Robert Vickers: Her lover son

Joleen lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time. The tiny cracks that had begun to appear in the plaster didn't interest her. The woman's mind was on her relationship with Harold, how rotten it had become. Then she lovingly thought of Larry and how fine it had been to have him fuck her. He had even fucked her up the ass.

That had been the first time for her. And that decided her to go to Larry's party for sure. If she could find someone who interested her, who could satisfy her body's sexual hungers, it would be time well spent. And if she didn't find someone who would fuck her cross-eyed, the time wouldn't be wasted. She could be getting pleasantly drunk and forget all about her problems.

Otherwise, she'd just sit around the house getting drunk all by herself, feeling miserable and maybe watching the crummy situation comedies on television.

Joleen was uncertain how to dress for the party, and Larry had long since gone to spend the afternoon wherever he went. The woman was certain her son didn't bother to go to school any more. Exactly what he did with his time, she wasn't sure. She didn't really care one way or the other, either.

As long as he didn't turn out like his father, Joleen figured everything would be all right.

Joleen finally decided that the clothes she wore around the house would be the best choice. Larry's friends would all be high school age, or so she imagined.

Joleen Jensen was in for a big surprise.

She hesitantly approached Katherine's apartment. The noise from inside was muted, but still audible outside. Nothing too loud to provoke the neighbors into calling the cops, but there was still enough noise to let Joleen know she had found the right place. She self-consciously rubbed her sweaty palms on her blue jeans and wondered if the embroidered work shirt she wore would be considered out of place.

Would everyone consider her to be an outsider trying to butt in on their fun? Or would it be like Larry said? Everyone would either accept her or not, and on their own terms. It would be interesting to meet people who formed opinions on their own without being influenced by dress or background. The dreary people that Harold dragged home with him were all such snobs. Dollar signs seemed to be in their eyes whenever they looked over the house. And the bitches in the bridge club were just as bad. Everything was money, money, money.

Joleen would have been willing to bet anything not a singe one of these old biddies had had a good fuck within the last six months.

She knocked timidly, then louder as her confidence grew.

Katherine came to the door. Joleen recognized her immediately by the flame-red hair. She quickly studied her son's girlfriend and decided he had good taste in women. Katherine was tall, a bit on the stocky side. But everything was in the right place and there was lots of it.

Katherine didn't have a beautiful face, but it was passable. Her body, however, was obviously her primary asset. In more ways than one. The redhead had an ass that just didn't quit. It was round and firm. It bounced slightly as she walked, rolled around with a swaying motion that Joleen appreciated, even envied.

The other girl's tits were almost fully exposed. She, too, wore a blue work shirt with embroidered pornographic designs. Hers was unbuttoned and hanging loose to reveal the whiteness of the huge tits underneath. They drooped a bit under their own weight, but those mounds of titflesh were a real turn on. Joleen couldn't understand it exactly, but she found herself getting all itchy in the cunt just looking at the lovely red-haired Katherine.

In some way Joleen didn't quite understand, her own son's girlfriend turned her on.

"Yeah?" said Katherine, then, recognizing Joleen, she exclaimed, "Hey! You're Larry's old lady! Come on in! The party's just getting started!"

"Thanks." Joleen went in clutching the bottle of bourbon she had brought. Inside the small apartment were a half-dozen people lounging around in various states of undress. A couple of men were stripped to the waist. Joleen's heart beat faster at the sight of one of them. The hairy mat on his chest and the bulging biceps made her want to rip off her clothes, go stuff her cunt into his face and beg him to fuck her as hard as he could.

Joleen refrained from the impulse as Katherine told her, "The glasses and ice are out in the kitchen. Go ahead and help yourself to anything you want."

The meaning was clear.

Joleen made her way through the crowd to the small kitchen and fixed a strong drink. She thought she might need it. The faint aroma of grass drifted to her, but she decided this was one of the things she'd have to put up with. To get a chance at fucking the guy with the broad chest, she'd put up with a hell of a lot.

She made her way back to the living room and stood, watching the scene in progress. Katherine was busy putting another stack of records on the stereo. Joleen wasn't all that much into rock music, but she thought she recognized the song that was starting.

Katherine went back to her intimate discussion with a skeleton-thin teenager sitting on the sofa. The boy's hand drifted to the open blouse and fondled Katherine's big tits. The girl didn't seem to mind. Quite the contrary, she seemed to encourage it. Katherine reached over and was soon stroking the guy's zippered crotch. Joleen could see the outline of the guys cock pressing against his jeans as he got harder and harder from the handjob.

Just watching made Joleen hot. She didn't come to this party to listen to music or get drunk or watch others making out.

She came to get fucked.

A voice from the floor said, "Aren't you a bit lonesome up there? All by yourself?"

Joleen looked down and saw a guy, maybe eighteen or nineteen, staring up at her. "It is a bit lonely. What do you suggest to cure that piss-poor condition?"

"For starters, how about you getting that fine ass of yours down here where I can see if it's real or not."

"It's real. No padding."

"I don't believe it. It's too perfect not to be padded out."

Joleen felt the boy's hand creeping up her leg, massaging and squeezing her calf. That was all it took for Joleen to collapse to the floor and lay beside the man.

He wasn't too bad-looking. Not the muscular type like the dude across the room, but he was adequate for what Joleen wanted. Besides, she suspected it didn't matter what kind of equipment the guy had as long as he could use it well.

Her gaze followed her hand to his groin. She saw the bulge under his jeans, then felt the outline of a cock under her fingers. A quick motion freed his cock. Joleen eagerly grabbed it and began stroking up and down.

The guy gulped hard when he felt the friction along his cock.

"Damn, you don't waste any time, do you? My name's Ray."

"Mine's Joleen. And why don't you put that damn thing out and unbutton my blouse?"

Ray looked surprised and then passed the roach along to someone behind him. Joleen heard him say, "I won't be needing this for a while."

When Ray turned back, however, he didn't even attempt to work on the buttons holding Joleen's shirt together. He reached to her waist and undid her belt. Then he slid his hands around her to her well-fleshed ass.

"Damnation!" he exclaimed. "You weren't shitting me! Those are for real! Not a bit of padding anywhere I can feel!" His fingers were cool on her asscheeks. When Ray began to squeeze, Joleen returned the favor and clamped down on his cock. She rubbed up and down his prick, feeling it quiver and jerk under her handling. The woman's fingers traced out the huge blue vein along the shaft, then drifted up its length to the head of the huge cock.

Joleen lightly ran her fingernails over the sensitive cockhead, then pressed the tip between her fingers. Ray gasped but said nothing.