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Eddie's Mother (family)
by Anonymous
first published by "The Editor"
Chapter 1
Eddie Granger stood on the muddy shoulder of the highway, a miserable
expression on his face as the rain fell steadily, pounding the fields and
open country on both sides of the road. He was soaked through and
through, yet he wore a curiously pleased expression on his face despite
the rain and the bone-chilling wind. His wide, expressive dark eyes
flashed with his excitement, and his smooth adolescent cheeks were tinted
with color from the wind as well as from eagerness.
Just a few hundred miles more to San Francisco, he thought. Just a
little while longer and I'll be with my mother, where I belong.
Then suddenly a horrible feeling of frustration came over him,
because he realized it had been a long time since a car had passed, and he
had been certain that he would easily have found a ride at least into Reno
and maybe further if only some cars would come along. There had been only
a huge oil truck and a little old lady in a 1947 Ford, who gave Eddie a
disapproving look as she whizzed by, during the entire time the boy had
been standing there.
Eddie Granger was a clean-cut youth with dark hair that fell lankly
over his forehead, but in blue jeans and with a knapsack on his back, he
knew a lot of drivers would take him for a hippy and be reluctant to offer
a ride. He also hoped that none of the people who offered him a ride
would guess his age, which was fourteen, and call the authorities because
he was a runaway. So far he'd been lucky. He was tall for his age and
well built, but he had just recently begun shaving and only needed to do
it twice, a week or so.
Standing there in his rain-soaked clothes on the deserted highway, a
feeling of defeat suddenly came over him causing tears to well up in his
eyes along with a bleak feeling of fear in his heart . . . What if his
mother didn't really want him . . . What if she sent him back home to his
Dad? He pushed the thoughts from his mind and sat down on his back pack,
elbows on knees and face in hands.
It was growing late now, almost two o'clock, and he feared that he
might still be stranded on this desolate stretch of highway when darkness
fell. Then, just as he was about to give up, he heard the unmistakeable
hum of an engine in the distance.
Finally the car appeared on the horizon. It was a sleek, silver-grey
Mercedes travelling at a terrific rate of speed. Eddie's'hopes rose when
he saw it had California license plates, but then his heart sank, for it
was not slowing down at all. It was occupied by two people, an extremely
handsome middle-aged man and an attractive blonde sitting close by his
side. At first it seemed they would race on by without even giving him a
glance, but at the last moment the car's blonde female passenger caught
sight of Eddie and smiled at him, nudging against her male companion's
shoulder to draw his attention to the stranded teenage boy.
Eddie saw the twin brake-lights flash red as the powerful automobile
slowed to a halt several hundred yards down the highway. Heaving a long
sigh of relief, he watched the Mercedes begin to back slowly towards him.
After gathering up his backpack and tightly rolled sleeping bag, the
bedraggled youngster ran smiling towards the car, thankful and happy but
not altogether convinced that the couple would not change their minds and
tear off without him.
At last the distinguished-looking car drew abreast of him and the
door flew open.
"Hey, you poor kid, you're dripping wet from head to foot," the
blonde said warmly. "Come on, just squeeze in beside me."
"And you can throw your gear in the back seat," the man told him.
"Welcome aboard!"
"Wow, thanks. Thanks a whole lot," Eddie told them, sliding in
beside the woman. And suddenly he was very aware of the heat of her body
beside him. He looked over at the woman and thought, she's really pretty.
She was about his mother's age, Eddie figured, but there was
something more worldly about her. And what a body! Holy Shit! It was
all Eddie could do to keep his eyes from her large firm breasts which
strained nakedly against the thin material of her tight blouse.
"Where are you heading," the man asked.
"San Francisco," Eddie answered, feeling guilty for admiring his
wife.
"Well, so are we," the blonde smiled warmly.
"Do you know anyone there?" the man asked, looking at Eddie as if he
suspected something was wrong.
"Uh-huh . . . I'm going to see my mother actually."
"Oh, does she live in San Francisco?"
"She lives out side the city in Mill Valley," he answered.
"Well, that's interesting. So do we," the man told him. "Let me
introduce myself. I'm Carl Bradley and this is my wife, Cindy."
"I'm Eddie Granger. My mom's name is Lily . . . uh, Lily Granger.
She makes jewelry or something like that."
"How long are you going to be staying with her, Eddie?"
"I . . . I'm not sure," the boy answered hesitantly. His delight at
finding a ride all the way to his final destination was changing to
concern as the truth of his situation came home to him.
"Oh?" said Carl, lifting an eyebrow.
"Well, you see . . . I mean, well . . . my mother doesn't exactly
know I'm coming and I'm going to sort of surprise her."
"And it depends on which direction her surprise takes, the length of
time you'll be staying," Carl said. "Is that right?"
"Well, sort of," he answered hesitantly.
The woman laughed softly, but in a conspiratorial kind of way and her
eyes met Eddie's for just a brief moment, then flickered away. "Running
away, huh?"
Eddie studied the voluptuous woman and the man for a long moment,
trying to decide whether or not to confide in them. Then he decided he
needed a couple of friends, someone he could maybe crash with if things
didn't work out with his mother. After all, he hadn't seen her in almost
two years now, since she had visited New York. And they had had dinner
and a wonderful time walking and talking, until his father refused to let
her see him any longer and she had gone back to California. His father .
. .
Eddie's mouth twisted bitterly and he looked squarely into Cart's
sympathetic face. "It's my father I'm running away from," he said. "That
. . . that son of a bitch!"
"That's pretty strong language, Eddie."
"Not in this case, it isn't," the handsome teenager flared. "That's
exactly what he is ---- a son of a bitch! He treated me like dirt, not
like a son. I had to be his goddamn slave, practically, and live by all
these prison rules like being home at eight o'clock every night, even on
the weekends, and not having dates with girls because he said I'm too
young and not being allowed to hang out with my friends because he didn't
like them . . . Boy, he was just ridiculous. He was always saying it
wasn't right to touch a girl until you were married and stupid stuff like
that."
Carl and Cindy looked at each other with just the slightest
suggestion of a smirk on their lips.
"Well, he sounds pretty uptight," Cindy said.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. But what else could I do. He had
custody of me even though I always liked my Mom better. She and I have
been writing to each other every week, you know, and my Dad never knew
about that or he would have tried to stop it; she was sending out her
letters to a friend's house so my father wouldn't find out. Anyway, she
said I should stay with him until I was eighteen and of a legal age to go
out on my own; that it was no use in asking for trouble by running away or
anything like that."
"From what you say," Carl observed, "your father appears to hate your
mother. Why is that?"
"Well, Mom's always been a kind of free spirit and Dad said she was
unstable and . . . and," he looked down at his feet and blushed slightly,
but was determined to continue, "they had a problem with sex, too."
"Sex?" echoed Cindy with great interest.
"Well, you see, my Dad would never make love to her . . ." Eddie
blushed with the boldness of his words and lowered his eyes. "You know
what I mean, don't you."
Oh, yes, Eddie, yes, Cindy thought. Every time I look at you, my
pussy begins to tingle like crazy and I can picture what a beautiful sweet
cock you must have and how much hot white delicious cum you must have
saved up, never even being allowed to date girls. But she did not want to
frighten the innocent young boy so she said gravely: "Yes, Eddie, I think
I know what you mean. And I bet your mother is a really beautiful woman."
"Oh yes, she is," Eddie agreed eagerly, his eyes shining. Then his
expression sobered. "That's the reason they were finally divorced, three
years ago. I mean, she's not a bad woman or even wild, but my father just
wasn't interested in sex ---- or so he said."
"I think I understand," Carl said sympathetically. "Your mother has
normal sex drives, requiring normal fulfillment, but your father
considered her to be ---- how shall I say it? ---- a wicked woman. Is that
right, Eddie?"
Eddie nodded emphatically. "Uh-huh," he said. "He told her she was
perverted and a whore and a lot of other terrible things, and he wouldn't
sleep in the bedroom with her for months and months. Finally, Mom
couldn't take any more of it and she went out and . . . and . . ." Again,
the handsome teenager blushed and turned his face away.
Even though Carl's smile was gentle and soothing on the outside, his
thoughts were lewd and naked with mounting excitement internally, and he
became more and more intrigued by Eddie's description of his mother. "She
went out and found herself another man?" he asked softly.
"Y-yes," Eddie said.
"Perfectly natural," Cindy commented. "No man or woman can be
constantly refused sexually and be expected to just passively allow hunger
and frustration to eat away at them."
Eddie bobbed his head. "I understand that, and you two do, but do
you think my father did? Oh no, not him! He found out mom was with this
other guy, I don't know how but he did; and right away he filed for a
divorce on the grounds of adultery. He could prove it, too, and so the
judge gave him custody of me and mom didn't get any alimony or anything .
. . It was awful!"
Carl clucked his tongue compassionately. "Now I see why your mother
moved to California ---- not only because it's cheaper there than in New
York, but she was hurt and understandably bitter and wanted nothing more
to do with the life style that had caused her troubles."
"I think so, too," Eddie agreed. "I can tell by her letters that
she's still having kind of a hard time and that she's sort of lonely."
Carl cleared his throat to hide his increasing interest. "What
prompted you to leave your father now, Eddie?" he asked. "Something must
have or you wouldn't have hitchhiked all the way out here from New York
unannounced. Do you want to tell me about it? It might help if you did.
"I . . . I don't really want to talk about it," Eddie replied, but
he did. The entire episode was festering inside his impressionable young
body like a cankerous sore, filling him with outrage and hurt and
frustrated confusion, and he was near-bursting with the need to unburden
himself. These two pleasant people, by their manner and understanding
comments, had instilled in the teenage boy a sense of camaraderie and
confidence; it would be easier to talk of what happened with them that it
would be to talk about it to his mother. If he told his new friends first
and got it all out in the open, the task of telling his mom would be that
much simpler when the time came ---- as he knew that it would as soon as he
saw her.
He said: "Well . . . it's not very . . . not very nice."
Carl smiled reassuringly and Cindy touched his arm with the tips of
her fingers. "You'll feel better if you tell us," she said.
"I . . . I guess so," Eddie said. "All right then. I . . ." He
stopped, and then continued in a rush of words, "I came home from school
one afternoon last week with this sore throat, and I just walked into the
house without making any noise and he was there, my father, on the couch
in the living room, with this woman I'd never seen before. They were
naked . . . and, well, they were doing it, right there on the couch with
my father on top and this crazy look on his face . . . and the woman, her
. . . her breasts were bouncing up and down as she . . . as she . . ."
Eddie's face burned furiously and his voice trailed off; he shuddered with
the very real shock of the memory of what he had witnessed, how he had
stood frozen watching the lewd tableau with his father and the woman
unaware of his presence, and then finally he had turned and fled from the
house . . .
Cindy and Carl wanted to burst out laughing. So the old boy was a
goddamn hypocrite! Pretending to be so high and mighty holy while the
whole time he was fucking around like Casanova ---- and not allowing his
wife or son any expression of their sexuality. Crazy nut! But they kept
their faces impassive, and Cindy managed to put a look of shocked hurt in
her eyes. She patted the boy's arm again, this time letting her long
fingers linger on the smooth skin of his neck. "It must have been
terrible for you, Eddie," she intoned.
"It . . . it was," Eddie said. "Just awful! I ran out and they
never knew I was there. I just walked around for a real long time, trying
to think and I finally made up my mind to run away. I thought of going to
Canada and even Mexico, but then I thought of my mother and how she maybe
really needed me . . . I mean, we really love each other. So I decided
to hitchhike out here and stay with her. I know my Dad will probably
guess that's where I am . . . but I just hope that Mom can think of
something for us to do ---- some way to get me living with her instead of
him, you know?"
Eddie paused to take a deep breath, then went on. "So I pretended
like I hadn't seen anything, and my father was his usual self again when I
came home, giving me orders and telling me about all the evil that was
happening in the world. So I just waited for the right time ---- I had
everything packed in my back pack ---- and the next day instead of going
to school I took a bus through the tunnel to the highway in New Jersey and
stuck out my thumb, and here I am.
Carl pretended to be deep in thought, frown lines wrinkling the
bronze surface of his rugged forehead. "How do you think your mother will
react to seeing you like this, and finding out what you've just told me?"
"I don't know, I just don't," Eddie answered. "She loves me, I know
she does, but she's afraid my father will try and get some kind of revenge
and make her life even more miserable than he has up to now. She might
even send me back on account of that . . . Like sometimes he writes her
these nasty letters, and still calls her a whore and a slut and stuff like
that. And I know it makes her want to die when she gets something like
that."
"Well," Cindy piped up, "She may understand why you've come to her
and try to put up a fight for you ---- give your father a taste of his own
medicine. Don't you think so Carl?"
"Well, I hope so for Eddie's sake."
"Wow! I sure hope so," Eddie breathed fervently. "I couldn't bare
to go back to my father, not after what I saw, I just couldn't!"
"Don't worry now, honey, don't worry," Cindy soothed. "Everything
will be all right."
"Do you really think so? Do you?"
"Sure," said Carl and smiled calmly to himself. Eddie's mother
sounded like a ripe young fruit ready for fucking. "And we can drive you
straight to her house."
The sun was rapidly sinking before them now as they cruised westward
down the highway. Eddie's eyelids began to feel heavy with exhaustion and
relief from having unburdened himself. It was the last lap of a long,
arduous journey, and for the first time in a long time, his heart felt
light and free. And so he slept soundly till morning while Cindy and Carl
took turns driving. When Eddie opened his eyes again it was morning and
the Mercedes was driving down Lombard Street in San Francisco heading for
the Golden Gate Bridge. The bright signs of the motels and restaurants on
the wide thoroughfare cheered Eddie and also made him aware of the hunger
gnawing in his stomach. He couldn't remember the last square meal he'd
eaten and was delighted when Carl pulled the sedan into the parking lot of
a restaurant specializing in pancakes. The threesome ordered pancakes and
eggs and sausages, drank coffee, and readied themselves for the last leg
of the trip.
As they drove down onto the Golden Gate Bridge Eddie's breath caught
in his throat as he was struck by the incredible beauty of San Francisco
Bay in the early morning light. They drove over the bridge and through a
tunnel painted like a rainbow, and Eddie felt like he was in the
wonderland of Oz. California was the most beautiful place he'd ever seen.
* * *
Lily Granger lived in a small rustic cabin on a dirt road in the
hills of Mill Valley. It was a simple three-room structure with a
bathroom, built of redwood and situated in the middle of a grove of
eucalyptus trees. The furniture was sparse. A rickety old oak table and
chairs in the kitchen, with odds and ends of dishes and silverware picked
up at garage sales, and in the living room was an old sofa covered with an
Indian blanket to mask the tom upholstery. The rest of the living room
furniture consisted of a number of pillows and cushions strewn about the
hardwood floor. But the simple dwelling was filled with plants of all
kinds, many of them suspended from the walls and ceilings by pretty
macrame hangers that Lily herself had made. There were several paintings
on the walls, none of them very good, but all of them done by friends.
There was also a fireplace, but at the moment it was filled with old
newspapers and cigarette butts.
Lily Granger was an exquisite woman of thirty four, with rich, seal-
brown hair and skin tanned a full even bronze from the exposure to the
warm rays of the California sun. She wore a white Mexican peasant blouse
which revealed the sensual curves of her full, high breasts, and a pair of
cut-off bluejeans shorts which accentuated the firm, lithe slenderness of
her sun-browned legs.
When she had first left her husband, Albert, the sexually starved
woman slept with many men in the free love culture of northern California
. . . But she found the price of sexual freedom ---- the one night stands
and emotional shallowness of the relationships ---- unbearably steep, and
soon decided to abstain from sex completely. And although an acute
dissatisfaction often gnawed at her, she relieved herself through
masturbation and felt it was better than the remorse she had felt during
her period of promiscuousness.
When the roar of a car engine approached along the dirt road leading
to her cabin, Lily didn't hear it immediately. She was immersed in the
delicate macrame choker she was working on and did not look up until the
driver of the vehicle gunned the engine loudly and slowed to a stop
parallel to the front porch. Then Lily looked up sharply, her fingers
still at their work. Now who on earth is that? she thought irritably.
The last thing I need now is visitors. Have to get rid of them, whoever
it is, and the sooner the better. She was planning to sell her work at
the Rennaissance Fair, and she needed to work quickly because she could
make enough money during the fair to last well into next spring.
Resolutely, Lily scraped back her chair and got to her feet. She
strode to the door, swung it open, and started out. Then she froze, one
foot out the door, and her eyes grew wide with disbelief.
It was Eddie, her son Eddie!
He stood there before her, looking imploringly into her eyes, holding
his battered backpack in his right hand. It had been two years since she
had seen him in the flesh, but he had sent her a picture of himself only a
month before; Lily remembered at that time how she had marveled at how
quickly he had grown into a handsome young man, how he had lost that
little child look as his face took on a manly definition and his thin body
filled out and became more muscular. But he was still Eddie, her little
boy . . .
Mother and son hesitated a moment longer, then Lily took several
steps toward Eddie, opening her arms. The boy rushed to his mother and
hugged her tightly, feeling the soft, round warmth of her, knowing the
scent of her hair and the wetness of her tears as she cried out her
happiness at seeing him.
They held each other for a long moment, then she drew him back at
arms length, her eyes searching his face. She still couldn't believe he
was here, and her mind was full of questions about him now; the
Renaissance Fair and her problems were completely forgotten. How had he
gotten here? Why had he come? Where was his father?
"Honey," she managed to say, her throat thick with emotion. "Eddie,
my little Eddie . . ."
"You're . . . you're glad to see me, Mom?" he whispered.
"Glad to see you! God, honey, you don't know how glad I really am!
It's been two years now, two years . . ."
"I tried to get ---- him ---- to let me come visit you, or to let you
come and see me in New York, but he wouldn't allow it; he said the courts
didn't give you any . . . any visiting privileges and he was going to do
just what they said . . . oh, Mommy, Mommy!" Eddie threw himself in his
mother's arms again, pressing her softness tight against him, and Eddie
could feel the firmness of her warm sensuous breasts against his chest.
Lily blinked the tears from her eyes and then for the first time she was
looking past her son, her eyes focusing on the car which had brought him
and the two people standing beside it, patiently waiting and smiling.
Lily didn't like the looks of them at all. They look like swingers, she
thought disparagingly.
The mature blonde had struck a provocative pose by the luxury sedan,
her eyes bright, her large full breasts thrust forward and her legs parted
slightly. She was watching Eddie and his mother closely, it seemed to
Lily, with that faintly predatory look often found in older wealthy women
of a liberal bent. The blonde was certainly beautiful, Lily thought,
sensual, but the type all too common out here who went to middle-class
orgies in sumptuous homes with saunas and Japanese tubs. As for the man,
well, he was handsome enough, but she wouldn't trust him alone with his
own grandmother.
Lily turned her attention back to her young son, smiling gently, and
stood him away again to look at him. "Honey," she said, "honey, what are
you doing here? I thought . . . well, your father . . ."
"Oh, Mom, I couldn't stay with him another niinute, I just couldn't!
I had to come to you!"
Lily looked past him again to Carl and Cindy. "Let's go inside and
talk honey," she told her son.
But the couple were walking towards Lily now, Carl smiling
disarmingly. Lily felt uncomfortable in his presence. Even though she
didn't care for his type, she had to admit he was one hell of a hunk of
man; and a night with her long lithe legs wrapped tightly around him would
probably be one she wouldn't soon forget . . .
Carl said: "We picked up your son hitchhiking outside of Reno, Lily.
We had a long talk, and he confided in us to a great extent. And we sort
of feel obligated to see him through and lend him moral support."
Lily did not like the way he used her first name so familiarly. She
said coolly: "Why should he need moral support?"
"Mom, I just had to tell someone, I just had to!" Eddie confessed.
"Carl and Cindy have been so great, and it was so much easier for me to
tell them first, before I told you, because they weren't involved in it
and . . ."
"Calm down, honey, you're all excited."
"If you'd rather 'we left the two of you alone," Carl said, "I won't
interfere. We just thought perhaps we could help in-some way."
"As a matter of fact," Lily told him, "I'd prefer to see my son
alone."
"Mom! They're only ----"
"It's all right, Eddie," the blonde woman smiled. "I don't think
you'll be needing our support anyway. Your mother is on your side. I can
tell that."
"Was there ever any doubt of that?" Lily asked her son.
"Oh no, Mom, I just thought . . . well, wait until I tell you what
happened . . ."
"We'll be going now," Carl said softly, his dark eyes moving slowly
over Lily's voluptuous form. "And if it's all right, I'd like to drop
back to see Eddie, perhaps tomorrow. After all, he did confide in me and
I consider him my friend now, and I'd like to know that everything's all
right."
"Me too," said Cindy sweetly, her eyes also playing over the
curvaceous field of Lily's body.
Before the young mother could protest, her handsome teenage son said:
"Of course you can come back. Both of you. Please do."
"Good-bye, kiddo," the blonde breathed. "Chin up." Then she looked
at Lily. "So long. I'll see you later too."
Carl gave Eddie a manly hug and winked his good-bye to the boy's
mother, who grew irate once again at the sexual overtones of his
familiarity and gave no reply. Then the couple walked back to their
luxurious car. Carl climbed in behind the wheel and Cindy sat close to
him on the front seat. He, started the engine and soon, they had
disappeared around a curve in the dirt road with a roar of the engine and
a cloud of dust.
Lily turned to her son, drew him tight against her body, and led him
into the cabin.
"Now," she asked him as he made himself comfortable'on the old couch,
"what is it you have to tell me? It must be important to upset you the
way it obviously has."
"It is, Mommy. Oh it is!" Eddie cried. Then he took a deep breath
and began to talk his heart out.
Chapter 2
"Well, well, well," Cindy said to her husband. "Not only is little
Eddie a delectable morsel, but his mother is quite a fox!"
"My love," Carl responded, "your taste is impeccable, as usual . . .
and under Lily Granger's cool exterior, is a fucking hot little passion
flower. I'd bet on it!"
Cindy Bradley was naked and lying on the satin spread which covered
their king-sized bed. She had her beautiful tanned legs spread in a
wanton inviting pose, exposing the softly palpitating lips of her naked
cunt so tantalizingly framed by pale golden pubic hair. She was given to
nude sunbathing and so her tan was full and complete, no bands of white at
her hips or across her chest; her breasts, firm and voluptuous, stood like
twin majestic mountains on her chest, demanding to be climbed, eager for
sucking and licking, their berry-sized crests already hard and quivering
with anticipation.
"Of course," she added confidently, "old talent scouts like us are
never far wrong." And husband and wife laughed together in lascivious
conspiracy.
Long ago they had switched to a "swinging" life style when their
marriage had become dull and routine. And Carl took pride in the fact
that Cindy was always ready for sex, always in a receptive mood for him
because she was always ready for sex, any kind, with anybody, at any hour,
just like he was. He recalled with satisfied relish the mate-swap orgy
they had been to on a ranch in a deserted part of Nevada just the night
before they picked up Eddie, where they had spent many abandoned hours of
naked screwing with numerous other couples after a wild dog-fuck movie had
been shown.
But his eyes lingered now on the wet, pink folds of his wife's
nakedly exposed pussy, and the tiny throbbing clitoris nestled there.
Goddamn, he thought, but she was some hot broad, all right! He had fucked
plenty of women silly in his time, but none pleased him more than his own
hot little wife, Cindy ---- whether it be suck or fuck.
The blonde wiggled her body seductively on the bed, opening and
closing her thighs so that it gave the impression her moist, warm cuntal
slit was winking invitingly at him. "Come on, baby," she breathed
throatily, "get undressed and come to little Cindy. Little Cindy's pussy
is horny for some of your good loving cock fucking it crazy."
Carl chuckled, advancing on the bed. "Is that all you ever think
about?" he asked. "My big loving cock?"
"Of course not," she laughed. "I think about other men's big loving
cocks, too!"
"Yeah, and other chicks," Carl jibed. "I saw you with that Oriental
broad the other night, and I caught the way you ogled that tight-assed
mother of Eddie's today. You'd like nothing better than to nurse on that
mama's tits and lick her hot little cunt until it spewed out all over your
tongue and face."
"You know me too well, darling," Cindy laughed, bright-eyed, still
wriggling her lush body temptingly. "You were a good teacher and showed
me how anything that feels good isn't wrong. Well, sometimes it's nice to
feel soft female skin next to my own instead of hard hairy bodies like
yours."
"Well," her husband asked her, raising one eyebrow, "how are you
going to accomplish that with Mrs. Granger. She looked pretty uptight and
straight to me."
"I have a plan," his luscious blonde wife told him coyly. "A plan
which I think you'll like because it includes your getting a piece of that
beautiful tight little cunt yourself. Wouldn't you like that, lover?"
He considered it, grinned lewdly as his cock fluttered lightly.
"Yeah!" he said. "Yeah, I sure would . . . okay Cindy, what's the plan?"
"I'll tell you later," she answered, her body undulating on the huge
bed. "I'm too hot now. Come over here and let me suck your cock. I'm so
hungry for it, baby."
The ruggedly handsome man's cock leaped into full hardness at his
lusciously naked wife's lascivious words; "All right, baby," he breathed.
"I've got a yen for your pussy too, my sweet."
"Oh, get naked then, Carl . . . Hurry!"
Carl hurried, tearing at his clothes, throwing them in a heap on the
floor until he, too, stood naked. His great, trembling cock stood out
from his groin like some impossibly huge instrument of insane delight, the
thin slit at the end secreting warm, clear droplets of aroused
lubrication. Cindy stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as
if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm drinking
cavern of her hotly salivating mouth.
"Lie down here! Hurry now, lie down with that beautiful hard cock of
yours sticking up in the air so I can take it in my mouth and suck every
last drop of your cum from it like a straw!"
Christ! her husband thought. The little bitch really knew how to get
him heated up, talking that way, using words like she used her body,
fucking you verbally, if such a thing were possible. His prick quivered
and throbbed with anticipation, and he sat on the bed quickly, then lay
back prone.
Cindy wasted no time. She poised herself on all fours, her full firm
breasts swaying tantalizingly from her chest, the nipples turgid with her
arousal. Then she crawled down on the bed, sliding her body between his
legs, and her hand seized his cock, began to stroke it slowly up and down,
her extended fingers teasingly caressing his swelling testicles on the
downward stroke of her palm. Carl groaned at the stimulation her expert
manipulations were sending through his body, thrust his hips down hard
against the blanket. Her fingernails scratched lightly over the girth of
his cock now and on down over his testicles, reaching under his body to
probe briefly at the tiny puckered ring of his anus, retracing their path
back to his excitedly quivering penis.
"Hurry up, damn it!" he moaned. "Put your mouth down over it, Cindy!
Suck it, honey, suck it dry!"
She laughed throatily. "Of course, darling, anything my wonderful
husband desires." Then she lowered her head slowly, slowly, and then Carl
felt the incredible hot moist softness of her lips kissing the heavily
throbbing head of his prick, then her tongue sliding out between them to
probe the tiny vertical opening in his cockhead, drinking away the
lubrication there as she began to make hungry little mewling sounds, she
opened her mouth wide to accept the full length of his hard pulsating rod
inside the full, soft circle of her lips.
Her fiery tongue licked circles of liquid fire along the underside of
his cock shaft, and she began to suck him lovingly, slowly, eliciting
moaning cries from him, causing him to twist his body wildly on the bed as
she sucked him and stroked salaciously at his cum-burgeoning balls with
her free hand.
Cindy drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist
stickiness of his pre-cum again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster
around the blood-inflated head. Then she began sucking rhythmically, with
all the practiced expertise of the accomplished female mouth-lover. He
watched her convoluted lips working hungrily on his cock, watched the soft
wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she
slithered it up and down the full length of his rigidly pulsing hardness.
The sight of her sucking his cock never ceased to increase his arousal,
and his loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy
expanse disappearing with each hard upward thrust, so that only a small
stretch of it showed white and glistening with the wetness of her saliva
between her pink, rou ndly ovaled lips and his cum-filled balls.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling flick on the outstroke, was like a
separate entity, a thing with a mind of its own. She sucked, hungrily,
her mind caught up in the task of what she was doing, reveling in this,
the raw, naked, sexual pleasures for which she and her husband lived. Her
breasts danced wildly below her rhythmically pumping head, adding to the
lust-inciting view Carl was seeing.
"Suck it, suck it, baby-doll, suck it!" the handsome dark-haired man
urged her on, dropping his head back on the pillow heavily, overwhelmed by
the pleasure of the sweet mouth around his huge cock. The image of Lily
Granger came into his mind just then. Holy shit, it would sure be
something to fuck that broad three ways to heaven . . . to shoot his load
of boiling cum deep into her throat, her cunt, maybe even her asshole . .
. Son of a bitch, he hoped the plan Cindy had was a good one; but then,
she was a very clever woman and all of her plans were good ones . . .
The passion-inspired blonde slaved below, her body glistening from
tiny droplets of lust-sweat. The pressure grew and grew in Carl's balls,
and he ground his loins up hard against her face, not thinking about
fucking the luscious young mother of Eddie Granger any more, but only
about the beautiful hot bitch blowing him so wonderfully, the best in the
world, the best ever. Harder and harder he rammed his cock up into her
mouth, pumping his cock deep into her tightly locked throat like a wild
man, and he heard her protesting mumble ---- a satisfying sound in Carl's
ears ---- and it drove him on to fuck her mouth faster and faster in his
desire for the final release of the maddening build-up of semen in his
testicles below.
And then ----
And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the
first torrent of white-hot fire leap along the full length of his throat-
filling cock. He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though
he were in agony. His prick began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that
flooded without advance warning Cindy's madly sucking mouth with rush
after rush of hotly burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each
white-hot spurt until she was forced to swallow crazily to keep from
choking, mewling and crooning and tickling his testicles with the tips of
her fingers excitedly.
"Keep . . . keep sucking it!" Carl cried. "Baby, keep sucking it,
keep succkkkkiinngg!" His hands were working spasmodically in her golden
hair now, ramming her head down harder on his wildly spewing cock, burying
it deep in her throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as the
nakedly kneeling woman sucked noisily at the juices of his desire, he
emptied out the final spurts of his sperm into her hungrily accepting
mouth.
Cindy continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking
out every last drop of his load, until, his satiated hardness began to
gradually deflate in her mouth. Carl flung his arms outward on the bed in
exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment pouring from his lips.
His provocative wife lay for a long moment between his outstretched legs,
her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently on the limp cock settling
down into the cradle of his balls. Finally she crawled up and kissed him
full on the mouth. He accepted her cum-slickened tongue hungrily as she
thrust it deep into his mouth, even as warm, wet droplets of his cum were
still trickling down in thin rivulets from the corners of her whitely
glistening lips.
"How did you like that, lover?" she whispered.
"As good as always!" he enthused. "The best, the greatest!"
Cindy smiled sweetly and kissed him again, smearing his own semen
around his lips. "Now it's your turn, lover," she told her handsome
husband. "Let me watch you lick my pussy and make it cum as good as I
just did your cock. Make me cum with that tongue of yours, swallow me
whole with those lips ---- prove to me how much you like your little
Cindy's hot, juicy cunt-hole!"
The obscene words brought renewed spasms of lustful life to Carl's
cock. He rolled up to kneel between the wildly aroused wide-spread legs,
staring down hypnotically at her wetly throbbing cuntal slit. And then he
remembered they had something to do today. "What . . . what about the
plan to get the Grangers, honey?"
"Afterwards," she breathed, guiding his head down to her waiting,
trembling, fiery cunt. "First prove how much you love me, how much you
love my pussy. Prove it, Carl, prove to me it's still your favorite
little cunt!"
And Carl, to her orgiastic satisfaction, proved it.
* * *
Lily Granger's face was as pale as if she had just seen a ghost. She
was sitting at the old oak table in the kitchen looking at her teenage son
with a look of total shock on her face. He had just finished relating to
her what he had seen in the living room of his father's New York
apartment, the reason he had finally run away from home to seek out his
mother in Mill Valley, California.
"I . . . I can hardly believe it," she murmured.
"It's true, mommy. I swear it is!" Eddie cried. His face was
flushed again at the retelling of the scene, but he was looking squarely
at his beautiful, sweet-faced mother, love bright in his eyes ---- a silent
plea for her to help him, too.
"I don't doubt your word, honey," Lily said. She got to her feet and
began to pace the room. "It's just . . . just a little difficult to
believe about your father. He was always so . . . so . . ." She broke
off; the words she was thinking weren't the kind you said to a fourteen
year old innocent like Eddie.
"He's a son of a bitch, a horrible son of a bitch!" the boy said
impulsively, and then put his hand over his mouth as he realized what he
had spoken.
"Don't use language like that," Lily told him automatically, but she
had scarcely heard the words. Her mind was racing wildly. So Albert
isn't really the virtuous priggish puritan he liked to pretend he was.
Did he have a mistress all along? Was that why he always denied me? Was
his professed hatred of anything physical just an act, to hide the fact
that he was screwing another woman silly? It could be, it couid just be .
. . If what Eddie says is true, and I'm sure it must be because Eddie was
never given to telling lies, then that afternoon on the couch wasn't the
first time for Albert . . . it wasn't just the scratching of a mindblowing
itch, like it was for me that time. Yeah, Albert's a son of a bitch all
right, the worst kind of lying, hypocritical phony son of a bitch who has
no more right to raising a boy like Eddie than . . . than that Carl
Bradley does . . .
"Mommy," her handsome teenage son implored, "what are we going to
do?"
"I . . . I don't know, honey," she replied. "I have to think . . .
"You won't send me back to him, will you? Please Mommy, I won't go
back there. I can't. I just can't!"
"Easy, honey, easy," she soothed.
What could she do? Lily wondered. Albert would almost certainly
suspect that Eddie had come to California, to her; she had today, maybe
tomorrow, at the most before he had the police and the juvenile
authorities out here to bring him back. He couldn't stay here . . . and
yet, after what he had told her, it would be a rotten thing for her to
send him back into the clutches of that lying son of a bitch! No, she
would be the worst kind of mother to do that; she would fail him, fail him
badly, the way she had failed him the past three years, Lily thought with
sudden clarity, just the way she had failed him when he needed her the
most.
There was no use denying it, her mind told her miserably. It was
true, damned true. She ran away from her own son, came here to live the
free and easy life in California . . . Only it turned out to be neither
free nor easy. And in so doing she abandoned the one good, wonderful
thing in her life ---- Eddie, her son ---- to a man she hated and feared.
If she had been a real woman she would have stayed in New York, found a
way to fight Albert, a way to keep Eddie with her where he belonged. But
no, she had run, run away . . . and now she had this business to contend
with, this hideous revelation about Albert and Eddie's running away and
coming here . . .
Goddamn it, what was there for her to do? Sure Eddie had seen Albert
with some woman, screwing like animals in the living room . . . but it was
only his word, the word of a relative child against that of a grown,
seemingly responsible man. No judge would believe it if she, Lily, tried
to go to court to open a new fight for Eddie's custody, not without more
concrete evidence . . . they would think the boy was lying.
Concrete evidence . . .
Suddenly, Lily stopped pacing as an idea took shape in her mind,
became full-blown. Suppose she did have concrete evidence? Suppose she
had proof that Albert was having an affair with some woman, blatantly
screwing her in full view of an impressionable fourteen year old boy?
Would a judge rescind the restraining order against her, Lily, and allow
the mother to have her son? There was a chance . . . a good chance,
especially when Lily could prove she had led a virtuous existence the past
two years, living in this small town without a hint of a scandal of any
kind. Goodness, people in Mill Valley even tended to make fun of her
because she was such a prude . . .
A private detective, that's what she needed, an investigator to
follow Albert, find out about his other life, get definite evidence of his
sexual activities with women ---- the more graphic and potent evidence the
better. Albert wouldn't have a leg to stand on to fight a new custody
trial, not with that hanging over his head, and if she knew Albert, he'd
back down without a legal battle because his impeccable reputation was the
most important thing in the world to him. To expose him as the hypocrite
he apparently was, in a court of law, would really hurt him.
Lily felt excitement coursing through her veins. She knew it could
be done . . . and it was worth any price she had to pay to have her son.
But she needed time and she didn't have that. Albert would have the
police up here to take Eddie back, and she couldn't allow the child to be
returned to the environment he had left in New York, especially not with
an investigator prowling around. She had to buy some time ---- but how?
Did she dare call Albert, lie to him, feed him some kind of story that he
might believe . . .? Yes, yes, it might work; if she sounded properly
frightened at what Albert could do to her for harboring his runaway son,
she could convince him that she hadn't even seen Eddie, perhaps that he
had called from somewhere in Florida to tell her that he'd run away and
was never coming home . . .
She turned abruptly, her eyes fevered with anticipation. Eddie was
staring at her. "Mommy," he whispered. "What is it? Have you thought of
something?"
"I think so, Eddie," she said. She went to her son, caught him in
her arms and held him close. He snuggled against her for comfort,
pressing against the full roundness of her breasts, feeling warm and safe
in his mother's arms. "It's a long-shot but it just might work."
"Mommy, tell me about it, please!" he breathed against her ear.
Her hands moved convulsively on her son's slender yet muscular back,
following the strong curve of his spine, stopping just short of the tight
swell of his buttocks pressed hard against her thighs. Then she broke
from him, took his hand in hers, looked down into his shining, trusting
face. "I'll tell you over dinner, Eddie my love, and then you can sleep
peacefully tonight.
He looked up at her with pure love lighting his eyes.
"Gee, mom. You're the most wonderful woman in the whole wide world!"
* * *
Lily awoke the next morning in high spirits. After dinner she had
made two phone calls to New York City. The first one, to an old friend
from school who was a private detective, elicited the promise of a
discreet, careful investigation that guaranteed results ---- one way, or
another. Then Lily had called Albert, found him home, and went into a
long, ingratiating, subservient dissertation before he could say much of
anything; she had told him about a non-existent phone call that had come
from someplace in Florida, that very afternoon, and how afraid she was for
her son's safety, et cetera. Surprised to hear from her, then suspicious,
then haughty and mean as only Albert could get, he had apparently believed
her when she assured him in the most fearful voice she could muster that
she hadn't seen Eddie, would have called Albert immediately if she had.
She thought for a moment that she had laid it on too thick, but it had
turned out to be just right. Albert had warned her about the consequences
of trying to help a runaway, and told her that he would have the police
look for Eddie in Florida and the south. He hadn't bothered to offer to
let her know if the boy was found, nor, Lily thought with momentary
bitterness, had he even seemed particularly concerned that his son might
be in trouble. The heartless bastard deserved anything he got, and then
some. She hoped the detective would catch him in some really good
compromising poses and get some really incriminating pictures.
Now she smiled lovingly at Eddie as he sat across from her at
breakfast, savoring the flavor and aroma of the bacon, eggs, hotcakes,
fresh coffee and orange juice Lily had prepared. She forked the last bite
of egg into her mouth, put the utensil down, and sighed, contentedly; she
had to marvel at what a wonderfully handsome youth her son had become, a
slimly muscular boy with all the assets of the handsome man he would soon
fully be.
"More coffee, Eddie?"
"Mmm, yes, please! You brew a farout cup of coffee, mom."
She laughed, delighted at the compliment, and rose to her feet. Her
firmly voluptuous body jiggled slightly as she moved to the stove to get
the coffee pot, her tautly rounded buttocks straining hard against the
thin material of her cutoff bluejean shorts, her full ripe breasts clearly
defined beneath the loose cotton shirt from India she wore. Eddie watched
his mother with joy. How wonderful it was to be back with her again.
Lily poured more coffee into his cup, a little more into her own, and
returned the pot to the stove. When she had seated herself again, Eddie
said:
"Mom, will you show me around the town today? I didn't get much of a
chance to see it yesterday. And I'd kind of like to see San Francisco
too."
"Oh honey, I'd love to, but . . . well, I've got to get these chokers
and bracelets done for the fair. If I don't I'm going to be flat broke.
You know your father didn't give me a cent of alimony!"
Eddie pouted briefly, then brightened. "I understand."
"That's my boy! We'll go for the deluxe tour once I've finished this
project. And I do mean deluxe!"
He grinned happily. "When will that be?"
"Early next week probably."
His smile faded and a look of worry replaced it. He bit his lip.
"Oh, mom, I just hope I'm still here with you early next week."
Lily stood and went to him, kissing his forehead lightly as she put
her arms about his shoulders. "Don't worry now," she said, putting full
reassurance into her voice. "Everything's going to be fine from now on,
you'll see."
"I hope so," he whispered fervently. "I don't want to leave you,
mommy ---- ever!"
"And you won't have to," Lily promised, thinking: I'll never allow
you to leave me again, my darling little boy . . . She lifted his chin
and smiled into his face. Then she kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"You get to work, Mom. I'll clean things up in here."
"Okay, honey."
Lily went into the living room and picked up the necklace she had
been working on . . . it was an intricate interweaving of seashells and
straw-colored string and she knew it would bring a good price. Her
fingers were just getting into the rhythm of macrame knotting when she
heard a car pull up outside.
"Damnit," Lily cursed under her breath. She got to her feet and went
to the door, in time to see Cindy Bradley walking up the dirt path to her
door. The attractive blonde wore skin-tight blue jeans and a white cotton
halter top that barely cove red her generously rounded breasts. She was
smiling in a friendly way but in her eyes was something calculating that
Lily did not like.
"Hi," Cindy said cheerfully.
"Hello," Lily replied coolly. "Something I can do for you?"
"Well, I just thought I'd drop by to see if Eddie would like to take
a little ride around the area with me, see what his new home is like.
Carl is off somewhere and I really had nothing else planned . . ."
"I don't think so, Mrs. Bradley," Lily said. "Eddie ----"
"Gee, I'd love to!" Her handsome teenage son's voice sounded behind
her. He had heard the car too, and had come out of the kitchen to see who
it was. Now he crossed the living room, drying his hands on a dishtowel.
He smiled shyly at the beautiful blonde woman, then looked at his mother.
"Mom, can I go? It would be fun, and since you're going to be working I
won't have anything to do here."
"Well . . ." Lily hedged. It was just a feeling she had about the
Bradleys . . . nothing she could put a finger on. She just didn't think
they were the kind of company she wanted her son to keep. But she
couldn't come out with a concrete explanation for Eddie . . .
"Well, Mom, can I?" Eddie asked her, his eyes dancing. He felt a
curious excitement inside at the prospect of sitting beside the beautiful
blonde woman in her shiny new foreign car. He didn't know exactly why he
was so excited, but he was.
"All right, I guess there's no harm in it," Lily relented, looking
hard at the other woman. "But don't be gone all day; I'd like you to
bring Eddie back well before dinnertime."
"Sure, Lily, don't worry." She smiled disarmingly, looking at Eddie.
"Are you ready or do you have to change or anything?"
"No, I'm fine the way I am," the boy replied, and laughed shyly.
"Let's go."
"Right," Cindy said, starting back toward the car.
Eddie kissed his mother, flashed her a radiant smile, and followed
the older woman into the car. He waved gaily as she started the engine,
gunned it, and took the Mercedes forward to vanish along the winding dirt
road. Lily watched the empty road for a moment, then sighed and went back
inside leaving the door open. Eddie would be okay, she told herself.
Anyway, he was with her now and that was all that mattered . . .
Lily sat down and stared at the necklace. Before long her hands were
working in the familiar rhythm and she became totally immersed in the act
of creation. She worked quickly, as the form of the piece took its shape.
Suddenly, she sensed that she was not alone. She swiveled her head,
looking toward the open door, and her eyes widened with surprise.
Carl Bradley stood there, smiling a smile that was almost brazen in
its hungry, hot intensity.
Chapter 3
The sight of Carl Bradley standing, in her doorway looking as he did
had unnerved Lily Granger somewhat; he was a hell of an attractive man and
it had been some time since she had been fucked by a man of any kind . . .
She could feel his eyes on her, as he gazed at her breasts as if he
could see through her thin blouse.
"What . . . what do you want, Mr. Bradley?" she demanded, a little
unsteadily.
"I just came over to see how you and Eddie got along last night,"
Carl answered in his deep voice. He walked into the living room, pausing
momentarily to shut the door and then continued to within a step or two of
Lily.
"Well, Eddie isn't here," Lily answered slowly, not able to take her
eyes from the muscular man's figure. "He . . . went out for a tour of
Marin County with your . . . your wife, Cindy."
"Oh, I see," Carl answered with a chuckle. "Then I guess we're
alone, aren't we?"
"Listen, Carl," Lily began. "I've got a lot of work to do, so if you
don't mind ----"
"I don't mind at all," he said. "But I would like to know what the
situation is between you and Eddie before I leave. After all, your son
did confide in me and that sort of makes me an accessory, doesn't it?" He
laughed out of one side of his mouth in a way that reminded Lily vaguely
of Bogart in those old movies with Lauren Bacall.
"The situation between my son and me is just fine. Things are being
. . . arranged."
"Then he's going to stay here with you?"
"Yes, that's right."
"How wonderful! That calls for a celebration, wouldn't you say?" He
held out his hand, in which was a neatly rolled marijuana cigarette.
"It's too early in the morning for people to get stoned," said Lily, who
rarely touched the semi-potent drug. "And I have a lot of work to do."
"Oh, come on now," he said. "A couple of tokes aren't going to hurt
you, especially this stuff. It's only Mexican. I wish you'd accept it as
a peace offering. I don't know why you dislike me so much, anyway. You
don't even know me."
"Really, it ---- it's too early in the morning for this sort of
thing."
"That," he told her, "is plain nonsense." And before she could say
anything in reply, he had lit the joint, taken a deep drag and was passing
it to her.
Damn him! Lily thought, exasperated, He's so cocksure of himself . .
. and yet, he's so damned sexually attractive, the way he looks and talks
and moves. God, he's a desirable man! I don't like anything about him,
and yet I can't help feeling attracted to him, pulled to him like a
magnet. I wonder what he looks like naked, I wonder how his cock would
feel fucking . . . fucking my cunt!
She felt a flush start creeping up from her breasts. Oh, what the
hell, she thought, and took a deep drag of the freely offered pot.
"May I sit down next to you, Lily?" Carl breathed huskily. "You
don't mind if I call you Lily, do you?"
"No, I guess not," she replied as he moved to sit beside her. And it
seemed to Lily that he positioned himself uncomfortably close to her. She
crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, exposing the smooth felsh of
her thigh, and as she leaned forward she could once again feel his eyes on
her full globular breasts. Carl thought he could detect just a hint of
the ruby hardness of her nipples and he was hardly able to take his eyes
from her provocative lushness now. His prick spasmed once, twice, inside
his trousers with beginning arousal. He took another drag from the joint
and passed it back to Lily. She protested that she didn't want any more,
but he paid no attention to her, holding the marijuana to her lips for her
to inhale. Grass was one of Carl Bradley's favorite drugs, as he felt it
was one of the most potent and subtle aphrodisiacs he had ever come
across. He'd been smoking it for almost a decade now and he knew the
effect it would have on an uptight woman like Lily Granger. It increased
his own sexual fervor too, though he could control himself if he felt like
it; not that he was going to feel like it this morning. Shit, he sure
wasn't.
Lily could feel initial droplets of excited lubricant fluid begin to
flow out from the overly sensitive lips of her cunt, and she felt confused
at what was happening to her. It had been so long since she had been
fucked by a man . . . it had made her life complicated and painful and she
had tried to forget that she was a vibrant and passionate woman. But oh
God, what was this grass doing to her? She looked over at Carl Bardley
and saw his cock pulsing there in his pants, jumping spasmodically from
time to time, pushing his trouser material out briefly. Her cunt juices
began to flow faster and faster up between her thighs. God, she had to
get control of her self! She wished she had never seen him, and yet she
wanted him to stay now, wanted to . . . to spread her legs for him . . .
damn it, she had to stop thinking like that! There was nothing to be
gained with thoughts like that except frustration and raw nerves . . .
Yet because of the marijuana she had smoked, a warm relaxed lethargy
began to flow over her. The grass was beginning to have a heightening
effect on her bloodstream, while at the same time dulling her mind, so
that the pounding of her heart seemed twice as loud.
Carl was staring at her now sultry-looking face, at the kind of
miasma of encompassing sex she was beginning to exude, and the full rich
softness of her beautifully huge tits; Christ, he'd like to tweak her
nipples into rock-hard arousal, take each one in his mouth and roll it
around and around his tongue . . . but he had to move slowly, couldn't
scare her away.
And he felt, his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it
were alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison.
Cautiously, his eyes went to Lily's face.
She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants now, smiling
through half-parted lips as though hypnotized by its growing hardness.
"'You want me to fuck you, Lily, don't you," he breathed. "That's
right, isn't it? You want me to fuck you up between your legs, don't
you?"
"No, no," she protested, feeling as if her brain were reeling. Had
she heard him correctly? Yes, yes, of course she had. How dare he talk to
her like that. Had he taken leave of his senses? Or was it just that he
was a promiscuous scoundrel, like she thought. Yet her cunt ached for
him, for any cock, and she felt she desperately needed him to fuck that
ache away. And his talking to her like that wasn't making it any easier
to say no. For God's sake, didn't he have any morals at all. Didn't he?
The handsome man leaned close to her, and she could feel his hot
breath on her cheek like the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. He
touched her knee, lightly, but his fingers seemed to burn through her
skin. "Well, Lily?" he demanded. "Wouldn't you like me to crawl up
between your widespread legs . . . wouldn't you like me to fuck you?
Wouldn't you really?"
"Carl . . . Stop it . . . stop it! I'm only human."
"And so am I, my love," he moaned. "I know your cunt is on fire
right this instant, and you know the only thing that can extinguish that
fire is a big, hard cock spewing cum all over it. I have a big hard cock
loaded with cum, Lily. And I know you want it in you."
Then he reached out and brought her hand in contact with his
thorbbing, pants-encascd hardness.
Lily felt as if she had no power to resist, so overwhelming was this
searing contact with his heavily throbbing penis. And she began to stroke
it lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her strokes slowly,
teasingly. Her breasts pressed hotly, softly against his arm now as she
moved closer to him, unable to resist any longer; her lips found his jaw
line and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue flicking out
to sear a path of fire along the skin of his face as her hand continued to
rub his already lust-swollen prick.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he went on, droning the words
in an almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist. "You want me to fuck you,
Lily, you want me to fuck you!" And it was true! Oh God, she did want him
to fuck her. Oh God, how she wanted his cock fucking deep up inside her
wide-split cunt walls.
Suddenly Carl's mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue flailing
deep into her mouth. Lily's hand began to move faster on his turgid
shaft, and she sucked back and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own
probe around and around his, darting into his mouth and then withdrawing.
Carl's hand came up and found her desire-swollen breast, squeezed and
kneaded the flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the loose blouse,
exposing her naked tit with its fiery nipple and dark brown areola. He
could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the glans
on the hard tip of his prick as she continued to massage him with a
practiced thoroughness.
And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of
her magnificent breast, his cock was jerking almost out of control.
Christ, he knew she'd be a beautiful fuck, but he had no idea he'd
uncovered such an amazingly hot-blooded woman.
But suddenly she pulled away from him as the full impact of what she
was doing struck Lily's mind like a fist. My God! she thought wildly.
Suppose Eddie came back, suppose he saw me here with Carl . . . No, no, I
can't allow that, I have to control these crazed emotions . . . damn,
damn, why had he come here, why had he aroused her so much, why had she
had any of that goddamned grass of his . . .
She wrenched away violently from Carl, pulling her mouth from his,
and taking her hand from his bulging cock. Her face was flushed a
brilliant crimson partially form shame and partially from her intense
arousal. She averted her eyes, panting raggedly.
"What's the matter, baby?" Carl breathed heavily beside her. And
then: "Are you worrying about your son? Is that it? Well, you needn't.
If he's gone off with Cindy, he'll be gone for enough time . . . plenty of
time, love."
"No . . . no, he might come back . . ."
"He won't come back," the roughly handsome man whispered in his
mesmeric voice. "No, relax and admit that you want me to fuck you as much
as I want it. It'll be good, Lily, darling, it'll be so wonderful . . ."
"No!" she shouted at him, jumping up from the couch. "No, goddamn
you, Carl, I can't, I can't!" Her heart was hammering violently in her
chest, and she was aware of the wet moistness still seeping hotly out from
her aroused cunt lips. But she had to compose herself, had to find a way
to get Carl to leave. She went to the window, staring out blankly for a
long moment.
Then from behind her, Carl's voice whispered, "Lily, my love."
She turned, gathering her courage to say what had to be said, but
when she saw him, the words froze in her throat. He had stripped off his
clothes and was naked now, his thick, blood-raged cock shaft standing out
at a heavy right angle from his loins, quivering, seeping fluid from its
blind eye.
He reached out gently and began to undress her and she stood there
unable now to protest, until finally she stood before him completely
naked.
When he was finished he stood back and looked at her appreciatively.
The moist, petal-like, softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were
presented lustfully to his eyes, and the brown triangle of her pubic mound
glistened invitingly in the early morning sunlight. Her high, perfectly
rounded breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, the
nipples now hard and distended from desire. Her long, slender legs,
satiny smooth in their tanned splendor at the inner thighs were moist with
the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cunt mouth.
"Carl . . ." His name choked past her swollen throat weakly, but
that was all. She couldn't say anything else as he stared hungrily at her
beautiful nakedness and she saw his cock pulsating madly again.
Slowly, slowly, Carl lifted his hands, his eyes fastened on hers, and
began to slide his palms up and down along her silky, softly curved sides,
then up to cup her firm, full breasts, kneading them lightly, as if they
were a wonderful offering of the flesh. Then his hands stroked her belly,
moving down ever so slowly until the tips of his fingers were just
touching the seal-brown fleece of her pussy hair. He held them there for
a long moment, teasing her hotly pulsing clitoris while his own cock was
screaming now to throw her to the floor and fuck her.
Slowly, his hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower
through the soft, downy curls of her cunt, blazing a path toward the
glistening pink slit between her legs. When he reached it, he placed his
thumb and forefinger on either side of the softly glistening lips and
spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her tiny
clitoris. He tweaked it once, twice, tantalizingly, sending more rivulets
of warm liquid excitement trailing down her inner thighs. Then his finger
went lower, lower, poised at the lips of her vagina, slipping inside now,
burying it in again, withdrawing, slid in and out of her nakedly waiting
cunt-hole and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the
sensations coursing through her flesh from his manipulations. Then Carl
began again to talk to Lily in his droning, hypnotic voice.
"I want to fuck you baby, I want to fuck your hot little pussy like
it's never been fucked before."
"No, Carl, no," she whimpered, trying weakly to push him away. But
he just continued his incantation.
"I want to worm my finger deep up around in your tight little asshole
while I'm fucking you, and I want you to do the same for me. Then you're
going to suck my big, throbbing cock, suck it until you milk me dry, and
then I'll push your legs back over your head and . . ."
On and on he intoned, and the words, the absolutely obscene sounds he
was uttering ---- lashed Lily's marijuana-dazed mind into a swirling
frenzy.
Oh Jesus, she wanted him to fuck her . . . to shove his finger up her
asshole . . . to do all those lewdly exciting things he was saying! She
didn't care about Eddie, her son, coming home, she didn't care about
anything! She only felt the incredible heat coursing through her cunt,
Carl's vile, lust-inciting words in her ears, the sight of his huge,
pulsing cock jutting out from his hairy loins . . . that was all that
mattered . . . SHE HAD TO LET HIM FUCK HER!
As if she was somehow spirit-free from her body, she watched herself
objectively as her feet moved of their own accord, moving her body
forward, bringing her closer to him, seeing his smile turn to one of
triumph as he claimed his victory beyond any doubt. Her hands reached out
to him, touched his shoulders, and she was in his arms rubbing her body
sensuously, hungrily against his, grinding her naked hips into him as her
mouth sought and found his.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you," he ordered hoarsely, "tell me!"
"I . . . want . . . you to . . . fuck . . . me!"
"Right here, right now, on the floor! You want me to fuck your tits
off right here on the floor, right here, Lily, tell me!"
"On the floor . . . want you to fuck me on the floor . . . want you
to fuck my tits off right here on the goddamn floor!" she was moaning
helplessly now, her voice low and husky with desire.
Then he was dragging her down onto the softness of the rug, entwining
her body with his. And Lily didn't care about anything now but this
muscular, musky-smelling, overpowering man whose desire-hardened cock
pressed tightly to her naked flesh. She was dimly, very dimly aware that
later, when it was over, after he had fucked her to cumming, there would
be remorse and self-loathing, but at that moment she didn't care . . . she
just didn't care how long and in what ways he fucked her . . . just so he
filled her greedily hungering cunt with that great, beautiful hardness of
his all the way up to her belly.
Carl's mouth was covering her, with hot kisses, her face, her throat,
into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smoothly rounded
cheeks of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh greedily. She
was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to
dance inside it, racing along the soft sensitive skin of his inner ear.
Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the
granite-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot searing tips of her
fingers closed over his rigid penis, and then his mouth closed over hers
and their tongues lashed and twirled together, as if trying to blend into
one. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her
naked cunt hard into him ---- then, completely lost now in her passion,
she twisted suddenly, pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs
wide, her cunt flared open, secreting her hot liquid desire, eagerly
waiting to be fucked within an inch of her life.
Lily's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing
the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the hirsute ass,
exploring all of him with hungry abandon. His cock rested hard against
her thighs, trailing dribbles of semen, mingling with her own cuntal
juices there. She reached under her buttocks as she levered their
entwined bodies up with the full strength of her back, with both hands,
and pulled her naked pussy lips slowly apart to give his cock greater
contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it slipped off her thigh to lay
full length in the warm, wet crevice, the head resting deliciously against
her aching clitoris. Then she relaxed, dropping her body back onto the
floor, his rigid shaft trapped hotly between her soft inner thighs.
Carl forced his hands between her shoulders and the floor and ran
them down the soft curves of her back and hips making harsh groaning
sounds deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot,
white-hot, to him as she undulated her body against him in slow, teasing
rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin
tanned skin, the tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the
outside of his hips, and he anticipated vaguely how they would grip him
moments from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep into her
hot little belly.
Carl pushed his hands down farther beneath her, cupping the fullness
of her buttocks in the palms of sweat-slicked hands, pulling her crotch
hard against him. He moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow
wetter and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her ass cheeks began
a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without
warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against
the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her.
"Oooooh, God! fuck me!" she cried out in wild abandon. "Fuck me,
Carl, give it to me, fuck meeeeeeeee!"
He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding up to
meet him and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around
his palpitating penis to guide it up between the moist lips of her
greedily throbbing pussy. Carl groaned like an animal in heat as he felt
her hands move his prick up and down between her widespread vaginal slit,
parting the soft, fleecy hair of it with the blood-engorged head. The
pressure in his balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold
back another second. Now! Now he had to fuck her before he spewed out
his hotly boiling cum all over her naked cunt hair and belly.
He flexed his hips with a sudden, heavily driving thrust that drove
his huge, rock-hard shaft deep up into the hotly gaping mouth of her
hungry cunt, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash that hammered his
balls wetly, harshly against the naked flesh of her upturned buttocks.
"Uuuuuuaaaahhhhhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him.
Carl felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly around his fleshy rod,
consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her wetly
secreting pussy walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his
cockhead ramming hard against her cervix.
"Oooohhhhh!" she howled again.
The lustful, wildly aroused man ground his pelvis into the squirming
pliant flesh beneath him, fucking into Lily with long, hard strokes. She
strained under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few
inches off the cool flooring. She moaned and mewled wildly under his
pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs around his hips
as she worked her tightly clinging cunt-hole up and down in a lewd pagan
rhythm of fucking over his heavily hardened cock. Her mouth gaped open
wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild abandon. "It's . . .
good, lover . . . ohhhhh, soooo good . . . ooohhh yesssss!"
Then Carl reached under her between her nakedly grinding asscheeks
and drove his pistoning cock further up into the hot moistness of her
pussy. He stretched the moons of her ass wide with his hands, and then
dipped his middle finger toward her quivering little asshole. A small
stream of warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where
he was fucking into her cunt. It lubricated the tightly puckered anal
ring, and he probed experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward
with his middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield under the
pressure, then give way completely. His finger slid in up to the first
knuckle in the tight elasticity of her nether passage. She leapt her body
upward to crash into his with a wet, slapping sound at the sudden lancing
shock of his fingerfucking of her asshole. And then she was screaming for
him, saying, "Aaaahhhhh, it hurts a little but it's soooo gooood, so
goooddddddd!"
He thrust again, sinking his finger in her warm, dark rectal channel
to the second knuckle.
"Oooohhhh, it hurts . . . baby, it hurts so gooooodddddd!!!!"
Despite her cries, Carl felt Lily suddenly begin to screw her
buttocks back down on his groping finger until it was sunk in all the way
up to the palm of his hand. He wiggled it around inside the hot fleshy
passage, eliciting more cries of wild sexual joy and delight from her. He
could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, the
underside of his driving prick fucking in and out of her wet, hot cunt; he
timed the thrusts of his finger with the forward stabs of his heaving
shaft, impaling her completely in her tightly locked pussy and rectal
passage. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his cock growing
and expanding inside her until it felt as though it was going to burst
from the exquisite building in his balls. He had to cum soon, he had to,
he had to! If he didn't cum and fill her hot little belly with his fire-
hot seed soon, he was going to go out of his fucking mind! Christ, she
was a good piece of tail . . . the little hot-cunted prude was turning
into one of the best pussy-fucks he'd ever had . . . ever!
Fourteen year old Eddie Granger was having a wonderful time with
Cindy Bradley, and he was really happy his mother had let him come with
her. Cindy was really a nice woman, he thought. She knew just how to
make you laugh and feel good inside, and she was just plain fun to be
with. And oh, she was beautiful, her long blonde hair seeming to tickle
the nipples of her firm breasts, which protruded obviously under the
halter she wore without a bra.
The handsome youth's thoughts were diverted by the sudden slowing of
the Mercedes. He looked over at the older woman.
"How come we're slowing down? I like to go fast like you were!"
"I just thought of something," she said smiling. "There's a private
beach, real secluded, in back of the house where we live. You and I could
go swimming there if you want."
Eddie clapped his hands together. "Oh, that'd be groovy!"
"Did you bring a suit with you?"
"Uh-huh. It's with my stuff, at my mom's cabin."
"She's only about a mile up the road," Cindy grinned. "We'll go back
there and pick it up, then drive over to our place and spend the rest of
the day swimming. Okay?"
"Far out!" the good-looking teenager enthused.
Cindy increased the Mercedes speed, and moments later they reached
the dirt road leading to Lily Granger's little home. She swung the silver
sedan along it, gearing down. Suddenly, the lovely blonde scowled,
touched the brakes, and slowed the car almost to a crawl. She leaned
forward, head turned to one side in an attitude of listening. Then she
cursed softly, pulled the car off on the side of the lane onto a soft
shoulder, and set the hand brake, jumping out to open the hood
immediately. She listened there for a moment, peering in at the engine,
then shut the hood, came back and switched off the ignition. Eddie was
really impressed to see a woman who knew something about cars.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"She's overheated," Cindy answered, knowledgeably. "We'll have to
let her cool off for a few minutes."
"Then it's not serious?" The young boy was relieved.
"Nope. It'll be okay, once the engine cools. Come on, Eddie, we'll
walk up to your house; I know a path through the trees. By the time we
get your suit and walk back here, the car will be just fine again."
She took his hand, holding it firmly but gently, and they set off
through the thick, aromatic woods. Eddie and Cindy walked close together,
holding hands more tightly. Every once in a while Cindy would brush
against his body in the cool, shadowed woods. Eddie was vaguely excited
to be with this beautiful blonde. He was even having thoughts about doing
it, deliciously imagining what it would be like. But he'd never have the
courage to try.
And Cindy Bradley thought as she walked: So far, so good . . . things
are working out just fine. This cute little naive kid fell for the cock-
and-bull story about the car overheating, and I'm not going to have any
trouble leading him right where I want him to go. Now if only Carl has
managed to get someplace with Lily Granger . . . well, I guess I don't
have to worry about that. When Carl wants you, you get had ---- no two
ways about it. He's some dude, all right. And little Eddie is gonna be
easy pickin's too . . . oh, wow, I can't wait to get that beautiful
little-boy cock in me . . .
They reached a break in the trees, through which they could see Lily
Granger's house. Deftly, Cindy led the fourteen year old boy off to one
side, so that they would approach the house along the left wall; there was
a window there, a window that looked directly into the living room of the
cabin . . .
They exited the woods, Cindy and Eddie still holding hands, and
walked up through the yard. Quietly, they walked toward the house. And
then . . .
"Aaahhhhhhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but it's sooo good, lover, so
gooooodddd!"
Cindy and Eddie stopped near the front window having made the turn
toward the front of the house. Alarmed, the teenage boy looked at Cindy.
"What was that?" he breathed.
"I . . . I don't know," Cindy replied, "Come on Eddie, let's look in
the window." She drew him over there, tugging at his hand, just in time to
hear another cry emanate from within the cabin."
"Aiiiieeeeee, loverrrr!"
They reached the window and Eddie, his mind confused, peered in past
the partially-closed curtains. He saw nothing at first, until he let his
eyes drop to the floor before the old couch ---- and then he froze, his
mind exploding in a kaleidoscope of shocked horror. He opened his mouth
to cry out, but Cindy behind him, circled his waist with one arm clamped
her other hand over his mouth to muffle the cry before it could be put to
voice.
Eddie sagged back against her as the first moment of rigidity left
him and surprised shock overcame him. His wide, expressive eyes bulged
with disbelief as he stared unblinkingly at the scene which assailed his
vision. His mother . . . and Carl . . . oh God, he was . . . fucking her
crazy, right there on the floor . . . both of them naked and thrashing
around like animals, Carl's thing all hard and wet jammed far up inside
his mother's belly . . . his mother's big beautiful tits bobbing beneath
him . . . such huge hot tits his mother had . . . God, she looked
beautiful, all naked and hot that way!
His mind seething with these disjointed, confused thoughts ---- and a
dozen more ---- the handsome teenager struggled blindly with himself. He
wanted to run, get away from that scene inside the cabin, that wild
orgiastic display of his mother being fucked on the floor by Cindy
Bradley's husband!
Cindy was secretly reveling in the lascivious sight of her husband
resoundly fucking the prudish Lily Granger, his cock in her cunt and his
finger jammed far up into her hungrily sucking little asshole; then,
managing to hold a shocked expression on her face, she took Eddie's hand
and led him back into the cool, dark, concealing woods.
Carl continued to fuck deep and hard into the slipperily devouring
pussy of the voluptuous Lily Granger, and sent his middle finger worming
farther and farther up into her rectum. She was screming and moaning,
alternately, beneath him now, her sweat-slick body, a dervish of wild
motion and emotion, straining for her own orgasm.
And Carl wanted her to cum, too, wanted to mingle his bursting juices
with hers simultaneously, and he began fucking his cock into her openly
spread cunt still harder, in time with his burgeoning finger skewering
into the rubbery depths of her asshole. She gripped him desperately
between her tightly clamped thighs, opening and closing them around him in
time to his long, hard inward fucks and he knew that this hotly aroused
woman was approaching her climax. He continued the merciless onslaught of
his cock and his finger with all the strength he possessed in his well-
muscled body.
"Aaaagggghhhh, fuck my pussy, fuck it, that's it, lover, fuck it
hard, fuck it harrrdddddd!"
She continued to chant the words over and over, drawing each syllable
out, spurring him onto greater heights with her obscene mumblings,
pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jacknifed her
knees all the way up to mash them against her breasts, offering him the
full expanse of her upturned vaginal slit. Her eyes rolled like a
hopeless drunk's, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve
her imminent rlease.
Suddenly, then, she howled, "It's . . . there . . . oh, God, it's
there . . . my pussy's cummmmmiinnng . . . it's cumming!!!
The words burst from her throat in a low banshee wail, almost
piercing Carl's eardrums. and she pulled her thighs back tighter until
the whole of her widespread cunt-hole was presented to his deeply fucking
cock. Her ankles were locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her
hips beneath him in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out
her orgasm to him.
Carl felt the warm, gushing juices of her cunt walls seethe and flow
around his heavily skewering cock as he battered his body fiercely against
her, as she locked herself up on his prick with all the power in her
thighs, as her loins spasmed convulsively against his sweating belly. And
then the great swirl of heat which was building, building in his testicles
became unbearable and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot
sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the
tube of his cock. He began to spew hot, thin streams into her greedily
sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending torrent, emptying his very being
deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her hotly lusting pussy. He
moaned his last final droplet, an eternity later, and then his cock began
to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, with a soft, wetly hissing suctioning
noise, trailing thin gossamer strands of semen along her belly as he
rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath, wheezing forth in
satiation.
A long moment passed, and Carl said quietly, "That was lovely, Lily,
honey. It really was lovely. You're one hell of a beautiful fuck!"
But Lily didn't answer. She just lay there, completely fulfilled.
She knew she should feel some kind of remorse, shame; she knew that her
son, Eddie, could walk in at any minute . . . and yet she was too filled
with torpor after the magnificent screwing she had just had with this
sensual, handsome man. She felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a
much-needed reassurance of her womanhood, because she had allowed herself
to be denied this for so long ---- and because of the hurt that Albert,
her ex-husband, had caused her. She simply lay there, feeling the warm
heat of the strong, muscular body beside her, smelling his manly odor and
the permeating aura of their consumated lust.
She lay still for awhile, and then suddenly she was on all fours
beside him, hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock
glistening with the coagulating juices of her recent cumming around it.
Her head dropped slowly toward his groin, and suddenly her tongue
flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the thin-slitted opening of his
cock, causing a thin sheen of the last vestiges of his cum to flow forth
and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along
the flaccid expanse of his prick, down over his soft, wrinkled scrotum,
wiping away her own orgasm juices. She smiled as she bent to her task,
for Carl's cock was beginning to show signs of hardening again, was
stirring beneath her oral ministrations, and after such a long time of
denial, Carl Bradley's again desire-hardened cock was the most wonderful
sight in the world . . .
Chapter 4
Eddie Granger didn't want anyone to see his shock and he tried to
keep a few feet ahead of Cindy as they walked back to the car. Cindy
followed him, talking soothingly, while her heart hammered crazily in her
chest in anticipation of what might soon take place between herself and
this innocent young boy ---- as long as she played her cards right.
She called out to him: "Come on, Eddie, let's go sit down some place.
You'll feel better if you can just sit and think it all out of you."
Cindy led the teenage youth off the narrowly defined path, across a
spongy, pine-needled expanse and into a small clearing well removed from
his mother's house ---- a clearing she had been in before, with a cute
blond surfer boy who had been visiting from L.A. last summer, after they
had gone for a hike in this same general area. That had been some
afternoon, all right; she had sucked the cum from his tender young balls
twice and then he had talked her into letting him fuck her in the asshole
. . .
Cindy's lovely eyes flashed at the remembrance, then she put a sober
expression on her face as she led Eddie across the clearing. At its far
end, there was a small stream with a rocky, twig-cluttered bed and a
trickle of water running in its middle. On the bank, on a wide berth of
soft needles beneath a pine heavy with cones, she guided the distraught
boy down into a sitting position. He sank beside her while she held him
against her and he could feel the full, hard tautness of her breasts
pressing against his arm and chest, and Eddie was suddenly aware of a
spasming tingle in his cock, inside the tight restriction of his jeans.
"Go ahead, cry it out," she told him tenderly. "Try to forget what
you saw in that cabin."
And something about her voice was so comforting that Eddie lost his
embarrassment at looking so confused in front of a woman. He had been
through so much in the past two weeks and it felt so good finally to
suddenly cry, his sobs filling the quiet glade with mournful sounds.
Eddie felt lost, empty, he didn't know what to do. His mother . . . the
mother he had always loved and respected and looked up to . . . lying
there naked on the floor and getting her belly fucked full by Carl Bradley
---- the man who had befriended him yesterday ---- fucking his big hard,
cock into his beautiful mother while her openly spread legs kicked out
high in the air . . . Oh God, oh God!
Eddie pressed closer to Cindy ---- warm, sweet Cindy, his only friend
now that he had been betrayed by his mother and Carl . . . and yet, he
knew deep down that he shouldn't be taking what he had seen so hard, that
lovemaking was only a part of life and you couldn't pretend that it didn't
exist. Still, he had always thought of sex as something you did in a bed
under the covers, with someone you really loved . . . not just a slapping
together of bodies on the floor, like two dogs in heat . . . God, why was
he so confused? If only he hadn't seen them doing it, Carl and his
mother, so soon after seeing his father and a strange woman back in
Detroit . . . the shock of viewing both scenes was putting his young mind
in a turmoil. He didn't hate his mother, the way he hated his father now,
and he didn't really hate Carl either; but something was lost, gone
forever, he felt, in his attitude toward the dark-hired man who was his
friend and toward the woman who had given birth to him ---- and he didn't
know exactly what it was . . .
Can I ever go back home, face Mommy again, after what Ijust saw? he
asked himself. I don't know . . . she'll look in my face and see that
something's wrong and she'll guess what it is, and then . . . what? Will
things still be the same for us . . . will we be able to go on like we did
last night, like early this morning . . . oh, I don't know, I don't know
anything, why did this have to happen, why, why, why?
His sobs increased for a time as he poured out his torment, dimly
aware that Cindy was talking to him, whispering words into his ear.
Finally, some of the deep aching left him and he was able to stop crying.
And he became aware, then, of the words she was saying to him, the soft,
gentle, droning words . . .
" . . . about it, honey, don't think about the way your mother and
Carl looked in there in the house, they way their faces looked and what
they were doing. Don't think about the way your mom was loving it, about
the way she was holding him with her naked legs locked around his back
there on the floor . . . don't think about how it must have felt for them,
don't think about it at all . . ."
No, or course he wouldn't think about it, Eddie thought. Of course,
he wouldn't. It was too awful. He felt Cindy stroking his hair lightly,
comfortingly, and then she stroked his shoulder and the slender hardness
of his muscular boyish arm. It felt good to be touched by her, Eddie
decided, good to be caressed by this beautiful woman, his only friend in
this moment of internal crisis. But he mustn't think about what his
mother and Carl had been doing, he mustn't let that mental image remain
vividly implanted in his brain . . .
"Don't think about your mom, about Carl, don't think about what you
and I saw in the cabin . . . don't . . . don't . . ." Cindy's voice
droned on. But Eddie now could feel the firm, warm, full breasts pressing
hard against him, could feel her nipple beginning to harden, and he felt
the excitement in his hardening young cock increase despite his efforts to
control himself and push the memory from his mind. But he could still see
them mentally as they looked in the cabin, fucking, and the images were in
turn causing unmistakeable arousal in his tortured young body. Despite
his tears, the tortured confusion in his young mind, Eddie was becoming
more and more aroused by the proximity of Cindy's lush body and soothing
voice telling him not to think of what he had witnessed, while the vision
remained unerasable in his mind, try as he might to shut it off. In fact,
her voice was bringing it into crystal clarity. He pressed even closer to
Cindy now, secure with her female nearness and the gentle stroking of her
hand on his shoulder and arm.
The situation was starting to have a strong physical effect on
Cindy's flesh as well. She could feel the familiar wonderful twitching
sensation deep within her belly, and her hungry little pussy began to
secrete tiny droplets of lubrication to moisten her panties, causing her
to open and close her thighs slightly, almost unnoticeably, in a gathering
sexual rhythm. Her fully hardened nipples under her halter top were
begging to be sucked as she thought: Wow! I'm going to fuck this kid like
he'll never forget; he'll shove his cock all the way up my belly and fill
me with his fresh young cum until I explode! She almost couldn't control
her passion any longer!
Her demanding, unsatisfied loins were overwhelmed with uncontrollable
perverted hunger for the boy. Her large ripe breasts heaved high and
swollen only inches in front of Eddie Granger's confused young face and
her soft voice turned husky as her surrendering body was no longer able to
resist the sweet torment of her mounting desire for him.
"Eddie, dearest Eddie."
A strangled cry escaped from between her moist lips, and wildly she
threw both of her arms around him in a sudden surge of uncontrollable
desire. She pulled the innocently unresisting youth close against the
softness of her breasts, crushing him hungrily to her, and she could feel
his hard young penis pulsing,down against her jean covered thighs. Every
tingling nerve in her voluptuous body was reacting with overwhelming
sensation, and she began undulating her trembling hips seductively against
his abdomen while she planted several warm loving kisses on his cheeks.
"You poor sweet darling," she sighed with her unquenchable passion,
"You dear, lovely boy. Kiss me . . ." She pulled her halter top up over
her breasts and brushed the full throbbing globes across his warm parted
lips, then felt him tremble from the aroused excitement which rippled
heavily over his young body. Delicious sensations raced out of control in
the boy now as he kissed her white, eagerly offered mounds of flesh with
his innocent young desire.
But suddenly, a warning voice penetrated the rising passion, the
confusion, that was young Eddie Granger's brain. The image of his mother
being fucked by this woman's husband shimmered, faded, and it was
momentarily replaced by fear ---- fear of his own body's sudden betrayal,
fear of what was about to happen between him and this beautiful older
woman if he didn't stop her now . . . yes, he had to stop her . . . stop
sucking her breast even though it felt good to be there, caressing her,
tweaking her nipples, arousing her unbridled passions . . .
No, no! his mind intoned, and then the words were ripping from his
mouth, too. "No, no! Stop it, Cindy, stop it!" He jerked away from her,
panting, his eyes glazed not with anger but with confused desire. The
lust-crazed woman was taken completely by surprise, for she had been
supremely confident that he was totally hers now. She gaped at him for a
moment, then stood up, slid her tight jeans over her firmly rounded hips,
her top over the tan full mounds of her breasts until she stood naked
before him. Then she reached out and grabbed the young fourteen year old,
pulling him back into the folds of her arms.
There was no protest from the boy now, who had been aroused by the
sight of her naked body to the point where there was no turning back.
Then Cindy drew his lips closer to the distended nipple of her
breast, moaning softly as she guided the hardened little bud into his open
mouth. "Suck my titty, dear little Eddie. Suck and feel it with your
tongue like you were a hungry little baby . . .
"Ohhhhhh, Cindy," he said in a muffled groan.
Cindy gently cupped one of her hands behind his head. "It's all
right Eddie. I like you kissing my titty, really I do. Ohhhh, yes, yes.
Mmmmmm, like that. Oh Eddie, you're so good, so good . . ."
Young Eddie Granger's mind was still reeling. Jesus! Now he was
doing it. He was actually sucking this beautiful blonde's big tits! Her
nipple in his mouth was the craziest taste he'd ever had! So this was
what it felt like. Shit, it was incredible!
Cindy's uncontained passions had reached that aroused, sensation
filled point where nothing could have stopped her from continuing her lewd
seduction of the young fourteen year old boy. She gently smoothed her
hand down over his back, feeling all of his smooth hard flesh with slowly
circling fingers. Then her fingers moved to the buttons, opening them
slowly, one at a time, until she could peel his shirt off. God, his skin
was just like a baby's like new and untouched satin! So different from
the rough, hairy skin of her husband . . . Her other hand slowly eased
around to the front of his pants and softly caressed the swollen outline
of his straining young penis, and she felt the boy tremble and gasp while
he sucked harder at her breast. A searing flame of desire raced hotly
through her belly and loins while she teasingly traced up and down his
young cock, delicately squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger.
Eddie sucked in his breath when he felt her gently ease down the
zipper of his pants and slip her hand tantalizingly inside his open fly.
He could feel her velvety fingers as they taunted with a soft grazing
motion beneath one legband of his thin cotton undershorts and around the
smooth flesh of his inner thigh. Then he moaned with quivering delight as
her hand lovingly began to stroke the naked flesh of his rock-hard young
cock. Ohhh, he couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Rising
tingles of sexual excitement spiraled up form, between his youthful loins
and swirled maddeningly through his lean and hairless belly. She had his
prick right in her hand, and was playing with it! And . . . oh, Jesus, now
she was feeling his balls too!
"Mmmmmmm" he groaned around her soft delicious breast which throbbed
between his firmly sucking lips. He couldn't control his moans and sighs
as she continued to tenderly fondle the pulsating shaft of his young penis
and the fleshy sac of his taut, sperm swollen testicles. "Ohhhh . . .
Cindy, Cindy."
"Don't be afraid, Eddie," she whispered, and gently eased her breast
free of his eager young mouth and slowly dropped to her knees on the
ground. She trailed her long blonde hair teasingly down over his heavy-
breathing chest, kissing his button-like nipples until he groaned and
quivered as he stood above her. She played her moistly sliding tongue
down further to lave his belly and wash his tender navel, while her softly
curling hand traced along the waistband of his pants and unbuttoned the
top of his open fly. She smoothly drew his pants down, slipping his white
cotton shorts with them, and then she tenderly lifted each of his slender
young legs to remove his clothing along with his scuffed brown loafers.
Her passion-hungry eyes greedily absorbed the sight of his rigidly arching
penis as it throbbed nakedly between his strong young thighs, and she felt
heavy sensations of salacious delight flutter through her own fully
exposed belly and loins.
"You're so handsome Eddie," she exclaimed. Her body was lewdly
tingling with rising excitement and her brain was sensually afire with
obscene passion as she wrapped her moistly stroking hand once more around
his swollen young penis. Oh, God, it was perfect, perhaps four inches and
slightly thick for its length, its bulbous young head a richly glistening
crimson at the tip where the tiny moist slit creased it. And ohhh . . .
his lovely young testicles so tight and round with their sensitive
textures scrotum of a fine velvet skin.
Eddie looked down in wild-eyes amazement, having given up trying to
understand what was happening to him . . . only that it was! He watched
mesmerized as she taunted his hardened prick with her fingers, pulling the
foreskin down so that its head stood outlike a beacon, her glistening lips
less than an inch from its tip.
"Ohhh . . ." he whimpered and squirmed above her. "Ohhh, shit!" he
gulped, truly shocked by what she was doing to him.
"Darling Eddie, you feel so good to me," Cindy breathed hotly against
his youthful, soft chest. "Now, lie down, Eddie, lie down!"
Oooohhhh, he knew he shouldn't . . . but he was going to! Oh Jesus,
she was so beautiful and her tits were like honey in his mouth . . . and
damn, the way she was stroking his prick was too much to take! He gaped
down at her trying to swallow the parchness that had dried his voice from
his throat, and when he couldn't answer her he simply nodded his head with
enthusiasm. She laughed in warm, seductive delight, standing up to take
his hand and draw him down to the ground with her. He didn't care about
anything now, about his father or about his mother being fucked by Carl.
He didn't care about anything except the fun she was promising him!
Eagerly, he obeyed her, lying on his back with his hard, virile penis
standing high and proud while she nakedly stretched out beside him in lewd
display. Then she began to smooth her hands tantalizingly down over his
developing muscles and into all of the secret hollows and crevices of his
tender youthful body. Her lushly glistening lips fastened wetly onto his,
her tiny moist tongue darting between his teeth to explore his warm, wet
mouth while she pressed her fleshy hair-covered pubic mound tightly up
against his hips with a tiny provocative circling motion.
"Tell me, Eddie, did you like sucking on my titties?" Cindy
whispered in a throaty sensuous voice. "Tell me the truth now, did you?"
He rolled his head from side to side on the ground, fretfully looking
up at her. "Y-yes, yes, I did!" He gasped excitedly. Crap! He was
going right out of his mind! "I liked it! I liked it a lot, Cindy!"
The woman's blue eyes were smokily glazed from the lewd desires
running wild throughout her flesh, and the awareness that he was nearly
frantic with his own sexual desire only fanned the flames of her passions
more. She couldn't remember when she'd coerced a more helpless and
defenseless young boy, and the thought alone was enough to drive her wild.
Slowly she raised her knees beside him, her thrusting breasts swaying
sensuously with her movements as she pulled his naked body slowly over to
a kneeling position between her thighs. She spread the full white columns
of her shapely but slender legs wider apart, kneeing outwards until the
silken triangle of her virginal slit was entirely exposed to his straining
young eyes.
"My pussy is soft and silky and all wet and gushy, Eddie. Don't you
want to pet it and put your fingers in it . . .? You do want to, don't
you?
"Oh . . . oh Holy Shit!!" Eddie's face was now hovering only a few
inches from the golden curls which so softly fringed her desire-slickened
cuntal opening, and his breath caught in his throat as she watched it
sensuously rotate with lewd expectancy. "Oh, I sure do want to touch it!"
He gasped in lustful fascination as he gaped down at the narrow, coral-
hued slit which started at the bottom of her smooth tanned belly and
trailed downward into the firm rounded spheres of her buttocks. He could
even see her pink little asshole! Jesus, who wouldn't want to touch it?
His heart was pounding erratically in his chest as he leaned forward
and touched the warm, hair-fringed lips of her cunt and began to slowly
press them apart with his thumbs until all of its pink passion-flushed
flesh lay exposed to his eyes. He gradually eased more of his hand into
her moistly glistening vaginal mouth, delightedly feeling its smoothness
twitch and palpitate with spasming vibrations against his hand.
"Put it in, Eddie darling. Put your little finger right up inside my
little pussy hole! Ohhh, finger my cunt, darling, fingerfuck my cunt!"
The lust driven older woman raised her head with eager lewdness so
she could stare down at the naked young boy from between her sensitive,
desire swollen breasts. She watched in breathless impatience as Eddie
Granger brushed his hand gingerly between the silken strands of her blonde
pubic curls and gently pressured his slender middle finger up inside the
fleshy wetness of her throbbing, hungrily welcoming pussy.
"That's it, darling, rub it . . . rub it just like that, in and out .
. . in, and ohhh, yes, out . . ." Cindy gasped, undulating her hips and
buttocks up against more of his sliding, prodding young hand. "Ohhhh,
that's so nice, Eddie . . . God! . . ."
Eddie was speechless from the wild erotic picture which lay spread
before his innocent eyes. The blonde woman's legs were arched in ever
spreading wideness while he was slithering his finger as deep as it could
go up into the hotly sucking little hole up between her thighs. Man, it
was just like he was fucking her! He'd never dreamed that a woman's
snatch could be so soft and moist inside, and so pink and sparkling all
around it! Shit, what would his prick feel like up inside her? Better
than his finger, he bet . . .
Cindy quivered from head to toe from the enrapturing sensations that
his pistoning young hand was causing up inside her tightly clenched
vaginal passage. She melwed deliriously as she felt its inexperienced
prodding massage and taunt every inch of the hotly clasping inner walls,
and passionately, she pulled him up over and pressed her firm, full
breasts down over his hard slim chest and began to kiss him again in warm
lecherous delight. She raised and lowered her thighs hungrily on his
sliding fingers, her belly an inferno of forbidden sensations more avid
than she could ever remember before. The feel of his young and slender
finger, fingerfucking deep up inside her and the feel of his virile young
cock so close to her were driving her almost to orgasm alone! God, the
young boy was so helpless, so completely subject to her every lascivious
whim! She couldn't wait a second longer! She had to have the feel of him
deep up inside of her belly! That would be the ultimate, to coax and
drain the fresh young sperm from his tender cum-heavy testicles!
"Have you ever fucked a girl's pussy with your beautiful young cock
before, Eddie?" she asked breathlessly.
"N-no, honest I haven't," he managed in panting gulps of breath.
"Well, you're going to fuck one now, Eddie . . . you're going to fuck
mine with your beautiful, little prick!"
Cindy slowly removed his wetly slipping fingers from her hungrily
throbbing vaginal lips and tenderly grasped his now painfully swollen
young penis. With loving tenderness she placed the blunt, blood-engorged
head against the wide-splayed legs of her hot moist cuntal flesh. She
began to move her buttocks up and around his tightly-held prick, pressing
it hard against her nakedly spread cunt-hole with her own fingers.
"Ohhhh," Eddie Granger groaned loudly. He thrust his slender naked
pelvis down over her loins in bewildered ecstasy, wild pinpricks of
sensations stabbing up through his belly. "Ohhhh, Cindy!"
She spread her legs widely on either side of him so that the boy was
cradled firmly between her high-lifting thighs, and he could feel his hard
bulbous cock-head slip wetly along the pink, hairlined crevice he had been
so recently finger fucking. She raised her welcoming cunt up to his
penis, and then the entire length of his boyish shaft of flesh felt to him
as though it were being sucked right up inside her hot, moist pussy walls!
"Oh wow! He was really fucking her! He was really fucking a chick,
his very first naked woman! The youngster was filled with a sense of
limitless power, and with a wild cry of delight, he pressed down upon
Cindy's body, his weight smashing her fully rounded breasts tightly
against her chest. He thrust his lean hips forward to slide deeply into
her cunt like a wetly driving piston, pushing the softly smooth walls of
her pussy in rippling wet waves before his rampant young cock. Cindy felt
his small sperm-laden testicles slam hard against the cheeks of her
tightly clenched buttocks and she groaned in submissive rapture as the
blunt head of his penis stretched wide the elastic channel of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, yesssss," she sighed loudly in delight as she kicked her
small feet out into the air and locked her arms and legs back tightly
around his tense young body. The thrill of being fucked naked like this
by so young a boy sent chills coursing up and down her spine, and the
inner muscles ofher wetly pulsing vagina tightened around his throbbing
young penis and began a softly pressuring action of their own volition.
For a crazy moment she was able to imagine how she must look ---- a
beautiful thirty four year old woman with her uncontrollably straining
pussy mouth tightly locked around an innocent fourteen year old boy's
virgin cock ---- and she gasped for breath at lewd, lust-inciting vision.
But then she felt Eddie begin to thrust his hips back and forth in his
effort to fuck further and further into her hotly dilating womb and she
deliriously abandoned all of her fears and doubts.
His slim young cock plunging smoothly between her desperately working
thighs was all the reason she had to have! She bent all of her mind now
to the delicious enjoyment, eagerly yearning for the time when he would
shoot out his thick streams of adolescent young sperm and fill her
thirstily suckling belly as she'd never been filled before! Yes, oh God,
yes . . .
Eddie Granger's eager young face glowed with the sexual pleasure he
was experiencing for his very first time, and he bucked his lust-hardened
penis harder and harder into the hungrily devouring walls of the writhing
older woman's moistly gripping pussy. The sight of Cindy's full breasts
jiggling beneath him with their rose-tipped points, and then the fleshy
pink folds of her tightly clenching vaginal slit as they sucked greedily
against the sides of his prick with every stroke he made, was more than
this inexperienced young mind could stand. Ohhh, and now she was slipping
a hand down around his naked ass and was cupping the firm, youthful cheeks
with a sensuous little kneading motion he could feel all the way down to
his balls! He could sense that his testicles were swelling with their
ever-building load, and it wouldn't be long now until he shot all of his
cum right up inside her! Right up inside a real live woman's belly!
Ohhhh . . . it was too much . . . toooo much!
"Ohhh, God, Eddieeeee . . . Yesss . . ." the older woman moaned
ceaselessly up into his face, her eyes opening and closing in the lost
daze of her passion. She felt not one shred of shame for having seduced
this innocent young boy into fucking her; she was revelling in her lewd
wickedness like the powerfully sexual woman she knew she was. His
pounding, all-consuming young cock pumped deeper and faster up into her
hotly enveloping vaginal passage, and she wrapped her thrashing legs more
tightly around his heaving loins, rhythmically massaging his satin-soft
buttocks with her passion-driven fingers. Their moist deep pantings and
soft mewling cries of spiralling enjoyment mingled with the wind rushing
through the pine trees to form a sexual cadence which echoed erotically
around the two nakedly entwined bodies . . .
And then . . . then suddenly Cindy gasped with her delirious
excitement as she could feel his boyish young cock begin to flex and pulse
deep up inside her greedily sucking cunt, its hard rubbery tip flaring out
inside her belly until she thought she would scream with delight. Her
hands grasped harder into his smooth hairless buttocks so she could pull
him tightly colser into her expectant thighs, and she ground up against
him as her own climax began with the force of a sensually crashing tidal
wave.
"Yes, Eddieee . . . Oh, yes, cum . . . Cum into my cunt! Cummm!"
She undulated beneath the young boy's hardness, thrusting her yearning,
lust-squirming pussy up and down over his deeply burrowing, young
hardness.
"Oh, God, I'm there! Ahhhhhh . . .!"
She squealed with rapturous delight, her flesh trembling all over,
and the dark-haired youth paused for a single moment, astounded by the
older woman's wildly spasming convulsions beneath him. But then he felt
his own body lose control of his newly discovered passions, and
frantically he heaved his pelvis down against her again and again with his
furious need for sexual release.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Cindy!" he cried out in a high-pitched yell. His warm,
creamy young semen suddenly erupted from the blunt, heavily pulsing head
of his cock and spewed deep up into her wide-stretched pussy, swirling
deliciously together with the juices of her own insanely spiralling
orgasm. "Ohhhhh! I . . . oh, I'm commmiiiiinnnnnnnggggg, tooooo!"
Cindy's mind whirled in delirious sensuality as she felt his boiling
virile liquid squirt out from his adolescent penis like a never-ending
stream of lava. The starving walls of her pussy clenched and unclenched
spasmodically around his ejaculating hardness, desperately milking it of
all his warm, wet, whiteness. His fresh young cum filled her insatiable
cunt and the combining fluids of their releases overflowed around her
wetly drenched vaginal lips, trickling down between the soft, passion-
tensed valley of her still hotly grinding buttocks. Until at last, Lily
Granger's young son fell exhausted across Cindy's body while the blonde
woman's tightly clenched vaginal walls throbbed out their last quick
spasms around his rapidly deflating cock.
"Oh Christ, oh Jesus, Eddie!" Cindy breathed raggedly, covering his
sweating face with moist, hot kisses. "That was wonderful, the best I've
ever had! Oh Eddie . . . I had to have you fuck my hot pussy. I just
had to! You understand, don't you? I know it was your first time and
that it was good. Tell me you like it, Eddie. Tell me you loved it!"
The handsome teenage boy lay there for a long time without moving or
speaking. And then, slowly he turned his innocent face to the blonde-
haired seductress's unsmiling one, his eyes probing hers.
"I . . ." he began, and stopped, then continued. "Yes, oh yes, Cindy
. . . I . . . I loved it . . . I loved it more than anything!"
Chapter 5
Lily Granger had been a sex starved housewife whose marriage had
broken up because she was unable to, stand the sexual frustration any
longer, because she had been almost forced into letting another man fuck
her. But the price she had paid for satisfying her lust in that way had
been high, and the underlying guilt had, at times, been unbearable. After
coming to California, she had tried to live according to the notion of
sexual freedom, telling herself that this was a new age and that guilt was
an unnecessary emotion. Yet the free-living swingers of Marin County,
California, had frightened her and she had had little sexual experience
since her divorce, although her body had so often hungered to be filled by
a man.
So when Carl Bradley finally left after fucking her again and again
that afternoon, Lily was in a state of terrible confusion. The handsome,
well-muscled man had lifted her to heights of shameless undreamed of
passion. Again and again that morning his prick had grown hard only
moments after it had spewed hot, fiery seeds into her pussy or her mouth
and he had fucked her ---- how many times? How many times had she cum?
Lily didn't know ---- she only knew that her sex-starved body had answered
her every summons and had reveled in, the delicious sensuality of the
hedonist who had seduced her, knowing he cared only for her loins, her
breasts, her gyrating hips, and her unquenchable clasping cuntal passage .
. . not for Lily herself.
But what meaning did that have . . . who was she? No event in her
life, except perhaps for the birth of Eddie, had moved her to such
stirring heights. Who was she if not a sex-hungry, passionate, hot-
blooded woman. Perhaps this was her true self and Carl Bradley had helped
her to discover it that morning.
She lay back on her bed now, the hot sun streaming through the window
putting her into a state of semi-consciousness and she remembered that
when they were both too exhausted to respond any longer to their unleashed
passion, she had kissed Carl's limp cock, licking away the last warm, wet
vestiges of her most recent orgasm, and kissed him full on the mouth as he
lay sprawled on the couch in the livingroom. Then he had dressed and left
the house, walking out to his sportscar, a perfectly restored MGA classic,
and as, the car disappeared around the curve in the road, Lily felt a
strong pang of sad loneliness in her heart.
She had been able to do nothing for awhile except simply lie on the
couch, unmoving, trying to recapture some of her totally sapped strength.
Her mind began to clear somewhat as she rested; and she felt some of the
old guilt return, some of the self-regret that her mind had hinted at
earlier. God, what if Eddie ---- young, impressionable Eddie ---- had
walked in on them? There was no telling what he might have done, how he
might have reacted . . . especially after so soon witnessing his father,
Albert, in an illicit sexual act. She had allowed her own sexual craving,
to overshadow her new-found duties as a mother to her young son; she had
been weak when she should have been strong . . .
Well, what would happen now? Would she see Carl again or was it just
an early morning one night stand? She didn't know if she really wanted
to, and yet she did, she could think of nothing else; never had she known
a man as passionately arousing as Carl Bradley, as fantastic a sexual
partner. But vaguely, she knew that he represented a danger to his way of
life, to the possible permanent reunion between she and Eddie . . . the
way Carl was, he didn't care about anything except sexual expression and
his own satisfaction . . . he had no limits, no boundaries, no morality.
Lilly knew her mind was playing tricks on her, evoking crazy, wicked,
disjoined thoughts in its total exhaustion from the bout with Carl. She
had to sleep, had to rest, to get back her equilibrium before Eddie came
home from his afternoon with Cindy Bradley.
Like a dazed sleepwalker, Lilly got to her feet, standing naked in
the bright sunlight of early afternoon, her eyes blinking and trying to
focus. When she could see things clearly, if dully, she began to move
around the room, picking up her discarded clothing, bundling it under her
arm. Then she trudged back to the bedroom, throwing her clothing onto a
chair, and then collapsed again on the bed, managing to pull a single
sheet over her nudity.
She was asleep instantly.
* * *
As young Eddie Granger dressed behind one of the pines in the
clearing where he had been seduced by Cindy Bradley only minutes early, he
thought with a kind of awe: I'm a man now, I'm no longer just a little kid
but a real man . . . I've tucked a real woman, I've cum inside her pussy
and made her cum too . . . Holy shit!
He watched the beautiful blonde woman pull her shorts and panties
into place, and smooth her halter down over her full ripe breasts where
Eddies own mouth had sucked them. The nipples pressed hard against the
thin material sending a quiver through Eddie's body again. Cindy fluffed
the leaves from her long, silken hair, finger-combing it free of some of
its tangles.
Looking at her, the young boy was becoming somewhat aroused again. I
wonder how long it'll be, he thought, before she lets me do her hot little
pussy again? Now that I've fucked it once, I want to fuck it again and
again and again. Oh, wow!
The handsome young, teenage boy found himself wondering then about
what Carl Bradley's first time must have been like. Christ, he was really
a man with experience, he must have done it hundreds of times, thousands
even. And his mother, too, although it was difficult for him to think
like a woman, to know what went on inside a woman's mind, in spite of the
fact that if Cindy was any example, women needed and wanted screwing as
much or even more than men did. Eddie nodded slowly to himself,
revisualizing the scene on the floor of his mother's house, between her
and Carl, and he was no longer shocked or upset by what he had witnessed.
He thought he understood, now, what had made them go at each other that
way, like . . . well, not animals, just people who liked sex and had to
have it. He understood, and he felt no animosity toward Carl, no
displeasure with his mother. He knew he would be able to face her now,
because they both had secrets that they couldn't share with the other . .
. not yet, anyway.
Having thus composed himself, Eddie stepped out around the tree to
where Cindy stood, looking beautifully confident, her hair blowing in the
gentle breeze as she stood beside a tall pine. As she'd waited for him,
she found herself marvelling at how much this little kid had changed in
the past hour. He'd been nothing but a scared child when they'd watched
her husband fucking his mother's ass off in the house, and had been
frightened of her sexual advances . . . but once he'd lost his head . . .
once he had his cock up her pussy, he'd undergone a goddamn transformation
to rival any in the world! There at the end he'd fucked into her every
way with the hot, pulsing young cock of his, fucking her like a madman,
like Carl, for Christ's sake, and that was really saying something. She
hardly knew him now looking at the proud, confident way he carried
himself, but Cindy wasn't quite so sure of herself now . . . she hoped he
wasn't too cool, hoped fervently that when they put the next phase of the
plan into action things wouldn't blow up in her face; but she didn't want
to worry about that now . . .
Cindy went to Eddie and took his arm tentatively. He didn't pull
away. "Ready to go, lover boy?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said, "but I think I'll go back to my mother's house
instead of continuing our tour, if that was what you had in mind."
"Well . . . suppose she and my husband are still ---- well, you know,
still in there."
"They're probably not," the handsome teenager said. "But if they
are, I won't barge in on them or anything like that."
"You'd better let me walk you there, Eddie."
"No, I'd rather go alone."
She looked hard at him. "You ---- sure that . . . everything is
okay?"
He smiled at her, a man's smile. "Everything is just fine," he
replied.
"When can I . . . see you again?" Cindy asked him.
"I don't know," he replied. "Soon, maybe."
"You mean that, Eddie?"
"Sure, Cindy, I mean that."
She grinned. Sure, everything was cool now. She'd been sweating it
for nothing. He'd had a taste of her cunt this once, and he would be
wanting to fuck it again. Men didn't get their cocks up inside her belly
just one time without wanting it there again and again.
She walked with the youth to where the path was located, their arms
around each others' waists. They kissed quickly goodby and Eddie began to
walk toward his mother's house. Cindy watched him for a long moment, and
then she began to move off toward the Mercedes whistling cheerfully . . .
Eddie walked hurriedly along the path, thinking about what had
happened there in the clearing, reliving the good moments when his hard
penis sawed into the older woman's tightly clinging pussy walls, blanking
out the bad earlier moments of confusion at seeing his mother and Cindy's
husband fucking like crazy in the heat of passion on the living room
floor.
He reached the cabin and saw no sign of Carl. Quietly, the good-
looking teenager approached the silent structure, crept up to it and
peeked into the bedroom window; his mother was there, sleeping in the bed
with a sheet, thrown over her. She was alone.
Eddie returned to the front door and entered the cabin, moving as
quietly as possible. He didn't want to wake his mother. In the
livingroom, he stood for a moment, trying to decide what he was going to
do. He sat down on the couch, and before he knew it, his body was
floating off to sleep, and to sweet sensual dreams.
* * *
Lily groaned in her sleep, then kicked the sheet down almost to her
waist as her full breasts rose and fell with her steady breathing.
Subconsciously she felt the imaginary figure of Carl Bradley hovering over
her and an involuntary gasp escaped the woman's throat. She was dreaming
about how Carl had fucked her with that beautifully hardened cock of his,
giving her so much pleasure that she had to cry out her delight to him,
squirming and begging him for more. And through her sleep she could feel
the tingling sensation in her belly begin to magnify now, and she could
feel in her semiconscious state, her dream-aroused cunt begin to flower
wide with beginning droplets of secretion. Her nipples hardened into
diamond chips and her breathing began to become ragged and excited. And
through her sleep she could see Carl's cock, hard and throbbing, fucking
in and out of her pussy, harder and faster, and as her dreams became more
vivid, the fiery burning passion increased proportionately in her loins
and breasts and belly.
She began perspiring, and her body churned with desire. A fire was
raging nearly out of control inside her now, a fire which being fucked by
an almost stranger in the morning had instilled in her but still not
extinguished, a fire which was being fed now through her sleep by carnal
dreams, by the memory of Carl's belly filling hardness. She had to have
more release, she had to!
Her eyes opened slightly now, and through her sleep-dazed mind she
could see her heaving breasts with their taut, berry-like nipples, the
faint red marks from Carl's hungrily nipping teeth . . . and then lower to
where her clitoris quivered in its hiding place of soft, dark brown fuzz,
the moist pink slit of her throbbing desire. She had to cum again . . .
Almost mindless with heat, the mother of the dozing boy in the other
room spread her beautifully tanned legs wide. Then her hand, as if with a
will of its own, slid up and touched one of her breasts, caressed its
nipple in such a way that a low moan of arousal escaped her moistly parted
lips and the ache in her hotly writhing cunt was intensified still more.
Slowly, then, she began to massage her breasts, first one, then the
other, cupping the firm, naked mounds tenderly, then stroking each nipple
in turn. Whirlpools of passion seethed within her aroused body. Her left
hand remained at her taut, firm breasts, stroking and caressing them,
while her right traveled slowly downward, over the smooth flat expanse of
her heaving belly, lower still to the glistening down of her pubic mound.
She spread her legs wider, as wide as possible, exposing the tiny, hotly
pulsing nipple of her clitoris to the cool air of the bedroom as her index
and middle fingers dipped lower, sliding along the fleece-covered lips of
her aching pussy, avoiding the clit at first, rubbing her openly spread
cunt mouth with increased ardor.
Her lips were open wide now, and her breathing was labored; little
purls of unintelligible excitement gurgled in her throat as she drew her
fingers back up to stroke her soft pubic down again, then let the middle
finger move slowly into the warm wetness of her tender sweet furrow. The
feeling generated by her finger on her burning clit elicited a gasp of
rapture from the lovely mother's throat. She could feel the climax
building, building within her, filling her body with delight. Her hips
thrashed hard against the cool sheets of the bed, and her left hand
squeezed her breast hard, released it, squeezed it harder. Faster,
faster, faster her middle finger rubbed across the sensitive clit,
spiralling the heat within her higher and higher, almost to the crest,
almost to the brink, and her mind buzzed crazily, I'm going to cum . . .
going to cum . . . going to cum . . .
And she came!
"Ooooohhhhh!" she cried out in a low, gasping whisper, and her body
seemed to shake as if with some incredible inner motion. Her finger
continued to rub hard across her nakedly opened cunt even as the intense
bursting waves of release seared through her, and her left hand continued
to convulsively squeeze her pliant, full breasts. Her cumming seemed to
last for a wonderful, rapturous eternity before it began to ebb, and she
moaned again and again with delight at the feelings of orgasm. And once
again drained and tingling with delicious satiation, she fell off to
sleep.
In the living through his sleep, Eddie had heard his mother's moans
and unconsciously understood them to be the sounds of sexual satisfaction.
And in his dream he lay in bed with his mother, his mouth sucking on her
breasts like when he was a baby, only now his prick was hard, rubbing
against her thigh. Suddenly he woke up. A wave of intense shame, of
mortification took hold of him. What had he dreamed! My God! He was
being wicked to even consider fucking his own beautiful mother. He had to
be! Oh God! So many things were happening to him, so fast and so
important in his life, that he couldn't begin to understand or cope with
all of them in such a short period of time. What was he going to do? He
needed time, time to think . . .
He wanted to wash away the cares of the day, and stood up heading for
the shower. He walked quickly through the bedroom to the bath trying to
avoid the sight of his mother on the bed. She was still asleep, and still
stripped nude, lying on her back with her big beautiful titties fully
exposed. Carefully, Eddie averted his eyes and crossed the room on
tiptoe.
Quickly, he jumped into the shower stall, twisted the handles and let
the warm water pour down on his tender young flesh and ease away some of
his renewed confusion.
Chapter 6
Instead of driving straight home, Cindy Bradley took a meandering
drive up and down the back roads of Mill Valley, deep in thought. She was
satisfied after her seduction of Eddie Granger ---- but not completely
satiated. She still wanted a chance to get her hotly flicking tongue up
between the thighs of Eddie's voluptuous mother, Lily.
Christ, sometimes the attractive blonde wished she wasn't so turned
on by women, especially difficult women like Lily. She guessed that maybe
it had something to do with losing her mother at such an early age ---- she
had been six when her mother had died ---- and sometimes she really wished
that her sexual activities could be confined to virile hot blooded men,
but she couldn't help her offbeat taste ---- for younger boys and women.
What could she do if her passions drew her to Lily Granger. She couldn't
help herself; it excited her as much to think about what a woman's pussy
was like, her tender round breasts, as it did to think about the boy's
rigid young cock. Jesus, she hoped the second part of her plan worked, as
her mouth fairly watered thinking about he motherly, yet beautiful woman.
She found herself finally driving up the access lane leading to the
Granger cabin, and as she did so, she noticed a figure several hundred
yards ahead, walking rapidly down the lane toward the car. Cindy peered
through the windshield, and recognized the figure as Lily Granger; her
foot came down on the brake again, a smile of relief and pagan desire
lighting up the lovely features of her face. The Mercedes slowed, and
Cindy brought it to a stop at the side of the road, a few feet ahead of
where Lily had stopped walking to peer at the approaching car.
The beautiful, plotting woman rolled down her window and put her head
out, making her smile casual and friendly. She had to play this just
right, for she knew instinctively that the other woman neither liked nor
trusted her. There was also no telling why she was walking down this road
alone just now; she had no idea what she was feeling after being fucked
wild by Carl; and she also did not know whether Eddie had talked to her
and told her anything. Yes, she had to be very, very careful what she did
and said for the moment . . .
Lily recognized the voluptuous blonde through the windshield of the
car as it came to a stop before her. She stood very still for a moment,
trying to gauge her feelings about Cindy Bradley. She tried very hard to
be fair and not to confuse her mixed feelings about Carl with her opinion
of his wife. And so she started forward, a tentative smile touching the
corners of her soft, pink mouth.
"Hi, Lily!" Cindy said cheerfully, as the dark-haired woman
approached. "Out for a little walk?"
"Well . . . yes," Lily admitted. "I just felt like walking for
awhile. It's kind of nice out."
"Yes, it is," the seductive blonde agreed. "What's Eddie doing?"
"Taking a nap . . . I guess he was really exhausted when he got home
. . . you two must have really hiked around a great deal."
Cindy supressed a giggle. "Yeah, we . . . uh, we had a great time .
. . Say, are you going anywhere in particular?"
"No, not really," Lily said.
Cindy was feeling much more confident now. Apparently Eddie had said
nothing, and if Lily felt any anger toward Carl, she was not transferring
it to Cindy. In fact, the boy's mother seemed quite a bit nicer than
yesterday. Shit! She must have really liked Carl's cock then! Cindy had
suspected that she was a sensual woman under her austere exterior . . .
right from the beginning that had been one of the things which had so
attracted the insatiable blonde to the dark-haired mother.
"How would you like to go for a little ride, Lilly?" Cindy asked
casually. Inside, she was seething with excitement now, assured once
again that things were going along smoothly in spite of yesterday's bad
start; now, if only she could get the woman to go with her . . .
"Where to?" Lily asked.
"Oh, up to my house, maybe. You haven't seen it, have you?
"No."
"Well . . ."
"Please come, Lily. We can talk, and I can show you around. Then
she changed her tone for effect, becoming pensive and serious. "You know,
I haven't really very many women friends to confide in . . ."
Lily suddenly felt warmth and pity for the woman. It was true, she
had not liked her at first because she looked so obviously like a sexual
adventuress. But now, for the first time, she thought she had an insight
into the woman and truly wanted to reach out and help her. She wasn't a
bad woman, she just needed someone to talk to, another woman who knew and
understood her feelings. Lily answered her warmly: "Okay, Cindy, I'd
really like to spend some time with you."
"Good!" the blonde enthused, scarecely able to conceal her
exhilaration. "Get in honey, and we'll be on our way."
Lily came around to the passenger side of the Mercedes and slipped
into the front seat. Cindy looked briefly, surreptitiously at the tanned,
slender legs of the woman, at her taut breasts beneath the thin blouse she
wore, then the lovely blonde backed her car to where there was a turn-out.
She turned around there and drove back to the main road and back in the
direction from which she had come.
They passed through the village of Mill Valley talking of general
things, establishing an easy rapport. Lily was really beginning to warm
to the woman, whom she found quite charming, and by the time they were on
the road to the Bradley's, Lily was almost in gay spirits. Cindy found
the role of a woman needing a confidant easy to play, even fun, and she
could see the relaxing effect it was having on the other woman as she
planned her seduction.
The house where the Bradley's lived was reached by a wide, paved
access road leading up onto higher ground. It was a large, two-story
building made of natural redwood with a wide veranda in front and a
spacious two-car garage off to one side. Behind it was a dense profusion
of eucalyptus and madrone trees which separated the grounds from the lake.
As Cindy swung the Mercedes into the wide clearing in front of the
house, then into the garage, Lily looked around quickly and saw so sign of
Carl's sleek MGA roadster. Curiously, she was relieved at that. Somehow,
she didn't want to see Carl . . . at least not just now, now for a little
while; it wasn't that she was upset about that morning . . . it was just
that she knew she would feel uncomfortable around him until she had
everything straightened out in her mind.
The calculating seductress and the voluptuous mother left the car and
walked to the house. The verandah was well-furnished with potted
succulents and redwood tables, and there was even a small, built-in bar at
one end. Cindy waved a hand at the surroundings and smiled at Lily.
"Isn't this wonderful? Do you like it?"
"It's lovely, Cindy," the other woman enthused.
"I'd love to show you the interior."
"I'd be delighted to see it."
Cindy took the woman's arm in a friendly way, but secretly she was
thrilled by the touch of Lily's bare flesh, her pussy beginning to flare
between her thighs with growing excitement. But she couldn't put the next
part of her plan into operation until the time was exactly right. But if
things worked out as she was attempting to maneuver them, that time was
not far off . . .
The huge house had eight rooms ---- a livingroom, a book-shelved den,
a dining room, a kitchen, a playroom with a three-by-five special
television screen and videotape deck, and three magnificently decorated
bedrooms. And the entire house was expensively and tastefully decorated
with good modern design furniture and fine antique oriental rugs.
Cindy proudly showed Lily each room, pointing out certain
appointments with great pride, lingering at the den and living room ---- as
well as in the bedrooms, pointing out the mirrored ceilings and waterbed
in one, the satin-covered king-size bed in another, and the wall-to-wall
mattresses in the third. She had @to restrain herself from making direct
advances to Lily with these beds so near ---- these beds in which she had
had so many wonderful lovers, male and female, even animal . . .
Finally, they returned to the veranda outside, Lily feeling elated at
the change from her own modest surroundings. Then Cindy steered her to
the outdoor bar, saying:
"How about a little drink, Lily? I've got just about anything in the
world here."
"Well . . . perhaps some white wine," Lily replied.
"Nothing a little stronger?"
"No, I don't think so," the pretty mother told her. "I've never been
much of a drinker."
"Well, I have something you might really like."
"Okay," Lily answered. "Why not. Sure, I'd love to try it . . .
What is it."
The blonde woman went behind the bar and pulled out a smokey brown
bottle with no label on it. She poured a substantial shot of it into a
crystal brandy snifter and handed the glass to Lily, who held it to her
nose and inhaled its heavy sweet aroma. Then she put the glass to her
lips and tasted it with her tongue. It had a sweet pleasant taste and so
she began to sip it.
Internally now, the voluptuous blonde was a froth of excitement and
impending triumph. The golden liquid in the unmarked bottle was very
possibly the world's most potent and subtle aphrodesiac, tried and true.
It cost a small fortune, but it was worth every penny she and Carl paid
for it. They'd been drinking it for a number of years . . . ever since
someone slipped some to them at a party that had soon turned into an orgy
. . . an event that changed the previously conservative life style of the
Bradley's to one of total sexual freedom and abandon.
"This is really quite a nice drink," said Lily after she had half
emptied her glass.
Cindy grinned, her eyes shining brightly. Then she said, "I think
I'll join you, Lily," and began to pour herself the same yellow liquer,
giving herself a considerable shot. It wouldn"t take much to work its
sexual magic on Lily, but Cindy had built up a natural tolerance over the
years and so she needed to almost triple the amount she gave to herself.
She raised the glass in a small salute to Lily and drank deeply of
the golden liquer. She could feel the warmth of it trailing down into her
stomach, adding fuel to her churning excitement. But her voice was
gentle, almost casual, when she said, "What about that swim I mentioned
earlier, Lily. Would you like to go for a dip?"
"Well . . . I don't know," Lily hesitated . . . It was getting
late and she hadn't spent any time with Eddie yet today.
"Oh, come on," Cindy urged her. "There's a spare suit in the
upstairs bedroom, and the beach is just through those trees there. We'll
be alone to swim for awhile and talk and relax before it gets too cool and
dark. There'll be nobody around to bother us; Carl went to the city to
take care of some business, and he won't be back until tonight."
Lily bit her lip . . . She'd been really working hard the past few
weeks, and with Eddie's arrival yesterday coupled with her encounter with
Carl this morning, she felt she badly needed to relax. What harm could it
do. As far as Eddie was concerned, they would have many other days and
nights to get to know each other again.
"Okay," the attractive mother said finally, "I guess that would be
nice Cindy. I'd like to."
"Good!" the sensual blonde replied, smiling broadly. "Come on, I'll
show you where the guest bedroom is ---- and where the spare swimsuit is,
too."
Cindy took Lily's hand, led her inside the house again and down a
short hallway to where the extra bedroom was located. She produced a tiny
mauve string bikini from a small closet there, presenting it to the dark-
haired woman. "Here you are, honey."
"There isn't much to it, huh?" Lily said.
"Well, that doesn't matter," the blonde replied smoothly. "Well be
completely alone on the beach. Now you hurry and change, and I'll go
upstairs and do the same. I'll meet you outside on the porch."
Lily shed her clothing when the voluptuous blonde had departed and
put on the two narrow wisps of material that compromised the bikini. She
felt almost naked, standing there, but then shrugged and hurried out to
the veranda. Cindy had not yet arrived, and the pretty mother sat down
to wait for her. She was beginning to feel kind of warm now, and her
stomach was fluttery, her sweet little cunt faintly aching in a pleasant
sort of way (an aftermath of this morning's wild sexual episode with Carl,
she decided); Lily began to eagerly look forward to the swim with the
freewheeling blonde, and took another shot of liqueur from the unlabeled
brown bottle which was sitting on top of the bar.
Moments later, Cindy reappeared, wearing a white bikini no larger
than the one Lily wore, stretched tautly over her full, bronzed breasts
and the wide, lithe circumference of her sensual hips. She smiled at the
dark-haired woman, executing a small pirouette. "How do I look?" she
asked lightly.
"Wow!" Lily exclaimed. "That's pretty sexy, Cindy. You really have
a good figure."
"Why----thank you, honey!"
Cindy examined the more sedate woman with a critical eye, her eyes
moving over the full, round swell of her breasts, the flat smoothness of
her stomach, the perfect taper of her long, columnar legs. In her mind,
the lovely blonde, imagined what Lily's cuntal slit would look like, and
felt magic wetness begin to flow between her own velvety thighs. She
picked up her brandy snifter, and drained the glass, letting the
aphrodesiac when she had poured there flow through her bloodstream,
heating her passion, kindling it higher. It won't be long now, she
thought, not long now . . .
"You've got a very nice figure yourself, Lily," she announced softly,
taking the woman's arm.
"Do you really think so?"
"Oh yes! You're a very beautiful woman . . . you just have a less
flashy style than I do."
Lily beamed at the fervent compliment and allowed Cindy to lead her
down off the verandah and over to where a sand-and-pine needle path let
through the heavy conifers toward the private lakefront beach. The pretty
brunette felt warmer now than she had before, waiting, and her pussy
seemed to be aching even more, little tingles of excitement racing through
it as they had when she'd seen Carl's cock in her mind's eye just prior to
fingerfucking herself earlier. She couldn't understand why she would be
aroused now, here with Cindy ---- unless it was because the floodgates of
her long dormant sexuality had been opened again by Carl today ---- but it
was such a pleasant sensation that she decided not to worry about it,
unaware that her mind was rapidly failing under the control of the potent
aphrodesiac . . .
The pines thinned out finally and the path blended into a beautiful,
narrowly circumscribed beach, perhaps a hundred yards long and thirty
yards deep. It was completely cut off on the upper and lower landward
sides by trees which grew down to the waterline, and the sparkling blue
water of a small, private lake stretched out peacefully before them. The
sand was pure Virgin white, unsullied by careless, senseless tourists, and
it was warm and pleasant under Lily's bare toes as she and Cindy moved
across it to the warm, drifting mind of the brunette, insidiously
possessed now by the sexual stimulator she had drunk, this beach was the
last citadel of nature, one of the few truly unspoiled spots left in the
world. She ventured to say so to her beautiful, ardent companion.
"Why that's a lovely observation, Lily," Cindy said. "And quite
true, quite true, too!"
The falling, late-afternoon sun had turned the lake water a brilliant
gold and orange, and Lily shaded her eyes peering out there. "God, that's
exquisite!" she breathed.
"Come on," said Cindy, "Let's jump in!"
She led the pretty woman across the sand to where a huge, blue and
yellow beach umbrealla had been imbedded into the grainy surface. Beneath
it, a large white beachtowel neatly folded at its upper edge. Cindy could
hardly control her surging passions now that she had Lily here on the
beach, alone ---- now that she was only minutes away from a potential
conquest of this fine, taut bodied woman. Her pussy was alive with lust
and the effects of the golden liqueur, and her breasts quivered with
anticipation beneath her bikini top. But she kept her voice level,
playful, as she pretended to have a sudden inspiration, and said: "Why
don't we merge with the beauty of the lake ---- naked," she breathed.
"Naked!"
"Sure, the way the good Lord made us . . . There's no one around to
see us."
"Well, I don't know, Cindy . . ." Lily began, but the idea was
appealing to her, giving her a little thrill of excitement at the prospect
of swimming in the nude. Her cunt tingled and tingled, and finally she
acquiesced. "I guess it would be okay. I mean, if no one's here to see
us."
"We don't have to worry about that," Cindy assured her.
The aphrodesiac had full and irrevocable control of the brunette now;
she had lost all her power to resist suggestions of stimulation and
excitement, such as that which the blonde had made.
She giggled like a young girl, then reached up behind her to the
straps of her bikini top. Cindy, watching her intently and holding her
heaving breath, did the same, and the two females stripped off their tops
at the same instant. Cindy stared at the large, perfectly formed breasts
of the lovely brunette, and tried to stifle another giggle; they were
really beautiful breasts, all right. No wonder Carl had gotten so excited
fucking it to her there on the cabin floor. And as she feasted on the
rounded firmness of Lily's magnificent breasts, the fire leaped wildly in
the pit of her stomach. Her cunt, the blonde thought lustfully, what will
her cunt look like all naked and throbbing up between her widespread
thighs?
Cindy's hands dropped to the waistband of her suit bottom, and she
saw that Lily had done the same. Then she peeled the garment down and off
in one swift motion, raising up again naked and Amazonian and proud. Then
she sucked in her breath sharply, but the brunette was now naked as well,
her softly-downed pussy mound glinting in the late-afternoon sunlight, the
hint of her tiny, pinkly glistening clitoris peeking out from the soft
fur-fringed folds of her naked vagina. Oh God, Cindy thought, oh God,
what a beautiful cunt she has! I can't wait much longer to lick and
tongue-fuck it now that I've seen it, Ijust can't . . .
She turned away, lest the brunette see the look of intense desire
contorting her face and interpret it correctly, even though a rising
passion must be consuming her own mind by now. Cindy cried,: "Come on,
honey, I'll race you into the water!"
"Giggling, Lily fled after the voluptuous blonde as she raced across
the sand, her large breasts bouncing and juggling provocatively, and
splashed into the warm water of the lake. The brunette joined her,
swimming with long expert strokes after Cindy as she swam out about
thirty-five yards, then halted and began to tread water. Lily came up
beside her, and they laughed and splashed each other like two children at
play. But in both women's minds now ---- stronger in Cindy's but gaining
magnitude in Lily's ---- there was a gathering passion, an undercurrent of
desire that was almost palpable in the warm, balmy afternoon and in the
girlish antics of the two naked females.
They swam and floated, laughing and giggling but not touching one
another in any way. Then Cindy could not stand it any longer; her whole
being was crying out for release, for action, and she had to move forward
now . . . this very instant . . .
She called to Lily, "Come on, honey, let's go and catch the last of
the sun!"
"Okay," said Lily, and they swam in, then walked out on the beach,
the sun glistening off the beaded droplets of water on their skin. Their
breasts were taut and proud, the nipples erect, and their pussies were
seething cauldrons of passion. They reached the spread beach towel and
sank down onto their knees facing one another; Lily was still laughing,
but Cindy's expression was now one of unmasked lust. The other woman
didn't quite understand what was happening to her, but she would and very
soon, Cindy thought . . . oh yes, she would soon understand!
The voluptuous, naked blonde caught up the small, fluffy towel and
shook it open. Her smile was one of pagan carnality as she said: "Lie
down, honey," in a soft, hypnotic voice. "I'll rub you dry. You'd like
that, wouldn't you? For me to rub you nice and dry with the soft, warm
towel."
"Mmmmm!" Lily said, and obediently lay back on the beach towel, her
eyes half-lidded, her brain filled with desire and torpor.
Cindy scooted up to where she was looking down into the brunette's
face, could see the softly parted lips, the tip of the pink tongue
flicking in and out, and it was all the more experienced woman could do to
keep from flinging herself onto Lily then and there. But she forced
herself to stay calm, lowering the fluffy towel to rub it gently, gently,
over Lily's face, removing the droplets of water from it. Then she
brought the towel down past the slender column of the brunette's pulsating
throat, across her smooth white shoulders, down her arms, along the sides
. . . Cindy's breathing was ragged, spewing hotly from between her teeth,
but Lily seemed to take no notice.
"It feels good, Cindy, it really does," she murmured softly. She
stretched, wiggling her body, waiting for the gentle touch of the towel
again. It was so nice to be rubbed dry that way, she thought, it made her
pussy and tits feel so nice, too . . . ooohhh, it was lovely to be treated
this tenderly by another woman, by wonderful, wonderful Cindy.
The provocative, lust-ridden blonde's eyes were hotly feverish as she
stroked the other woman's upper torso, moving the towel slowly around
Lily's firmly rounded breasts. Cindy drank in the beauty of the
brunette's naked stomach and legs, the glistening wetness that was so
apparent between her velvet-smooth thighs . . . Her own cunt was
secreting the liquid of her desire heavily along her thighs now, and she
was almost trembling from pent-up arousal as she continued stroking,
slowly, gently, slowly, gently . . .
The towel circled Lily's breasts, and her legs began to open and
close, open and close, with the burning fire in her loins. Cindy saw the
pink nipples rise under her ministrations, growing firm and hard, and she
brushed the towel across first one nipple, then the other, then moved it
up to the girl's shoulders again as Lily suddenly moaned softly, her eyes
going shut all the way.
"It feels good, my rubbing you this way, doesn't it, honey?" Cindy's
mesmeric voice droned. "It feels so good to have your sweet young body
rubbed by my towel, your breasts, your stomach, the soft towel rubbing and
rubbing, making you feel so nice . . ."
"I'm going to rub your legs now, honey, your legs and . . . between
them . . . I'm going to dry your wet pussy, honey, won't that be nice?
You'd like me to dry your pussy with this soft warm towel, wouldn't you?"
"Yes . . . oooohhhh . . ." the passion-drugged mother whispered, her
body gyrating with excitement.
Cindy brought the towel down, down, brushing it tenderly over the
wet, curly dark pubic hair, drying it, fluffing it, then moved down first
one slender leg and then the other, over the knee and calf and into the
softness of Lily's inner thighs, causing the other woman to limply let her
legs spread wide. Now more of her pinkly moistening cunt was revealed to
the blonde woman's eyes, and she raised the towel up to the wet, soft slit
and stroked it up and down, up and down, up and down . . .
"Doesn't that feel good, Lily, doesn't it?" she intoned hypnotically.
"Doesn't this towel feel good on your naked pussy, you like to have your
pussy stroked this way, don't you . . .?"
"Oooooooh!" Lily moaned, her body twisting and arching, legs
scissoring at the delicious sensations which were flooding through her
flesh at the manipulations of the towel on her hot, damp cuntal furrow.
Dimly, a part of her mind cried out that what Cindy was doing was wrong,
that she, Lily Grange, was allowing another woman to play with her pussy
and this was crazy, perverted . . . and yet, the towel felt so very good
and the sun was warm and her mind was lazy and excited at the same time .
. . and her pussy was tingling, tingling, tingling . . .
It's almost time, the lusting blonde thought, and she's primed and
ready. Everything is working out perfectly! Oooohhh, I can't wait to get
at that sweet cunt of hers . . .
She kept on telling Lily how wonderful her body was, how nice the
towel felt, and as she talked she brought the towel up and over the
woman's body again, back down, up, down, and then she said, "I'm going to
use my hands now, honey, instead of the towel, my warm, soft hands . . ."
"Mmmmm, yes . . . warm, soft hands . . ." Feverishly, Cindy
discarded the towel and began to stroke the hot, damp flesh of the woman
below her, her own body gyrating now at the electric contact of the naked
female flesh beneath her fingers. Oh God, oh God, this was going to be
the best she ever had, the best woman's cunt she'd ever had . . .
The voluptuous blonde eased her fingers off Lily's shoulders and arms
and sides and breasts, over the rigid nipples, and then she allowed her
hands to slide down across the smooth, flat, glistening belly to touch the
soft, silken pussy hairs, moving her hands around and down the other
woman's flanks, bringing them back up again inexorably. Then one of her
long fingers parted the soft, moist crevice of the woman's cuntal slit,
parted it gently to touch the button of Lily's clitoris, bringing it
immediately erect, stroking it carefully. The brunette's hips began to
undulate more freely on the towel, and her dazed mind cried, So nice, this
is so nice like this . . . but I shouldn't allow this to happen, not like
this . . . what if Carl . . . Ooooohhhh, hut I don't care because I'm so
hot and excited and I want to cum . . . yes, I want to cum and Cindy's
fingers feel so good on my pussy and clitoris . . .
"Give me your hand, honey," Cindy"s softly gentle voice said. She
was breathing more rapidly now, her fingertip moving with increasing speed
against the other woman's softly throbbing cunt mound. "Give me your
hand."
Lily lifted one hand. Cindy held it for a moment, then let it rest
on her knee to give the other woman the feel of her own fevered flesh.
Then she leaned forward, moving Lily's hand over her quivering breast,
guiding the limp finger over her diamond hard nipple, feeling her
treacherously reacting pussy secrete hotly flaming juices of desire. She
bent further forward, touching her lips to Lily's parted mouth, letting
her tongue flick across the warm softness. The dark-haired woman moaned
softly, knowing she shouldn't accept the other woman's mouth, not caring,
lost in the wonderful sensual feelings surging hotly up between her
thighs. Her arm came up, encircled Cindy's neck, and a low moan of
ecstasy escaped the blonde's throat as her tongue began to work hungrily
around up inside Lily's mouth and her finger began to slide with an ever-
increasing rhythm up and down the dark-haired woman's vaginal slit,
rapidly moistening with her lascivious manipulations.
Cindy stretched her body out on the towel beside Lily, moving hard
against her, reveling at the contact of the flesh, her own passion
seething hot and eager. She moved her head awa from the woman's mouth,
began kissing the turgid, swollen areolas and nipples of her high, firm
breasts, then dipped down over the smooth, sweat-slickness of the
brunette's belly, then lower still until she was breathing hotly,
excitedly into the silkiness of Lily's pussy mound. This was the moment
Cindy had been waiting for!
Her stroking hands massaged Lily's breasts unceasingly, coming down
now along the brunette's flanks and then moving to the slim smoothness of
her thighs. With tender movements she parted the unresisting flesh,
drawing Lily's legs even wider apart to reveal the complete moist pinkness
of the semi-drugged woman's vaginal slit. Cindy began to impart hot, wet
kisses through the velvety growth of dark pubic hair, tongue extended like
a hot poker as she squirmed her body lower and lower on the towel, mouth
and fiery probe seeking the hotly throbbing little tit of Lily Granger's
clitoris.
Then the bolder woman's tongue came in contact with the moist hot bud
and began to circle it teasingly. In a reflex movement, her breath
shuddering between her teeth and her brain whirling with sudden raging
desire at the electric, forbidden touch, Lily's hands came up to wind
themselves in the blonde tresses of the voluptuous wanton. Cindy let her
hands slide upward again over the soft belly to Lily's firm full tits,
cupping and squeezing them hungrily while her mouth and tongue continued
the wet assault of the other woman's clitoris.
Cindy's sharp white teeth took the throbbing button between them
finally, nipping it gently, running her tongue round and round it in
continuous circles, reveling in the warm feminine taste. Lily cried out
sharply, her hands tightening on the blonde's hair, her buttocks beginning
to swirl madly on the towel from the waves of delicious desire being
transmitted through her flesh.
Ohhhh, I'm on fire . . . this is wrong but I'm on fire, I love it,
love it and I can't stop, I don't want to stop . . .
Lily's head began to flail from side to side on the beach towel in
total abandonment, and Ciny opened her mouth still wider, moving her
tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing
hair-fringed opening of the other woman's tight pulsing cunt. She began
to orally fuck her then, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding her
hot, wet tongue far up into Lily's tightly clasping vaginal channel,
reveling in the unintelligible whimpering sounds the brunette made as she
swirled and flicked her hungrily working tongue around the velvet-like
interior of the pulsatingly soft cunt lips. Cindy brought her hands down
again, slipped beneath Lily's thighs, pushing them further up until the
woman's hips were high off the towel, thighs draped over Cindy's shoulders
and pressing tight against her wetly sliding cheeks. The whole of Lily's
flowing vaginal plane was open in naked abandonment to the blonde's
churning face, and then Cindy cupped the soft white little buttocks with
gentle hands, fingers kneading the quivering hot flesh as she thrust her
tongue deep, deep into the searing liquid depths of the brunette's cunt.
Lily writhed and moaned from the delicious lickings of her moist hot
furrow, the gentle probings of Cindy's tongue into her vagina. The
feverish passion was swirling in great billows of heat through her, and
she knew she was very close to cumming, very, very close. Her body
strained and twisted on the towel, her mouth open to emit wailing cries of
mindless delight as she urged Cindy on to even greater manipulations of
her nakedly aching pussy furrow. And the more experienced woman obliged
her, her tongue becoming a pistoning thing gone out of control as it
flashed deep and hard up into Lily's wet, hotly clasping vagina. She
lowered her right hand as she slaved in wonderous delight, sliding her
middle finger down into her own fiery, moist cunt, stroking her clit very
rapidly, the heat of impending orgasm roaring like a forest out of control
through her flesh as she sought her own release simultaneously with the
climax she knew exultantly was building in Lily from the burning tongueing
the voluptuous blonde was imparting on her pussy.
It wouldn't be long now, for either of them.
Both of them knew that ---- and so did the lewdly grinning form of
Carl Bradley, who had been watching with mounting lust the entire scene
being enacted on the private beach not fifteen feet from his place behind
one of the pines . . .
Chapter 7
While Cindy and Lily had been sipping the golden aphrodesiac, Carl
Bradley had been at work putting the last stage of Cindy's plan into
action. He had driven his low-slung MGA roadster back to the Granger
house and his knock on the door had aroused young Eddie Granger from a
sound sleep.
At the sound of Carl's knock, Eddie woke suddenly, sitting bolt
upright on the couch, his cock painfully hard and pressing against the
faded denim of his jeans. He shook his head, trying to wake up fully,
clear his muddled brain, and finally succeeded. He glanced around him,
saw where he was, and fossily began to remember the dream he had just been
woken out of.
The fourteen year old had been in a room with Cindy and his mother,
and everyone was naked, touching one another, stroking one another with
gentlefingers. He had a hard-on and he kept trying to slide it into the
hot moist cunt of the voluptuous blonde, but every time he tried that,
Cindy's face would dissolve and become Lily's his mother's, and he would
stop and back away and turn to Cindy again, holding his cock, advancing,
and Cindy would become his mother Lily . . .
Jesus, what a dream! What the hell was the matter with him, to have
even subconscious thoughts of fucking his own mother?
Carl Bradley knocked again on the door and Eddie jumped up to answer
it.
"Hey, Eddie, how are you doing?" he asked with a broad smile on his
handsome face.
"Oh . . . just . . . just fine," said Eddie, feeling a little
ashamed, knowing he had fucked the man's wife; and feeling strange also
after having seen the man and his mother writhing in passion on the floor
of their cabin.
"Your mother sent me to get you," Carl lied. "You're both going to
have dinner at my house tonight . . . Cindy's prepared quite a surprise."
The ruggedly good-looking older man smiled crookedly.
"Okay," said Eddie, "I'll just get my jacket and then we can go."
The man and boy left the house just as the sun was beginning to sink
behind the tall trees of the woods and drove in the sharp red sports car
to the large Bradley home. Once there, Carl had suggested a swim to the
young boy, but while Eddie was changing, Carl's curiosity got the best of
him. He wondered how Cindy had made out with the prudish but hot-blooded
mother, and he walked down the path to the lake alone, intending to come
back and fetch Eddie at the right moment.
When he saw the passionate scene happening between his wife and the
other woman on the beach, Carl Bradley had quickly stripped out of his
clothes until he stood completely naked, his long hard cock standing
straight out and throbbing from his darkly hirsute loins, watching with
salivating lust the enticing sight of Cindy licking and sucking the
passion-crazed mother's cunt while she finger-fucked herself in time to
the lewd slurpings of her mouth and tongue.
Son of a fucking bitch! Carl thought, ecstatically. Cindy's really
giving it to that tight-assed bitch, all right! Oh shit, once she gets
started going down with that tongue of hers . . . they're both going to
cum any minute, any minute . . . ooohhh, I wish I could run out there and
fuck one of them from behind right now, but I'd better wait. Cindy told
me to wait and I'd better do like she said . . .
Carl's balls were throbbing with his increasing excitement, and he
held his cock in the palm of one hand now, stroking it lightly, his
feverish eyes unblinkingly glued to the carnal scene being enacted on the
beach towel not fifteen feet away. His mind reminded him of Eddie back in
the house, but fuck it, he couldn't leave now, shit, they were both almost
ready to cum.
On the beach towel, the beautiful young mother's cries of animal
pleasure were becoming louder and louder, and Cindy continued to swirl and
flick her tongue around the velvet-like softness of Lily's pulsatingly
soft cunt lips. Oh God, oh God, oh God! her passion-drugged brain
screamed over and over again, her buttocks jerking and spasming beneath
the plunging poker of a tongue. She was going to cum soon, she had to cum
soon, it was building and building and building . . .
Cindy, her own brain a bubbling cauldron of lust and near-orgasm as
she flailed her finger faster and faster over her throbbing clitoris, down
into her wetly fevered pussy, sent her tongue pistoning into the
brunette's vagina like some insane, motor-driven machine. Lily writhed
and squirmed beneath the insane licking until she thought she would surely
go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her young loins and stomach.
Her head flailed like a broken puppet's, swirling her long damp tawny hair
in the late sunlight, grinding her cunt hungrily up into the older woman's
lusting face and tongue, and she felt the gathering waves of her orgasm
rising, and then . . .
She was there! She was cumming!
A deep, almost half-human scream erupted from Lily Granger's throat
and she locked her hands hard in Cindy's blonde hair, drawing the other
woman into her crotch with all her might. Her juices began to flow from
her wide-spread cunt, inundating the voluptuous older woman's face and
tongue, flowing down along Lily's trembling rectum to pool in fragrant
stickiness on the beach towel. She screamed again, and again, and Cindy
sucked and licked and burrowed and then she, too, was screaming out her
orgasm, howling deep up into the beautiful brunette's openly flaring cunt
walls as her finger went insane on her own clit and sent her entire body
oscillating with wave after wave of surging cum.
Then, at long last, both women collapsed as their driving climaxes
abated. Lily emitted a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, her head lolling
to one side, her eyes closed, her brain refusing to comprehend anything
except the wondrous feeling ebbing gently through her body now. She
released Cindy's hair and opened her legs to allow her to remove her head
from between her nakedly locked thighs.
Cindy Bradley lifted herself onto her knees, grinning down at Lily
Granger, the juices of the brunette's orgasm making her face and mouth
glisten wetly in the sunlight! It had been every bit as good as she had
anticipated! Better . . . oh God, yes, much, much better! There was
nothing like cunt-licking a passionate piece of ass like this one, no
greater thrill in the world. Except . . .
Her head lifted, the smile widening, and her eyes sought the trees
where she instinctively knew Carl had been hiding and watching. A new
thrill of excitement went through her as she saw him step out from behind
one of the pines, not needing any further summons, and start toward the
beach towel, completely nude, his huge prick preceeding him like some
pagan battle standard. He couldn't wait, couldn't think about Eddie now,
not with what he'd just witnessed; she'd given him one hell of an act to
follow, though, she chuckled to herself, one hell of an act . . .
Carl reached the two naked women, standing above them and holding his
cock tightly in his right hand, his face split in a lascivious hungry
smile. "Jesus Cin!" he muttered hoarsely.
The voluptuous blonde laughed deep in her throat, sliding backward on
the beach towel so that she could watch what was about to happen next.
Her eyes were already fevered with anticipation, with renewed sexual
excitement, and her insatiable pussy was again throbbing. She saw Carl
drop to his knees, still holding his massive penis, and lean his head down
close to the half-comat.ose brunette's face. Cindy held her breath . . .
"Lily, my love," Carl whispered huskily. "Wake up, Lily. It's me,
Carl."
The beautiful woman's eyelids fluttered, but didn't open. Her head
turned toward the sound of his voice. "Carl?" she asked dreamily.
"Yes, honey, Carl."
"What . . . what are you doing here?"
"I have something for you, Lily," the muscular man said softly.
"Something good, darling, something that you want very much."
"What is it?"
"Open your eyes and look, Lily," Carl whispered, arching his hips
forward. "Open your eyes and look at what I have for you."
Lily's eyelids fluttered again, and this time they spread apart and
she blinked rapidly, focusing her gaze. Then she gasped, her hands
clutching convulsively at the beach towel beneath her. She was staring up
at the ruggedly handsome man's huge, blood-swollen penis, held lewdly
above her face, the dark red head glazed with a thin sheen of seminal
emission. It was so big, so huge . . . but what was Carl doing home now .
. . what was he doing here holding his penis out to her . . . and he was
naked too, naked as she was . . . oh God, what was happening to her, she
didn't understand . . . but oh . . . his cock was so nice, so big, she
could feel her pussy begin to ache and tingle again, just looking at his
penis . . .
The confused, rambling thoughts floated through her aphrodesiac-
drugged mind as she lay trembling on the towel staring up at the
tremendous cock held by the leering Carl Bradley beside her. Then she
heard him speak again, whispering in a soft voice, the way he had in the
house that morning, the way Cindy had only minutes earlier. "Isn't it
nice, Lily, isn't my cock nice? Wouldn't you like to have it fucking deep
up inside you again, like you had it inside you this morning? Wouldn't
that feel good, honey, you'd like to cum again, wouldn't you? You'd like
to cum like you just came with Cindy, you know you would . . ."
On and on his voice droned, and Lily trembled and shivered, her brain
whirling with more than confusion now, with increasing and renewed lust
and she continued to gaze hypnotically at the palpitating expanse of the
man's huge prick. She couldn't seem to help herself, all she wanted was
cumming, was the wonderful sensations once again churning through her
flesh extinguished by the spiralling ecstasy of orgasm. That's all she
could think about, all she cared about . . .
"Yes," she heard herself moan. "Oh, yes, Carl! I want you fucking
your beautiful cock deep up inside my pussy, I do, I do!"
Carl glanced once more at the crouching, wickedly smiling form of
Cindy across the naked writhing form of the dark-haired beauty; then he
bent lower, still holding his cock and began to stroke and tease the wet,
hard, head over the naked tits of Lily Granger, bringing the nipples into
instant hardness, causing deep groans of desire to emanate from the
woman's passion-drugged throat. The dark-haired man continued to massage
her firm, full breasts with the head of his throbbing prick for several
seconds, feeling his balls burgeoning with desire and his heart
threatening to burst through his chest cavity with anticipation as his
mind dwelled on what he would only momentarily be doing to his tight-assed
cunt so beautifully hot and ready to be fucked before him.
Then, finally, Carl released his cock and put both hands on Lily's
waist, guiding her upward, saying, "come on honey, get up on your hands
and knees. That's it, Lily baby, that's the way. Now turn around a
little . . ."
Obediently, the lust-incited woman followed the naked man's
instructions, poising her body on all fours, her firm, richly rounded
buttocks presented up to him, the tight little crevice between them wet
with her vaginal secretions and with the saliva of the voluptuous blonde
who waited eagerly only a few feet away for what she knew was about to
happen. Carl knelt behind Lily, breathing raggedly with inflamed desire,
and begain to stroke the full splendor of her quivering ass moons with
sensuous glee. The already wetly lubricated head of his massive cock
almost touched the trembling nether ring of the brunette's tiny little
anal circle, almost but not quite, as he kept on stroking the smoothly
cruved roundness of her nakedly raised asscheeks with his fingertips,
eliciting moans of increasing delight from the mindlessly crooning woman
before him. Then he teased her rectum with the tip of his finger,
enjoying her cries, and slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his
forefinger into her anus, wriggling it around inside the tight, rubbery
hole, drawing a deep whimper of further arousal from Lily's passion-
constricted throat.
Carl put both hands on her trembling buttocks, then, using his thumbs
to pull the hot, sweat slicked crevice wide apart, the glistening mounds
parting to reveal the virginal opening of her tiny, invitingly puckered
asshole. He leaned forward, so that the hard fleshy head of his cock
rested against the nakedly flexing little entrance, then moved his hips
lightly, guiding the shaft along the fissure, poising it finally at the
hotly pulsating little mouth between her thighs.
The lovely brunette was quaking with excitement ---- and with fear
now. What was Carl doing back there? she thought dimly. Oh God, why was
he playing around with her asshole like that? He wasn't going to . . .
ooohhh dear Lord, not that, he couldn't be thinking of fucking her there,
could he? No, no . . . oh Carl, don't play like that, fuck your cock
inside my pussy, I'm on fire and I want to cum again . . . hurry, Carl,
hurry . . .
But then, suddenly, with a desperate lunge, the handsome man plunged
forward, sending his thick hard cock far up into her tightly resisting
anal passage, fucking it hard up through the vainly clenched muscles to
bury it full-length in the bowels of the helplessly kneeling young mother.
He clutched at her desperately flailing hips, flexing deep and hard, into
the warm forbidden depths of her asshole, feeling his balls slap hard
against her wetly split cunt lips below, the pressure of his lunge
buffeting her head hard down against the towel and the sand beneath it.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Lily screamed at the sudden,
unexpected assault on her tender, virginal rectal passage, her mind
exploding in a torrent of shock as the heavily impaling shaft filled her
bowels with incredible pressure. She groaned again and again, as Carl
flexed his powerful hips, fucking hard into her, his loins slapping
against her sweating ass moons his hands reaching under her to tweak and
pinch at her heaving swaying full breasts as he held her nakedly kneeling
body immovable before him on the beach towel.
Crouching only a few feet away, her face sweating and sheened with
lusting excitement at the lewd sodomizing of the other woman's defenseless
rectum, the sensuously lovely Cindy Bradley watched and clapped her hands
and screamed out encouragement to her lust-driven husband. "That's it,
Carl, give it to her, fuck it hard, Carl honey, fuck the hot little
bitch's asshole with your big cock, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!"
Eddie had waited ten, fifteen, twenty minutes for Carl Bradley to
show up and take him for a swim. He had gone all over the house, looking
in every room, but there was no sign of the man. Fighting a growing fear
mounting in him, he stepped down off the verandah, then paused a moment.
The worried boy looked around. Where had Carl disappeared to? he
wondered. He wandered around like a lost puppy until he suddenly stumbled
upon a path, and having no idea what else he could do, he began to follow
it.
He had gone some twenty yards when he heard Cindy Bradley's voice
chanting unintelligable sounds in a high, almost crazed squeal. Eddie
stopped, the scowl on his forehead deepening, then he hurried forward
again. The sounds grew louder and were joined by other sounds, grunting
animal sounds, low moans, the slap of what seemed like naked flesh
smacking into naked flesh. He peered ahead and couldn't see anything
through the trees except occasional glimpses of the sparkling golden water
of the lake and the sinking sun shining on the horizon.
He broke into a little run, and the trees began to thin out somewhat
until he could see the beach, more and more of it as he progressed. Then,
all at once, there struck his eyes the colorful beach umbrella imbedded in
the sand, the towel spread out beneath it, the three people kneeling on
the towel ---- all of them naked, two women and one man, the man kneeling
behind one of the women, buttocks heaving, grinding into her, fucking her
. . . The man was Carl Bradley, the watching woman was Cindy Bradley and
. . . and . . .
Oh wow!!!
The woman being fucked from behind by Carl Bradley, the woman
receiving every hard pulsing inch of the dark-haired man's long thick
penis in her tightly clenching asshole, was his own beautiful mother!
A startled, disbelieving gasp burst from Eddie's throat and he
stopped short at the edge of the beach, as if he had suddenly run head on
into a brick wall. He stood absolutely motionless for a long, breathless
second, then his body began to sway, his vision clouded, and it seemed for
a moment as if he would collapse. He put out his hand blindly,
encountered the pole of a slender pine, and leaned his weight against
that. With his other hand, he rubbed the hot sweat from his eyes,
clearing his vision, and stared stupefied at the carnal sight his brain at
first almost refused to comprehend.
There was no mistaking it this time . . . it was true, it was wildly,
impossibly real.
His lovely, wonderful mother was being sodomized, actually fucked in
the ass, by Carl Bradley, while his own wife watched, in encouraging glee.
The shocked son fought to sort out his wildly swirling thoughts, to
search his brain for some explanation to the salacious carnality being
enacted right before his very eyes. But he couldn't conceive of an
answer, could only stare as if hypnotized by the lascivious actions of his
own mother and the heavily grunting man fucking long and hard into her
from behind. Perversely, he couldn't move; it was as if his legs had
taken root in the sandy earth, holding him forever fast against the tree
there . . .
Mommy . . . oh mommy, what's happening to you, what is he doing to
you? his shocked young mind dazed over with near-incoherence. His eyes
were fastened on his mother's nakedly twisting form now, her soft, lithe
body glistening in the waning summer light. So beautiful . . . mommy is
so beautiful Oh God, oh God, your body is so beautiful mommy, your smooth
round buttocks, your soft round breasts swaying there . . . your pussy, I
can't see it but I know it's moist and pink up between your legs and has
soft, soft, little cunt hair all around it . . .
Suddenly, insanely, his cock began to stir and throb crazily in his
swimsuit, to rise slowly into an erection as he stared at the lewdness
before him, not more than twenty feet away. No, no, my God, he couldn't
be getting excited! And yet he was . . . he was becoming sexually aroused
watching his own mother being fucked in the ass! He was crazy, he'd lost
all control . . . oooohhhhhh nooooooo!
Reflexively, the tormented teenage boy took a step forward, lurching
away from the tree, blind panic seizing him as the impact of the knowledge
of his carnal desire to fuck his mother struck him fully. His love for
Lily, his beloved mother, was not the affectionate love a boy ordinarily
held for his mother . . . it was undeniably the love of a young man for a
beautiful female, a sexual love, a burning heat which seared through his
flesh as he had watched her being wildly fucked from behind. That was the
reason for this strange dream . . .
God, he wanted to fuck his own mother!
He wanted to fuck her from behind too, as Carl Bradley was fucking
her now, feel himself inside her, fucking her, ass fucking his own mother!
Another agonized gasp escaped Eddie's tortured throat, and he lurched
forward yet again to stand with his legs wide-spread on the sandy beach,
his heart flailing wildly in his chest, his body trembling with his
consuming desire, his eyes two pits of fiery lust. He couldn't help
himself, he couldn't, he couldn't! He was past all redemption, past all
caring, as torrents of desire swept him up in a floodtide that set his
blood to boiling, his cock to throbbing madly as it jutted forth from the
cloth of his swimsuit . . .
It wasn't so much Eddie's gasp, as his lurching forward onto the
sand, that communicated to Cindy the presence of someone else . . .
someone she knew would be Eddie Granger. So Carl hadn't failed in his
plan. When she saw him alone, she thought maybe he had messed up the last
part of the strategy. Good old Carl, he always came through for her . . .
But then she saw the tortured look on Eddie's face. Oh my God, she
thought, he looks half-insane! But wait . . . he's got a hard-on! Yes,
yes, I can see it sticking out the front of his suit there, he's got a
hard on and he's excited at what he sees! I thought he would be. He's
half-crazy with lust . . . he's watching his mother being fucked in the
ass by Carl and he's turned on by it, turned on by her nakedness . . .
damn, oh damn, this is too good to be true, little Eddie wants to fuck his
own mother too!
Cindy took a deep breath, running her hands along her smooth bronze
flanks, and then started slowly, provocatively, toward the wildly aroused
teenage boy. His attention still locked on his lovely mother's swaying,
heaving body locked in Carl's embrace, Eddie suddenly saw Cindy turn to
look at him, then scramble to her feet and start toward where he was. He
couldn't move, past all rational thinking now, his prick hammering with a
fiery intensity and his balls aching, aching with the need for release,
for Lily, his love, his mother . . .
Cindy reached him, stood naked and proud before him, her pelvis
thrust out to him, the waning sun shining tantalizingly off the golden,
thickly soft pubic hair partially hiding her wetly flooding cunt. Her
smile was the smile of the age old feminine seduction, her face sheened
with excitement and sweat, and she stared straight into his burning eyes.
"Hello, Eddie, honey," she cooed softly.
"Mommy," he groaned mindlessly, "Mommy!"
"Yes, honey, that's your mommy . . . and she's enjoying it, isn't
she? She's enjoying my husband's big hard cock up inside her ass . . .
"Oh God, oh God . . ."
"Why don't you and I do the same thing, Eddie?" she droned on. "Why
don't we fuck like they're fucking, all of us fucking together, Lily and
Carl, you and me, your cock is so hard, Eddie, I can see that it is,
wouldn't you like to have it inside my ass, honey, fucking me with your
sweet hard cock as you watch mommy being fucked the same way at the same
time?"
A low, tortured gutteral sound purled from the lust-incited boy's
throat ---- and by that sound, Cindy knew that she had won. She stepped
forward, pressing her hot, voluptuous nakedness against his body, her hand
slipping down to cup and stroke his cloth-encased young cock and
testicles. He didn't move, his eyes still fastened on his mother and his
ears filled with nothing but her cries of animalistic endeavor. Cindy
whispered: "I'm going to take your cock out, my baby, and hold it in my
hand . . . then I'm going to make you naked and we're going to go over to
where Carl and Lily are and you're going to fuck me from behind too while
we watch them . . ."
Eddie just stood there while the panting blonde slipped off his swim
trunks and began to stroke his nakedly throbbing young cock, her little
finger extended downward to tantalize the burgeoning sac of his balls.
She pressed her naked breasts against his bare arm, rubbing the nipples
over the smooth, youthful flesh and began kissing him on the neck and
throat with her hot, moist lips as she continued to fondle and caress his
prick and testicles.
She then began rubbing his swollen throbbing cock up and down her
secreting cuntal slit, guiding it through the soft, wet curls causing both
of them to moan with spiralling delight. Then tightly grasping the cock
of the mindlessly excited young son of the woman being sodomized before
them, Cindy tugged at him gently, whispering, "Come on, honey, let's join
them, let's fuck next to your pretty mother . . . you'll like that, won't
you, Eddie, fucking me while we watch them fucking?"
Mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master, his body and
his mind afire with consuming lust, little Eddie Granger allowed the
nakedly voluptuous blonde to lead him forward.
Chapter 8
I like it, I like it . . . ooooohhhhh, his cock feels so wonderful
fucking up into me back there, I never thought anything this wicked could
feel so good . . .
The passion-enslaved mother's wide-stretched rectum had grown
accustomed to the hugh rod sunk deeply up into the very pit of her bowels
and her buttocks grinding wildly back against Carl's deeply fucking cock
had begun to churn in mounting desire rather than in protest. Her moans
were of delight now, not agony, and her long silky brown hair swirled like
a soft cloud around her head. The totally abandoned woman buffeted back
harder and harder against the dark-haired man's heavily pistoning shaft,
feeling his cum-bloated testicles slap harshly down against her wetly
secreting pussy below, the hard smack of his naked loins pounding against
her sensuously sweating asshole, the wonderful excitement generated in her
swaying, budding breasts by his kneading fingers rolling over her erect
nipples. Her hips were a veritable blur of motion, twisting, bucking a
proud mare being ridden for the first time bareback, reveling in the alien
but not unwanted force buried deeply between the sensuously quivering
moons, of her openly spread ass . . .
"Oooohhh, yesssss, Carl," she heard a voice screech, a voice which
she knew was her own but which sounded strange and different, fuck it to
me harder, fuck it, fuck it, uuuhhhmmmmm!
Eddie heard his desire-drugged mother cry out, the words which she
changed so passionately, so mindlessly, words which had no place on her
lips. And yet they were tremendously exciting to the naked, lust-
delirious young boy, causing his cock to palpitate with incredible
pressure in the tight, hot clasp of Cindy Bradley's fingers. A small,
rationally sane portion of his brain tried to scream to him that this was
wrong, all of it, that he had to stop it before it was too late, but his
cock and the lust in his body was all powerful, too powerful to deny. He
wanted his mother, wanted to fuck her, fuck his mother, not Cindy . . .
she was what he had to have, her soft, womanly body joined with his,
forever together to prove his love for her in the ultimate manner of proof
. . .
But still he allowed Cindy to lead him forward, allowed her to guide
him by his throbbing, granite-hard young prick to where the beachtowel was
spreadout, where Lily and Carl were hammering like two rutting machines at
one another, the slapping of flesh against flesh seemingly as loud as a
sonic boom in the summer stillness. The voluptuous, debauched blonde
pulled him down onto his knees releasing his cock finally, lowering her
head to kiss the swollen tip briefly, and then kneeling before him, a few
feet beyond Lily and Carl, and presenting her nakedly quivering buttocks
up to him, her tiny puckered brown anus working anticipatorily above the
wet, hair-fringed cuntal slit below.
"Fuck me there!" she moaned, reaching back and spreading her
asscheeks wide with her hands. "Oooh, hurry, honey boy, fuck me in the
ass! Fuck me in the ass with your lovely hard cock, ooohhh hurry I'm on
fire . . .!"
Dimly, through his own lust, Carl heard his Cindy's lewd obscene
urgings and his eyes opened, blinking, to see who she could be talking to.
Then, the muscular man, paused with his cock held on the outstroke, only
the throbbingly swollen head sunk between the wide-split buttocks of Lily
Granger, he backed tightly in her now possessively constricted, warm and
rubbery rectal passage.
Son of a bitch! he thought. It's her son, Eddie. Far fucking out .
. . he's all naked, his eyes all funny, kneeling there behind Cindy with
his small young cock hard in her hand and watching me, watching me ass-
fuck his mother . . . Goddamn, he's turned on by what we're doing! Yeah,
that's it all right . . . he's digging the idea of his mother getting
fucked in the asshole! What a kick, what a wild frigging kick . . .!
The knowledge of the presence of Lily's son, and of his joining their
orgiastic pursuits, sent new waves of burgeoning passion through the dark-
haired man now that their plan had been fully realized. He thrust his
powerful cock forcefully forward, far up into the bowels of the lovely
woman he was sodomizing, harder and faster, deeper and deeper, abandonedly
reveling the the slap of his loins against the trembling moons of Lily
Granger's now voluntarily grinding asscheeks.
Then suddenly, the beautiful, passion-fevered woman was slowing her
movements as she sensed the arrival of someone new on the idyllic beach.
She hadn't heard Cindy's lewd words, so caught up was she in the task of
fucking back hard against the salaciously driving cock of Carl Bradley ----
but now, as she heard him moan with renewed frenzy and begin to fuck
harder and harder into her tightly clinging anus, her eyes flicked open
and her head raised up from its flailing, hanging position. And through
the haze of her desire, she saw a familiar face, a face staring with
sweat-sheened, crazed eyes at her from a distance of only a few feet. The
face of . . .
Oh God, her son!
Her fourteen year old son was here, watching her, watching Carl
Bradley fuck her from behind!
Impossibly, unbelievably, her son was here ---- and he too was naked!
The woman stared blinkingly at her son, thinking it was only a
punitive dream, a hallucination, but then she knew it wasn't, that he was
really there. Her mouth gaped open as her eyes fastened on the small, but
thickly erect penis of the boy she had given birth to, staring bulgingly
at the throbbing, blood-engorged member held in his hand over the
trembling body of Cindy. Her brain screamed, Oh noooo, Eddie, I don't
want you to see me like this . . . Eddie, why are you here, why are you
naked . . . ooooh God, what's happening . . .?
"Eddieeee!" she managed to gasp, her body rigid, her hips no longer
flailing crazily back against Carl's deeply driving strokes even though he
was still fucking long and hard up into her wide-split rectum with his
long, lust-swollen cock.
"Fuck me, damn you, Eddie!" Cindy's shrill voice howled demandingly.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck meeee!"
But Eddie Granger paid no attention to the trembling blonde posed on
all fours before him, didn't even hear her wailed plea. His eyes were
locked with his mother's, with his lovely mother's, and he saw only her,
her beautiful sweat-sheened body, her firm full breasts, her quivering,
upturned buttocks. The brunette, in turn, saw only her son, the handsome
virile young maleness of him, the firm erection held strongly in his hand.
It was so beautiful to her, the head swollen and filmed with seminal fluid
from the glans opening. Her son's cock . . . ooohhhh, yesss, the
instrument of love belonging to the one man she really and truly loved,
her son, her son's small and virilely potent young penis . . .
And in that moment, the world seemed to dissolve around mother and
son, Lily and Eddie Granger, and there was nothing left but the two of
them and their desire-ridden bodies. A mute message passed between them,
a bond of love so powerful that it demanded immediate consummation in the
strictest physical sense, a love that was greater and deeper than any
between merely a woman and her offspring, of merely two people attracted
to one another by physical needs and desires. Rather, it was a
combination of both of these the purest essence of love, spiritual and
physical, complete and true and both Lily and Eddie knew it in that
moment, knew that there was no one else in the world for them but each
other.
The handsome teenager struggled to his feet, stumbling forward, and
his loving mother awaited him with moist eyes, even more aware now of the
delicious ravaging of her upraised anus by the man behind her. Then Eddie
was kneeling before her, still holding his hard young prick in his hand as
if it was an offering to her, his beloved mother the aching, wetly
secreting head only inches from the soft, wet, pink lips of his mommy. He
stared into her face, the love overflowing inside him, and a low moan
escaped his dry lips.
I want to give you my penis, mommy . . . I want you to have it,
inside your mouth and your pussy too, every inch of my love for you,
mommy.
"Mommy!" he mewled. "Mommy, open your mouth, open your mouth and
suck my cock inside . . ."
"Eddie, oh yes, Eddie, I love you . . . I love youuuu and I want
you, I do, I do, oh give it to me Eddie, give me your cock . . ."
With a groan of love and pinnacled desire, Eddie Granger moved his
hips forward, guiding his palpitating, seminally-moist prick to the
waiting, wetly ovalled mouth of his mother. She tasted the bittersweet
flavor of his lubrication against her lips, felt the heavy bloated head of
her son's shaft resting against them, and then she opened her mouth to
accept his offering of love. For this was the cock of her son, it was his
cock and it was only fitting that it should be that way . . .
"Damn you, Eddie, damn you, you bastard!" Cindy screamed. "You can
fuck her in the mouth later. Why don't you fuck me first! My ass is
aching for your beautiful young cock!"
But niether mother nor son heard the desperate words of the
voluptuous spurned blonde, and she was left alone, crouching, watching,
her hand dipping down to fondle once again her own openly spread cunt to
seek release of her billowing passion. Lily's hot, wet mouth opened wide
and sucked deep up inside what it needed so desperately ---- her little
boy's cock, an integral important part of the youth she so loved ---- and
she began to suck him slowly, agonizingly, running her tongue wetly around
and around the slippery head, easing the tip of her fiery little tongue
into the open little slit at the tip. Her head pumped abandoningly to and
fro, slavishly licking every inch of her son's shaft, sucking harder and
harder, her tongue swirling faster and faster as she reveled in the
delicious, enticing, forbidden taste of the penis and fluid of the teenage
boy. Eddie's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own thrusting
movement to her pistoning head so that mouth and cock were fucking
together, working together, like a perfectly tuned machine. Lily could
feel the wetly secreting end of his cock head touching all the way back
against her larynx, but she made no move to cease the intense ramming
pressure there, the loving pressure, her lips ovalling maddeningly as she
attempted to suck the hot white load of sperm from her son's balls like a
siphon into her own hungrily waiting throat.
Behind her, the dark-haired Carl Bradley watched the wildly lust-
inciting sight of Eddie Granger fucking the mouth of his own mother. The
older man was driven on to a deeper, more desperate fucking up into her
tightly constricting anus as he realized that the release of his
incredible load of sperm was near, his balls throbbing like two wild
things as they slapped hard against the soft wet furrow of Lily's cunt.
She rolled and flung her buttocks back now against Carl's forward-driving
shaft, feeling it deep in her belly but interested in, and concentrating
on, her son's wondrous prick in the warm, wet grotto of her mouth. She
mewled and moaned like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself now,
her hips and tightly clenching rectum swirling more wildly around Carl
Bradley's deeply imbedded hardness, her lips and tongue wildly tasting
every ridge and vein of her loving son's prick.
Oooooh, this is wonderful, it's good, it's right! the desire-ridden
mind of Eddie Granger chanted. Mommy, your mouth is like soft, hot butter
flowing around my cock, oh Mommy, oh, oh, oh, aaaahhhhhhhhh . . .
Eddie was moaning in excited cadence now, staring down at his
mother's slavishly working mouth and around his lust-hardened penis, and
he could see her taut, firm breasts sway and dance wildly around beneath
her chest as she rode her mouth back and forth along his cock. He could
see her lips clinging to the head of his cock on the backstroke of her
head, and he could feel the pressure of his impending cum constricting his
swinging testicles painfully, the twin blocks of desire slapping
enticingly off the small, sweat-covered chin of his mother as she sucked
him like a starving child.
Lily began to nibble with her small white teeth, the rock-hard,
bloated skin of his blood-filled cock, sipping at it as if it was a
gigantic straw and his semen was a delicious ice cream treat and she
wanted all of it in her month, wanted him to cum, her son, wanted to taste
her son's hot, fresh young semen as it filled her mouth to overflowing.
More wildly she sucked him now, flinging and rolling her buttocks back
against the pile-driving cock of Carl Bradley, caught between the two
pistoning cocks as if she was a pull-toy strung up between two huge rubber
bands.
And then, suddenly, the sight of Eddie Granger so abandonedly fucking
into his mother's mouth, and the woman so voraciously sucking him, was too
much for Carl Bradley to bear. His fingers dug painfully into the
beautiful woman's hungrily grinding hips, the nails drawing blood from the
soft, sweating globes, and he began to chant crazily, his eyes rolling in
their sockets, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmming!" His cock
began to jerk then as he pummeled insanely forward into her hotly milking
asshole, and Lily suddenly felt his fire-hot semen erupt along his urethra
tube from the burning cauldrons of his testicles and fill her rectum to
overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her
crazily churning buttocks, along the backs of her thighs, and pool wetly
down on the beachtowel beneath her wildly flailing body.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she gurgled in mindless delight around her son's cock,
the pressure of Carl's thrusts as he continued to jettison more and more
torrents of steaming hot cum into her anus, driving her face forward so
that her lips and her nose were pressed tightly against the wiry bristles
of her son's sparse young pubic hair, his prick all but strangling her
hungrily convulsing throat and the masculine aroma of his heaving genitals
like an added aphrodesiac in her flaring nostrils.
Then, all at once, Carl's spasming prick gave one final spurt,
deflating like a punctured balloon, and the dark-haired man fell away from
behind her, his cock popping out from her cum-glistening asshole with an
obscene wet little hissing sound. He rolled away, lying face up, gasping
with his spent desire. Cindy, who had been finger-fucking herself
furiously as she watched Eddie fuck into his mother's hungrily ovalled
mouth while Carl thrust and bucked into her anus from behind, now removed
her hand from her aching, still unsatiated cunt and crawled crab-like over
to where Carl lay. She began planting hot, feverish kisses on his limply
shining cock, imploring it to get hard, to ease the tremendous burning
fire in her own cunt, licking and sucking the flaccidly collapsed member
in a desperate attempt to raise it up again for her lustful satisfaction .
. .
With the heavily driving pressure gone from behind her, and the
thrill of Carl's hot, molten cum still tingling deep up inside her bowels,
Lily was free to once again suck her son properly. Her soft, hot tongue
and mouth renewed their frenzied lickings of the rigid palpitating member
pressed tightly between her thinly convoluted lips, her head working like
a maniacal piston, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth . . .
Never had anything been this wonderful, this marvelously good, in
Eddie Granger's young life! This was the ultimate feeling, his mother's
soft mouth around his wildly pulsing cock . . . this was the ultimate
expression of his love for his mother, to give her his cock this way, to
spew forth his loving young semen far up into her hungering mouth, into
her throat . . .
No!
The thought struck Eddie all of a sudden, penetrating the intense
passion which permeated his entire being. No, he couldn't cum in her
mouth . . . that wasn't right, not this first time . . . no, he had to do
it properly, put his burning hot semen where it belonged, deep up inside
her, deep up inside the tightness of her beautiful, desire-flooded cunt.
Yes, Yes, that was it, that was the right way, yes . . .
He had to fuck her!
He had to fuck his own mother in her tight, hot, soft pussy, feel
himself burrowing up inside her, cumming there, their juices comingling as
one, together as they were together, ejaculating their love as their
bodies blended into one and were fulfilled.
Slowly, lovingly, Eddie raised his hand to stroke the swirling silken
hair of his mother. Then he encircled the base of his swollen prick, drew
his hips back to pull it, glistening with her hot saliva, from her softly
rounded lips. Lily's eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him
questioningly through her churning passion, her eyes trusting and loving,
as he held his rock-hard young cock tightly before her.
Eddie smiled at her tenderly and he whispered, "I want you, Mommy, I
want to love you . . . the right way, I want to fuck my cock up inside you
Mommy, deep up inside your beautiful pussy . . .!"
"Ooooooh, yes, Eddie, yesss!" Lily moaned, thrilled at the prospect
of her son's excitedly quivering cock buried all the way up inside her
throbbing, fire-ridden pussy. She lay down, rolling over onto her back,
her eyes staring at him still as he moved beside her. Then Eddie, too,
lay down, encircling her in the fold of his arms, thrilling at the touch
of her nakedness pressed tightly to him. His mouth sought hers, found it,
and he kissed her, kissed his mother for the first time as a lover now as
well as a son, their tongues curled around one another, burning,
flicking,back and forth, and she moaned and sucked on his tongue as she
had sucked on his excitedly swelling young cock only moments ago.
Eddie's hand stroked his mother's nude softness, and she twisted and
undulated her body in his embrace, her mouth still fused hotly with his.
He caressed her soft, fevered breasts, kneading and manipulating the
smooth, unblemished flesh, her hardened nipples, until she mewled with
pleasure into his mouth. Then his hand was moving down, down over her
smooth flat stomach, through the softly tangled-curls of her pussy hairs,
finally touching the tiny erectly throbbing little nipple of his mother's
clitoris. She whimpered in unrestrained pleasure as he massaged the tiny,
trembling bud between his thumb and forefinger, her naked buttocks
beginning to grind down into the towel in wild, uncontrolled counterpoint
to her son's finger-fucking movements up between her legs.
Now Lily had located her son's cock with her right hand, drawing the
foreskin back and forth over the hardness of the head, tickling the blood-
swollen vein on its underside. She felt every ridge, every vein in the
lust-seething cock with her fingers, just as she had with her mouth
moments before. The beautiful brunette was completely lost now in the
consuming passion which her son's teasing fingers was sending beyond the
realm of endurability.
She pulled her mouth from her son's crying out: "Eddie, fuck it to
me, my little darling, fuck it to me now. Ooooooh please, Eddie, fuck it
to me now!"
Her words sent skyrockets of excitement bursting through Eddie's
brain, and he rolled over, poising, watching with burning desire as his
beautiful mother drew her legs back, knees to her quivering full breasts,
and spread widely, enticingly, her thighs to expose the full splendor of
her pink, passion-soaked, petal-like vaginal slit to her son's eyes.
She's beautiful . . . she's the most beautiful woman in the world, my
mother . . . ohhhh, her pussy is so wonderful to look at, it will be like
warm, wet velvet around my cock, I know it will . . . Groaning
mesmerically, the loving son crawled between his mother's upraised legs,
peering down into her trusting, perspiring face, and he breathed to her:
"Mommy, take it in your hand, take my cock in your hand. Put it inside
you, put it inside your sweet pussy, Mommy, please . . ."
"Yes, Eddie, ooooooh yessss!"
Her hand slipped down as she tossed and flung her body on the sweat-
soaked towel, and encircled his throbbing cock with her fingers. She
spread her legs and thighs ever wider apart as her fingers dug into the
moist, slick surface of his rod. And then she was guiding her son's prick
toward the moist hot opening of her vagina, using its bulbous head to part
the softly curling strands of her pussy hairs and the full, fleshy lips of
her tender, sweet cunt.
Lily gasped aloud at the sudden electrifying contact of her loving
son's desire-hard cock-tip against her sensitively flooded vaginal flesh.
Eddie flicked his hips, slightly forward, not wanting to hurt, wanting
only to delight his mother as he fucked up into her tight hot cuntal
orifice for the very first time.
"Aaaaaahh!" she cried with delicious desire. "Aaaaaaoooooohhhhh!"
He pushed forward again and the heated crest forced its way into the
tightly clenched elastic opening. His mother's hips ground up hotly to
meet his first inward thrust, burying the full length of his virile young
cock in the wetly waiting folds of her cunt, sending it racing along the
full lubricated length of it and on into her impatiently waiting belly
until she felt his sperm-bloated young balls smack solidly against the
upturned cheeks of her satin-soft buttocks.
"Ooooohhh, Eddie, Eddieeeee!" she cried beneath him as he flexed his
cock deep inside the tightly hugging flesh of her cunt walls.
He was inside her, he was possessing his own mother's hotly sucking
pussy flesh! The thought was the most rapturous Eddie Granger had ever
had in his young life, and he knew his mother loved ever inch of his hard
young prick buried in her warm, wet pussy, loved her son deeper and truer
than any mother had ever loved her son. He fucked his lust-thickened
young hardness another fraction of an inch deeper into her, then repeated
the motion again and again, each time raising moans of delight and joy
from the woman. And for Lily Granger there was absolutely nothing in the
world for her but the joy incomparable of having her fourteen year old son
fucking into her like the man he had suddenly become.
Eddie began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his
cock tightly into his mother's nakedly spread crotch, expanding the walls
of her wetly enveloping pussy even more, and her own buttocks were
rotating even more insanely, demanding harder thrusts from her son's
wildly churning loins. He rocked above her, using short, smooth strokes
to fuck her with, and her body reacted in kind. Warm chills of excitement
and rapture spiraled the full length of her spine as she felt the tempo of
his burgeoning young cock increase by the moment as it fucked far up into
her gratefully throbbing cuntal passage.
Quickly the loving son increased his pace and the length of his
stroke knowing he couldn't last much longer, feeling the volcano that was
within his balls almost brimming over. Lily raised her widespread loins
up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his every downward thrust as her
passion-contorted face twisted wantonly with her need and desire.
Now the desperately aching boy was slamming his cock into his mother
with increasing force, drawing the desire-swollen hardness nearly out of
the tight, moist sheath clasping at it hungrily, lovingly then plunging it
back up inside again until his cum-swollen testicles slapped hard against
her puckered little anal opening. The pressure was mounting, mounting, in
his semen-billowing young balls, and his head swam wildly with the
impending knowledge of his cumming, of his filling of his mother with
torrent after torrent of his wildly rushing boy-cum.
Lily began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, impaled
on her son's rock-hard shaft, and rapturous little moans bubbled past her
lips. His mouth was fastened to hers again now, and she sucked once more
at his tongue, buried half into her throat, trying to milk it dry of his
saliva as her pussy was trying to milk his pistoning young cock dry of its
cum, and her legs raised even higher to receive his thundering offering.
"I'm . . . I'm almost there . . . Mom!" Eddie shouted in mindless
ecstasy, then, pulling his mouth from hers, she gurgled her agreement, her
encouragement, her need around his tongue. She was almost there herself.
She wanted to cum with him, co-mingle his juices with hers inside her
belly, cum for the fourth time today, the ultimate, most wonderful cumming
imaginable with her son's penis buried far up inside her . . .
Eddie increased his pace of fucking her even more, deepening his
thrusts as she writhed wildly beneath him, grinding up and down his cock
with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her toes curling as she lurched
her legs wide and upwards. He knew by this that she was near orgasm, and
he pounded, pounded deeper and deeper, pressing his hands behind her knees
and thrusting them back hard against her sensuously heaving breasts until
her head was framed between them. The wide-split center, of her crotch
was now higher and wider open to his increased plunges, his deeply fucking
drubbings of love.
"Ooooooh, ohhhh, ohhh!" Lilly chanted under her son as she felt her
orgasm climbing to the very pinnacle. Her passion-contorted features were
like a caricature of her normally soft, innocent motherly loveliness.
Her panting, loving son ground his cock deep and hard, faster and
faster, into the tender sanctuary of his mother's womb. He watched her
breasts heave and quiver as a result of his pummeling, even saw their
hardened nipples expand before his very eyes as she tossed her head
wildly, crazily, from side to side, dark hair flying. And then she
convulsed beneath him, her mouth opening wide, and a cry of pure,
unadulterated delight, of total rapture, tore from the very core of her
being.
"Aaaaaggghhh, Eddie!"
Her devotedly fucking young son felt her pussy walls begin to secrete
out wildly their warm gushes of wet, sticky fluid around his deeply
plundering cock. She was cumming, cumming beautifully, his mother was
cumming with his cock fucking deep up in her open belly! With renewed
urgency, he thrust faster, deeper, with all the strength he possessed. He
had to cum with her he had to!
Suddenly, then, he sensed his own hotly churning sperm was about to
race through his cock to fill his mother's womb. She jerked wildly,
spasming, the mouth of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath
spewing against his face in short, ragged gasps, and then his orgasm
struck fully and his balls erupted burning fire from within them, causing
his body to tremble in a weird little palsied motion. His juices spurted
from the opening in his prick-head far, far up into his mother's violently
quivering recesses . . . a never-ending flow which caused her to moan in
spasmodic, indecipherable cries of delight as her belly quaked with the
unleashed pool of hot, liquid fire he was emptying into her, her own
orgiastic liquids mixing, fusing with her son's to puddle out around his
wildly jerking young cock, matting their pubic hair together, knotting
them forever as lovers in the most ecstatic sense of the word, mother and
son cumming together in the most wonderful family unity imaginable.
A long time later, an eternity later, the torrent ended and Lily's
body relaxed, her legs falling limp around her loving son as he collapsed
forward onto her, and her heart and his heart crashed together like the
mighty roar of the ocean. They lay there like that, not moving, unmindful
of the bestial sounds coming from nearby where Cindy had finally succeeded
in giving Carl another hard-on and they were engaged in an abandoned
sixty-nine, heads between one another's wide-splayed legs.
Then, finally, Lily kissed her son softly, tenderly on the lips, and
whispered the words she knew he wanted to hear. "I love you, Eddie."
And he replied, "I love you too, Mommy! Oh how I love you!"
And from that moment on, they both knew that neither law nor
injustice would ever part them again . . . ever, ever, ever . . . even
Eddie's father, no matter what he tried to do . . .
The End