Peter couldn't stop laughing. Some of it was just relief to finally get out of Texas. He knew kids who had been beaten had tough times adjusting. He didn't think he would. He felt free, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from him. He was finally with his mother and his sister. They were so normal. He didn't have to live with such hatred and anger in his heart anymore.
Some of it was the ridiculous spell episode he had with Margaret just before he left. He had no idea what caused the episodes, but she hadn't started it. Let her think she had. When she finally slid off of him a huge amount of cum poured out of her. She must have enjoyed it, because she spent the rest of the night with him. She wanted more later and he was happy to oblige. It was just him this time, however. Hard and fast.
And some of it was this ridiculous TV show they were watching. Time Life Classics had picked up Dr Who from the BBC. It was the silliest show he had ever seen. Those poor Brits had to watch this while Americans had serious shows like Batman and Johnny Quest. Maybe it was because they lost the Revolutionary war.
Piper mussed his hair. "You keep eating three slices of my pie and you won't stay fit like you are."
"Come on, Mom! Strawberry Rhubarb? Do you know how long it has been since I had decent cooking?"
"Your Dad was never much on anything but meat and potatoes," she said.
"Followed by Butter Brickle ice cream. Blech."
"But what about Miss Vicki, I mean Meredith?" asked Patty, snickering.
"Don't you start," warned Piper. "If you two are plotting secretly to get me and your father back together again I will start playing John Denver over and over again."
"Noooooo!"
People from Colorado either loved or hated John Denver. His real last name was Deutschendorf. A good last name to change, but people from Colorado were very territorial. You didn't just change your last name to Denver and come in and start singing songs like Rocky Mountain High like you had lived there your whole life and get away with it. That was probably why it took almost a year to become a hit. Somebody outside of Colorado had to hear it.
Blue Oyster Cult. That was a band that both Peter and Patty liked. Their first album had hit stores when Peter moved to Boulder. "Cities on Flame With Rock and Roll" rocked the airwaves. Patty also liked the fact that their original debut as "Soft White Underbelly" was so bad that they not only changed the band name, they came up with fake names for the band members. That's a bad debut.
Neither Patty or Peter had any musical talent themselves. Patty's friend, however, was a gifted violinist and pianist. Diana could just pick up a guitar and play anything. When she pulled off the riff from Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love" in a music store they were browsing, she caught Peter's attention.
She caught the whole store's attention, actually. The amplifier had been cranked pretty loud. The clerk came over and turned it down, but a couple of kids were staring at her in awe. It was a funny sight. She was short and skinny as a rail. You could barely see who had made such a thunderous sound as the guitar nearly concealed her.
That was how they spent the rest of the summer. Hanging out in music stores or on The Hill. Peter knew that Patty was trying to set him up with Diana. She was pretty, but too close to Patty. He didn't want to cause a rift if it didn't work out. She was surprisingly open with him for having met less than three weeks earlier. He decided to just tell her the truth as to why he wasn't responding to her advances. She seemed sad, but understood completely. They seemed better friends after that.
Patty and Diana weren't ready to tell him about their theory. They both swore they never would. They had both hoped that they would find out through Diana getting together with him. Now, it would have to come about another way. Since he had moved in, nothing had happened when he was alone. He was probably too shy to try anything in his new surroundings yet.
He also could hear everything that went on in the house. It seemed so small to him.
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Strangely, it was Piper that finally started it all. She had taken what vacation she could to be with them the last week before they started school, and was taking a relaxing shower after a long hike that morning. They had driven up near Bear Lake, a beautiful spot with some easy hiking. They weren't sure what Peter the "Flatlander" could take. People had to adjust to the thin air in Colorado. Sometimes it took awhile.
When she got out of the shower, she realized she had forgotten to check if there was a towel. No biggie. She simply strolled into Patty's bathroom to get one. Peter and Patty were talking in her bedroom.
"Oh, sorry," said Piper as she walked by the doorway. She made no attempt to cover herself. This was the 70s, after all.
Peter saw something he had never seen before. A flaming red bush, almost golden. His mother was pure Irish, with reddish golden hair and freckles everywhere. When she walked by, her bush had his undivided attention. She noticed. No biggie, she thought, he is just curious.
He was more than curious, he was turned on like crazy!
Piper had a tough, wiry body. She had small breasts that had never been more than a nuisance to her. Her thighs were beautiful, however. She was a skier, like her daughter. She barely had time anymore, but made sure she went as often as possible.
Owning one of the busiest restaurants in Boulder demanded almost all of her time, but she knew she had to make time for herself or she would burn out. Pelican Pete's had become famous. Robert Redford had eaten there. It was one of her fondest memories.
Her flaming red bush was now one of Peter's. He couldn't stop thinking about it. This was his mom! He had better stop thinking about it. He was no longer in a huge house with an alcoholic father and a crusty old manservant. He was in a much smaller space with two women.
As he tried to get to sleep that night he struggled with it. He kept seeing his mother, naked. She wasn't just walking by, she was turning into his room. Her bush must have had batteries attached. It was flaming red and was hypnotizing him. He had to see what was beneath.
He awoke suddenly. He had nearly reached orgasm in his dream. His cock looked gigantic in the moonlight.
What could he do? He was surrounded. His sister's bedroom was right next door. Across the hall was Diana, who was spending the night. Above him was his mother. One moan, one peep, and all three would know what he was doing. His mother had caught him looking at her bush. He saw it in her eyes. She didn't seem to care, like it was idle curiosity or something.
He had to do something. Was it wrong to masturbate thinking of your mother? He didn't know. She hadn't lived with him since he was a tiny boy. He wasn't sure he could resist anyway.
He tried to think of horrible things. Scary things. Nothing was working. He thought of a different tactic.
Squeeze it so hard it hurt. Really hard.
He turned to the side. If he screamed he wanted to bite the pillow. He hated to do this, but it had to be done. In his head he counted. 1...2...3.
As soon as his hand touched his cock the orgasm started. He tried to squeeze really hard, but there was no stopping it. He did manage to bite into the pillow, but his groan was still pretty loud.
