Patty couldn't get the picture of that long penis out of her head. She lay in bed faking sleep so she wouldn't have to face her mother. Patty had faked a lot of sleep since that afternoon. She seemed to be so tired or at some activity or doing something outside. Patty hadn't said two words to her mother since she had seen her with Jeff's thing in her mouth.
Lora didn't know what was the matter with her young daughter. Maybe the child was sick. Lora tried to talk to her daughter only to have the child bury her head in her pillow or turn away. She finally came to the conclusion her daughter was either going through another phase or she had broken up with her temporary sweetheart.
Lora didn't know what to do with the child.
Lora wanted to watch her pretty daughter march and practice with the marching girls but Patty said, she didn't want her mother there. No other mothers watched.
Lora knew this was a lie since she had driven past the high school and seen the other proud mothers watching their young, long legged daughters practice marching and turning and shouting calls and counter march and all whatever the youngsters did.
Since her daughter stayed away so much of the time and even stayed over night with a girl friend here, and there every once in awhile, Lora was more alone than ever before.
It seemed as though her daughter was ashamed of her.
Lora looked in the mirror. Maybe she was putting on some weight. Her face looked about the same. She always wore make-up and kept lipstick on and her hair done.
Lora hadn't done anything to upset her young daughter. She stayed at home most of the time and puttered in the yard and cooked and went crazy out of loneliness… and that was the extent of her exciting life. Except when she fucked the paperboy or the kid next door and Patty was never around then.
Lora made sure her young daughter was not contaminated by thoughts of sex or anything that a susceptible child might get upset about.
Lora, no way, would fuck in front of her daughter!
No way would she ever bring a man dm the mobile, home for suspect!
She would not dream of ruining her daughter's memory of her father!
All Patty had were memories since her daddy never cane to visit her!
Lora would do nothing… absolutely nothing to upset her lovely child.
Lora worshipped her daughter! To Lora her daughter was an exquisite Dresden doll! Beautiful!
Adorable!
Lora couldn't figure her only child, but she was certain with enough patience, her daughter would soon come around and let her know what the problem was. Lora prayed she would.
Her daughter was all she had to live for!
Lora's marriage had failed. Her love was gone. She was alone all the time. Her ex-husband showed no interest in the child. Never came to the house. Nothing… except the court ordered child support and alimony.
Lora feared if she lost the love and respect of her daughter, she would go totally insane!
She wanted a close relationship with her daughter, to love her, to be able to talk to her, to openly worship her lovely child!
That was the way it was all supposed to be! But it wasn't going that way at all.
Lora spent evening after evening watching the television alone while her daughter either practiced marching around on the patio or going to bed early.
Something was dreadfully wrong and Lora didn't know what!
Along with her problems with her daughter, Lora was so lonely she thought she would die.
And she was so sexually frustrated!
God, she wished she had a man to crawl in bed with every night! To fuck frontwards and backwards… to blow… to love!
Lack of love from a man was slowly driving lora nutty!
Now to lose her daughter was devastating!
Lora was always alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone! Solitary confinement was driving her out of her skull!
Lora had to do something. She had to talk to somebody. She had to know she was alive and attractive to somebody. She was ignored by and society. Her whole life had been her had ignored family and now her family was disintegrating.
Her husband was gone and her daughter might as well be.
Lora was alone! Excruciatingly alone! Frustratingly alone!
And she couldn't do anything about it.
She could not leave the house now. She had meals ready in the mobile home. Every morning she prepared a delicious breakfast for Patty and Patty wasn't hungry or else she was on a diet.
Lora prepared an evening meal that stood on the table and got cold because her daughter was "busy" doing something.
It was horrible to be punished for something but it was unbearable to go on this way without knowing why?
So Lora continued to worry and fret.
Patty continued to go to bed early and feel sick and awestruck at the same time.
Patty could not get over how big and long Jeff's how little and short it got after penis was and then all the sperm had shot out of it… into her mother's mouth.
The thought of her mother being a cocksucker nearly killed the young girl! To her that was about the dirtiest, most vile thing in the world. The tough, rough kids at school who always got expelled used words like her mother was… cocksucker.
Patty doubled up in bed and her belly hurt terribly while her tears flowed down her soft.
The lovely blonde was sickened by the thought of her mother doing "it" she knew she must have done "it" once to have Patty for a baby, but just to do "it" with some kid Patty's age… just for the fun of it?
Her mother was forty! My God! She was over the hill!
As Patty lay in bed trying to push out the mother being a cocksucker, the thought of her picture of Jeff's cock flashed before her eyes.
She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to screw. How would it feel to have a big penis up her hole? Would it hurt?
The girls at school said it hurt the first time.
What about after the first time?
What was sex all about?
How would a girl like her go about finding out?
How did a person get started at "it"?
Who did what? When? How?
Oh, the books said if a sperm united with an egg… and all that junk. But how does one get the sperm, and the idea of little fish swimming up her insides was nauseating enough, anyway, how the fish get inside to unite with the egg. And does the fish know what an egg is anyway?
The thought of all that gukky fluid between her legs was enough to make her vomit. She would smell and be dirty.
Still, there had to be something to sex.
All the girls at school talked about it.
Patty couldn't figure it all out.
Young girls saying, "Oh, he's got a big cock… it hurt… wow! Was I wet… you really ought to try fucking…"
Patty wanted to try… fucking. That word was so hard for her to say. "Fucking" was a dirty word. Her mother had told her so.
Ahhhhh, her mother. Her mother might not do it but she sure ate it. What right did her mother have to tell her anything after what she saw the other day?
Patty fell asleep thinking about Jeff's cock. (That was another dirty word.) While she slept Lora slipped outside to ponder her problems and sit alone in the small patch of grass she so laughingly called her lawn.
It was dark except for the bright moonlight and the small blots of light shining from the other mobile home windows. The fresh smell of the outside flared her nostrils and for a minute all seemed well. The world was so pretty and fresh and wonderfully beautiful! The quietness enveloped her wracked head and she seemed to be at peace. Alone, but for the moment peaceful. It was as if nobody else inhabited the world and nobody counted.
She smiled peacefully. She enjoyed the outside and sitting in the grass reminded her of all her youthful days when she used to lay in the grass back home and smell the lilacs. Beautiful, carefree days of her happy youth. Nothing marred her days or nights. No yearning for the impossible. No problems. Just beautiful grass and lovely odors and her parent's love and security. Wonderful days. All gone, but for a little while she could remember.
"Hi. You alone?" the neighbor boy whispered.
"Aren't I always?" she answered.
"Can I sit with you?" he asked.
"I guess so. It's so pretty out tonight. Absolutely beautiful."
"I just had a fight with my parents and that's why I'm out here. You're the only old person who understands me," he said softly. "Is Patty asleep?"
"Yes, she is. Funny how I don't understand her, just like you and your parents. Really funny," she said very seriously.
She leaned her head back and looked up at the beautiful star studded sky and sighed. Her peace had been interrupted but she didn't really mind. Bob was a nice boy. She knew he had been in love with her daughter for years. They knew each other long before moving into the mobile home.
Patty heard the voices from the back of the mobile home and crawled out of her bed. She padded down the hallway and looked out the back window. She rested one knee on her mother's queen-sized bed while she listened. She knew eavesdropping was not nice, but she wasn't really that tired. She spent so much time in bed lately she was slept out.
She loved her mother, but she could not talk to her. She hated her as much as she loved her and the shock of what she saw didn't help a bit.
The young girl pressed her forehead to the screen and listened and watched. She wished she could be out in the grass with her mother talking to the neighbor instead of faking sleep. But she couldn't.
Just when her young heart cried out for her mother, her hatred for her loomed gigantically.
So she watched… and she shouldn't have!
Because Lora was her usual horny self… and there was a young boy with her… in the dark… alone… unseen by anybody… supposedly.
And it happened!
Lora lay back in the sweet smelling grass and gazed up at the stars. She put her arms back under her head and soaked and basked in the peaceful feeling she felt. Except for the itch in her crotch.
She would ignore it and listen to Bob. He was rattling on and on about not being allowed out late at night and all the restrictions his parents put on him. After all, he was nearly a man, seventeen. That was hardly a child. His parents thought of him as one and a virgin at that!
"And you're not!" Lora said in astonishment.
"Hell, no, and haven't been for years. Is that so terrible? My God!"
Heavens no, that's not bad. You darling little boy. How delightful, she thought wickedly.
The itch between her legs flared full blaze in her pussy!
"So you're a big man, huh?" she asked nonchalantly.
"I've been around," he said confidently.
"How many times?" she goaded.
"Enough. I could teach you some things," he boasted.
"Could you now…" she smiled.
Patty gasped at the window and quickly covered her mouth to muffle her awesome noises. She kept watching.
"Just because you've screwed around doesn't impress me," Lora said.
"My cock would impress you," he said squaring his shoulders.
"Really? I've seen some pretty good cocks in my time," Lora giggled.
"Don't try to put me down, lady, until you know what you're talking about," he said defiantly.
"Good heavens, no! But so far I have nothing to talk about. You've been doing all the talking," she tormented and challenged.
Bob sat Indian style on the grass beside his neighbor. His temper raged I within his body. He knew what he had in his pants. She didn't!
Lora lay on the grass with her breasts jutting toward the moon and smiled as if she didn't believe him.
"I could rape you right here," he said. "Nobody would ever know!"
"Probably not even me," she giggled.
"You're cuttin' me pretty deep," he said in a rage.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry, but really. I haven't been raped in years and I hardly think you're man enough to do it now!"
Bob felt his rage storm through his young body. She was really putting him down hard and he didn't like it one little bit. He had a cock that was a good one and she didn't know it.
Rape was against the law. He could get into trouble.
So what?
He had been in trouble before… Why not again? And her breasts looked really tempting to him. So he could jump her twat before she knew what hit her. She had long pants on and he was sure she would put up a fight and then his parents would hear her and he would be in more trouble.
Big deal. He was in plenty of hot water right now with his parents.
He ran his fingers through his dark, curly hair and stared at her tits with his steel gray eyes. He knew she was no match for him physically. In the darkness he flexed his muscles and felt the ripple all over his chest, and arms. He sucked in his hairy belly with the trail of dark, curly hair that lead from his bristly chest down to his rock-hard cock. Oh, he was a man alright and he damned well knew it.
He leaned back on his strong hands and smiled a devilishly brazen grin so his gleaming teeth shone in the moonlight.
Even in the darkness he saw his cock punch up against his pants. He felt the steady, urgent throb of his cock and felt the hot organ smack against his belly. Just a little farther stretch and his cockhead would peep out over the top of his hip-huggers.
His heart pounded at the thought of rape! He had never raped anybody before. Might be fun if she didn't scream. The mobile homes were so close together and he would hate to get caught with his pants down. Once he had his cock inside her snatch, she wouldn't holler unless it was for more. And he could supply that, too! Oh, yes, he was a man!
Patty watched from her perch in the bedroom window and gasped at the big bulge in Bob's pants. It was quite visible in the moonlight. He must have a whang bigger than Jeff's. She wondered if her mother would suck this one too.
In a split second, Bob ripped open his fly and out popped his whopper!
"Put your cock back in your pants right now!" Lora snapped.
"No way. And don't scream or I'll fuck your daughter sometime while you're gone. You wanna protect her? Shut your mouth!" he snarled.
Lora lay still snuggled in the grass and gaped at the kid's cock. So he wanted to rape her. At least that was a better excuse for her conscience than her raping him. Let the dear boy think she was fighting. Stir him up a little more. Get him more excited. Get that fat prick of his hot and ready and long and stiff. Sure, she would humor the kid and let him think she was in great agony over manly cock. Big deal. She could hardly wait!
Attack! Charge! Fight! Have at, eid! Siccum!
"Stop acting like a dirty little boy! Out in back of the mobile home pulling your pants down to show your cock! Nasty, nasty," she said to deliberately urge him on.
Bob flicked his testicles out into the moonlight and gave his cock a couple of quick hand strokes.
"Do I look like a little boy to you?" he demanded.
"I never had a little boy and besides I don't have my reading glasses on," she taunted.
"You bitch!" he stormed.
"And please watch your language child," she said provoking him.
Bob reached over her body and swung his torso smack on top of her.
She felt his young hands grope at her breasts, tearing off her clothes. She was thrilled as he nuzzled his hot face between her tits as his hands slid under her ass and in one easy, quick movement jerked her pants down and off!
"Bob! Stop it! You sonovabitch! Stop it this instant!"
"Shut up!" he snorted hotly.
Lora thought she ought to struggle. She tried. She was really surprised at young Bob.
He was strong as an ox and he was angry and he meant business! No games as far as he was concerned!
"Now I mean it! Stop playing tough guy and knock it off!" she grimaced.
"I'm not gonna tell you again. SHUT UP!" he rasped, his voice lowering menacingly.
Lora pushed against the youth and her naked body slipped in the grass. She struggled and slithered keeping her eager twat away from his pulsating prick. Her arms got sore at the fight!
She was a little more than angry at his overpowering strength. She was used to being in command and now she was actually being raped! By a seventeen-year-old boy whom she had known for years. Raped at the age of forty!
Ridiculous!
She hated being held and forced. She resented this young kid being in full control of the whole situation! She did not like being raped!
And he would not rape her!
She bit and clawed at his muscle bound arms! Her teeth glared as she tucked her gut to lash into his shoulder!
Her ass slid to get away from the kid who already was between her legs!
"You bastard!" she muttered.
Lora battled against the youth with all her strength.
Patty was ready to cry for help, but everything happened too fast!
Lora slid up from directly under his sturdy body and stopped suddenly!
His teeth latched onto one of her rigid nipples and he bit!
"Move an inch and you lose a nipple, lady," he muttered, never letting, go of her rosebud with his teeth.
"Don't! You're hurting me!" she pleaded.
"Lay still," he snorted.
She felt his wiggling, maneuvering body squirm to snub his throbbing cock to her dry hole.
One hard, heaving thrust and his cock was in her dry cunt!
"Ooohhhhhh," she winced in pain.
"Good, huh?" he grunted like a ravenous animal.
Lora groaned painfully at the tough heave of cock. It took a minute for her to unscramble her jarred brains and relax. She had better relax or else this kid would rip her apart. And his throbber felt positively fiery in her snatch!
She felt his hands slip under her armpits and hold her shoulders. His hot, demanding mouth was all over her neck. He slipped his tongue full of spit across her lips as his frantic mouth worked one side of her flushed face and then the other.
Holding her shoulders he heaved and thrust his jack-hammering cock full force into her slippery snatch!
Lora felt the deep, penetrating plunges of young cock pierce up her twat to stab her uterus!
"My God!" she whimpered.
Again! She felt his rock-hard cock pulsate and plunge into her snatch! her boiling, leaking twat was banged roughly again and again!
His breathing sounded like gusts of air from his heaving chest, blasting at high and heavy speed. He panted and thrust his cock into her slobbering twat. He was an air-hammer in rapid motion!
Lora gasped as her snatch simmered scorchingly taking his jack-hammering cock into her scalding snatch!
Her body jolted at the fierce thrusts and thuds of his young and eagerly hearty cock! Her titties jiggled at his strong pounds of cock!
The tiny wisps of heat in her body were fanned into an open roaring fire as her clit was rubbed and caressed by his stabbing cock! Her vagina felt like a stuffed turkey as his whang banged in and out!
"Ooohhhhhh," she moaned hotly.
Her crotch oozed with love juice.
His balls smacked wetly as he thwacked into her hairy, dark cunt.
Her clit fluttered and twitched!
Passionate fire exploded within her smoldering body and she was eager, anxious for more of his young fiery cock!
Her lust for an orgasm mounted and soared as her crotch spasmed gurgling sputters of lubrication juices as his cock thrust in!
Withhis every inward thrust of scorching, hot cock, spurrm of her lubrication juice splutmred out!
He grunted his tingling cockhead up her soft skinned cunt!
His strongly flexed hips smashed tightly dm her crotch, spreading the tops of her thighs by his boney hips as he plunged full force in!
"Oooaaaaaa…" Bob moaned.
She felt his body shudder and shake to complete collapse while his dick spluttered its last…
Lora hadn't had an orgasm!
Damn, that fucking kid!
Shit on him!
What a Hell of a rape! Damn it to hell!
She lay frustrated and excited under his exhausted body listening to his moans and groans of happiness and contentment. She was furious!
"I take it you're all done?" she asked sarcastically.
"God, that was a good fuck," he moaned.
"I'm glad you thought so," she commented sarcastically.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" he asked.
"I didn't cum!" she screeched.
"Your problem, lady. I fucked you a good one," he moaned still shivering spasmatically.
"You're too fast!" she complained.
"Or you're too slow…"
"You dumb sonovabitch, you didn't even feel me up! All you did was wham a fuck and that's supposed to do it for me? shit on you!"
"Look, lady, I raped you, not made love to you.Nowknock it off! Be glad i'd even stick my cock in your old, withered hole!"
"You bastard!" she stormed.
"Shit," she muttered.
Lora slipped her clothes on and sat in the moonlight gasping for air. She was so angry she fumed!
Patty dropped away from the bedroom window and went back to her own bed and climbed between the clean, fresh sheets.
Her young head was fuzzed by what she had just seen.
Her mother had been attacked by Bob who lived next door and she had not rushed in to call the police or anything. She couldn't understand why her mother was just mad because she hadn't had an orgasm. Would her mother take all kinds of abuse just to have one of those big old things shoved between her leg?
Patty wondered just what a penis must feel like.
Her mother didn't seem to mind having one poked in her.
The weird sounds her mother made and the grunts he made were nauseating. His bare ass was disgusting as he shoved that thing between her mother's legs.
Boys were really ugly. Long, long bodies with little short, round asses. All that was on the front of them was that awful "thing" that jerked and got big and hard and looked positively obscene. Vulgar. Rank.
And testicles were nothing so great either. Just hunks of dumb skin hung on a guy like an extra something nobody knew what to do with.
Patty could not imagine why all the hub-bub about sex.
To her sex appeared dirty and nasty and she could not see why her mother didn't belt that kid for what he had done.
Instead all her mother did was complain about not having an orgasm.
Patty was confused.
For all her lifetime her mother had said to her, don't let a boy touch your boobs, don't this and don't that… and her mother seemed to love it all!
"What was she thinking of, laying there while Bob did that?" Patty mumbled to herself.
What does it feel like to… fuck?
Patty couldn't figure it all out. If she kept watching her mother, she wouldn't have to figure it out, her mother would show her it seemed.
But the feel… Patty was curious enough to want to know what it felt like to fuck.
She felt nasty even thinking about it.
Patty's mother hadn't actually told her messing around was dirty, but she had gotten the effect across and now every time Patty turned around she saw her mother fucking around.
Had to be something good about fucking.
Patty couldn't figure out what from what she had seen and all the grunts and groans and sloppiness involved.
To Patty sex was dirty!
And so was her mother! Dirty and nasty! And always with one of Patty's friends, too!
Patty's young, virgin crotch itched.
She scratched to relieve the irritation, not connecting the craving with sex. Maybe she had gotten some horrible disease from sitting on a toilet seat or maybe she had a bladder infection or something.
The scratching in her crotch did make her young, sleek slit feel better. Really kind of good.
Patty's curiosity had her mind rumpled. She couldn't help but wonder what "it" felt like.
But Patty didn't want to be dirty…