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!"