Jon Reskind - Little eddie_s mother

"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.