Chapter 8
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.
"Mom, Mom, that feels so good," he mumbled.
"Mom?" Peggy cried. "Randy, it's me, Peggy. I'm your sister, remember?"
"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.