This is a sequel to "Across the Ages: 1979. Peggy." All characters in this story are over 18.
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The morning after his little orgy with Peggy and their old school friends, Jack slept late. He was woken by a tapping on the kitchen door. Grabbing a dressing gown to clothe his nakedness, he went out to find Peggy's mother Ruth standing on the back porch with a plate of cold cuts.
"Sorry, did I wake you up? I brought some leftovers from the Christmas party."
"No worries, I was just getting up. Thanks! Come in. I can make some coffee if you would like a cup." Jack was aware of his turgid cock dangling beneath his dressing gown.
"No thanks, I can't stay."
Ruth stepped in and set the plate down on the kitchen table, then turned to look through the large picture window at her house across the patch of desert that separated it from Jack's back porch. It was green from the winter rains and yellow from the desert marigolds.
"Sounds like you had fun in Peggy's room last night." Jack wondered how much she knew. "Peggy told me about it."
"Oh. I hope we didn't make too much noise," he said lamely, wondering if she had heard him and Peggy having sex in the hallway afterwards. Ruth didn't reveal anything. She turned to look at him pensively. "She said it was your first time."
"Yes, it was." Jack didn't know what to say but felt he should say more. "It was beautiful. She was beautiful. Um, are you angry?"
"Not at all. I'm happy for your sake that your first time was with a friend. If that had been true with Eduardo and me... just don't make the mistake of thinking that you have to marry the first person you have sex with. Sex is about affection and trust, but you don't have to romanticize it into love."
Jack knew that Ruth and her husband had separated.
"I'm really sorry Mrs. Barron--"
"I think after fucking my daughter you can call me Ruth."
Jack smiled. "I guess that does make sense."
Ruth noticed something pressing against the front of Jack's dressing gown. She felt some wetness between her legs as she wondered how big it was, that thing that had been thrusting inside her daughter last night, while she rode her dildo to orgasm.
"Well, I'd best be going. Don't let Peggy wear you out. She comes from a long line of highly sexed women."
She gave Jack a sly smile and turned to leave with a little extra sway of her ass. He watched its round contours behind her light linen slacks it she walked away, seeing Ruth in a different light. He had known her for most of his life. She and his mother, the academic and the professional, had almost shared motherhood as their kids were growing up, coming home from school to whichever household had one of them present. Seeing the swell of her cheeks as she walked away gave Jack thoughts entirely inappropriate to have about a mother. Later, in the shower, he came hard as he masturbated while thinking about those slacks inching down over her naked bum.
The next day Jack flew east to be with his parents for Christmas. They had moved because of his mother's job but kept the house that Jack grew up in while he finished out his degree at the local university. He spent the visit in a sexual daze, suddenly noticing the older women of his parents' generation, the way they glanced at his crotch and pressed their breasts against him.
He found himself visualizing what was underneath their clothing, dreaming of hairy pussies and soft bums under panties. At night they fed his masturbatory fantasies. Until now, the images in Jack's mind as he masturbated had been somewhat abstract. Now he knew, from the education he had received from Peggy, about the warm wetness of a woman's cunt. And so he wondered about the secret sexual lives of the women who attended his parents' dinner parties.
On his return Jack wandered over the stretch of desert to see if Peggy was around. He called out as he entered. Ruth was in the kitchen preparing a salad. She wore tight jeans and a white t-shirt. His eyes were drawn to her ass again, and she caught him as she turned her head. "Oh, you just missed her! Her father is driving her back to college."
"That's too bad. How are you doing, Mrs. Barron?"
"You're calling me Ruth now, remember?"
"Yeah, sorry," said Jack, blushing at the memory of why they were now on a first name basis.
"I'm doing fine," said Ruth, a little sadly. "Well, not completely." She looked at Jack. "Eduardo and I are getting divorced. Today would have been our 20th anniversary." Jack gave a sympathetic frown, not knowing what to say. "I kept thinking we could patch things up, but deep down I knew it was going to come to this. We are both too strong-willed, too independent."
"How did you meet?"
"We met at Harvard in graduate school in 1959. We were both feeling a little homesick, me for England and him for Argentina. We bonded over that. Those were exciting times. Timothy Leary was still teaching and psychedelic drugs were still legal. We did some experimenting." She smiled. "One of those experiments led to Peggy. When I got pregnant we decided to get married. We were too young. I was 20 and he was 21. We should have spent more time enjoying all that sex, drugs, and rock and roll before we settled down. Make sure you don't make the same mistake."
"Do you still--"
"Do drugs? No. Eduardo does, that's part of the problem. Or did you mean do I still have sex?" she smiled. "Yes, lots, although these days I mostly have sex with myself. Anyway, enough about me. Would you like to stay for dinner? It will be just the two of us, granny is entertaining one of her gentlemen friends tonight." Ruth's grandmother Viola lived in Ruth's guest house. At 81 she still seemed to have an active sex life.
"I'd love to, what are you cooking?"
Over braised chicken and broccoli, and a nice bottle of red Burgundy, they chatted easily about cooking, poetry, and Jack's mathematics classes. They shared a taste for intellectual conversation, and had always had a quick back-and-forth conversational style when alone together, as they sometimes were when Peggy was in her room doing homework and Jack was hanging around, waiting for his parents to get home. Taking a sip from the first glass of the second bottle, Jack, slightly tipsy, asked, "What did you mean when you said Peggy comes from a long line of highly sexed women?"
"Well, her great grandmother Viola was a flapper in her time. She came of age at the dawn of the Roaring Twenties. Who knows what she got up to, but she didn't know who the father of my mother was. She entered into a marriage of convenience with a gay man, a Nancy boy as she called him, in order to disguise the illegitimacy of her child, and they led a very free life indeed."
"So your mother grew up in that environment?"
"Yes. She was born in 1921 and came of age just before World War II broke out. She fell in love with a man, got pregnant at the age of 18. They probably would have married had he not gone off to die. During the war she shared a flat with another woman in the same situation, with a young baby boy, whose father also never came back. It was easy, in the chaos and destruction of London, for them both to pose as war widows, and share the child rearing. They had lots of fun with American soldiers, and lots of fun with each other. When I arrived in the U.S. I swore I would forge a different, monogamous, life, faithful to Eduardo. I controlled my promiscuous impulses."
What she didn't mention was that she has been in a state of almost continuous arousal since hearing Jack and Peggy in the hallway. She had been trying to control her feelings by thinking of Jack as a son. This strategy was about to backfire spectacularly.