Ethan stopped the GTO in front of Darien's house and shut off the motor. The blinds in the big front window were open and the light from the television flickered on the wall. He let out a deep breath. He hated coming here.
He walked up to the house and knocked on the screen door. The inside door was open and Darien's father was on the couch in his undershirt with a can of beer in one hand and a bag of potato chips in the other. His glazed eyes stared at the television. Ethan knocked but he didn't respond. He knocked again and finally Darien's father turned to look.
"What do you want?" he said, with slurred words.
"I'm here to see Darien. I got some stuff to give him."
"What stuff?"
"Hockey stuff?"
Darien's father looked puzzled, then said, "Oh yeah. He's in his room."
Ethan opened the door and went in. Darien's room was at the end of the hall. His father never moved or looked away from the television. Ethan went down the hall and knocked.
"Yeah, what?" Darien said from inside.
Ethan opened the door. Darien was sitting in the recliner in the corner, lighting a thin cigarette. In his bed was Iris, naked, covered only with a sheet and a light coating of perspiration.
"Hey man, what's going on?" Darien said.
She waved with her fingers and smiled. "Hi Ethan."
For a moment he couldn't speak. She was the last person he expected to see in Darien's bed. But it was stupid of him not to see it. She was in the club, too. She was one of the girls they passed around.
Darien inhaled deeply from the cigarette and held it up.
"Eth, man, you want some of this?"
"No thanks."
Darien shrugged with a brief frown and passed it over to Iris. When she sat up to take it the sheet fell away from her large, round boobs.
"So whattaya got?" Darien said, and plopped back into the recliner.
Ethan handed him the envelope. "Just some release forms for the hockey team."
"Is that it? Shit, I could have picked this up on Monday."
"Coach Riley said he needs to turn it in on Monday, not later in the week whenever you get done with it."
Darien shook his head. "He is such a prick. If it wasn't for that deal he got me with that junior team I wouldn't even play on his fucking team."
He threw the envelope on his desk. Iris had the cigarette pinched by the end between her thumb and forefinger. She handed it back to him and let out her breath.
"Sure you don't want some of this? It's the best shit I had in a long time."
"That stuff's not for me."
"Whatever, man," Darien said and inhaled deeply.
Iris pulled back the sheet to reveal her naked body and spread her legs. Blobs of cum dripped from her moist pussy.
"You wanna take me for a ride? I'm warm and wet," she said, and licked the tip of her middle finger.
"I can't right now. I gotta get home."
She frowned. "Ok. Maybe next time?"
"Later, man. I'll see you on Monday," Darien said.
Ethan hesitated. Were they done? Was he kicking him out? But he didn't really want to stay anyway, and he was glad to leave.
The house was empty when he got home. Mom must have been working late again. And where was Pam? She was almost never away from home, until she started hanging out with that Debbie chick.
He started to make a roast beef sandwich, but only got halfway when someone knocked at the back door. On the back porch was Mrs. Thorn in a short white skirt and cropped top that dipped low and showed most of her cleavage. She smiled when he opened the door.
"Ethan, dear. How are you?" she said.
"Fine, Mrs. Thorn. Come on in."
She brushed past his front side on the way in.
"I heard your car. I hope you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind. Would you like something to eat?" he said, and went back to the counter to finish putting his sandwich together.
She put one hand on the counter bar and one hand on her hip and thrust that hip out.
"Is your mother here?"
"No. She must still be at work."
"I see. Well, I thought I'd better let you know that I was talking with your mother last week and she mentioned how concerned she was about you."
Ethan raised the sandwich to his mouth to take a bite, but stopped.
"How?"
"Well, I guess she took you to see a therapist about a condition you have? Is that right?"
"Yeah, that's right."
She came closer and leaned against the dishwasher with her arms crossed, which squeezed her big boobs together like they were going to bust out of her low cut top.
"She says she's worried about you being sexually overactive. Now you must know that I had to pry this information out of her. She did not want to talk about you that way in front of me," she said, and reached out to touch his arm. "Anyway, she also mentioned that you got your father's ... equipment, and then some, and she's already found evidence that you have a strong desire to put that equipment to use, shall we say."
Her eyes glanced down at his crotch. He was certain he had something down there for her to look at. Just the sight of her on the back deck in her revealing clothes was arousing. By now he had a stiff, obvious lump hanging down the leg of his jeans. She smiled.
"Well, of course I asked if there was anything I could do to help. She insisted she could take care of it, but when I offered to talk to you about it she was very grateful."
"That's very generous," Ethan said.
"I knew you would think so."
"What do you wanna talk about?"
"Let's talk about your equipment."
"Sure. What about it?"
She leaned closer and he could see down the front of her low top. This game was fun but he was anxious to get to the good part.
"Well, your mother told me about the incident in the car when she bought condoms for you, and how she touched your equipment." She glanced at his crotch again and licked her lips. "She was alarmed at your size and was afraid you might damage those nice young girls you see. Would you mind if I ..." she said, and pointed at the front of his jeans.
"No, go ahead."
She unzipped his jeans and slipped her hand in. Her warm fingers caressed the length of his shaft. She was standing in front of him, her face only inches from his. He spread his legs wider.
"I think I understand what she was talking about. Have any of your girlfriends complained about your size?" she said. Her voice had become softer.
"Not really. I try to be gentle with girls."
"I bet you do. Frankly, I think your Mom is jealous of them. I think she wants you for herself."
He winced. "Are you nuts? You think my Mom wants to do it with me?"
She nodded. "Is that so hard to believe?"
"But she's seeing a guy."
"Do you think he satisfies her? She needs something more. She needs what you have right here," she said and squeezed his cock.
He was too shocked to answer. He remembered the day his Mom rubbed his dick in the car. She made it feel really good, but to have sex with her? He never considered that.
Mrs. Thorn unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down. His hard cock jumped out. She dropped to her knees in front of him, took it in one hand and pumped slowly.
"What about your sister? Pam's body has filled out very nicely. Have you fucked that girl yet?" she said.
"I wasn't thinking about fucking her."
"Well get with it, son. Haven't you ever noticed the look in her eyes when she's near you?"
He didn't answer right away. The answer seemed so obvious that he felt stupid.
"I guess so."
She licked the side of his shaft. "Let me know when you get around to it. I'd like to ask her how she liked it."
She sucked the end of his cock deep to the back of her mouth, where it touched a soft area and made her gag. She squeezed her lips tight around the shaft and moved her head back and forth, smearing saliva along its length. He watched the way her puffy lips stretched around his cock, and he watched the top of her head bob back and forth. He could even see down her top to her swelling cleavage. But his mind was on Pam.
What if she was right? What if Pam wanted to have sex with him as badly as he wanted to have sex with her? She had grown up a lot in such a short time. For so long she was just a skinny little girl and now she had the hottest, tightest body of any girl he knew.
