Chapter 4
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.