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With the snakish grin of a man completely unburdened by his sins, Kevin Ralston calmly walked out of the seedy Western Pennsylvania motel room that he had just spent the day. A gruff and stony hint of satisfaction shimmered in his heartless blue eyes as he descended the rusty stairs and walked through the late afternoon dusk towards his car, hidden around the corner.

In his wake, Kevin had just left nearly two years worth of pent up anger, seething lust, and aching frustration laying in a soiled heap on the motel’s creaky and cover strewn bed. For the first time since he could remember, Kevin looked up at the sun slowly disappearing beneath the horizon and honestly looked forward to it rising up for the start of a new day.

* * * * *

18 Months earlier…….

The bright, antiseptic feel of the Somerset County Juvenile and Domestic Courtroom seemed to close in on Kevin Ralston as he stood his ground in front of the judge, like a cocky but clueless martyr, waiting for his sentence to be handed down.

The judge’s measured words rained down from the bench with indifferent precision as Kevin and his lawyer stood there listening. Kevin felt his court appointed council tap him on the back reassuringly as the judge’s words registered inside his head. It was almost as if his lawyer was congratulating him for only getting four months inside the Somerset County Juvi-Hall.

“It could have been a whole year or at least until you turn 18,” The lawyer told him with a satisfied smirk as he gathered his stuff to leave.

“Yeah… but you ain’t the one that has to serve it you sonofabitch,” Kevin fumed to himself as he allowed the deputies to take his hands into theirs.

* * * * *

The trip upstate hadn’t been all bad for Kevin, not that he would have ever suggested it to anyone for a way to spend a Summer vacation.

An only child to a less than affectionate Mother, Kevin’s life had simply been dysfunctional up to the point that his Father, a truck driver, died in an accident on the New Jersey Turnpike when Kevin was 11. The fact that he had lost his Father, the only real hero he’d ever had at such a vulnerable age, was made worse by the reality that his Mother had never shed a single tear for her lost husband. By having a Mother that didn’t show any sympathy, Kevin never felt comfortable grieving himself and that, combined with a multitude of other indiscret ions created a rather volatile path from adolescense to early adulthood.

That it took four months of 6am cattle calls and 10 pm lights out, along with his first taste of a loss of freedom was just what Kevin needed however to have the peace and quiet to put the first 17 years of his life into perspective.

Having lost the end of his Junior year of high school to the drug conviction, Kevin had been given the option of returning to high school in the Fall after his release from custody but he would have to repeat the 11th grade, leaving him a year behind his graduating class. An already indifferent student, that option didn’t readily appeal to Kevin, but a promise he had made to his paternal grandmother, years earlier, in the last days of her life about finishing high school caused Kevin to make the decision to give his education another try.

He was only two months away from turning 18 by the time he was released and wasn’t surprised a bit when his Mother, Pam Ralston, wasn’t anywhere to be found the day he could go home. Using the bus ticket the state provided to take him home, the whole 77 mile trip all Kevin could think about was Pam telling him on the phone that between her two jobs, she just didn’t have time to make the one hour drive to see him while he was held in the detention center. The fact that he would have probably spat in her face if she had was something Kevin bravely pictured in his mind the whole trip home until he finally arrived later that day at his Mother’s trailer to find her roasting in her normal state of alcohol induced ambivalence.

Walking by Pam as she sat there starring blankly at the TV, smoking a cigarette, Kevin deposited his weight on the sofa and realized that even though he had somehow changed, the world around him had not.

* * * * *

It took less than a week after re-enrolling for his Junior year at Clifton High that Kevin knew he had entered a race he just couldn’t win. Having had a Father that didn’t raise a quitter, Kevin gutted out the first few days of classes until the pressure simply got to be too much.

The stares and whispers of the other students that he had been the one who had spent all Summer at a detention center for getting busted for drugs was tolerable. In fact, if he hadn’t been such a loner, Kevin would have probably been the coolest kid in school. Kevin could also deal with the never ending stares from the school’s employees as well. Having been busted the year before on school grounds, he was sure his face had been plastered in every teachers’ lounge as someone to keep an eye on.

The final straw in Kevin’s self preservation came on the Thursday of his first week back at school when he was leaving his fifth period gym class to head upstairs for 6th period Biology.

Before Kevin even reached the stairs that would take him to the second floor for class, something caught his eye that brought back every bit mind numbing anger that had built up over the previous six months. Through the subway station like flow of the school’s hallway, Kevin’s fiery eyes latched on to someone that caused the blood pumping through his head to drown out the earsplitting drone around him.

Through the maze of bobbing and weaving bodies, Kevin fixated on Debra Stallings, the late 30ish computer and business teacher, who, although he could never prove it, was the one he felt assuredly had turned him in for dealing marijuana on school grounds the semester before. It was Debra Stalling’s room on the second floor that had the perfect view to see down into the shadowy outside stairwell that Kevin had used to make his deals.

The hundreds of other smiling and jovial faces filtered down the hall as Kevin’s eyes stayed glued on the teacher’s haggard face. A petite, almost frail, woman, Debra was having a difficult time keeping up with the flow of youngsters as she tightly clasped her overflowing briefcase against her chest, desperately trying to work her way through the crowd so she could get upstairs on time for her class.

Knowing she didn’t see him, or anyone else around her for that matter, as she awkwardly made her way for the staircase, Kevin slowed, then leaned back against the row of lockers behind him to observe as Debra scooted down the other side of the hall.

His anger now boiling, Kevin instantly clenched his fists together as he feet instinctively began pacing forward, following the teacher up the steps. By the time Debra had reached the second floor, Kevin was only six feet behind her as he blankly stalked the woman who had turned him in.

Gripping his blue backpack tightly against his shoulder to quell the demonic angst bubbling in his soul, Kevin seethed when he saw the tiny brunette reach her classroom and disappear inside. Standing like a statue for several moments, as countless students swirled past, Kevin finally turned on a dime and made his way back down the steps, somehow knowing that he was done with school.

Even though he had learned a good bit of self discipline from his four month incarceration, Kevin couldn’t fathom having to survive an entire school year of seeing Debra Stalling’s face without being tempted to do something that would lead to a much longer jail stint than the one he had just endured.

Dropping his backpack, with a thud, into one of the black trashcans that lined the main entrance to the school, Kevin Ralston calmly walked out of Clifton High for what would prove to be the last time as a student, just the same way he had done weeks earlier at the detention center, a free man.

* * * * *

For the better part of the next six months, Kevin kicked around doing a series of odd jobs, helping out with a friend’s landscaping company and hustling just to keep a few extra dollars in his pocket. Without school to fall back on, Kevin had initially been forced to listen to his Mother’s incessant bitching about him making a waste of his life and not helping out with the bills around the trailer but with his 18th birthday approaching, Kevin decided to cut the last vestiges of the umbilical cord before Pam Ralston got the chance.

Always one to take a hint, Kevin packed two gym bags full of his possessions and ended up going from one living room floor to another until he finally settled at his girlfriend Tina’s Mother’s townhouse on the other side of town.

Kevin’s daily routine didn’t change all that much once he moved in with Tina and Deloris Shantz. He gravitated from one job to the next but spent a majority of his time having sex with Tina when Deloris wasn’t home, eating everything he could in the fridge and smoking as much pot and drinking as much alcohol as he could from the money Tina made as a waitress at the local Waffle House.

* * * * *

It was an early October Tuesday morning at Deloris Shantz’s townhouse that Kevin groggily dragged himself out of bed and headed into the kitchen to find something to eat. Looking up at the clock above the stove, Kevin saw that it was 10 minutes till noon, just a little over an hour before Tina got home from her morning shift at Waffle House.

Scarfing down a bologna sandwich as he flipped on the TV, Kevin sat and watched Jerry Springer until Tina got home, not having a clue that by later in the afternoon, he would have a story that would even bring a chuckle of disbelief to Jerry Springer’s face.

A few minutes after 1 pm, Tina burst through the front door with as much bluster as her 5 foot 2 inch and 140 pound frame could muster, in the same piss-poor mood as usual as she hurriedly disappeared down the hall to change out of her greasy brown uniform. Ten minutes later, Tina emerged from her bedroom dressed wearing a long blue tee-shirt, and nothing else.

“Get me a beer,” Kevin matter-of-factly ordered when he saw Tina approaching out of the corner of his eye.

“You lazy piece of shit,” Tina venomously shot back, even though when she did disappear into the kitchen, she came back with a can of beer in each hands.

Tossing Kevin’s can down onto his bare belly, Tina cracked a lustful smile as she eased around the sofa and nestled down beside her boyfriend. Wrapping her naked legs around his stretched out frame, Tina seductively reached down and started to rub the inside of Kevin’s muscular thigh.

Each popped the tops to their beer and took a few sips before it appeared an invisible director had yelled the word, “Action,” and the two sat their cans on the coffee table, allowing their lips and groping hands to meet with laser-like precision.

Their mouths working like two hungry pistons, Kevin’s hands dug fervently into Tina’s fleshy thighs as she positioned her weight on top of him. Rolling their tongues in and around each other’s mouth, it appeared that the two lust struck lovers were becoming one as Tina planted her bare knees into the sofa cushions, straddling her boyfriend right across his waist.

Kevin could feel Tina’s superheated pussy leaking against his stomach as he spread his legs apart to position his crotch underneath her.

“You ready,” Kevin asked, in a tone that clearly stated he knew the answer.

“UHHMMPPAAHHHAAA,” Tina savagely grunted as she grinded her pelvis on top of her boyfriend’s torso.

Raising her hips slightly, Tina reached down with her sweaty fingers and dug her grip into Kevin’s cotton sweat shorts, yanking them cruelly down his legs until his jutting cock sprang free and majestically waved in the air.

“Fuck the shit out of me,” Tina hoarsely groaned as she watched Kevin’s manhood twitch and throb underneath her vagina.

Like a shrew in heat, Tina wrapped her tiny fingers around Kevin’s swollen pride and aimed it blindly for the burning pink target of her quim, just the same way she had done each afternoon and night since Kevin had moved in.

* * * * *

To afford the townhouse she and her Daughter had moved into, Deloris Shantz had committed herself to six days a week of ten hour shifts at the local plastic processing plant. No stranger to dealing with pain, Deloris have bravely worked through the initial stages of arthritis over the past few years, worked through the normal cuts and bruises that came with life on an assembly line as well as the mental anguish of having to raise a troubled Daughter, without a Father.

The one thing even Deloris had a hard time dealing with however, were the rare occasions when she was forced to endure the sickness and disorientation that came with the migraines that haunted her. That Tuesday happened to be one of the days that Deloris was burdened by the dark storm clouds of a serious headache. Even though she had dealt with worse ones over the years, by the time she had made it to her afternoon lunch break, Deloris decided surrender was the better part of sensibility and informed her boss that she was going to take the rest of the afternoon off.

By the time Deloris had clocked out and began her 20 minute trek home, she instantly started to feel a little bit better by simply not having to listen to the constant drone of the plant’s loud engines pounding in her ears. Taking a left hand turn that put her on the street she lived, all the 42 year old woman could think about was getting out of her clothes and spending the rest of the day closed up in her bedroom, sleeping off the headache.

What Deloris saw as she neared her driveway however, caused her to instantly recoil.

“Damn.. she’s home already,” Deloris hummed to herself, seeing Tina was already home from work and knowing if Tina was home so was Kevin, who was most likely lounging around as if he owned the place.

Pulling into the driveway with a determined scowl, Deloris fought the urge to slam the car door shut, fearing the reverberations would only cause her throbbing head to feel worse. After gently closing the car door, Deloris turned and slowly started to make her way up the walk to the front porch. Before she had even taken two full steps up onto the porch however, a bone-jarring sense of disbelief overwhelmed the tired woman.

The blood inside Deloris Shantz’s veins seemed to freeze as her eyes caught a peek inside the living room’s huge bay window. An animalistic gasp of shock escaped Deloris’s mouth and her feet came to a paralysed halt six feet from the glass. With a combination of disgust and embarrassment, Deloris turned her head from the sight of her Daughter and Kevin engaged in a brutal coupling inside. Standing there with her head turned for more than a few agonizing moments, Deloris deliriously tried to decide whether or not to burst into the house to put a stop to the encounter or to simply disappear for a while and save herself the trauma.

Her eyes glued to the ground, Deloris vacillated on the edge of the porch for nearly a minute, trying to convince herself that what she saw inside wasn’t happening. Even though she was enough of a realist to know that Tina and Kevin had been having sex under her roof, to actually be confronted with it was something that caused Deloris’s stomach to roll.

Finally deciding to retreat back towards the driveway, the acid etched image of Tina straddling Kevin’s crotch filled Deloris’s head as she fumbled in her purse to find her car keys. By the time she had finally turned the ignition and started to back out of the looping driveway, to find a quiet place to calm her nerves, Deloris had no clue that when she finally switched the gearshift into forward to drive off, at that very moment, the 18 year old boy she had been allowing to live under her roof was sending a scalding jet spray of jism deep into her only Daughter’s slurping womb.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly in her numb hands, Deloris anxiously but fruitlessly searched the floorboard for an extra pack of cigarettes. “SHIT,” She yelled out loud as she helplessly drove on, fighting off the constant images of Kevin screwing Tina in her head as she swerved aimlessly through traffic.

By the time Deloris had reached the safety of the local convenience store’s parking lot, she eased herself into a far away stall and sat there trying to compose herself, sensing full well, Tina was less than a mile away, cleansing her lazy boyfriend’s cock with her thirsty mouth.

“BITCH,” Deloris angrily spat out, not knowing if she meant it for her slut of a Daughter or possibly for her own cowardly weakness and denied jealousy.

In desperate need of a smoke, Deloris peeled herself out of her car and walked like a zombie across the lot. Once inside the store, she seemed oblivious to the presence of the other people milling around as she stoically asked the clerk for a pack of Marlboro Lights, handed him $4 and turned without even getting her change.

Anxiously ripping the plastic off the top of the pack, Deloris scooted back to her car, trying to muster the courage to return home to face her Daughter and Kevin.

* * * * *

Putting out the third cigarette she had smoked during the five minute trip home, Deloris wheeled her vehicle into her driveway for the second time that afternoon with a renewed determination to reclaim her home as her own. Slamming the car door shut this time so everyone around could hear, Deloris made it a point to stomp across the porch, giving fair warning to the two inside that she had arrived.

Her purse swinging wildly against her shoulder as she beat a path to the front door, Deloris’s hand looked like a heat seeking missile as it reached for the doorknob. Determined not to shy away from any confrontation, Deloris didn’t even attempt to sneak a peek inside the window as she passed by to see if the two teenagers were still fucking on the couch before she entered.

Forcing the front door open with commando fury, Deloris prepared to yell at the two as soon as she entered but when she finally did step into the house, all she saw was Kevin sitting shirtless on the sofa with his feet propped up on the coffee table.

Casting a hateful glance at the lazy 18 year old, Deloris gathered all her strength and slammed the front door shut, causing the physically spent kid on the sofa to jump slightly.

“What they Hell was that for?” Kevin sarcastically asked the older woman.

“Don’t you worry what the Hell that was for… It’s MY house… MY name on the fucking rent check every month.. now shut up and get the Hell out,” Deloris angrily snarled as she slipped past the sofa for the sanctuary of her kitchen.

As she passed by a still seated Kevin, Deloris could hear the shower running from the bathroom down the hall and got a sick taste in her mouth knowing why Tina was taking a shower and just what she was trying to scrub off and out of her.

In a maddening rush, Deloris threw her purse onto the counter as she made a beeline for the window that looked out over kitchen sink. Finally able to allow the reservoir of tears that she was holding back to flood down her cheeks, the disheveled woman sobbed to herself as she looked out at two birds dancing on the electrical wire that looped up to the house.

“Why the fuck can’t I just fly away like them?” Deloris groaned internally as the adrenaline of her embarrassment and anger pounded in her head.

So loud was that pounding in fact, that Deloris didn’t hear it when Kevin sprung up off the sofa and started to make his way from the living room into the kitchen. It wasn’t until she felt the floor begin to vibrate underneath her feet that she knew Tina’s imposing boyfriend was creeping up behind her. Turning her head meekly to the right so she could steal a glance at him over her shoulder, Deloris cringed when she saw his brooding, shirtless frame closing in.
“All he wants is another beer from the refrigerator,” Deloris tried telling herself reassuringly as she dabbed awkwardly at the stream of tears leaking down her cheek.

“Leave me alone,” Deloris heard herself beg, in a voice she barely recognized as her own.

Allowing her slanted gaze to drift even lower, Deloris couldn’t help but notice the protruding bulge and matching wet spot that lined the front of the teenager’s cut off sweatshorts.

Twisting her head forward immediately, Deloris gulped from seeing the unmistakable evidence of the boy’s youthful virility, and the comprehension of what it had just been used for.

Clenching her teeth together, Deloris bravely kept her gaze trained forward, hoping all Kevin wanted in the kitchen was to get him something cold to drink. Waiting in perplexed silence for the sound of the refrigerator door to open, Deloris’s heart sank with each moment that passed when the door didn’t.

She could hear Kevin’s breathing become shallower and shallower as he closed in from behind until her legs nearly went limp when he came to a halt only inches from her rear.

Gripping both hands tightly around the edge of the sink, Deloris felt as if a monster was examining her from behind. Fighting to take every breath she could, Deloris literally shrieked out loud when Kevin nimbly pressed his crotch forward, causing his concealed penis to lightly tap the back of her exposed leg.

Her foundation turning completely to jelly, Deloris gripped the sink as if her life depended on it as Kevin playfully and patiently rubbed his wet, protruding but sheathed rock back and forth against her bare goose-pimpled skin.

“Errgghh,” Deloris moaned, nearly inaudibly, as she listened for the shower in the other room. “I can’t… I can’t…. we can’t.. leave me alone… can’t… She’ll catch us…. stop.”

“No,” Kevin emotionlessly replied.

Unable to hear a single crack or hint of conscience in Kevin’s dry answer, Deloris slammed her eye lids shut an instant before the 18 year old’s left hand reached around her body and clasped tightly around sweaty hand.

Like a bear in a trap, Deloris squirmed in a tepid fit of resistance before realizing she was no match for the brooding and careless youngster. Feeling her elbow and shoulder joint cruelly twisted backwards, Deloris cringed out loud when her left arm was completely folded behind her back as if a cop was preparing to handcuff her.

Despite the fact that her circulation was slowly decreasing in the arm, Deloris’s numb fingers could still feel the moist cottony texture of Kevin’s cumstained shorts as he glided her hand back and forth across his clothed erection.

“URGGHH,” Deloris muttered, her gaze still trained forward.

“You know where that cock’s been don’t ya.. Huh.. you know exactly why that things so sloppy right now… why do you think your Daughter’s in there taking a shower… .. umhummm,” Kevin groaned harshly into the older woman’s reddened ear.

Deloris understood with sick clarity why Kevin’s manhood was in such shape, in fact she found herself having to close her eyes because the brief snippet of memory of seeing the two entwined on the sofa when she came home the first time was playing like a big screen picture, over and over, in the glass window right in front of her bloodless face.

“Stop,” the 42 year old woman meekly trembled. “She’ll…. catch you…”

“You don’t want me to,” Kevin spat back confidently, “You jealous, conniving little Bitch…. you ain’t had a man in so long.. it makes you sick that your little prissy Daughter can get it anytime she wants!”

“Arrgghh,” Deloris squirmed, as Kevin’s pointed words and throbbing cock caused her entire mind and body to dangerously sway. “Noooo,” She aimlessly whispered, knowing Kevin’s accusation was completely prophetic.

Grinding Deloris’s hand against his freshly aroused cock, Kevin brazenly taunted down to his girlfriend’s Mom in a relentless hiss.

“I just fucked Tina with that.. right before you came home.. and now she’s in there in the shower.. and you know what… she’s gonna come out of that bathroom in a few minutes with a towel wrapped around that sweet little body of hers… and she’s gonna pissed to see you home early from work… cause she’s gonna be ready to fuck again… she can’t get enough and when she sees you standing there.. she ain’t gonna be very fucking happy!” Kevin mockingly bellowed.

Looking down over the older woman’s trembling shoulder, Kevin was emboldened by the sight of Deloris’s two nipples straining mightily out of the front of her sheer white top.

“Good God Bitch.. you ain’t been fucked in so long have you.. I can smell it from here,” He wickedly continued.

With his left hand still gripping Deloris’s against his crotch, Kevin reached forward with his right arm and guided it between the flinching woman’s waist and the sink in front of her. Flexing his long, rough fingers outwards, Kevin closed his palm right over top of Tina’s Mom’s crotch.

“Spread your legs… APART, Kevin haughtily ordered as he felt every drop of blood in his body rush towards his burning penis.

“OHH.. YEAH.. that’s right.. you hand feels just like Tina’s does when she gives me a hand job through my pants.. did you teach her how to do that… Huh?” Kevin taunted, using the older woman’s secured hand like a paint roller against his genitals.

Pressing his fingertips all the way down against the front of Deloris’s pants, Kevin leaned in and bit his front teeth down roughly around the stunned woman’s earlobe at the same time he palmed her crotch.

“Don’t turn around.. keep your fucking face forward!”, Kevin ordered, sensing the older woman’s will to turn around and face him.

“Just like I thought,” He beamed proudly the moment he was able to swim his fingers inside her pants and rub them against the soaked and swampy material of Deloris’s lacey pink panties. “You’re all wet down there.. how about that?”

With Tina’s Mom’s left hand clenched inside of his, forced to massage his fleshy phallic log through his cumstained shorts, and her right hand still tightly wrapped around the sink’s edge for support, Kevin knew he had the older woman primed for his next move.

Digging his index and middle fingers directly into Deloris’s molten gash, the seething teenager took sick pride in the way Ms. Shantz’s legs turned to mush in front of him as his probing digits disappeared inside her undersexed quim.

“That pussy of yours hasn’t been fucked in years has it.. its tighter than Tina’s by far, Kevin groaned wonderously, feeling the warmth of Deloris’s feminine porage coat his corkscrewing right hand.

“Please.. don’t do this.. Kevin.. please ahh.. ahh.. ahhh… not here…. she’ gonna catch us… ahhh.. stop.. ,” Deloris gasped, her head bobbing back and forth on her neck as if it were filled with helium. “What.. what if she……”

“Don’t worry about that…. just shut up and keep fucking my fingers Bitch!” Kevin laughed cruelly.

Working his right hand into the opened slit of Deloris’s pants, Kevin’s wrist feverishly arched in and out of her shorts as he molested her steaming pussy. At the same time he was fondling her, Kevin held her left hand behind her back with the ferocity of a madman as he forced his girlfriend’s cowering Mother to give him a handjob.

“MMMPPHH,” Deloris groaned in aroused dismay.

“Uh.. huh.. you like that don’t ya.. you like it when a man takes over.. makes you his little slut… I can see where Tina gets it from now.. you’re both cock hungry sluts.. only difference is she goes out and gets it anytime she wants and all you do is lay in that bed of yours at night trying to hold your breath listening for the sounds of me fucking her.. ain’t that right!” Kevin nastily insinuated.

“ARGGHH,” was all Deloris could muster as she blushed from Kevin’s evil but true accusation.

“Yeah…. TAKE THAT.. YEAAAHHHH… squeeze my dick hard Bitch,” Kevin shouted through clenched teeth, right into Deloris’s horrifed but tingling ears. “You feel how hard it is… I only used it 10 minutes ago and feel it.. its all hard again.. ever been with a man who could get it back up that fast.. Tina’s getting ready to finish her shower and I guarenDAMNtee you all she’s thinkin’ about right now is coming back in here and sucking it some more… what do you think she’s gonna think when she’s sees her Witch of a Mom in the kitchen trampling all over her turf.. HUH… all bent over like a Bitch in heat letting him have his way with her.. HUH?”

“URRGGHH,” Deloris desperately squealed, her first non-self created orgasm in over a year now rising in her body like a burgeoning tsunami.

“Is it coming Deloris.. huh.. can you feel it rising up in your body.. can you.. Fuck knows I can.. all this hot shit drippin’ out your pussy right now would take the paint off a car.. come on.. COME ON.. why don’t you cum for me.. just like Tina does every time I nail her,” The sadistic teenager breathlessly spat as the woman withering in his arms began to lose all control.

“AAAAAAHHHHMMMPPHHHAAAAAMMMHHHH,” Deloris shrieked manically until her brown eyes rolled back in their sockets as she bucked like a convicted killer being executed between Kevin and the sink.

“Come on Bitch.. let all that cum bleed out of your cunt… YEAHAAHH.. soak those panties of yours.. YEAH.. COME ON.. soak my hand so I can make you lick it off!” Kevin snarled, relentlessly keeping his assault up until he heard Tina cut the shower off in the next room.

Squeezing Deloris’s body tightly against his, Kevin savagely bit down on the back of the moaning woman’s sweaty neck as he continued to force her left hand to fondle his pulsing dick.

Keeping his right hand buried inside of Deloris’s pants, Kevin rapidly rubbed his fingers across the aching woman’s greasy and erect clit until he could feel her spent body starting to drift towards the floor. Pulling back at the last possible moment, Kevin grinned wickedly seeing Deloris’s hands helplessly flail out to catch herself from falling to her knees.

Admiring the beads of sweat that dribbled down Deloris’s slightly graying reddish/brown hair and the way her shorts were stripped halfway down her lily white ass, Kevin reached inside the fridge to grab a beer as he watched Tina’s mom desperately try to pull herself together before her Daughter came out of the bathroom.

Walking over to Deloris one last time, Kevin reached around her quivering body and grabbed each of her full breasts in his hand, cupping them as if he owned them as he kissed her with feigned love, gently on her cheek.

Sticking his cum-smeared fingers against Deloris’s parched lips, Kevin rolled them like a Popsicle into the woman’s mouth until she was forced to swallowed the own nutrients of her guilty and depraved lust.

“Slut,” he scolded Deloris silently as heard the bathroom door squeak open and Tina’s footsteps start making their way up the hall.

Watching with sick humor as Deloris awkwardly tried pulling her shorts back up to button them, Kevin could see several streams of coal black mascara sliding down the woman’s face as she raised her arm to attempt to wipe away the residue. Standing there watching the older woman for one last pleasing moment, Kevin finally turned towards the entrance to the kitchen and waited for Tina to turn the corner.

Just as he expected, Tina sauntered into the kitchen, wrapped in a white towel that barely covered her breasts. Kevin watched her expression intently, waiting for it to dawn on his girlfriend that her Mother was standing there, home early from work.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Tina’s voice cracked, the moment she saw her half sobbing Mother standing by the sink.

The two women stared down each other for the better part of a half a minute before Tina turned towards Kevin to get any hint of what might be happening.

Kevin simply shrugged his shoulders and walked down the hall towards Tina’s room to grab his bags, leaving the two women alone while he gathered his stuff to leave.

Pure, unadulterated silence reigned in the house as Kevin stuffed his clothes into his two bags before heading out. Walking back out into the main part of the house, Kevin could feel Tina’s eyes burning a hole through him as he emerged from the hallway.

“Where are you going?” Tina angrily asked, alternating her rattlesnake like gaze between her boyfriend and Mom.

“I don’t know… don’t worry about it,” Kevin replied coyly. “I was simply told that it was time to leave… See ya.”

With that simple, sarcastically polite gesture, Kevin was out the door, leaving the two generations of the Shantz females to tear each other apart. Putting his right hand up to his face as he lit a cigarette, Kevin couldn’t help but breathe in Deloris’s arousal as it coated his fingers at the same time Tina’s cum was also crusting around his cock. The irony of that wasn’t lost of Kevin Ralston as he walked down the street to find another place to stay, knowing full well that both the women he had brought to orgasm within the past hour were in the townhouse directly behind him, having it out…
After crashing at a friend’s house for the next two nights, Kevin found himself haggard and hungry as he lugged himself across town to his Mother’s trailer.

Walking slowly through the grimy trailer park, Kevin smiled slightly seeing that his Mom’s car wasn’t parked out in front.

“Still at work… won’t have to listen to her Bitch for a while at least,” Kevin told himself as he cockily strode home.

As he neared Pam Ralston’s residence however, Kevin became perplexed by the sight of the front door swinging wide open despite the fact his Mom wasn’t home.

Cautiously scaling the front stoop, all Kevin could think in his bitter mind was that one of Pam’s convenience fucks was still in the house, lounging around while she was at work.

Reaching out for the ramshackle screen door’s latch, Kevin carefully let himself in, scanning the living room as if he were an investigating officer rather than the Son of the woman who lived there. Setting his overnight bags on the floor, Kevin’s attention was pulled towards the bathroom down the hall, where the sound of the hissing shower told him where the visitor was located.

Balling his fists together, Kevin’s already simmering anger started to seethe as he contemplated meeting the man that Pam Ralston had brought home for the night. As he was standing there waiting for the person in the shower to finish, the image of a strange purse resting on the rickerty couch in the corner caught his attention. Gliding quietly over to it, Kevin dropped his hand inside the inviting opening of the purse and pulled out the worn wallet.

Flipping it open, Kevin saw the driver’s license picture of one of his Mother’s friends, Jackie Smithson.

“Bitch,” Kevin groaned underneath his breath as he dropped the evidence back into the purse.

Jackie was one of his Mom’s best friends and most loyal drinking buddies. She also had a nasty habit of dating really bad men who often used Jackie’s face and body for batting practice whenever the booze and jealousy couldn’t find a good medium ground. Kevin couldn’t count the times Jackie had come running to Pam’s over the years to spend the night with two black eyes, or worse.

Hearing the shower shut off in the bathroom, Kevin pivoted his body toward the door down the hallway and patiently waited for Jackie to step out. Keeping his eyes riveted on the knob, Kevin fought the urge to crack a wicked smile when the door creaked open and the freshly shower frame of his Mother’s best friend stepped out, oblivious to the fact that Kevin was standing only 15 feet away, clad only in a skimpy and soaked towel that barely concealed her bosom.

“AAARGGHHH,” Jackie instantly screamed when she saw the brooding young man standing there, intently watching her.

Confused as to whether to cover her mouth to muffle her shrieks of shock or to use her arms to cover her near nakedness, Jackie tripped her way back into the bathroom, slamming the door so forcefully in the process that the whole trailer shook.

“You scared the shit out of me, Kevin,” the unsettled older woman screamed from the safety of the bathroom.

Turning his head, Kevin barely acknowledged Jackie’s venomous tirade as he disappeared into the kitchen to find something to settle his growling stomach. Kevin surveyed the contents of the fridge for about two minutes when he heard the bathroom door open again. Hearing Jackie rapid, angry footsteps ease up the hall, Kevin turned to see her enter the kitchen, this time dressed in a tee-shirt and a pair of cut off jean shorts.

“You shouldn’t walk around the house naked,” Kevin grunted stoically up to Jackie when he made eye contact with her, cringing over the two purplish and black circles that lined her eye sockets and cheek. “Get into a car wreck, Jackie?” Kevin almost asked out loud.

“… And you should learn how to knock before you come into a house.. your Mom said you moved out… You scared the Hell out of me,” Jackie spat as she lit a Virginia Slim, this time in a slightly calmer tone, almost as if she were expecting an apology from Kevin.

Sensing her want for an apology, Kevin turned his gaze away and ignored the woman standing beside him, deciding his hunger outweighed his need to be liked at that moment.

“Oh.. Fucking well,” Jackie huffed realizing she wasn’t getting anywhere with the 18 year old boy.

Several minutes of silence passed between the two as Kevin ate and Jackie chain-smoked.

“Are you going to be here all night?” Kevin grumpily asked, breaking the malaise of silence.

“Probably,” Jackie bitterly replied, in a frustrated tone of a woman that didn’t have anywhere else to go.

The two continued to sit on opposite sides of the cramped living room, each trying to out brood the other until the sound of gravel crackling in the trailer’s driveway caused each of their ears to spring to attention. Pam Ralston was home from work.

Tapping her cigarette out, Jackie lunged off the sofa and went to meet her best friend at the door. Kevin sat in the chair and patiently kept his focus trained on the front door, waiting for his Mother, who he hadn’t seen in over a month, to walk through.

The instant their gazes met, an acidic and uncomfortable expression washed over both their faces.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Pam bristled, quickly sensing the tension between her son and her friend. “I don’t have any money if that’s why you’re here!”

“I don’t need any, ” Kevin immediately replied, brushing the crumbs of his sandwich off his lap and onto the floor. “I just thought I’d come by to say Hi and that I love you,” he added with sarcastic bombast.

Walking past the two women, Kevin burst through the door without saying another word, leaving Pam and Jackie standing there wondering what just happened.

* * * * *

A little after 2 AM that night, Kevin Ralston staggered home to his Mother’s trailer, drunk and high, trying to find a place to steal a good night’s sleep.

Forcing open the front door, Kevin’s dazed and bloodshot eyes fought to adjust to the dark as he paused for a moment in the doorway. Holding his breath for a few seconds, Kevin could hear the sounds of raspy breathing rising from the sofa on the other side of the room. Training his blurry eyes forward the best he could, Kevin could see Jackie’s frame resting on the couch with her back towards him.

Biting his bottom lip harshly at the realization that the place he planned on sleeping was occupied, Kevin solemnly glided across the living room and came to a stop directly behind the back of the sofa. Peering down at the sleeping frame of his Mother’s best friend, Kevin allowed the haze of hard liquor and hate swirling in his libido to cloud his already haggard judgment.

Feeling his dick begin to harden in his pants as he stared down at Jackie’s sleeping face, the 18 year old boy reached down and rolled his palm over top of the growing mound protruding from the front of his jeans.

Quickly stealing a peek over his right shoulder to make sure the door to his Mother’s room was closed, Kevin returned his rabid smirk back down to the unknowing woman resting below.

Allowing his eyes to steadily adjust to the lack of light in the room, Kevin stood there for several moments, sizing up his waiting prey, before finally reaching down and taking the sheet that covered Jackie’s voluptuous, tee-shirt and panty clad body into his right hand and gently pulled it down to her waist.

“Hummm,” Kevin grinned, feeling his dick continuing to harden.

Kevin could feel the sensation of cum starting to boil in his testicles as he gazed down at the older woman’s exposed body. Flinching slightly when Jackie started to stir from having the sheet pulled off her torso, Kevin tried to decide whether he wanted to jack off right there and blow his load inside his pants or if he wanted to take his drunk endeavor up a notch.

Blindly unzipping his pants, Kevin eased his rigid penis through the pee-hole as he continued staring down at the woman stirring on the couch. With his cock now at full staff, Kevin’s adrenaline started racing the instant he saw the glimmering white twinkle of Jackie’s now opened eyes as she attempted to discern what had caused her to awaken.

“AHH… YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE,” Jackie hissed in groggy shock, desperately reaching for the sheet Kevin had pulled down as he cockily glared back at her.

“UH.. HUH,” Kevin nonchalantly hummed back to Jackie as he openly fondled his cock above her.

Kevin could see the outline of the older woman’s mouth opening and closing although nothing but soft primal gasps for air echoed out of her throat.

“You like it when a man’s rough with you.. don’t you?” Kevin accused matter-of-factly, knowing full well Jackie’s propensity for attracting men that used her in every possible way. “That pussy of yours down there doesn’t get stoked until somebody throws you around a little does it… does it? But then you go and start feeling guilty about it.. and then you run away like a scared little girl… then after a little while you need that fix again and you go running right back to it.. I can see those two black eyes of yours here in the dark.. small price to pay Huh just to know somebody loves ya ain’t it,” Kevin bitterly mocked, understanding fully the merry-go-round of violence and loneliness Jackie had long been spinning on.

Reaching down in the dark as he scolded her, Kevin saw Jackie flinch when she realized he was about to touch her. Enjoying the way the older woman nervously recoiled, Kevin allowed his hand to innocently slip over her trembling frame to pick up one of the seven empty longneck bottles of Budweiser that littered the coffee table beside the sofa.

Pulling the brown bottle back towards his body with his left hand as he continued to jack off with his right, Kevin glibly squeezed the hard glass between his fingers, savoring the way his erection tingled as Jackie helplessly looked up.

A surreal sense of burgeoning power soaked through Kevin’s nerve center as he haughtily masturbated over top of the woman who he had known for all his life. It seemed as if there had been some strange and silent power shift between the two, where their roles has suddenly reversed. A day earlier Kevin had simply been her best friend’s punk son. Now that same boy was towering over top of her and Jackie was helpless but to lay there and wait for the heartless 18 year old young man to make his next move.

Clearly sensing his new power of her, Kevin hypnotically swung the beer bottle side to side as he watched Jackie’s body language retreat into a prone pose of acceptance.

“Spread your legs,” Kevin hissed, deftly jerking the sheet still covering Jackie’s lower body, all the way down to the foot of the couch.

Pinching the smooth tinted glass between the fingers of his left hand, Kevin bent his back slightly, allowing enough slack in his reach so that he could place the empty bottle against the crotch of Jackie’s silky white panties.

“Ohhh.. what are… you.. doing?” Pam Ralston’s best friend whispered in the dark, feeling the cool glass press against her vaginal mound.

“Whatever I want,” Kevin distantly replied. “Reach down here and take off your panties… NOW!”

Strangely powerless to the teenager’s will, Jackie numbly lowered both hands down to her waist and slipped her fingers inside the elastic band of her panties without ever taking her eyes off of Kevin masturbating above her.

Feeling Kevin tease the insides of her thighs with the bottle, Jackie shifted her hips on the sofa, trying to work her panties down to her feet, just as Pam’s Son had ordered.

“Give them to me,” Kevin grunted when he saw Jackie slip the white undergarment off her feet.

“Wha… ,” Jackie disjointedly sighed.

“Give.. them.. to.. me,” Kevin impatiently asked again.

Seeing Jackie’s white panties rise towards him in the bleak darkness, Kevin temporarily removed his right hand from his cock and took the silky and slightly moist garment from Jackie’s trembling hand.

Gently rolling the material between his fingers, Kevin lowered them down towards his straining crotch resumed jacking himself off, this time with Jackie’s underwear sandwiched between his sweaty hand and thick veiny cock.

With the older woman’s pussy completely exposed and vulnerable, Kevin eased the beer bottle all the way between Jackie’s thighs once again until the solid glass melted into her pink and pouty vaginal opening

“SHIT,” Kevin gasped joyously , feeling his balls start to boil as his eyes soaked up the sight of Jackie’s cunt flowering around the label of the cylinder shaped invader.

Turning the empty longneck bottle like a dervish between his fingers, Kevin could literally feel Jackie’s body squirm and shiver below as he overwhelmed her pussy with the blunt instrument.

Seeing Jackie’s white arms flail through the air, half imploring him to stop and half imploring him to continue with his dastardly deed, Kevin rolled his tongue across his front teeth, savoring the way he was making the drunk and sleepy woman writhe. Pumping his cock even harder with his left hand, Kevin rested his entire body weight on the back of the sofa as he spanked the cold and unforgiving glass bottle against Jackie’s liquefied pussy. Kevin could clearly smell Jackie’s copious juices percolating out of her womb as her rubbery vaginal lips clung wetly to the bottle.

“God you’ve got a hairy pussy,” Kevin barked down to her, seeing the way Jackie’s dense wisps of pubic hair latched onto the bottle and his greasy fingers, just like Velcro.

“Ummm… mmpphhaaahh,” Jackie sighed out, in an ever increasing progression of sound.

Stepping out of his pants, Kevin picked his right leg up into the air and lifted his weight off the floor. Stepping over the backside of the sofa, Kevin’s throbbing and heated genitals hung directly above his Mother’s best friend’s face as he continued to sadistically pillage Jackie’s cunt with the empty 16 oz. Budweiser.

“Shit,” Kevin spat, feeling Jackie’s hot muffled breathing cascade against his drooping balls and sensitive ass.

“Ummphh,” he groaned, “Stick out your tongue Jackie and french kiss my asshole you nasty slut!”

Taking a deep breath, Kevin positioned his anus right above Jackie’s gasping lips and balanced himself on the sofa, waiting for the helpless older woman to follow his degrading orders.

Keeping the pressure of the beer bottle tight against Jackie’s glistening twat, Kevin began to grind his hips back and forth, savoring the ticklishly intoxicating sensation of Jackie’s breath whispering into his rear end.

“MMMPPHH,” Kevin heard Jackie frustratingly gasp from below until she finally relented and dabbed her beer soaked tongue out to touch Kevin’s puckered anal bud.

“OH.. FUCK.. YEAH.. YOU NASTY SKANK… You’ll do anything a man tells ya won’t ya?” Kevin grinned down, as he worked his backside like a piston on top of Jackie’s horrified face. “Keep those legs of yours spread too Baby while you lick my ass.. you wouldn’t want to find out what the fat end of a beer bottle feels like torpedoing your cunt open do ya.. HUH… DO YA’… suck my ass harder then… COME ON… don’t be shy!”

Rocking his knees up and down, Kevin squatted his asscheeks against Jackie’s face, over and over, until she had no choice but to anally ream the teenager as she had been instructed. Positioned perilously on the small, dilapidated sofa, Kevin temporarily dropped his right hand from his cock and allowed it to come to rest right on top of Jackie’s heaving tits to support his weight. Grinding his rear end back and forth against Jackie’s tentative tongue, Kevin roughly squeezed the older woman’s sagging breasts between his fingers until the small of her back arched high off the cushions.

Working the edge of the beer bottle frantically in and out of Jackie’s swampy slit, the unforgiving 18 year old stud’s head began to spin as his Mom’s friend drenched his asshole with her saliva. Returning his grip to his raging hard-on, Kevin haughtily smacked it like a meaty hammer against Jackie’s hearty bosom until the gross sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the aluminum sided trailer.

“I can smell that pussy from here, Jackie,” Kevin laughed down sarcastically… “you act like you’ve gotten fucked by a bottle before.. is this the first time you’ve put something like that down there… HUH?”

“UHHHH… JESUS.. CHRIST,” Jackie yelped out from below, sending shivers of ecstasy through Kevin’s bare skin as he cruelly twisted the 7 inch long bottle in and out the front of her gaping snatch.

“It goes right in,” Kevin hissed madly,” Is that what you do when you can’t a guy to take you home from the bar.. Huh.. drink a few beers and go fuck the bottles when your done. ”

“DEAR FUCKING… GGGAAWWDDDDDDD,” Jackie shrieked, the relentless presence of such a solid girth now too much for her raging libido to stand.

Frantically beginning to hump the bottle back with her disheveled and soupy crotch, Jackie’s shoulders and hips were flailing upwards from sofa, causing Kevin to feel as if he were riding a horse down a steep and bumpy incline as the moaning shrew continued lubing out his tight rectum with her mouth.

“Look at that,” Kevin beamed. “You’re gonna cum all over that aren’t you?”

“YESSSSS,” Jackie hiccupped as Kevin sped his sadistic thrusts.

“Kiss my ass.. Come on Bitch… KISS.. MY… ASS WHILE I FUCK YOUR CUNT,” Kevin implored, smiling broadly when he felt the vacuum of Jackie’s lips close tightly around his anus.

Kevin’s right hand was still tightly wrapped around his cock as he bounced it roughly off Jackie’s quivering tits. Looking down at the way the older woman’s body literally buckled underneath him, Kevin could tell she was on the verge of release from the excruciatingly glorious sensations his hand was flooding her cunt with.

“Now… How does THAT feel,” Kevin grunted through his teeth, actually wedging the fat end of the bottle three inches into Jackie’s overwhelmed quim at just the same moment she was beginning to convulse into orgasm.

Rubbing his sloppy wrist up and down in an nonstop rhythm against Jackie’s rock hard clitoris, Kevin looked as if he were perched atop a launching pad as Jackie prepared to explode beneath him.

“SSSHHHIIITTT,” The hapless woman screamed frantically, causing her whimpering voice to echo loudly through the whole trailer.

Instinctively reaching down with his right hand, the wicked teenage boy swung his cock up to Jackie’s gasping mouth and shoved its length directly between her gaping lips, using it as a crude cork to keep Jackie from waking up Pam Ralston down the hall, as well as the rest of the trailer park, with her shrill shrieks of ecstasy.

Kevin felt Jackie’s superheated mouth totally envelope his manhood as it snaked its way down her gullet. Finding himself suddenly using the older woman’s mouth as if it were a substitute vagina, Kevin crudely face-fucked the shell-shocked woman at the same time he continued to bleed every bit of feminine ejaculate he could from her womb with the now drenched Budweiser Bottle.

The veins in Kevin’s neck were on the verge of bursting as he felt the molten lava swelling inside his balls start to ricochet out of his straining urethra, oozing straight down into Jackie’s parched throat. Kevin could feel the woman’s upper body go tense from the shock of having so much fluid suddenly released into her mouth. Hearing Jackie’s nostrils flare in a desperate attempt to pump fresh oxygen into her lungs, Kevin raised both hands to each side of Jackie’s teetering head and held her mouth steady as he forced every bit of his demented lust into the shocked woman’s retching stomach.

By the time he was done two minutes later, Kevin slowly unhinged his bent knees and lifted himself out of the squatted position, bringing his deflating penis with him as he raised himself off of Jackie’s glazed and raw mouth. Looking down at the messy sight of his rubbery penis as it lewdly dangled down, Kevin wrapped his right hand around its softening mass and squeezed the remaining mix of cum and saliva from it before wiping the traces of residue across Jackie’s flushed cheeks.
“There you go Babe,” Kevin taunted, “Now you won’t have to put on any makeup in the morning. ”

Pulling the beer bottle out from Jackie’s thighs as he hopped down to the floor, Kevin couldn’t resist the urge to raise the slippery glass to his nose for a quick sniff.

Pulling his head back quickly, Kevin was amazed and overwhelmed but just how potently Jackie’s feminine scent and fluids had permeated the outside of the Budweiser bottle. Laying it gently down on the coffee table so that Jackie would be reminded of it as soon as she woke up in the morning, Kevin grabbed the sheet that Jackie had been sleeping with and crashed in the recliner on the other side of the room, falling asleep almost immediately from drunk exhaustion, leaving his Mom’s friend stunned and sexually paralyzed, laying completely naked in the dark as Kevin began to snore…
Winter turned to Spring and Spring turned to Summer for Kevin Ralston, but nothing in his life noticeably changed. He still spent the better part of his days working only when the feeling hit and spent his nights crashing wherever anyone had the space and tolerance to put him up.

By late Summer of his 18th year of life, Kevin found himself working at a landscaping firm ran by a drug dealing acquaintance of his, Miguel. Even though the early but long hours required for the job sucked, the pay was pretty good and the upscale neighborhoods that many of Miguel’s clients lived provided Kevin with an occasional opportunity to pocket a few trinkets.

One such chance was tending to the home of a 54 year old divorcee named Melanie Willberg. Melanie, and her then husband Stuart, had been vital members of the town’s social circles and active participants with the city’s Chamber of Commerce.

That was until Melanie caught Stuart cheating on her with one of the part time women who worked at the family’s jewelry store. While Melanie had made out quite well in the divorce settlement, there was a tangible sadness about the women considering all her children had grown up and gotten on with their lives and she was left to pick up the shattered remnants of her world while trying to navigate her mid 50’s.

Melanie had gotten the family home in the divorcee settlement, but that huge house had became a lifeless museum chronicling the lonely woman’s existence as it was before the breakup. Even her neighbors had come to laugh amongst themselves that Melanie Willburg had turned into the sweet lady down the street who lived alone with her cats and dogs.

Having allowed Stuart to buy out her half of the jewelry store, Melanie had gotten her real estate license and using her vast connections of acquaintances in the area, was making a decent living in her new field.

With no one in her life to handle all the menial chores around the house however, Melanie found it necessary to find a trustworthy person to keep the property looked after. After a suburban neighbor gave Melanie a business card for Miguel’s Landscaping several years earlier, she had been nothing but satisfied with Miguel’s employees work. In fact, on the days when the boys were scheduled to come by and do some work at the house, she made it a point to always keep a pitcher of fresh ice tea or lemonade for them to drink while she was gone.

* * * * *

Desperate to make all the money he could on the side, Kevin had noticed that several of the large oak trees in Melanie’s backyard had grown out of control and needed to be trimmed back away from the house. Knowing he could do that himself without having to cut Miguel in, Kevin approached Mrs. Willberg one afternoon when their paths crossed and offered to do the tree trimming. Seeing how the limbs were encroaching on her roof, Melanie quickly accepted Kevin’s offer, especially since he had earned her trust and was going to save her a few dollars.

One Friday afternoon in early August when Miguel was out of town, Kevin took Miguel’s garage key and barrowed some of the companies tools along with Miguel’s pick up truck and went to Melanie’s to prune the trees. Knowing Melanie would be at work, Kevin took his time as he one by one sawed down the overhanging limbs until there was a neat pile of freshly cut wood in the corner of Melanie’s backyard, right beside where her prized Great Dane named Champ was tied in the shade.

Wiping away the sweat off his brow as he looked at his wrist watch, Kevin smiled seeing that he had got most of the work done with an hour and a half to spare before Melanie was expected home from work.

Letting himself in the backdoor that Melanie always kept unlocked when she expected her landscapers to come over so they could have access to a bathroom and get something to drink, Kevin walked inside with all the cocksuredness of a lion strutting into his own den.

After taking three full swigs from the pitcher of ice tea that Melanie had made that morning, Kevin filled a glass to carry with him as he sauntered through the luxuriously decorated first floor of the divorcee’s home.

Spending his whole life living in either a trailer or a cockroach infested apartment, even someone as cynical as Kevin found himself rubbing his rough fingers gently across the silk and lacy items that adorned Melanie’s house. Taking a seat on the cushy sofa, Kevin flipped on the TV as he sipped at the glass of tea and surfed through the more than 100 channels Melanie got on her dish system.

For a brief moment, a childhood hue of amazement washed across Kevin’s grim face, and just for an instant his jealousy turned to envy.

It wasn’t long however until the inviting presence of the stairway leading to the second floor of Melanie’s house caught Kevin’s eye. Looking at his watch and seeing he still had over an hour to goof off before the home’s owner was expected back, Kevin quickly lurched up from the sofa and made his way towards the foot of the steps.

As he made his way upstairs, Kevin felt as if his work boots were walking on clouds as the soft carpet lining the staircase cushioned his trek upwards. Feeling his heart in his throat, every nerve in Kevin’s body sizzled with electric curiosity as he inhaled the flowery fragrance wafting out of the upstairs bathroom.

Turning the corner at the top of the steps, Kevin smiled like a wolf entering a henhouse as he approached the inviting entrance of Melanie’s bedroom.

Kevin felt as if he was entering a Voyeur’s Disneyland as he sized up the older woman’s immaculate kept inter sanctum. Even though he wasn’t particularly attracted to the graying and slightly chubby divorcee, Kevin couldn’t resist getting a stiff erection from the thought of going through the woman’s most private things.

Looking intently down at the bed, Kevin found himself imaging what the older woman looked like spread out naked across the mattress. Dropping his right hand down to his growing crotch, Kevin massaged his manhood for several moments, picturing what Melanie might do on that bed late at night while she was alone.

Walking over to Melanie’s nightstand as those lurid visions still danced in his brain, Kevin rubbed his gritty hand across the smooth finish of Melanie’s fine oak dresser before wrapping his fingers around the first handle and pulling the contents of the top drawer out gently towards him.

“Underwear drawer… ” Kevin hummed to himself as he allowed his hands to disappear into the cluttered mess of silk, lace and cotton.

“Everybody’s got a secret or two in their underwear drawer,” Kevin glibly laughed as he explored the entire drawer twice, to no success other than finding a pair of skimpy panties that appeared as if they hadn’t been worn in quite a while. ” I bet they wouldn’t even fit her now. ”

Moving his aimless search one drawer lower, all Kevin came across was an overflowing pile of winter sweaters and jeans. While roaming his hands through the middle drawer however, Kevin did find a hidden wad of money that Melanie had been saving for a rainy day. Figuring the lady of the house wouldn’t miss $10 worth of it, Kevin pocketed a portion the petty cash and continued his luridly perverted search. Deciding to try the bottom drawer, all the sweaty teenager could do was hiss the word, “Nothing”, when all he found was a collection of long unworn stuff that dated back to the 60’s and 70’s.

Shaking his head in disgust, Kevin put everything back the way he had found it in the dresser and shifted his focus to Melanie’s walk in closet on the other side of the room.

Turning to his left, Kevin briskly made his way for the entrance of the closet when the sound of a vehicle slowing down on the street outside caused him to rush over to one of the bedroom windows.

Worried that Melanie might be returning home early from work, Kevin anxiously hurried behind the curtain and peeked out the edge of the window to see who was coming. He initially let out a sigh of relief seeing that it wasn’t Melanie’s Cadillac easing up to the house. Instead it was a tan minivan slowing down and preparing to turn into the driveway across the street.

Peering through the window, Kevin tried to be as nondescript as could be as he waited for whoever was pulling up to get out of their vehicle before he returned to the immoral chore of riffling through Mrs. Willburg’s privacy.

“Typical suburban soccer Mom,” Kevin guessed to himself as the woman behind the wheel slowly stepped out before opening the back door to let her kids out.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD… SHIT… THAT CAN’T FUCKING BE!!” Kevin groaned out loud when it clicked in his mind’s eye who was actually driving the minivan. “THAT FUCKING BITCH… CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT?”

Leaning his head closer to the window to get as clear a view as possible, Kevin shook his head from side to side and grinded together his teeth recognizing the same woman, Debra Stallings, that had turned him in over a year earlier for dealing dope on school property.

“Small fuckin’ world ain’t it?” Kevin breathlessly sighed.

Staring through the window with hawk-like intensity, Kevin watched as Debra shepherded her three children out of their car seats and led them across the driveway and through the front door of their well-to-do house.

Forgetting about his carnal search through Melanie’s private belongings, Kevin slipped back downstairs and found Melanie’s local phonebook. Quickly thumbing through the book until he came to “S”, Kevin found a listing for Debra and Benjamin Stallings for the address right across the street from Melanie Willburg.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Kevin shook his head as he finished the glass of ice tea resting on the end table.

Going through the house once to make sure everything was as he found it, Kevin went back out into the backyard to tie up a few loose ends with the tree cleanup before Melanie returned home, the whole time staring across the street at the house where the woman that caused him to go to juvenile hall resided.

* * * * *

Right on cue, Kevin had timed his clean up activities to coincide with Melanie Willburg arriving home from work. Watching as the older woman carefully wheeled her new Cadillac into the driveway, Kevin patiently waited for her to cut the car off and get out.

“Hi Mrs. Willburg,” Kevin politely called out as he approached her car.

“Good afternoon Kevin,” Melanie replied as she stepped out of the front seat and grabbed her briefcase from the passenger seat.

Kevin was stunned slightly as he watched the older woman emerge from the car. Dressed to the hilt in an expensive green and cream colored business suit, Kevin suddenly couldn’t take his eyes off the 54 year old lady.

“Uhh… uhhh… I think I got everything… done… you wanted Mrs. Willburg,” Kevin stammered as the sound of Melanie’s high heels clicked rhythmically on the paved driveway.

“It looks great,” Melanie exclaimed, walking around towards the back of the house to inspect the young man’s work. “Its wonderful Kevin… I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you giving up your whole day while Miguel as out of town to do this… I’m glad I caught you before you left too… let me run inside and get my checkbook so you can have your money before the weekend. ”

“Sure,” Kevin replied proudly, falling in line behind the older woman, unable to keep his eyes off the way her well rounded ass swayed in front of him inside her tight skirt as she led him through her back door and into the kitchen.

“Did you get any of the tea I left for you?” Melanie asked as she searched her purse for a pen.

“Sure did,” Kevin instantly replied. “It was delicious. ”

Kevin spent the next few minutes making small talk with the 54 year old Grandmother of two as she wrote out his check.

“How long have you lived here?” Kevin politely asked.

“Oh God,” Melanie laughed,” My Husband and I bought this place right after Reagan took office… we knew he would get the economy going so we decided to take the plunge… believe it or not there were only four houses on this street when we moved in… now look at it. ”

“Yeah,” Kevin quickly interjected, as he sipped at another glass of tea. “I kind of noticed that fact while I was out there working… I’m curious though… I wanted to ask you… I thought I saw one of my former high school teachers pull into the driveway across the street… that wouldn’t be Debra Stallings would it?”

“Ohh… yes… God its a small world isn’t it?” Melanie exclaimed as she handed the $200 check to Kevin. “Her and her husband Ben moved in 8 years ago… right after their first son was born… they are the dearest friends. ”

“Uh… huh,” Kevin smiled back, trying to keep from laughing from the irony of it all.

A few moments of silence passed between the two before Melanie spoke up again, pleased to have an audience of anyone willing to listen to her.

“Oh yes… the Stallings’ are fine folks… the whole family goes up to Nantucket for a week or so every year before school starts… I always look after their pets and keep an eye on the house while they’re gone. ”

“Wow… that’s nice, “Kevin sweetly replied, a million possibilities now running through his head as he said his goodbyes to Melanie for the day.

* * * * *

Over the next couple of weeks, Kevin playfully fixated over the opportunities that lie ahead. He knew from what Melanie had told him that Debra and her family would be gone to Nantucket sometime in mid August and that Melanie would be care-taking the home.

Knowing the Stallings’ would most likely not just leave a key hidden underneath mat for Melanie to ferret each day, Kevin racked his brain until he vaguely remembered a wooden key hook that hung in Mrs. Willburg’s kitchen.

“That’s it,” he smirked to himself.

His mind working overtime now, Kevin had slipped by Melanie’s house late one afternoon and offered to do some indoor painting that she had been hinting that needed to be done, the timing of which would coincide with the week the Stallings would be on vacation.

* * * * *

Monday, August 13th was a drearily hot and humid day with temperatures forecasted to be in the upper 90’s.

“Good thing I don’t have to paint outside today,” Kevin told Melanie Willburg as he unloaded the paint supplies off his borrowed truck.

“You just take your time Kevin,” Melanie replied sweetly as she lugged her briefcase and purse towards her car to leave for work.

Watching the way the older woman drifted across the porch, Kevin couldn’t seem to peel his eyes off the way Melanie’s tight black and beige business suit clung to her voluptuous, womanly frame.

“Have a good day Mrs. Willburg,” Kevin told her was he waved goodbye, hoping against hope that the bulge growing underneath his paint smudged pants wasn’t obvious.

After spending a couple of hours getting a good start on two of the rooms Melanie wanted painted in her basement, Kevin retreated upstairs to take a break, satisfied that if he got into more unscrupulous things, it did look like he had actually done some work.

Kevin killed some time watching tv as he planned out the rest of the day. Within a half an hour after he had come upstairs to relax, he decided to get on with the real reason why he had made the painting plans for that week.

Springing up from the sofa, Kevin disappeared into the kitchen and searched for Melanie’s key hook. “Bingo,” Kevin beamed out loud, grabbing the large oval key that had Debra and Ben Stallings name written on the back.

Shoving the key into his pocket, Kevin slipped out the backdoor and gallantly made his way for the house across the street. Feeling like a thief in the early morning sunshine, Kevin sauntered off the sidewalk and closed in on the Stallings’ front yard. Instinctively keeping his eyes trained on the neighbors’ homes to each side, Kevin made sure no one was watching him as he calmly mounted Debra Stallings’s front steps and disappeared inside her home.

From the moment Kevin stepped inside the Stallings’ suburban dream house, he felt as if he had entered a strange parallel universe. With little fear of getting caught, Kevin set out to freely explore the three story dwelling, taking complete liberty in poking, prodding, digging and discovering everything he could inside the middle-aged teacher’s home.

Treating each room as a new adventure, Kevin couldn’t help picturing how the petite woman looked as she played house with her husband and three kids. Examining closely every picture that he passed hanging on a wall or sitting on a table on the first floor, Kevin became a sponge trying to soak up the family’s aura before turning his attention upstairs, to the real reason why he came.

With a confident stride, Kevin scaled the eight steps that led to the Stallings’ second floor and promenaded down the hallway, past each of the kids’ bedrooms until he arrived at the master bedroom at the end of the carpeted corridor.

Gazing lazily at the litany of pictures that lined the length of the hallway, Kevin felt as if he was passing through a shrine dedicated to the 15 years of Debra and Ben’s marriage.

Taking a deep breath before he entered the most sacred and private room in any couple’s home, Kevin could immediately tell that Debra had cleaned the bedroom before the family had left for Nantucket from the pungent odor of Lemon Pledge that attacked his lungs.

Walking over to the crisply made bed in the center of the room, Kevin couldn’t help but reach down with his hand and press on the mattress until the bedsprings beneath started to squeak, privately wondering what it looked like when Debra and her husband were making love.

Kevin took his sweet time as he surveyed his surroundings before reaching out and taking a wood-framed photo of Debra into his hand. Peering intently down into the 38 year old woman’s eyes, every bit of anger and frustration he felt for the petite teacher came back to him.

“You and your big mouth were the reason I had to go through all of that shit,” Kevin soberly spat down at the one dimensional image of the woman that he was sure had turned him in to the school’s authorities over a year earlier. “What goes around… comes around,” He added cryptically.

Peeling his gaze back away from Debra solely, Kevin took in the visual image of the 5 member family as a whole, wondering just what secrets lie inside the walls of such and all American marriage.

Repeating the same process he had began across the street at Melanie’s, Kevin pulled himself up from the bed and methodically went about inspecting everything he could find. Feeling his dick harden with each passing second, by the time he had reached Debra Stalling’s clothes drawer, it felt as if a led pipe was vibrating inside of his paint smeared pants.

Wasting no time, Kevin squeezed his fingers around the knob of top drawer of Debra’s dresser and saw all of the married woman’s unmentionables come into crystal clear view.

The stark realization that he was kneading his hands through the underwear drawer of the same woman that had helped bring about the most stressful period of his life filled Kevin with an awkward but stirring sense of power.

Rolling his fingers through the multitude of Debra Stallings’s lacy bras, panties, socks and stockings, Kevin latched his fingertips around an especially shear and sexy pair of red Victoria’s Secret panties and raised them to his nose for a quick sniff.

“Freshly washed,” he smiled wickedly, noticing a few wisps of curly brown pubic hair still lodged in the lacy border.

“UMM… HUMMMM,” Kevin moaned, picturing what Debra’s vaginal forest looked like.

Pulling out one of the petite woman’s beige bras next, Kevin untangled the intertwined straps and was surprised to see the teacher wore a 34 B.
“Thought they’d be smaller,” He hummed to himself. “Guess nursing those 3 kids made ‘em plumper. ”

Looking nonchalantly over at Debra’s picture on the nightstand as he riffled through her privacy, Kevin couldn’t help but laugh out loud as Debra’s smiling face peered back. “I bet your out there at Nantucket sitting on the beach right now… Bitch… If you only knew. ”

Dropping the bra and panties back into the drawer, Kevin next turned his attention to the Stallings’s cluttered walk in closet to see what treasures were hidden inside.

Pushing open the narrow door, Kevin reached up for the beaded cord that turned on the closet room’s light and allowed his vision to steadily adjust. Almost instantly, Kevin could tell the left side of the closet was reserved for Debra’s things and her husband Ben, used the right.

As the wealth of the two’s possessions came into view, Kevin became attracted to the nearly 5 foot long row of Debra’s school wardrobe, as dress after dress drooped from a hanger.

Taking two steps closer, Kevin’s eyes latched on to the same dress Debra had been wearing the day he hypnotically followed her up the school’s stairs from behind, coming very close to choking her in a fit of rage for her turning him in for selling drugs a year earlier.

“There it is,” Kevin groaned out loud in the cramped room, as he reached for the garment.

Peeling away the other lifeless dresses that were bordering the one he had fixated on, Kevin fondled the silky cotton material for several moments as he inhaled the fragrance of Debra’s perfume that permeated everything there, imaging that his high school’s computer teacher was standing before him, in that same dress, completely unaware he was there.

Clenching the delicate fibers of Debra’s dress into each of his tightening fists, Kevin twisted the ass end of the skirt all the way down to his crotch, using the dress like a glove as he purposefully unzipped his pants.

Massaging the dry cleaned fabric of Debra’s dress against his powerful erection, Kevin filled the cluttered closet with the groans of his demented lust. Masturbating himself with Debra’s skirt for nearly 5 minutes as he took in the surroundings, something suddenly caught his eye sitting on Ben Stallings’s side of the closet.

Allowing the now wrinkled material of Debra’s garment slip free from his hand, Kevin eased over to his right and bent down to see what was partially hidden by several shoe boxes.

Peeling back the boxes that concealed what had caught his eye, Kevin suddenly realized the object that had grabbed his attention was a video camera.

“Hummm,” Kevin groaned approvingly. ” I bet I could get a nice roll of bills for this thing at the pawn shop.

Picking his way through the jumbled clutter, Kevin remembered the shelf of homemade video tapes downstairs as he pulled the expensive piece of recording equipment out from its hiding place.

“Hell… its even got one of those motion sensors on it,” Kevin thought out loud. ” I wonder if there’s anything in it… Nope… Damn!”

Setting the camera aside for the time being, Kevin resumed his search through the Stallings’ junk.

* * * * *

After nearly a half an hour of fruitless searching, Kevin was on the verge of giving up when he decided to check the most cliché place he could think of, under the bed. Walking out of the closet and back into the main area of the bedroom, Kevin knelt down and slipped his hands underneath the overhanging covers and tried to pull out everything he could get a hand on.

Laying out the mysterious bounty in front of him, Kevin assembled dusty boxes of varying shapes in a line at the foot of the bed.

“Probably just old credit cards receipts and billing statements,” Kevin guessed, deciding to open the box that had the least amount of dust on it.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was solidly grounded to the floor, the brooding teenager would have certainly dropped to a knee from shock when he saw the contents of the box. Expecting it to be a litany of long forgotten receipts inside, Kevin’s heart nearly stopped when saw a case full of sexual paraphernalia that would have made Dennis Rodman blush.

“HOLY SHIT,” Kevin yelled out, looking through the box as if it was a bag of lost bank loot.

Taking each piece of the Stallings’ most intimate secrets out of the case one by one, Kevin looked like a Geologist organizing a crucial dig as he lined up the three dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, jellies, handcuffs, phallicly shaped candles, leather straps and blindfolds. And then in the bottom of the box, the one thing that Kevin had secretly hoped for the whole time in the recesses of his dark mind, Polaroid’s of Debra in various stages of undress, doing a multitude of things for her husband on camera with most everything in that box.

Tilting his gaze upwards for a moment, Kevin had to look at Debra’s family portrait sitting on the top of her nightstand to keep reminding himself that the sexual bounty he was exploring belonged to the sweet and innocent looking prudish teacher.

“She fucks herself with all this stuff,” Kevin laughed as he picked up the biggest dildo in Debra’s collection, a foot-long veiny purple one that had a battery pack concealed on the inside that caused the girth to vibrate when it was turned on. Raising it to his nose, Kevin got his first whiff of what the married woman’s vaginal secretions smelled like.

Once all the devices had been mentally catalogued and returned to their hiding place, Kevin slipped a few of the homemade pictures into his back pocket before reaching under the bed to see if he could find anything else before leaving. When his fingers smacked against something plastic and hard a little further back under the bed, he immediately knew he had touched a videotape.

“Wonder why they don’t have this downstairs with the rest of the family’s memories next to the TV,” Kevin slyly snickered as he brought out the dusty VHS tape.

Inspecting it quickly, Kevin didn’t see any outward markings to show what might be on it so he decided right there to take it home with him so he could watch it.

Checking the time, Kevin knew it would probably be best to head back over to Melanie’s to get a little more work done. Considering he still had all week to make more fresh discoveries, Kevin made a final walk through in the bedroom before preparing to exit the Stallings’ home.

Just as he was about to leave the bedroom however, Kevin stopped and cast one last look at the row of adjoining family pictures that lined Debra Stallings’s nightstand. He could feel his dick still throbbing mightily inside his pants and it dawned on him that he never finished his lewd masturbatory act a few minutes earlier, after getting distracted.

His eyes now burning a hole through Debra’s face, as he intensely glared at her glossy photo, Kevin’s feet suddenly shifted and he began walking towards the dresser. Picking up the three year old family portrait that was the centerpiece of the display Kevin held it close to his face trying to imagine that the same woman in the picture, dressed up in her Sunday best, the same on that had led to him going to jail, was also the same one capable of the things depicted in the Polaroid’s he had concealed safely in his back pocket.

Nudging his free hand down to the still opened zipper of his painting pants, Kevin slipped his rigid, blood-filled schlong free once again and started to fondle it as he stared at the teacher’s smiling face.

Pumping the sweaty palm of his left hand up and down his meaty manhood, Kevin lowered the picture towards his groin with his right until his cock looked like a fleshy white switchblade tracing the married woman’s tender, feminine features.

“You slut,” Kevin verbally snipped as he imagined the mother of three and active church member playing with all those assorted sex toys under the bed.

“UMMPPHH… AAHH,” the teenager groaned as he fondled himself.

Shivers of ecstacy whisked up and down Kevin’s spine as he sat the 12 by 6 inch picture down flat on the bed so he could keep both hands free. Reaching behind his back, Kevin re-opened Debra’s underwear drawer and quickly snatched out the same pair of skimpy red panties that had caught his eye minutes earlier.

Rolling the gentle softness between his rough sweaty hands, Kevin knelt up onto the crisply made bed and positoned his crotch directly above the picture of Debra Stallings’s smiling face.

“YESS,” The lust filled youth snarled defiantly as he began to stroke his jock, mere inches above the glossy picture of the high school teacher.

“You nasty little cunt… you go around making everybody think your this wholesome fucking model of purity… just wait till the world gets a load of what you’re really all about,” he hissed between clenched teeth as he furiously jacked off using Debra’s baby soft panties between his hand and his cock.

His blood now sizzling like scalding grease in his veins, Kevin felt his knees start to buckle and his balls tighten as Debra’s gleaming eyes stared back blankly from the picture below.

“AARRGGHHAAHHHAAAAHHHHH,” Kevin belted out savagely as his peehole flared open and wave after wave of sticky ejaculate poured down onto the framed portrait between his legs.

“UURRGGHH,” he continued to grimace, yanking his cock sadistically with Debra’s rumpled panties until the entire area of the large picture was dotted with his cum.

Tilting his head back to suck in two lungfulls of fresh oxygen, Kevin rolled the teacher’s lacy panties into a ball and used them like a makeshift tissue to smear his creamy seed into a mayonnaise like glaze over the entire front of Debra’s photo.

Palming his half deflated cock with a demonic sense of pride, Kevin stared down at the desecrated picture and admired his lewd work. Sneaking a peek back to the empty place on the nightstand where the picture had been sitting, Kevin was tempted to set the now crusting professional portrait back in its regular resting place for the husband and wife to find when they got back from Nantucket.

As tempting as that idea was however, another more devious and creative one floating in his freshly fucked psyche. By the time he finally vacated the Stallings’ premises 15 minutes later, he had left with several revealing Polaroid’s of the lady of the house, a mysterious video, the largest dildo in Debra’s collection, the stained picture of the happily married woman and several pieces of lady’s jewelry Kevin knew could fetch a little bit of spending money on the street.

It was lunchtime as Kevin sneaked back across the street to Melanie’s house. As he reentered her spacious back yard, he had to fight the urge to yell at her dog to shut up fearing his barking would stir the attention of neighbors.

Disappearing back inside the matronly divorcee’s house, Kevin had plenty of time to contemplate his next step…

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