Pam & Ethan by jallen944 © Part 1 Ethan stopped the GTO in front of Dariens 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 Dariens 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 didnt respond. He knocked again and finally Dariens father turned to look. "What do you want?" he said, with slurred words. "Im here to see Darien. I got some stuff to give him." "What stuff?" "Hockey stuff?" Dariens father looked puzzled, then said, "Oh yeah. Hes in his room." Ethan opened the door and went in. Dariens 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, whats going on?" Darien said. She waved with her fingers and smiled. "Hi Ethan." For a moment he couldnt speak. She was the last person he expected to see in Dariens 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 wasnt for that deal he got me with that junior team I wouldnt 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 dont want some of this? Its the best shit I had in a long time." "That stuffs 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? Im warm and wet," she said, and licked the tip of her middle finger. "I cant right now. I gotta get home." She frowned. "Ok. Maybe next time?" "Later, man. Ill see you on Monday," Darien said. Ethan hesitated. Were they done? Was he kicking him out? But he didnt 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 dont mind." "No, I dont 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 Id 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, thats 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 shes 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 fathers ... equipment, and then some, and shes 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." "Thats very generous," Ethan said. "I knew you would think so." "What do you wanna talk about?" "Lets 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 shes 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? Pams body has filled out very nicely. Have you fucked that girl yet?" she said. "I wasnt thinking about fucking her." "Well get with it, son. Havent you ever noticed the look in her eyes when shes near you?" He didnt 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. Id 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. He closed his eyes and pretended it was her in front of him with his cock in her mouth instead of Mrs. Thorn. Her mouth was smaller and would have to stretch even wider. Her jaw might not even open that wide. She would turn her eyes up to look into his while she moved her head back and forth. Would she be as good at giving a blowjob as Mrs. Thorn? No, she would be better. He would cup her soft, puffed out cheeks in his hands and lace his fingers behind her neck and pull her closer. His cock would slide deeper into her mouth. She would gag, like Mrs. Thorn, but she wouldnt stop there. He would squeeze her head tighter and pull harder, pushing with his hips at the same time. Pam would gag more and tears would run from her eyes until she swallowed, and his cock would slide down her throat an inch at a time. When her nose was in his pubic hair she would look up at him again with those big, beautiful eyes and try to smile around the thickness of his shaft. Ethan groaned and started to cum. Before he realized it was Mrs. Thorn blowing him and not Pam, he had dumped most of his load in her mouth. She yanked his cock out of her mouth and spit his sperm into a puddle on the floor. "Goddamnit Ethan. What have I told you about cumming in my mouth?" she said, and wiped her mouth with her hand. "Sorry. It was an accident." She stood up and wiped the cum from her hands with a dish towel. "You were thinking about Pam, werent you?" "Yeah." She put her hand around his slimy, hard cock. "Ill forget about it as long as you got enough in here for one more fuck." "Sure, I can do that. Where do you want to go?" "I want you to show me your room. I want you to fuck me there."