," he said. "Here, let me turn on the light so I can see you do it." He stretched back and snapped on the reading lamp beside his bed.
Peg, smiling wryly, rolled over against him, her soft tit pressing against his arm, and kissed him on the neck, then worked her wet tongue down his chest until she reached the darker pink of his nipple. She looked at the puckered little thing before she kissed it and again afterwards. It was beginning to unpucker. She dropped her mouth again and sucked until it stood hard and proud. She did the same to the other one.
Randy's hips raised in anticipation when she kissed and licked on down his chest, over his flat belly, and the fringe of hair.
"Yeh, sis, suck it," he commanded.
She lifted it with her fingers and looked at the thing that had stretched into her belly only moments before. It didn't look so formidable now., His prick lolled in her hand so she straightened it back up and kissed the knob. She licked it all over, then moved her tongue wetly down its cock length. Up and down she went, the taste of her cunt juices setting the buds of her tongue tingling. When she had it wetted down good, she opened her mouth wide and plunged down onto the head. He lifted up and she let it sink into her mouth until she almost gagged, then pulled back up, letting her teeth graze his flesh. He jerked when she got to the head, and jerked again when her teeth scraped over the ridge and on up his sensitive glans.
"Oh, fuck, sister Peggy, that is really stimulating," he sighed.
She could feel the life filling his cock back up. It hardened steadily until it was once again hard and throbbing. She held the bloated head in her mouth and sucked until he was squirming. She lifted up quickly and watched clear ooz bubble from his cock.
"Oh, no, brother dear, you aren't going to discharge that cock in my mouth. I'd love to eat a big glob of the hot cum but not right now."
She quickly straddled him and hovered on her knees over his cock.
"I can get you good and deep this way and control things a little myself."
She grasped his prick and wedged it into her slot. When the head was securely placed, she slowly let herself down until his entire shaft was buried.
"Oh, I'm in heaven!" she gasped. She made sure she had him all the way, fell forward over his chest, and started moving her hips. "Yes, yes, it feels so good the way it rubs against all the right places."
She lifted herself on her hands, her hips jerking faster and faster. Her breath was coming in short gasps. She was coming quick and hard. The first spasms were fantastic, short, sharp jolts of pleasure; the next were softer, but more satisfying. She kept after it until her belly was filled with the good feeling. She slumped against him then.
"Oh, God, Randy, that's what I've been waiting for all evening. Boy, I really needed it. Fucking is such fun; we should have started years ago."
"Yeh," Randy said. "I think the first time I beat off I "Was imagining it was in you instead of my hand." He was lying, but it made them both feel good. "Boy, you sure made it quick."
"Yeh, I think this must be a good position for making it quick, for the girl at least. You weren't even close, were you?"
"Naw. It was good, but it was different, like I was just watching. You can do it again that way if you want."
"No, I'd rather roll over on my back and let you fuck me. You can fuck as long as you want. I feel good all over, kind of hot and mushy inside and needing a hard cock stirring around in there. Why don't you flop me over and stir for a while."
She giggled, but was surprised at how strong he was, how easy he got her on her back without losing the connection. She lay flat and spread her legs out side, wanting to just lay there and let him fuck. She wondered how long she could fuck and still want more. Right now it seemed like forever. She thought about the possible group fuck promised for tomorrow and was terribly excited at the thought of more than one boy fucking her in quick succession. Randy's prick was nice, and it was different than the other ones that she had surrounded with her cunt, but it was still just a prick. She knew she would let him fuck her now anytime they got the chance, but she would let other boys do it, too. The more the merrier.
"Fuck me, Randy, pound your cock into my pussy. You can make me come again if you really try."
Randy pushed in hard, pulled almost all the way out, and pushed back in. It was great fucking your own sister, especially when she liked it so much. He wished he had a couple more sisters.
"Reach down with your hand and feel where you're going in. Yeh ... oooh, that feels nice. Now move up just a little, feel that little lump ... yeh, yeh. Oh shit, honey!" She started jerking, sliding her legs in closer, then spreading them out again. "Baby, babeeeee ... mama's gonna come, mama's gonna come hard! Keep rubbing my clit, keeping fucking ... Oooooooh, holy shit!"
Peggy's exuberance was contagious and Randy felt his cock fill with semen and explode a big wad into her cunt. He grunted and pumped hard, forcing shot after shot of hot glue out and in.
They lay stuck together for a long time. Randy finally rolled off and lay on his back. Peggy reached over and circled his prick with her hand.
"You're still a little hard," she said. "I'll bet you could do it again."
"Maybe, but I'd need plenty of help."
"I'll sure give you plenty of help. Turn out the light and let's just lay here and cuddle for a while."
Randy snapped off the light and snuggled against his sister.
"Put your hand between my legs, honey. Yeh, good, just hold me like that. You know, when I first came in and you were asleep and I started playing with your cock, you called me mom."
Randy reddened in the darkness. He was silent for several minutes and then blurted out the whole story, even how he'd tried to jack-off in his room and couldn't.
"You little nut," Peggy giggled. "First you seduce your sweet, innocent sister, and now ... my God, Randy, your own mother!"
"Aw, Peg, I was just giving her a massage, and she let me go farther and farther; she liked it, Peg. She really was hot, and she wanted it, too, sis, she really did."
"Randy, stop dreaming. There's no way Mom would let you fuck her, no way."
They lay holding each other for a long time until Randy finally fell asleep and Peggy soon followed. Randy had a dream where his mother let him fuck her and his cock hardened against Peggy's soft belly.
CHAPTER NINE
Randy awakened with a start, squinting into the sunlight streaming through the window. It took him a moment to orient himself, but when he saw his sister naked and asleep in his bed he realized she had spent the night. His next thought was of his mother. God, was she up yet? He listened, but heard no sound and then got up and went to the door. He peeked out into the hall. The door to her room was open.
He slipped on his pajama bottoms and went to her door. The bed was made up. He went downstairs and found the house empty; he also found a note on the kitchen table. It told him that she had a lot of shopping to do and would be back after lunch.
Actually, Mary Alice had gotten up early and left the house because she didn't want to face her son, not yet anyway. And she did go shopping.
Randy drew a breath of relief, convinced that she hadn't looked into either of their rooms, and went back upstairs. He quickly shucked off his pajamas and crawled back into bed. His cock was already hard. Peggy was lying on her back and she looked lovely. Her tits didn't look as big when she was on her back, but the nipples were big and looked very dark. She had a lot of cunt hair for a girl seventeen and it was black and curly and was a little matted from their frolicking.
Randy couldn't control himself, didn't even try, and pushed her legs apart. She stirred, but didn't awaken. He rolled over on top of her, his cock in his hand.
When Peggy awakened Randy was already in her saddle. Her knees had come up in her sleep to let him in and he buried to his nuts. She moaned and clutched at him.
"What a wonderful way to wake up," she sighed. "Wonderful, simply wonderful."
He was in all the way and stroking steadily. She lifted up to meet his thrusts, dropped back when he came out. Her cunt clasped tightly around his cock, sucking hungrily at the turgid thing giving so much pleasure.
"God, sis, I don't think I'll be able to hold out long, not like this. You're so tight, and it's so hot in there."
"Okay, honey, okay. Just keep going steady, don't stop or change what you're doing. I'll make it if you last just a bit more. It feels so nice ... yeh, I'm getting close, honey. Fuck just a little faster now ... yeah, yeh!"
Peggy was coming already. It seemed she could come so easily anymore. It was good to come quick, because then she had a chance of making it again. She hunched hard, little gurgling noises bubbling from her open mouth. It felt so good to come; she enjoyed it so much.
Randy was coming, too, and she could feel the wet stuff squirting. It was so much nicer to let a guy squirt inside her, so much more natural, even if she did get pregnant Randy would make her such a beautiful baby.
"You fuck good, little brother," she sighed when he lay still. She looked to the side and saw the door open. For some reason she didn't seem to care if they were caught. "What if Mom looks in?" she said.
"She's gone shopping; she left a note on the kitchen table. I'm sure she doesn't know you slept with me."
"That's good. She might not understand," Peggy giggled. She wasn't completely sure her mother wouldn't understand, though. She was thinking of her mother in a new light after what Randy had j told her. She wasn't just a mom anymore, she was a sexual creature with needs just like anyone else. She wondered if her mother had been with a man since Daddy left. It sounded like she needed to, letting her own son feel her up.
Peggy felt Randy's cock slip out of her cunt. It hung wetly between her legs. She gave it a squeeze. "I think I'll go and take a bath. I need it after the workout you gave me last night and this morning," she said....
Randy lay in bed listening to the water run in the bathroom. He felt good; he had finally fucked a girl, and he was going to fuck another one tonight. His cock twitched at the thought of dipping into Sue's hot little cunt. He didn't think she'd be as good as Peggy because she didn't have the experience his sister did, but it would be good, anyway.
He climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. Peggy lay immersed in hot, soapy water, her red nipples just breaking the surface.
"Boy, you look comfortable," he said, and stepped up to the toilet.
"I am comfortable. Why don't you get in with me?" she said.
Randy stood and peed, holding his prick in his fingers. "Ahhhh, that really does feel good," he said. He finished and shook it off. "Maybe I will climb in for a while. It sure looks inviting."
He stepped into the tub, the hot water sending little bumps running up his legs. Luckily, it was a large tub, so they could easily lay side by side. He had no more than settled into the water than her hand found his prick. She gently rolled it in hand, curious to see if he would get hard again. He did.
"Are you trying to wear that thing out?" he said.
"It doesn't wear out, Randy. It just gets bigger, harder and hungrier for pussy."
"It couldn't get any hungrier for your pussy, sis."
"Do you want to fuck me here in the bathtub, honey? I'll let you."
Randy didn't answer; he moved into a position where his cock was between her legs. It was awkward, and a little uncomfortable, but he got his prick inside of her. She moaned softly, pressing against him. She wondered if it was possible for her to ever get enough, she wanted it now as much as the first time last night.
"Let's just lay here like this, Randy. It feels so good to have your cock in there."
"I'll get soft if I don't move."
"Well, just move enough to keep it hard. I don't want it to end; I want you to fuck me the rest of the morning."
For a long time they lay like that, fucking just enough to keep Randy's cock good and hard. Peggy's passion grew a little each time until she wanted the ultimate thrill; she wanted to come again.
"Don't stop this time, Randy. Keep going until I make it. It won't take long; I'm getting awfully close."
Within a minute, Peggy could feel the exquisite feeling start deep in her belly. She kind of gurgled, spit drooling from the corner of her mouth, and let it spread through her body. It climbed up and up and up until with a jerk she came to a sharp peak of physical pleasure. It just seemed to get better and better, like her body learned something new each time she had an orgasm.
"Awwwww, honey, that feels so good!" she cried. "I'm coming so good!" He stopped.
"Aren't you going to come?" she asked.
"Yeh, in a minute."
He let it soak and then pulled out. He raised up out of the water and got to his knees, above her waist. He moved up close, pushing his cock against her mouth.
"Suck it, Peg. Finish me off in your mouth."
Peg opened her mouth and let him slide in. She sucked hard, stroking the long shaft steadily. There wasn't too much cock taste; fucking underwater cleaned things up too much. She preferred the almost rancid taste of an unused pecker. Cocksucking was best on a prick fresh from the fly. She increased the tempo of her hand and knew he wouldn't last much longer. The thick muscles in the back of his legs tightened and he pushed more eagerly into her mouth.
"I'm there, Peg, here it comes! Aw fuck, that feels good. Swallow it, sis, swallow it," Randy cried.
He leaned into her, his hands at the back of her head pressing her face against his belly.
"Don't stop yet, Peg; keep sucking. Suck it dry, suck until I go soft. Oh shit, it almost hurts it's so good."
Peggy had most of his cock in her mouth. She could feel the wet goo still leaking out. She wrapped her arms around his jerking ass, pushing his cock all the way in, down into her throat. She felt his cock softening, but it remained half hard, so she kept sucking.
Randy held her head tightly, flinching each time she sucked. He wanted her to stop, but he also wanted to see how long he could stand her sucking. Alternately, his cock would tingle pleasantly and then hurt with a sharp pain. It was excruciatingly good.
"Stop, sis, stop! I can't take any more," he cried.
He was soft now, but Peggy held him tight, sucking hard on the limp thing. She kind of liked the feeling of a mouthful of soft, pulpy cock; it was much easier to suck, too. She continued to suck until he was writhing in her grasp. She finally let it fall free. He fell backwards into the water, landing on her legs.
"Ouch! That hurt," she cried.
"Serves you right," he said. "You damn near sucked it off."
"Yeh," she said, grinning. "Bet you won't want anymore for a little while."
"Maybe never," Randy groaned, cupping his groin.
He got shakily to his feet. His cock hung red and shriveled between his legs.
"I really sucked the life out of the little monster. Just look at him," she said.
"I was getting numb from the hips down. It's still numb. I wonder if it would get hard and come again if you sucked long enough."
"We'll try and see next time," Peggy said.
"Yeh," Randy said, and climbed from the tub. "I gotta go and play some ball with some guys. Bet I won't be able to lift a bat."
He played ball all afternoon. It was almost supper time when he got home. Mary Alice was in the kitchen preparing supper. They both tried to act as if nothing had happened.
"Where ya been?" Mary Alice asked.
"Playing ball," Randy answered. "What's for supper?"
"Go wash up and you'll find out. I'm ready to put it on the table. Peggy has gone to spend the night at Donna's, so it will just be the two of us."
"I have a date with Sue tonight so I better hurry. I have to take a bath after we eat."
"Oh," Mary Alice said.
Randy thought she almost sounded disappointed. He hoped she was disappointed. She had her chance.
The evening didn't go the way Randy had planned. They went to a party and Sue paid more attention to another guy than he thought she should. By the time he got over that Sue had nipped a tad too much and was silly. They smoked some pot, but it just made her sillier. They were parked for an hour before getting down to serious business. She was very cooperative, though, and got hot quickly. He had his hand in her panties stroking her pussy and she had his cock out.
"It's so big, honey," she panted. "Do you ... do you think we should?"
"Hell yes, Sue. I want you so bad," he said.
It was a cool night so they didn't take off their clothing. Randy spread a blanket beside the car and pushed his pants down to his knees. Sue removed her panties, lifted her skirt, and lay down.
She was a virgin as it turned out, and much too tight. Randy got the head in and she started to cry. It hurt, it hurt like hell and she wanted to stop. Randy was determined and shoved in hard. Sue screamed, pounding at him with her fists. Randy pulled out and jumped to his feet, so angry he couldn't see. He pulled up his pants.
"Get up. We're going home," he snarled.
Sue got up, put her panties back on, and got back in the car. They drove to her house in silence. To make matters worse, Randy saw a prowl car and got so nervous he could hardly drive. He was only fifteen, not even old enough for a license. Mary Alice had let him take the car reluctantly, not sure what she would say if he got stopped. It would be so much easier if his father was her to tell him no when he asked. She couldn't seem to turn him down, especially now after she had acted so brazen.
"It will be better next time," Sue said. "I got too scared."
"Yeh," Randy said.
"There will be a next time?" she queried, glancing furtively at him.
Randy softened then, and realized it was mostly his own fault. She was a cherry; he had come on too strong. "Yeh, honey, there'll be a next time. It was my fault. I came on too rough. I'm sorry."
"Next time I'll let you fuck me even if it kills me," she said, jumped from the car and ran to the house.
When he got home, the house was dark. He went upstairs and saw a light under his mother's door. He went into the bathroom. He took out his cock to pee and saw some dark stuff on the head. Blood. Well, he had gotten the job done after all. Next time it would be a cinch. He took a piss and washed off his cock. Wow, his first cherry, even if he did stop. He sucked his cock away and went down the hall and tapped lightly on his mother's door. "Mom, are you still awake?" he called.
"Yes, honey, come on in," Mary Alice answered.
Mary Alice was lying on the bed, a book in front of her, a half full glass in her hand. She had been drinking slowly, but steadily, all evening, and she was a little tight.
"Have a good time?" she asked.
"Yeh, great," he said cheerily. "How's your back?"
"Well, it's better. Just a little pain, not too bad." She was lying and she knew it; her back felt fine.
"Did it help when I massaged you?"
"Well ... Yeh, I think it probably did."
"Do you want me to do it again?"
Mary Alice bit her hp. She knew what her answer should be, still, she said, "Okay, maybe a little in the small of my back."
Randy's eyes widened; he felt the excitement rolling in his belly. She was going to let him massage her again after what happened last time. He quickly sat on the bed beside her. She closed the book, drained her glass and put it on the floor beside the bed, and avoiding his eyes, rolled over onto her stomach.
She felt his hands on the back of her thighs.
"No, honey, the small of my back. On the outside of my pajamas," she said.
Randy felt disappointed, but did as she said. He pressed his palms into the small of her back. A rush of air escaped her lungs.
"That felt good. Do it some more," she said.
Randy worked the length of her spine with the heel of his hand, pressing outwards with his fingers. Mary Alice sighed with pleasure.
"Gee, Mom, your pajamas feel so silky," he said.
"They feel nice to me, too. They're nylon, feels nice on the skin."
He rubbed her whole back, then timidly down over her buttocks. She felt him move more onto the bed, felt his leg against hers.
"If you're going to get on the bed like that, take off your shoes. Don't want my bedspread all dirty." She buried her face in her arms and heard one shoe clunk to the floor, then the other.
His hands went back to her buttocks and down onto her thighs. He gripped them in his long fingers and squeezed. The warning signals flashed like beacon lights in her head. She squeezed her eyes shut. When his hands came back up they deftly slid under her pajama top. They felt cool and wonderful on her warm skin. He rubbed her back for several minutes before sliding his hands along her sides. He moved slowly upward, and when his hands finally were pressing the sides of her breasts, he straddled one of her legs. Almost instinctively she raised up so his hands could move underneath and cup her fullness. She stifled a gasp. His hands felt so good against her nipples, and his cock ... Jesus, it was so hard against her thigh. She could almost feel it throb. He got her nipples between his fingers and worked them gently. They hardened quickly. "Does that feel good, Mom?" he said softly.
"Oh, yes, honey. Keep rubbing them." She new there was no way she could stop him this time. It felt too good.
And then he was almost laying on her, his fingers rubbing her nipples harder, faster. His hips, too, were moving just a little, sliding his prick up and down against the back of her leg. His speed increased, the pressure increased until he was all but jacking-off against her thigh.
"Honey, honey ... you mustn't do that," she gasped.
"Oh, mother, you feel so good. You're ... you're tits feel so soft and wonderful."
"My baby, my boy, feel them, enjoy them," she moaned. She kept her face buried in her arms, kept her eyes clamped tightly closed. Her nipples were as hard as marbles, and sent tingles of pleasure down through her body each time he squeezed.
He sat upright then, letting his fingers pull away from her excited tits and drift down her sides. His hands left her for a minute while he seemed to adjust his position. She didn't realize that he had opened his pants completely and let his cock out.
His hands went back to her hips and slid down inside her bottoms. He rubbed her hips and slid up over her ass, his fingers trailing down the deep cleft. He moaned, tossing her head in a definite no, yet lifted slightly when he started to slide down her pajamas. He pulled them down to the middle of her thighs and put his hands down on the soft flesh.
"Open your legs, mom," he said, lifting his weight up.
She let her legs come open and his hands slipped in between. He felt of the insides of her thighs, his fingers scant inches from her bubbling pussy. He let one hand move up and slid the tips of his fingers through the crack of her ass and then back down. He was actually touching her cunt, very lightly, but touching it nevertheless. She grunted, her insides on fire, her cunt wet and wanting, wanting what she knew it should never have.
With a loud groan, Randy pressed his hand into her furry nest and fell forward on top of her. Mary Alice felt his hand against her cunt, a finger almost in the hole, and ... and she felt something else. She felt his cock on her thigh. It wasn't inside his pants; it was pressed naked and hot against her leg. And it was wet; she could feel the wet knob.
"No, Randy, Oh no. We can't go any further. We've got to stop!" she cried, raising up.
"Mom, Mom!" Randy cried, rubbing his cock rapidly against her leg. "I'm ... I'm so tense, so worked up. I've got to do something or I'll hurt. Oh God, I'll hurt so bad."
Mary Alice raised up quickly, rolling Randy off. She turned over and sat up, looked at his throbbing cock for an instant, and quickly reached down and grasped it tightly.
"Randy, baby, I don't want you to hurt," she cried, her hand already sliding expertly up and down it's rock hard length. It felt so good in her hand, like it belonged there, like it should have been there a long time ago. She didn't feel ashamed now; she felt excited, filled with lust. Her hand moved steadily up and down.
Randy's mouth hung open. He looked at her hand moving so wonderfully on his cock and then to her heavily furred crotch. Her pajamas were around her knees, exposing her glorious pussy. The hair was blonde and fluffy, soft looking and very thick, the bottom of her belly completely covered with the stuff. He could see the beginning of her slit, a dark, deep gash.
"Mom, I love you. I see your pussy. It's beautiful, it's beautiful!" he cried.
Mary Alice was sure she must be blushing as her legs came open for him to see. She spread them wide, pulling the beautiful split apart, spreading the hair to the sides to reveal the delightful little pink lips nestled between the fat, sensuous, pouting ones. They glistened with the wet lust of a woman in need of a fuck.
"Oh, mother, you're beautiful," Randy cried.
"So are you, my darling," Mary Alice gurgled.
Still holding his prick, she fell backwards and pulled him on top of her. She looked into his dark eyes, felt a sharp tingle in her cunt, and with her free hand pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him. Not a motherly kiss, but a haunting, hurting, seeking kiss of hot desire. Her tongue went into his mouth and her cunt flowed while she hungrily fucked his young lips with her tongue. She still held his cock and pressed it between her legs, guiding it towards her opened split.
"Can you push down my pajamas with your foot?" she said.
Randy struggled to get his foot up. His toes caught in the elastic band and he pushed down. The slick nylon went off her knees and down her calves. She struggled and was free. Her legs came wide open, her cunt was spread.
"Yes, my darling, yes," Mary Alice cooed. "Mother won't let you hurt." Her hand guided him to her entrance, and with unerring accuracy fit the fat knob into the flower of her cunt. The knob went in, then an inch of the shaft, then two inches. "Fuck me, Randy," she sighed. "Fuck me hard. I want your cock so bad. I want it so bad. Fuck me, fuck me. Get it all the way in.
Randy pushed in, his cock sliding easily all the way to his tight balls. He had his arms tightly around his mother and started riding hard. He was fucking his luscious mother.
"Ahhhhhhh, so good!" she moaned, lifting her knees to hold him deep, squeezing just a little to slow him down. "Slow down a little, but don't stop. Just keep fucking, keep fucking your mother until you come."
"I want you to come, too," he said.
"Awww, honey, you're sweet, but I'm so close and feel so good it doesn't matter. Oh, God, it feels so good!"
She hunched against him, urging him to speed up again. She wanted him to come, wanted to feel the wet spill out, wanted him to jerk and moan, knowing it was her cunt sucking the stuff of life out of his cock.
She sensed he was there and pulled his face down and covered his lips with her open mouth. Her legs came up and wrapped tightly around his back. She squeezed him with her legs and she squeezed him with her cunt.
"I'm coming, Mom ... oh, Jesus, I'm coming!" Randy cried.
"Come hard, baby, make it a good one."
She rocked under him, her cunt squeezing, sucking, pulling the raw egg from the end of his cock. She wasn't coming, herself, but it didn't matter, there was plenty of time for that. They had the rest of the night.
When he finally relaxed, she kept her legs around him and held him there. His cock held her cunt open and she could feel the gooey stuff leaking out. It came from the bottom edge of her hole and followed the cleft of her ass until it finally dripped off onto the sheet. She held him until he was completely soft, and then let him lie snuggled beside her.
She cuddled him and kissed him, her tongue in his mouth and in his ears. "I almost let you do this last night," she said.
"I wish you had," he said.
"No, it was better tonight because I didn't. I chickened out." She giggled. "I didn't chicken out tonight, did I?"
"You sure didn't," Randy said.
"You don't hate me?"
"Mom, I love you, even more."
"If your father was home, he'd be where you are now."
"I'm glad he's not."
"Hush. Don't ever say that."
"Okay, Mom." He wouldn't say it, but he knew he would think it. The deserting bastard. He didn't care if he ever came back now, not as long as it meant he could fuck her.
They lay for a long time without talking, just cuddling and kissing, feeling each other's bodies. He fingered her cunt; she caressed his cock. She wasn't holding it when it started to regain its strength. She felt it pressing against her thigh.
"I'm getting hard again, Mom," he said.
"Yes, I can feel it. Do you think you're ready again?"
Before he could answer, she rolling on top of him. She straddled him, spreading her legs wide, pushing her open cunt against his belly. "I'm all wet down there," she said. She moved her cunt around on his belly. "See how wet I am? It means I want you." She slid down, found his cock with her hand, and wetted the knob in the copious juice. "It'll go in so easy, so deep." She was breathing hard now.
She spread the lips with the tip of his glans and let it settle comfortably in. When the head was entirely imbedded, she sat upright and pushed herself down onto his cock. She made little squealing noises while her cunt closed slowly around him. She fell forward when she had it all, spreading her big tits over his chest. They had undressed each other after the first fuck, and she was glad; it felt so much better to be naked. Her hips started moving, gently rising and falling, sliding his cock in and out.
"Just lie still; I'm going to fuck you this time. And I'm going to come this time, too. I can already tell how good it's going to feel."
She let her body completely cover him, reached back with both hands and gripped his ass, and fucked slowly, deliciously. The feeling grew better and better. In this position, his beautifully curved cock sawed hard against her clit each time she humped. Her action grew more agitated as her pleasure mounted. She went faster and faster, holding herself up with her knees so only the fat knob was riding hard at the entrance to her cunt. Each time the thick crown of his cock spread the tender inner lips she grunted.
"It's good, good! Don't move, just lie still; let me bring myself off. I'm close, so close ... Oh, Jesus, here it comes, honey. I'm coming, I'm coming!"
She tightened her legs, jerking rapidly, holding only the head in her cunt lips. She went faster and faster, each spasm stronger than the one before. She couldn't ever remember it feeling so good, so intense, and she had had some pretty hot screws in the past week or so. She'd had bigger cocks, the last two in particular, but none so satisfying. She knew her mouth was open and she was making the most ghastly noises, but she couldn't help it; she was coming and it felt wonderful.
"Ummm, babeee, honey ... it feels so nice. Your cock is bringing me off so hard. Awww, honey, don't come; I want it to last; I wanta come some more!"
She had brought her hands up and was resting her weight on her palms, her ass twisting and jerking around his cock. She stopped suddenly, and slowly sank down, pushing his prick back up inside her belly. She lay heavily on top of him, gasping for breath.
"Oh, God, Randy, it was good!" she hissed. "You didn't come, did you."
"Not yet," Randy said.
"Don't rush. I can take it all night. I don't think I'll ever get enough."
They rolled onto their sides without breaking apart and Randy started kissing his mother's mouth while he slowly drew his prick in and out of her clasping cunt. She was as tight as Peggy; well, maybe not as tight, not quite, but she much tighter than he thought she would be after having two kids. He figured she must have squeezed the piss out of dad's cock when they were first married. It didn't seem to bother him at all that he was poaching in his father's territory. He realized he had harbored strong sexual feeling for his mother for a long time.
"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, mother," he said.
"Hush, honey, don't say it. It, it ... well, don't talk about it, not right now, anyway."
She wasn't sure she could justify what she was doing. Fucking with her own son was at best pretty far out, at worst, well ... but he felt so good in there. Maybe it was something she had wanted for a long time, too. She wasn't going to think about it right now. it was beginning to feel good again, and somehow crowded out any other consideration.
"Good, Randy, good. Keep fucking; I think I'm going to make it again. Maybe we can come together this time. They say third time's a charm." It wasn't the third time, really, just the second, but she wasn't going quibble at a time like this. "Yeh, honey, yeh. Your mother is going to come again. It's feeling good. Can you make it? I'm getting close."
Randy rolled her on over and plunged in all the way. He fucked fast, the head of his cock swelling to the bursting point. Yeh, he could make it; he was close, too. He felt her cunt quiver, tighten around his cock and knew she was coming. Her legs came up, driving him into the hilt and his cock started spewing wet, milky come. It spit out one thick wad, and then another, and another. He grunted with pleasure while his nuts spilled their contents into his mother's clasping pussy.
She held his prick tightly with her cunt, jerking her hips in short, spastic fits. It was the same thing all over again; a hard, mind-bending orgasm, her cunt groveling on his prick. The spend was the thing, nothing else mattered at this moment. She wanted to come again and again, over and over, until her cunt ached, until it was in agony from gorging on prick.
When she fell limp this time, she knew she had been fucked completely. Her cunt did hurt, but even the sharp little pains were rewarding. She wished he hadn't come, wished he could continue fucking, make her hurt more.
They both lay exhausted. Randy's cock slipped out, its residue leaking slowly afterwards. She didn't even mind that his sticky come was spotting her bedspread.
"I'm sleepy now," Mary Alice said, "Let's get under the covers. We can talk about it in the morning."
CHAPTER TEN
Randy awakened slowly, knowing he wasn't in his bed; he was in his mother's bed. He shivered in his drowsiness and reached for her warmth. She wasn't there; the space beside him was empty and cool. He sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He heard her then in the kitchen below, and lay back, hoping with all his heart that she would return to the bed with him in the same mood she had been in the night before. He waited for almost an hour before he heard her footsteps in the hall. He saw her standing in the doorway wearing her long, red satin robe. She held a cup of steaming coffee in her hand and she was smiling. "Good morning, my darling," she said.
Mary Alice had sat and sipped coffee for a long time thinking about what she had done. It was wrong, and she cursed herself for her weakness, for her depravity, but it had happened and it would happen again; she knew it would happen again. Fucking her son had been the most pleasurable thing she had ever experienced, more than with Nick or Lon or Abe, and she wanted it to happen again.
She considered lacing her coffee with whiskey; it would ease her guilt, destroy her inhibitions, but rejected the idea. She wanted all her faculties clear and sharp when she went to him. She was going to him, now and as often as he wanted. She poured him a cup of coffee, hesitated, then weakened and took down the whiskey bottle and took one long pull, just enough to clear her nasal passages. It settled in her excited belly and warmed quickly, stimulated by the heat rising from her cunt.
Randy watched his mother cross the room to the bed. Her hips swayed luxuriantly and her tits bounced liltingly. Her bodice was open, revealing most of her huge breasts, one nipple completely exposed. She sat on the bed and handed him the steaming cup.
"Drink your coffee, Randy. I want you wide awake," she said.
Randy quickly drank the coffee and put the cup down. Mary Alice leaned forward, her half open mouth brushing his lips softly, then clamping tight to his mouth. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted the whiskey. She moved up on the bed and lay beside him outside the covers. She took his hands and pulled them into her open gown.
"Love me, play with me. I want you to get me hot, really hot," she whispered.
He fondled her tits, gently rubbing the responsive nipples, and after much kissing and Frenching, buried his face in her mountainous mammaries. His mouth brought responses that his fingers could never manage. The sharp excitement traveled down her body, making her cunt tingle with lust. It grew hot and wet. She could feel the juices wetting her hair and the crotch of her panties. She decided she was hot enough and rolled away. I
"Enough play," she said and got to her feet.
She whipped back the cover, baring his naked body, and pushed her robe from her shoulders, letting it drift slowly to the floow. She wore a pair of sheer white panties. They were skin tight and her golden muff puffed them out in front.
She got back on the bed and straddled his torso, inching upwards on her knees until she was directly above his face. She pulled the already stained crotch into her crack. Her fat cunt lips engulfed the band, thick, yellow hair escaping along both edges. Randy stared up at the beautiful sight.
"Do you like me in panties?" she asked.
"Yes! God yes!" Randy answered.
"I knew you liked my panties, but I'm still in them this time. I'm afraid they're badly stained. I didn't wash my cunt when I got up this morning, and I've peed twice, and now I'm leaking badly. I'm so hot, Randy, and I have to pee again." She pulled the crotch band from her slit and let it spread back over the lips. "I'm being awfully gross, aren't I?"
Randy could see her panties were wet, the whole area was badly discolored.
Mary Alice reached down and put her hands behind his head and slowly lifted. His face came closer, closer.
"Put your beautiful face between mother's legs," she hissed. "Ahhhh, yes, yessssss ... kiss me there, darling!" She pulled his face in tight.
Randy spread his lips against her pantied pussy. The taste was sharp, the smell strong. The taste and smell was much like Peggy's, but much stronger. He sucked in the crotch band, nibbling at her lips. He could feel her clit, it protruded from the lips hard and resilient.
Mary Alice writhed, moaned aloud, and lost control for a second and let a little piss escape. Randy kept sucking. She almost swooned at the thought and dribbled out a bit more. She had no idea what possessed her, but she did it more, only a tiny bit at a time, the feeling utterly lewd. She held his head tightly and let out a big spurt; nothing spilled to the bed. She let his head fall free.
"Honey, honey, pull them down," she crooned.
Randy reached up and pulled her panties down her thighs. She lifted a leg over him and sat down and pulled them off, then lay down beside him, her cunt by his head, her head at his groin.
"Roll onto your side and face me," she said.
He rolled onto his side and when her leg went up, buried his face in the wetly matted hair. He stiffened and groaned into her cunt when he felt her mouth on his prick. His mother was going to suck his cock. He had always thought women her age didn't do things like that, but it took less than a minute for him to realize she not only did it, she did it extremely well. He knew if she continued nursing on him like she was now, he would come very quickly. He wanted to come, to spill in her mouth, but not quickly, so he went back to her cunt, sucking hard, pushing his tongue up inside. He thought it would take his mind off the wonderful thing his mother was doing to him, but they were both writhing in seconds.
Mary Alice wanted to scream it felt so good. She was ready to come; his tongue was deep in her cunt, his lips pressed over her clit, and he was moving his hips, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. She felt the first hot spurt enter her mouth and started coming. It was fantastic to drink his male milk while she was coming off herself. The gooey stuff puddled against her cheek and she swallowed. It was bland, but hot, and more was on its way.
Randy knew she was coming too from the way she was wiggling. He had his head completely between her legs and she was pressing it between them, getting her cunt as tight as she could against mouth, holding him, pushing against him. Peggy had always come hard, but not this hard.
They continued sucking until both were exhausted, then fell apart and lay panting, savoring the exquisite feelings each had given the other. Mary Alice finally raised up and lay back down with her face opposite his.
"Well, we've just about gone the whole gambit," she said.
"Let's start over and do it again," Randy said. "Okay," she said, and pressed her lips to his.
* * *
Peggy didn't spend the night at Donna's and she didn't keep her date. She was walking to Donna's, where she was to meet Jerry and maybe another couple or two, when a car pulled up to the curb.
Ray Vail, a man who lived three houses from her own home, stuck his head out the window. "Hi, neighbor, can I give you a lift somewhere?" he said.
Mr. Vail had always been a nice man, friendly and considerate, and had a sweet little wife. He was about forty and balding just a little, but not bad looking. The night air was getting kind of chilly, and it was quite a ways over to Donna's. "Sure," she said, and ran around the car and jumped in.
"Where to?" Ray said, easing away from the curb.
"Well, I'm going over to Donna Bradley's. Do you know where that is."
"Nope."
"I'll give you directions. She's having a party. Her parents are gone for the night."
Ray gave her a knowing look. "Will there be boys?"
"Of course, what kind of a party would it be without boys?" She gave him the knowing look back and grinned wickedly. "It just might last all night."
"How old are you, Peggy?" he asked.
"I'm seventeen, but I look older. I don't have any trouble passing in a bar."
"No, I suppose not." He glanced at her again. God, she was a beautiful girl, and so well-developed for her age. She didn't exactly dress to hide her attributes, either. He knew both Nick and Mary Alice well and had thought he would like to know Mary Alice better now that Nick had taken off. "Well, since you're going to a wild party and you can pass in a bar, would you like to stop and have a drink with me?"
"Yah. I think that's a swell idea," Peggy said.
Ray drove to a bar and they went in and slid into a little booth. It was semi-dark and cozy. "What are you drinking?" he asked when the waitress came over.
"I think I'll have a screwdriver. Wouldn't want my boyfriend to know I've been boozing it up with another guy."
"Make it two," Ray said to the waitress.
The drink turned into three more just like it and Peggy was feeling pretty good. They were sitting close and Ray finally let his arm slide softly around her shoulder. She looked at him wryly.
"Where's Ethel tonight?"
"She's at home. I have a sales meeting to attend."
"Yeh, I bet. Saturday night and Daddy's out without Mommy drinking with a girl young enough to be his daughter. I'll bet it's one of those wild sales meetings."
"It's an informal meeting, if that's what you mean. If you don't have to be at your party too early, would you like to go with me and see for yourself?"
"Yeh, I think I'd like that." She pressed against him and looked him in the face. "I don't have to go to the party at all if I don't want to."
She let him kiss her. It was a long kiss, wetter and with more tongue action than she had expected from a man his age.
"You kiss good," she said.
The meeting was less than informal; it was in a hotel suite with lots of booze and lots of girls, the girls all young. A fat, bald-headed man came over to them as soon as they entered.
"Hey, Ray, brought your own gal, huh? I didn't realize you were such a swinger," the fat man said. He looked Peggy up and down. "Jesus, Ray, she's a real little doll. We have about a dozen rooms rented in case you get the urge to be alone." He winked. "I'd have the urge right now if I was in your shoes."
Ray started to protest, but Peggy put her hand over his mouth. "Shhh, honey, it's okay, I'm a big girl." She turned to the fat man. "I have the urge right now. What's the room number?"
The fat man's eyes twinkled. "Fourteen is vacant. It's just a few doors down the hall. Lock the door behind you if you don't want to be interrupted."
"We don't want to be interrupted," Peggy said, and pulled Ray towards the door.
Ray followed her down the hall, a look of astonishment on his face. They entered the room and Peggy pushed him against the door, her hand at his fly.
"Peggy, I didn't suppose for a minute..."
"Shut up and kiss me, Ray." She already had her hand inside his fly. He wasn't hard when she first grasped him, but was well on the way by the time she got his cock out.
Ray was bewildered. He'd kissed her a few times in the car on the way over, but he'd never expected . . never thought it even possible. She had always seemed like such a nice girl.
Peggy slid her hand back and forth on his cock. "You have a nice one," she said. "Don't you want to see what I have?"
Before Ray could answer she had let go of his prick and was taking off her clothes. She stripped naked, stood for a moment to give him a good look, and ran for the bed. She stretched out on her back and spread her legs open, her arms reached out, gesturing him over. His cock looked so nice sticking out of the front of his pants, she wanted it so much.
"Get your clothes off, Ray. I want to feel you on top of me, and in me; I want every hard inch inside my cunt."
Ray was finally convinced that it was real, too good to be true, but none the less true. He undressed quickly and got on top of her.
"Let's do it, let's do it ... fuck me," she cried, grabbing his prick and bringing it to her cunt.
She was tight, yet he went in with little difficulty. She spread herself open and hunched against him until she had taken his entire cock. She sighed then, closed her long legs over his back, and drew him tight in her arms. "Fuck me good, Mr. Vail," she gasped. "It feels so nice in there."
Ray was panting already. Her cunt was so hot, so tight; she wiggled so much, made so many funny little noises. When he fucked Ethel, she didn't move at all, just lay silently enduring him. She never had really enjoyed it. The only good fucks he ever had was at conventions with party girls. Peggy was better than any of the party girls, though. Hotter, tighter, and more enthusiastic.
"Goddamn, Peggy, I won't last long like this," he groaned.
"Nawwww, Ray, don't come yet," Peggy whined. "Slow down, but don't stop; I'm just getting started good."
Peggy lay perfectly still while he probed her slowly. He stroked two or three times, then stopped for a couple of seconds, then stroked again and stopped again. He was so close, so fucking close. It was maddening. Peggy knew he wasn't going to get her off.
"Go ahead, honey, let yourself go," she said. "Fuck hard, have a good come."
"I'm sorry, Peggy, I'm so damn close."
"It's okay, honey."
"No, I'll rest a minute." He stopped and thought about Ethel, compared her with Peggy, tried to imagine the look on her face if she was to walk into the room at this moment. He cooled down considerably. "There, I think I can last a bit longer," he said. "God, Peggy, you feel so good. I don't think I'll ever be able to look your mamma in the eye again."
"You should, Ray," she said. She started hunching again; it was feeling good. "Daddy's been gone quite a while. I think she's putting out for other men. If you really try I think you'll find she's available."
Ray felt his nuts let go. "Awww shit, Peggy!" he cried. He had fantasized about Mary Alice Michaels since the day she had moved into the neighborhood; the thought of fucking her was just too much.
His stuff spilled into her cunt in wet globs.
"I hope I don't knock you up," he grunted.
"Don't worry about it; just keep fucking. I'm close." But she wasn't close enough; he stopped a few strokes short of bringing her off.
Ray climbed off and sat on the edge of the bed. "We better get dressed and go. I told Ethel I'd be home before midnight."
"Let's go back in and have a drink first," Peggy said.
"We don't want to go back in there."
"Why not?"
"Everybody will know what we've been doing."
"Jesus, Ray, you really are a prude. Who gives a fuck if they know what we've been doing? I need another drink." What she really needed was more of what she had just had.
"I have to go now Peggy," Ray sighed.
"See you later, I'm staying!"
The fat man came up beside her and slipped his arm around her waist. He had a huge diamond ring on his pinkie. The chubby hand nudged upwards until he was cupping one of her tits.
"What's that your saying?" he said.
"Oh, nothing," Peggy answered.
"He didn't satisfy you; I can tell," the fat man said.
"Maybe you can't either."
"If I can't, I can always find a friend who'll help me out."
"A threesome costs an extra hundred bucks," Peggy said.
The fat man grinned, his chubby finger gently pinching her nipple. "You know, I like you."
They walked down to the elevator; he had his own room on the next floor. He kissed her on the elevator, a wet slobbering kiss, yet she was strangely excited. He was sixty if he was a day, not attractive, and terribly fat. Her loins tingled; she was unusually anxious for him to fuck her.
Once in the room, he kneeled on the floor in front of her. "Are you wearing panties?" he asked.
"No," she answered.
"Good. Lift your skirt up and spread your feet apart. I want to eat you."
She did as he said and his face came up between her thighs. His tongue penetrated her immediately. She grabbed his bald head and pulled him tight.
His tongue was fat like the rest of him, and he knew how to use it. She held his head in her hands, moaning softly, and rode his tongue like it was a fat, short cock. She was already sticky, and added fresh juice to the pot. Her knees felt rubbery.
"Oh, shit, that feels so good!" she cried. "I'm going to come, I'm ... I'm coming!"
She jerked her hips, fucking his face in a frenzy to get all the good feeling she could. It was the come she'd almost gotten from Ray, only better. She finally bent her knees and rested on his upturned face, her orgasm draining slowly from her body.
He went over to a chair and sat down. "Take off my shoes. It's a job I can hardly manage anymore." She knelt and pulled off his shoes. He struggled to his feet and removed his coat, shirt, and pants, and stood in his shorts, an ugly, ungainly fat man. "Pull down my shorts, dear," he said.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped.
"Don't be frightened, my dear, I'm sure you can manage it. Now get out of your clothing and get on your hands and knees," he said.
"On my hands and knees; take it like a dog?" she gasped.
"It's the only way I can get it all in, my big belly, you know, and I'm sure you want it all."
Peggy looked at his hanging pecker. It now exceeded ten inches; yes, she wanted it all. She stripped and got on her hands and knees.
She felt his immense belly against her ass first, then his hands groping between her legs feeling for her pussy. He found it wet and open and spread it more with his fingers. She held her breath when he pressed his cock to her cunt. The knob went in, making her eyes water; it hurt like hell. He started pushing in, inch by inch. It hurt and then it felt wonderful, then it hurt again, but she took it all; he was buried all the way.
"I knew you could take it all. Some girls can't, but you're built to fuck; I knew it the moment I saw you." He pushed against her ass and pulled his cock free.
"Oh," Peggy gasped, the loss breathtaking.
"Now I'll sit in the chair and you can straddle my lap, taking as much or as little of my cock as you want. I really don't like fucking from the rear; I just wanted to feel it in all the way."
"If that's what you want, that's what you'll get," Peggy said, getting to her feet.
The fat man sat down in the chair and Peggy quickly straddled his legs, taking his cock in her hand. It was rubbery hard, not rock hard, but it was so big, so very big.
It went in easier this time with much less pain.
Peggy went a little faster, her nearing orgasm exhilarating. She knew she wasn't going to want for money, not for a long time. She had a fortune between her legs, and she would love using it.
