A Hero For Chrissie
One month earlier.
Chrissie's feelings were wrecking havoc with her menstrual cycle. Her pussy throbbed constantly and she was given to crying fits. Usually she wasn't a very sentimental person; men came into her life like flowers -- annuals that bloomed in their time and then died. She couldn't explain the bouts of depression, like heavy black clouds but then the sun always came out afterwards.
Chapter 1
When Lenny enlisted in the Marines he was nineteen years old. He lived on the East coast so he was sent to Parris Island for boot camp. He was a thin kid when he enlisted but after twelve weeks he'd put on some weight so by the time he got back home, after gaining 30 pounds, his mother didn't recognize him. They met him at Logan airport, his mom and dad, and they couldn't believe the transformation in their son.
His mother, Isabel, was not forty yet and she still had her figure. She was originally from Guatemala. His father was a sales engineer and spent more time travelling that he was at home. Like most neglected wives she was horny all the time but her strict upbringing taught her to deal with it as best she could; when she masturbated, she grit her teeth and did her best to get it over with. She believed a good woman did not masturbate. Funny, Isabel would have taken her son to bed, but she wasn't that kind of woman.
When Lenny joined the Marines he was a virgin and when he got home from boot camp, he was still a virgin. There was no opportunity to meet girls in boot camp. And he'd never met a female Marine.
Being on liberty he could have worn his uniform but sometimes he wore civvies. When he did wear his uniform he'd have to beat off girls with a stick. He knew it was the uniform because he was still a nineteen year old virgin.
He was sent to Great Lakes Naval Station for electronics school. The closest liberty town was Milwaukee. That's where the prettiest girls were and when he wore his uniform it was real simple to meet girls.
There were women who worked at the USO club in Milwaukee and these women liked Marines. There were just a few Marines but thousands of sailors. The Marines were always sharp -- it was all spit and polish. Sailors wore whites, but were just sailors.
Chrissie worked at the USO club and she was always being asked out by sailors. She told them she was married and they left her alone. Her husband was a dud in bed, and she would have been better off telling people she was a widow. His name was Harry, good old Harry. As reliable as a door knob.
She had a teenage son, Billy, who was nineteen, the same age as Lenny. Her son was a business major at a junior college. The course work could have been handled by a high school student with above average intelligence. Thus, Billy breezed through, and spent most of his time chasing college girls or just plain masturbating.
Sometimes Chrissie wore glasses, appearing to be bookish and that scared guys away who considered education a necessary evil. She really had myopia so needed them for only for distances. But they were a good buffer between gentlemen 'types' and gropers.
She was stacked, and she knew it. Working at the USO, and being under forty, she had many opportunities to date. Her breasts were a 38D with curvy hips, long legs and a tight waistline. Her real desire was to date a Marine and the only Marine she would really talk to was Lenny. During Saturday night dances, Lenny was the only Marine who could really dance, and he could dance salsa and samba really well. She would be thrilled if she had the chance to date a Marine. At least she felt more patriotic than being fucked by a middle aged salesman.
Lenny had asked her to dance one Saturday night and she accepted. Usually guys in the service don't dance but Lenny knew the Latin dances and it was his mother who had taught him. Lenny was on liberty now, back in Boston, and was going to be home for a month. After that he'd go to San Diego to finish electronics school, and then overseas.
After he'd been at home a week he got a phone call from Chrissie. Essentially she asked him to drop by on the way to the west coast and spend some time with her. Of course Lenny said he would and two days later she picked him up at the airport in Milwaukee. There wasn't much for him to do at home in Boston.
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Chrissie finished straightening the house later than usual. She expected her son, Billy, home after his last class. She quickly showered, washed her hair and dressed since she planned on a few hours in bed with her neighbor's husband. That was wishful thinking!
She had been sleeping with Herbert for a few months, and it was better than nothing, for a fifty year old guy. He had a good line of bullshit, at least good enough to get her into bed, but after one quick fuck, he'd go to sleep. He wasn't much at foreplay and never kissed her pussy. Most of her time with Herbert was getting drunk.
Just as she was brushing her hair, and the telephone rang. It was Billy, telling her he was stuck at school, and not to expect him until dinner.
She was more than disappointed. She was depressed. She had to get laid. And now Billy was disappointing her. It was just too much.
She had her own set of morals and she felt comfortable with them. Fucking Herbert wasn't a sin. It was keeping Herbert from asking his wife for a divorce. She got fucked once a week from Herbert and she was bored.
She glanced at the clock, smoothed down her skirt and went downstairs for a drink. Her hand shook as she sipped the warm scotch.
I drink too much and don't fuck enough, she thought bitterly. Refilling her glass and not bothering with ice, she took her drink into the living room and flopped down on the sofa. She was annoyed when she heard the front door open. If that's Harry, she thought, we're gonna have a fight.
With an angry scowl, she went to the front hall. "Harry?" she snarled.
"It's me, Mom," Billy said, closing the door and placing his school books on the hall table.
"What are you doing home?"
His eyes raked over her body. "My afternoon classes were cancelled. I'm going to work on a paper. Wow, you're all dressed up!"
The horny mother glanced down at her chest. She was dressed up. Inappropriately so, for she had wanted to surprise Harry by wearing a low necked black dress and high heels. Now she felt foolish as she faced her son.
"I get tired of looking frumpy," she said.
"You never look frumpy." He bent down and kissed her cheek. Then he saw the glass she was trying to hide behind her back. "It's a little early for that, isn't it?"
"Don't you start telling me when to start drinking." She whirled around and returned to the living room.
He followed her. "Mom?"
She didn't look at him. "What?" She knew her voice was harsh, but she couldn't help it. "You're looking real hot!"
"I'm just a boring housewife!"
"You're just having one of those days. I studied depression in my Psych class and it's natural for everyone to be depressed once in a while."
"Everyone in this family has something interesting to fill their time except me." Tears came to her eyes and she tried hiding them by gulping her scotch.
Billy sat down on a lounge chair and crossed his legs. "Gloria has a stupid job, selling. That's not so interesting. When I'm through with school and working she'll quit and be a housewife like you. She's looking forward to it." Gloria was married to Herb, and most of what she said to him was 'when am I gonna see some action'.
Chrissie felt like crying. "I'm dull. At least, it feels dull." Her tongue felt thick. "No one really talks to me. You never talk to me like you talk to Gloria or to your friends."
He rose up and very gently took the glass from her hand. His arm brushed her tit. A shiver of excitement passed through her. Just that slight touch made her pussy moisten.
"You're not dull, Mom. You're sexy." He grinned and sat down next to her on the sofa.
"If you were going to have an affair I bet you wouldn't consider a woman my age!" She felt her face grow warm the moment the words were out.
He didn't answer for a while. Then he took a deep breath, sipped her drink and cleared his throat. "Who says?"
They turned to face each other simultaneously. His legs were wide-spread and she noticed that his prick was beginning to rise inside his jeans.
"You mean, you would?" she said, smiling despite herself.
He didn't try hiding the bulge in his crotch. He nodded. "Can't you tell? Look what you're doing to me!"
"Oh, my ..." Her cunt, which had been pleasantly damp, was now sopping wet. Since she was wearing no panties, she wondered if the wetness was soiling the sofa.
"Is that all you can say?" he grinned.
