Chapter 10

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.