It took Helen several days to get well from her drinking orgy. She had spent the rest of the day at the motel and got so drunk that Peter had had to come and drive her home. The boy hadn't minded, though, because his mother had sprawled out in the car, her robe wide open, and passed out. He had sat looking at her and jacked off before lugging her into the house. Fortunately, his father had gone on to his office.
She hadn't slept with Dan, either. Partly because she felt so shitty, but mostly because he acted so shitty. He was back to his old funky self. She decided she needed a good fuck, not the kind her husband gave her, but a good fuck.
It was a week after the wedding when she noticed Joan Wagner's coat hanging in their front closet. "Oh, dear, she must have left that here the day of the wedding." She took the coat from the hanger and went into the front room where Peter was sprawled on the floor in front of the television. "Would you mind running this over to Joan's, honey?"
"Aw, hell, Mom, I'm watching TV," Peter whined.
"Don't talk ugly, Peter. I'd have your father do it, but he's bowling tonight. Be a good boy. You can take the car."
Peter got to his feet and jerked the coat out of her hands. He stamped angrily from the house.
Ten minutes later Peter slammed on the brakes in front of Joan's house. He grabbed the coat roughly in his fist, trying to wrinkle it, and stamped up the walk. Joan answered the door, her baby in her arms.
"Why, Peter, what a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you since the big wedding," she said.
"You left your coat at our house. Mom made me bring it over."
"I'm sorry, honey. You should have called; Rick could have stopped and got it. Now, that you're here, come on in."
"Nah, I gotta get back home."
"No, don't go. Rick is working nights again and I'm lonesome. I'll make you a drink after I finish feeding the baby and we can talk."
Peter liked the idea of having a drink with sexy Joan, but the thought of waiting around while she fed her brat bored him. He gave in grudgingly, however, and walked into the house with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. She had him sit in a big overstuffed chair and she sat facing him on the couch.
"I do have to finish feeding the baby. You don't mind, do you, Peter?" she asked.
"Naw, go ahead," he answered sullenly.
Joan's housecoat was a deep red and had a big collar. It was made of a satiny, quilted material and revealed nothing of the voluptuous body inside. Peter sat up with surprise when she pulled the collar down and produced a fat, milk-filled tit. He had expected her to go to the kitchen and get a baby bottle. The baby eagerly took her protruding red nipple in his mouth.
She leaned back, cradling the baby to her tit and tugged her robe open, exposing most of her other swollen boob. She always had big knockers, but now they were especially fat, and round, and smooth. Peter's eyes bulged.
Next, she hunkered down in the chair and crossed her legs. They were bare, and the robe fell open on either side, closing at the spot where her legs met, or maybe just a fraction below. She swung a long, smooth leg in the air.
"Do you like my legs, Peter?" she asked coyly.
"Hell yes," he stammered, his face reddening slightly.
"Your father likes them, too."
"My-my dad? When does he look at your legs?"
"Whenever I let him," Joan said.
Peter, forgetting himself, rubbed at the growing thing inside his jeans.
Joan licked at her heavily lipsticked lips, making them shine, and watched him rub at the lump in his pants. The way he was looking at her while her baby sucked at her tit, excited her terribly. She felt unusually bold exposing herself to this young boy and moved her legs in such a way that she was sure a hint of her thick pubic bush was in view.
"What's the matter, Peter?" she said.
Peter jerked his hand from his crotch, aware of what he was doing. "Oh, nothin', Joan; just had an itch. Sorry," he muttered.
"That's okay, honey, go ahead and scratch." She kept her eyes on the spot where Peter had removed his hand. His pants were tight, and the bulge was quite apparent.
She glanced down at the baby in her arms. "Little Ricky is asleep," she said. "Let me put him in his crib and I'll make us a drink and be right back."
After she had gone, Peter leaned back in his chair and put his hand between his legs, rubbing the knob of his cock through the denim. He wanted to take it out and give it a good stroking, but he didn't dare.
Joan returned with a glass in each hand, the ice clinking as she walked. Her hips rolled under the thick robe and her breasts bounced with each step. Peter could see most of her tits because she hadn't pulled the robe closed at the top. She handed him a glass and went back to her place on the couch.
She crossed her legs again, letting the robe fall away as it had done before. It opened almost to the skimpy bikinis, the only thing she had on under the robe.
"Is your drink good, Peter?" she said, swinging her leg again.
"Yeah, it's great," he said, taking a quick drink. He was sure he caught a glimpse of pussy hair.
"You've been sitting over there trying to look under my robe ever since you sat down, Peter. Is the view that good?"
"I-I, well, geez," he sputtered, and took another drink.
"Shit, have a good look," she said, pulling the front of her robe all the way open.
His mouth dropped open, his tongue stabbing out to lick at his dry lips. Her tits were huge, the nipples dark and erect. Her panties were very abbreviated, to say the least, the hair climbing out above the waistband and protruding profusely at the edges. Most of the hair was confined inside and bulged at the skimpy garment, though.
"I might let you see even more if you'll do something for me first," she said.
"Anything!" Peter blurted. "Just ask."
"Take your prick out and let me see it. I can tell it's good and hard."
Peter deftly unzipped his jeans and took out his prick, his hand shaking only a little. He had an unusually large glans at the end of his man-sized pecker, and it was wet and shiny from his excitement. It stuck straight up in the air.
"Ooooh, Jesus! Peter, you really have a nice one!" Joan cried. "Jack off a little, only don't come."
Peter proudly wrapped his hand around the long stem of hard flesh, and pumped slowly up and down.
"God, Peter, it's bigger than your daddy's!" Joan gasped.
Peter stopped his action and looked at her. "You've seen my dad's? When?"
Joan bit her lip. "Oh," she said, trying to sound casual, "I've spent a lot of time around your house. Your sister is my best friend, you know."
Peter leaned back in his chair, resuming his light stroking. He was sure that his father had fucked her now, anyway. What really interested him was that Joan thought his cock was bigger than his dad's.
"Come over here, Peter. I want to feel it," Joan said.
Peter got up and walked over to where she was sitting, his hand still around his prick. She brushed his hand away and put her own in its place.
"My, it sure is hard," she said. "And the end is so wet… it's all sticky."
"Yeah, it gets that way when I get excited," he said confidently.
"Maybe I'd better do something for it," she said, bending down, taking the whole head inside her mouth.
"Jesus, Joan, I really like that!" Peter cried.
She let the fat head plop from her lips. "I really like it, too," she said, looking up at him. "I think I'll suck it some more." She took him into her mouth again and sucked him. And then she stopped. "I'll let you come off in my mouth if you do something for me first."
"What do you want me to do?" he cried, his cock already aching for a good shot.
"I want you to get on your knees in front of me and put your face between my legs and kiss me. Peter, I want you to eat my pussy."
"I've never done that before," he lied, not wanting to tell her that he had eaten his own mother's snatch.
"If you ever expect to keep a girl happy, Peter, you'd better learn how to eat cunt, and there's no time like the present to start. Girls love to have their pussies eaten."
Peter dropped to his knees. Joan opened her legs wide and put her hands to the back of his head and slowly pulled his face into her crotch.
"Sniff around a little and kiss my thighs and bite at me through my panties before we take them off. I love a man's face between my legs. I love for a man to tease me with his lips and tongue."
Peter kissed back and forth on the soft tender skin of her thighs, working slowly up to the wet crotch band of her panties. He kissed the puffy lips through the soggy material, then bit gently, first one lip then the other. Joan squealed with pleasure. And then he drew the wet crotchband into his mouth and sucked at it, letting his tongue sneak in to stab at the frothy crevice of her cunt.
"Oh my God, Peter, you must have done this before… take off my underpants, take them off! I want your mouth there; I want to be eaten!" she hissed. "And don't worry, I'm clean. I took a bath just before you got here."
Peter wasn't concerned about that; he had decided after going down on his mother that he liked the pungent smell of a randy woman – it was the smell of sex. And the taste, well, the more taste the better. He wished she hadn't just taken a bath.
Joan raised herself so he could pull her panties down. She pushed her cunt into his open mouth.
Joan thought she was in Heaven with a mouth on her pussy. Peter was no amateur, of that she was sure. He had his tongue deep in her cunt, his upper lip rubbing at her clit, and she moaned, the deep thrills filling her sex cavity.
Joan had decided after her first experience with oral sex that she preferred it to fucking. Her husband had never excited her much with his prick, and only after he had sucked her tits long and hard did she enjoy his prick. The bastard wouldn't go down on her, the one time she asked he had gotten angry and hit her. She had vowed to make him pay for that.
It worried Joan that her husband didn't thrill her, and it was only after she became pregnant that she realized she was hung up on oral sex. Lips and tongue thrilled her anywhere on her body, and only after a man had properly prepared her fuck slot with his mouth did she enjoy being fucked, and then she would usually come copiously immediately upon insertion. In her seventh month of pregnancy, she had met an older man in her doctor's office and let him drive her home. He ate her cunt in the car in the driveway. She met him every day for several weeks after, and he would eat her and then shove his cock into her and come instantly. She didn't care because she'd already gotten her jollies. She knew after that, though, that she preferred oral sex.
She loved to kiss and lick a man's body, ending with his cock in her mouth. Sucking a cock all the way was bliss to her.
"I'm going to come, Peter darling," she sighed with a shudder, and she came, jerking violently.
Peter raised his face from her hairy crotch, it was wet and sticky from her flowing juices. "Now it's my turn, baby," he said.
He got to his feet and thrust his cock against her face. Her mouth closed quickly over the sticky knob. While she sucked, her hands undid his belt and pushed his pants down to his knees, then found his balls. She cradled them while she sucked. She let his cock go and sucked his balls, her tongue licking the deep crease between his nuts and his leg. She returned her mouth to his pecker and had the first two joints of her finger in his asshole when he came. It was a heavy load and it filled her mouth. She swallowed hungrily.
"Let's go in the bedroom and get naked," she said. "If you can get it up again, you can fuck me. Rick won't be home for hours."
Joan made a couple more drinks while Peter undressed, and then they lay on the bed, and necked until he got hard again.
Peter had no difficulty getting his big glans inside her hole; it slipped right in.
"Oh, Jesus, Peter, your cock is so big, it feels so nice. And the head is so big, pull almost out and just use the knob. Ooooooh! Goddamn, yes!" she cried. "I haven't let Rick fuck me since six weeks before the baby was born. If you'll come over to see me often, I'll see how long I can put him off. You're better than he is! Oooooh, that's so good, honey! Your cock is so fat – you're much better than your daddy."
Peter stopped and lifted up. "My dad fucked you?"
"Oh, honey, don't stop! Yes, your daddy fucked me!"
"Tell me about it. How many times?"
"Come close again, honey. That's it! Push it all the way in! Ooooooh, Peter, you have such a big cock." She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him all the way in. "Well, he only fucked me once, and that was in the choir loft in the church after a wedding practice. I made him eat my cunt first; he's good at that. I think that Tom Henderson balled your darling sister that same day, too."
Peter was hunching hard now. "Yeah, I'm not surprised. I'm sure he fucked my mom, too, in his motel."
"Not too fast, honey, easy, yeah, yeah. Like that! Ooooh, Christ, it feels good! I'm getting close, darling – fuck hard!"
"I fucked Linda, too, on her wedding day," Peter boasted. "I-I fucked my mom. And she sucked my cock, and I ate her pussy."
"Oh, Peter, darling – you sweet boy, fuck hard. I'd like to get my face between your mother's legs, she's so sexy. God, would I ever suck her cunt."
"Oh, shit! Joan!" He felt his nuts tighten and the stuff start squirting.
"Pump it into me, baby! All of it!" she squealed when she felt the hot wetness in her cunt. "I'm coming, too!"
Afterwards, they lay quietly for some time.
"I'd better blast out of here, it's getting late," Peter said.
"Not yet, honey," she pleaded. "Crawl back up here and snuggle up to me. If we can get it up again, I'll let you fuck me between my tits, and then you can blow off in my mouth again."
Peter got back into bed. He sucked on her tits, drawing milk from both. Joan got very excited. It took a good sixty-nine session to get him up again, though.
It was fifteen minutes before Rick was due home when he was good and hard and pushing vigorously between her bunched up tits. When he came, he made no effort to get to her mouth, and he splashed his sticky load all over her face. She licked wildly at the slimy goo, then got Peter's knob in her mouth and nursed hungrily until he was dry.
Peter got dressed and out of the house as Rick pulled into the garage. He ducked behind his mother's car until Rick had gone into the house.
Joan was sitting on the couch in her robe, thumbing through a magazine when Rick walked in.
"How come you're still up?" Rick asked.
"Couldn't sleep. Why don't you fix a couple of drinks before turning in?"
"Okay. I can use one. Who's car is that parked in front of the house?"
"I don't know. Probably one of the neighbors."
Rick headed for the kitchen, grumbling. "Goddamn neighbors, ought to park in front of their own fucking house."
He returned with the drinks and sat down on the couch beside her. He ran his hand under her housecoat. "Jesus, you're naked under that robe, honey."
"I just took a bath," she said, throwing the magazine on the floor and putting the glass to her lips.
"How about a little tonight, honey? It's been a long dry spell."
"Some other time, Rick. I don't feel like it tonight."
Rick exploded. "Jesus Christ, Joan! It's been over two fucking months. How long do you think a guy can wait? I want to fuck you, and I want to fuck you now!"
"Rick! You're a brute. Having a baby isn't any picnic, you know. I'm not ready." She reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. "I'll jack you off, honey, then you'll feel better."
"Bullshit! Sometimes I think you're perverted, Joan. Keep your hands off my prick, girls ain't supposed to do things like that." He got up and started pushing his pants down. "I'm your husband and I got my rights. I'm gonna put it where it belongs. I wanta fuck you, and I'm gonna."
Joan resigned herself and opened her robe. She lay back and opened her legs.
"All right, let's do it right here and get it over with," she said.
"Damn right I'm gonna do it right here."
He straddled her and put his cock to her pussy. She reached down and guided it to the spot; it went right in. It felt small and insufficient after Peter's big cock.
"Jesus, you're all wet and sticky. You ain't been playing with yourself, have you?"
"Of course not, you prick!" she snapped. "Just fuck me and get it over with."
It wasn't as bad as she had imagined; in fact, she rather enjoyed it. It had been so long that it was almost like fucking with a stranger, and she liked fucking with strangers. It was a thrill to fuck a man she didn't know. Still, she lay perfectly still and let him do it all. He shot his load very quickly.
"Now get off, I want to go to bed," she said.
"Damn, that was good, honey. I really needed that," he said, getting to his feet.
"Shit! You men are all alike. We're just a receptacle for your hard cock – you use us." She got up and walked away. "I'm going to bed."
Lousy broad, lousy fucking broad, Rick thought.