Old South Trailer Court Ch. 13

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.



Every man needs a pair.

Molly Miller was 45 years old and lived at the Old South Trailer Court alone. She lived alone because of her mental disability and her alcoholism. That is, she was manic-depressive, and self-medicated with liquor.

Molly was five-three, 170 pounds, brunette with shoulder length curls, green eyes, size 14 bottom, XL top, and drunk as a lord when the pickup she was riding in stopped at the Bayview Detox Center, and the driver pushed her out of the cab onto the pavement then drove away.

She lifted her head above the curb, and screamed incoherent nonsense as she cried and leaked stringy snot from her nose. Smokers roosting on the benches in front of the detox entry watched her and whispered to each other. Someone pressed the push to talk box, spoke to staff inside, and a male nurse came outside after five minutes. Then the smokers dropped their butts around the benches and went back to work.

Bill, the nurse, lit up a cigarette as he walked over to Molly, and squatted to talk. He exhaled and said, "If you got fifty bucks I got a bed for you."

Molly lifted her head off the pavement, wiped the snot off her face, and cried louder. Another nurse came outside, walked over to Bill and Molly, and spoke, "What we got?"

"She looks like a detox admit but I can't make any sense of what she says," he replied.

The other nurse squatted, "Hey?" Molly looked at her. "Where's your bag? We need some money."

Molly unleashed a load of cussing and more sobbing.

"What'd she say?" Bill asked.

"I'm not sure but I get the idea that whoever brought her here kept her bag and her money. Hey? Can you call anyone for the fifty dollars?" Molly shook her head and sobbed more. The nurses walked her inside to the triage room. The detox social worker remembered Molly, got her file, and called her son, Frank.

Molly had one child, a son named Frank, but had no clue who his father was; her husband was in jail when she conceived Frank, and the lucky winner was from a large pool of contestants. The social worker phoned Frank; Frank was at work doing maintenance at the Sunnyland Apartments and didn't answer.

Jewel was 18 years old, five-four, 140 pounds, short blonde hair, with blue eyes, size 6 pants and a small top. A student at Bayview Community College taking the nurse assistant course, she lived with her husband, Timmy, at the Sunnyland Apartments complex near the college. Frank knocked on her door.

Jewel ran to the door, cracked it as far as the chain allowed, and said. "Just a minute! OK?"

"Not a problem," Frank set his tool box down and wiped his brow. Jewel hurried back to the bedroom to put on a shift. She liked to exhibit her herself to guys doing roof and gutter repairs, if they were close by, and they liked looking at her. Buttoning it she went back to the door and let Frank in. Frank picked up his tool box and followed her to the bedroom bath.

"It's the sink, I think it's clogged," she said. Frank turned ON the tap and the sink filled without draining. Jewel sat at the foot of her bed to watch, and Frank opened his tool box. He looked at Jewel, and she smiled. "The last guy wasn't as cute as you," she said. Frank winked at her and opened the vanity doors to access the drain pipe, then lay down on the floor, and pushed his upper body in to the cabinet a little.

"Mind if I ask you a question?" Jewel asked.

"Go for it," Frank responded.

"Do you mind if I take my panties off?"

"Of course not, it's your house," he replied.

"OK, close your eyes and don't look!" She stood, lifted the hem of her dress, and tugged the panties down her legs, letting them fall to her ankles. Then she lay back on the bed and pulled them off her feet. Frank got an eye full of her camel-toe. "You didn't peek, did you?"

"Of course not!" He replied.

"Most guys would. That's how guys are. And you'd think Timmy, he's my husband, oughta know that's how they are," she said.

"You can't trust us an inch," Frank agreed.

"Not at all? She expressed surprised.

"It depends, I suppose," he mused.

"We went to a party the other night, and me and a guy were in the bedroom, cause it was really noisy, and we got to talking about shaving, you know, and I asked the guy if he thought I'd look better with or without hair, and he said he liked both. But that wasn't my question, you understand?" She said.

"Sure," Frank pulled the p-trap off the sink and pulled a gob of soapy hair out.

"So what do you think?" She asked.

"About how you'd look?"

"Uh, huh," she replied.

"I'd want to see," he said, and stood up.

"I shaved it this morning," she confessed.

"I know! It was in the pipe," he laughed. "Next time do it in the tub."

"I see better standing on a stool in front of the mirror," she said. "I'd let you see but I don't think I oughta trust you to keep your mouth shut. Timmy had a cow when he found me in the bedroom with that guy."

Frank let it go.

"Well? Would you tell anyone?" She asked.

"No," he replied.

Jewel pulled up her dress. "If you say a word you'll never see it again!" Frank looked at her. "You can touch it if you want to," she unbuttoned the shift to her neck, removed it, and lay back on the bed with her legs apart. Frank sat beside her and rubbed her vulva, pulling his middle finger along the groove, lightly pressing it in. "Do you live here?" She looked at Frank with half closed eyes.

"Uh, huh," he said.

"Maybe you can shave me next time," she suggested. "Are you hard?"

"Feels like it," Frank replied.

"Can I feel it?" She asked. Frank put her hand on his fly and she squeezed the fabric with her fingers. "It's feels bigger than Timmy's penis. Do you have a penis or a cock?"

"I guess, both," Frank pushed his finger in to her hole.

"I showed you mine, so let me see it," she demanded. Frank stood, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his zipper down. Jewel sat up, tugged on the pants, then pulled Frank's dick out the fly of his boxers. "Are you married?" She asked.

"No," Frank replied.

"You can put it in my mouth if you want to," she offered. Frank pulled his shoes and boxers off as Jewel tugged the tee shirt over his head, then straddled his chest, pressed her cunt against his mouth, and lowered her face to his cock and in to her wet mouth.

When her lips touched the base of his cock she raised her face till her mouth covered just the head then she sucked it and swept her tongue about it while she cupped his balls and squeezed them. Jewel then closed her eyes and sucked and jacked him till she felt him tense, pushing her mouth down his shaft to take his full load.

She swallowed most of it but enough got past her lips to drool down her chin. She licked off what she collected on her fingers.

"Put it in me," she whispered, and lay on her back. Frank moved between her legs, pressed the head against her groove, and pushed it in. He reached behind him, grabbed a pillow, and put it beneath her head.

Jewel's husband walked in the door as Frank was leaving. Jewel was dressed again. Tim noticed that one of her buttons wasn't fastened, nothing unusual. He figured she slept all day since she stayed up late studying on-line, most nights.

Frank checked his phone, called the Bayview social worker, and drove there after work.

Molly was coherent and able to walk, and refused to stay. "I think you oughta stay and dry-out, I really do," Frank said.

"Just shut up and take me home," she said. They went to Frank's car and left.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"No, but I need some cigarettes; that asshole stole my bag, I'll claw his balls off if I see him again," she growled.

"Who's the guy?" Frank asked.

"I don't know; just some dick-wad I met yesterday," she frowned.

"When do you get your next check?" He asked.

"What's today?" She asked.

"The 15th," he replied.

"The 28th," she said, why?"

"You gotta have some money till you get paid," he reminded her.

"You gonna loan me some money?" She wondered.

"No, I'm gonna give you some money after we get you some groceries and cigarettes," he replied.

Molly parked her ass in a scooter and followed Frank around the Pennywise-Foodland store, overturning a few displays and bumping legs.

With a carton of 305s, and a bag of frozen pizzas, Frank then took her to the trailer park, giving her twenty bucks as he was leaving. Molly sent a neighbor to the Quick Stop for a gallon of their merlot.

When Frank got home he found a note stuck in his door. Joan Pavlica wrote the note. Her air conditioner wasn't working. Frank got his tool box and went to her apartment.

Joan was 60 years old, five-six, 170 pounds, shoulder length blonde, hazel eyes, size 12 pants, medium top. Married teacher, husband disabled with paralysis. Frank knocked on her door.

"Who is it?" Joan called through the door.

"Maintenance," Frank replied. Joan unfastened the chain lock, released the dead-bolt, and opened the door. She was made-up and wearing a diaphanous robe that hardly concealed her nipples and bush.

Her husband, Bob, wheeled himself from the bedroom to the front door beside her. "C'mon in!" He said. "Boy are we glad to see you!"

The apartment felt cool to Frank but he opened his tool box, pulled out a thermometer, and set it near the grill where air was pulled from the home and returned to the cooling unit. Bob and Joan seemed curious about the thermometer. "I wanna check the temperature, to see if it's within specs," Frank said. "Should take about 30 mintes."

"Then let's sit in the living room and be comfortable," Bob suggested. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No, I'm fine," Frank said.

"How about you, hon?" Bob asked his wife.

"Gin and tonic, thank you," she said, smiling at Frank.

Bob made their drinks and brought the gin and tonic to his wife. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said.

"You married, Frank?" Bob asked. Joan looked at Frank and smiled.

"No," Frank replied.

"Got a girl?" Bob followed up.

"Not really," Frank said.

"A friend with benefits, huh?" Bob laughed and Joan smiled.

"Um, maybe more benefits than friend," Frank chuckled.

"Even better!" Bob smiled and Joan laughed.

Joan said, "I imagine a good looking young guy like you is popular with all the ladies here."

"You're kind,"Frank replied.

"No she's not, Frank; why she talks all the time about how sexy you are, right, hon?"

"I do," Joan said, winked at Frank and took a sip of her drink.

"Frank? I have a confession to make," Bob said.

"What's that?" Frank wondered.

"We didn't call you to fix the 'ac', we wanted to see if you might be interested in servicing Joan, seeing how I can't; whatcha think?" Bob proposed.

"Your wife if very pretty!" Frank said.

"You ain't seen the half of it; Joan, let the man take a look at you," Bob suggested.

"Bob! You're gonna embarrass the man!" She said.

"Naaah. Frank? Wouldn't you like to see her without the wrapper? Sure you would!" Bob said, as he opened her robe. Joan didn't resist. Bob put his hand on her tit, "Feel this!" he said, taking Frank's hand and placing it on the other tit. Joan closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the sofa.

"You thinking about his cock, baby?" Bob asked.

"Uh, huh," she whispered as she moved a hand to her pussy to feel it.

"Where do you want Frank's cock?" Bob asked.

"I don't care, in my mouth," she mewed and opened her eyes a little, then worked a finger into her groove, feeling for her clit.

"Help her out, Frank; get closer so she can feel you!" Bob urged. Joan drained her drink and put her hand on Frank's bulge while her other hand played with her pussy. She pressed her lips against Frank's mouth.

"Feels hard, feels nice," she cooed. "I want it."

"Take her to the bedroom, Frank," Bob said.

"Yes," Joan agreed. "Let's go fuck all night."

She took Frank to the bedroom. Bob rolled along behind them, closed the door, and rolled off to watch tv till bed time. Frank undressed and guided his cock between Joan's lips as she balanced herself, sitting on her legs at the side of the bed. She coated the head with gobs of saliva and pushed it around with her tongue as she looked up at his face and jacked his shaft slowly for several minutes until she felt him ready to spurt, then tightened her fingers around him to stop it. "I want your cum in me, lie down," she told him.

Joan gripped Franks cock tight till he was on his back, then straddled him and guided the head in to her cunt, releasing her fingers once he was all the way inside. She waited a minute before she started jacking him with her pussy as her legs moved her bottom up and down.

Back at the trailer park Molly was wasted and horny, and went looking for some cock with cigarette stuck in her lips and the jug of wine gripped in her hand. Her first stop was at Reba Parker's trailer. "Where's your old man?" Molly asked.

"What in hell do you want him for?" Reba demanded to know.

"I wanna fuck him," Molly replied.

"Get the hell away from here you goddamned drunk!" Reba shouted.

Molly then yelled, "Billy Parker! Get your ass out here and fuck me! It's okay, honey, your skank wife knows." Reba slugged Molly.

Joan was cleaning Frank's cock with her tongue when his phone rang.