The funeral home was probably the most depressing place Ethan had ever seen. He had never met Mr. Hansen, and seeing him laying dead in a coffin in the middle of the room was a little disturbing. The worst part, though, was that he didn't know anyone there. Mom was on the other side of the room, talking to a couple of older people, and Pam was with her. He was by himself in a room full of strangers. Why did he have to be there, anyway?
The room had two doorways. He was close to the one at the back. He inched toward it, then slipped out. That wasn't so hard.
In the hallway, he took a deep breath. Finally, he was free. It was like swimming to the surface from the deep end of the pool, after being down there for about an hour.
The hallway ran along the side of the room to the front of the funeral home, and the other adjoining rooms with other dead people in coffins and other somber families dressed in black. Ethan hesitated. That was really not the direction he wanted to go.
To his left, though, was a glass door that went outside. Just on the other side of that door was a garden with a brick patio, a wrought iron table and matching chairs, and a small wooden gazebo painted white. It wasn't as good as playing hockey with his friends, but it was a whole lot better than anywhere inside the funeral home. He opened the door and went out.
The glass door shut with a soft hiss. Ethan took a deep breath. It was quiet and peaceful on that small back patio, even though the parking lot that wrapped around behind the funeral home was just a few feet away on the other side of a low hedge.
Along the back wall of the funeral home was a wide, panoramic window that looked out onto the patio from the room where Mr. Hansen was laid out. Ethan pulled at the tie around his neck to loosen it a bit, and peeked around the edge of the window.
There was Mom, talking to another older couple. Pam was still with her, smiling and talking as if she had known those people all her life. Ethan shook his head. How did she do it? But then, she was always more outgoing, whereas he just wanted to keep to himself. She couldn't help but be outgoing when she looked as hot as she did in that slinky dress.
Again, the sight of her made his mouth water and his penis twitched in his pants. She looked hot in anything she wore, even plain jeans and a sweat shirt. However, he had been noticing Mom more and more. She looked incredible herself.
Inside the room, Mom laughed at something someone said. Ethan closed his eyes. In his pants, his penis throbbed. It was as hard as a rock and strained against the leg of his pants. Whenever he thought about the time she bought him those condoms and practically jerked him off in the car, he felt like he was going to explode. It was the way she was looking at him that made him weak. She had the most intense look of desire in her eyes that he could not ignore. But what was he supposed to do about it?
His hard penis throbbed in his pants again and he groaned. He looked down. He couldn't go back inside like that. His hard dick was stretching out the front of his pants, almost all the way down to his knee. What was he going to say when someone asked him about it? That he had a cucumber in his pocket?
He went up the few steps into the gazebo. It was off to the side and out of sight of the wide, panoramic window. Except for the view from the parking lot behind the funeral home, it was pretty private.
He rubbed his dick through his pants. If he could just jerk off real quick, then he'd have his mind off of Pam and the look of her hot ass in that dress. That would give him plenty of time to recharge if he got the chance to bang her for real later.
With his back to the entrance of the gazebo, he pulled down the zipper of his pants and reached in for his hard dick. There was a flower planter on the back side of the gazebo that looked like it wasn't getting enough sun. Maybe it could use some of his special, enriched fertilizer. He aimed his dick at the flowers and stroked his hand slowly back and forth on the shaft. His eyes closed again. He should have told Pam he was coming out here and ...
The back door to the funeral home opened and closed again with a soft hiss. Ethan jumped. He scrambled to get his dick back into his pants, hoping that whoever it was didn't notice what he was doing. He looked over his shoulder.
It was Mrs. Hansen. She had a cigarette in her mouth and was trying to get her lighter to work.
"God damn piece of shit," she said, and shook it fiercely.
Ethan came down the few steps of the gazebo, with one hand covering the front of his pants.
"Anything wrong?" he said.
Mrs. Hansen jumped.
"Not if you have a lighter that works."
"Afraid not," Ethan said, with a shrug.
Mrs. Hansen sighed and took the cigarette out of her mouth.
"Just as well. These things will probably kill me, anyway."
At the bottom of the steps to the gazebo, Ethan stopped, watching the wide, panoramic window. He had to be careful to stay out of view so Mom didn't see him out there.
"Uh, Mrs. Hansen? Shouldn't you be in there?" he said, and pointed to the window.
She glanced at the window and smiled at him.
"Oh, Ethan. You're so sweet. Come on over here. Let me tell you a little story."
She took his arm and led him over to the window, where they could see Mr. Hansen, in the casket. She slipped her arm through his and held him close.
"This day has been a mixed blessing for me. On the one hand, I'm going to miss my husband terribly. On the other hand, though, I'm glad the son of a bitch is gone."
Ethan shifted on his feet and cleared his throat. The tie around his neck was getting tighter again.
"That man, that miserable bastard, he was sleeping around like a good for nothing dog. And with my friends, too," Mrs. Hansen said.
Ethan cleared his throat.
"Well, uh, why didn't you leave him?" he said.
"Oh, don't think I didn't think about it. But I have to be honest with you, Ethan. It was his cock."
Ethan looked down at her. His face was burning, and his eyes were wide. She looked back at him and smiled.
"Does that embarrass you?" she said.
"A little."
"Artie had a nice cock."
She sighed and looked for a place to put her cigarette. Eventually, she just flicked it into the bushes.
"I used to love when he would fuck me. He had an honest eight inches. No man hit the spots inside me that he could."
Ethan just nodded. His face was still burning. He wasn't sure he should be listening to this.
"The last several years, though, we didn't have much sex. Our sex life was dead, as dead as, well, as Artie is now. But I still loved his beautiful cock, and I still sucked on it for him once in a while, mainly because I loved the feel of that big thing in my mouth. I'm going to miss that cock," she said.
Ethan shifted on his feet again. Mrs. Hansen was still holding him tight with her arm around his. In his pants, his hard cock was straining for release, and it had nowhere to go. It didn't help that he had to listen to Mrs. Hansen talk about sucking cock. She was a little older than Mom, and not bad looking, either.
Her eyes glanced down.
"Having a problem, dear?" she said.
"Hm? Oh, uh, no. I'm fine," Ethan said, and looked away.
She was smiling at him. Did she see the bulge in the front of his pants?
"Why is it, do you think, that some women refuse to give a man a blowjob?" Mrs. Hansen said.
Ethan looked at her and blinked. Did she really just ask him that question?
"Has that ever happened to you?"
Ethan blinked again. "I'm sorry?"
"Has that ever happened to you? Have you ever had a girl refuse to give you a blowjob? I can't imagine it has, a good looking young man like you."
"Uh, no. Not really," Ethan said.
His cock was as hard as a rock and throbbed in his pants. There was no way it was going to get soft now.
