Penny closed her bedroom door quickly as soon as she got inside and took a series of slow and deep breaths as she leaned back against it, trying to stop her heart from racing as she recovered from the shock she had just gotten out in the hallway.
It was a perfectly innocent thing, Penny assumed, a random meeting of two people in the wee small hours of the morning, both heading to the bathroom at the same time. Penny was half-asleep when she had left her room, but when she saw her Mom's boyfriend emerging from her mother's room, that woke her up fast.
Boyfriend, Penny thought as that term went through her mind, was a strange word to describe a man that was probably 45 or so, but that was what her Mom referred to him as. Only fair, since her father had moved in with a girlfriend after he and his mother had divorced, and that slut was in her 30's.
Mr. Cole, the man who had been dating Penny's mother for the last few months, seemed to be a very nice man, Penny thought as she leaned against the door and waited for sounds that would indicate that he had finished in the bathroom.
He had been very pleasant to Penny whenever they were all together, and just that evening after they ate dinner he had told Penny that he looked forward to getting to know her better, and insisted she stop calling him Mr. Cole.
"Call me Rick for one thing, if we're going to get to really know each other," he had told her, and Penny giggled nervously at that, because during those few seconds out in the hall, Penny had gotten to know Rick Cole a lot better than she had expected.
That was because while Penny had been wearing a nightie during that accidental confrontation in the hall, her mother's boyfriend had been naked. Naked, nude, bare-assed, without even a sock on, he had walked out of her mother's bedroom without a care in the world, and didn't even seem flustered or embarrassed at her seeing him naked.
Truth be told, Penny thought that he might even have enjoyed her seeing him like that, and Penny shuddered when she realized that he had noticed what she was staring at before she mumbled a quick apology while ducking back into her room.
What would anyone expect? That was Penny's rationale about where her eyes had strayed; only briefly looking down his surprisingly trim and muscular physique before staring open-mouthed at the penis that swung lazily between his thighs as he walked toward her en route to the bathroom.
Poor Mom, Penny thought as she tried to picture that monstrosity erect, since in its flaccid state the thing looked scary enough. Not that Penny was an expert, having only touched four of them in her 19 years, and only one of those four finding its way inside of her, but she knew enough to know that Rick Cole was one well-hung man.
Mike Brown. He had been the boy that had deflowered Penny after the senior prom last year. It had hurt like hell when he had put his dick inside of her that night, after endless fumbling with the condom, and Mike's dick wasn't as big hard as her mother's boyfriend's was limp.
Poor Mom indeed. Her mother finally starts dating again after all this time and she ends up with a guy that looks like that character in that movie "Boogie Nights" - what's-his-name? Mark Wahlberg? John Holmes? Whatever, Penny concluded.
The sound of the toilet flushing and the bathroom door opening shook Penny out of her daydreaming, and after waiting an extra minute or two Penny hustled in and out of the bathroom, tinkling and hurrying back into bed and safely under the covers.
Sleep would not come however, as Penny could not get the image of seeing her mother's boyfriend naked out in the hall, and along with the memory of that vision came the recollection of the sounds that had come from her mother's room earlier that evening.
It hadn't been loud, and Penny could tell that her mother was muffling the noise she made, just like she used to do when her and Dad got it on most Saturday nights, but it was the bed that made most of the noise. Back in the day, Penny recalled, it didn't squeak anything like that.
Then again, Rick Cole was about 6'4" and at least 200 pounds, about a half a foot taller and at maybe 50 pounds heavier than Dad. Then there was the - other thing - and while Penny only remembered a brief peek at her father one time long ago, Dad had looked pretty normal.
Nothing like Mr. Cole, that was for sure, and as Penny's mind kept coming back to that, her hand slipped down under the sheet and between her legs. The hair around her sex was dripping wet, and inside was even wetter.
Poor Mom, Penny kept thinking, because while her mother wasn't as petite as she was, she was still a little lady, and thinking about how big Mr. Cole's cock would be erect made her shudder.
"Don't hurt me, Mr. Cole," Penny whispered softly as she pictured him climbing on top of her now, his fully engorged manhood in his fist and looking ready to force that huge organ into the place her fingers were busily working. "You're so big... please don't hurt me."
After Penny's orgasm finally ended, she rolled over onto her side, her body still shaking from the force of it. Now sleep would come easier, but the dream came with the sleep, and the topic of the dream was still her Mom's boyfriend.
***
Down the hall, in the bedroom of Penny's mother, 47 year old Diane Walton, a similar scene was taking place, only the person leaning against the inside of the door was not a scared teenage girl, but a mature 49 year old man, Rick Cole.
He too was breathing heavily as a result of his girlfriend "accidentally" seeing him naked out in the hall. The confrontation was inevitable, given the fact that Rick had made a number of trips to the can during the night, and not all of them were bathroom related.
He had wanted little "Peanut" to see him, and he was hoping that the girl would be wearing something a little more erotic looking than the plain white nightie she had on, but the way she looked at him made up for it.
They all look, Rick thought as he replayed the image of Diane's daughter's eyes going right down to his crotch, and the sight of that sweet young thing's eyes bugging out like a modern day Marty Feldman made his cock stiffen.
Rick wanted "Peanut", and he made a mental note to try and stop thinking of the girl as "Peanut", since she had made it clear that she loathed the nickname she had been burdened with most of her life. Her name was Penny, he reminded himself, and a sure way to not get into a woman's heart (or panties) was to irritate them.
Rick didn't want to make her mad, he wanted to have sex with her. He wanted to have sex with her long before he started going out with her mother, back when she waited on him at Best Buy a couple of times. He made several trips to the store for the sole reason of talking to her before finally buying the cell phone he had wanted all alone.
Of course back then Rick was only flirting with the little cutie, because while he liked them young and petite, he liked his freedom even more than sex, and he had figured the perky little red-head for a schoolgirl. The petite frame, tiny breasts and the braces made her look too young for anything that was on the construction company owner's mind.
It was sheer coincidence that when he got hooked up with Penny's mother, he saw that her youngest daughter was the girl from Best Buy. That almost made him think twice about dating Diane Walton, because being around that jail-bait would be too dangerous, but that turned out to be a non-issue.
"Peanut's going to graduate from Hudson Valley Community College next summer," Diane had told him when Rick had asked her what school she went to, and when he asked whether she was one of these geniuses that skipped a lot of grades, she said no.
"She's 19," Diane explained. "I know she doesn't look it, but she's really sensitive about that. Believe it or not, at her age I looked a lot like her. Anyway, please don't kid her about being so tiny."
"I won't," Rick assured Diane, and from that moment on, he set his sights on her daughter.
It wasn't like Diane was bad looking or anything, because even though Penny's mother was starting to show her age in subtle ways around the eyes and neck, it was clear where her daughter got her looks from. She must have gotten the red hair and the freckles from her old man, but the boyish body came from her Mom.
