CHAPTER 7
Joan telephoned Jack from the service station down the street and he picked her up in just a few minutes.
“Hi, Lady. Want a ride?” he said.
“I’m not in a mood for foolishness.” She got in the car next to him.
“Well, I just dropped you out at your house and thirty minutes later you called. What’s wrong?”
“I can’t tell you. I just don’t want to be at the house right now.”
“Anywhere special you want to go?” He had pulled out on the street and was headed back through town.
“No. I’d rather not go back home until I get something out of my system. Do you mind?” She slipped over close to him and laid her hand on his thigh.
“Anything you say, sweetheart. I have nothing to do until school tomorrow.” He put his arm around her neck and let his hand hang down close to her breast.
“Let’s go out in the country. I’m all mixed up. I’ve got to sort things out in my head.” She laid her head over on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He realized that she was thinking and kept quiet, just letting his hand rest gently on her tit.
Joan tried to analyze her feelings. She knew her brother was fucking Ellen every chance he got. And she had thought her mother was getting cock regularly because she would get cross and irritable but after a date with James she would be her usual, happy self again. There was nothing unusual about both of them wanting a little sex that was their business.
She moved her hand up on Jack’s thigh until it was resting on the bulge of his cock. She wondered if it was seeing them that had upset her. She and a girl friend had watched a couple fucking in the back of a car at the drive-in movie and that had been fun. They’d gotten hot and played with each other’s pussies for relief. It couldn’t be seeing them fucking that had gotten her so upset.
I wonder, she thought, could it be that I was horny and needing Billy for myself? No. I wasn’t even thinking about sex when I got home. Seeing them did make me hot, my pussy is dripping right now. She moved her shoulders, pushing her head further up on Jack’s shoulder. He dropped his hand into the opening of her blouse and let his fingers lie between her titties.
Would I feel like this if it had been somebody else? No, I don’t think so. Was it seeing my mother putting out? No, I’ve known for a long time that she liked to fuck. I’d just never seen her before. Could it be that seeing Billy fucking somebody else would do me like this? Maybe. I’ve been in his bed for two night straight but I don’t think that would get me so screwed up. Joan wasn’t aware that she was rubbing Jack’s cock or that it was growing. Her fingers molded around it and she kept them moving a [missing text].
I wonder if it could be seeing them together, she wondered. She felt her face pow hot at the thought. My mother mid my brother were fucking each other, that’s what it is. I thought I was the only one in the family getting Billy’s cock but seeing him and Mother going at it was just more than I could take. They were fucking! My brother was actually fucking my mother! Oh, my God! I feel my pussy flowing again. It was just too sudden, I should have been prepared before I walked in on them.