Jon Reskind - Little eddie_s mother

"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…

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 I just 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…"