Jack was approaching his seventeenth birthday the night his Mother, Susan Hornher, brought home her first date. Jack remembered, because it was the first time he had sex with a woman.

His Mother had divorced his father on the advice of a friend and divorced at a significant monetary disadvantage. The chief reason for the divorce lay in the fact that Jack's Father had simply tired of his 38 year old wife, Susan Hornher and had gone on to greener pastures. Susan hadn't been able to prove they had owned anything beyond their home, cars and joint accounts. Sterling had accepted the divorce with a great aplomb and a secret smile. He certainly didn't seem to have suffered any significant financial loss from the transaction, in fact, his Father never missed a beat, buying a plush condo overlooking Lake Erie, and a Dodge Viper to get him from point A to point B.

Although Sterling Hornher hadn't been averse to slipping Jack some jack on his infrequent visits, he steadfastly remained faithful to the divorce decree and he did not provide anything beyond the child support owed to his ex-wife. As an unexpected bonus, a corporate promotion and transfer to California left him little time or inclination to take advantage of the liberal visitation rights he had won in court and thus, Jack only saw his father about once a year.

That decree left Susan Hornher and her son, Jack, in less than desirable financial circumstances. Susan had sold the upper-middle class home she had taken pride in. She could not afford to buy Sterling out on his share of their home, so she had been forced to sell. She purchased a simple ranch in a middle class suburb of Cleveland, about 60 miles from Jack's boyhood home.

Their move, in the beginning of summer after Jack's junior year in High School, left Jack bereft of the friendships he had maintained and forecast a summer of loneliness for him. Additionally, the "new" house they moved into was far less than the home they had left, and the maintenance men, who kept their first home in top condition, were no longer summoned to appear at the command of Sterling Hornher, to render their services unto him.

It was not that the home wasn't adequate. It was just that in the absence of experience, 16 year old Jack, now the man of the house, was at a loss as to how things were done at the reduced level of his circumstances. He had never patched a wall or snaked a drain, or fixed a leaky sink, or any of the myriad tasks that this 30 year old ranch-style home demanded from the day they moved in. His Mother's belief that any man instinctively knew how to fix anything that needed repair or maintenance made Jack feel like he was not the man that his father was. With school out for the summer, Jack had plenty of time alone to wonder why his Mother had chose to leave his Father.

Jack was at a loss. Jack was frustrated.

Jack was honestly less than pleased with his situation...

Susan Hornher had taken the loss of her husband badly. While she was convinced that he was fooling around on her, she had not been able to prove anything against Sterling Hornher, except the fact that he had not had sex with her for the last year of their marriage. Confiding in her friend, Hyacinth Green, had turned out to be the worst thing she had ever done, next to actually filing for divorce. What seemed to be a classic case of the ex-wife gets everything turned out to be that she lost her comfortable home and now had to find employment to make the payments on the downsized home she had managed to secure for herself and her son.

So Susan Hornher, the 38 year old divorcee, had entered the work force. She obtained work with a real estate title company, working her way up from a form-shuffling secretary to form shuffling closing-agent. The pay was acceptable, but her budget did not allow them the luxuries they had formerly taken for granted. Susan worked long and hard for her money and now had a keen appreciation for the value of the stuff.

Susan now longer had the exquisite body of her youth. Her only pregnancy had slowed her metabolism down dramatically. At five foot five, she now weighed about 138 pounds. When she had married 17 years ago, she had been a beautiful 108 pounds. Her stylish, shoulder length black hair now had a few grays mixed in. Her formerly upthrust breasts tended to point towards Australia now and the once flawless ass was still flawless, only the canvas on which it was displayed, had grown. Her sexual appetite, when it reared it's insistent head, was banished with a long, hot shower with the shower spraywand she had won in the settlement. Those empty orgasms left her feeling unfulfilled.

Susan reflected daily that life was not like it had been. The sexual relationship she had enjoyed with Sterling had been most satisfying. He had awakened her "talent", he called it; her ability to react to humiliation, which he was only to glad to extend to her. A sexual bout with Sterling usually only ended after a string of full-blown orgasms for her, and she had blossomed under his tutelage. His never-ending imagination had vanished with him, along with her home, her money, and the self-confidence she had gained as a good wife and homemaker in an upscale community.

Susan had dated sporadically in the two years since the divorce. Men were not that hard to come by in her line of work. She took a shameful pride in the fact that she endured as much sexual harassment as the rest of the women working in her firm, although truth be told, the other woman seemed to enjoy a control over the men that she totally lacked. She had not been asked out on a date by any of the men she worked with, or any of the clients conducting business with the firm. She tended to be shy and deferential with the men she knew, and she was not good at sexual banter. Maybe they weren't interested in a 38 year old single mother, she reflected sadly. I've got nothing special to offer. Saggy, older women like me are a dime a dozen. Men go for the young ones.

Jack, like most 16 year olds, had raced through puberty at a breakneck pace. In the last two years alone, he had grown six inches to stand at almost six feet. He weighed 160 pounds, with the sandy blonde hair his father had. A modest, quiet boy, (intense, he reassured himself), Jack's few friendships had been immensely important to him. The one "girlfriend", he could claim to have had declined to pursue their relationship over long distance phone lines. Jack remained a highly charged unwilling virgin with few prospects for advancement. What he found incredible was that his Father, who had it all, had been able to leave his Mother so easily. Jack remembered a night long ago, when he was eleven, in the old house.

One Saturday night, after midnight, Jack was awakened from a deep sleep. His bedroom was down the upstairs hall from the room his parents had shared. Jack had been awakened by a sudden cry he could not identify, and he was startled and curious. The cry was not repeated, although he could hear murmurings from down the hall. Jack slipped out of his bed, his feet hitting the carpet without a sound. His head seemed to be pounding to a beat that had started in his groin. He could not understand what was happening. He felt weak in the knees yet somehow supernaturally aggressive at the same time. He had to see what was going on in the house. Was someone in trouble?

Jack slipped out of his open bedroom door and crept silently down the hall. His parent's bedroom door, usually closed and locked at this hour of the night, was cracked open. Jack's head swam as he tiptoed closer to the sliver of light escaping from the room. He felt that he could either faint or jump straight through the ceiling at any instant.

Jack had received his fair share of sexual knowledge, like any boy his age, from whispered tales at school as well as HBO and the Playboy magazines his friend, Eddie, had regular access to. He knew the basic difference between a man and woman, though until now the differences hadn't made much of an impact on him. Now he suspected that such differences were extremely important to his father, whose voice he could hear.

Jack halted at the door to his parent's room, stopping mechanically, as though he was drugged. His head was singing--he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. His conscience screamed at him, asking him if he really wanted to do something so wrong--looking into his parent's bedroom, and he was guiltily able to ignore the question. He was drawn to the light.

Inside his parent's comfortably large bedroom, he could clearly see the bed, a four poster high-mattressed affair. His Mother and Father were both on the bed. Both were stark naked--the first time Jack had ever seen either a grown man or woman naked in real life.

Sterling Hornher's naked body partially obscured Jack's view of his Mother. Susan Hornher was on all fours, facing the headboard of the bed, away from Jack's line of sight. Her head was down towards the pillows, though Jack didn't really notice at the time. He was staring directly at her rump, which faced Jack indirectly, Sterling Hornher had the commanding view.

Susan Hornher's backside was presented to Jack's gaze and he found it fascinating beyond speech. He could clearly see the vagina and puckered butthole that he had heretofore only seen on the actresses and models of his pornographical forays with Eddie. He leaned against the door frame, feeling stunned and weakened. He prayed that neither parent would hear him, because he was incapable of escaping at the moment. His penis, which felt strangely large when he had awakened, now seemed to contain the majority of his life's blood. It throbbed along in time with the wild beating of his heart.

His Mother's ass and vagina could not compare quality-wise with the younger women Jack had seen in the movies and magazines. But she had an immediacy, if only second-hand, that Jack could not believe. Her ass was larger than any butt those models had, and her vagina seemed larger somehow, in a way that Jack could not comprehend. Jack could sense a tension in the room, that he did not understand. He knew they were, "having sex", but the intimacy he had expected was missing. Then his Mother spoke and Jack was able to understand what was going on, although he didn't figure out the ramifications until after the divorce.

"One last time, and then we'll try something else?", Susan said, buried face down in her pillow.

"Okay, one last try, but Christ, just loosen up willya? Or I'll have to take you to hand" Sterling promised.

"All right", his mother sighed, resignedly.

Sterling Hornher's right hand came up off the bed where it had rested. He was kneeling back on his haunches, on the bed within a foot of his wife's presented backside. Jack finally noticed that his Mother's hands had been tied behind her back as she presented her ass to her husband. She was tripoded on her knees and head, which she kept buried in her pillow, as if to divorce herself from the activity.

Jack stared in disbelief at his parents.

Sterling Hornher's left hand rested on the bottom of his wife's spine. His left hand grasped an empty beer bottle by the neck. He brought the bottle to the lips of his wife's waiting pussy. The bottle was large end first as it contacted her flesh. Sterling pushed and rotated that bottle. The brown bottle mashed the lips at the entrance of her vagina as she moaned in discomfort. Sterling pushed harder, reaching down with his left hand to help spread the lips of her pussy. Suddenly, her vagina yawned open to accept the glass intruder and Susan yelped in sudden pain.

"Ahhhhhh!... okay, okay... oooh..."

Sterling paused to allow her to accept the girth of the bottle inside her body. He waited impatiently, until her moans subsided, then steadily pushed the bottle into her vagina until the slender neck was the only part of the bottle left exposed. Susan moaned into her pillow either from discomfort or shame Jack could not tell. Probably a little of both, he reasoned.

Then his father slowly eased the beer bottle almost out of his Mother's pussy and pushed it back in, slamming the bottle into contact with her uterus. Susan yelped again, but to Jack's ear it didn't sound as painful as her first cries did. Sterling began fucking Jack's Mother with the bottle.

"How's that feel, Cunt?", he demanded.

Jack's mother was hard pressed to respond. "Uh... Uh... Uh..." she groaned in response to his thrusts.

"Howzit feel?", he demanded again.

"Uh... Uh... Good... Uh..." Susan answered with her face now turned to the side of her pillow.

Sterling Hornher growled, " Well then you'll love this part, bitch",

With that, Sterling got onto his feet on the bed. He placed each leg outside of his beleaguered wife's legs and aimed his large, angry penis at her defenseless anus. The beer bottle lay buried to the neck in her vagina.

Jack watched through the door. He was beside himself with jealousy. His father was enjoying his mother immensely while Jack's penis throbbed almost painfully inside his underwear. He wondered if his Mother was enjoying this weird activity or if she was just playing along and humoring his father. Whatever the case, Jack felt like his soul was going to explode and his strangely throbbing penis felt like the weakest link; the gateway to the explosion.

Sterling Hornher's penis slid up and down the crack of his wife's ass. She moaned, knowing exactly what was coming next. With practiced ease, Sterling nestled his cockhead at his wife's anus, then pushed steadily. Susan felt the burning of his cockhead pressing into her anus. It compounded the degradation of the beer bottle inside her vagina and made her feel like a wanton slut. That was the impetus she truly needed to come to orgasm. The discomfort she felt when his penis penetrated her only added to her sense of stimulation. As he reamed her ass with his 7 inch penis she concentrated on the feeling in both her holes, filled simultaneously, and the her shameful fantasy of having two men inside her at the same time. She had steadfastly resisted his attempts to bring another male into their sex play to fill her in just such a way. That would be wrong. That would be going too far.

However, it wasn't wrong to let your husband enjoy himself in a way that would let her sleep, secure in the knowledge that her husband was satisfied in the bedroom aspect of their marriage. So Susan endured such things as bottles and whippings, and having a spouting cock forced into her mouth, fresh from her vagina, though she told herself that she hated the very idea of such activities. Nonetheless, she never failed to orgasm herself, repeatedly, she amended lamely, although she told herself, not so much from the barbarity of the specific activity, as the fact that she had again calmed her husband's urges, as a good wife should...

Sterling Hornher pistoned his cock in and out of Susan's rectum, building momentum toward his orgasm. Each thrust brought a slight gasp from his wife which added greatly to his pleasure. The tightness of Susan's anus, and the bottle in her pussy which kept poking at his sac, drove him over the edge. With a muffled grunt, Sterling began to spasm far inside his wife's ass.

Susan recognized the signs of her husband's orgasm. The humiliation of what was happening to her caused her to come suddenly and strongly again. The bottle lodged in her pussy, stretched her immensely, contributing to her pleasure. With a small whine in her throat, the familiar contractions began. Her vagina and anus contracted quickly again and again.

The effect was not lost on Sterling, who grinned smugly. He knew that humiliation and perverse practices worked the best on his woman--almost as important as his huge cock, he conceded quickly.

Jack, leaning against the wall outside the door, felt his cock suddenly spasm repeatedly inside his underwear. He was excited and mortified at the same time, not knowing whether to creep away or hold his ground in the face of this new sensation. He was afraid to touch his cock because he suspected what had happened to him. He looked down at himself in the dim light coming out of his parent's room. Sure enough, he could see a stain in the front of his underpants.

Sterling had finished his business inside Susan's ass. With a satisfied sigh, he pulled out of his wife's upraised backside, and stepped off the bed onto the floor, wiping his manhood with a towel he had placed on the nightstand. With one hand, he untied the simple knot binding Susan's hands behind her back. He quickly stepped behind her to view her distended privates.

Susan's anus gaped slightly open, as cool air infiltrated her intestine. Sterling's cum glistened wetly just inside her butt. Susan rolled off onto her right side, and the magic moment was lost. Sterling reached over and eased the beer bottle out of her pussy absently, already thinking of his job and the things he had to do tomorrow. He carried the bottle into the master bathroom and dropped it into the wastebasket.

Susan lay on the bed recovering from the last orgasm. She usually rolled away from Sterling's view because she was ashamed to look at him and catch that smug little smile that told her that he had once again looked into her soul and found a willing soulmate for these depravities. Her pussy, still quivered and some of the trapped air in her intestine chose that time to escape her dank confinement.

Jack, finally convinced that the show was over, tiptoed back to his room and crawled into bed.

He didn't sleep a wink that night...

Over the years since he had witnessed his parents having sex, Jack had learned a lot about his Mother. Although the door to their room had since remained closed to his prying eyes, his frequent inspections of their premises while they where away confirmed to Jack that his Mother took her part in some deviant forms of sexual activity. He had discovered a treasure trove of paraphernalia, dildoes, restraint devices and whatnot inside a footlocker in the walk-in closet. Many of the items he was not familiar with at the time, and the muffled sounds coming out of their locked bedroom door hadn't served to provide any explanations for their use.

The Internet however, had. In the time since his Father had left, Jack had found the pictures on the net which explained to him exactly what types of sex his parents had indulged in and he believed that it was a safe bet that his Mother actually liked the humiliating and submissive role she played to his Father. Jack liked thinking about his Mother that way. He found he couldn't care less about his Father's part in the action, apart from the fact that he greatly envied him.

In the time since the divorce, to his knowledge, Jack's Mom had not had any sex with another man. Her dates were infrequent and apparently disappointing to her and her date, and she got few chances at a second meeting. The treasure trove, which had been left for her remained untouched in the small walk-in closet of her new bedroom.

It was a Saturday night the night Jack changed her life. He had stayed home alone, as he had become used to doing, waiting for her to return from yet another useless "girls night out" with her friend, Hyacinth. The way these things tended to work, she would get home around midnight, say a snappish greeting and try to give him hell for being up so late. She was invariably drunk, depressed and irritable when she got back from one of these outings. Then she would go and take a extended shower and hit the sack. She was pretty late tonight but that's still what Jack expected from this latest try when he heard her mini-van pull into the driveway. It was when he heard another vehicle pull into the drive that he leaped off the couch in alarm and looked out the front window.

A pickup truck had pulled into the drive after his Mom and she was talking in the darkness to a man.

That wasn't right. That was not the way her forays ended...

Jack bolted out of the living room when he heard her key at the front door. Jack glided silently down the hallway to his bedroom. He reached around his door and pushed the lock button on his bedroom door. Locked doors were nothing new at the Hornher residence. Then he slipped into his mother's bedroom. He felt his penis stiffen rock hard with excitement. At the instant his mother opened the front door, Jack was clambering into the sliding-door closet of her bedroom, heading into what he prayed was a less utilized portion of the closet. He ended up sitting right on the treasure trove footlocker. For the first time, he wondered just what the hell had prompted him to do this in the first place. He must have a voyeuristic streak in him, he figured. The chances of getting caught were pretty good actually because his mother liked to undress and take her robe off it's accustomed hanger in the closet before she padded down the hall to take her shower. That robe was brushing Jack's face as he sat. He could smell his mother's comfortably feminine smell on the robe and he rubbed his face around the material as he waited. His cock was threatening to escape from his sweatsuit. Jack quickly dropped the pants down to his knees, afraid to make any other noise. He placed his hand on his cock, which was harder than a rock. Just touching it seemed to rouse it. Jack believed it must have a mind of it's own--it certainly had led him into a closet five seconds after it heard his mother coming. It certainly hadn't been a conscious decision on Jack's part.

Susan Hornher let herself and her manfriend into her home. She was hoping alternatively that Jack was still up and that he had already gone to bed. It was after two in the morning after all, two hours past her normal return. She hoped he hadn't worried. She was drunk and eager for a man's companionship. This guy, she thought his name was Bill, had insisted on seeing her home from the country bar she and Hyacinth had gone to. Hyacinth, seemingly amused, had egged her into bringing him home for a "quickie". A quickie was the term Hyacinth used to denote quick sex with a man unworthy of a relationship. A quickie now and then, Hyacinth said, kept a divorced woman on track.

Susan Hornher was feeling indecisive when she entered her home. She decided that if Jack was still up that she would turn and thank Bill for seeing her home. If Jack was asleep in his room, then she would go for the quickie.

Susan looked and listened in the small entryway of the home. Jack was not around, although she was puzzled because she still sensed his presence. Still, he did not appear to be up, so she moved into the living room and allowed Bill, who is right on my ass, she thought cheekily, into the home. Susan turned to him and made the universal signal for quiet to Bill. She dumped her coat on the couch and slipped down the hall. Jack's door was closed; she turned the door knob silently to check that he really was asleep, but the door was locked--not too unusual for him.

She returned to the living room and surveyed Bill hopefully. Susan was seeing him for the first time in full light.

Bill was a man in his early forties, a twice-divorced city man tricked into thinking country music was keeping him young and appealing. He stood about six foot, weighed about 230 on a frame designed for no more than 200 pounds, with the characteristic gut of a man who liked his night life. His hairline had retreated and formed a last defensive stand on the high ground of his skull. Cowboy hats were perfect for hiding things like that. His ability to remember simple dances while intoxicated, along with his gentlemanly way of paying for exotic drinks for her and Hyacinth had scored for him this night. She was hoping for big things from Bill, maybe some of the things she and Sterling used to do. She couldn't broach these subjects outright, and her casual banter with him had only led her to believe that Bill's taste in sex was strictly vanilla. But to a starved woman, even vanilla had it's appeal.

"So, what's going on, sugarlips?", Bill whispered on her return. Bill had doffed his levi jacket and was sitting on the couch admiring his python skin boots which had cost him two week's pay.

"My son's asleep", Susan reported with a rush of relief, feeling somewhat ashamed to have Jack see this man in their home.

"Well, all right, howzabout we do the deed, purty lady--the night's wasting away an' I gotta get ta work afore the sunrise".

For a store manager at Wal-Mart, Bill could affect quite a twang when called upon, Susan reflected, then chided herself. Bill was a nice guy and a perfect gentleman. Still she wondered, just how long a quickie had to last. She definitely didn't want Bill around when her son, Jack awoke. The tryst would give her something to off-handedly mention to Hyacinth, to prove that she could bring home the link sausage if she wanted to, but altogether, it seemed pretty sordid. Not that Bill was a any kind of prize--she and Hyacinth had seen him at the bar at closing time often, going home empty-handed after buying scores of drinks for divorced women and two-stepping until he could two-step no more... Susan decided to skip the small talk.

"Let's go, she said, turning and walking down the hall towards her room. She turned to tell Bill that they'd have to be quiet. Bill was walking behind her. He had already slipped his boots off at the couch. He had unbuttoned his western shirt at a furious pace and had dropped it on the floor of the hallway.

"Be quiet", Susan cautioned.

Bill grinned and nodded.

Susan turned on the light in her bedroom and stepped over to her side of the bed. She quickly undressed herself and dove under the covers. Bill followed suit, only too happy to be there, he was breaking a bad losing streak tonight.

Jack Hornher sat in the closet, agonizing over his situation. He wanted to open the closet and announce his presence because he felt so embarrassed by what he was doing. He had left the slightest sliver of the closet door open and he had seen plenty. He knew his mother had checked on him and found his door locked. He had heard the conversation, such as it was, with the ridiculous guy. He did not want to watch. But his penis threatened to reach forward and slide the closet door open itself if he entertained any more thoughts of treason and Jack deferred to a stronger power.

Jack had watched his Mom intently as she entered the room and undressed. She had unbuttoned her blouse and then her skirt. Both items fell to the floor. She had reached behind her with the practiced motion of her kind and unclasped her bra faster than any man could. The bra fell to the floor, leaving her standing in her panties. She peeled the Sears panties down her tummy and onto the floor.

Susan stood motionless for one instant, unwittingly allowing Jack a chance to look at her. Her skin was white and untanned--she did not go in for sunning. Her breasts were a fair size, bigger than anything Jack had been able to get his hands on. They sagged in the classic fashion that Jack had grown to adore. Her stomach and abdomen tended to pooch out over her panties, but she was certainly not grotesque in any way. Her butt, as she turned to dive into bed, was white and full, two heavy, motherly moons beaming with the mysteries Jack dearly wanted to solve.

The mystery man quickly followed his Mother into the bedroom, dragging his levi pants down along with his underwear, almost tripping to get to the bed. His pants off, Bill, almost slipped into bed alongside Jack's Mom until he whirled back around to turn off the light.

"Leave it on", Jack's Mom whispered intently, hoping Bill would start catching the signal that she wanted something, anything racy or humiliating to get her juices flowing.

"Okey-dokey", Bill replied, whirling back again and sliding under the covers on the other side of the bed.

"I'm on the Pill, but do you have protection?" Susan asked, anxious and worried and turned on all at the same time.

"If you're on the Pill, we're all set. Ah'm clean. I don't get around as much as some of the ladies think", Bill answered. He knew it was time to make his move before her inhibitions threw him off the horse.

"How about we...", Susan started before Bill suddenly rolled over onto her. His bulk on top of her was suffocating, yet comforting. It reminded her of Sterling, taking charge and getting the best out of her. She hoped for good things to come.

Bill had other thoughts though. He balanced his weight on one hand, and grasped his thickening penis with the other. He brought his penis to the lips of her vagina and inserted himself. She was wet enough to permit his entry. Bill preferred to just get down to business before this woman started thinking too much and maybe kicking him out of bed because he didn't have a condom. Additionally, Bill was under the impression that his intercourse with a woman was highly pleasing to them and usually they didn't regret the lack of foreplay once they had a taste of Wild Bill and his trained penis, Little Bill.

Bill always counted on his intoxication to slow him down and keep him steady for the full nine innings. What Bill hadn't counted on the stadium lights being on, and the thought that this woman had a son sleeping just down the hall. Bill found these things highly arousing, even in his inebriated state. Little Bill thrust and thrust and a dozen thrusts farther he spent himself inside Susan.