Will. Part 1.
When I was about 12 years old my mom and dad got a divorce. At first I continued to live with my mom at Lake Tahoe with my younger brother, Corky, but then that summer we moved down to live with my dad. For the school year we moved back to be with my mom, but again, for vacation I moved back to be with Dad and Corky stayed with Mom. When I got there things had changed, a woman had moved in with my dad and they were married.
Her name was Jackie, a nice looking woman but much younger than him, in fact not a lot older than me, I was thirteen and she was twenty five, I think. We got along pretty well at first, but she was always telling me what to do, which bugged me. After all, she wasn't my real mom. But she always gave me neat presents for my birthday and Christmas, and on those occasions she'd kiss me, and kiss me on the mouth sometimes. I liked that! But I didn't really understand the relationship between her and my dad. She was always going out with other men and my dad didn't seem to mind. I asked him about it once when I was older and he said - "Well she always comes home, doesn't she?"
When I was about eighteen I asked about it again and he tried to explain it to me. "Jackie's a lot younger than me and she needs to mix with people her own age once in a while."
"But she stays out all night, sometimes, what do they do all night?" I asked innocently.
"Sometimes it's hard to get home after they've been dancing and drinking and having fun, so she stays at a friend's house. It's perfectly alright."
Well I let that go, although, when I was alone in the house I'd check her stuff, especially her dirty underwear, which I found with the dirty clothes and it was often "soiled". But it was none of my business. Also I wasn't allowed to come home during the day, especially at noon. I didn't often need to, but I might have to, and they didn't give me a satisfactory explanation.
Once, in my senior year after my eighteenth birthday, I found I'd forgotten a book I had to have for a class, so I rode my bike home thinking I'd sneak in and no-one would know. I slipped in the front door very quietly, then stopped dead! I could hear Jackie talking to someone in the spare bedroom. I listened and heard talking and her giggling. Then long silences, then rustling and a man's voice.
"Take 'em off and kneel on the bed."
Then Jackie's voice. "You always want to do that lately, and it hurts."
"Last time you said you were starting to enjoy it, and it's nice and tight compared to your cunt, so turn around and bend over."
What was he doing to her, I wondered. She said, "Make sure you use lots of lube this time, you don't always use enough."
At first I didn't understand what they were doing, but I had to go past that room to get my book. Quietly I tip toed past. The door of the spare room was partly open and I could see the man standing behind Jackie who was kneeling on the bed. He had no pants on and nor did she. He gave her a shove and she grunted. His hands grabbed her bottom and he gave a hard shove.
"OW! That hurt." She said. "If you have to stick your dick in my asshole try to be more gentle. Are you using plenty of lube?"
"Shut the fuck up and enjoy it. Man that's tight."
My eyes were glued to his bottom which was thrusting back and forth, with her bottom showing in front of him.
Jackie was talking again. "Oh that's better, Richard. That's starting to feel good. A little bit harder now...OH oh oh, not that hard. Ooooooooooh fuck yes!"
I'd seen enough, and had a huge hard on. But I couldn't believe that Jackie was enjoying it. She was enjoying him fucking her asshole. I grabbed the book and practically ran out, grabbed my bicycle and got back to school just in time.
I could believe what I'd just seen, and when I looked at Jackie as she was getting dinner that evening I couldn't believe this was the same woman whose bottom I'd seen as she was being fucked at noon.
"Why are you staring at me?" She asked.
"I was just thinking what a lovely looking woman you are."
"Thank you." she laughed.
After dinner, when Dad and I were alone, I asked him, "Do many people have anal sex, and is it natural?"
"Well, you know, different people do different things when they're alone in their bedrooms, but why do you ask?"
"The kids at school are always joking about sex, and this comes up. It seems to me it might get very messy and it might hurt the girl. Do you think it does?"
"It might hurt, I think, if a man didn't use enough lubricant. I don't advise you to try it until you know a girl or woman really well, because in some ways it's more intimate than vaginal sex.
Then another time I was alone with Jackie and I got up enough courage to ask her about Richard. Was he her lover? I asked her.
"It's really none of your business, Will, but yes he is my lover."
"Is he your only lover, and is that why you don't go out so much lately?"
"You are getting pretty fucking nosy. What's your problem?" She never used that sort of language in front of me.
"I just feel sorry for Dad. He's the only one who should be doing that with you, not other men. How many lovers have you had?"
"Look Will," She was getting angry now, "It's none of your business how many lovers I've had, I've had a lot, and I enjoy it. I enjoy sex. I might ask you why you don't have a girl friend. Are you gay? That's okay, but get a fucking life and quit prying into mine." And she stormed out of the room.
It took a while for things to get back to normal between Jackie and me after that. For several days she was cold toward me. Maybe I should have apologized to her for prying into her private life, but I thought she should only have sex with one man, my dad. After a few days we were back on speaking terms again and over dinner Dad told us that he was going away for a couples of weeks soon and hoped we wouldn't be at each others throats while he was gone. We both told him not to worry, and I desperately wanted to make some smart remark about Jackie being busy with her lovers, but bit my tongue and shut up.
The evening he left I got home and when Jackie didn't show up for a while decided to start dinner. I was doing great by the time she arrived, frying chicken breast with a couple of potatoes and broccoli, with a small salad to start.
"Where've you been," I said as she walked in the door, "Seeing Richard?"
"Yes." She said tersely walking through to her room. I hadn't seen her that morning, I left early, but noticed that now she was wearing a short skirt, stockings and low heels, and looked very sexy.
She came back, "Oh, you've started dinner, thank you." She smiled. "I see, chicken, potatoes and broccoli. Perfect. Maybe I'll make a little sauce for the broccoli."