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.
Lily 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, Lily 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 Eddie's 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.