Chapter 9
Ivy sat in the big, overstuffed chair and stared at her young daughter.
"Who did this to you? Who took your cherry and started you on this sex binge?" Ivy asked her child.
"You can ask all you want, I'm not gonna tell you," Mary said hanging her head.
"A boy at school?" Ivy asked persistently.
Mary shook her head. "What difference does it make?"
"I just would like to know who the bastard is," Ivy said softly.
"So you could string him up?"
"I didn't say that."
"You would,, though. I know you too well. Anybody who does anything to your darling daughter that you don't think is right, you'd hang this guy by the balls."
"He's older? How much older? At least over eighteen ... must be or you wouldn't be so concerned about his welfare." Ivy wished she could talk to Bill about this. He would know what to do. She knew she could never discuss anything so intimate with her lover. It would disgrace her darling daughter. The only two people she loved in the whole world were her daughter and her neighbor, Bill.
"He's older. But, I'm not gonna squeal on him. He's too nice a guy." Mary thought about her neighbor Bill. No, she couldn't tell her straight mother that her best friend's husband had started her off on a road to sexual happiness. Her frumpy mother could not understand that. It would be too much for her.
"Why don't you let the child alone?" Uncle Don asked.
"You shut up! You're one hellofa son of a bitch to let her see you naked ... and suck your cock! You're one first-class bastard. You and your holier-than-thou attitude! First chance you get you seduce a child ... a mere child and ... my daughter! If it wasn't for the fact you are my brother, I'd have the law on your ass! So SHUT UP!"
Mary got up and started down the hall.
"I'm not done with you, young lady!" Ivy screamed at her daughter.
Mary came back and sat down. She sighed.
"Mary, can't you see that I love you? If I didn't I wouldn't be so concerned with your welfare," Ivy said, pleading with her daughter.
"Mom, it's been so long since you had a man, you're forgetting just how neat it is to fuck. I wish you were a little more ... understanding about the whole thing. You've gotten old before your time. You probably don't even remember what it's like to have a man hold you in his strong arms and love you."
"THAT'S NOT LOVE! THAT'S SEX. THAT'S FILTHY, LOUSY, ROTTEN FUCKIN'. YOU don't KNOW WHAT LOVE IS! WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEBODY, SCREWIN'S A WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE! YOU'VE BEEN MESSIN' AROUND JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT! EXPERIMENTING! I'M ASHAMED OF YOU!"
Mary shook her head in dismay. So her mother figured she was no good. Why was she being so strict about a fact of life? Sex was good. That's what was wrong with her uptight mother ... lack of it. She probably didn't even remember how good it was. After all, if her mom and dad had not fucked, she would not even be here. Was it so terrible for her mother? What her mother needed was for Bill to get hold of her. But, Mary did not care to share him with even her mother. She had to share him with his wife and that was enough! She felt so sorry for her mother! she was missing half her life by just going to work and coming home with her only diversion ... a drink with the girls.
Mary shook her head. She failed to see where fucking was so terrible. She had become an addict ... a sex freak. It was all good now. She had had to develop a taste for balling, and she had. What difference did it make with whom she had sex? Her uncle had turned her on ... so what was the big hassle?
She looked at her dear uncle. He wasn't much to look at. He looked stiff and straight ... short hair, glasses, too thin, lousy black clothes ... but his cock had tasted super. So what if she had enjoyed herself with him? Who did her mother think she was to deprive her daughter of a little fun? The whole world was screwed ... polution, fear of a third world war, gas shortage, all the problems that Mary heard about ... Watergate ... so what if she had fun balling? Her mother was nuts if she figured she could shame Mary out of a little fun and relaxation.
Mary would sit and listen to her mother bitch and get it off her chest. Then, if she had the chance, Mary would fuck her uncle or Bill ... whichever was available first. Her mother was fighting a losing battle. The youngster would tolerate her. Mary did wish her mother would go get fucked and leave her alone.
Ivy rambled on and on about the sins of screwing. Especially at fifteen!
Mary could not see why it was wrong. If she had the body of a woman, why should she be restrained to the ideas of a child? Did not make sense.
"And furthermore, we're gonna plan this wedding right now!" Ivy screamed.
Mary had missed something. Since when were they talking about a wedding. She had better listen a little better if her mother insisted on planning out her life.
"I'll call the minister today. We'll have the wedding before the month is over," Ivy said.
"Mine?" Mary asked.
"Haven't you heard a word I said?"
Mary flushed. "Not really."
"Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary! You've got to get married. It's the only sensible thing to do...."
"To Wilber?"
"Who else? That's your fiance isn't it?"
"We're not gonna get married 'til I'm out of school," Mary said.
"Oh, yes, you are! I'm not gonna worry about you for another two years. If you've got this thing for sex, you're gonna get married and then you can fuck all you want."
"I can fuck all I want now!"
"I'm not having a daughter of mine making everybody in sight. YOU SHALL GET MARRIED!"
"Shit!" Mary said.
"And that's another thing ... your horrible foul language!"
"You don't like that either? God you're a failure as a mother to turn out such a rotten kid," Mary said sarcastically.
"Don't you talk back to me, young lady!"
"When I get married and am supposed to be on my own ... then can I do as I please and screw and cuss?"
Ivy glared at her daughter.
"Bring on the wedding!" Mary said, and walked out of the room.
Ivy wrung her hands in despair. She looked at her brother helplessly.
"Why?" she asked.
Uncle Donald said nothing. He had to go talk to his minister as fast as he could to see if God would forgive him ... for a wonderful, warm, delicious, tasty, fantastic experience. His niece had been so neat with her young, hot mouth on his old, wrinkled cock. Her breath had been so burning and good. Her spit was great at bathing his suppressed whang. Her young breasts had looked so deliriously tempting. Now, he had to go ask forgiveness. Screwed world!
"Are you coming to the wedding?" she asked.
He nodded and picked up his black hat. He walked to the door.
"I'm sorry," he said, and walked out.
Tears filled Ivy's eyes. If she could only talk to Bill everything would be alright. He always made everything better. He would kiss her and hugg her and hold her hotly to his body.
Ivy felt badly that her daughter didn't think she was alive enough to have sex. She had been so secretive about her lover ... what else could the child think? But, what else could Ivy do? She couldn't broadcast the fact she was having a torrid love affair with her best friend's husband. Then what would little Mary think? Ivy knew she was far from being dead ... she was very much alive when she was with Bill ... her darling, wonderful Bill. She cried in exasperation. She wanted Bill for her own. If she had him, she could at least talk to him about this situation. He would know what to do. Her crotch cried for Bill as did her eyes. He was a wonderful person. Ivy needed him!
Mary wondered what Wilber would think of jumping the wedding date? He would marry her, of course. Because he loved her. She would really have to act on their wedding night. Not all brides bled when their cherry was popped.
She tried to remember how she had acted when Bill had taken her cherry. She remembered the whole screw very well. She thought she might just be able to act the same way with Wilber ... unless she got carried away and grabbed his cock to suck. That would be a dead giveaway. Wilber would know for sure she'd had it before.
She would just have to force herself to be pure as the driven snow ... the first night. She would have to remember to flinch and cry. She thought she could pull it off.
Then after the honeymoon, she could corner her new father-in-law and have a ball!
Maybe life was not so bad after all! At least her mother would not feel disgraced. Mary did care what her mother thought and felt. She did not want to hurt her. Why couldn't her mother like sex and understand if someone else did?
Mary thought her dad must have been a lousy lover to so as turn her mother against fucking. All the more reason to hate him!
Mary called Wilber and said she had to talk to him. Since the conversation was to be of a serious nature, she said she would go for a ride with him.
She trotted next door and she and Wilber got into his car and drove off.
Wilber drove and said nothing.
"I had to talk to you," Mary said.
"About what? You want to break up?" he asked shakily.
"Is that what you thought when I called?" He nodded.
"Would that bother you?" she asked, snuggling close to her boy friend.
He nodded and gulped. He thought she was the sweetest, most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He loved her with all his young heart. Hadn't he proved his love by not touching her delicate body? He hungered for her warm flesh ... but he used restraint until his balls ached and his thick whang nearly burst its skin.
Wilber stopped the car along the country road under some trees.
"I don't want to break up, honey," she said.
He sighed in relief and kissed her warmly.
"But, you can't kiss me any more," she said, moving over to her side of the car.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"Because." She looked out the window.
"What's with you? You think I can wait two years to claim you and now I can't even kiss you?"
The actress went into action.
"I want you to kiss me ... really I do. I love you too much to resist you ... and your kisses are so wonderful, I want you. And, you've already said you won't take me until we're married ... and I couldn't bear to lose you. So I can't kiss you."
"Oh, darling ... I know how you feel! I want to make love to you, too," the youth said panting.
"But, since we have to wait for so long...."
"Why don't we get married now?" he suggested.
"Oh, I couldn't. I have school to finish."
"You want me to love you?" he asked, sliding close to her.
"More than anything else in the world," she said, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes.
"I want you, too," he said. He kissed her ear and his hot breath made her tingle.
"We agreed to wait...." she said coyly.
"I know we did," he said, nipping on her neck.
"Don't do that," she said softly. "I feel ... I don't know ... things happen to my body that have never happened to me before ... and I'm scared...."
Wilber was thrilled. He knew he turned this lovely girl inside out with his fantastic kisses. He would have to marry her before something happened. Maybe if he balled her, she would feel so bad about it, she might not speak to him again, much less marry him. He had to have her. She was all he thought about ever since they had decided to get married. Two years was a long time to wait.
"Don't be scared," he said. "I won't touch you until we're married. The feelings in your body just mean you're a woman." He smiled happily.
"Really?" she asked.
"And I'm glad you have those feelings."
"What'm I gonna do with them?" she asked innocently.
"When do you wanna get married?" he asked. "Gee, I don't know...." She looked off to the mountains.
"I know you're young and don't wanna leave home and your mother, and you've got school. If we got married, we'd live close so you could see your mother every day," he said thoughtfully.
And your father! "I've never been away from home before. I don't cook so good. I don't know, Wilber, I'm just so confused," she said, lying.
"I know, honey, but I'll help you. Let's get married next weekend. We can go to Yuma on Friday night."
"Mama always wanted me to have a big church wedding," she said, with a fake tear in her eye.
"Alright. We'll have a church wedding," Wilber said.
"That means we can't kiss or love each other for a month or so," she said sadly.
"I know," he said, adjusting his crotch.
"I don't know if I can wait...." she said and burst into tears.
He hugged her close to his hot body. His heart pounded.
"Whatever you want...." he said, gasping for breath.
"I want you! Now!" she said, putting her arms around the youth's neck.
"Let's make it next weekend. Then, later if you want, we'll have a church wedding. We can keep it a secret until the big wedding. And we can love each other in the meantime."
"And I'd still live at home?"
He nodded.
"If I was married to you, I couldn't stand to sleep alone!"
His hard prick twitched happily.
"This week you get ready. I'll go look for an apartment. We'll go off just like we're goin' to a show or somethin' and we'll go to Yuma. Then, when we come back, well be all set up in our own place...." he said.
"Mom'll worry if I don't come home," she said.
"As soon as we're married, you can call her. It'll all work out. You just be sure you're packed." He hugged her close.
Mary smiled as she snuggled close to her boy friend. Her arm rested on his firm thigh, close to his tented crotch, but not close enough to give him any satisfaction ... just torment.
This was beautiful! She would be married so she would not disgrace her mother. Her mother would not have to worry about her any more. If she eloped, she wouldn't cost her mother any expense of a big wedding.
She could do as she pleased, when she pleased. She would not have to upset anybody ... and her mother would be relieved. She cared for her mother and what she thought. This way her dear mother would not be upset because her daughter was fuck happy ... and also, her mother could not interfere with her fucking ... no fear of getting caught like she had with Uncle Don.
Everything looked great!
And Wilber wasn't a bad catch. He would take care of her. He had a good job and he would provide an apartment for her. And he probably was a pretty good screw. If he wasn't, she'd help him along. After all, she had experience.
She glowed with excitement!
Mary and Wilber went back into town. If they stayed out in the tulies for any length of time, they would screw and that would blow all Mary's plans. Couldn't have that!
The next week dragged. Mary sat innocently while her mother went over the wedding plans with her. Mary looked at her engagement ring and it still shimmered and sparkled. She let her mother rattle on and on because Mary knew none of her mother's plans would materialize anyway. Mary had her own plans.
Ivy was all excited about the wedding ... and it gave her more reasons to go over to Bill's and Betty's trailer. She wanted her best friend in on all the plans especially since Betty was mother of the groom. And it gave Ivy more of a chance to look at Bill, her lover. How she adored that man!
This was one case where the in-laws would get along VERY WELL' Except possible, Betty. She wasn't screwing anybody. Ivy knew Bill and herself would never have any differences ... how could they? For years they had been having this terrific affair. Now his son was marrying her daughter ... how fantastic! And Betty was her best friend. Good relationships all around.
Ivy and Betty went and talked to the minister and reserved the church. They went to the engravers and ordered invitations. The flower arrangements were made. Then the two of them dragged Mary to the store to look at wedding dresses. Lots of fun. It was Friday.
"I've got to get home," Mary said as she took off the last of the long, white dresses.
"We have one more place to look," Ivy said.
"Tomorrow," Mary said.
"She's tired," Betty said. "It's a lot of excitement."
"I know, I'm a bit tired myself," Ivy said.
"Wilber and I're gonna go out tonight," Mary said.
"So what's so unusual about that?" Betty asked and smiled at her future daughter-in-law.
"Nothin'. I just, wanted to take a nap before we left. I'm really tired."
Ivy and Betty patted the youngster.
As the three of them walked out through the parking lot, Betty asked, "Did you like any of the dresses really well?"
Mary shrugged. "There were so many...."
"I know, dear. It's hard to decide."
"I do hope you and Wilber make a go of it. I'd hate to have you divorce and wind up like your mother," Betty said.
"What's wrong with her mother?" Ivy asked her best friend.
"Nothing, dear. It's just that you must be very lonely ... and now you have to shoulder all this expense ... you know I didn't mean anything
"Just you don't worry about me! I'll see to it that this's the biggest, best wedding in town. And don't let my finances bother you. When I ask you for money, then you can bitch!"
"Don't get upset, Ivy. We've been friends too long. It's just that now you'll be living alone ... and you're bound to be lonesome. I'm just concerned about you, that's all!"
I won't be nearly so lonesome. I can have your husband over for a quickie every now and then ... and I don't have to sneak to meet him. With Mary gone, I won't have to lie so much. Bill and I can still have our lingering moments, but in between, we can fuck on the run, so to speak. While you're cooking his dinner, he can trot over and I'll give him the ass he doesn't get from you! Lonesome, shit!
"You know Bill isn't crazy about this wedding," Betty said.
"He's never said anything to me about it," Ivy said.
"Naturally he wouldn't. Our business is ours, you know. He wouldn't discuss our private feelings with an outsider."
Ivy burned. She was hardly an outsider when she fucked him regularly and had for years.
"Oh, he thinks Mary's a lovely child...." Betty continued.
He should. I've balled him enough. He couldn 't very well not like me, thought Mary.
"It's just that he thinks Wilber's too young to assume so much responsibility," Betty said.
"Well, if he wants me, he's gonna have to support me. And he sure wants me," Mary said.
"What're you trying to insinuate?" Betty asked.
"That he wants in my panties ... and I'm not insinuating. It's a fact!" Mary smiled wickedly.
"Not my Wilber! You must have led him on...." Betty said indignantly.
"Think what you want, but any young guy with a red hot prick doesn't have to be led on," Mary said getting into the car.
"My boy is not a sex maniac," Betty said firmly.
"I didn't say he was. I just said he wants in my pants."
"How vulgar! Ivy? Didn't you train your daughter in any nice ways?"
"My daughter is just as nice as anybody else! Including your son!"
"Hmph!"
The three women rode home in stifling silence.
Mary had to laugh to herself. The battle of the in-laws was on!
At home, Mary went to her room. She had a lot of things to do. She was already packed and her suitcase was shoved under her fluffy bed. She looked at her room. Tears came to her eyes. This was all behind her now. No more would she have her pretty ruffled bed. She tore the picture of Brad off the bottom of her pink lamp and shredded it.
She looked at her ruffled curtains. Her white, antiqued furniture gleamed with gold trim. Her fluffy, white bedspread flared beautifully.
Her stuffed animals were piled up on her pillow as if talking about her leaving.
Funny how this room that she had always taken for granted now seemed precious to her. Everything in it meant something special.
This phase of her life was gone ... almost. If she married Wilber tonight, this would no longer be her own special place. She would have to give up her stuffed animals and ruffles. She would be a married woman! She would have to let go of her childish possessions.
She had a lump in her throat the size of a baseball.
And her mother would be all alone. The mobile home would be deathly quiet and lonesome.
Tears drained down her cheeks. She did not know if she even loved Wilber. Sure, she felt lust for his cock, but was that enough to leave this room and her mother and her toys? What about her fleeting times with Bill? She could have those anyway. She had in the past.
Was this what she wanted? Freedom to fuck whenever she wanted?
Did she have to leave for that?
Her mother thought she was fuck-happy and wanted her married. Maybe she was ... but, what would her mother do without her? Would she cry herself to sleep?
And then the holidays were coming up. Mary could not imagine a Christmas without her mother. She could come back home and visit. Wilber had said she could. But, what about Christmas Eve and crawling into her ruffled bed know her mother was going to stay up and wrap presents for her. What about the smells of Christmas dinner? Mary knew if she had to fix a turkey, it would be either raw or burned and the dressing? It would be a dismal failure. Her mother had always done all that ... and the gaily decorated cookies.
It wasn't only Christmas that bothered her. What about all the rest of the times? Would she cry every time she saw her old bedroom?
Mary debated about marrying Wilber with tears streaming down her face. Was giving all this up worth it? For fucking?
"Mary? What's the matter?" Ivy said, coming into the bedroom.
"I don't know," she said sobbing.
"It's all the excitement," Ivy said.
"I guess."
"You do love Wilber, don't you?" She put her arm around the slender shoulders. "I don't know."
"You do know I was very upset when I saw you and your uncle Don. I was shocked!" She spoke softly.
Mary nodded.
"If you don't wanna marry Wilber, don't. I'm sort of used to the idea you're a woman with woman's desires. If you wanna mess around, go ahead. I'm not for it, but if you're hung on screwing, I'll just have to adjust to the fact. I don't want to run you out of your home into a marriage you don't want."
Why did her mother have to be so nice? That upset Mary more.
"You think about it, dear. It's still over a month until the wedding. If you don't want it, forget it. I do have to leave for awhile, now."
"Where're you goin'?" Mary asked between sobs.
"Out for a drink with one of the girls from work. Seems she has a pressing problem. She wants to talk. I wouldn't leave you, but we can talk about your wedding for the next month. You do understand?"
Mary nodded.
How was her mother to know about tonight? Maybe her mother wouldn't be too lonesome when she was gone. Her mother might even move one of her girl friends in to live with her. Mary hoped her mother would leave her room just as it was.
Ivy kissed her daughter on the cheek and walked out of the room. Her crotch was dripping, and she was on her way to meet Bill. He would take care of her throbbing clit and spasming cunt mouth. It had been a rough day and Bill would kiss all her cares away. He would sooth her broken heart by massaging her breasts. Ivy was extremely upset about the forthcoming wedding. She needed Bill tonight more than ever before. She fled the trailer to meet her lover.
Mary sat dazed in the middle of her bed. She heard the door bell ring and she heard Wilber open the glass door and walk in.
She looked up at him through her tears as he came into her bedroom.
"What's the matter?" he asked, sitting beside her.
"I don't know," she said and sobbed.
"Last minute cold feet," he said patting her knee.
"Maybe so," she said through her tears.
"Do you love me?" he asked. . She nodded.
"What's buggin' you, then? We'll be together and nothin's gonna change around here. Your mom'll still be here and your room and all that. Come on, babe, you got your suitcase packed?"
"Under the bed," she said.
Eagerly he pulled the battered suitcase from under the bed. He prayed his sweetheart wouldn't back out on the plans now. His young prick ached with desire. Only a few hours to go, and he could punch his young, throbbing dick smack into her sweet cunt. His balls ached.
"Come on, babe," he said trying not to appear too anxious.
She sat in the pile of fluff and did not move.
"Honey, I love you. I'll take care of you. We've planned this for so long. I've waited ... please?" His crotch burned.
She got up and slowly followed him to the front door. She turned and took one last look at her childhood home. Once she left and went with Wilber, nothing would be the same. She wiped her eyes. She did not have to get married ... her mother had said so. But, could she stand the hurt look in her mother's eyes if she ever got caught fucking again? Every time she would leave the house, her mother would imagine she was out balling.
It was better if she did get married. She left with Wilber.