I looked around the room and everyone was smiling and seemed to be very content with everything Alex had said.
“Susan, are you alright with all this,” I asked, still not sure where I fit in all of this.”
“Pete, my darling, I’m pleased with anything that makes my husband and children happy.”
It took a second for her comment to sink in, then I could feel the tears, damn I didn’t need to start crying now but she just told me I was included in all this.
Alex spoke up again, “Susan and I were hoping you and Kay would work here when you could during school and even more during the summer. James and Kames is going to work here and in the kitchen at the daycare and we’re going to talk the owner at the Rivers Bend Restaurant to see if they can work there some this summer. This will be the last year it will be open to the public. Then it’s going to be sold along with the small golf course and will be a private community, with a new 18-hole golf course and home sites along the river and around the golf course. The community will be called Rivers Bend but the name of the restaurant will change.”
“You mean there will be no more Rivers Bend Restaurant?” I asked. Kamea smiled, “The restaurant will still be there, just bigger and better than it is now but it will be called Mama Maylea’s Fine Dinning.” “NO SHIT’ was the first thing that popped out of my mouth.
Everyone started laughing and Kay leaned over and kissed me, “I love you, you silly boy.” I was too busy blushing to respond.
My head was in the clouds the rest of the day, trying to get my mind around everything. James and Kamea left with Ales, Susan, Evan and Maylea. Kay and I walked out to the front office to find out what we needed to work on.
Margie told me to work with Jenna on some of the weekly and bi-weekly accounts and Kay was going to help her with some filing. I started going over some of the accounts, getting them in order and I noticed that Jenna would snicker from time to time.
Finally, I asked her, “Jenna, what the hell are you snickering about?” “Because I’m so happy my sweet Peter, because I’m just so fucking happy.” This time I just snickered right along with her.
That night Kay and I made love, oh yes, I fucked her pussy, her asshole and her mouth. She sucked my cock finger fucked my asshole, swapped spit cum and piss but it was all much more than just sex.
Things were very busy for the next couple of weeks. I talked on the phone with Hazel, Chuck and all of the families several times and made a very special call to my old friend Mrs. Molly. We both cried a lot as I brought her up to date, then she talked with Alex and the rest of the family.
It was a Friday night, about three weeks before Kay’s sixteenth birthday. James had left from school to go with Kamea and her Mom and Dad to the lake for the weekend. Susan, Kay and I had left the office at regular closing time but Alex stayed to finish up on some files.
When Susan pulled in the drive, I noticed Mom’s car was in the drive but not Dads. Susan told me I should be sure to go see Mom tomorrow and I agreed that I would.
Alex comes home about an hour later and as soon as he entered the house, he asked me if everything was all right next door. I told him as far as I knew it was. He said as he started pasted the house when Dad backed out of the drive right in front of him and he had to jam on brakes to keep from hitting him. Then he took off down the street like a wild man.
Susan told me we should go check on Mom. I told them to stay there and I would go check on her, if I needed them I would call.
I walked across the front yards and as I approached the front door, I noticed that it was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped into the foyer. The house was silent; all kinds of thoughts ran through my mind. Then I heard Mom’s voice from the den so I started walking in the direction.
I couldn’t make out what she was saying and didn’t know whom she could be talking too. As I got closer, I could see the back of her head in the middle of the couch. I waked on in and around in front of her.
She was setting there with her head laid back on the couch with a half-empty bottle of wine in her hand. She was wearing a dark blue dress that button down the front. The first three buttons were undone and I could see the top of her bra. The length of the dress would reach well below her knees if she was standing but the way she was setting, slumped down and her legs spread wide apart the hem of the dress was well up on her thigh.
I knew she was drunk and didn’t even know I was there. This was the most of my Mother’s body I had ever seen and I tried to keep my mind on what I needed to do to help her but my wicked cock had other ideas I felt it tingle and start to stiffen a little.
She waved the wine bottle in the air in a very reckless manner and slurred out, “FUCK HIM, FUCK THEM ALL.” She drank several swallows from the wine bottle. When she took the bottle down, she stared crying.
I asked her what was wrong. I could hardly make out what she was saying because she was crying so hard but I finally made out that Dad had packed his bags and left her.
I could tell she had been drinking a lot and she was really out of control. I offered to help her to bed but she refused. And raised the almost empty bottle of wine to her mouth and drained it.
She attempted to stand but fell back on the couch and her dress slid a little higher up her thighs. I knew she was fucked up and needed some help but the only thing I could see was her great looking legs.
I snapped back to the present when Mom shouted out, “THAT SORRY BASTERD, THE WHORE HOOPING, CRADLE ROBBER, and I HOPE HIS FUCKING DICK ROTS OFF.”
She raised her head and looked at me. “Get me another fucking bottle of wine from the cabinet; I’m going to get really fucked up.”
I did as she told me and when I returned and handed her the bottle, she turned it up and took a couple of big swallows then slumped back on the couch.
I noticed she had unbuttoned two more buttons at the top of her dress and her cleavage was show. I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help myself, no more than I could help my cock continuing to get harder.
She was quite for a few minutes and I thought she had passed out. Then she lifted her head and in a very slurred voice said, “All these years I had to be so proper when my pussy was burning up and my tit’s ached to be sucked and I wanted a hard cock in my mouth but NO, I had to be the proper wife, straight laced and all that bullshit. Now that sorry fucker has left me for a fucking teenage slut“.
“Just look at me now, old, falling apart and no one love me.”
“That’s not true Mom, I love you and I think you’re beautiful and still look hot.”
“What the hell do you know, you’re just a baby, you don’t know shit“.
“Mom, while you weren’t looking, your little boy grew up but this is not the time to talk about that. You need to get to bed now and we can talk about this later.”
“You’re just a kid, you don’t know shit,” she said again. She suddenly jerked open the top of her dress, pulled up her bra and let her tits drop out. “Just what the hell could a fucking boy like you do with a set of tits like these?”
“Mom, I can do more than you might think and make you cum by the bucket full but this is not the time or place for that now. If you are interested when you sober up, we can talk then. Don’t let the fact I’m your son stand in your way, we’ve never been that close as mother and child.”
“Yeah, yeah, talk your shit Little Peter. That is the perfect name for you, Little Peter,” she said with her drunken slur.
I was trying to remember she was drunk and not get angry with her but she was starting to get to me. She pulled her dress up as high as she could get it and attempted to pull her panties to one side. “See this grown woman’s pussy. Just what do you think Little Peter could do with a real woman’s pussy?”
I felt the anger swelling up inside me, my face turning red but the thing that pissed me off the most was my other head doing the thinking. Even as angry as I was, looking at her tits and getting a slight glimpse of her pubic hair had my cock rock hard.
“I need a real cock, something to feel up this hot pussy,” she said as she runs her hand over the crock of her panties. “Not a little boys wee wee.”
That was it; I jerked the front of my shorts open and let my rock hard cock pop out right before her face. “You want a real cock, well here’s one that can fill your mouth, pussy or asshole until it is overflowing with cum.” I was holding my cock with my hand, shaking it at her.
She squinted her eyes, looked at it and then leaned in for a closer look. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes were wide open. “Damn what a cock, I had no idea it was that big.” She started moving her head forward, trying to get my cock in her mouth.
I grabbed a hand full of her hair and pushed her back. “You didn’t want Little Peter’s little wee wee, you wanted a man’s cock, so this one’s not for you.”
She looked up at me through her drunken haze, “Give me that cock you little shit, you do what your Mother tells you.” That only pissed me off more. “No way, you didn’t want my Little Peter, so you don’t get Little Peter.”
“Fuck you, you asshole,” then she spit at me. I drew back my fist and started to punch her in the mouth. I caught myself just in time. I used the hand full of her hair to push her back on the couch. Then I turned and started to my room.
I looked back at her just before I started up the stairs. I was still pissed off with her for the things she had said and the way she had acted and with pissed at myself for being so weak that I couldn’t look at her half naked body without raising a hard.
When I got to my room, I called Kay on her cell phone. I told her about Dad leaving and about all the things that had happened with Mom. I told her I was going to stay there tonight and keep a check on Mom. She offered to come over and give me a hand but I told her it might be better is she didn’t come right now but I may call her later. Kay was very quite for a second, then she asked, “Pete, are you gonna fuck her?”
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