Spoonervile woke up to a beautiful sunny day morning. 

A perfectly cool summer that would make anyone feel ready to take on the day. Even the laziest students or kids going to school felt like they could deal with whatever a normal day of school could throw at them.

The same couldn’t be said for one former Mrs.Pete. 

Peg woke up feeling groggy along with a mild stress headache that wouldn’t leave her alone. She’d just woken up from having dropped the kids off at school and went right back to bed afterward.  She grabbed the clock by her nightstand and let out a grumble as she saw the time was 1:24PM. Just a few hours before her kids needed to be picked up.

Peg and Pete had divorced. 

Pete brought up a lot of solid arguments for why they should have split upWhile he still cared for her in his own way, the spark the two shared over the years had faded away and there wasn't any kind of physical intimacy between them that made him want to stay together. Not just sex either. No kissing, hugs or the sweet gentle touches that the two of them used to share all the time. The former wife didn’t even realize she hadn’t been yelling at him until it was all over. They just talked and talked and in a matter of days, the two were officially split apart. 

PJ and Pistol took it hard but the both of them reassured their kids that they would still love and care about them. Nothing was going to change on that. 

What did change however was Pete taking his stuff and moving out of the house until things were further settled. Part of her wanted to confront the big lug if he was sleeping around with someone else but she didn’t have the heart to listen or even entertain the idea. Was she jealous? No, no, of course not. Well… She had her doubts but that nagging little voice in the back of her head made her second guess herself. Was Pete with another woman? He didn't seem to act any different than usual. The same big, crass and bull headed fat cat that she remembers sleeping with all those years ago. Walking down the aisle, flowers in hand and driving like crazy in the car…

Her chest ached. Tears began to fill her eyes as she wondered what could have caused all this.
She didn’t want to cry. To not give Pete any more of her heart to break than she feels right now. Her face clung to the pillow as she fruitlessly fought back against the years. 

**KNOCK KNOCK**

Peg whipped her head up from her pillow, trying her best to wipe away any hint of crying before pulling the covers up to her chest. 

	“C-come in?”

Her bedroom door creaked to reveal Goofy. His hands over his eyes.

	“Are ya decent, Peg?”

Just for a moment, Peg just wanted to run up to the Goof and hug him as tight as she could, even as nude as she is now. Out of everyone she knew in life, Goofy never failed to make her smile or show her that he’s a true friend to her to the end. 

	“Don’t worry Goofy, you can’t see anything, I promise. “

He lifted one tentative finger followed by the rest of his digits before finally letting his hands go and looking at his saddened friend. He calmly sat on the bed beside her.

	“I uhh… I didn’t know if you’d eaten anything yet so I brought over a few plates of food! Nothing much. I made ya a personal pan meatloaf, some corn on the cob, grilled fish, smoked salmon, crispy chicken wings with extra jalapeño sauce (family secret recipe), mashed potatoes, baked ziti, a big ol bowl of sweetened pork n’ beans and a couple cakes and one apple cherry pie! Oh yeah I went ahead and cleaned up the house for ya and…”

As Goofy kept listing off the things he’s done, Peg shut him up with a gentle kiss on the cheek.

	“Thank you Goofy.” For a moment, he looked stunned before smiling.

	“Anytime Peg. I know I… I can’t even imagine what you’re going through right now but just know. You got me and Max right here beside you. And we’re gonna always be there for you. Not just now. But for the good times to. Our families are always gonna be connected and I don’t wanna lose that with you or… Well you know.”

She knew Goofy would always see Pete as his friend. She knew better than to try and force him to try and be against him and trusts her best friend too much to throw that away over him still being friends with her now ex-husband. 

	“It’s okay Goofy. You can still say his name. I just can’t promise there won’t be one or seven nasty things said about him followed after.” She laughed, as did Goofy. 

Goofy gave her a warm smile before excusing himself and letting the lady of the house get herself ready for the day. 

As heartbroken as she feels, she wasn't going to let this stop her from doing what she likes. A heavy heart only sinks when it stops moving!

Peg forced herself out of bed and took a nice long shower. The hot water over her body was like magic. The grime and tension headache she felt earlier from waking up seemed to fade away to almost nothing as she cleaned herself off. As emotional as she felt over things, something inside her called for attention. And it was something Pete pointed out that really hit the nail on the head for her. She’s horny. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she got herself off or got off from a nice good, hot round. One of the few times Pete ever got her off was well over right, maybe ten or so years ago…

Peg’s memories of that night were vague and had faded over the years but instead of trying to remember, she just reminded herself of the feelings. Being full, the heat of their bodies together. The way his voice growled in her ear. As she rubbed herself down, sliding her open hand across her slit, something held her back. No matter how much she played with her pearl, she needed more than her own hand. The shower gave her the comfort she needed but it just wasn't the same.

	‘Maybe I need to start looking at some home toys…’

After stepping out of the shower, Peg gave herself a good long once over. 

Her hips curved down a healthy pair of thighs, showing off she has mothered her own fair share of children. Smooth, peach colored skin. Her big juicy girls, a nice taught belly that curved down towards her juicy thighs. 

If there was anything Peg knew she had a lot of women beat, in spades, are her big child bearing hips and ass. 

She looked down at her own chest, giving her girls a good squeeze with her forearms. Fat sweaty puppies that were the wet dreams of any man who loved a nice pair. Even with her hair wet and down, the red curtains look as bright and lively as when she was in highschool, if not a few shades brighter. Whenever they went out, she would always slyly catch one or two guys checking her out, quickly turning away so as to not make her angry or worse, get caught by her big fat husband. 

While she holds a good pair, her biggest asset is… Well her ass.

She turned to look at her behind, admiring her own view in her reflection. Her work outs, yoga and burning calories yelling at Pete all the time certainly gave her backdoor a lot in terms of volume and shape. Years of eating lots of good food, including Petes cook outs, having carried two bundles of joys in her belly gave her hips simply added more on. She shook her mama making hips, watching the slight bit of chub jiggle. Peg ran a tentative hand over herself, getting a good handful of her cheek before letting it go. 

Being a little more adventurous than usual, Peg shooker her money maker. Women and girls half or double her age just couldn’t compare! The faint memory of when Pete had his chance with her, he couldn’t hold himself back when she threw herself back at him. He’d let out that high pitched whine before he’d empty whatever he could. Hell, she tempted him so much that Pistol came into the picture a little sooner than expected

	“Come on, girl get yourself together! You still got it and then some!” Peg gave herself a nice hard slap on the ass, watching the impact wave travel before doing it again. She bent over, still looking at the mirror, showing off the same kind of view Pete once had the privilege of looking at. “You’re still as sexy as you were in highschool! Fat tits, fat ass, who wouldn’t want you?!”

Again and again, Peg slapped her cheeks a few more times before spreading herself apart, showing her hungry slit to her reflection.

	“He was lucky he got a piece of you! Just cause he’s gone, doesn't mean a thing!”

It took the new divorce a few minutes to realize what she’s doing to herself. She let out a frustrated sigh before putting on her clothes and heading out to do some driving before picking up the kids.  

The whole time, Peg couldn’t get her mind off of everything. Her lack of a husband. The needs she didn’t know she had until he was gone. Something inside her had woken up after having been a mother all these years and she needed something to help keep her sanity together. It wasn’t driving her crazy but a deep need inside her just wouldn’t leave her mind in peace. Whispers of pleasure and hunger that needed to be satisfied…

*A Few Days later*

The week had come and gone in the blink of an eye. Peg managed to get herself together and not show her sadness in front of her kids but she couldn’t lie to herself that she was missing something important in her life. She hated Pete for ripping out her heart and the love her kids kept her sane, she needed something more.

A good man.

Now that it’s the weekend and she’s taken a small break from work, Peg has chosen to spend the day with Goofy. Pistol went with her friends and PJ took the chance to sleep in after a long gaming session. Her best friend made it his mission to perk her up and make her smile. Even if she wasn't feeling crummy, he had already accomplished his mission ten fold just by being there.

	“Do you wanna watch some tapes I got? I got golfing, wrestling, action spy movies, a TON of treasure hunter movies! Oh! If you don’t feel like watching movies, I got plenty of board games! Me and Maxy play them sometimes!” Goofy held boxes upon boxes, placing them down on the coffee table in the living room as Peg sat down drinking her cup of tea.

	“That does sound good but Speaking of your boy, where is Max? PJ was playing games by himself last night and I didn’t hear those two argue so I assumed he wasn't over. “

At this Peg saw Goofy’s usual energy lower just a little. He placed the boxes down and let out a sigh. 

	“Max’s been a little sad as of late. I think a girl he was sweet on either didn’t feel the same way or she’s with someone else. “ I wanna talk to him about it but you know how teenagers can be. He hasn’t been aggressive or anything. Just held up in his room most of the day. 

Peg took a moment to think before downing the remainder of her drink.

	“How about I go talk to him? Give him some advice from a woman's perspective? He might be a bit more open if it’s me?”

	“Ah Peg, I couldn’t ask you to do that. I know things have been rough for you and all-” Peg had already gotten up and shushed her best friend with a finger to his lips. 

“I want to do this. Besides, I… I think me and Max might be able to share a bit of common ground. Please Goofy?”

“... You’re a great friend Peg.” Goofy surprised her by giving her a sudden hug, squeezing her tight before giving it back tenfold, nearly squeezing the life out of the Goof before releasing him. He took a deep inhale, reinflating himself back to normal and stretching his squeezed muscles and bones back into place as she went upstairs. “I’ll leave you two alone. If you need anything, I’ll be back. Gonna grab a lot of steaks and prepare to cook up a lot of food for all of us tonight!”

Peg knew where to find the boy’s room. She knocked on his door, waiting for a reply. Nothing. She knocked again and a very quiet “Come in.” Finally answered her. 

A familiar smell hit her face. Dirty clothes, the smell of snacks of all kinds, disheveled piles of clothes. A particular hint of lotion that had its obvious uses. This was a guys room alright. She didn’t want to admit it but there was a small reminder of Pete’s basement. The lights are off and she could see the second man of the house hiding away under the covers, curled up.

“Dad, can we please not talk right now? I just… I just need some time to think.” Peg placed her hands on her hips, looking at the curled bed clump.

“Then how about you and I talk a bit?”

Max finally popped out of his little bed-sheet cocoon at hearing the familiar female voice of his next door neighbor. 

Puffy, slightly red eyes. Disheveled hair. Clothes he wore a day ago. 

The boy looked like a mess to put it lightly. 

	“Mind if I take a seat with you?”

Max tried to save face but gave up as he sat up from his bed. Peg’s heart hurt just looking at him. She couldn’t blame him. When it hurts, it hurts. 

	“I know it's not easy losing a love Max. I’m not gonna tell you what it's like. You feel it now. And … I’m right there for you. Your dad knows it too. Pistol. Pj. All of us. You’ll find love again Max.”

	“I…”

Peg felt him suddenly wrap his arms around her waist, burying his face into her chest and trying his best to not cry. Something in her heart welcomed the open embrace, coo’ing and reassuring the young man that it will be okay. She rubbed his back, feeling his hot breath warm the front of her shirt. 

They just stood there in silence, enjoying each other's company. Max didn’t want to leave her warmth. And Peg was more than happy to invite him in.

	“You’re a handsome, young man with your whole life ahead of you. You have so much time to find your true love. Don’t waste your years trying to catch one fish. There’s a whole sea of them out there.” She smiled as Max peaked up at her, looking at her with his big doe like eyes. Peg couldn’t stop herself from smiling at the adorable gaze. She runs a hand over his cheek, spreading her warmth over his tear stained face.

	“I’m just an old fish. A lost catch.” She chuckled to herself. 

At this Max sat up and quickly replied “No you’re not!”

Caught off guard by the outburst, Max began to ramble on to the flabbergasted feline. 

	“You’re strong and gorgeous. An-and you’re a really wicked awesome mom and you’re tough and beautiful! And… Any guy would be lucky to have you in their life! You’ve been like a mom to me, you’ve taken care of me and I… I can’t imagine a life without you in it! You’re a beautiful woman and I just want you to be happy!” 

Something inside her swelled up with Max’s words. Her heart fluttered like a girl in school being confessed to. Peg could only look at the young man, feeling her face flush red as the words really began to hit her. Such a cute younger man was calling her beautiful, complimenting her so many times rappid that she didn’t know what to say. For once, all she could do was stammer as she sat on the bed. The door closed, his father had left the two of them left together in a home…

	Dare she..?

Peg finally snapped out of her trance. She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

	“Thank you Max. ANd don’t you lose sight of being the sweet boy you are. I-I have to leave now.”

Before Max could say anything else, Peg left the young Goof’s room. 

Her heart beat kept going higher and higher. She went through the kitsch door leading to the backyard, hurrying back to her home and trying to calm herself down and failing. Excitement bubbled up from deep in her chest as she ran to her room, locking it behind her. She panted heavily. Harder than any work out she’d ever experienced in her life. 

	“Did I really think about doing it?” She covered her mouth as shock spread across her face. “Did I seriously… With a boy no older than my own son??”

Peg wanted to throw up. She’s desperate and lonely, sure but to lay her hands on such an innocent and heartbroken boy… To even consider it!The disgust inside her fought bravely but her own sexual desires felt like they’ve been set on fire. All his compliments, the way he talked to her, calling her beautiful. How he wants her in his life. Peg tried to push the thoughts away. To focus on something to make her stop. She remembered all the times she was there with the boy. Seeing his happy smiling face, picking him up from school. Dropping Max and PJ off like he was her own kid.

‘He’s not a kid anymore. He knows the pain of losing a budding romance. He’s as innocent as a sweet little cherry. Nearly ripe and ready to POP.’

	“No no!! It’s not right!” she yelled at herself. “He’s just a boy!”

	“A boy? That budding stack of stud could pass for a man without a doubt. I bet he’s packing like his daddy too. You sneaked a peak at him once. You know he’s got a fuck cannon between his legs. And Max being his son…”

Peg looked at the clock. It read 2:34PM.

She bit her lip as she went to her bed. Pulling down her pants and panties, tossing them out of the bed as she tried to masturabate, a vain attempt to control herself and not think about Max. How much he’s matured over the years under her eyes. All the times his young hands touched her body, in a non-sexual way that she just couldn’t help but be reminded of. 

She started with two little fingers. Rubbing and playing with her lips, slowly wrapping around her pearl as she slid into herself. Her thoughts and judgment became more closed as she kept playing with herself.  That poor boy didn’t know what he had awakened inside of her. The fags of an older woman seeking to take his innocence away, to feel him inside her. To be the woman in his life that makes him a real man all in one go. 

His developing muscles. His sweet attitude. The way he “hyucks” like his dad whenever he’s really happy or surprised. 

	“Nnnmm.. Noo… I can-ohh fuu…”

Her mind drifted to seeing him naked. Young, wild meat. Untouched or played with by any other woman. She imagined the lean muscles exposed. Whipping out his cock and feeling it slowly slide down her tunnel until his heavy eager balls rested right on her ass. Clumsy but eager thrusts as he tried to find their rhythm. 

	“F-fuck…” 

Peg couldn’t stop thinking about how much of an awful woman she is. Wanting to use a boy she considers to be her own child like a sex toy. But how could she resist? He flattered her more than Pete had in the last several years of their marriage and meant it. Not a hint of a lie in his words. He meant everything. B-but it still wasn’t right! Peg knew it wasn’t. Who would take a boy that’s barely in high school?!

Her fingers danced on her lower lips, playing with her sensitive parts, teasing herself as she continued to fight herself. Her lust vs. her mind. Her desires vs her duty as a parent. Hunger vs disgust. No matter how much Peg played with herself, she couldn’t bring herself over the edge. Humping and grinding into the bed, playing with her nipples or even biting into one of her nipples wasn’t enough to get her off. 

All her usual tricks to get her off failed miserably. She needed more.

And it seemed that more was gonna be Max. Whether he wanted it or not.

Peg just layed in bed, considering what she’d just thought to herself. She was really going to use such an innocent and vulnerable boy for her own vulgar desires. Her heart beat wouldn’t stop racing at the idea. Visions of her desires wouldn’t stop playing in her mind. The sickening desires of such a cute boy all for herself lingered in her sexual haze. 

Thanks to Goofy, she didn’t have to worry about food and spent the day and night trying to try and sleep off her desires. This only made the problem worse. From what she could recollect, her nmind tortured her with deams of Max screwing her brainddead. Her mind created every sick thought and action she could imagine and wanted. When Max wasn’t rutting her, Peg had the boy collated and restrained, using him like a emat dildo and riding him harder than she’d ridden anything before in her life. It was well into the  morning when she’d woken up, drenched in sweat and her bed sheets a mess from her self induced wet dreams. 

The first thing she did after stepping out of bed was looking outside to hear the mower running. Instead of seeing Goofy, Max was the one cutting her yard. She placed a hand on the glass, pressing her chest against it as she watched the young man clean her yard. Her fingers found her tunnel once again, finding the missing sparks from last night finding her as she watched poor Max mow the lawn. She lifted her shirt up just enough to where her bare chest pressed against the glass. So dangerous and visible but she indulged herself, testing her luck as she watched the boy take his shirt off, revealing his sweat drenched body.

At this, Peg came. She tightened the grip on her own fingers, struggling to stand up straight as she squeezed her hand tight in her own thighs.

A dark smile formed on her lips. Curling from ear to ear, she leered at Max’s body, clawing at the window, scratching them as she resolved to do what she wouldn’t have dreamed of at all years ago.

The normally rounded ends of her hair began to curl up, forming into vaguely horn-like shapes with sharpened ends, clearly giving off her darker intent. 

Later that day, Goofy had asked Peg to come over for some moral support for an idea he had. He didn’t tell her anything else until they came to the living room with Max sitting down on the couch, watching TV. 

	“Well Maxy, since you’ve been in a better mood, I figure you deserve a little something.” Goofy pulled out his wallet and handed his dear son $55. Seeing the big bills was enough to put an innocent sparkle in his eyes. “Take yourself out, go to the park, go see some movies, hit the arcades, do whatever you wanna do! Just… Please be back home by ten, okay?”

Peg and Max knew Goofy is very adamant about being out late so for him to give the go ahead and be out so late was quite the surprise. 

While Max looked happy, there was still a small hint of doubt in his eyes. Before he could counter any thoughts, Peg pipped in.

	“You know Max, it’s quite the walk to the skatepark and I have some things I need to take care off. Why don’t I take you out there and I’ll be off? Goofy, would you please let Pistol and PJ know I’ll be out all day?”

For a moment, she thought she was busted but Goofy bounced right onto the idea. 

	“That’d be perfect! What’d ya say Max? I’ll even throw in another $10 for EXTRA buttery popcorn!”

Max looked down at the money.

	‘Come on… Come on…!!’ Peg thought to herself. 

	“...You know what? I’ll go!”

Peg and Goofy both let out a united “Yes!” of success before hugging. If only Goofy knew what his best friend was cooking up.

The duo wasted no time. Gathering their things, they drove out of view of the rest of their family. On the car ride, Max looked so cute. A pair of jeans, orange shirt and wallet attached to a chain in his jeans.  He smiled as he turned up the tunes, hamming out to some Powerline. Peg restrained herself…

What would have been a long walk or fairly shorter travel with his skateboard, lasted only a few minutes. Or it should have.

Max didn’t pay attention to Peg taking a longer road than normal to the skatepark. He talked about how happy he is to get outside and enjoy himself to be happy and have fun again.  He kept thanking her and his dad for pushing him to get out of the house after his heartbreak.  Part of Peg felt somewhat sorry. But the other part of her didn’t care how sad he felt. She wants a new man and she’s gonna have a new one.

Rather than the skatepark, Peg brought Max over to a well known far off spot where couples would often come for some more intimate alone time.

	“Uhh Mrs.Pete? Why are we… Here?” He looked at her with a look of innocent confusion.

	‘It’s time.’ She told herself. The lonely divorce turned to look at the young man’s face. She placed a reassuring hand on his cheek before gently pulling him into a deep hug. Similar to before in his room, she ran her hand over his back.

	“Max, I know it’s not easy. Too lose a love. And I want to tell you, from someone who’s hurting… I’m here for you.” She pulled Max away, looking at him with the caring face of a mother who simply wanted to help a hurt child. Beneath it, a venous vixen prepared to unleash her poison to taint an innocent minor.

	“Mrs.P…” He looked ready to cry. 

The car felt like a world away from their troubles.

Peg placed a soft hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly. What would be considered sensual was seen as just friendly loving touches between a trusted adult and a wounded teenager. Peg’s eyes closed ever so slightly, from kind and caring to an expression of desires. As if inviting the one she’s looking at to join her in bed. The beginning of something far more lewd.

She leaned forward.

	“Mrs-”

	“Shhh…” She placed an assuring hand on the back of his head. “No more of that now. Call me Peg.”

With that order, she closed the distance between them with a soft, sensual kiss. Her soft lips pressing down onto his. Her hand on the back of his head. A soft rumble escaped her throat, hitting the back of Max’s mind.

The first kiss of unrequited love. 

[Part 1 - END]