Jon Reskind: Little eddie_s mother

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…