Chapter 9

School was school – never any change – the instructors drone on and on, assign homework and reading assignments and wait for the next bunch of students when the hour is up. The students sit through boring lectures from people who don't seem to have any connection to the real world outside the school doors and then move on to the next classroom.

No one joined me for lunch even though I saw both Angie and Nancy there,

Fred put me on the punch press, another machine I knew from my high school shop classes. Just before quitting time Fred told me that I needed to go up to the office and see Marge. She was waiting for me when I got there.

"Daddy is going out of town tomorrow and he will be gone until sometime Thursday."

"What time do you want me there?"

"Not this time stud. This time I'm going with him. I just wanted to give you a heads up. Your daddy is still worried about your mother stepping out on him and he is going to ask you to play babysitter again. Only he won't put it that way of course. It will be the old "I worry about her being alone" story. He isn't going to be back here from his meeting at Clawson Industries before you leave so he will no doubt ask you when he gets home. I'm just giving you advance notice so you won't make plans for Tuesday and Wednesday nights and also so you will have time to change any that you already have. You okay with being her babysitter?"

"Not a problem although I would much rather you stay home and let me come over and play."

"Next week stud. I wish I could have you over tonight, but I have laundry and ironing to do before I can pack for the trip. Close the door."

I closed the door and she came around the desk and gave me a passionate kiss.

"Consider that a promise of things to come."

I saw Shelly when I came out of Marge's office and she blew me a kiss. I debated asking her if she wanted to make a quick trip to the basement, but decided against it. She said that she didn't want to take any more chances so I'd honor that.

I was just reaching to turn the key and start the car when my cell phone went off. The screen said that the call was from Pam.

"Hubby just left for San Diego and I'm all alone in this big ole house. Does that give you any ideas?"

"I can be there in fifteen minutes."

I parked one block over so as not to give nosy neighbors anything to wonder or gossip about. I walked to Pam's house and Pam was waiting for me at the door when I walked up onto the porch.

As soon as I was in the house and the door was closed Pam went to her knees in front of me, unzipped me and took out my cock. She gave it a couple of licks and sucks and then stood up, said "Hurry" and headed for her bedroom. We got naked and she turned down the covers and got on the bed. She spread her legs wide and I knew what she wanted and I got down and started eating her sweet pussy. I worked on her for maybe three minutes or so and then she pushed me away and got up on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at me.

"Puppy fuck me lover; treat me like your bitch."

I moved in behind her and she was so hot and wet that I slid right in. I started fucking her and she was moaning and pushing back at me. We had been at it maybe six or seven minutes and I could feel my release approaching when she pulled away from me and scrambled from the bed while crying:

"Oh fuck! Grab your clothes and hurry."

"What's wrong?"

"The garage door opener is running. He missed his flight or forgot something. Hurry; move damn it, move! Go out through the patio door. I'll call you, but hurry."

I grabbed my clothes and then ran naked through the dinning room and out the patio door. I turned and went to the side of the house and out of sight of the door and any windows. Thank God it was dark out. Praying that the neighbors weren't looking out their windows I hurriedly dressed. When I was putting on my shoes and socks I found that I was missing one sock. Was it in the bedroom or did I drop it somewhere between the bedroom and the patio door in my mad rush to get out of the house?

I moved back to the corner of the house and looked toward the patio door. The sock was lying just outside the door on the patio. Did I dare go get it? Where in the house was Mr. Evans? Was he where he could see out the patio door? If I left the sock there and Mr. Evans found it would it mean anything to him? Would he think the wind blew it there or maybe think a neighborhood dog had dropped it crossing the property? Or would he start thinking thoughts about Pam? I didn't want that to happen.

I crept over to the patio door and cautiously peeked around the door frame. I didn't see anyone so I took a deep breath and then dashed over, grabbed the sock and hurried toward my car. My heart was hammering. What would have happened if Pam hadn't heard the garage door opener run? What would have happened if Mr. Evans would have caught us? I shuddered to think of it.

Never again! Next time we would wait until he reached where he was going and called home to let Pam know where to reach him if needed. It would mean wasting a night, but better safe than sorry.

When I got home mom wasn't home and dad did what Marge had said he would. He asked me to stick close to home while he was gone. He didn't tell me that he thought mom was cheating; just that he was worried about leaving her alone while he was gone.

"There is just so much crazy shit going on in the world any more that I worry about her being here alone."

I assured him that I didn't have anything going for the next couple of days and that I would stay close to home and he thanked me for being so understanding.

Mom wasn't home by the time I went to bed, but the next morning she woke me up with a blow job. I could hear the shower running so I knew that she was just fucking with me. As soon as she saw that I was awake she said:

"If you would like me to finish this come straight home from work" and then she got up and left me. Just in time too. I heard the shower stop just as she opened my door to leave.

Nothing other than the usual happened at school. At lunch I saw Bert Cummings sitting with Angie and Nancy sitting on the other side of the room watching them. Gail joined me, spotted Angie and Bert and made the comment that it seemed like Nancy knew what she was talking about. Gail wanted to know if she could see me that night and I had to tell her that I had to do something for my dad for Tuesday and Wednesday after work (and it wasn't a lie), but I was free for the rest of the week. She asked me to keep Thursday clear for her and that she wouldn't mind locking up Saturday either. I told her I might be able to give her Friday, but that I couldn't commit to Saturday just yet.

"I told Natasha I would call her and arrange a sit down to talk. I don't know what time it will be or how it will go. I might end up getting so steamed I won't be good company for anyone."

"Well I can't do Friday because I have to go with my mom to visit my Aunt Jody."

At work Fred put me on the punch press again and after work I headed straight home. I found mom working on dinner in the kitchen with nothing but an apron and high heels. She was stirring something with a spoon and she pointed the spoon at me and said:

"Strip. We will start with dessert and work up an appetite. After eating you can have seconds on dessert. Maybe even thirds if you are a good boy."

I stripped right there in the kitchen and had my dessert on the kitchen floor. The tile floor was a little hard on the knees, but you can overlook a lot of discomfort when you are sliding a hard cock into a hot, wet and very willing pussy while hearing:

"Miss mommy's pussy baby? That's it motherfucker, fuck mommy; fuck mommy hard and make her cum."

After we both got off we sat down and ate dinner. I was constantly amazed at the Jekyll and Hyde aspect of my mom. Less than a minute after the 'little girl sounding mommy voice' she is holding a normal conversation with me about my day at school and at work. I know full well that as soon as dinner is over and the dirty dishes have been taken care of the 'mommy' personality will be back. She turns it off and on like it was a light switch.

I washed and mom dried and sure enough as soon as the last plate was put into the cupboard mom said:

"Is mommy's motherfucker ready to fuck mommy?"

I was and I did. We fell asleep cuddled up with each other. Mom woke me with her hot mouth and she had me do her ass after which we showered which ended up with me back on the bed fucking her in the missionary position. Then another shower after which she tried to get me back on the bed, but I pushed her away and told her she was going to have to feed me if she wanted me to have the strength to keep on going. I had no classes on Wednesday and while I usually used the day to do research at the library and a day to work on homework and papers that were due I decided that I was going to stay home with mom. After all, I did promise dad I would stay close right?

After breakfast she drug me back into the bedroom and had me fuck her in the missionary position with her legs up on my shoulders until we both got off and then she sucked me hard and mounted me cowgirl. That was followed by sixty-nine and then anal. We napped for about two hours and then we went sixty-nine until I was hard enough and then she had me do her in the butt. She wanted more, but I was done! She tried for half an hour to get me up, but it just wasn't happening. If she could have gotten me up I would have taken off work and stayed home.

Fred put me on the sheet metal shear to cut metal for use in making parts. I spent three hours cutting 4' x 8' sheets of .060 aluminum diamond plate into 16" x 10" pieces. Talk about monotonous and boring. I was damned glad I had something to look forward to other than thirty years in a machine shop.

I half expected to find mom in high heels and an apron when I got home, but she was dressed to go out.

"Clean up and put on a sports coat" she said. "We are going out to eat tonight."

I took a quick shower, got dressed and when I got back downstairs I asked where she wanted to go.

"I feel like Italian tonight. How about Angelina's?"

Mom sat next to me on the drive to the restaurant with her hand on my cock all the way.

"I'd take it out and play with it" she said, "But I want it later so I don't want to chance an early accident."

After dinner I asked, "What now?"

"We are going to visit a friend."

I was surprised when she told me to drive over to Mary's house. I was even more surprised when we got to Mary's and found her waiting for us in only high heels and thigh highs.

"He is not averse to this I take it" Mary said to mom.

"He doesn't know. It is a surprise."

Mom kissed me and then said, "I told you the other night I was willing to share you with Mary."

As she was saying that Mary was undressing me.

It was too wild to describe.

I ate Mary while mom sucked me. I fucked mom while eating Mary. I fucked Mary while eating mom. The two of them lay side by side while I finger fucked one while sucking the tits of the other and then I switched. Mom and Mary in a sixty-nine with Mary on top and me behind her driving my cock into her tight ass. Mom and Mary sucked my cock at the same time alternating sucks and then while I rested I watched then sixty-nine each other.

Watching your mom sixty-nine with a woman you have just fucked. How weird is that?

As erotic and mind blowing as it was it had to end when my pee-pee cried out "Enough all ready!" Mom and Mary swapped tongues when we said goodnight and Mary said:

"We just have to do this again" and mom said, "Count on it."

On the drive home mom said, "Surprised that mommy is a bisexual slut?"

"Mommy's motherfucker is constantly surprised at what mommy does. Mommy's motherfucker also loves every fucking bit of it and just wished that he had a perpetual hard on so he could do the insatiable slut justice."

She laughed and said, "I am a slut aren't I?"

"And I love it."

The phone was ringing when we walked in the door. I was closest to it so I answered it and it was dad.

"Where has everybody been? I've been calling off and on for over an hour."

"I took mom out to dinner at Angelina's and then she decided that she wanted to be a kid again so we went roller skating at Skate City."

Mom was listening to my side of the conversation and she gave me thumbs up and then she came over and went to her knees in front of me. She took out my cock and started sucking it. I knew what she was doing and what she wanted so I drug out the conversation for a bit before finally asking him if he wanted to talk to mom. He did so I handed her the phone and then sucked on her tits and finger fucked her while she talked to him.

Amazingly the pee-pee that had earlier said "no mas" suddenly wanted to play again. I lifted mom's skirt, pushed the thong aside and then, while she leaned against the wall with one hand while holding the phone in the other, I slowly fucked her from behind. When she said goodbye and hung up the phone I fucked her harder as she braced herself against the wall and cried:

"Harder! Harder damn it! Fuck your slutty mommy baby; make mommy your fucking bitch!"

I pulled out of her, pushed her down onto the floor and then fucked her as hard as I could. I don't know how many times she got off, but by the time I did I was exhausted. We lay there on the floor breathing heavily and she rolled over, hugged me and kissed me.

"I don't feel the least bit bad about this baby. The entire time he was talking to me he had his dick buried in Marge. I know because I could smell it coming through the telephone wires. But you don't care about that do you! If he wasn't fucking her I wouldn't be fucking you. You should send Marge a thank you card or something to show your appreciation."

The thought of showing Marge 'my appreciation' caused my dead cock to twitch and since mom had it in her hand she felt it.

"Oh goodie! Mommy's motherfucker wants to fuck mommy again."

She went to work on me, but even her magic mouth couldn't make it happen. We went to bed, snuggled into each other and fell into an exhausted slumber.

I was so whipped that the alarm clock and mom's ritual wake up blow job didn't wake me although when I finally did come to life, albeit a little bit groggily I was in mom's mouth. Try as she might she couldn't get me up, but when I was awake enough I pushed her away and then went down on her and stayed with it until I got her off.

I was too late to make my first class, but I was on time for the second. Gail joined me at lunch and we firmed up our date for the evening. She made it clear that what she wanted was a Starlight date and while I smiled and said, "You got it" I was wondering if I would be able to get it up for her. It would be a little over eighteen hours since Mom and Mary destroyed me so it might be okay.

Fred put me to work powder coating and that filled up the rest of the afternoon. I saw dad and Marge pull into the parking lot and I was pulling out and they waved and I waved back. I was on my way to Gail's when my phone went off.

"Want some sloppy seconds stud? Only two hours old."

"Damn the rotten luck. If you had called around noon and given me a heads up I would have said hell yes."

"But?"

"I'm just pulling up in front of my date's house and she's already coming down the porch steps."

"Well don't give it all to her. Save some for me and keep tomorrow night open for me okay?"

"I can do that."

"See that you do stud. See you tomorrow."

I fibbed. I was still a couple of miles from Gail's, but if I had told Marge that I was sure that she would have tried to talk me into breaking my date with Gail. It doesn't speak well of me that I would have probably given it some serious thought.

Just as I pulled up in front of Gail's my phone went off again and I saw it was Pam.

"Can you talk?"

"Yeah. I'm alone."

"I'm sorry for the other night. His wallet fell out of his pants pocket while he was dressing and they wouldn't let him get a ticket without ID. By the time he got home it was too late to go back and catch his flight. He had to wait until the next morning. I'll make it up to you baby; I promise."

"I'm going to hold you to it."

"Kisses. Bye."

"Bye sexy."

I asked Gail if she would like a bite to eat or want to catch a movie first, but she said that she had been laid in a while and that is what she was hungry for.

"You have to understand Bobby that with you and Tom I was used to getting it almost daily." She was silent for maybe a minute and then she said, "I'm giving Tom sixty days to respond to the fact that I didn't answer his last letter. If I don't hear from him in that time he is history. Of course he may still be history even if I do hear from him. Depends on what he says. After that I don't care who I'm with if or when he comes back. I won't be leaving them for him."

I was able, just barely, to scratch Gail's itch before taking her home. When I dropped her off we made a date for Saturday although I did tell her there was a possibility of me being in some sort of mood after my sit down with Natasha. She laughed and told me that she knew how to brighten any mood I might have and I guessed that she was right about that.

My dad was still up when I got home and he told me that his trip was fruitful. He had a long term deal with Excel that made expansion a thing that had to happen and not just something to consider and talk about.

"The quickest and least expensive way is still the second shift" I threw out and dad said he thought that I was right.

"Another thing to give some thought to is maintenance" I said. Right now if we have a problem with a machine we call the factory and they send some one. The machine sits idle for a couple of days until the factory tech gets here and then maybe another day or two if a part has to be ordered.

"With machines running twice as long breakdowns will happen more often. You should really give some thought to having your own machine maintenance department. You will still have a day or two downtime if a part has to be shipped in, but even there I'll bet the factory rep can give you a list of the most commonly used parts and you can stock them on site.

"One other thing. Johnson Brothers just closed down and put a lot of people out of work. If you act fast you might be able to pick up a lot of those skilled people before they find other jobs out of town or out of state and pack up and move. That could be your second shift right there."

"Maybe you should just forget college and come to work. You seem to have a good grip on thing without a degree."

"Oh no! No way! I'm going to get that degree."

"You have any more good ideas?"

"One more off the top of my head. You keep getting new business and you will eventually need to expand and you know how hard it is to get the necessary permits and clearances. You know how the city and county are about their tax base so now would be a good time to get with a few council members and let them know that you would like to keep a lot of the skilled Johnson Brothers workers around and put them to work, but that you need to expand to do it.

"Tell them that the bureaucratic nightmare of getting permits and clearances to expand will keep you from doing anything in a hurry and by the time you get them the skilled workers will have relocated and that will cause the local economy to suffer. Their homes will be a glut on the housing market and that will have a ripple effect on everything else."

"But if we put on a second shift we won't need to expand."

"Not right now, but the way you have been picking up new business lately who can tell. It won't hurt to get the process started now so you can be ready in case."

School was school and Gail joined me at lunch. I noticed Nancy coming through the line and I saw the nasty look she threw my way and it made me smile. Gail wanted to know what I thought was so funny and so I told her.

"She can't help it. She wants you so bad that it is driving her crazy that you cut her off before anything could get started."

"Her own fault."

"She knows it now, but that doesn't make it any easier for her."

I shrugged. I mean what else could I do?"

Fred had something new for me at work. He put me on the sheet metal brake. I'd learned to use one in high school shop class so he handed me a work order and a blueprint and I got to work. The parts required two bends – a sixty-five degree bend and a thirty degree bend and the order called for three hundred and fifty pieces. I had one hundred and thirty done by quitting time so I knew what I had to look forward to on Monday.

I swung by Marge's office and stuck my head in the door long enough to ask if we were still on.

"Meet you there in twenty" she said and I headed for her place.

I parked a block over and walked back to her place getting there just as she pulled up. She got out and asked me where my car was. I told her and I told her why.

"Dad just might get a wild hair up his butt and come over. Just being careful" I said as I remembered my cut short evening with Pam.

Something made me park where I did. I either had a super-duper fairy godmother or God has a special place in his heart for hormonal teenagers because I'd just finished sending a load into Marge's tight ass when the doorbell rang. Marge was just going to ignore it, but the ringing was persistent. Marge got up, went to the door and looked out the peep hole to see who it was and then she ran back to the bedroom.

"Get your stuff and get in the closet. It's your daddy."

We hustled to get me in and just as she got to the front door I saw it. It was like history repeating itself. A fucking sock! It was lying on the floor next to the bed. I peeked through the cracked door and saw Marge already opening the front door. I didn't have a prayer of getting to the damned thing and getting back into the closet without being seen. I could only hope that he didn't see it. Luckily dad was lagging behind Marge and when she got to the bedroom she saw it and kicked it under the bed without dad noticing.

"I would have thought that you would have had enough of me over the last two days" Marge said.

"The problem is that you get me all wound up and send me home horny. I got home and was all set to jump Madge's bones and she told me that Aunt Flo came to visit earlier in the day. I was so damned horny that I made an excuse to run to the store and I rushed over here."

He looked at the rumpled bed and asked, "Did I wake you?"

"I wasn't asleep yet, by I was getting close."

While dad was talking he was undressing and when he was naked he got on the bed. Marge got on the bed with him and sank down on him cowgirl. Through the slightly cracked open door I watched them fuck and hoped that they would hurry up and get done so he would get the hell out of the apartment and I could get back in the saddle. Marge looked sexy as hell bouncing up and down with her tits flying this way and that.

Dad must have been like me (or me like him) in that he couldn't get off with the woman on top. He rolled Marge onto her back and then pounded her until he came. Marge orgasmed at least twice during the process and when dad pulled out I expected him to dress and leave and hurry back home, but that proved to be wishful thinking on my part.

As soon as he was out of Marge he moved up and stuck his cock in her face. Marge was looking at the closet door knowing I was watching as she opened her mouth and accepted his dick. She sucked him and got him hard again while never taking her eyes off of the slightly cracked open door where she knew my eyes were.

Once he was hard dad got her up on her hands and knees and took her doggie. I hoped her asshole wasn't leaking my juice, but if it was I guess dad didn't notice. He got off while getting Marge off twice. He pulled out and said, "Thanks; I needed that" and he started dressing. Marge followed him to the door and watched out the window to make sure that he drove off and then she rushed back to the bedroom.

"Hurry stud; I'm so hot you could put a pan of water on my tummy and it would come to a boil."

I got on the bed with her and she grabbed my head and kissed me hard. She shoved her tongue in my mouth and then broke the kiss and gave me a wicked look and then said:

"Taste him stud? Taste daddy on my tongue?"

The cunt didn't know who she was dealing with, but I'd fucking show her. I pushed her down on her back and she spread her legs wide expecting me to plow right into her sloppy seconds. I moved between her legs and then I bent and put my face in her pussy. I shoved my tongue inside and moved it around and then moved up and mashed my mouth on hers. I pushed me tongue in her mouth and then pulled it out. I looked down into her face and said:

"Yeah! I tasted daddy."

I drove my cock into her cum filled cunt and then I fucked her as hard as I was able. When I was close to cumming I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders to give me a better angle and then I pulled my cock out of her cunt and drove it into her ass. Ten more hard strokes and I pushed a second load into her bowels, but I wasn't done yet.

I pulled out of her ass and quickly changed positions so my cock was near her face. I grabbed a handful of her hair forcing her to open her mouth to say "Ow!" and when she did I pushed my cock, fresh from her ass, into her mouth. I gripped her head and held it as I said:

"Suck it clean bitch!"

Her eyes were wide as she looked up at me. I jerked her hair and said, "Suck! Get it clean." I felt her tongue start to move and I smiled down at her and said, "Good girl. Good little slut."

I held her there until I felt my dick was clean enough (actually clean had nothing to do with it. I was getting hard) and then I pulled my cock out of her mouth and bent and kissed her. I sent my tongue into her mouth and probed and then she started probing back. I broke the kiss and said:

"Play your little slut games all you want, but don't you ever forget that I can play too."

She pushed me away and down on my back and then she swung over me and impaled herself on my cock. As she drove down she snarled:

"You better make me cum you little bastard or I'll cut off your dick and feed it to the garbage disposal."

"You will have to waddle to the sink to do it because I'll have cut off both your tits and stuffed them up your cunt."

We went after each other like a couple of animals and I think she got off four times before I busted my nut. I fell to the bed beside her and laud there looking up at the ceiling trying to catch my breath. I was wondering if Marge would ever let me darken her door again when I got my answer. Her hand found my limp cock and she started to fondle it as she said:

"Move in with me."

"I don't think dad would like that."

"Fuck your daddy."

"You are."

"Doesn't seem to bother you."

"It doesn't."

"Then move in with me."

"If I did my mom would never speak to me again."

"Why not?"

"Me living with the woman my dad has been fucking? Come on!"

"Are you saying that she knows?"

"You betcha."

"How could she have found out?"

"No idea, but she knows. She asked me to keep my eyes open at work and let her know about anything that I saw."

"Do you?"

"Of course not. It is more fun fucking you than snitching on you."

"Yes, there is that. What is she going to do about it?"

"Other than getting even? Probably nothing."

"Getting even?"

"Just between us right?"

"Of course."

"I don't know if she has a steady lover or just does one night stands, but whenever he goes out of town she goes out for the night. She has a freshly fucked look about her when she comes home."

"He thinks you are staying close to her to make sure that she doesn't do that."

"I don't get in the way. I even lie for her if he asks. When he called last night? She had just gotten in and I could tell she had been fucked, but I told dad I took her to dinner and then roller skating. After she talked to him and hung she told me that she could tell that he had his cock in you while he was talking to her. Was she right?"

"She was. You don't seem upset about what is going on."

"I'm not. They are grown ups and they get to make their own choices. For what it is worth mom says that she loves dad and has no intension of leaving him over what she calls some sport fucking. But she says that her mental health calls for her to stay even."

"Good for her. You have already seen with your own eyes that all it is with me and your daddy is sport fucking right?"

"Speaking of fucking I think you have me ready again."

I trusted Marge not to tell dad what I'd told her. We had already talked about why she was fucking dad. The reasons were strictly monetary. When he had first hired her as his secretary he had been totally up front about it. His secretary was paid four times the normal secretary's wage and it was expected that she would be expected to perform 'additional duties' and he spelled out what those duties would be.