Jon Reskind: Little eddie_s mother

"Hi," Cindy said cheerfully.

"Hello," Lily replied coolly. "Something I can do for you?"

"Well, I just thought I'd drop by to see if Eddie would like to take a little ride around the area with me, see what his new home is like. Carl is off somewhere and I really had nothing else planned…"

"I don't think so, Mrs. Bradley," Lily said. "Eddie…"

"Gee, I'd love to!" Her handsome teenage son's voice sounded behind her. He had heard the car too, and had come out of the kitchen to see who it was. Now he crossed the living room, drying his hands on a dishtowel. He smiled shyly at the beautiful blonde woman, then looked at his mother. "Mom, can I go? It would be fun, and since you're going to be working I won't have anything to do here."

"Well…" Lily hedged. It was just a feeling she had about the Bradleys… nothing she could put a finger on. She just didn't think they were the kind of company she wanted her son to keep. But she couldn't come out with a concrete explanation for Eddie…

"Well, Mom, can I?" Eddie asked her, his eyes dancing. He felt a curious excitement inside at the prospect of sitting beside the beautiful blonde woman in her shiny new foreign car. He didn't know exactly why he was so excited, but he was.

"All right, I guess there's no harm in it," Lily relented, looking hard at the other woman. "But don't be gone all day; I'd like you to bring Eddie back well before dinnertime."

"Sure, Lily, don't worry." She smiled disarmingly, looking at Eddie. "Are you ready or do you have to change or anything?"

"No, I'm fine the way I am," the boy replied, and laughed shyly. "Let's go."

"Right," Cindy said, starting back toward the car.

Eddie kissed his mother, flashed her a radiant smile, and followed the older woman into the car. He waved gaily as she started the engine, gunned it, and took the Mercedes forward to vanish along the winding dirt road. Lily watched the empty road for a moment, then sighed and went back inside leaving the door open. Eddie would be okay, she told herself. Anyway, he was with her now and that was all that mattered…

Lily sat down and stared at the necklace. Before long her hands were working in the familiar rhythm and she became totally immersed in the act of creation. She worked quickly, as the form of the piece took its shape. Suddenly, she sensed that she was not alone. She swiveled her head, looking toward the open door, and her eyes widened with surprise.

Carl Bradley stood there, smiling a smile that was almost brazen in its hungry, hot intensity.

The sight of Carl Bradley standing, in her doorway looking as he did had unnerved Lily Granger somewhat; he was a hell of an attractive man and it had been some time since she had been fucked by a man of any kind…

She could feel his eyes on her, as he gazed at her breasts as if he could see through her thin blouse.

"What… what do you want, Mr. Bradley?" she demanded, a little unsteadily.

"I just came over to see how you and Eddie got along last night," Carl answered in his deep voice. He walked into the living room, pausing momentarily to shut the door and then continued to within a step or two of Lily.

"Well, Eddie isn't here," Lily answered slowly, not able to take her eyes from the muscular man's figure. "He… went out for a tour of Marin County with your… your wife, Cindy."

"Oh, I see," Carl answered with a chuckle. "Then I guess we're alone, aren't we?"

"Listen, Carl," Lily began. "I've got a lot of work to do, so if you don't mind…"

"I don't mind at all," he said. "But I would like to know what the situation is between you and Eddie before I leave. After all, your son did confide in me and that sort of makes me an accessory, doesn't it?" He laughed out of one side of his mouth in a way that reminded Lily vaguely of Bogart in those old movies with Lauren Bacall.

"The situation between my son and me is just fine. Things are being… arranged."

"Then he's going to stay here with you?"

"Yes, that's right."

"How wonderful! That calls for a celebration, wouldn't you say?" He held out his hand, in which was a neatly rolled marijuana cigarette. "It's too early in the morning for people to get stoned," said Lily, who rarely touched the semi-potent drug. "And I have a lot of work to do."

"Oh, come on now," he said. "A couple of tokes aren't going to hurt you, especially this stuff. It's only Mexican. I wish you'd accept it as a peace offering. I don't know why you dislike me so much, anyway. You don't even know me."

"Really, it-it's too early in the morning for this sort of thing."

"That," he told her, "is plain nonsense." And before she could say anything in reply, he had lit the joint, taken a deep drag and was passing it to her.

Damn him! Lily thought, exasperated. He's so cocksure of himself… and yet, he's so damned sexually attractive, the way he looks and talks and moves. God, he's a desirable man! I don't like anything about him, and yet I can't help feeling attracted to him, pulled to him like a magnet. I wonder what he looks like naked, I wonder how his cock would feel fucking… fucking my cunt!

She felt a flush start creeping up from her breasts. Oh, what the hell, she thought, and took a deep drag of the freely offered pot.

"May I sit down next to you, Lily?" Carl breathed huskily. "You don't mind if I call you Lily, do you?"

"No, I guess not," she replied as he moved to sit beside her. And it seemed to Lily that he positioned himself uncomfortably close to her. She crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, exposing the smooth felsh of her thigh, and as she leaned forward she could once again feel his eyes on her full globular breasts. Carl thought he could detect just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples and he was hardly able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness now. His prick spasmed once, twice, inside his trousers with beginning arousal. He took another drag from the joint and passed it back to Lily. She protested that she didn't want any more, but he paid no attention to her, holding the marijuana to her lips for her to inhale. Grass was one of Carl Bradley's favorite drugs, as he felt it was one of the most potent and subtle aphrodisiacs he had ever come across. He'd been smoking it for almost a decade now and he knew the effect it would have on an uptight woman like Lily Granger. It increased his own sexual fervor too, though he could control himself if he felt like it; not that he was going to feel like it this morning. Shit, he sure wasn't.

Lily could feel initial droplets of excited lubricant fluid begin to flow out from the overly sensitive lips of her cunt, and she felt confused at what was happening to her. It had been so long since she had been fucked by a man… it had made her life complicated and painful and she had tried to forget that she was a vibrant and passionate woman. But oh God, what was this grass doing to her? She looked over at Carl Bradley and saw his cock pulsing there in his pants, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out briefly. Her cunt juices began to flow faster and faster up between her thighs. God, she had to get control of her self! She wished she had never seen him, and yet she wanted him to stay now, wanted to… to spread her legs for him… damn it, she had to stop thinking like that! There was nothing to be gained with thoughts like that except frustration and raw nerves…

Yet because of the marijuana she had smoked, a warm relaxed lethargy began to flow over her. The grass was beginning to have a heightening effect on her bloodstream, while at the same time dulling her mind, so that the pounding of her heart seemed twice as loud.

Carl was staring at her now sultry-looking face, at the kind of miasma of encompassing sex she was beginning to exude, and the full rich softness of her beautifully huge tits; Christ, he'd like to tweak her nipples into rock-hard arousal, take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around his tongue… but he had to move slowly, couldn't scare her away.