The phone rang and Peg picked it up. It was Bill.
"Peg, I just don't understand you," he said. "I know you had a good time with me when we went out. Now why won't you see me?"
She didn't know what to say. How could she tell him that she had to have a guy like Clark had been-a guy like Jim?
"I can't explain," she said. "But please, believe me. It can't work out between us. So don't waste your time on me.
She hung up. She was waiting for her son to come home. Her cunt had been crying out for his
cock all day,and now with the phone call from Bill on her mind, she needed him more than ever.
Pacing the floor in restless frustration, Peg kept looking out the window for her son.
Finally, she forced herself to sit down and read a magazine. If she kept busy, she reasoned, time would go faster, but the print in the magazine kept going out of focus and she threw it down in disgust. The only thing she could do was bite her nails.
The doorbell rang and made Peg jump up in a nervous reaction. Slit wasn't expecting anyone and didn't want to see anyone except her boy, and he wouldn't have knocked. She decided to ignore the bell. It rang again and again, but although the sound was driving her crazy, it was better than having to deal with anyone in her frenzied condition.
Her name was called through the door and she recognized Bill's voice, but she couldn't let herself answer the door. She knew that it was more than not wanting to see anyone: she didn't want to see Bill. There was something about him that reminded her that there was something missing from her life.
"I know you'll in there, and you've got to see me," he hollered.
Peg stayed in her seat and didn't say anything.
She hoped he would go away, but in a way, she
wanted him to stay too. Suddenly, there was an explosion of breaking glass. Peg knew that he had put his fist through the window on the door and must be reaching in to unlock it at that second.
Her body and mind convulsed, with contradicting emotions. She heard the door open. Her cunt was getting wet, but she feared his touch. She wanted him to take her into his arms, but could hardly keep herself from running into the bathroom and locking him out. When he strode into the room, though, looking fierce and desperate, she melted.
"Oh, Bill," she yelled and ran to him.
They held onto each other, Peg sobbing and Bill kissing her face and neck.
"Peg, listen to me," he said as he held her away from him, his strong hands holding her by her upper arms. "We both know why you won't see me, but it's ridiculous."
"No!" Peg shrieked.
"I did it for you, you know that," Bill said.
Again Peg shrieked as if a knife had been driven into her guts. Bill's words seemed to bring back old memories: Her memory of Clark was threatened and she felt the desperate need to fight off any attack by that threat. Sure, Clair had been a skunk, an overgrown baby, but he wasn't really bad. He couldn't have been. He was so loving,
But Peg's thoughts were interrupted again as she tried to patch up her memory. Bill's voice was penetrating her defenses.
"You knew what was going on, you had to. Everyone in town knew," he yelled at her.
"Okay, okay. So he fucked a few women on the side. What's so unusual about that?"
"Peg, it was mow titan that. You know."
"No!" she shrieked again as if the noise she made could keep out the truth. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, sobbing hysterically.
"Clark wasn't fucking a few women on the side. He was blackmailing them. Forcing them to do everything that his sick mind could dream up." Bill said to Peg, pulling her hands from her ears when she tried to block out his words. "I saw what he was doing, Peg. I tried to tell you, but you called me a liar."
Peg remembered suddenly. That's right, he did tell her some crazy story about Clark forcing women to put on perverted shows for him. She'd forgotten, and that's why she wouldn't go out with him. She almost remembered that night she finally accepted a date with him, but she couldn't quite pin-point it.
"It was a lie!" she screamed.
"You know it wasn't, Peg." Bill said. "And you know that the woman they found dead, the one
who had hung herself, was one of the women he was blackmailing."
Peg lay motionless on the if he didn't even have the strength to cry any longer. She had no choice but to listen.
"Clark could seduce any woman be wanted, and he could get them to do anything he wanted. Then he took pictures of them, and if they didn't do what he wanted, be threatened to show the pictures to their husbands or boy friends, or bosses. When I walked into his office that night and saw him sitting there with a whip in his hand and watching three women eating each other, I couldn't believe it either. But I saw it with my own eyes."
Peg knew that Bill was right. She had kept that knowledge hidden, and it hadn't been easy. She had to ignore, a lot, like the way slit had been treated. like a outcast by everybody who knew that she was Clark's wife. After that woman hung herself, the scandal broke wide open. Bill was the only one who had stuck by her, and she had turned him away.
"And here's something you didn't know. I told Clark to leave. I told him that if he didn't I would tell everyone what I saw in his office that night. And I did it for you."
Peg couldn't take it all in at once. Bill sat down
and let her he there on the rug. He knew she had to have time to absorb the truth, but he didn't know if that's what she was doing, or if she was pushing it back into the dark corners of her mind where it would be forgotten again. He wanted her more than anything in the world, but he knew that he couldn't have her unless she accepted the truth about her husband. Now she had the truth-all of it. Bill waited to see what would happen.
Peg lay still for a long time. Bill waited to see what she would do. If she still denied what her husband had been, it would be all over for Bill. He decided that he would leave town forever rather than spend another eighteen years longing for a woman who couldn't be his.
Finally, Peg sat up and Bill's heart skipped a beat. He leaned forward in his chair, waiting for her to say something.
"Bill," she said, "I've been living a lie for years. I don't know why. I guess I'm just not strong enough to face the truth."
Bill eased down to the floor beside her and took her in his arms.
"You don't have to be strong. I'll be strong for both of us," he said.
They kissed like lovers who had been separated for a lifetime, and that's what they were. They were both so happy that they couldn't even begin
to talk about it. Bill felt her teal-s on his face as they kissed.
Peg could see her life as it really was. Her lust for her son made sense now too. She was trying to have her husband back without his perversion. And she had succeeded; Jim was like his father in the best ways. She had to combine the good of her being with the good that was in Clark to produce a boy like Jim. But now that she knew the truth; now that she wasn't hiding any longer, would she still need Jim to satisfy her lust? Or would she be able to accept Bill now that he didn't represent a threat to her illusions? She didn't know, but she knew what she wanted at that moment.
Bill lifted her and carried her to the couch where they embraced for a long time. Gradually, her tears dried up and were replaced by passion. Bill was ready to give her what she wanted.
When Jim had walked up the driveway and heard his mother scream, he ran into the house, but before he ran into the living room, Bill's words stopped him. Listening from the kitchen, he got the whole story. He had always sensed that there had been something bidden, something under the surface about his missing father, and now he knew
why.
He took the news well. After all, held never known the man. But he was worried about the outcome of the situation. Obviously, there was going to be a change in his mother. And he felt jealous of Bill. Now he crept into the dining room, and under cover of the dim light, he could see into the living room without being seen himself.
He saw Bill and his mother on the couch and Bill was in the position he'd been looking forward to being in. He was kissing Peg and had one hand on her swelling tits. Despite his jealousy, he felt his prick straightening and pressing against his pants.
"Fuck me, Bill," Peg said. "Fuck me like you fucked me before."
Her words stung Jim's ears, but made his prick continue to swell. It was funny, he thought, how even though he was jealous and scared that he might not get a chance to fuck his mother again, his prick was still hard and he was looking forward with eager lust to seeing this guy stick it to his mom.
Bill kissed his way down Peg's neck as he unbuttoned her blouse. As he spread the blouse open, he covered the newly revealed skin with his lips and tongue. Jim could see his mother gyrating just as he had felt her doing so under his own body. He watched as Bill bared her tits and
noticed that they looked even bigger from where he was than they had when he was on top of her.
Jim couldn't blame his mother for wanting to fuck Bill when he saw how he handled those tits of hers. His hands moved slowly and carefully over the massive white globes, but at the same time there was an urgentness about the way he grabbed the soft flesh. Bill went down to her jugs and kissed the nipples one after the other. Jim's mouth watered like it did when be sucked those melons.
"Oh, Bill. Bill. That feels good. So good."
Jim didn't think his mother had ever sounded so excited when he played with her tits, but he didn't have the experience that this older guy had. He made mental notes on Bill's technique as he watched in hot passion.
Bill's face disappeared between the tits. Then Bill kissed his way up one tit farthest from Jim. Peg was thrashing her legs around and her dress was creeping up her legs. Jim realized that there were pleasures as great as fucking: namely, watching his mother's body come into view from a hiding place in the next room. He remembered how thrilling it used to be when he peeked at her before they began Cracking.
Bill continued unbuttoning Peg's dress and she wiggled out of it. As Bill stood up to undress, Peg
pulled her panties off and lay there writhing with need. Bill pulled his clothes off quickly and Jim could see the man's urgent passion in his rush to undress. Jim saw that Bill's prick was no match for his own, and that made him feel a little better.
Peg was reaching out desperately for Bill and he lay down on top of her. Jim could see his mother's huge knockers being squeezed out from between their bodies, and he imagined that he could feel them against his own chest.
The boy watched his mother wrap her legs around Bill just as she had wrapped them around him so often. Her hands were clutching at Bill's back and running through his hair. It was interesting for Jim to watch all of his mother's familiar moves from a distance. And he saw that Bill made love totally differently than he. Jim realized that he attacked his mother's body with starving, teenage greed, but Bill, even in his present lust, was handling her smoothly and with finesse.
Bill moved down Peg's body and sucked her tits, and made his prick available for Peg to grab, which she did. Jim unzipped and pulled his prick out and handled it just like his mother was handling Bill's: with gentle tickling along the shaft and squeezes to the swollen head. With his other hand, he held his balls like his mother was fond of doing Bill proceeded down Peg's body until he was eye level
to cunt with her. Peg lifted one leg to the top of the couch's back, and let the other sprawl out to the floor. In that position, her crotch was spread wide. Jim could see her pubic hair curving over that gorgeous curve of her cuntal mound, and he saw Bill press his face into it.
Jim's imagination provided him with a whiff of his mother's twat, and his juices began to churn in his balls. He would have to take it easy or come a lot sooner than the two lovers he was watching. He stopped running his fingers along his prick and just held the jerking bat tight.
Bill's head bobbed up and down with his lapping job, but Jim thought it was more exciting to watch his mother's face.. Her head was turned toward him and he saw how her features were twisted in passion. Her mouth was opened and he began to be aware of her moans, barely audible, but getting gradually louder.
"Get in," Peg cried in a wavering, desperate voice. "Fuck me. Now, Bill, now!"
Jim had the satisfaction of knowing that his mother didn't sound any more passion-struck than she did when she yelled for his cock. Bill lifted his face from her crotch and he climbed over Peg's body. One of Bill's hands along with one of Peg's slipped between their crotches, and Bill moved his hips around, then pushed his cock up the slippery
but tight, tunnel.
Jim gasped along with the two fuckers when he saw Bill's hips sink toward his mother. Now, as Bill began to pump into Peg's cunt, Jim began stroking his own prick. He kept the rhythm of their thrusts, imagining that pussy-sleeve sliding over his cock rather than Bill's.
Peg, who'd been lapped into near orgasmic insanity, was crashing her hips against Bill's with all her might.
"Eeeya-a-a-a!" Peg screamed.
Her hips began pumping rapidly and she flailed her arms and legs around as if she were drowning Bill lifted his body and pumped his joint into her from a slightly different angle. Jim could see the man begin to quiver and shake as he grunted in the throes of his climax. Then he collapsed on Peg and they laid there, their bodies giving a residual twitch every once in a while.
Jim had shot his gism on the dining room rug, and had shoved his shrinking cock back into his pants. He slipped into the kitchen and sat down. He had to think about what was going on to see if he should be happy or sad.
He would like to have a father like the other guys had, and Bill was a great guy. But it would probably mean that he would lose his lover, Peg. He thought that his mom would like to get married
again: he didn't want to think only about himself.
Jim, heard his mother and Bill talking again, but he didn't want to hear what they said. He was tired of peeping and spying. He slipped out of the house and crawled into the back seat of his mom's car. He just kay there with the strange events of his life going through his mind, He heard Bill leave before long. But he didn't want to go in yet. He didn't want to talk to his mother, and she very likely wouldn't want to see him just then. He stayed in the car and feel asleep. When he woke, it was almost light out, and he went in to bed.