Chapter 8

When Gloria pulled into her driveway she was surprised to see Kurt leaving Pam Murphy's house. She frowned and stopped the car in the carport.

"Kurt! What were you doing in that woman's house?" she questioned her son angrily as she got out of the car.

Kurt looked nervously back at Mrs. Murphy's house and thought quickly. "I was out in the yard and she saw me and asked me to come over and open a jar of peanut butter for her," he answered and thought his answer sounded stupid and not very believable.

For the moment Gloria bought her son's answer. "Well, in the future I don't want to catch you near that bitch. Let her get a man with strong hand to open her jars for her. It's not our fault her husband got smart and left her ass."

"Oh, Mom, she's not a bad lady," Kurt defended the woman he had just finished fucking.

That really pissed Gloria. "Don't tell me you're starting to like that bitch!" she growled at her son. "Don't let her fool you. She's up to no good, no matter how sweet she seems to be to you. I don't trust her and I don't want any of us to have anything to do with her."

As Kurt followed his angry mother into the house, he started to defend himself by telling his mother he had seen his father at Mrs. Murphy's house earlier. He didn't actually say it, though, knowing that that news would really make her furious.

"What is it about Mrs. Murphy that you hate so much, Mom? She seems like a nice enough lady to me," Kurt said as he stood next to his mother in the kitchen.

Gloria stuttered as she tried to come up with a solid reason for disliking her pretty blonde neighbor. "I... well, what difference does it make? She's just a bitch, that's all. She prances around all day with practically nothing on and flashes her horny eyes at Dolph... and now that you're growing up I guess she'll set her sights on you."

"You're just jealous, Mom," Kurt said, surprising himself that he had blurted out the truth.

Gloria slapped her son's face before she could stop herself. She was immediately sorry. "Kurt... I didn't mean to do that." She tried to put her arms around her son's neck but he pulled away and glared at her.

Not only was Kurt mad at his mother for slapping him, he also was afraid to get too close to her because he still smelled from fucking Mrs. Murphy. He felt like he had taken a bath in her sweat and pussy juices.

"Forget it, Mom. I'm going to take a shower," he mumbled and pushed past her.

"Kurt!" Gloria called after him, but he hurried to his room and didn't answer.

Gloria was very troubled as she went to her bedroom. She had never seen Kurt so hostile. She sat on her bed and wondered what had made him so defensive about Pamela Murphy. In the past he had stayed away from the big-titted neighbor. He had never questioned why his family wasn't sociable with the woman. Why was he suddenly her champion?

When the answer flashed into Gloria's mind, she didn't believe it at first. It didn't seem to make sense. How could he be interested in fucking Pam Murphy when he had all the pussy he needed at home?

"That bitch!" Gloria hissed and got up. She was convinced now that Kurt had fucked Pam. Instead of being satisfied with fucking his mother, his interest in older women had been sparked, and Pam Murphy had been there to take advantage of that interest.

"Kurt!" Gloria shouted as she pushed open the door of her son's bathroom without knocking. He was just stepping out of the shower. She stared at his dripping cock for a moment before saying, "Put on some jeans and shirt. You're going with me over to that woman's house. I know what you were really doing over there and I'm going to have it out with her."

"But, Mom, I told you she only wanted me to open a jar she couldn't open!" Kurt protested.

"Bullshit! You've got that just-fucked look all over your face!" Gloria practically screamed. She was shaking, she was so angry. The thought of sharing her son's cock with Pam Murphy made her bum. She barely held her anger in control when she said, "I'm not blaming you so much, but when I get my hands on that slut... I'll..." She wasn't sure what she would do. "anyway, you just get your ass dressed as fast as you can."

She stalked to the back door and waited for Kurt. Her short dress felt hot against her skin as she fumed and tried to regain control of her emotions. She was afraid that if she didn't calm down she would tear the blonde hair out of her neighbor's head.

Kurt started to plead with his mother again when he joined her at the back door. Gloria held up her hand and said, "Don't bother saying anything. I'm going right over to her house, and if you want to make sure I don't break her neck, you'd better come with me."

Gloria banged on Pamela Murphy's back door. When Pamela finally came to the door she was wearing a robe that had obviously been thrown on in a hurry, and her hair was damp from the shower.

"Well, Pam, did you have to take a shower because you're all hot and sweaty from fucking my son?" Gloria snarled and rudely pushed past the woman into the kitchen. "Get in here, Kurt, and close the door."

When Pamela recovered from her shock, she said, "What in the world do you think you're doing, Gloria?"

Gloria walked into the living room. "Come in here, bitch. I have something to say to you."

"Who do you think you are, coming into my house without being asked and ordering me around?" Pamela said after she and Kurt had followed Gloria into the living room.

Gloria put her hands on her hips and faced her angry neighbor. "You know fucking well why I'm here. You lured my son over here so you could get your greedy little hands on him. Don't begin to deny it, Pam."

Gloria expected Pam to deny it, but she underestimated how shameless the woman was. "And what's wrong with your boy getting the right kind of experience from me? Would you rather he grope around in the back seat of a car with some girl who doesn't know what to do with his cock?"

Gloria was momentarily surprised by Pamela's quick admission. "That doesn't justify what you did to my son, Pam. You took advantage of him, and you know it. There should be stronger laws against older women taking advantage of young innocent boys..."

By this time, Kurt was thoroughly embarrassed and more than a little indignant. His mother's hypocrisy forced him to speak. "How can you say those things about Mrs. Murphy when you fuck me too, Mom?" he said, and then realized he had gone to far in front of the neighbor.

"Kurt!" Gloria gasped, but knew it was too late to deny what her son had said. She felt like grabbing her son's hand and running from Pam Murphy's house.

After the initial shock, Pamela started to laugh loudly. "So that's it, huh? You're jealous, Gloria. You have the nerve to charge in here and preach to me when you've been fucking your own son. What do you think would sound worse to most people, me fucking Kurt, or you doing it?"

"We're going home, Kurt." Gloria glared at her son and started for the front door.

"No, you're not," Pamela said and stood between her neighbor and the door. "As long as you're here we're going to have a few things out. You've treated me like dirt for years now, ever since Tom left. You've been so afraid I might get lonely and want to fuck Dolph. Well, I've got some hot news for you, Gloria. I not only fucked Kurt, I also fucked your husband. What do you have to say about that?"

"You bitch!" Gloria said and started to slap the woman's face. Kurt was fast enough to grab his mother's arm before her blow could land.

"Don't act so innocent, Gloria," Pamela taunted, hardly moving an inch back from the angry woman. "What about you fucking Kurt... and that soldier I saw at your house two weeks ago?"

"That was... the commandant of Kurt's school," the flustered Gloria said, put on the defensive again by Pamela's accusation. "Nothing happened between us." Her denial was weak, and even Kurt looked suspiciously at his mother.

"You didn't tell me Colonel Pryor came by, Mom," the boy said and released his mother's arm.

"She didn't tell you because she fucked him, Kurt," Pamela smiled. "I know because she neglected to be sure the curtains were pulled completely together. You'd be surprised how much action can be seen through a tiny slit in the curtains."

Gloria couldn't know that Pamela had actually seen nothing, and only suspected what had happened the day Colonel Pryor visited. Pamela was so convincing with her lie that Gloria believed the woman really had seen everything.

Pamela took advantage of the silence that followed her accusation. She wanted to really rub it in and make her neighbor squirm. She untied the belt of her robe and shrugged out of the garment. Her naked, big- titted body gleamed with moisture as she grinned and said, "I wonder why Kurt found it necessary to come to me for fucking. Do you think it's possible that he's tired of fucking you already, Gloria?"

The bold blonde put her arm around Kurt's shoulders and rubbed her body against his side. She had taken advantage of the shock of the situation to make her move. The mother and son were both too emotionally exhausted to protest.

"You see now why Dolph and Kurt want to come next door to see me, Gloria?" Pamela taunted the redhead further. "I have what they want. You're not the only woman in the world with big tits and a nice ass, you know." She looked down at her body with self-satisfaction. "As long as you're here, Kurt, why don't we finish what we started earlier? I'm sure your mother would like to see how a real woman fucks."

Kurt might have been a little angry with his mother, but he wasn't going to participate in her further humiliation. He started to push Pamela away but stopped when his mother made a bold move.

"You think you're so hot, Pam," Gloria hissed. "Well, I've seen you show off your body long enough. It's time you saw why Kurt and Dolph will always come back to me."

Even Pamela was surprised when the big-titted redhead began to strip. She watched the woman reveal the perfection of the naked body.

Gloria lifted her summer dress over her head and threw it to the floor. She took her bra and panties off in a hurry too. She was interested in proving a point, not in teasing anybody. "Who has the best body, Kurt?" she said when she had taken off everything. She glared at Pamela Murphy, enjoying the appreciative look on the woman's face.

Kurt didn't like being put on the spot by his mother. In spite of his youth, he had the wisdom to see that someone had to talk some sense into the two women before their intense rivalry became violent. "Hold it, Mom... and you, too, Mrs. Murphy. You're both acting crazy. You've lived next door to each other for years and haven't had anything but bad stuff to say about each other all that time. When you finally did decide to talk to each other you did nothing but yell."

The two women listened to the boy. They both felt a little foolish as they listened. Both of them seemed grateful to the boy for taking command.

Kurt continued, "I'm not going to try to judge which one of you has the best body. I don't care about that. As far as I'm concerned you're both two of the sexiest women I've ever seen." He paused as he realized that his cock was growing. It wasn't easy to stand between the two naked, big-titted women without being turned on.

Kurt put his arm around his mother's waist. He did the same to Pamela. The soft bodies on each side of him felt great. "I always wondered what it would feel like to fuck two women at the same time. Do you two think you can stop fighting long enough to show me?"

Without waiting for their answer, Kurt stripped. He was encouraged when neither woman said anything. Their silence indicated that they were interested in his suggestion. "You don't have to be jealous of Mrs. Murphy, Mom," he said when he was naked. He put his arm back around the naked blonde and squeezed one of her big, hot tits. "Just because I fuck her doesn't mean I'm going to stop fucking you."

Gloria watched her son play with Pamela's fat tits. Now, instead of so much jealousy, she felt a growing heat in her body as she watched Kurt hold and feel the other woman's body.