Jon Reskind - Little eddie_s mother

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.

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…