Mother's New Son
by Gail Ray


FOREWORD 

Marta and Lee were a happy couple. They had one child, a nice home in 
suburbia, and a good income. But, what Marta wanted was another son. She 
felt it wasn't good for Earl, their fourteen-year-old, to grow up without 
learning to share things with a brother or sister. 

She talked her husband into the idea of adopting another child. And when she 
visited a foster home, she found Gregg. Gregg was a husky, athletic, young 
boy whose background was nothing short of tragic. 

However, she decided that their good family would be the 'good break' he 
deserved. And so, she brought him to their beautiful home, and gave him a 
chance at a new life. 

The problem was that Gregg was a very well-developed boy sexually, and with 
no outlet for his strong physical urges, felt powerfully attracted to Marta, 
his foster-mother. She succumbed to his hot-eyed, lustful glances and almost 
before she was aware of what was happening, she was in bed with him. 

After their first affair, she went back to Gregg to tell him their sex 
relations, must end. She thought she had him convinced that she was right, 
until he became horny and again approached her. Feeling sorry again, she 
fell into the same trap. 

However, after the second time, she didn't have to be talked into it again. 
She was passion-propelled to experience everything with him sexually, and 
did. 

Finally, she was found out, and her price for molestation was enormous. Not 
only did she wreak more disaster on the already tragic life of her new son, 
but she threw her own family into an uproar. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Breakfast is ready," Marta called to her husband. Placing his food on the 
table, she poured the coffee, calling again, "Hurry up, honey-you're going 
to be late if you don't get a move on." 

By now, Lee was standing in the shower trying to waken himself, and didn't 
hear one word his wife was saying. A quick spray of hot, then cold water did 
it, and he soon was ready to roll. Drying off, and slipping into his 
clothes, quickly, he hurried out to breakfast. 

"How many times have I told you not to pour my coffee until I'm at the 
table?" 

"I'm sorry," Marta smiled, going on with her reading of the newspaper, in 
between sips of coffee. 

Earl, their fourteen year old blonde-headed son, with shoulder length hair 
that upset his father continually, asked, "May I be excused-I've got to 
split for school!" 

Marta nodded, glancing up a moment to smile at him, "Certainly-have a good 
day son." 

"And get your haircut," his father called after him, not glancing up as he 
intently read the sports section. 

When Earl was gone, Marta said softly, "Honey, I've been meaning to speak to 
you about something-" 

"I'm listening," Lee assured her, never taking his eyes off the paper. 

"It's about Earl," she began, "He's lonely. He needs a brother. He would 
learn to share, and they could grow up together-you never have time for-" 

"Don't bring that up when I'm already late to work," Lee snapped, rising 
from the table, and adjusting his tie at the mirror above the buffet. 

"I'm sorry," Marta told him, "but you always get home late, and then you say 
you're tired and don't want to talk about it-" 

"Is it my fault I'm exhausted meeting all those impossible people every day. 
Selling is no snap! I wish I could stay home all day and relax a little-" 

"But you never find time for anything," Marta continued complaining as he 
made his way rapidly to the front door. "You find time for bowling every 
Wednesday night and-" But Lee didn't hear another word, for he'd gone out 
the door without once looking back, leaving his wife alone with the dirty 
dishes, and the monotony of daily household chores staring her in the face. 

As she picked the dishes up off the table, and rinsed them before she put 
them in the dishwasher, she decided she'd get to the store early before it 
was crowded and save some time that way. 

She was quick, and it didn't take her long to get the kitchen mess cleaned 
up, slip on a jacket and head for the nearest shopping center. She decided 
the exercise would do her good, and went on foot. Passing the nearby high 
school, she saw the husky young high school football players on the field. 

Some of the young men looked so virile, so appealing, Marta found herself 
wishing she was their age again. They were a handsome lot, robust, and 
healthy. She was reminded once more of how wonderful it would be if her son 
had a brother. 

Then and there, she made up her mind she must have another son, a brother 
for Earl. It was something she felt she had every right to. If Lee couldn't 
listen to her, perhaps she could present him with a photo of some 
unfortunate boy who needed a home, and thus be able to convince him. 

When she finished her shopping, and went back home, she thought it wouldn't 
hurt to phone the Foster Home Services Center and explain, "I would like to 
adopt a boy. My fourteen year old son is an only child, and it's not good 
for him to grow up alone." 

"Of course," the voice on the other end of the line agreed. 

"Would you have any boys about fourteen or fifteen that we might consider 
for adoption?" 

"Yes, we do," the woman assured her, "Now, when would you like to come down 
and meet them?" 

"I wonder if it would be possible, let's say, this afternoon?" 

"Just a moment-" 

As she waited, Marta felt her heart beating rapidly, for she was so eager to 
have another son. 

"Why, yes, that would be just fine. To whom am I speaking." 

"Marta Kirby," she replied, "And what time should I come?" 

"Four would be fine," the woman told her. 

"Very good, I'll be there at four." 

The hours swept by swiftly, and soon it was time to go to check out the 
young boys available for adoption at the Foster Home Service Center. She 
decided to wear something simple, so it wouldn't overpower some poor orphan 
boy. Even though Marta and Lee had it made, and lived in a hilltop home in 
suburbia, she didn't want to try to impress the young boy, she might select 
as a" son. 

Picking out a beige pant suit that went with her brown hair, she gave a 
quick last-glance in the mirror, and then went out to her car. As she drove 
down there, she kept thinking about Lee, her husband, wishing he had the 
consideration to go with her. 

The rather drab, old brick building with its small sign told her quickly any 
boy would probably be glad to get out of such a hole. She went in, and at 
the front desk was directed to the woman in charge of placement, Mildred 
Evans down the hall. Going into her office, Marta introduced herself, "I'm 
Mrs. Kirby," she began, "I phoned you about adopting a boy-about fourteen or 
fifteen." 

"Why, yes, Mrs. Kirby, won't you please sit down." 

Pulling up a chair, Marta began explaining why she wanted a second son, "You 
see I was brought up in a big family. We learned how to give-and-take. I'm 
afraid my husband and I have spoiled Earl our only boy." 

"That is a danger with an only child," Miss Evans smiled understandingly, 
"Go on-" 

"Even though I'm only thirty five and could have more children, I've decided 
against it. The age gap between a baby and our fourteen year old son Earl 
would be too much. Yet, he needs someone, and it seems the wisest thing to 
adopt a boy about his age." 

"Very good-and does your husband agree with you?" 

She hesitated a moment. "Why, yes-he does." 

"What does your husband do for a living?" 

"He's a salesman," Marta smiled, "He makes good money and we have a 
comfortable life. We could afford another son if that's what bothers you." 

"Nothing bothers me!" Miss Evans smiled, "But naturally we are concerned 
that we place our young people where they will be given the best of care. 
From all you've told me, I think you and your husband would be good 
parents." 

"Thank you-I would like to meet some of the boys you have." 

"That is a ticklish proposition," Miss Evans explained, "We don't like to 
interview any more boys than we have to-as it builds their hopes up, and 
lets them down if someone decides not to take them." 

"Of course-" 

"Well," Miss Evans continued, "There is one boy I have in mind that might be 
the one you are looking for. But, I will let you talk to two of them so you 
can decide for yourself-" 

She gave Marta a photo of a sandy-haired boy with an impish grin. His eyes 
looked bright, and he appeared to have a good disposition." 

"What's his name?" 

"That's Calvin," Miss Evans smiled, "He's fourteen, very rugged little 
fellow-likes to hike and-" 

"He's a nice boy but I don't think he would be the one-what about the other 
boy you mentioned?" 

Miss Evans smiled, "Well, I suppose he is the most desirable-but I always 
like to give the other boy the first chance." 

Taking back Calvin's picture, she gave her a picture of a handsome 
black-haired, black-eyed boy with olive skin, and sensuous lips that made 
Marta do a double-take. 

"He's good looking-" 

"Isn't he, though?" 

As Marta marveled at his curly black hair, the friendly smile, displaying 
his even white teeth, she said softly, "He obviously comes from a good 
background. You can tell that." 

Edgily, Miss Evans began, "Well, his background does leave a little to be 
desired. His father was sent to the penitentiary for killing a man, and his 
mother committed suicide." 

She crowded all of these facts close together in a rapid-fire delivery, as 
if she was trying to get over the negative aspects of her young charge as 
quick as possible. 

"What's his name?" 

"Gregg," she smiled, "He's really a good kid, and he'd love to get out of 
here-would you like to meet him." 

"Why, yes, I would," Marta assured her. 

"Alright, I'll go to our school and get a pass to bring him to my office." 

When Miss Evans was gone, Marta was tempted to read the young boy's 
background report lying there on the desk. Rising, she walked over, and 
glanced down to read. 

"Gregg was returned amidst conflicting stories. The foster parent alleging 
he tried to seduce her one night when her husband was gone, and Gregg 
claiming the opposite was true. Insomuch, as his foster father would not 
join the foster mother in her assertion, there is reason to doubt this-" 

"Oh, Mrs. Kirby, you shouldn't be looking at our confidential files," Miss 
Evans remonstrated. 

"I'm sorry-" 

Miss Evans went behind her desk, quickly slipping the file away. "Gregg-meet 
Mrs. Kirby." 

"Hi, Mrs. Kirby," Gregg smiled warmly, and the moment their eyes met, she 
had a warm feeling toward him, "Hi, Gregg." 

"Why don't you ask Gregg about some of his interests?" Miss Evans suggested, 
delighted the two of them seemed to like each other. 

"Well, I like to just let him say whatever he wants to," Mrs. Kirby smiled 
agreeably. 

"You have a son about my age?" he asked quietly. 

"Yes," Mrs. Kirby smiled, "I'm sure he'd like to have you as his brother-" 

"What does he like to do?" 

"Oh, he likes to swim-he goes on weekend hikes-" 

"I'd like that," Gregg enthused, "When do you think-?" 

"First, we have to have Mr. Kirby meet you-and we have some checking that 
must be done," Miss Evans said, trying not to build up his hopes too 
quickly. 

"Well, Gregg-we'll come back and see you soon," Mrs. Kirby assured him. 

What surprised Gregg-was how soon. For the very next day, Marta Kirby 
brought her husband to visit with him. As Mr. Kirby talked with Gregg, he 
developed a fondness for him almost as if he was his own son. 

"So you like to go to football games," he smiled, "So does Earl-you two 
would have a good time." 

The interview lasted about half an hour, after which Miss Evans dismissed 
Gregg, and thanked the Kirbys for coming. The checkout took about eight 
days, and when it was completed, Miss Evans phoned to tell the good news to 
Marta. 

"I've got some good news for you," she began, "Gregg can be with your family 
this weekend. Our checkout has been completed, and you and your husband 
passed all of our criteria with flying colors." 

"That's wonderful," Marta enthused, "When can I bring him home with me?" 

"This is Thursday-how would tomorrow afternoon be?" 

"Fine," Marta assured her. 

That night when Lee Kirby came home from work, Marta told him the good news. 

"I waited until you got home honey so you could break it to Earl. We don't 
want him to be jealous, of course-so we must present it to him the right 
way." 

"I'll take care of that," Lee assured her. When dinner was over, and Earl 
was going to his room to do his homework, his father stopped him, "Son-I 
want to talk to you a minute." 

Turning around, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy asked, "What about Dad?" 

"Son-we're thinking of adopting another boy-so you can have a brother to pal 
around with. What do you think of that?" 

"That's okay," he said, "If you and Mom want to, it's alright with me." 

"We want what's best for all of us," his father explained, "If you had 
someone to share your fun with-your hikes, going to games-whatever, I think 
you'd have a lot more fun." 

"How old is he?" 

"Fifteen," his father told him. 

"This weekend I can't take him on our Nature Hike," Earl cut in quickly, 
"They won't let us bring somebody else along who doesn't belong unless we 
notify the leader one week in advance." 

"I see," Lee nodded, sighing, and secretly wondering if this was simply some 
kind of an excuse, demonstrating jealousy surfacing already. "Alright, 
son-but Gregg will go with you the next time, because he belongs in there 
just like you." 

"Yes, Dad," Earl replied. 

And then, without another word, he turned and went up to his room. This left 
his father a bit perplexed as to how he really felt about suddenly having a 
brother. 

"Honey," Lee said, walking into the kitchen where his wife was pulling 
dishes out of the dishwasher to put them away, "I don't know how much Earl 
likes the idea of us taking in Gregg." 

"At first it's a new idea to him," Marta said confidently, "but as soon as 
he gets used to having someone else to think of besides himself, it'll work 
out-" 

Less confident, Lee mused, "I hope so!" 

"Can't he go with him on the hike this weekend?" Marta asked. 

"No, he says you have to notify the leader way in advance-" 

"Then, he could go bowling with you, dear-that would be just fine," she 
promptly suggested. 

"No, it wouldn't," Lee said flatly, "I can't just bring along a kid and 
suddenly introduce him, 'meet my new son'-I've got to tell them about him 
first." 

"I guess you're right," she nodded, beginning to see problems arising even 
before he set foot in the house. 

"You can take him out to a movie-or you can stay home and watch teevee-he'll 
be some company for you." 

"Yeah," Marta replied softly. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Friday afternoon came all too quickly for Marta. She was busy cleaning up 
the guest room for Gregg. She wanted to make it as homey for him as possible 
and spared no effort to do so. By the time she was ready to go pick Gregg 
up, she didn't feel like fixing a big dinner. Yet, she thought that would be 
a good way to give him a warm welcome. 

She took some steaks out of the freezer to let them thaw, and then she 
glanced at the clock to see that she just had time to go pick him up. She 
hastily wrote a note to her son Earl to tell him to be sure and stay home 
for dinner, so he could meet the young boy she planned to make her new son. 

Then, she hurried out of the house and drove down to pick him up. Miss Evans 
was glad to see her, and Gregg came down to her office a few moments after 
she had arrived. 

"Gregg," Miss Evans smiled, "Remember some of the things we've tried to 
teach you here. If for any reason it appears that it won't work out, always 
know you're welcome back here." 

"Thanks." 

"I'll guess we'll be going now," Marta smiled, "And thanks for all your 
help. Both my husband and I appreciate it. I'll be in touch with you next 
week." 

Very good," Miss Evans nodded, "Take care." 

"Goodbye," Gregg said quietly, and Marta smiled, "Goodbye," too as they 
walked out of her office, down the hall and outside. 

"What kind of car do you have?" Gregg asked immediately. 

"I just have a little Pinto," Marta smiled, "but it gets me around." 

"Neat," Gregg grinned, "Could I drive?" 

At first, Marta felt like saying no, but when she saw the eager anticipation 
on his face, she succumbed, "Alright, if you want to-" 

But on the way home, she realized what a predicament she'd be in if he 
didn't have a Driver's License, and she had to ask him, "Do you have a 
license?" 

"Well, er-no!" 

"You'll have to get one. Earl, our son has his already." 

"That's nice," he said tightly. And suddenly she realized she'd said 
something that hurt him. Nobody had bothered to help him, and it hurt to be 
reminded of it when he mentioned how Earl, who was a year younger, already 
had his. She made a mental note to be careful of what she said. 

Yet, she couldn't help observe that license or not, Gregg was a very good 
driver. She gave him the instructions about half way home, and then 
smilingly informed him, "I'd better go the rest the way-I wouldn't want my 
husband to get angry over something like this-" 

Pulling over to the curb, Gregg turned and nodded, "I understand-" 

He got out, and let her slide over, and then he got in on the other side. 
She drove home quickly, as she wanted to finish getting things ready for 
dinner. As she pulled into the garage, she noticed her husband was already 
there, unusual for him to get home so early. 

"Until we can adopt you, perhaps you'd better call me Marta instead of 
Mother, and my husband Lee." 

"Oh, sure," Gregg said agreeably. Then the two of them got out of the car 
and walked into the house. Lee was sitting in the living room, relaxing in 
the lounge chair and watching the early teevee news show. 

"Hi there, Gregg," Lee got up, extending a welcoming hand. Gregg took his 
hand and shook it, "Glad to be here, Lee." 

"I'm going to be your Dad," Lee shrugged, "Maybe you should call me Dad-just 
like my other son, Earl does." 

"Well, I told him, honey-until its formal he can call me Marta-and you Lee-" 

"Well, alright," Lee shrugged. 

Moments later, Earl came dashing in the house, and when he saw Gregg, he 
stopped dead in his tracks, and looked at him. 

"Hi," Gregg smiled in the friendliest manner he knew how, extending his 
hand. 

But Earl didn't put his hand out. Coolly, he half-smiled, "You're my new 
brother, eh?" 

"We hope so," his father said, "Why don't you show him your room-and then 
take him down to his room." 

"Alright," Earl said reluctantly. Marta picked up on this, and when the two 
boys were in the upstairs bedrooms, she told her husband, "I hope Earl acts 
a little more friendly. I suppose he feels threatened-he's been the only one 
for so long, but he must learn to share-even our emotions." 

"He can be selfish," Lee acknowledged, "but just leave them alone and 
they'll get along just fine." 

Just as he was saying that, they heard a loud commotion upstairs, and Lee 
hurried up to see what was the matter followed by his wife. 

"What's going on up here?" Lee demanded. "He's got something that belongs to 
me," Earl said angrily. 

"What are you talking about?" Marta demanded of her belligerent son. 

"My globe," he said, "And I want it back!" 

"You have two," his mother reminded him, "why must you have three?" 

"It's mine and what's mine, he doesn't get!" 

"Keep it then," Lee said, "We'll buy Gregg another one." Earl felt as though 
he'd won a victory, and taking his globe back in his room left Gregg, Marta 
and Lee standing there. 

"Don't pay any attention to him," Marta insisted, "He's a spoiled kid 
because he's an only child. You acted like a man about it, Gregg-and we're 
proud of you, aren't we dear?" 

"Are we?" Mr. Kirby bungled, "Oh-ah, oh, yes, of course we are." 

They went downstairs, and invited the boys down to dinner. They didn't talk 
much to each other, and later when Lee was alone with his wife, he shook his 
head in dismay and admitted, "I don't know if this is going to work or not, 
honey-I really don't!" 

The next day sped by quickly, and during most of it Lee and Earl were gone. 
Saturday night Lee had to go to his bowling, and Earl was gone on a week-end 
hike. That left Marta and Gregg all alone.. 

"I guess I'll turn in," Gregg said around nine-thirty. He didn't seem too 
happy anymore, and this bothered her for she had tried very hard to make a 
home for him. As she went to bed herself, slipping into her negligee, she 
thought perhaps it might make him feel better if she fixed him a chocolate 
malt. So, she went back to the kitchen, and made one for him, taking it up 
to his room a moment later. 

She didn't make much noise as she went down the hall to Gregg's room as she 
wanted this to be a big surprise. And then, when she opened the door with 
the malt in her hand, she got the big surprise. There was Gregg, bare naked 
with his hand pumping on a huge erection. 

"What are you doing here?" the virile, young boy demanded as she stood there 
with the malt in her hand, staring as if transfixed at his giant-size male 
member. 

"I-I came to bring you this," she said huskily, suddenly finding Gregg's 
naked body sensually appealing. 

"Put it down then and let me finish beating my meat, or doesn't your son 
jerk-off like me?" 

"I don't know," she said, walking over and putting the malt on the 
nightstand. Gregg pulled the sheet over his genitals, and looked at her. 
Close-up in her negligee he could see through. The sight of her firm, round, 
generous-sized breasts excited him no end. 

She felt his hot eyes on her, and it excited her. He felt himself getting 
hotter and harder as she sat there. 

"I guess there's nothing wrong with relieving yourself if you have to," 
Marta shrugged, hardly knowing what would be appropriate to say under the 
circumstances. 

"You want to pull it off for me?" he half-smiled. 

"Oh, I couldn't-" 

"My last foster-mother did," he grinned. "But that's wrong-she shouldn't 
have-" 

"Why is it wrong?" he smiled, throwing the sheet back, exposing his penis, 
and his weighty testicles to her view. "And I don't see anything wrong with 
me admiring your tits. You got a nice set of knockers on you." 

Hearing a young boy talking to her like this, suddenly did turn her on, and 
she wanted to have sex with him. Her indecision was instantly sensed by 
Gregg, and he boldly reached out, grasping her hand and planting it on his 
penis. 

"Go ahead, pull it for me-just a minute-please, Mom." 

There was something about this virile, black-haired, black-eyed, olive 
skinned, muscular young boy that captivated her, and to her own great 
surprise, she felt her hand pumping slowly up and down, up and down, as he 
panted, "Oh, yes-yes, that feels fantastic!" 

Curious to know what his penis looked like when it was being jerked-off, she 
glanced down and marveled at the size of its swollen head, and the crystal 
drop of cum that was surfacing. 

"Jerk it for me," he panted, as she pulled. 

Her hand began pumping still faster. 

"Ohh-ahhhh, yes-yes-that's it-pump it, Mom-pump my prick!" 

Unashamedly, she pulled on it, and the young boy threw his head excitedly 
from side to side as the sexual excitement raced up and down his tingling 
spine. 

"Ohhh-ahhhh, faster!" 

Her hand pumped faster, and then, he grabbed her head, forcing her down over 
it, just as he was about to come. 

"That's it," he gasped, "Suck the juice out of it!" Even though she'd never 
done anything like this for her husband, she suddenly found herself enjoying 
it immensely with this young boy. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhh, play with the nuts," he begged her, "That's it-suck my prick! 
Suck it off! Ohhhh, ahhhhhh, suck, suck, suck my cock!" 

To Marta's surprise, she even enjoyed the dominant way he forced her down 
over his male member. She enjoyed it so much, she did manipulate his 
testicles, so much she let her mouth slide down to the base of his penis, 
closing her eyes reverently, while her body trembled with excitement. 

"Suck! Suck that cock," he commanded, and as his fingers pressed her head 
down, he knew he had found a food home. 

She got the idea that he might get a charge out of her cocksucking if she 
would alternate the sucking action with light bites. So, biting down gently, 
in a nibbling effect, between up and down sucking, she felt his body quiver. 

"Ahhhhh-ohhhhh, beautiful-beautiful," he moaned in delight. "Keep it up. 
Suck it. Suck it off!" 

Gregg could tell from the way she let her tongue whip around the head of his 
penis, that she had an instinct for this sort of thing, and he jabbed it 
down her throat, turning-on all the way as he felt the head of his throbbing 
male member sliding down her throat, in fast-paced stabbing movements. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhhh-you take it all in-yes, yes, that's the way I like it. Suck 
it! Suck that dick!" 

With her fingers playing with his testicles, she kept her mouth traveling up 
and down his staff until she was dizzy with delight, eager for his cum to go 
splashing down her throat. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhhh suck that prick!" he panted, "Suck the juice out of it. That's 
it, cocksucker-suck it!" 

Even his dirty-talk appealed to her. Gregg was a strange combination of 
sensitivity, and yet hard-driving masculinity. This she found intrigued her. 
Her breasts were pressing down on his legs while she sucked away. 

"Now! Ohhhh! Faster! I'm coming-I'm coming-Don't stop now," Gregg pleaded. 
But his pleading wasn't needed, for nothing could stop the fast-paced 
cocksucking action of Marta as she went to town. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhh-yes-yes-suck that cock! Suck it clean," he gasped, as he 
continued thrusting down her throat until all the sticky cum had gushed out 
of his rod. Then, slowly, carefully, she pulled her mouth off it, and looked 
up at him, terrified. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, puzzled, "Didn't I taste good?" 

"Oh, yes-yes, you did," she said, hugging him to her, letting her breasts 
crush against his chest. 

"Then, what's wrong?" he asked. 

Pulling back, and licking her lower lip guilty with her tongue, she 
shrugged, "It isn't so much-we did anything that was wrong, Gregg, baby-but 
it's what others think." 

"I've had women blow me before," he smiled proudly, "You didn't corrupt me 
if that's what you're worried about." 

As Marta looked in the handsome, young face, she couldn't help but cry a 
little. He's had such a hard life, and when he did get a chance at a home, 
perhaps it was just to exploit his virile, young body. 

"Don't look that way at me," Gregg insisted. 

"What way?" 

"You know what I mean-you look so sad, like something's wrong with me-" 

Marta smiled, "Oh, Gregg, there's nothing, nothing in the world wrong with 
you! There's too much that's right. You turn women on even if you are only 
fifteen." 

"I had my first piece when I was fourteen," he smiled proudly. 

"Who with?" Marta asked curiously. 

"Another foster mother-lived with her two weeks, and we fucked, and sucked 
and sixty-nined all the time I was there," he chuckled. 

"You poor baby-" 

"Don't poor baby me," he snapped defiantly. "I'm a man, in a boy's body." 

Glancing down at his penis, which never got soft, she had to agree. 

"You are indeed a man-" 

Grasping it in his hand, he ordered her, "Just let your tongue slide over 
the head of it one more time." 

"Does it feel that good?" 

Gregg nodded, smiling, and she went down on him again, letting her tongue 
lick its shiny surface, as the young boy wrapped his legs around her, 
pressing his thighs against her. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

As her mouth built up a suction, to her great surprise she discovered he was 
starting to cum again. Apparently, he was able to keep his penis spurting 
sperm, and as long as he needed the gratification she saw no reason not to 
satisfy his need. There was something so natural about satisfying him that 
she went to it with dedication of purpose. As she lay there, with her head 
embraced in his arm thighs, she felt his penis head reaching once more to 
the back of his throat. As he let his hands down to guide her, she knew it 
wouldn't take him long this time. 

"Oh, that's beautiful," he panted in delight as she got the pace going. 

"Now!" he gasped. Plunging his penis down her throat, he hammered it home. 
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-eat it-eat me," he stammered, and the penis 
exploded, as he pulled out, letting the creamy substance burst into her 
mouth, as she eagerly ate him. Finishing, she pulled out and he had a 
strange look on his face a look of delight, yet coupled with fear. 

"What's the matter?" she asked quietly sensing how troubled he seemed to be. 

"They'd kill me for this," he said solemnly. "Who?" 

"Your husband-your son-they'd say I forced you." 

For a terror-stricken moment, Marta toyed with the idea of a cop-out. She 
could simply send Gregg back, devising any excuse that popped into her mind 
and nobody would be the wiser, because he was afraid-and by utilizing his 
fear to her advantage she could have things going her way. 

Yet, as she looked into Gregg's eyes, and saw the disturbing sincerity, she 
couldn't do this to him. 

"They're never going to find out," she assured him, "What we do is between 
us-you needed some normal release-I gave it to you, and nobody got hurt." 

"Oh, you're beautiful," Gregg said, reaching out and wrapping his arms 
around her lovingly, "You really are!" His hands eagerly went up and down 
her back, and she felt his chest crushing on her breasts, a moment before he 
bent over, crushing his lips down on hers. How she wanted to resist him, and 
not get more deeply involved. But there was something so impossibly 
appealing about him that she couldn't resist his passionate advances. It was 
like being young again, only now she was able to freely express herself 
sexually, whereas when she was young she always had to check herself. 

In seconds, Gregg had pulled her flimsy negligee off and she was stark 
naked. His hot tongue whipped around her creamy white breasts, his teeth 
bearing down on her erect red nipples. Suddenly, he reached down to her 
womanhood, and let his fingers slip inside, manipulating her gingerly. 

"Oh, Gregg-you know just how to touch me," she panted. Pleased that she was 
accepting his love-making, he thrust his head down between her thighs, 
bringing his tongue sweeping over her vagina. The moment Marta felt his hot 
tongue lashing her there she thought she'd go out of her mind. The 
electrical thrills that shot through her were giving her the most 
stimulating sex she'd ever experienced in her lifetime. 

Not once had her husband ever produced such a passionate response in her 
body, and not once had he asked her to go down on him. Now, with Gregg 
enjoying her so much in this most intimate of ways, she felt fulfilled 
sexually for the first time ever. And it was this enchanting moment that she 
vowed she'd never allow her self to be short-changed again sexually. Didn't 
she have the right to enjoy her body? Didn't the fire in her loins demand a 
passionate lover's tongue searching, probing, loving? 

"Ohhh, Gregg, baby," she panted, catching her breath, "It feels wonderful." 

Lying back, she held him tightly in her thigh-grip, and Gregg tingled to the 
touch of her warm thighs on his face. 

"Eat my pussy," she panted, "Lick it!" she whispered, and his devouring 
tongue went on lapping away. "Yes, baby, yes," she moaned in her delighted 
frenzy. It seemed as if the excitement would never end. 

"Now-ohhhh-I never dreamed it could be like this," she blurted, as his hot 
tongue lashed away inside her slit. Intuitively, his tongue seemed to sweep 
around inside her hot vagina, and she couldn't stay still. Her hands had to 
grip something. At first, she pulled at the sheets, and then she ran her 
fingers lovingly through Gregg's curly black hair. She could tell he liked 
this from the way his tongue energetically went to work, lapping, licking, 
loving-reaching high inside her where no one had ever explored so 
intimately. 

"Ohhhh, ahhhhhh," she stammered as he tongued her. "I-I like it when you 
lick my love-button," she sighed, and Gregg diddled her clitoris with his 
tongue, noticing how excited this did indeed make her respond. It was all he 
could do to hold her down, as her body kept twisting and turning. As he 
reached up, he felt the soft, inviting flesh of her beautiful breasts, and 
his fingers immediately went to her nipples, as he pinched them lightly. 

"Yes, baby-ohhh-ahhhhh, do that too," she urged the fifteen-year-old boy on, 
as he added the breast feeling and pinching, to his tongue, dipping in her 
vagina. 

Together they were coming to a shattering climax, and they both knew they 
were sexual turn-ons for each other, as Marta gushed in the teenagers mouth. 
With total lack of inhibition, he lovingly licked her slot, enjoying her 
juices as he devoured her. 

"Ahhh-ohhhhhh, baby, baby," she panted, "That tongue of yours, ohhhh-you're 
a real tongue-man!" 

When Gregg had finished, and relaxed his finger-grip on her nipples, and she 
slid her hands out of his wavy, dark hair, his eyes looked at her hotly, 
"Don't get hooked on me," he said abruptly, and suddenly as she saw the 
boyish, innocent face, pity, sympathy and love seized her, and she held him 
tightly in her arms. 

"I'm sorry Gregg-it's too late. I'm already hooked on you!" 

Gregg looked at her sadly, "I'm an animal-a bad animal. I can't bring you 
anything but trouble-why didn't you leave me down there in the zoo?" 

"The zoo?" 

"Yeah," he smiled lopsidedly, "That's what we call the prison where they put 
us kids nobody wants-you're too good to open up your home to me." 

Tears streaking down her cheeks, Marta who was deeply moved be Gregg's 
unselfishness, placed her hand over his mouth lovingly, "No-no-don't ever 
say that. You're a good boy." Just then the radio she'd had turned on softly 
was playing, and the announcer told what time it was. 

"That late," she said nervously, instantly thinking of her husband Lee 
returning and finding them like this. She got up off the bed, and smiled, 
"Baby-I'd better get back to bed-we'll work something out, don't you worry!" 

"Thanks," Gregg smiled, kissing her arm, as she moved away, causing her to 
turn back once more to see his hot-eyed glance which sent erotic shivers up 
and down her spine. Then, she slipped out of his room, straightening her 
negligee as best she could. It was so wrinkled, she threw it aside when she 
got in bed, and slept in the nude as was her custom. 

She hadn't left Gregg's room any too soon, for Lee came barging in about 
fifteen minutes later. It was almost midnight, and she hoped he wouldn't 
want sex. But, the moment he opened the bedroom door, she knew he had that 
in mind because he spoke in such a considerate, kind way-as he always did 
when he was horny. 

"Hi, beautiful-miss me?" he chuckled, as he walked over, bent down and 
kissed her. 

"Hi, honey," she said softly, turning over to pretend she had been sleeping, 
hoping he wouldn't bother her that way. Lee stepped into the bathroom, and a 
few moments later, he stepped out, stripped and slipped naked into bed 
beside her. 

Sure enough, he was bound and determined to have sex. His arm went around 
her waist, and his other hand reached down to pat her there. 

"Not tonight-" she tried begging off. 

"Why not?" he demanded, "You frigid or something? I got a roaring hard-on, 
and jump in bed and get the brush-off-" 

"I'm sorry, honey-I don't mean it that way-" 

And then she felt his huge pulsating male member behind her, getting harder 
and harder. And suddenly a new passion possessed her. She wanted to lick it, 
to have him stick it in her mouth. Having found out from sucking on Gregg's 
virile, young rod, what a sensational way to make it sucking was, she wanted 
to do it with him-yet she didn't know how to broach the subject. Finally, 
she made up her mind, she'd come right out and ask her husband. She began by 
turning around, letting her generous-sized breasts brush against his hairy 
chest. 

"Honey, why don't we try something different tonight?" 

"Like what?" 

"You know, like French people do-" 

"What do you want, honey?" 

"Let me love you with my tongue," she laughed, hoping he'd never suspect 
she'd been experimenting in love-making. 

Am I all that appealing?" he chuckled. 

"To me you are," she nodded, and he picked up on this ego-baiting tactic 
instantly. 

"Do with me as you will," he smiled, "everything I have is yours-" 

Saying this, he gripped his penis, and pushed it to her. It didn't take long 
for her to pick up on this, and she slid down between his legs, much to her 
husband's delight. 

Flipping the covers back, Lee watched her take his tool in her hand, and 
gripping it, she started licking the head of it. 

"Oh, baby, does that ever feel good," he panted as he pushed it to her. 
Opening her mouth, she let him slip it inside. Slowly, playing with it with 
the tip of her tongue, she managed to excite him, till the long, shaft 
quivered. 

"Honey, reach down and play with my nuts," he smiled, delighted his wife was 
turning on with him like this. She did reach down, and she enjoyed the 
sensation of his ball sack on her hand, as she fingered his testicles. 

Letting her tongue trail down the length of his rod, she kept the action 
going. 

"Ohhh-ahhhh-yes, baby, yes, just like that," he begged. Deliberately 
tantalizing, and teasing him with her tongue she shied away from letting him 
drive it down her throat. With only one experience with Gregg a couple hours 
earlier, she'd learned how speedily the penis will spurt its sperm load when 
sucked upon. 

"That's it, baby-but fasten your mouth on my dick, and go all the way down 
on it!" 

Seeing how impatient he was she decided it wouldn't hurt to let him slip the 
head in, but she determined she'd only go so far so he wouldn't unload 
mechanically, not providing her with the total gratification she felt the 
act deserved. 

After sucking smoothly on the head of it, while her husband writhed about in 
his sexual ecstasy, she decided to pull off it, and bring her breasts around 
it, so he could feel his rock-hard cock between her soft breasts. 

"Why'd you take your mouth off it?" Lee demanded. 

She replied with her planned action, letting her breasts enfold his penis. 
Then, pressing her breasts against his cock, she massaged it. 

"Oh, honey-that's fantastic. How'd you ever get so turned-on tonight? Ain't 
been stepping out on me?" 

Kissing the head of his penis, she looked up at Lee and smilingly assured 
him, "With a cock like this in my own bed-who needs to cheat?" 

"You've got a point there," Lee laughed, "and you've got a ripe prick too-so 
fasten your mouth on it and start sucking, baby, cause I'm loaded, and I 
don't want to shoot my gun off all over your tits." 

"Alright," she agreed, and quickly, she slipped her mouth over his penis and 
started sucking in earnest. Now, his hands guided her, as his body pitched 
in the first cocksuck his wife had given him. 

"Ohhh, honey," Lee panted, as he thrust his tool down his wife's throat, and 
began giving her a hot throat-fuck. "Baby, is that ever fantastic!" 

"Suck it," he blurted, "Eat that prick!" Delighted, he'd discovered a side 
of her, that enjoyed wild sex, he did all kinds of things with his penis. 
Feeling how it felt sliding down her throat, and then slipping farther 
out-so her mouth could cop the head of it. Her tongue darted about it now, 
like a pro, stimulating him to where he could hardly hold back his juices a 
moment more. 

"Suck that dick," he demanded, "Eat my prick-get the juice out of 
it-ahhhh-I'm loaded tonight, honey-that's it-suck it!" 

Now, he couldn't keep it in her mouth. The excitement built until he had to 
ram it home. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhhhh, suck it-" he panted, as his penis started to ooze, and she 
got her first taste of his sperm. 

"Ohhhh, honey," he moaned, "Come on-eat it-suck the juice out of 
it-ahhh-ohhhhh-yes, faster-faster. Ohhhh, baby, I'm almost there. Play with 
me, finger my nuts. Ahhhh-ohhhhhhh!" 

The sperm shot out of his penis, and down her throat before she could get a 
lick of it. He rammed it down there, and holding her in place continued 
thrusting until he'd unloaded his shaft. 

"Ohhhhh-ahhhhhh, baby, that's wild," he yelped, as he lay back, and 
luxuriated in the after-fuck relaxation that went through his body. 

Marta slipped her mouth off his rod, and lay on his thigh, patting him 
gently. 

"Honey, you really made me happy tonight," Lee smiled. "You really did-you 
put so much feeling into it." 

"Lee," she asked cagily, "Did any other woman do it any better?" 

"What are you talking about?" Lee asked evenly, "I've been faithful, 
baby-I'm no cheater." 

"Alright," Marta laughed, "Before we got married." 

"I was too young then," he told her quickly. 

"You don't like to talk about other women you've made it with-why not?" 

"There's nobody but you, baby-what do I want to bother talking about other 
women for?" 

"I'm just curious-that's all!" 

"Come up here, and let me hold you," Lee said gently, and Marta moved up to 
him. His arms instantly went about her, and his lips pressed down on hers. 
His tongue slid inside her mouth, and he used his tongue as if it were a 
penis thrusting her. Her tongue slid under his tongue as he tantalized her 
mouth with his lovemaking. His hand reached down to grip her buttocks, as he 
continued his tongue jabbing inside her mouth. 

He got so hard, she pulled away, not wanting to try to pump it all the way 
back to life with her mouth again. 

"Why haven't we done this before?" he shook his head, smiling excitedly, 
"There are so many things we can do-if we're not uptight about sex." 

"I'm not uptight about sex or anything else," she assured him. "It's just 
that you've been sooo good to me, luv, I wanted to say 'thank you'-and-" 

"You said it with a blow-job," Lee laughed, "a beautiful cocksuck!" 

"I guess I'm just grateful we could help out a poor kid who would be an 
orphan if we didn't take him in." 

And for the first time, Lee caught the connection with his wife's frenetic 
frenzy in bed and Greg's presence in the house. 

"Did it mean that much to you, honey?" 

"Yes," she smiled, and nodded, thinking to herself, you'll never know just 
how much! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The next morning, Marta let Lee sleep in. He hated to have to get up and go 
to work early every morning, and she knew he needed to take it easy on 
Saturday mornings. So, she got up quietly, slipping out to the kitchen to 
fix breakfast for her new son, and her husband. 

Gregg was up already when she came through the living room. He was sitting 
there, looking tense and troubled, and this bothered her. 

"Good morning, Gregg," she smiled. 

"Morning," he said sullenly. 

"You can call me Mom," she said, walking over to him and kissing him on the 
side of the cheek, but the young boy didn't stir. She went into the kitchen, 
and started the bacon frying, and a moment later, Gregg came in. 

"I want to go back to-" 

"No," she smiled, "You're our new son. And we're going to get you a 
motorcycle-" 

Just as she said that, Lee walked in. 

"Are we?" he asked abruptly. 

"Honey, I thought it would be nice for both our boys to have motorcycles and 
go places on them. Wouldn't that be great?" Seeing how happy it made his 
wife to contemplate the boys having fun, Lee went along with it. 

"Sure, honey-" he nodded, gulping it a little as he thought of the money his 
nod would cost him. 

Gregg was so happy, he went to thank Lee. 

"Oh, thank you-thank you so much," he exclaimed, and seeing how delighted it 
made him, it did make Lee happy that his wife was so happy-yet the expense 
bothered him. 

Sitting down at the breakfast table, Lee asked Gregg, "Do you know anything 
about your parents?" 

Gregg didn't answer. Marta had concealed the information she'd read on the 
report, hoping that it would never have to surface for fear Lee would then 
oppose the adoption. The background was anything but positive-father in 
jail, and mother taking her own life. 

"Gregg," Lee insisted, "won't you tell me a bit about yourself?" 

With tears welling in his eyes, realizing this revelation might be the thing 
that would change Lee's mind about the adoption, he spoke barely above a 
whisper, "My old man is in jail, my Mom killed herself." 

Lee shot a disgusted glance at Marta, figuring she probably knew all along 
but wouldn't tell him because she was so determined to adopt another son, in 
spite of anything and everything. 

"Would you like some more coffee, dear?" Marta asked her husband. 

"Alright," he replied, as she went to the stove to get the coffee pot. 
Returning, she poured the coffee nervously, spilling some. 

"Gregg is his own man," Marta said defensively. "What his father or mother 
did doesn't matter. What he can become is what does matter." 

Realizing the wisdom in what she had to say, Lee nodded, "I guess you're 
right, honey. No reason to mention it again." 

Gratefully, Gregg looked at Lee, "Thanks-a lot of people hold it against you 
for what your parents did-but it isn't fair-is it?" 

"Absolutely not," Lee acknowledged, "Each man must be judged by what he 
does-" 

Realizing his words held such import, gave him a nice ego-trip, for his own 
son Earl seldom paid much attention to anything he had to say. Maybe it 
would be good to have a second son, he mused. 

When breakfast was over, they went into the living room and read the morning 
paper. Next, Marta went shopping. She vowed she'd give Gregg some good food 
when he was finally in a home. When she asked the local butcher for the best 
steaks he had in the place, he asked, "Got company?" 

"No," she smiled, "but we're welcoming a new son-" 

Perplexed, the butcher smiled, "What?" 

"Not me," she assured him, "we're adopting a boy about Earl's age-so he can 
have a buddy and not grow up the spoiled only child." 

"Congratulations," the butcher told her, "That's real great! We have four 
kids, and they learn to give and take a lot." 

"That's nice," she smiled, as he wrapped up the steaks, and handed them to 
her. 

Lee and Gregg didn't do much talking when she was gone. Gregg was thinking. 
He was feeling guilty as hell, knowing he was moving in on Lee's wife, as 
well as his house. 

"Do you like sports?" Lee asked him, trying to bring him out. 

"Oh, yes-sure-" 

"What sports do you like the most?" 

"Baseball-football, I guess." 

"Those are two of my favorite, and I like bowling. I'm on a bowling team and 
go every week to bowl. Sports teaches a man fair play. And there's nothing 
more important a man can learn," he smiled in a fatherly manner. 

Now, feeling a flood of guilt, knowing his having sex with Lee's wife was 
far from fair play, he nervously got up and started to pace the floor. 

Just then, Marta came in the door with her arms full of groceries. 

"Hi, Honey," Lee smiled, "Now, let me help you." Instinctively, Gregg went 
over to help her too. As the two men struggled to help her, they almost 
seemed like rivals for a moment. 

Lee took Gregg out for a drive in the afternoon, and that night Marta had a 
marvelous meal fixed for both of them. When it came time to go to bed, after 
watching teevee a few hours, Gregg went up to his room, and Lee looked at 
Marta with hot desire, burning in his loins. 

Instantly, Marta picked it up, and she wasn't overly anxious to go to bed. 
She knew he wanted sex for the second night, and Gregg had turned her on so 
much, she wished she could join him in bed-but that would be wrong-he was 
going to be their adopted son. She had to keep reminding herself of this. 
Yet, he wasn't her own flesh and blood, so it wasn't as if she would be 
guilty of incest. 

"Honey," Lee smiled, "I'm real sleepy-shall we go to bed?" 

"You don't look sleepy," she smiled, "sure you don't want to watch the 
teevee late show?" 

"I want to look in the mirror and watch our own late show-," he grinned 
knowingly. 

"Alright," she said, reluctantly, still wishing she and Gregg could go to 
bed and pick up where they left off in their sexual experimentation. 

"Honey," he said,' "I've got some great ideas-" When they got in the 
bedroom, the first thing Lee did was push the mirrored closet doors shut, so 
they'd provide the mirrored wall he wanted which would permit him to view 
the action. Then, he hastily stripped. He stood there, stark naked, watching 
his wife undress, his penis becoming harder by the moment. 

When she was totally naked too, he slapped her buttocks playfully, and 
asked, "You know there's something I never told you turned me on, honey-" 

"What's that?" she laughed. 

"Your ass," he told her, again tapping her playfully. "I bought a sex book 
and saw a man shoving it up a woman's behind, and ever since then I've 
wanted to try it." 

"You never showed it to me," Marta said tightly. 

"Honey, I thought you'd have a fit. How did I know you wanted to try some 
different things in bed with me?" 

"Show me the book," she insisted. 

"It's in my desk in the den," he shook his head. 

"Go get it," she still insisted. Going to the bathroom, and wrapping a towel 
around his waist, he opened the bedroom door, and walked down the hall, and 
across the living room into the den. He found it where he'd hidden it, under 
a pile of books. Then, he promptly proceeded to leaf through it, licking his 
lips as he looked at the pictures. 

Gregg was awakened by the noise he made, rummaging through the desk, and 
going down the hall. It upset him for he could envision Marta preparing to 
have sex with her husband and he wanted it for himself. 

Lee showed the book to his wife. As she looked at all the pictures, she 
suddenly saw herself performing all those acts with Gregg. She knew it 
now-all kinds of acts could produce every conceivable kind of pleasure. 

"This is what I'd like to do to you," he smiled, showing her a picture of a 
woman bending over on a bed, with her buttocks upturned, and a man was 
sliding his huge tool up there. 

"I don't know about that," Marta said nervously reaching back to stroke her 
behind. 

Baby-read what it says-it won't hurt anything-just have to use something to 
grease it a little and slide it up there-that's all-" 

Then, he showed her a second picture. The woman was on the edge of the bed, 
her buttocks on a pillow. The man was standing, with his hands touching the 
back of his legs. And the woman's anus was taking in his penis. Her feet 
were on his chest, as they managed to have sex in this position. 

"You sure like it that way-don't you?" Marta shrugged, "I suppose you want 
to ram it up there-" 

"And sock it to you," Lee smiled enthusiastically. The next color photo was 
a double torso shot not showing the face of either the man or the woman. 

The woman was lying on her back, and her legs were up and drawn back. The 
man was ramming his dick in from behind, and holding her outspread thighs 
down while he pumped it to her. 

"Just look at that," Lee enthused, reaching down and stroking his penis. 
"Doesn't that look like fun?" 

"It depends," Marta told him flatly, "For the man-sure I'll bet he gets a 
real charge out of ramming it up some poor female's sore ass, but it 
wouldn't be as much fun if he had one going up his-" 

"I don't know," Lee shrugged, "Seems some women like to use a dildo." 

Turning to the next page, she got another jolt. There was a large color 
photo of a woman, thrusting in a dildo, with the man's legs sticking up over 
her shoulders. 

"Alright," she said, "I suppose you won't be satisfied until I let you fuck 
my asshole. Where'd you get that book?" 

"A guy at work had it, and I asked him if I could read it-" 

"Well, take it back to him," Marta insisted. "I don't know what you're going 
to find next in that darned thing." 

"Alright, if you want me to," he smiled, but he knew his wife didn't mean a 
word she was saying, for she was thumbing through the book herself. She ran 
across one page that flipped her out. There was a picture of a man's 
buttocks, and all angled so that as he lay on his back, and flipped his legs 
over, the female could grip his buttocks with both hands, and lick all 
around his tight anus. This was something she'd never thought of and was 
quite frankly surprised to see it depicted in glowing color. 

Looking over her shoulder, Lee panted, "Mmmmm-good, that's what ass sucking 
is-want to eat my ass out?" 

"In a pig's eye," she snapped, but she still couldn't close the book. It was 
far to fascinating, she was finding out. The next picture showed a man on 
his back, holding one leg up, offering a graphic view of his genitals. A 
woman was down there, her tongue stabbing his behind. She read the caption 
beneath the picture curiously, 'Oral-genital stimulation of either partner's 
genital area, utilizing the mouth, tongue and lips of one or more 
individuals'- 

"Oh, Wow," she sighed, "They do everything!" 

And then there appeared a series of color photos depicting vividly 
oral-genital sex, and how it can be done. 

"If you'd study this little book-maybe we would become fantastic fuckers," 
her husband smiled. The first picture depicted a woman nibbling at the head 
of the penis, and it explained her action with a caption beneath: 

"Teasing and nibbling, the head of the penis with the tongue builds up the 
correct sequence to produce ultimate stimulation" 

"See, baby," he smiled, "There's cocksucking technique. You don't just 
gobble it, and expect a man to get the best suck." 

"I'm sorry if I didn't do it good enough for you," Marta snapped, "Maybe you 
should go to a pro-they've got cocksucking down to a science-I'm sure!" 

"Oh, honey. Get off the ego-trip. See that next picture, that's how the 
broad really gives him a wild suck. She licks the glans-the underside 
slowly-read it yourself." 

Curious, she did read on-'the glans, or underside of the penile shaft is 
indeed the most sensitive portion of the penis. When it is correctly licked, 
and sucked it will produce voluptuous sensations. It is important to lick it 
slowly, never rushing the action. The mouth can then cover it, and a suction 
can be built up. Following this, an erotic sensation can be produced by 
letting the lower lip drag over the head. Many men find this almost as 
exciting as the moment of climax!- 

"There's a lot to this," Marta admitted, reading on, " 'Let the mouth travel 
to the base of the penile shaft, utilizing the fingers at all times to 
produce erotic sensations in the testicles. It is this combined action, that 
produces the best results, leading to the ultimate orgasm'- 

"Oh, wow!" Marta smiled, reading on. 

"What are you smiling at?" 

"Just listen to this, honey. It says, 'Once you have the male organ 
stimulated and hard, it is good to stop, and utilize the tongue to stimulate 
the anal area'-and they've got this picture to illustrate." 

She lifted up the color photo of the attractive brunette whose tongue was 
whipping around the man's anus. 

The next shot showed the woman's hand pumping the man's penis vigorously, 
with the caption underneath it 'Rim and Jackoff-a bedtime favorite', and he 
felt his hand going to stroke his own stiff penis. 

The book was a marvel of ingenuity, for it not only supplied close-up color 
photos, but it guided the participants in a detailed manner as to how to 
make it. Now, Lee was so hot he could hardly control himself. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Now, Lee begged her, "Baby, just lick my ass out before I fuck yours-haven't 
I been good to you?" 

"Have you?" she asked. 

"Look, didn't I let you bring that kid into our home-that was all your 
idea-and I didn't make a big fuss over the fact his dad is in the pen. A lot 
of husbands would have blown their stack then-and you know it." 

At that very moment, Gregg whose curiosity had gotten the best out of him 
was standing in his pajamas in the hall, listening to them. He waited now 
with baited breath to hear what Marta would have to say. 

"Honey-I'll have some fun with you, but don't you ever mention Gregg's 
father to me again. It's the boy-not the father that matters to me, and 
don't you ever forget it." 

This made Gregg's chest swell with pride. At last he'd found someone who 
would stand up for him. He tiptoed closer to see what else he might hear. 

"Baby, I'm waitin' for you," Lee smiled, as he held his behind up, sliding a 
pillow under his buttocks. She got on the bed, and said, "Alright, 
honey-I'll suck on your ass and pull on your prick, if that'll make you 
happy!" 

"It sure will," he enthused, as she crouched at his crotch, and she let her 
tongue whip around his tight anal opening. His anus quivered. 

"Oh, baby, it's fantastic! Let it slide way up there!" She reached up, and 
began pulling on the penis at the same time, as her tongue stabbed his hot 
behind. 

The tongue kept sliding up there, and he kept wiggling. She could feel his 
hard penis about ready to burst, and she found this exciting and stimulating 
to herself. 

"Lick my ass out," he begged her, "Ohhh-baby-that's it, suck it for me!" 

Her tongue whipped around his anus, in between thrusts, and he wiggled so 
much, she had some difficulty keeping it sliding up his slippery hole. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhh-I never had it so good," he panted, "Yes-hot mama-suck it!" 

Gregg who was standing in the hall got so excited as he imagined what it 
looked like for them to be going at it this way, reached down and stroked 
his meat. Finally, he had to slip it out of his pajamas and pump on it. 

"Yes, yes, eat it-Eat that prick," he panted, and he reached down to feel of 
his balls, as her hand methodically pulled on his stiff dick. 

To her own surprise she discovered she was turned-on by the smell of his 
loins, the sight of his hairy genitals, and it was with great delight, she 
shot her tongue in and out of his hot behind. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhhh, uhhhhhh," he groaned, twisting and writhing on the bed as she 
licked away. Now, it was too much for Gregg. He had to see what was going 
on. Carefully, he opened the door just a tiny crack and managed to get a 
look. What he was looking at got him so excited he pumped furiously on his 
penis. 

"Ohhh-ahhhhhh-yes, yes, suck it! Suck that cock," he begged her, and she let 
her tongue trail out of his anus, glomming on his penis suddenly, and then 
he quivered so much, he knew he couldn't continue to let her lick for long 
if he was going to stab her behind. 

"That's enough-that's enough," he panted excitedly, "Get your mouth off it-I 
want to fuck your ass." 

As Gregg watched through the small crack in the door, he determined that 
someday Marta would lick his ass out, suck his cock again, and when he saw 
the next position, he was indeed stimulated. 

Marta rolled over on her back, and drew her legs up, spreading them. Lee 
went to get some vaseline, and began rubbing it all over the head of his 
penis. Next, he rubbed some around her hot behind, and then he knelt behind 
her drawnup legs, pressing his hands down on her thighs. 

"You ready for me?" he smiled at his wife, admiring her beautiful breasts, 
her blonde hair flung across the pillow, enjoying the half-fear, half-desire 
tugging at her as she saw him grasp his penis, and start to shove. 

"Take it easy," she begged, "Don't wreck me with that thing!" 

"I won't hurt you, honey," he smiled, enjoying the sensation of sliding his 
tool up her tight anus. 

"Now, this isn't going to hurt one bit, baby-if you'll relax!" 

"That's easy for you to say," she said nervously, "It's not your asshole 
that has to accommodate eight inches of cock!" 

The radio was playing 'Symphony' as he thrust it up her, and because he did 
it smoothly, it did slide in like a symphony. 

"Ohhh-baby, this is beautiful up there," he smiled excitedly. "Yes-yes-I 
like it!" 

Once it was inserted, and Marta could relax, she quickly discovered that 
this was indeed a beautiful sensation, and she accepted this form of sex as 
perfectly natural. 

Still keeping his hands on her thighs, as she kept her legs drawn back, Lee 
commented, "Baby, this angle makes it the easy way to assfuck! Sometime, 
we'll have to try the other ways." 

"Sock it to me," she stammered, "Again! Faster! Harder!" When Lee caught on 
how much his wife was enjoying this, he ignited, and rammed it home. 

"Baby, you're beautiful. This is virgin-ass-I can tell that. I'm traveling 
where nobody's been before-" 

Gregg was jerking now, one hand cupping his balls, the other pulling it as 
hard as he knew how. 

"Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Fuck me-fuck me! Swing your ass around," Lee gasped in 
delight, realizing how exciting this angle could be. His hands pressed down 
hard on her thighs, as he swung in gear. 

"Yes, baby, yes-grab that dick! Twist your tail! Fuck it, honey!" 

Marta's anus gripped his penis tightly, as he slid it swiftly in and out. 

' 'Ohhh-ahhhhhhhhhh-yes-yes-fuck-fuck-fuck it!" he begged, as she turned on 
the heat, and began giving his penis a wild workout. 

"Ohhh-ahhhhhh! That's it, baby, now-Fuck! Fuck!" Suddenly, his hands 
released her thighs, and she threw them around his waist. Once he'd gotten 
it in, they didn't have to hold this position much longer. 

She swung her buttocks up to meet his cockthrust, and he drove it to her, 
letting his hands reach out to grip her breasts and pinch the erect nipples. 
She cried out in erotic delight. 

"Baby, you're beautiful. Ram it-ram it home!" 

Her turn-on, let him know he was right-on, and he drove it to her with, hot 
cock, sliding force. 

"Fuck it, fuck it-I want it all baby-every fucking inch! Give it to me," she 
cried, clawing the sheets in her erotic frenzy. 

Gregg enjoyed one thing most of all as he panted; he liked to watch the 
huge, greased penis sliding way in, and pulling way out. It gave him the 
same feeling almost as if he was driving it up her hot asshole himself. His 
hand didn't let up for one minute, as the swollen head of his penis appeared 
about to burst any second. 

"Ahhh-ohhhhh give, baby, give! Faster! That's it, hot slot-faster!" 

She ground her hips around, giving him the movements he wanted to get his 
gun off. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhhhh, now, baby, now! I'm riding your asshole, baby-and it is 
fannnntastic!" 

"Ahhh-ohhhhh-I never knew sex could be beautiful," she sighed, looking up at 
Lee thrusting it to her like a teenager. 

Suddenly she thought of Gregg. She imagined what it would be like to have 
this young teenage stud, drive his fresh, young penis up her eager, hot 
hole. She knew she could give him an erotic asshole ride he'd never forget, 
and she determined to do so, at the very first opportunity. 

Little did she know that at that very moment, the young stud of her dreams 
stood outside watching, with matching thoughts about her. 

"Fuck it! Fuck it!" her husband demanded, as his body began vibrating with 
sweat and passion, as he continued ramming it to her. 

She didn't let up her movements for one moment, as she would grip his penis, 
the same way she'd learned to do in her vagina, and then release it, 
providing the alternating excitement she needed so much. 

"Screw me, baby-screw it!" He was just about there, and so was she, finding 
that his ass-thrusts could produce the same orgasm excitement that the anal 
thrusts were able to do. 

"Ohhh, yes-yes!" she grunted. Meantime, outside Gregg fouled himself up by 
shooting his wad. He couldn't hold back the sticky stuff a second longer. It 
splattered all over his hand, and dribbled onto the carpet, much to his 
chagrin. But, now that didn't matter. All that did was deriving the most 
intense pleasure he was capable of obtaining by continuing to pump his 
penis, Until all the juice spurted out of it. 

Back in the bedroom, Marta had reached the point where she could only make 
small, sexy gasps, as her husband drove it to her. 

"Ohhh, baby-get it off," she begged, eager to feel her husband's hot cum 
shoot up her hole. "Let me feel you shoot!" Now, he wasn't saying anything. 
His hands had returned to her thighs, as she arched her legs back, so he 
could get the best possible thrust up her. 

And then it happened. "Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Milk me," he gasped, "Milk my juicy 
prick, baby! Milk it!" 

She did indeed milk him, and the excitement that her tight, gripping anus 
provided as she milked him, surprised him no end. 

"Yes, baby, yes-fuck-fuck-Fuck me!" 

"I'm coming too-I'm coming," she gasped, as she felt herself climaxing with 
her husband. The juices gushed, trickling down her moist vagina, and around 
her genitals. The juicy sight that greeted Lee's eyes had him happy, indeed. 

"Baby," he smiled, "Baby, baby, baby-aren't you beautiful!" Carefully, he 
slid his tool out of her anus, and then, pressing his legs down beside her 
on the bed, proceeded to brush his hairy chest back and forth across her 
breasts, as his tongue licked her lips, and then he kissed her passionately. 

"Love me?" he smiled. 

"You know I do," she nodded, "You're really quite a guy, Lee!" 

Now, Gregg, whose gun had gone off, creating a mess on the tell-tale light 
blue carpeting could think of nothing else to do but wipe it up off the 
floor with the bottom half of his pajamas. He slid out of his pajamas, and 
wadding them up, tried wiping up his white sperm. 

Try as he would, he couldn't seem to get it all off. Then, he got to his 
feet, and hustled down the hall with his pajamas still wadded up, and his 
bare naked behind showing, his still erect penis flipping before him, as he 
bounded upstairs. As he lay there, he couldn't get to sleep. Perhaps it was 
because the pajamas were all wadded up and the lower half of him was bare 
naked. 

Yet, he didn't know. He turned over on his stomach, and as his penis pressed 
against the bed, he felt his impossible hard-on, that wouldn't let him 
sleep. 

Vividly, he could recapture the whole scene. He could see her tongue 
thrusting up his tight anus, and he could just imagine how super-exciting it 
would be to have his new mom's tongue lashing away at his asshole in the 
very same manner. Pressing down, he found pleasure. Reaching down, he 
pressed onto his own hand, imagining at the same time that he was being 
ass-licked by Marta. He could just see her pink tongue extending to touch 
his anus. She could just feel it slipping up there. This excitement made him 
quiver, and he vowed he would make her eat his ass out. He had plenty on her 
now. She was an adult. He was a minor. She would know better than to seduce 
a kid like me, he justified his thinking of how he could force her to eat 
ass-his ass. 

She could be pulling my meat, while she stabs my asshole, and I could watch 
her big knockers jiggling all the while. Man, oh, man that would be fucking, 
he said aloud to himself. Fucking, fucking, fucking. 

And the more he thought about it, the more stimulated, he became. Now, he 
was pressing down in rhythmic pacing, the hot pleasure building in his loins 
with every press. He reached around and stroked his own behind, simulating 
what it might feel like if she'd touch him there. 

Then, he imagined her legs outstretched-inviting him. Her tight anus would 
be his target, just as it had been for his soon-to-be foster father. He'd 
press down hard on her thighs, to hold her in place so he could insert his 
penis all the way up there and give her a good, hard fucking. 

He imagined what it might feel like to fuck an asshole. He'd fucked his 
share of cunts, but never thought of sliding it up the back door. Now, with 
his penis pushing hard against his own hot hand, he imagined how exciting 
this would be. 

"Fuck it," he panted to himself, as he imagined her accepting him up there. 
"Yes-yes, baby-fuck it," he told her tightly, even though she wasn't there. 
At this point, fantasy merged with reality, and it made no difference. His 
penis wasn't pressing against his own hand-not now-it was thrusting up 
Marta's twisting hot hole, and she was asking for more inches. He was gladly 
accommodating her request, sliding it higher, still higher, and then-the 
explosion! He felt the sperm in his penis shoot, as he pressed down hard for 
the final imaginary thrust. 

"Uhh, ohhh-ahhh," he moaned, and the sticky substance flooded his hand, 
splashing on the sheet. 

Reaching down, he gripped his wadded up pajamas, and wiped up the sticky cum 
as best he could. Then, throwing the bedcovers back, to let his hot body 
cool off, he sighed, "Marta-ohhhh, Marta, baby-I've got to fuck you!" 

Finally, he fell asleep. But his sleep was troubled with disturbing 
thoughts, as the conflict between his conscious mind, and subconscious 
desires pulled him this way-then that. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Meantime, Marta was thinking of Gregg, and found it difficult to sleep. She 
desired him close to her, she wanted to feel his hot hands on her body, and 
she determined she would have sex with him-every way it was possible to have 
sex. 

Finally, she fell off to sleep, and the next morning was awakened by the 
feel of her husband's tongue sliding on her vagina. She marveled that he was 
becoming so sexually obsessed, but insomuch as it was a pleasant way to wake 
up, she didn't complain. His hands gripped her around her hips, as his face 
buried down between her legs, and his tongue whipped around her moist 
vagina. 

"Oh, baby-what a way to wake up?" 

"Isn't it delicious?" he smiled up at his blonde, pert wife, who finally 
lifted her legs, wrapping them around his head, as he lavished her vagina 
with his kisses, and finally, licked along its smooth surface. 

"Lick me-lick me there," she urged him on, as the passionate desires surged 
within her own body. Lee licked, enjoying every succulent second of his 
exciting adventure into the byways of sex. Suddenly, his tongue stiffened, 
and he pumped it into her, like a penis. 

Throwing her pelvis up, she felt his tongue sweeping around the hot walls of 
her vagina, making small little jabs, licking, exciting, stimulating her. 

"Ohhh-ahhhh, yes, baby, yes," she begged, and his tongue savagely lashed her 
clitoris, as she twisted and turned, never losing her leg grip around his 
neck. 

"Suck my cunt," she urged him, "Eat it-eat my pussy, baby-ohhhh-yes-yes-like 
that!" 

Now, that the inhibitions were gone, Lee was lavishing his pent up desires 
on his wife's sex organ. He felt no disgust, no disdain-but rather wanted to 
express all his love the best way he knew how-the most intimate way he knew 
how. And this connection, of his tongue lashing at her clitoris, deliciously 
appropriate. 

At the same time, his wife Marta was developing a propensity for sexual 
excitation, she never before knew existed. She only regretted the year that 
had swept by in their lives without this kind of intense sexual pleasure. 
She kicked herself for never going out for every kind of pleasure, wondering 
what invisible chain held her captive to a Puritan concept that made any 
mouth-genital sex connections seem wrong or disgusting. Now, that she was 
experiencing it herself, she realized how wrong such thinking was. For this 
shattering moment, the only thing that mattered in the world was her 
husband's licking tongue, whipping affectionately around her clit. 

"Eat it, love it-ohhhhh, baby-do me-do me," she begged, and the more excited 
she became the more stimulated he became. 

"Yes-yess-suck it-suck it," she insisted, and a moment later the passion 
peaked, and she gushed in his mouth. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhhh-yes-yess," she gasped. 

Her husband got a mouthful, and he enjoyed it immensely. He didn't pull his 
tongue out her snatch until he'd finished her. 

Then, pulling his face away from her, he asked, "You okay, honey?" 

"Sure, baby-how about you?" 

"I'm hard," he smiled, "could you suck it for me?" 

"Baby," she smiled, unwrapping her legs from around his neck, "This is like 
a second honeymoon!" 

"It's our first," Lee laughed, as he lay back, and held his penis up. "When 
I balled you that first time, you and I were green kids. We didn't know a 
damn thing about all this." 

Getting down between his legs, she smiled up at him, "And too bad, too, 
baby!" 

"Why don't you slide a pillow under your ass?" she suggested, as he wadded 
up a pillow, and pushed it under his behind. Then, he spread his buttocks 
for her, and told her, "Honey, let me jerk it off this time, and you can 
focus the action on my asshole. How about that?" 

"Alright, anything you want," she whispered, as she let her tongue lick 
along his inner thigh. He reached for his penis, and began pumping slowly, 
as she let her tongue trail all around his inner legs, and around his 
scrotum, and ball sack. 

"You can suck on the balls too," he told her, as he pumped slowly away. 

She licked all along his scrotum, and then she opened her mouth, taking one 
testicle inside and sucking softly. 

"Yes-yes-like that," he panted, pleased to have her sucking on it, "but 
baby-why don't you slip both of them in your mouth and suck that way." 

She took them both in her mouth, getting a mouthful, and sucked smoothly, 
while he pumped. 

Then, she decided it might excite him if she slid one finger up his behind, 
and slowly, easing one finger up his tight anus, she went on sucking his 
testicles, as he pumped his penis. The three way genital excitation gave him 
an erotic surprise; the firm pulling action on his staff, combined with her 
finger gliding up his anus, as well as the action of her mouth on his two 
balls, gave him a super sensation. 

"Honey, that's great, see baby, if we experiment around a little we can find 
all kind of things we can do-and enjoy!" 

"Sure, baby," she told him, "That's it-" Now that her mouth was empty, she 
moved it closer to his bare behind, and let her tongue lavishly lick along 
his tight quivering anal opening. 

"Ahhh-ohhhhh-why is it, baby, that your sticky, wet tongue whipping around 
my asshole gets me so excited?" 

This, she didn't answer. Her face was too close to his privates, her tongue 
dipping, and lifting, and sliding around his hot hole for her to think of 
anything but keeping her tongue actively exciting his genitals. 

Suddenly the desire to thrust it up there seized her. And, stiffening, she 
jabbed it up her husband's asshole, feeling his loins shake with excitement 
as she did so. 

"Ohhh, baby-you don't know how great that feels," he told her. "Keep it up! 
Lick my ass clean baby-lick it real good!" 

She liked his lusty, hot demands, felt for a moment like a whore who'd been 
ordered by her purchaser to please him in the most demeaning manner, which 
would turn him on. 

"Baby-suck that ass out," he begged, as she got a tongue stabbing pace which 
matched his hand job on his own penis. Together they were building-building! 

"Now, honey-now," he told her, "glom on my dong, and suck it off!" 

She could tell by his quivering, turned-on threshing around, he had to be 
eaten quickly, and she speedily went to work on it, letting her tongue slip 
out of his hot asshole, and licking lovingly along the underside of his 
penis until she copped it in her mouth and started sucking. 

The moment she had it in her mouth, the things she'd read in the sex book 
flashed back to her. Lavish the top with slowly, moving licks. Let the mouth 
slip off the head every now and then, so the underside-the glans portion of 
the penis-the most sensitive area of the male sex organ, can quiver to your 
cocksuck. She let her lower lip drag over this area, and sure enough, 
produced a fantastic response in her husband, who just gasped for air, 
"Honey, you don't know what you're doing to me ... I love it when you let 
your lip drag over my dick! Do it again, baby-yes-yes-do it, baby, do it!" 

Glad, she was able to help him achieve his erotic stimulation, she repeated 
the lip-dragging over the glans of his penis action, producing more vibes in 
him. 

"Yes-yes-baby," she moaned in delight! "Now, now, you're sucking. Eat it, 
cocksucker-eat it!" 

His hot hands were on her, as his penis prepared to shoot its hot load of 
cream. 

All at once she began shaking. Her vibes coming from the anticipation of 
sucking it off, and getting a mouthful of creamy, thick sperm-which she 
enjoyed tasting. 

"Baby, these balls are loaded," Lee assured her, "Go after the juice! Yes, 
yes, cocksucker-suck!" 

She let her mouth glide up and down the length of the shaft, to its base, 
and her other hand worked with his testicles, massaging them, playing with 
them like toys. 

"I'm almost there," he warned her, "Keep your mouth fastened on the end of 
it, baby-'cause you're going to get to soon!" 

And then, it happened. The hot cum flashed through his penis, and into her 
mouth. She was grateful she wasn't at the other end of it, at the base-which 
wouldn't allow her mouth the mobility that being on the end of it did. Her 
tongue licked precious white juice. It exhilarated her to accept his love 
offering, in liquid form. 

"Ohhh-yes-yessss, baby, suck it all out. Eat it, eat it ohhh-ahhhhhh-suck my 
prick!" 

Both hands gripped her, guiding her over it, as she finished sucking the 
juice out of his joystick, not once taking her fingers off his testicles. 

"Suck! Suck! Suck it dry!" 

She did indeed suck his penis dry, for she loved the sweet taste of his 
sperm, and when she finally pulled off his hot rod, she whispered, "Thanks, 
baby-" 

"Thanks?" he laughed, "Ohhh, honey-you don't know how good you've been to 
me. This is what I've needed. Communication, baby-and there's no better way 
for a man and woman to communicate than with this cock and mouth 
connection!" 

"I-I guess it is the most intimate way to make it," she smiled, happy to see 
the smile flashing on his face, at the moment completely forgetful of 
Gregg-overcome by her husband's passionate play to train her in erotic 
variations. 

"Baby," he whispered, "I'll take you someplace-a trip-I'll buy you 
something-but I've got to show my appreciation!" 

"For what-loving you?" 

He nodded, bending over to lick her breasts. 

"You don't have to take me anywhere or give me anything, but yourself," she 
said softly. 

Her not using this delighted moment for some selfish demand turned Lee on 
all the more. 

"The best thing I ever did in my life was marry you, honey," he smiled. 

"That goes double," she nodded, and his lips crushed on hers passionately, 
as his tongue slipped inside her mouth, sliding over her tongue excitedly. 

His hand reached down to grasp her buttocks. 

"Does that ever feel good?" she whispered, pulling away from his mouth a 
minute. 

Suddenly both of his hands were grasping her buttocks, and he was squeezing 
them ever so gently. 

"I like your ass," he smiled, "I really do!" 

"Sure," she giggled, "You're just saying that 'cause you want to fuck it!" 

"Anything wrong with that?" 

"No-nothing-nothing at all," she laughed, "But it's just a pity I can't 
screw your behind, you know that!" 

"You can," Lee laughed, "Don't you remember that picture where that broad is 
shoving it up a guy's ass with a dildo!" 

"A dildo-oh, yes-you mean that plastic prick!" 

"Yes," he smiled, "That makes it possible, honey-and my ass is 
yours-whenever you want it." 

His hands were massaging her buttocks playfully, and she could tell how much 
he enjoyed doing it-so she reached around, and gripped his behind in her 
hands. 

"Mmmmm-feels good," she teased. 

Then, they kissed once more, and he again brushed his hairy chest across her 
soft breasts, making the nipples turn a rosy red, as the blood rushed 
through her body again. 

"You're beautiful," Lee said softly. 

"You never said that in ages-why?" 

"Why now?" 

"Because," he smiled, "When two people understand and love each other so 
much they'll do anything to make their sex partner happy, that has to be 
beautiful-doesn't it?" 

"Yes, baby, it does," she whispered, peppering the side of his face with 
kisses. Then, she felt him hardening again. She released his buttocks, which 
she'd been massaging, and let her finger slide up between the crack in his 
behind, and pressed the prostate gland. It was hard, and getting harder. She 
let her fingers tickle behind his testicles, and he quivered. 

"Oh, baby-stop it! You're turning me on again, and I can't fuck all day!" 

"Alright," she laughed, "but it does feel good, doesn't it?" 

"You know it," Lee smiled. He let his hands slide off her as she got up off 
the bed, and went to the bathroom, and stepped inside the shower. The hot 
water, and the cold water refreshed her, and with her body aglow from the 
shower, she dried off in the bedroom, with Lee looking at her like he'd 
never seen her before. 

"Honey-what are you looking at? It's been here all these years-and you never 
went ape over me!" 

"Zilch," he chuckled, "I don't know-I guess I'm just a horny kid out on the 
make. I'm sorry!" 

"Don't be sorry," she smiled, going over to him, and looking into his eyes. 
His sincere expression of joy and delight over their new-found sex games 
made her feel equivalent joy rushing through her mind and body. 

"I-I did play around a couple times," he admitted, as if he almost wanted to 
go through a confession. But, Marta wouldn't listen. Putting her hands up to 
his mouth to silence him, she sighed, "That's all the past-it's forgiven-now 
is now! 

"That's beautiful, baby-how many wives who've been loyal like you have would 
be so free to forgive?" 

As her husband's brown eyes looked into her eyes, she felt herself melt. 
Loyal! That was the one word he used to apply to her. And she knew it wasn't 
true-wasn't true at all. A surge of guilt flooded her mind, and she looked 
away. Lee picked up on this. He had been in a perfect communication with his 
wife until that moment, and then, zilch, zooms, and sounds-it was over, and 
she was looking away. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Marta decided to fix a big gourmet breakfast for her new son, and her 
husband. When she served the egg omelets, along with some thin pancakes, and 
some strawberry sauce to cover them, Gregg was beside himself with 
happiness. 

"May I tell you something?" he asked quietly. 

"Certainly," she smiled, "What is it, dear?" 

"It's the food-we never get food like that at the damned place where they 
keep us. This is fantastic! I mean it!" 

"Well, I'm awfully glad you liked our little meal," she smiled, "Now you two 
go for a walk-do whatever you want to do, while I do the dishes." 

"Alright, dear," Lee smiled. "Maybe we'll all go for a ride someplace-" 

"Could we?" Gregg asked eagerly, "I never go anyplace." 

"Sure, son," Lee smiled, patting him on the shoulder. And then the two of 
them went into the den where they read the Sunday newspaper. A few moments 
later, the phone rang and Lee answered it. 

"Hello-yes-yes-those figures are right. Sure they are. Well, I'll explain it 
Monday." 

He listened a moment. 

"I'd like to know today," he insisted. 

"Alright-but I don't appreciate being called to work on Sunday-" 

"Who was that, honey?" his wife asked, tossing off her apron as she came in 
the den. 

"Oh, my boss," he complained, "Wants me to come down to the office and go 
over my sales receipts-says I goofed!" 

"Oh, not on Sunday," Marta complained, "This is disgusting!" 

"You know it," he protested, as he went to the bedroom to get dressed to go 
to the office. As he glided through the living room, he called out to Marta 
and Gregg in the den, "Take the other car and go somewhere-I'll be back 
later-but I don't know when. It's a beautiful day and no use wasting it 
because of me." 

Marta slipped out to kiss him goodbye, "Sorry you can't go with us," she 
told him, and then she went back to the den where Gregg was reading the 
comics. 

"Would you like to go for a ride?" she asked him. 

"Sure, I would," he smiled, and then they both got their sweaters to go out 
in the crisp fall weather and take a spin in Marta's car. 

"This is a beautiful neighborhood," Gregg smiled, "I always used to dream of 
living in a place like this sometime." 

"How old were you, dear-when you left home?" 

"Eleven," he said quietly, "You know it's funny-all of it seems like a dream 
now-like it never really happened to me." 

"All of what?" 

"Well, my Dad was no good, and I mean no good. He was a robber-you might as 
well know. And when somebody tried to stop him, he killed a man." 

"I'm sorry-" 

"So the hell am I," Gregg said bitterly. 

"Why do you think he went that route?" 

"He didn't want to work. He was a lazy bastard even if he was my father. No 
use trying to make up stories about him being so good-because he wasn't 
worth a damn!" 

"You poor kid-you've lived a lot." 

"It was awful. You see, he held up a liquor store downtown. He asked some 
old guy to hand him over the money. The guy was bending down to put some 
groceries on a shelf, and when he got up, this real big shot sonofabitchen' 
father of mine shot him." 

"Oh, God-I know how terrible you must feel." 

"Yes, I do. He got sent up and he deserved the electric chair. I don't see 
why they keep him hanging-in when he's no damn good to anybody." 

"It is hard to know how to look at something like that, I know-but you 
mustn't think about it." 

"I have to sometimes," Gregg said, "It haunts me, and of course I don't dare 
talk about it down at the dormitory. I read about it. Read in the paper how 
the wife of the guy he shot knew he'd hand over all his money if my 
trigger-happy old man would have let him! I wanted to see him fry in the 
worst way, but they got rid of the damned death penalty, and you know 
what-he'll get out on good behavior in seven years-just when I'm eighteen, 
and then I'd like to kill him myself and finish the bastard off." 

Realizing how serious the problem had become in his mind, Marta tried 
quickly to think of something that could counter his rage. 

"You mustn't re-live it. You must forget it!" 

"How can I?" he said in exasperation. "My whole world collapsed because of 
him. Mom killed herself-he murdered her. Everybody looked down on us, and 
this hurt her so much she couldn't take it. So, she called it quits, and 
shot herself in' the head. He should pay for it-it was his fault. And that's 
how I'd like to finish him off-with a bullet in the brain, and me purring 
softly, 'Remember, Mom?'-" 

"Thoughts like this won't help you," Marta insisted, as she parked the car 
on a bluff overlooking the small suburb where they lived. "You've got to rid 
yourself of hate if you're ever going to achieve anything-don't you 
understand?" 

"Maybe you're right," he see-sawed in his thoughts. 

Then, she saw his penis swelling in his pants, and she felt she should set 
the record straight-"I don't think we should have sex with each other 
anymore-it isn't fair." 

"What?" he blurted, "You mean-no more fucks!" 

"I wish you wouldn't be so crude about it," she snapped tightly. "After 
all-just because we had sex doesn't mean you can talk any old way to me-" 

"I'm sorry," he said softly, "but I watched you eat his ass out last night 
before he screwed your asshole-and I-" 

"You what?" 

"You two were making so much noise about it, I had to slip down and see what 
was happening." 

"That's nice," she said evenly. "Yes-real nice!" 

"I promise I'll never spy on you and your husband again," he told her, "but 
I've been around a-lot." 

"I know that," she said evenly. "Tell me about that woman you lived with-I'm 
curious to know." 

He laughed, "What should I tell you?" 

"The truth-" 

"Zowie! The truth hurts. This woman who took me in was a doctor's wife. She 
only wanted me around her to bring her husband back to bed with her." 

"A triangle at fifteen years of age?" 

"Fourteen," Gregg corrected Marta. "You see, this rich bitch-as I might call 
her, had everything. She had a big, posh bedroom with a king-size bed, and 
mirrors and everything." 

"I'll bet you liked it there." 

"I hated it there," he answered, "Everything was so particular. I had to 
wash before dinner, and all kinds of crap like that." 

"How did she get you in bed with her?" Marta asked, curious to know just how 
it happened. 

"Well, she went a circuitous route, I'll tell you that." 

"Go ahead-I'm dying to know." 

"First off, she had a swimming pool in the backyard, and her doctor husband 
was gone most of the time. She told me she liked to swim in the nude, and 
didn't see anything wrong with it-and asked me if I did." 

"What did you say?" Marta laughed, admiring the woman's caginess in getting 
what she wanted. 

"I got balls and I'm not afraid to use them," he smiled, "So I went nude 
swimming with her-after all that was what she wanted, wasn't it?" 

"I guess so-tell me more-" 

"I just took my clothes off in her cabana near the pool, and when I came out 
there she was swimming through the water. The sun beat down through the 
shimmering water, and she looked good enough to eat. When she turned over, 
and did the backstroke, my joint jumped up. She was something to see-I mean, 
she had the biggest knockers I'd seen on any broad. And what a snatch-I got 
so excited seeing her as the sunlight came down on her I thought I'd flip my 
wig." 

"And then?" 

"And then-it was simple! I jumped in after her. I had a big hard on and she 
was hot to trot-I could tell that." 

"You do it in the pool?" 

"The first time-yes," he grinned, "I swam to the shallow end where she was 
standing there-all sexy and gorgeous, and when I got a load of her tits, 
they blew my mind. I smiled, and said, 'Pardon me, while I lick your 
titties', and to my surprise, she didn't object when I bent over and began 
licking. If anything, she encouraged me." 

"What's it like to water-fuck?" 

"Sensational-let me tell you. After I licked the juicy boobs a while, I 
stood up, and guided my missile into orbit. Her cunt muscles grabbed it, and 
she began twisting her ass around so much it made ripples in the water." 

"This was your first time?" 

"Yes, but it wasn't her first time-let me tell you! 

"And then?" 

"I rammed it home, and she kept this up until I got my gun off. It was 
super-fuck time. But, when I exploded and she milked me, something funny 
happened-I was still fuckin' hard." 

"I bet she loved that. These older women need all the cock they can get-" 

"I know," he smiled up at her, resting his hand on her thigh. "Well, she 
suggested that we could go back to her bedroom for a wrap up. And I did. I 
got on that big bed of hers, and she said we were going to sixty-nine-me 
down on her snatch licking up a storm, and her eating my joint! It was a 
really far-out fuck baby-getting my cock sucked while I'm eating her pussy 
out. It marked my first pussy-eating. I'd stabbed my prick up a couple of 
other chicks, but never eaten the damned thing. Anyway, I got my face down 
there, and thrust my tongue inside her, and did her." 

"Did you enjoy it?" 

"Of course I did," he smiled, "She had a way of sucking it that you wouldn't 
believe. I could ram it down her throat, and she'd go for it. And her sweet 
pussy-was it ever fun to lick her cute little cunt, and watch her wiggle her 
ass when I turned her on with my tongue." 

"You're real proud of yourself, aren't you?" she smiled, lifting his hand 
off her thigh. 

"Why did you leave?" 

"That's a sad story," he said disgustedly. "Well, if you must know-I guess I 
can tell you!" 

"What happened was this," he explained, "We got into a regular routine of 
fucking. And when her husband was out for the night, we'd make it in her 
bedroom. I figured she'd make sure the old fucker was gone. One night she 
put on her sexiest black pajamas you could see right through. Really no use 
for her to wear them at all, and then when I'd see her big old tits through 
that filmy kind of material, I'd get so hard I'd almost want to rape her. 
That night-the night I won't forget I could have killed her." 

When Gregg said 'kill', Marta automatically put her hand up to her throat. 
She didn't like to hear him use such words. It was terrible enough his 
father had killed a man, without him resorting to a re-run of the same act. 

"Oh, don't worry-I'm no killer," she said evenly. "I'm sorry you ever found 
out about my old man-now, I'll frighten the fuck out of you." 

"No-no, you won't," Marta smiled, removing her hand and trying to act, 
confident he would bring her no harm. 

"Well, she was so damned appealing I had to have her. So, when she went to 
bed, and lay there in that silky outfit, I slinked in and said, 'how about 
it?' 

"And did she want it?" 

"She sure did," he smiled, "And I rammed it to her!" 

"But her husband came home and found you sixty-nining with his sexy wife! 
I'll bet that blew his mind." 

"It did," Gregg nodded. "But it wasn't my damned fault. She wanted me to 
suck her cunt, and I couldn't resist her." 

"What happened?" 

"Oh, he made a big thing about it, and wanted to fight me with his bare 
fists-so I punched him one in the mouth and knocked his false teeth out. He 
was an old guy, and she was a hot young piece of ass that needed nightly 
fucking." 

"I get it-so she was adopting you to make up for what he lacked!" 

"You said it," he smiled, "and it was fun while it lasted-that is, except 
for one damned thing!" 

"What's that?" 

"It's simply this," he explained, "She took me back, claiming I seduced her. 
Oh, how people like to make up stories, and save their own hides. But, I 
didn't worry-what the hell, I had a good time balling her, and that was all 
I wanted." 

"But you lost out on a good home-maybe if she hadn't have taken you, some 
other family might have." 

"That's true," he nodded, "but you can't cry over spilled milk-can you?" 

"No-no, you can't," she said, "but now I feel guilty. Here, I've involved 
you sexually and you are a minor." 

Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his penis. 

"Does that look like a minor?" 

"You are well hung, baby-but that doesn't mean it's really right for me to 
cheat on my husband, and make it with my new son-or does it?" 

Starting to reach for her hand to grip his tool, he said, "There's nothing 
wrong with what we do! We just want to have some fun-that's all. 

We're not hurting nobody." 

Letting her hand feel him, she said, "Oh, baby-let's go back to the 
house-he's gone, Earl's gone-we can make it." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Alright, if you suck my ass out the way you did your husband's asshole last 
night," he told her. 

"I'd love to but-" 

"It's too dangerous to do it at home," she insisted. "If Lee ever came home 
and caught us making out-I swear to God he'd kill us both." 

"That ticks me off," Gregg said disgustedly, "People think they've got a 
hold on another person's body the rest of their life-just because they get 
married!" 

"I know," she said, "but that's the way it is. 

One thing we could do, baby, is go to a motel and fuck there." 

"Alright," he smiled, "let's get cracking!" 

Marta backed the car up, and went down the road just as eager to have sex as 
he was. But, she thought she'd better stop at a liquor store and buy some 
booze, so she'd relax, because the whole business of going to a motel had 
her so uptight, she was nearly shaking. 

"What you stopping here for?" he asked her when she pulled into a shopping 
center parking lot. 

"I need some liquor," she said evenly, "and I've got to buy something at the 
drugstore." 

Gregg waited for her in the car while she went into the liquor store, and 
bought ice cubes, bourbon, and some seven-up. Going into the drugstore, she 
bought some K-Y jelly so that he would have something to loosen up her 
behind as he drove it up there. When she came back to the car, she got a 
jolt. Gregg had unzipped and pulled out his huge penis. As she saw it, she 
turned to see if anybody was watching. 

"Oh, Gregg-shove it back in your pants," she demanded. 

"It got so wadded up in my pants I had to pull it out and let it stretch," 
he smiled. 

She wasted no time in backing out of her parking slot and driving off. Then, 
she told him flatly, "Honey, you've got to listen to me-" 

"Yes, Mom," he smiled. 

"Don't call me Mom," she snapped defiantly, "At least not when we're going 
to have sex together-" 

"That bother, you, Mom?" young Gregg smiled, as he watched her react. 

"You bet your sweet ass it does," she said evenly, "Look, you're almost 
grown up. You're fifteen years old-when you're eighteen in three short 
years-you'll be a man and the law won't give a damn who you fuck!" 

"Alright, alright," he agreed, "I was only kidding!" 

"You've got a warped sense of humor," she said flatly. Now, she was taking a 
freeway to Carterville, about fifteen miles from where she lived. She hadn't 
told anything about her destination to Gregg and he suddenly became curious. 

"Where you taking me?" 

"You mean, 'where are we going?'-don't you? After all, you asked me to have 
sex with you-didn't you?" 

"Yes," he nodded, "but that doesn't answer my question!" 

"I'm going to another town so nobody will know me. I won't sign in with my 
own name-I don't dare. I don't want anybody ever to be able to trace us-" 

"I bet I know why," he smiled wisely. 

"Why?" she asked, deciding to find out just how crafty this young kid was. 

"Well," he nodded, "Let's face it. Three years is a long ways off. I'm still 
a minor-according to the law-and you're a child molester." The idea of it 
made him laugh, but it didn't make Marta laugh. 

"Damn you," she spit furiously, "I'm no child molester. You're well enough 
hung at fifteen to be a man-and I mean a stud." 

"Gee, thanks," Gregg beamed, "You have just paid me the finest compliment I 
ever got in my life-thank you," he grinned. 

Marta turned off the freeway, and as she drove along the busy boulevard, she 
kept her eyes open for a motel. Finally, she found one she liked. The place 
had rooms on the back of the motel, near the parking lot where a person 
could park. She made it a point to park in the parking lot behind the place, 
and then she went to the office and signed in. 

"How long will you be with us?" the older, genital gentleman asked her. 

"One day," she said. 

"Alright, here's the key-" 

"I would like a place that faces the back parking lot-that's where I'm 
parked." 

Shaking his head, he smiled, "I'm sorry, honey-those go first." 

"Oh, I see!" 

"Um-hum-is there something else I could help you with." 

"No, thank you," she said evenly, and went out of the place disgusted. 

"This looks like a real nice place," he told her. 

"It is," she admitted, "but we're not staying here." 

"Why not?" he demanded. "Why in hell not?" 

"Because," she explained, "If we stay in this place, he can spot every 
damned move we make. 

It's much too dangerous. Don't try it!" 

"Alright," he agreed, as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed down 
the highway again. "This next time I'm going to play it cool," she confided. 

"What you going to do?" 

"Just this," she said, "I'll let you out at a phone booth at a gas station 
not far from the motel I pick. I'll get the phone number and call you back 
just as soon as I get a place. Then you can come there. That's safest 
because even if I get a place, we shouldn't be seen walking in 
together-right?" 

"Right," he replied. Finally, she did spot a place she thought would 
undoubtedly have a room because it was so immense. 

"How about that?" she said, pointing down the highway to a huge motel 
complex called, 'The Vagabond'-. 

"Sure, pull in here at this gas station. They've got three phone booths-I'll 
wait here." 

"Alright," she smiled, as she pulled into the gas station, parking near the 
phone booths. Gregg got out, and went to get the number of one of the 
phones. He returned and told her the number which she quickly wrote down. 

"Wait here, baby-I'll phone you in a minute," she promised. 

"Alright," he smiled. "See you later!" 

Then, she drove down to the Vagabond Motel, parking in their immense lot 
behind the building. As she looked up at all the doors which opened out on 
two tiers of balconies, she felt confident that if it wasn't an out and out 
cat house, it was being used as one by an awful lot of the promiscuous 
public. Going inside, she didn't find any difficulty in getting a place 
behind the building. 

"I'll take a king-size bed too," she said. 

"Certainly," the desk clerk smiled. "That'll be twenty-two dollars." 

"That much?" 

"Everything is going up," he nodded. As she handed him the bills, she 
thought to herself, everybody's going down too. 

Going to the room, she quickly made a drink for herself. Then, with her 
nerves steadied a little, she went to the phone downstairs in the parking 
lot and phoned Gregg. She gave him the room number, and he said he'd be 
right down. She didn't want to face the desk clerk again, so she made sure 
she didn't use the room phone. Going back up to the room, she threw back the 
big bedspread on the king-size bed, preparing it for her young lover and 
herself. The clean white sheets looked so appealing, and she could instantly 
envision Gregg's naked body on the bed. She could see his curly black pubic 
hair, and imagine what it would be like to be licking on his rod, sucking at 
his behind. She didn't have long to wonder, for a knock was soon heard at 
the door. Then, she went over to it immediately and there Gregg stood-eager, 
anxious. 

"Come in, baby," she smiled at him. 

"Okay, Mom," he teased her. 

"I told you-honey-stop calling me Mom, at least when you're going to screw 
me. It makes me feel like I'm some kind of an incest nut." 

"Incest? What's that?" 

"That's what they call doing it with somebody in your own family," she 
explained, going over to pour herself another drink. 

"How about me?" he asked, "I'm thirsty too!" 

"Have a seven-up," she smiled. "Here," and she handed him a bottle of 
seven-up. 

"That's awful," he complained, "I'm not going to confine myself to that 
stuff when you've got booze here." 

"But you shouldn't drink." 

"Who says I shouldn't?" he said, going over and helping himself, pouring the 
bourbon into a glass, adding a small amount of seven-up and a couple ice 
cubes. 

He drank the first one quickly, and started on the second. "Hey, don't drink 
that stuff like that. You sip it-slowly." 

"I do everything fast," he grinned, "I eat fast, I drink fast-I fuck fast. 
Now, get your fucking clothes off so I can lay it on you." 

"Don't talk like that-don't order me around," she demanded. 

Peeling off his clothes rapidly, he smiled, "Don't fool me, baby-you want it 
as bad as I do-wow-that drink sure makes me feel horny." 

"You were horny long before you began drinking," she smiled. And then he 
stood there naked, displaying his manhood proudly, his giant-size penis 
standing up. 

He poured another drink, went over to the bed and stretched out, waiting for 
her to join him. 

"Bet you can't wait to suck it," he smiled, spreading his legs, and holding 
his ass up for her to see quite plainly. 

"Don't be so crude about it," she insisted, as she started undressing. Then, 
she went over to the door and put the double-lock on it. 

"Hurry up, damnit," he protested, "Can't you see how hot I am." 

"Don't get your balls in an uproar," she told him tightly, as she slid out 
of her bra and panties, displaying her nude body for him to see close-up. 

"Come over here, fucker," he smiled, the drink, obviously loosening up his 
tongue. 

"I guess you've had too much to drink," she said quietly. Sitting down 
beside him on the bed, he reached up and began playing with her breasts like 
a kid in a toy factory for the first time. 

"Jeez, have you got a nice set of knockers," he smiled, and then he nodded, 
"Good sucking tits-mmmmmm!" 

Then, reaching up, he brought her down to him so that his tongue instantly 
began licking around her breasts. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhh," she gasped, and groaned as she writhed in this position as he 
went to town lapping away at her soft flesh. 

Baby, we better get down to business," she panted, "We don't dare stay away 
from the house for too long." 

"Aw, hell-let the fucker wait," he smiled, "He got his last night-I'm 
getting my licks now." 

His fever-hot hands kept sliding all over her naked body, as he turned on 
more, yet more. 

"Oh, honey-let me lick you," she finally begged as the desire to suck on his 
fresh, young body hit her with sharp, jolting impact. 

"You like my meat?" he smiled at her, "Well, here it is, baby. Nine sucking 
inches of prick!" 

She went down between his legs, and looked at his firm, round buttocks, 
aching to be licked and sucked upon. She gripped his buttocks in her hands, 
and then she let her tongue lick all around his hot hole. 

"Baby," she panted, "Does this ever feel fantastic!" 

"You like my ass?" 

She nodded, and let her tongue reply, as it licked all around his behind. 
Then, she let her tongue sweep up the crack, and spreading out farther, he 
allowed her easy access to his tight, anxious anal opening. 

"Rim it," he gasped excitedly, "Pump it at the same time!" She went to work, 
lavishing her tongue all around his hot, tight behind. And as she licked 
energetically, she suddenly stabbed his hot, quivering hole, sliding high up 
his asshole. 

"Oh, yes, baby-rim my butt-pull my prick-like that-oh, wow!" 

She was feasting on his asshole, her slippery tongue sliding up there, 
thrusting, exciting, stimulating him no end. 

"Keep that action going," he blurted, "Hot Mama-suck me!" Groping for his 
penis, she began pulling on it, and the faster she pulled, the harder it 
got. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhhhh-yes-yes-that's it," he gasped, as the double whammy pumping 
and sucking action drove him out of his gourd. "Yes, yes-eat that ass-eat my 
dirty asshole." 

The liquor had loosened his tongue, letting his subconscious sensual desires 
surface, and he blurted, "Suck! Suck that ass out! Ohhh-ahhhh-yes-yes-suck 
it! Suck it out!" 

Her passion matched his as they struggled on the bed to bring about the most 
exciting climax possible. 

Twisting, and churning his behind, she found it necessary to wrap her arms 
around him and hold him still so she could continue jabbing his asshole with 
her tongue. Meantime, she was jerking on his ever-expanding penis which was 
about ready to shoot. 

"Get it way up there," he begged her. "Ohhhh-that's it! Fuck my asshole-" 

Using her tongue effectively, she kept the thrusting action going until he 
was almost out of his mind. 

"Ohhh-suck my dick now-quick!" 

Slipping her tongue out of his behind, she quickly applied her mouth action 
to his penis. 

Letting him slip just the head of it in at first, she finally let him drive 
it down her throat. 

"Ohhhh-ahhh-yes-yes-let me ram it to you," he begged her as she gobbled his 
prick. 

As she took him in, she got turned on anticipating his juicy sperm load. She 
was discovering that the cum from the penis of a young man in his teens 
contrasted sharply from the cum in a man as old as her husband. The creamy, 
thick juice was the kind of cum she preferred, and the thought of being able 
to devour his juices so excited her that she could hardly stop shaking. 

Instantly, Gregg noticed this. 

"What's wrong?" 

Letting his penis slip out of her mouth, she explained, "It's 
nothing-nothing-it's just that your cock turns me on so much I can't quit 
vibrating-that's all!" 

"Gee, you like me that much?" the young boy smiled excitedly. 

"Yes, yes, I do," she smiled. 

"Well, you just wrap your mouth around my meat once more, baby, and I'll 
deliver," he grinned, so happy to be wanted. She grasped his penis in her 
hand, licking the top of it lovingly, and then let him thrust it down her 
throat. 

"Ohhh-ahhhhh-yes-yes-suck it-suck the juice out of it," he gasped, as he 
shot his gun off. The hot sperm flashed down her throat, and she kept 
playing with his testicles, determined to get the most juice out of it she 
knew how. 

"Ahhh-ohhhhh, baby, that's beautiful," he told her, "Yes-yes-that's how I 
like it!" 

And both of them were in orbit. She thrilling to the taste of his creamy 
cum, Gregg feeling the satisfaction any man feels when he knows a woman 
turns-on with his genitals. 

As she slid her mouth off his meat, he said to her, "Baby-you've got to let 
me give you a tongue-job you won't forget-okay?" 

"Alright," she laughed, "but let me catch my breath-first." She let her head 
rest on his thigh, and he stroked her hair, caressing the side of her face 
with his hand. 

"Can a kid my age fall in love with a woman your age?" he smiled. 

"I-I don't know," she said, "but I know a woman my age has fallen hard for a 
kid your age!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

After they had a couple more drinks, he said, "Now, let's just 
experiment-and let me do a few things I'd like to do with your body-okay?" 

"Alright," she smiled, "What would you like to do!" 

"Fuck your asshole, just like your husband did." 

"All right," she smiled, "What position do you want me to get in?" 

"Dog style, baby, dog style." 

Marta got on all fours, feeling stimulated at the thought of him sliding his 
tool inside her. The drinks had made her forget the tube of lubrication 
she'd purchased to make sure he didn't hurt her as he drove it to her. She 
got off the bed and went to her purse on the floor, and picked out the tube. 

"What are you doing? Get your ass back here," he objected. 

"Just a minute, horny," she smiled, as she picked up the tube and came back 
to him. When he had squeezed some out on his hand he was ready. She got back 
on all fours, and he slid his slick penis between her ass-cheeks, but then 
it stopped. 

"What do I do now?" he demanded. 

"You shove it," she insisted. 

Gripping her buttocks with his hands, he suddenly thrust hard, forcing the 
penis to slide in smoothly. 

Once inside, he marveled at how tight and tremendous it felt to him. 

"Ohhhhh-wow!" he panted, exhilarated by the feel of his hot penis encased in 
her hot, tight anus. 

"You like that?" he asked, as he exuberantly rammed it to her. Feeling 
stimulated, and excited, she thrust back to meet his cockthrust. 

"Ohhh, yen-it's beautiful-fuck me, baby, fuck me!" 

His ruthless cockthrusts were irresistible to her, as she kept her buttocks 
churning to match his ramming action. 

"Play with me," she begged him, "feel of my titties while you give me the 
shaft, baby!" 

Bending over, Gregg drilled her while his hands clasped her soft breasts, 
pinching the erect nipples. 

"Yes, yes, baby-faster! Faster!" 

The passion was overpowering her as she let him thrust it up there. "Ohhhh, 
I love it-I love it!" 

There was something animalistic in their position, and his vibrant passion 
ignited her own hot passions. 

Now, she felt herself moistening between her legs, and she told him, "Play 
with it-pinch my tits with one hand, and finger my cunt with the other!" 

Gregg liked the way she'd tell him right out what she wanted, and he slipped 
his fingers down to her juicy vagina. 

"That's it-flick your finger faster on my love button, baby!" 

With his penis sliding up her hot, twisting asshole, his fingers on one hand 
inserted in her vagina, while his other hand roughly grabbed at the breasts, 
she felt a triumphant sexual feeling sweep through her, and she gasped, 
"Ohhh yes-yes, Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

With ruthless thrusts, Gregg rode her behind. Then, he became so stimulated, 
he kept drilling faster, and faster, soaring to climax. 

"Yes, yes-that's it, keep your tail twisting! Like that! Ohhh, lover-fuck 
me! Fuck me, baby-ohhhhhh-ahhhhhhhhh!" The hot anus gripped the penis, and 
this only increased his pleasure. 

Rising up, he began slapping her buttocks as if he was riding a bucking 
bronco, "Fuck 'er baby, fuck her!" She missed his hand playing with her 
breasts, and didn't like him taking his fingers out of her vagina when she 
was so near climax, but apparently he obtained greater satisfaction from 
slapping her buttocks with the palm of his hands, as he thrust his hard, 
long tool up her, driving in to the hilt. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhhhhh, now-baby, now," he stammered, as his testicles bounced on 
her behind, "Ahhhh! Juicy, baby, juicy-ahhhhh-ohhhhhh!" 

The hot sperm splashed up her anus, as he shot his gun off inside her. 
"Ohhh, throw your ass in gear-fuck!" She thrust back, he drove it in! 

She enjoyed the hot splash of sperm, and let him slide in back and forth in 
his own cum, which made it smooth sliding. 

"Ohhh-this is easy riding, baby," he yelped, "Milk it!" Gripping his tool 
tighter in her anus, she managed to squeeze out the remainder of his 
cum-load. Then, he pulled it out so fast, she complained, "Slow down, 
fucker-that hurts like the devil when you yank the thing out so fast!" 

"Sorry about that," he smiled, as he flipped over on his back. 

Then, indefatigable Marta straddled him, pushing her vagina against his 
lips. 

He let his tongue slide out, and he licked evenly along her slit, suddenly 
stiffening his tongue and plunging inside her there, as his hands 
instinctively went to grip her hips. 

"Ohhhh-that's it-that's it," she panted, amazed at his tongue-job. But, her 
breasts yearned for his hands, pinching them, playing with them, exciting 
her. 

"Reach up, lover," she asked anxiously, "Fuck me with your tongue-play with 
my titties with your hands!" 

Gregg reached up, and gripped her breasts in his hands and began playing 
with them. This excited her no end, and her body bounced about excitedly on 
the bed. 

"Ahhh-ohhhh!" she cried out as his hot, eager tongue lashed away at her 
clitoris. She twisted and turned, as the erotic thrills shot through her 
body. This boy was savagely sucking on her, treating her to scintillating 
sex, unlike anything her husband had ever done for her. She vowed she'd 
fight to make Gregg her son, so they could make love always. She couldn't 
help the magnetic pull she felt toward him. It was as if he was but a 
reflection of her erotic desires, and she could drink him in, lick him-love 
him, rejoicing in being but a reflection of his passionate propensities. 

"Eat my pussy," she cried, as his tongue whipped around the hot walls of her 
juicy vagina. "Suck it, baby-suck it!" Indeed, he did suck, lick, tongue-jab 
her there, and when he went back to her clitoris, flicked his tongue faster, 
and faster. 

Her body was glowing now, pink with blood surging through her, as the tongue 
licking produced stimulating excitement for her. His hands continued to 
grip, and grab her breasts. And, she urged him, "Baby, bite me-" 

He bit her there, and she howled with vibrating pleasure, "Ahhh-ohhhhh-I 
can't stand it-I can't stand it," and she juiced in his mouth. Eagerly his 
hot tongue lapped up her juices, as his hands pinched the nipples. 

"Ahhh-ohhhh, baby-baby!" 

The young stud's tongue flipped around inside her hot hole with such amazing 
skill, she felt a sudden urge to run away with him. She imagined how 
wonderful it would be to come to life in the morning, licking him-loving 
him. 

When he finished eating, he pulled his tongue out, and looked up at her, 
letting his hands fall. 

"Thanks," she said softly, and then she let herself slide down his naked 
body, and burying her knees in the bed, she brushed her breasts across his 
chest, pressing her lips on his mouth, as she kissed him. 

Gregg pressed back. She pulled off him, and went to take another drink. 

"Do you think you should have another one?" Gregg asked seriously. She 
looked at him, sipping her drink and shrugging. 

"You don't want your husband to smell it on your breath," he explained. 

"I guess you're right," she nodded, "He'd boil me in oil if he knew." 

"He's never going to know," she said, glancing in the mirror strangely. 
Gregg hoped she wasn't flipping-out. 

"You okay?" he asked, concerned. 

Turning, she smiled, "Sure I'm okay-what makes you ask?" 

"You just had a funny look on your face-that's all," he smiled lop-sidely. 

"I often do," she declared. 

Gregg got up off the bed and went into the shower. As she saw him through 
the clear glass shower door, she wanted to wash every part of his body in 
the worst way-just to feel him, to slip her fingers between the crack in his 
behind, to touch his testicles, and run her hand along the length of his 
penis. 

"Come in-the water's fine," Gregg smiled as he saw her standing there naked 
with a drink in her hand. 

As she strode toward the shower door, still holding the drink, he suggested, 
"Put the drink down before you get in-okay?" 

"Sure, baby-anytime," she slurred, and then unsteadily she stepped in the 
shower. 

"I want to soap you down, son," she stammered, "Where's the so-the soap?" 

"Here, Mom," he smiled, playfully handing her the soap. She used it, soaping 
first his back, letting the soap slide in the crack in his behind. Then, he 
wiggled. 

"Quit goosing me with that bar of soap," he laughed. 

"How does it feel?" 

"Slippery, you fucker," he laughed. 

Then, she said, "Turn around-" 

"If you get that fuckin' soap out of my ass, I will-" She slid the soap out, 
and he turned around pointing his huge penis at her. She looked down at the 
bursting head of it, and marveled, "You are really hung!" 

"Clean my prick off," he smiled, as she took the soap in one hand, the penis 
in the other and began washing it off. 

"Oh, that feels good," he smiled. 

"Does this?" she asked, reaching down and tickling his testicles. 

"Bet your ass it does!" 

And then, she said, "Wash me-" 

Reaching for the soap, Gregg then proceeded to wash her breasts off, soaping 
them, creating a foamy lather, and then he let the soap slide down to her 
vagina, and built up a foam there too. 

"The big three," he smiled. 

"What are you talking about?" 

Holding the soap in his hand, he smiled, as he pointed, "Tit, tit," and then 
he moved down, and pointed, "Twat! The big three-tit-tit-and twat!" 

"You're dirty-" 

"No I'm clean-you just washed me." 

"But I didn't wash your mouth out, that's why you use dirty words." 

They both had a good laugh on that one, and then Gregg turned the shower 
off. 

"Dry me off," she insisted, holding her arms up while Gregg was using the 
towel on himself. 

"Let me finish-" 

"No, now," she insisted. 

"You're drunk as a skunk," he laughed, drying her off. "I need some black 
coffee," she told him. 

"All right, we'll stop for coffee-but if we get back too late Daddy will get 
suspicious." 

"That's true," she slurred. Finally, they got dressed and she drove so 
poorly Gregg said, "Want me to drive?" 

"You don't have a license," she said, "I can make it." Pulling into a coffee 
house a few blocks later, she drank two cups of black coffee, and then felt 
somewhat more sober. 

"What time is it?" 

"Eight o'clock," Gregg told her quickly. 

"Good-it could be later," she smiled, "I could have fucked all night-just 
like the song." 

"The song?" 

"Yeah-they're playing it when I get turned on with you-don't you hear it? I 
could have fucked all night, I could have fucked all night-" Using the tune 
of another song and substituting the one word 'fucked', she was having 
fun-but Gregg was worried the game would be up if Lee ever suspected, and 
tonight it was looking suspicious. 

When they pulled up in the driveway, Lee came out of the house, calling, 
"Where have you been? I've called everybody-and nobody knew where in hell 
you've gone to?" 

"We went for a drive-that's all-" she countered quickly, trying to remain 
calm. 

Gregg knew better-he knew that her casual act would never be enough for Lee. 
So, he invented quickly, and cut in, "She drove me down to see where I used 
to live in Marshall-" 

"You went that far?" 

Realizing what a mess they'd be in, if they didn't stick together, Marta 
quickly joined in the lie, "Yes-he wanted so much to see where he enjoyed 
his childhood." 

"I didn't enjoy it," Gregg said flatly. Just then Earl came out, and looked 
at them both standing there, trying to answer to the disturbing questions 
his father was raising. 

"Let's go in the house," Earl suggested, "We don't have to tell all the 
neighbors-do we?" 

"No, no, we don't son," Marta smiled, "How are you, luv?" Earl didn't 
answer. There was something funny he couldn't put his finger on about his 
mother, and this new boy. Once inside, Marta found Gregg taking over for 
her, "I'm sorry I've caused you so much trouble-maybe I'd better just cut 
out." 

"No-don't go," Marta shrieked, and this forced Lee to bristle, and ask, 
"Honey-why are you overreacting to everything tonight." 

"I'll tell you Why," Gregg answered for her, "I told her about my rotten 
Dad-and my awful life I lived when I was a kid in Marshall-how my Dad went 
to jail, and how Mom killed herself. I'm sorry I ever went back." 

"I am too," Lee said sullenly. 

Then, Gregg looked away from Earl, Lee and Marta and said softly, "You know 
I just don't fit here! I can see you got uptight when we weren't back when 
you thought we'd be. You got uptight-not just because she was out late-but 
out with me!" 

"That's not the truth," Lee said, "I'd worry about her if she didn't get 
home-no matter who she went out with!" 

"I wish you'd forget me," Gregg said, looking directly at Marta, "Forget 
that I ever lived!" 

"I can't," she said softly. And her husband knew she couldn't, for some 
strange reason. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

There was a long silence, and then Marta spoke up, "You'd better let Lee and 
me talk this over," she said quietly. Gregg nodded. 

"Have a good time on your hike this weekend?" she asked her natural son, 
Earl. 

"Yeah, Mom," he said evenly. He wanted to say something else, but shrugged 
and walked away. 

Then, Marta went quietly with her husband into the den where they could be 
alone. 

"I'm sorry, honey," she said quietly, as she sat down in a comfortable den 
chair. 

"It's alright-but you had me worried!" 

"You see-he wanted to go to Marshall where he used to live when he was a 
little boy. Guess he had a lot of memories up there-and he wanted to go 
back-" 

"Use a little common sense," Lee admonished, "You've got to think of me-and 
your son. We were waiting for you to come home and fix dinner for us." 

"I'm sorry, dear-I hope you had your dinner." 

"We fixed some teevee dinners," he said and then he got up and walked away. 

"Now, you're uptight," she said angrily. 

"No, I'm not uptight," he said, "I'm just a little surprised." In the 
meantime, Earl and Gregg were talking together. 

"I guess you're going to be my brother," he said, trying to be friendly. 
"Gotta' share everything, so I guess I'll have to tell you about Judy." 

"Judy?" 

"Yeah," he chuckled, "She's the little grind we make it with-you ever get 
your rocks off down at that place you come from?" 

"I've had a couple pieces of ass in my lifetime, but I'm always in the 
market for more." 

"So is Judy," Earl laughed, "If you want-I'll see if she'll let you fuck her 
too-" 

"How old is she?" 

"Older than me," he smiled, "Fifteen-" 

"Just my age," Gregg smiled, "Yeah-sure, I'd like to meet her-when do you 
think we can get together?" 

"I'll have to see her at school and find out if she'll-" 

"Alright," Gregg smiled, "Well, I better go to sleep." He abruptly 
interrupted Earl for he heard the downstairs bedroom noise coming up to him, 
and it was a strange, yet distinct sound that bothered him. 

"Take that," Lee was saying as he stood naked over his wife, "And this-and 
this!" He was bringing his leather belt down over her bare behind, and she 
was accepting it without flinching. As the belt lashed across her flesh, Lee 
was grasping his penis and pulling it. Obviously watching his wife flinch in 
pain produced pleasure for him. 

Marta was near tears, as the belt became more intense. And then, he stopped, 
got on the bed, and told her, "Honey, let's fuck now-I'm really horny!" 

After he had had his kicks with the belt, he lay on the bed, on his back, 
rising up on his elbows, and said, "Baby, see this!" 

She glanced over at his huge penis, which he gripped proudly in his hand, 
and insisted, "I want you to straddle me with your back to me, so you can 
slip that cunt down over my dick backwards!" 

"Backwards?" 

"Um hmmm," he smiled, reaching out with one hand, "Come on, honey, I want to 
slip my tool into you." 

"Alright, baby-but remember you've got to get up tomorrow!" 

"I'm up tonight," Lee laughed, "Look at it!" 

She straddled him backwards, so that her vagina could slip smoothly down 
over his penis. He thrust up, and she rammed it back, as her husband lay 
back, and let his hands wander over her behind. 

"Ohhh-rub my ass-I like it," she panted. 

"I like fucking you from this angle," he panted, pushing it in farther, "I 
can really get it up there." 

And then he rammed it up there-farther, still farther. All the time he was 
driving it into her, his hands were playing with her behind. 

"How about that?" he gasped, "is that fucking or is that fucking?" 

"That is fucking," she laughed, throwing her hips back to meet his stabbing 
penis, which continued gliding up her hot, twisting vagina. 

Together they were building up their pace, and as he saw her shapely 
buttocks before him, he decided it was a shame that wasn't getting some 
action too. So, he slid a finger up her anus, and began finger-fucking her 
there. 

"Oh, honey-does that ever feel good?" she moaned. "Yes, yes-ram it both 
places, baby!" 

"Yes, yes,-fuck it-throw your ass in gear!" She gripped his sliding finger 
tightly in her anus, and also added strength to her grip on his penis in her 
vaginal 

"Keep it up," he begged her as he felt the passions rising in his body. 
"Yes, baby-yes-fuck!" 

Marta had a good rhythm going for her now, alternating her anus grip on his 
finger, with her cunt-clasp on his cock. 

"Now, we're doing it! I'm riding you baby-all the way, now-Faster! Harder!" 

Marta built the pace of her gyrations so she could quickly accommodate him. 

And then, ramming it way up there, he got his gun off. 

"Ohhh-.ahhhh-yes-yes-that's it," he grunted, as he shot his rocks off inside 
her. She cried out, as she felt herself coming on target with him. 

"Yes, baby, yes-keep pumping it to me," she begged, totally turned on with 
his enthusiastic performance. He slid his finger out first, and then she 
rose off his rod, and went to the bathroom. He lay there, spent, but happy! 

She returned a few moments later, and slipped into bed beside him. He put 
his arm around her gently, whispering, "I didn't mean to be cross with you 
tonight, luv-I just got worried-" 

"I understand," she replied. 

The next day Marta went to work to discover how long Gregg would have to 
live with them before he could be their son. Then, it was explained to her 
that his father would have to sign off before this would be possible. 

"I'll see to it he does," Marta told Miss Evans. She found out the prison 
where his father was being held and went to visit him there. When he came 
out, he looked like a carbon copy of Gregg, and she almost found herself 
turning on with him. The same dark eyes, curly black hair, and olive skin, 
set off with flashing white teeth. Taken aback a bit by the fact he didn't 
resemble a killer-the way she envisioned a killer-at all. 

"You wanted to see me?" the father asked, as he sat on the other side of the 
metal grill dividing them in the visitor's room. 

"Yes," she said, "it's about your son." 

"What's he done?" 

"Nothing-nothing at all. But, I want to adopt him. My husband and I have a 
boy about fourteen and your son is fifteen, and they'd grow up together, 
sharing-developing-and-" 

"He's my son, damnit, and I'm not going to give him to nobody." 

"I'm prepared to help you," Marta said evenly, letting her hand sweep down 
into her purse. She brought out a release for him to sigh, and made it all 
sound so simple. 

"When you sign this simple form-giving us the chance to help your boy 
Gregg-we can-" 

"I'm not signing nothing-why should I?" 

"Because I thought you needed some help too," she smiled, taking out five 
crisp, new hundred dollar bills. 

"He's still my son, and he'll come and see me," he said, "give me the 
money." 

"When you sign," she smiled without humor. He signed, and she slipped the 
bills to him. 

"Thanks," he said, "Thanks a-lot. Now, forget that I ever lived!" 

He got up, tucking the bills in his pocket, and walked coolly away, leaving 
Marta quite happy, holding the release, which would allow the adoption to 
become legal. 

When she got home that night, she showed the paper to her husband when they 
were alone after the boys had gone to bed. 

"Look at this," she told him, "See-he can be our son!" 

"If you want him-" 

"Don't you?" 

"If it makes you happy," Lee said quietly. 

"Honey, taking Gregg in our home as our boy is something we can all be happy 
about." 

"If you say so," he said, and then picking up a sports magazine went on 
reading. . 

This disturbed Marta, but she thought she'd better not press her luck. She 
decided she'd go up and tell Earl about it, and see what his response would 
be. 

"Hope I'm not disturbing you," she said, tapping on Earl's bedroom door. 

"Oh, no-Mom, come on in," he said, glancing up from a textbook. 

"Earl, I want to speak to you a moment," she began gently. "I am so happy 
that we're going to have another son. Gregg's Dad signed this paper-which 
allows us to adopt him." 

"That jailbird," he snapped. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Gregg told me. Good for nothing murderer. That's bitchin', you pick a 
brother whose Dad is a killer." 

"But you like him, don't you son?" 

"Well, er, yes-he's a nice guy." 

"Why do you hold it against him then. He can't help what his father did 
anymore than you can help it your father goes out and works hard to give us 
the good things in life." 

"You're right," he sighed, "You're right, Mom-now, beat it, and don't bug 
me!" 

"Son, please," she remonstrated. 

"Can't you see I'm busy. I've got an Algebra test coming up tomorrow, and 
I've got to study." 

"Alright, son-" 

She walked out of the room, and went to Gregg's room. He was lying in bed 
nude, and reading a text book. 

"Gregg-your Dad signed the papers. You can be our boy." 

"Oh, that's great," he smiled. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and her 
eyes moistened. 

"I guess you're about as happy as we are-because we are happy!" 

"I can't thank you enough," he said earnestly. 

And then he slowly eased down the covers, revealing himself. Marta couldn't 
take her eyes off it. It was standing on end, its swollen head turning her 
on. 

"I wish you could take care of me tonight," he smiled, gripping his rod 
tightly in his hand. 

"I wish I could too," she replied, and then she got up. 

"When are we going to make it again?" he whispered as she went to the door. 

"I don't know," she said softly, "We mustn't think about that now. Cover 
yourself up!" 

But, Gregg didn't. He just smiled, and whispered, "I want to fuck you-" 

She turned, and quickly went out the door, down the hall and back to her 
bedroom. 

Of all things, Lee was hot to make it, and said, "Honey, I'm horny tonight." 

"Not tonight, Lee," she said quietly, "I'm tired." 

"A good screw would make you feel great," he tried to lure her, gripping his 
rod tightly. But, instantly her mind flashed back to the boy she wanted to 
legally make her son. His giant size penis flashed before her, and his 
mouth. That tongue, how Gregg could lick her vagina. Anything that Lee had 
done seemed insignificant compared to that! 

She undressed, slipped into bed and Lee caught on she didn't want to do 
anything with him. 

"I've been good to you," he protested, "I let you have this kid-and now you 
won't do me a little favor." 

"Do you have to barter everything?" 

"Aw, you're just frigid," Lee said, knowing that would get her uptight. But 
tonight, it didn't. Her mind was on Gregg. She could just envision him 
pumping it off by himself, and she longed to wrap her own hot mouth over it, 
and suck the sweet juices out of it. 

"What's bugging you, damnit?" Lee demanded, "Usually, you'd have a fit if I 
talked to you like that." 

"Nothing," she said so casually, he knew it was something. In the meantime, 
young Gregg had gone to the bedroom door and locked it. Then, he went back 
to bed and started pumping his meat. Just as he was imagining that Marta's 
mouth was slipping over the head of it, he decided to jerk it faster and get 
it off quickly when a knock on the door, stopped him. 

He got up-thinking it was Marta coming back to blow him. He opened it and 
there stood Earl. 

"Hey, I want to talk to you-" 

"What about?" 

"Judy-that chick I was telling you about." 

"Yeah-" 

"Let me come in-I can't talk about it. Mom might hear." There was no 
alternative, Gregg had to open the door and let him in. Earl couldn't help 
but notice he was naked, and his penis was erect. 

"You sleep in the nude?" 

"Yeah-yeah, I do," Gregg replied sheepishly. 

"Well, I hope you don't beat your meat anymore," Earl said, "Not when I've 
got a chick for you-" 

"You have?" 

"Sure, like I was telling you-Judy. She's a great little cunt. Gary and I 
have been fucking her for months. I asked her tonight if she'd take you 
on-and-" 

"Go ahead," Gregg asked, "What about it?" 

"Yes-Saturday night-we'll all go screw her." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The week swept by quickly, and Gregg looked forward to Saturday night. Earl 
covered very well for what was really going to happen, by telling his 
parents he was taking Gregg over to meet some of his friends at a little 
get-together at Judy's place. 

"How nice," Marta smiled happily when Earl explained how he was going to 
show his brotherly consideration. 

"Yeah, Earl is a good brother," Gregg enthused. 

"That's what I like to see," Lee smiled, "Family spirit! One for all-and all 
for one!" 

Not much more was said about it because Earl didn't want to let the cat out 
of the bag that the friendly little get-together was orgy action. 

"Well, we'll see you later," Earl smiled at his parents. Then, looking at 
his new brother, urged, "Come on-we're going to be late-" 

Exuberant Gregg joined him and together they hurried over to Judy's place. 
It was only four blocks away, and when they walked up to the place, Gregg 
couldn't help but observe one thing. 

"All the blinds are pulled," he mentioned to Earl. 

"Sure," Earl smiled, "You don't think they're going to hold the orgy out in 
the open-do you?" 

"Well-no," Gregg laughed. When they got to the door, there was Judy, who'd 
watched them come up the walk. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked into 
Gregg's vibrant, black eyes. 

"Hi," Judy said softly, giving him her most sensuous smile. 

"Hi, gorgeous," he grinned back at her. 

"Doesn't take you two long to get acquainted, does it?" young Earl observed, 
"Guess you're tuned-in on the same wave-length." 

Then, a husky teenager, strode forward, introducing himself. "I'm Doug," he 
began, extending his hand to shake Gregg's extended hand. 

"Well, I guess the fun and games can begin," Judy smiled. "My folks won't be 
back until early tomorrow morning." 

"Yeah, but let's go up to your room and lock the door like we always do," 
Earl cautioned. 

"Natch," Judy smiled, taking Gregg's arm, and pulling him over to the bar. 
"How about something to cool off-hot balls?" 

"That's what you're for," Gregg grinned. 

"We've got everything-vodka, gin, bourbon-you name it," she said, reaching 
out and pointing to each bottle. Then, Gregg decided on bourbon. "I guess 
I'll have bourbon and seven," he said remembering what his Mom had served in 
the motel room. 

"You know what you want, don't you?" Judy nodded, pouring a jigger of 
bourbon into the seven. 

Gregg couldn't take his eyes off this fascinating female. She was tiny, with 
honey-blonde hair falling about her shoulders. Her skin was clear, her eyes 
rich blue and her infectious laugh making him feel happy and relaxed, was 
also turning him on. 

Suddenly he envisioned his tool slipping in her open mouth. He could feel it 
reaching to the back of her throat, and then he'd drive it down there, and 
give her a throat-fuck she'd never forget. 

She could quickly read his thoughts, as he didn't try to conceal what he was 
feeling for her. 

"What'll you have, Doug?" 

"You," he chuckled, trying to vie with Gregg. 

"You'll get me-plus a drink," she assured him. When she had prepared drinks 
for Doug, Earl and herself, they all went upstairs to her bedroom. Even her 
little toy poodle wanted to get in the room. 

"Is he going to make it too?" Doug laughed. 

"I don't need him-not when I've got all you guys," she assured them. 

For a moment, Gregg hesitated. He wasn't used to stripping before a couple 
boys, and having an erection.. Judy sensed he was shy, and came over to 
assist him, "Having trouble with your zipper baby?" she winked, "Let Judy 
help you pull it down!" Standing in front of him, she unzipped his pants. 
And then, the huge penis flipped out in front of her, and she dropped to her 
knees in awe. 

"Hey, you cats-look at his cock!" 

Both Earl who was now naked, and Doug who'd stripped to his skin had to 
marvel at Gregg's huge male member. 

"Slip your mouth on, Judy-you give headjobs, don't you?" Looking up, she 
nodded, "Good head jobs-" 

And then her mouth went over his meat, and she sucked slowly, rhythmically. 

"Suck it, Judy-suck it," Gregg directed her. "Yes, baby, yes-that's it-eat 
it-eat my prick!" 

Both boys crowded around Judy and Gregg, watching. Their testicles tingled 
at the sight of the enormous, saliva-slick penis as it slid smoothly in and 
out of her mouth which was fastened tightly on its head. 

"Ohhh, yes-yes, suck that-suck that prick," Gregg begged. "Thata' girl-eat 
it! Eat that joystick!" 

His hands went down to her head. Running his fingers excitedly through her 
blonde hair, he balled her mouth. 

"Baby, you've got a hot-mouth," he told her, "Now, keep sucking!" 

Soon his passion had built to the point where he was stabbing his joint down 
her throat. Opening, she took it like a sword-swallower. 

"Oh, Wow," Earl exclaimed, pumping his meat in his hot, tight, hand. "Look 
at that cocksucker go!" 

Watching a girl suck a boy's cock added a 'voyeur' dimension to their sex 
action. Earl pulled faster, and faster on his meat and Gregg got excited 
watching him jerk-off. He drove it harder down Judy's throat, now delighting 
in calling dirty names. "Suck it, cocksucker-eat that dirty dong! Suck the 
juice out of it! That's it! Suck! Suck it! Suck it off!" The hot action 
continued, as the two of them connected. 

Meantime, Doug was pulling away on his meat, and he envied Gregg's size. He 
could tell Judy was on fire to suck his meat off and he got a little bit 
jealous. 

"Ohhh-ahhh-yes-yes-now, baby, now," he groaned in delight as the action 
continued. 

"Suck it-suck that pecker," he begged her, and then, with his hands gripping 
her head, his fingers threading through her silky blonde hair, he shot his 
gun off. 

"Ahhhhh-ohhhhh, now, baby now! I'm coming," he cried excitedly, as he felt 
his banana exploding in her mouth. 

It didn't take her long to eat his juice. And what a happy white load of 
creamy thick cum he gave her. 

"Ahhh-ohhhh, Judy, you're driving me out of my mind. I'm flipping out! 
Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Suck it-suck it!" 

Finally, he had to pull his penis out of her mouth as she persisted in 
sucking until it tingled and felt a bit uncomfortable. Then, as he slid 
himself out of her full-lipped mouth, the two boys who'd stood by watching, 
marveled at the fact he was still hard. 

"Don't you ever go down?" one of them laughed. 

"No," he informed them, "They call me repeater peter!" 

"And the name fits," Judy smiled. 

"Judy, how you going to take us three cats on at the same time?" Doug asked 
curiously. 

"That's easy-I have three holes don't I? My asshole, my cunt, and my mouth!" 

"Alright, I get your mouth," Doug smiled, "And you two can fight over the 
other two holes." 

"I'd like to fuck her asshole," Gregg declared. 

"That isn't fair-I should get to pick what I want," Earl complained, "You 
got a cocksuck, now you want an ass-fuck!" 

"Alright, if you enjoy ass-fucking so much I'll let you stab her there." 

Earl was happy now, and the three of them got on the bed. As Judy lay on the 
bed, the three boys arranged themselves so they could enjoy her body to the 
ultimate. 

Doug got on one knee, and held his penis out for her to take. She lay on her 
side, and reached for Doug's dick. 

"Aren't we hard today-you're oozing," she laughed. 

"Sure, I am-wrap your hot mouth around me, and start sucking," Doug 
demanded. Slowly, she eased her mouth around his penis, and he slid in 
smoothly. 

Then, Earl spit in his hand, rubbing some of his spit around the head of his 
penis, which would make it easier for him to slide it up there. On the other 
side of her appealing, young body, Gary was fastening his mouth to her slit. 

"You fuck her asshole, and I'll eat her cunt," he chuckled. He got a charge 
out of watching Earl fitting his tool in her tight anus. 

Letting Doug's penis slip out of her mouth, she complained, "Hey, you're 
hurting me! Take it easy, huh?" 

Earl tried to slow it down, as his shaft had some difficulty driving up her 
tight, hot hole. 

"Alright-relax," Earl told her tightly, "Remember Judy, you can't give a 
good fuck when you're uptight." 

"Everybody's asshole is uptight," Judy fumed, "Now, slow down!" 

"But, I'm almost in," he panted, and then with a vigorous thrust, he drove 
himself up there. 

Placing his hands on her behind, he rammed it to her. "Ahh-ohhhh-yes-yes, 
fuck-fuck-fuck it," he gasped in glee, as he stabbed her there. "Now-baby, 
twist for me!" 

"You forgetting me?" Doug complained, feeling he wasn't getting anywhere 
near the attention he should. Gripping his about-to-burst rod in his hand, 
he pushed it to her lips. 

"Alright, alright," she agreed, "but remember I'm one person-and taking on 
three cocks is no easy task!" 

"Should we invite another chick?" Doug smiled, knowing this would get her 
goat, because she liked to think she could easily accommodate the entire 
gang. 

"Look, you're talking to Judy," she reminded him, "And I can out-fuck all 
those foxy chicks you got at high school-so, shove it to me." 

"Right-on," Doug grinned, sliding his shaft smoothly into her open mouth. 
She took him in, and the action continued. 

"Faster, baby, faster," he panted, as he rode her face. "Ohhh, 
ahhh-yes-yes-baby, suck! Suck that prick! Ahhhh! Ohhhhh! Now, baby, now!" 

In the meantime, Earl had managed to slide his shaft in her behind. She was 
twisting her tail about so much it was making it more than a little 
difficult for young Gregg's tongue to lash out and lick her there. 

So, he finally decided the only way to do it would be to grip her with his 
hands, holding her in place so his tongue could lick her there. 

He managed, and Earl observed this, "Hey, buddy, that's the idea. Hold her 
ass still so she won't wiggle all over the place." Then, gripping her 
buttocks, he stabbed her furiously. 

"Fuck my dick," he gasped, "Grab it with your ass, honey! Thata' girl, Judy! 
Yes, that's it-fuck!" 

She kept gripping his sliding penis with the coils of her cunt, rather than 
with buttock gyrations, thus making it easier for Gregg to get his 
tongue-thrusting action going. Licking the walls of her vagina, Gregg 
managed to use his tongue expertise most effectively, "That's it-keep it 
up," he panted, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it!" 

And his tongue flipped around her clitoris, speedily exciting her 
love-button as she's never been excited before. In the meantime, Doug was 
driving his penis down her slippery throat, his balls jiggling on her chin 
as he did so. The dog watched, wiggling its tail, as it watched earnestly. 

"Eat me," Doug panted happily, "Suck that cock-yes, yes, suck that juicy 
dick, Judy!" 

Judy had never taken on three men before. This was a high-point in her young 
sexual career. She knew how it felt to have each hole filled with a penis, 
but she's never before experienced three holes being filled with sliding 
penises at the same time. And the sensation was indeed a satisfying one for 
her. She sucked slowly on Doug's penis, as she wasn't anxious for him to 
explode. 

But, Earl had other ideas. He was hot to get his rocks off, and began 
whacking her buttocks crudely. 

"Fuck! Fuck it," he panted, "Fuck that dick!" She ground her hips around for 
him, and drove him up the wall. "Ahhh-yes-yes, baby, that's it, grab it. 
Fuck me!" And ramming it up there, he made such a commotion, poor Gregg's 
tongue slipped out. He quickly got it back in there, and licked vigorously 
on her vagina. 

Doug gripped Judy's head, holding her in place as he drove it faster, 
farther, and suddenly the white, creamy lava erupted from his poker, and he 
cried excitedly, "Suck it! Suck, I'm shooting, baby, suck-suck it off!" 

The hot sperm shot down her throat, as she gladly let him unload in her, and 
this acted as a catalyst for Earl who rode her rear, faster and faster, 
shoving it in to the hilt. 

"Ahhh-ohhhh, yes-yes, I'm coming too-right on target!" And as his gun 
unloaded in her rectum, Gregg got a mouthful. Eagerly, he licked the juicy 
vagina, enjoying it immensely. "Suck! Suck my pussy," she begged, "Eat it! 
Eat my cunt," she cried, as Doug reached down to wipe some of his sticky, 
white cum off her lips. 

Gregg was enjoying himself immensely, and when he finished licking, he felt 
something licking his toes. He looked at the small dog, and chuckled. "Hey, 
everybody got his rocks off but the dog-" 

"I'll take care of him too," Judy declared joyously, "Jump up here, Homer." 

"Is that his name?" Now, Judy was reaching down to his penis, and as she 
spread for the dog, the boys watched, wild-eyed, and excited. 

Homer apparently was accustomed to Judy and placed his paws appropriately on 
her waist, and then she guided his dog-penis into her slit. 

As it slid in, Homer turned to the boys as if to say, "See, I can fuck too!" 

"That dog is pretty good," Gregg smiled. 

"He sure is," Judy joyously nodded, "Homer gave me my first good banging 
when I was eleven." 

"With a little encouragement," Earl chuckled. 

"Sure," Judy nodded, "But after one fuck-he didn't have to be encouraged. As 
a matter-of-fact Homer has a bad habit of embarrassing the hell out of 
me-coming up and sniffing my snatch when he wants it." 

Gregg, Doug, and Earl watched excitedly as Homer socked it to her. 

"Give to her, fucker," Earl panted, his penis lengthening again. "Give her a 
good balling!" 

The dog swiftly thrust his penis into her, his balls dangling outside, and 
she joyfully gripped it, turning and twisting her vagina as they made it 
together. 

"That's it-fuck! Fuck it," she told Homer, and Homer didn't disappoint her. 
Homer rammed it to her, and she threw her pelvis up, helping him as he drove 
it to her hot, twisting vagina. 

"Ohhhh, baby, that's the way," she smiled at the dog, and the dog looked at 
the boys as if to say, 'Anything you can do, I can do better!' 

Finally the dog got his rocks off, and she gripped his tool in her hot hole, 
milking him emphatically. 

"Give it to me, baby," she gasped, "Give-that's it, fucker. Give your mama a 
good screwing!" 

"Mama yet?" Doug laughed, "So you've given birth and we never knew it-wow!" 

But, Doug's warped sense of humor didn't diminish her lusty desire for the 
dog's load. And, Homer had no idea of disappointing her either, for he 
suddenly shot it off, and her hands went up, stroking him, petting him, as 
he unloaded his balls. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Now that the dog's sliding tool, pulling out of Judy's vagina, was dripping 
with sticky cum, the boys found they were hot to have another go at her. 

"Let me clean up first," Judy said immediately. She-knew they'd have to have 
another round or never be satisfied. 

"Good idea," Gregg said, "I don't want to slide my dick in dog-cum." 

That got Judy uptight. 

"Look, Homer is just as good at it as you are 

-so don't knock him-see?" 

"I'm sorry," Gregg chuckled, and then glancing down at Homer who could care 
less now that he was satisfied, he smiled, "Didn't mean to insult you, 
partner!" 

But, Homer was resting. After a good screw, he always liked to relax, and he 
couldn't be bothered with jealous young boys who, no doubt, resented Judy's 
devotion. 

Judy cleaned herself in the bathroom with the door closed, and the boys sat 
down on the bed and joked. 

"Isn't she fantastic?" Earl asked Gregg. 

"She is alright," he nodded, "Good little cunt. I sure could use a bitchin' 
little broad like that around my place-let me tell you-but I'm just fifteen 
and I'll have to wait a few years before I get a steady chick who'll lay for 
me." 

"In the meantime," Doug smiled, "There's always Judy, and she loves it!" 

As Judy came out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her body, she 
smiled, "Did somebody mention me?" 

"Why, yes," Doug laughed, "There's always Judy-" 

"You know what I like," she smiled. 

"We know-we know," Doug and Earl chorused, but Gregg was left to wonder 
precisely what it was she did like. But, not for long for Judy went to a 
chest, opened it and produced a small ping-pong paddle. 

"What's that for?" Gregg felt forced to ask, his curiosity getting the best 
of him. 

"Bend over," Judy smiled, as Earl and Doug bent over obediently, exposing 
their bare buttocks for her at this angle. 

"You too," Judy said insistently, and then Gregg got an idea of her hang-up. 

Bending over, he exposed his behind to Judy's paddle. 

"Don't flip out, honey," he smiled, "Remember that is my prize ass you're 
going to be whacking-okay?" 

"Okay," Judy smiled, "just let me have a whack at it! I like the sound the 
paddle produces when you slap it across a sweet bare ass like yours. 

And then, Judy brought the paddle down with a loud whack. "Oh, god-you're 
killing me," she heard Gregg gasp, and it didn't make her sad. Instead, it 
only intensified her delight. "Take that fucker-and this-and this! 

He, at first, hated it, but then he found it felt good as his bottom heated 
up when the blood rushed to it. 

"Hurry up, Judy,' Doug demanded, "Get over here and whack my ass!" 

It didn't take Judy long to move over to him, and bear down on his behind. 
With furious force, she let him have it. "Okay, Doug-take that!" 

And then, she bore down on Doug's upturned behind, enjoying the crimson 
color of the blood as it rushed to his behind. 

"Harder!" he demanded, apparently enjoying it, "You're not even touching my 
ass-hit me, baby-" 

"Alright, you asked for it," Judy laughed, as she joyously brought the 
paddle down with stinging impact. "Like that? Sure-now-now you've got it!" 

At this point, Earl was hot to get his behind swatted too, and he begged for 
it, "Hit me Judy-my ass is ready!" 

"So is my whacking hand," she smiled, and brought the paddle down over his 
upraised behind. "Ohhhh-you're so nice and red today-sure is fun hitting you 
baby!" 

"Ahh-ohhhhh-yes-yes," Earl demanded, and as Gregg watched he observed Earl's 
penis lengthen under the strokes. "More, baby, more-keep it up! Keep it up!" 

And she did keep it up, with her hand whacking harder and harder as the 
unceasing force kept her going. 

"I'm hot-hurry up, Judy-let's get on the bed," Doug insisted, and then Judy 
turned, spotting his huge penis standing up-eager, anxious and ready and she 
relented, "Alright-I guess we can take a break!" 

The four of them bounded for the bed, and Judy lay on her back, and Gregg 
observed what was happening. 

Doug immediately straddled her, so that he could bring his buttocks down 
over her face, and insist, "Lick my asshole, honey!" Judy wasted no time in 
gripping his thighs, and as his buttocks was brought down over her face, she 
let her tongue lash out, licking him there. 

"Ahhh-ohhhhh, wild, Judy-wild-suck it for me, that's it! Suck my ass 
out-Ahhhhhh-ohhhhhhhh-yes-yes-suck!" 

How that girl sucked. Her tongue swept joyfully around his hot, tight anus. 
Her hands massaged his thighs, as she felt of him, and then he begged, "Ram 
it up there! Let me feel that hot tongue of yours sliding up my asshole, 
honey!" 

Quickly, Judy lashed away, her tongue driving up there, and he felt the 
sensation of ass-riding her jabbing tongue. His hand went to his penis, and 
he began pumping, his balls jiggling over her face. 

Doug wanted company in his jerking-off action, and didn't hesitate to tell 
his buddies so, "Hey, Gregg-jerk your prick! Watch me, turn on and pull it 
off!" 

Immediately, Gregg reached out to his hard-on, and began rhythmically 
pulling on his pecker. He cupped his testicles tightly in one hand, and 
pulled on the penis shaft with the other. "Ohhh, man-this is wild-I like 
this action! Fuck it, fuck that asshole, Judy! Suck him!" 

All this dirty talk ignited Judy's tongue as it lashed out hotly, enjoying 
the ass stabbing action enormously. "Ohhh, ahhh-wow-Suck it! Suck it!" 

Earl always got his kicks watching Judy eat ass. That girl put more passion 
into her tongue than most chicks have in their twats, he reasoned. And 
reaching down, he joined the other boys in a pull-off session. He liked to 
see Gregg joyfully pulling on his meat, and he enjoyed seeing that hot 
tongue sliding up Doug's pumping behind. 

"Eat his ass out," he cried out to Judy. "Ass licker! Suck it! Suck my ass 
out! That's it-keep it up! Fuck! Fuck it!" The action continued, and Doug 
knew he was nearing climax, and begged her, "Honey, get your tongue out of 
my asshole, and cop your mouth on my dick." 

Judy's sperm-loving propensities propelled her to instantly tear her tongue 
out of Doug's hot, sliding behind. Quickly, she took the penis from him and 
let her mouth wrap around it. Just as quickly, Doug rammed his tool into her 
mouth, watching his balls jiggle. 

"Eat it," he panted, reaching out to grip her head, "Eat it, sucker-eat my 
meat!" 

His body was sweating, and he was throwing his head from one side to the 
other. "Ohhh-ahhhhh-right-on, baby-right-on, eat that dick! Eat it!" 

Both boys closed in on their buddy, watching as the penis jabbed down her 
throat. Exchanging knowing glances, Earl asked Gregg, "How do you like Judy? 
Isn't she a sweet girl?" 

"You know it," Gregg agreed, jerking his hand up and down in rapid rhythm. 

"Suck! Suck it," Doug demanded, and then he suddenly let his juices shoot 
down her throat. 

"Oh-ahhh-yes-yes, baby, yes-eat me!" 

Both boys had to quit pumping their meat as the scintillating sight of Doug 
getting his cock sucked off had them brimming. 

"Get a mouthful, Judy," Doug smiled, "Thata' girl-eat hearty!" 

Judy's eyes were closed, and she seemed to suck in an awe-stricken manner as 
if she was going out of her gourd with delight. "Eat my prick! Eat it," he 
panted, "Ahhh-ohhhhh-suck it-suck that dick!" 

Finally, Judy had finished, and Doug got up, sliding off the bed, and going 
into the bathroom. Now, Earl got in line. "Honey-here's another ass to 
suck!" 

Judy reached up, and she let her hot tongue lash his tight anal opening as 
she held on his thighs. "Ohhh-ahhhhh, yes, baby, yes," she moaned, as she 
felt his asshole sliding over her stiffened tongue. 

Immediately, Earl slid up and down her tongue, and he jerked his penis while 
he pumped. 

"Isn't she a good ass sucker?" Earl panted, as he pulled. "You take some 
good-for-nothing chicks out and ask them to lick your prick, or suck on your 
ass and they object. Not Judy-she digs ass sucking, don't you, Judy?" 

Judy's mouth was too busy illustrating his comments to answer. With her 
mouth open, and her tongue stretched out, she glanced up to look at Earl's 
behind, as it came down, went up and slid down again. 

What amazed Gregg was the speed and skill Earl displayed in his 
self-stimulation with his hand. He had trained his hand to pump to the 
rhythm of her tongue, his balls jiggling joyfully up and down in the 
process. 

"Ohhh, ahhhh-eeee," Earl panted, as he pulled, trying desperately to make 
the pleasure last as long as possible. 

Flushing the toilet, and coming out of the bathroom, Doug sat on the edge of 
the bed affording a close-up view of the action. 

"Go for it, Judy-go-girl-go!" 

But Judy was a girl who didn't have to be told twice. She was so turned-on, 
she about flipped out. 

Such passionate frenzy couldn't last for long, and Earl, told her, "Stop-ass 
sucker, stop!" 

Judy knew that could only mean one thing-Earl was ready to explode. She 
quickly got out of him, and he fed her his penis. Immediately Gregg closed 
in, "Ohhh, what a sight!" He enjoyed seeing Earl's long penis sliding in, 
enjoyed watching the lips clamp tightly around it, and the flushed cheeks 
suck in. Her eyes were closed now, and she was enjoying him immensely, 
waiting eagerly for that moment when she'd get another juicy load. 

"Suck it, baby, suck it! I'm good for another round, cocksucker, thata' 
girl-I'm going to feed you prick-juice!" 

Gregg got a charge out of the hot desire flashing on Earl's face, as he fed 
her his inches. He was sweating, and watching her, and his penis as it 
slipped in and out between her hot lips. 

"Now! Now, baby, now," he grunted, and his hot sperm flashed out of his 
mouth and down her throat. "Ahhh-ohhhh-yes, baby, yes-eat it! Eat my prick!" 

Judy joyfully sucked, delighted to get another load of cum. Sperm had become 
a thing with her, almost as much a hang-up as her paddling routine, where 
she turned on as she saw the boy's buttocks reddening under the impact of 
her hard whacking paddle. 

She sucked on it so long, however, that Earl had to tell her to stop. "Hey, 
baby-feeding time is over," he told her, "Stop it-" 

Judy fastened her mouth on it, and continued sucking, her eyes still closed, 
her body twitching. 

"Hey, honey-you've had enough," Earl insisted. "Stop sucking!" 

Indeed she had had her share, but as alcohol turns a drunk on to where he 
doesn't know where to stop, sperm had the power to turn Judy on, to where 
she didn't know when to stop sucking. 

Reaching out, he pinched her nipples. That did it. The penis slid out, and 
she let out a howl. "Hey, Dr. Frankenstein, you're hurting me! Stop it!" 

Earl finally released his tight finger-grip on her breasts, and say, "My 
what nice rosy nipples! I never knew you could get so red and rosy, 
sweetheart!" 

"When you pinch them, you bastard you get 'em all red." 

"Like you get our bottoms, baby!" 

"Well, that's different," Judy scowled. "Your ass isn't as sensitive as my 
tits!" 

"That's a fact," Gregg smiled, "Now, how about knocking off the jabber, and 
sliding your sweet tongue up my tremendous asshole." 

"Alright, but none of this rough stuff. After all-I'm one woman-against 
three men!" 

"You can hold your own, honey," Gregg chuckled. And then, Judy let him 
straddle her face, lowering ever so slowly his behind over her mouth, until 
her tongue reached out and touched his quivering anus. Her tongue touch sent 
shivers of electrical sexual excitement shooting up and down his young 
spine. 

"Don't shake," Judy fumed, "How in hell do you expect me to get my tongue up 
there with you wiggling like that?" 

"I don't know," Gregg chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed to have his ass 
sucked on while his two buddies watch. 

"Well, you'd find out if I flipped my ass all over the place when you tried 
to suck my asshole," she complained, "And incidentally-that's not a bad 
idea. Why don't you lick mine when I finish eating yours out?" 

Gregg didn't answer. Sucking on Judy's asshole, with these two boys 
watching-both ready to talk-wasn't exactly his idea of a wise move. 

"Alright-I'll do yours-turnabout is fair play," he smiled, and then she went 
back to licking on his anus. Her hot tongue swept along his tight hole, and 
suddenly, she jabbed it up there, almost taking his breath away as she did 
so. 

He vividly recalled how Doug slid up and down on her flagpole tongue, and he 
duplicated the action, letting his anus experience the exciting sensation of 
her tongue jabbing up there-with his help. 

"Hey, this is a neat slippery slide," Gregg joked, and then he gripped his 
penis. 

"That's it," Earl encouraged him, "Pull it! Rim that asshole, Judy, and pull 
that meat Gregg!" 

Gregg needed little if any encouragement. But, the one problem he found 
surfacing was his inability to keep the thing jerking at this fast tempo and 
not explode in his hand. 

"Baby-I'm there," he reluctantly admitted. But, for Judy this was super-the 
start of his sliding down her throat which she'd grown to enjoy so much. She 
gripped it, and opened her mouth, as he rammed it to her. 

"I'll use my tongue in her twat," Earl suggested, but to his surprise, Judy 
stopped him. "Hey-don't do that! I want Gregg to go down on me next!" 

A little bit miffed, Earl pulled his mouth off her. 

"Get her-real particular about whose tongue slides up her busy snatch!" 

"Get your mouth back on my prick, will ya'?" Gregg insisted, not wanting to 
start any arguments at this strategic moment. His feelings were reflected in 
Judy's grabbing hand which promptly pulled the penis back to her mouth. 

"Ohhhh yessss-suck!" Gregg gasped, as he drove it down-her throat, guiding 
her head, watching his balls touch her lips as he socked it to her. 

Judy never needed to take long when she was giving her head jobs. She was an 
expert tongue artist, knowing how to slide it slowly over the penis-head, 
and then lap and lick. 

If there was one thing she didn't want to do though it was make it go off 
too quickly because she enjoyed it so much. 

"Ohhh-ahhhh-yes-yes, baby, suck it," he demanded, feeling suddenly very 
proud of his penis, and enjoying the idea of displaying it before the other 
boys so he could capture their admiration. 

Judy loved the feel of his balls as they touched her lips when he'd slide it 
all the way in. 

"Ohh-ahhhh-yes-yes," he blurted, as the penis popped in her mouth sending 
its spray of sperm hurtling down her throat, as she tried desperately to get 
a good taste of him. 

"Good girl, Judy," he told her, "That's it-eat me-eat my pecker, baby-good 
girl!" 

It was fun for him to see her cheeks suck in as she ate him, delightful to 
see her face flush, and feel her hot hands grasping his buttocks excitedly. 

Then, he pulled out, and Judy said, "Now, baby it's my turn. I want you to 
lick my asshole-like I did yours." 

Gregg hesitated. 

"Hey, you're not going to chicken out on me," Judy spit tightly. "Don't you 
dare!" 

"I won't," he laughed out loud, but he wasn't laughing inside anymore. 
Somehow, the idea of doing it with everybody watching was making him 
nervous. 

"Go ahead," Earl smiled, "The lady wants her ass sucked!" 

"Just lie back," Judy said softly, "and I'll sit down on your face-like you 
sat down on mine!" 

"Sure," he agreed quickly, and then she straddled him, lowering herself over 
his face. His tongue shot out, and he let it lick all around her anus. 
Suddenly, he remembered what had followed this when she did it for him. He 
stiffened his tongue, discovering as he did so that indeed she could slip 
smoothly up and down on it-as if it was a small penis projecting out from 
his face. 

Judy wasted no time in utilizing her fingers in her vagina, determined to 
extract every conceivable kind of pleasure from his tongue-jabbing action. 

Earl applauded, "Very good-yes-you know how to suck a chick's ass-real 
nice!" 

But, Doug watched, envying him. He had wanted to eat her, and now that Gregg 
was here, she wanted him to do that pleasurable task for her. 

"Suck! Suck!" Judy giggled, "Suck my sweet asshole, honey!" And to Gregg's 
total surprise, being talked to in a demeaning, belittling manner didn't 
upset him-it only turned him on. Faster, still faster, he drove his tongue 
up there. 

"Ohhh-ahhhh, I'm riding you lover-I'm rider you proud!" And then, she felt 
herself oozing, and knew she'd have to get his mouth over her vagina 
swiftly, if she was to enjoy the delightful sensation of being sucked to 
climax. 

"Eat my pussy-eat me," she begged Gregg. Gregg didn't want to disappoint, 
and he had become very fond of eating the hot juices from a woman's vagina. 
His tongue swept around her there, and then he pumped it to her. She 
grinned, as she guided his head over her hot hole. A triumphant expression 
spread across her face, as she urged him on, "Suck my cunt, honey! Suck it 
good! Ohhhh-yes, yes, Gregg, baby! That's it! Tongue it, faster on my clit, 
honey! Now-now-ohhhhh-wow!" 

She gushed, and Gregg rushed to devour her, lapping her juices up joyously, 
stimulated, exhilarated, alive with the electrical currents of a sexual 
turn-on when no holds are barred, and primitive passion takes over. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhh-yes-yes-ohhhhhhhhhhh! she groaned in delight as he slid his 
tongue out, and lay there looking up at her. She reached out for his hand, 
and he took it, and they squeezed. 

"Now, don't you two get serious," Doug warned. "Hey, out there! We're all 
here!" 

They both looked up and laughed as they saw Earl and Doug obviously envying 
them. 

"What time is it?" Judy asked, "We took so long tonight I'll bet were 
running late." 

"Ten past midnight," Earl said, glancing at his wrist watch. 

"We'd better call it quits for tonight," she warned, "They'll be home any 
minute now and we can't risk getting caught." 

"Right on-" Doug agreed, visions of his parents seeing him, flashing into 
his consciousness. 

"I got ticked off for a minute," Earl laughed, "when you let him lick you 
like that, Judy." 

"How nice-you were jealous-well, I wish I was two, then I could satisfy you 
both-but that's not easy." 

"You'll find a way," Doug laughed, as he slid into his shorts, and put on 
his pants, then sat down to put on his socks, and shoes. 

Next, Earl and Gregg dressed, watching with interest and Judy slid into her 
pink panties, and half-cup moon bra. The jaunty breasts spilled out, and 
looked ever so appealing to them both, they almost felt like beginning 
again. 

"What are you two sex maniacs staring at?" Judy giggled coyly. 

"Those big, juicy knockers-that's what," Gregg smiled. "Hope you don't 
care." 

"Not as long as you let me lick your banana again," she assured him. 

Stroking his still firm penis in his shorts, Gregg said. "Anytime-anytime!" 

When all three of them were dressed, and Judy had finally gotten her clothes 
on, they went downstairs. 

"I'll tidy up the bar-I must wash the glasses so they won't get suspicious." 

"I'll help," Gregg smiled, eager to get in good with her so he could 
possibly get some sex on the sly on an exclusive basis. Earl and Doug 
instantly picked this up. 

"We'll help you-we'll help you," they both chorused. 

"Thank you-how generous," she smiled knowingly, and they laughed, picking up 
instantly that she was onto them. In the haste to help, Doug broke one 
glass, letting it slip out of his hand onto the kitchen sink. He picked all 
the pieces up, and threw them in the waste paper basket, covering it up with 
some newspapers. 

Then, they each told Judy goodnight, and went on their ways. Doug split up 
with them, and the two of them went on their way. Earl asked Gregg, "How 
about that? You have a good time tonight?" 

"You know it-thanks, brother." 

"I'm glad you are my brother," Earl nodded, "I used to think about having a 
brother when I was a little kid-but it never happened." 

"It has now-and we can have a lot of fun together. Not just finding 
fucks-but sports. We can go hiking together too." 

"Great!" 

The boys walked on in silence, and when they got home they observed the 
lights were out, except for one light in the living room. 

"Guess they've gone to bed," Gregg observed. 

"Yeah-guess so-" 

They both went in quietly, and went to bed, but in the early morning hours, 
poor Marta, frustrated and confused and unable to sleep, quietly slipped out 
of her bedroom and up to Gregg's room. She didn't turn on a light. It was a 
moonlit night and she managed to get up to Gregg's room with no difficulty. 
Opening the door, she tiptoed across the room. 

Gregg saw her, and was petrified. 

"What are you doing here-now?" he demanded in a whisper. She came over and 
sat on the edge of the bed. 

"I got a call tonight that upset me. Mary Jo, Earl's regular girlfriend 
phoned to tell me Earl has been having sex with Judy down the street-the 
girl you went to see tonight." 

"Did she tell you this to try to get Earl back with her?" 

"I don't know," Marta said nervously, "But as soon as she phoned-I thought 
of you going over to visit Judy." 

"Alright, I won't lie to you-I fucked her." 

The moment he said that, Marta got so upset it was all she could do not to 
scream out in pain like a wounded animal. She thought of Gregg's body as 
something she possessed, and she didn't want to share it. 

"Why? Why did you do it?" she demanded. 

"Not so loud," Gregg insisted, "You want to wake up the whole house and then 
where will I be?" 

"Worried about yourself-aren't you? What do you think my dear, kind, 
considerate husband would do if he knew we had played around?" 

"Kill you?" 

"Very likely," Marta replied. "But I'm disappointed in you! I really am. I 
thought you cared something about me. Apparently, I'm just another fuck in 
your life-and I don't mean another thing to you." 

To prove she did mean something, Gregg reached out, wrapping his arms around 
her, and kissing her cheek. 

She picked this up as her cue, and immediately pressed her lips down on his, 
sliding her tongue along the surface of his lips, At the same time, she 
reached down, and let her hand grope his penis. Instantly, it hardened. 

Her breath came short, her heart pounded rapidly, as she felt his penis with 
her hand, and let her tongue slip inside his mouth. Marta had learned by 
years of experience with her husband that its best to make him beg for it. 
So, she didn't go down on him immediately, but deliberately took her time so 
he would indeed beg for it. 

However, Gregg had had his quota of sex for the night and he was determined 
not to have her suck him off. More than that, he didn't want his new father 
to catch him in the act. She was surprised, he didn't shove her down over it 
immediately, and she figured she'd have to use her tongue more effectively 
against his tongue. She inserted her tongue and flipped it back and forth 
swiftly, stimulating him all the more. 

Finally, she gave up and pulled away. 

"Why didn't you ask me to?" 

"I'm dying to have you blow me, honey, but not now. Maybe Earl will wake 
up-maybe Dad will hear us." 

"It's worth the risk-" 

"No, it isn't," he said tightly, "I'm not going to chance it." She reached 
down, and discovered fear had won out over passion and his penis was soft. 
This really disgusted her. 

"I might as well go back to bed," she snapped, "if that's all the action I'm 
going to get here." 

She got up, and strode rapidly out of the bedroom. And after she was gone, 
Gregg couldn't get back to sleep. It haunted him to think of her walking in 
like that on him. Had she become so hung-up on having sex with him-she'd 
risk everything-even her life. If so, he knew he was trailing a dangerous 
path, and wished he knew how to end it. 

But, as he thought of her passionate lips pressed on his, her breasts 
crushing against his chest, he knew that would not be easy. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

"We-we can't have sex when your son is here, not when your husband is 
downstairs," Gregg insisted. 

Marta finally listened to reason, but pouting replied, "When?" 

"How about next week-maybe one day I could cut out of school and come home 
and fuck my Mom." 

"Oh, Gregg-don't put it like that!" 

"Why not?" he smiled, "isn't that what you want me to do?" 

"Well, yes," she nodded, "What day-I want to be home when you're here." 

"Wednesday," he said, "I'll come home around ten in the morning." 

"Great," she whispered, kissing him gently on the side of the cheek, and 
then she got up and walked out of the room and back to bed. As she slipped 
in beside Lee, he asked her, "Honey, where have you been?"-, "I-I just 
didn't feel well so I went into the den and did some reading to try to 
distract my mind from my upset stomach." 

"That's too bad," he whispered, and pulled her closer to him. 

"Feel better now?" 

"Yes," she said softly. Then, he reached for her hand and placed it on his 
rigid penis. 

"Honey, could you suck it off for me. I'd go back to sleep in a minute if 
you took care of me." 

"Alright," she agreed, but not eagerly. She let her breasts slide along his 
naked body until she came to his genitals. Then, she let her tongue lick 
along his throbbing rod. He thought he'd flip out, as his wife began 
tickling his testicles with her tongue. 

"Honey, why don't you slide a finger up my asshole while you suck me?" 

"Alright, baby," she agreed, and as she slipped her finger up his tight 
behind, she couldn't help but wish it was with her young tiger, Gregg. 

"Yes, yes-I like it-keep sliding that finger up there," he begged her, and 
then with her other free hand, she gripped his penis and began stroking it 
up and down swiftly enjoying the sight of the head as it became more 
swollen. 

Her mouth suddenly went over it, and she began sucking. He instantly thrust 
forward, letting it touch the back of her throat. Now, he was on fire to 
fuck her face. 

"Baby, eat my dong-eat that prick," he panted, as he reached down and 
gripped her head in his hands, and rammed his rod all the way up there. 

"Ohhh-ahhhh-yes-yess!" he gasped, "Suck it! Suck that cock-that's the way, 
baby-eat it-eat my prick!" 

To satisfy her lust for Lee, Marta found it necessary to pretend the penis 
she was sucking on was Gregg's. This made it seem twice as appealing. 

"Suck!" he cried, letting his fingers claw into her head, as he lifted up 
off the bed, letting his slippery penis slide into her. 

"Ohhhh, baby, do I love this," he panted, "You're a good wife-suck me-suck 
me!" 

Marta discovered she'd developed pacing and she could slide her mouth up and 
down the saliva slick rod, going to the base of it, and producing voluptuous 
sensations for her husband he never dreamt existed. The addition of a finger 
gliding up his hot, tight behind, coupled with the cocksucking action was 
better than anything she'd done for him before. 

"Yes-yes, baby," he panted, "That's it! Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Eat it! Eat my cock!" 

She could tell from the way his long staff slid in and out of her mouth he 
was close to climax. Now, he made the connection so tight it was impossible 
for her to breathe, and she thought she'd gag when he stabbed it down her 
throat. But, this apparently was precisely the position that stimulated him 
most of all. 

"Ohhhh, baby, yes, yes," he grunted, as he exuberantly rammed it down her 
throat, exploding. 

"Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh-beautiful! Suck it-suck me," he urged, as he slid out, 
allowing the head to remain in her mouth so he could get it sucked the way 
he liked it most of all, her succulent mouth ravishing the head of his male 
member. Now, she slipped her finger out of his behind, and used her hand to 
press his prostate, to tantalize his testicles, and grip them tightly, 
lightly squeezing them. 

"Baby, you're beautiful," he sighed, as he lay back, relaxed, satisfied. 

Sliding off him, he rolled over and went to sleep. But, it wasn't quite that 
easy for his troubled wife to drift off to dreamland. She couldn't get Gregg 
off her mind. It was as if some unfinished business kept haunting her, 
something she had to complete, but couldn't. 

She finally did get to sleep, but by then it was almost morning. When her 
husband got up to go to work, he tugged her, "Baby-I'm going to the office 
today-" 

"This is Sunday," she told him. 

"I know it-but I've still got to go." 

"Do you mind if I sleep in?" she asked. 

"Of course not, luv," he smiled, kissing her on the cheek as he went to get 
his own breakfast. Later, she got up and fixed a good meal for her two sons. 

"You have a good time last night?" she asked Earl. "Did you introduce Gregg 
to Judy?" 

"Yes, I did," he chuckled. And then Gregg chuckled too. 

"What's so funny?" she demanded, and both of them shook their heads. 

The day sped by quickly, with the two boys going for a ride on their 
bicycles together, and then Marta fixed a good Sunday night dinner for the 
family. 

When Earl and Gregg sat down at the table, Lee was moved to comment, "Just 
one big happy family-" 

Gregg found that comment hitting his funnybone and he burst out laughing. 
His nervous laughter elicited surprise from Lee, who asked, "What are you 
laughing at?" 

"I wasn't laughing about what you said-it was something else-" 

"I hope so," Lee said, a little curious about the real reason why Gregg had 
suddenly been caught up in a siege of laughter. 

Worrying about her own sexual involvement with her adopted son, Marta, she 
cut in, "Well, kids just laugh when there's no reason-" 

"I guess so," Lee shrugged, puzzled. After dinner they watched the Sunday 
night movie on television, and then they went to bed. For Marta the week 
didn't exist until Wednesday. That was the day she looked forward to-the day 
she could spring to life. She took a lingering bath when the boys had gone 
to school, and then a brisk shower. Next, she slipped into some hot pants, 
and then she began reading in a book on sex her husband had left behind. She 
read about utilizing whipped cream to splash over the breasts, over the 
buttocks, over the vagina or on the tip of the penis to make the body, 
something super to lick upon. 

She went to the kitchen, and took out a can of whipped cream, and she found 
a small jar of honey. Then, she took them up to Gregg's bedroom where she 
thought it best to have sex. A few moments later, she heard footsteps. She 
went downstairs, and there was her husband. 

"Hi, honey," she called out, forgetting she had her hot pants on. 

"Hi, baby-what are you doing wearing those sexy hot pants?" 

She looked down, and quickly countered with a question while she fished for 
an answer, "What are you doing home now?" 

"I forgot the Carson files-and the boss said, 'go home and get it', so here 
I am." 

"Oh, that's too bad," she said nervously realizing she still hadn't come up 
with a good reason for being in hot pants. 

And then, her husband eyeing her, said, "Maybe we could have some fun-huh?" 

"Why, Lee," she said grimly, "How could you think of sex in the morning? 
You're being paid to work-not-not-" 

"I guess I can wait until tonight." 

"I should hope so," Marta said edgily, hoping that Lee would get out before 
Gregg came back from school. And she was lucky because Lee smiled, "See you 
later, sexy," and hurried out of the house, got in his car and backed out of 
the driveway and was gone. 

Marta felt so nervous she knew she needed something to calm her down, and 
she went to the bar and poured herself a straight shot of whiskey. Just as 
she turned around she saw Gregg walking in the door. 

"Hi," he smiled. 

"Oh, Gregg-I'm so glad you're here." 

"Why, what's up?" 

"My husband forgot something and came back to pick it up. Some file he has 
to have-well, I hoped your paths wouldn't cross-and they didn't." 

"That's nice," Gregg smiled. "Let's get at it! I'm really hot right now." 

"So am I," she smiled, and then she led the way up to his room. "I think 
we'd better do it up here-I'd hate to have Lee catch me in our bedroom." 

"Can you lock the door in my room?" 

"Sure you can," she nodded, as she illustrated how the slide-lock worked. 
Then, it didn't take Gregg long to unbutton his shirts, unclasp his belt, 
and unzip his pants. His huge penis slid into view, and Marta was 
fascinated. She took her blouse off swiftly, and slipped out of her 
hot-pants, and then she stood there naked. Instantly, Gregg dropped to his 
knees, and pressed his lips caressingly to her vagina. He began licking 
energetically, and then with her hands pressing gently down on his head, she 
suggested, "Honey, let's move over to the bed-I've got some great ideas." 

Gripping her legs tightly, he smiled up at her, "What kind of ideas, honey?" 

"Good ones," she grinned, and then he released her legs, and she went over 
to the bedside table, and smiled, "This is whipped cream-" She stretched out 
on the bed, and squeezed its contents on each breasts, and then down at her 
vagina. He immediately got the idea, and smiled, "Ohhh, that's great-whipped 
cream titties, and hot whipped cream snatch-that's super!" 

Straddling her, he bent over and let his tongue sweep around the surface of 
her breast, quickly licking, lapping, enjoying the whipped cream. 

And then, she let her hands roam around his head while he loved her there. 

"Baby, bite the nipples gently with just your teeth-you know how I like it!" 

Gregg let his teeth bare down on her nipples and then allowed his mouth to 
suck. She became so turned on, she had to reach down his back, and massaged 
his behind, as he licked her breasts. He moved to the other breast, letting 
his tongue sweep over it, and then nibbled lightly. 

"Ohh, baby, you're beautiful," she smiled, as he slid down her body, going 
to her moist triangle which was white with whipped cream. It didn't take him 
long to tongue that, and just as he was ready to eat her vagina, she pushed 
him off. 

"Baby, let me add something to it," and she reached over to the nightstand 
and picked up the plastic container, and slid it up her slit, and squeezed. 

Gregg couldn't help laughing. "That is neat," he grinned, "Hurry up! I can 
hardly wait." 

Then, she removed the container and he went down on her instantly. And his 
tongue stiffening, inserted, sweeping around the juicy honey walls of her 
vagina. 

"Ohhh, baby, does that tongue of yours ever know how to lick me!" 

Moving off a moment, he smiled up at her, reaching up to grip her breasts, 
pinching the nipples tightly. "You like that tongue action-hmmmm?" 

"Yes, ohh-yes, go back down." 

Her body quivered, as his tongue began its jabbing thrusts, as if it was a 
stiff penis. Lashing her clitoris, he was carrying her to quick climax. 

Reaching down, she ran her fingers through his hair. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhh-yes-yes-eat me, eat me," she begged, her enthusiasm building, 
"Now-now, lover now!" 

As she held him in a vise-like grim, she gushed, and he let his tongue 
triumphantly sweep around her juicy vagina, enjoying the delectable 
combination of pussy-juice, mixed with sticky golden honey. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhh, keep licking baby, keep licking me," she begged, and Gregg got 
a mouthful and then some. Finally, he pulled his face off her vagina, 
greedily licking his lips. 

"Baby, let's make it quick-cause I'm almost ready to get my gun off right 
now-I'm that excited!" 

"Alright," she smiled, but she insisted, "I want to get your body sucking 
good-with some whipped cream and honey!" 

"How you going to work it?" 

"I'll just have you lie on your back," she began telling him. Obediently, 
Gregg lay on his bed, and she reached up for a couple pillows, "and slide 
these under your sweet ass!" 

Next, she reached over to pick up the whipped cream container, and she shot 
it over his chest, making a white trail to his penis, which she topped with 
a great gob of the white, whipped cream. And then, she put the whipped cream 
container back on the nightstand, picking up the plastic honey container, 
and when she had it even with his anus, she smiled, "I'm going to goose you, 
baby! Like this!" 

With a hard shove, she succeeded in sliding it up his rectum, squeezing it 
quickly so that the honey contents would go swooshing up there. 

"That feels funny," he chuckled, "Quit! Stop it!" 

"Alright," she nodded, "but I wanted to get your ass ready for my tongue, 
baby." 

And then, she placed the honey container back on the nightstand, and 
straddling her young teenage lover started licking on his, covered with 
whipped cream chest. He liked it, but it did make him laugh. Watching in the 
mirror, he could see her breasts hanging, her head obbing up and down as she 
licked excitedly. His laughter bothered her. 

"What are you laughing about, you silly boy!" 

"Nothing-it tickles. Your tongue tickles!" 

"It'll tickle your sweet asshole in another minute," she smiled, as she let 
her tongue sweep over his naked chest, and down to his privates. He still 
had the whipped cream on top of his penis, he gripped tightly in his hand. 

"Lick the cream off my cock," he grinned. Her mouth instantly slipped over 
the head of his male member, as she not only devoured the whipped cream but 
went to town licking the penis-head. 

And then, she whispered, "spread your legs-lover, I'll lick here." 

As she looked at his spread loins, the beauty of his body was once more 
impressed upon her. The firm, round globes of his butt, the beauty of his 
sturdy thighs, the magic of his anus. 

"Go ahead-start licking," he insisted, and her tongue began caressing all 
around his inner thighs, and then she swept down to his hot anus, suddenly 
sweeping in circular movements. And then, plunging her tongue into his hot 
hole, she felt his body began to vibrate, as he lovingly wrapped his legs 
around her. 

"Ohh, yes, yes, lick my ass out," he begged, as he felt her hot tongue 
pumping in and out rhythmically. And Marta was discovering just how exciting 
sex like this could be. She was totally stimulated, and the taste of the 
sticky honey in his anus further excited her. 

"Ohhh, hot baby, suck it," he panted, and his own hand seized his penis, as 
he felt the urge to jack-off. Pumping to keep time to her wellpaced 
tongue-jabs, he quickly discovered that the rimming and jerking action was a 
new high in sexual trips. 

"Rim it," he panted, "Rim my asshole. Ahhh-yes, yes, faster, asssucker, 
faster! Let that tongue slide up there. Ohhh-ahhh, yes, yes, that's 
it-faster!" 

She succeeded in licking all the sweet golden honey out of his anus, and she 
yearned for his hot sperm load which was nearing a climax in his hand, she 
swept out of his anus, licking his testicles, as she licked the underside of 
his staff. Then, she glommed on the rod, letting her mouth slip over its 
head, and sucking smoothly down to its base, enjoying the sweet sight of his 
swelling testicles, his curly pubic hair. 

"Eat it," he told her, driving it savagely down her throat. "That's it, 
cock-eater, eat my dick!" 

Joyously, she devoured his penis like a sword swallower, and the connection 
was so intimate, so passionately close that as their bodies merged, penis 
thrusting down throat, she felt as if they were actually one. And the 
connecting link was Gregg's glorious cock, his magnificent balls, his 
virile, energetic, sexual enthusiasm-all focused on her face. 

Running his fingers through her hair, he panted, "Ahhh-baby, that's it-don't 
move! Let me slide it down that way!" 

Focusing the head of his pecker on one side of her throat, he was swiftly 
bringing himself to a climax. 

"Eat me, eat my juicy prick," he panted, pushing it at another angle. His 
body wouldn't quit vibrating, and she couldn't stop sucking, as she waited 
eagerly for his delectable load. 

"Now, baby, now," he finally grunted, as he unleashed his cum-load, filling 
her mouth with sticky sperm. "That's it-eat me-eat my cock!" 

The penis shot, and re-shot, she sucked. Both of them were obtaining total 
satisfaction in this ultimate orgasm that they were experiencing. 

The juicy goodness of his sperm never tasted better and she sucked smoothly, 
making it a point to slow down enough so she could have the pleasure of 
tasting him. 

"That's it-easy sucker-easy!" 

Gregg wanted their pleasure to last just as long as possible, and he saw no 
reason to rush-anymore than she did. He patted her head appreciatively, and 
this pleased her. It meant he recognized her-and appreciated her. This more 
than made it meaningful-something Lee could never conceive of doing. 

As she slipped off him, her eyes opened, and she looked appreciatively up at 
her lusty, young lover. 

"A mother couldn't ask for a sweeter son," she smiled. 

"Thanks, Mom," Gregg grinned, "You know what?" 

"What, son?" 

"I'm starved-" 

"So am I," she said, glancing at the clock, "Let's get some grub-okay?" 

"Okay, Mom." 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

They both slipped into their clothes, and went back downstairs. Marta went 
immediately to the refrigerator and pulled out a cold tuna fish salad. 

"You're going to like this," she assured him, "And I've got some orange 
juice, a small steak and ice cream." 

"What are you trying to do?" Gregg smiled. 

"Love you," she laughed, "After so much sex-we've got to stock up." 

"You're doing that." 

She turned on the stove, and got the griddle hot before she put the steak on 
to sizzle. "Why don't you begin on your salad, luv?" she smiled, "There's 
the orange juice, and I'll have your steak up in a minute." 

The smell of the sizzling steak excited his taste buds. Steak where he came 
from was a rarity indeed. Now, it was like being in heaven-luscious sex, 
delicious food, this was the scrumptious life. Marta sat down at the table, 
and he could tell by the happy glow on her face how happy she was. 

"I always wondered what it would be like to have a second son," she smiled, 
"it's better than I ever dreamed!" 

"Do you get hot to trot with your other son?" 

Marta put her knife and fork down, discontinuing cutting her steak, and then 
she looked up at Gregg. 

"That, my love, is a different story-Earl is my own flesh and blood. I 
wouldn't want to have sex with him. With you-it's different." 

"But I'm still a kid," he smiled. 

"Yeah," she laughed, "but what a kid! Her hand went out to him, and he 
placed his over hers. "I don't like doing this to Lee, Mom-it isn't fair to 
my new Dad." 

"Why bring him up?" 

"Because he goes out and works-and we both eat off him. It just isn't fair-" 

"I wouldn't worry about it," she said coolly, "Lee plays around a lot." 

"Do you think so?" 

"I know so. I've found rubbers in his pockets, women's phone numbers, and 
even lipstick on his shorts-nice, loyal Lee," she grimaced. 

"The bastard," Gregg snapped, "Marta, if you were mine, I wouldn't cheat!" 

"I know you wouldn't," she said, her eyes moistening, "You and I have got 
something wild going for us. It's like electricity, and when our bodies 
meet, sparks have to fly." 

"You're not kidding. You know you just looking at me like that gives me a 
hard-on." 

"Does it?" Marta asked excitedly, delighted at the thought she was such a 
turn-on for this young, sexy boy. 

"Bet your ass, baby. Sometimes, when I look at you I even feel my joint 
juicing." 

"Oh, baby-why does age have to separate us?" 

"It doesn't as far as I'm concerned," fifteen-year-old Gregg said sincerely, 
as he looked into the eyes of his fresh, newly adopted mom. 

"Let's go back upstairs," she suggested with a sly smile, "I'm ready-" 

"So am I," he smiled. 

"Give me a hand with these dishes, and we'll get them out of the way." 

It didn't take Marta long to do the dishes, as she was motivated to have sex 
with her son. 

Once they were put away in the cupboard, they went upstairs. Locking the 
door, she began undressing automatically, as did Gregg. 

"Let's try different things this time," Gregg suggested, curious to find out 
every kind of sex position possible. She went over to the bed, and lay down, 
and he said, "I'd like to have you throw your legs up around my neck, and 
let me slide in from that angle." 

And so, Marta threw her legs up at angles, as her young lover knelt. Soon, 
he had her legs on his shoulders, as he worked his penis into her slot from 
this kneeling position. Gregg loved the helpless expression on Marta's face, 
as she lay back, affording him a superb view of her generous-size breasts 
with their rosy-red nipples. 

Now, that Gregg had himself sliding in and out of her vagina, she gripped it 
tightly, and he rammed it. 

"Oh, baby, does that ever feel good-slide down on me, so I feel your chest-I 
want to look into your eyes when you drill me." 

Immediately, he bent over farther, and her leg swept over his behind, her 
foot massaging it, as he drove himself in and out in hard, driving thrusts. 

"Ohhh, baby, does that ever feel fantastic!" she whimpered, as she felt her 
own passion build to match his pitching penis. 

"Fuck me," she begged, "Ahh-ohhhh, yes-harder, honey!" 

She let her hands wander up and down his back, rising with the swell of his 
buttocks, massaging him, enjoying him. 

"That's it," he grunted, "keep your ass in gear! Fuckjt, fuck me, baby!" 

Panting, pushing, thrusting, he kept drilling her there. 
"Ohhhh-ahhhh-yes-yes-faster, fucker, faster," she begged for more. This 
excited him no end, as he delighted in his enthusiasm, vigorously gripping 
his buttocks, slipping her sliding finger up his anus. 

He kept driving it up there until he almost climaxed. "Hey-I don't want it 
to go off yet-I want to try another way of screwing you," he insisted. 

She slipped her finger out of his behind and he slid his penis out of her 
vagina, and suggested, "Let's try a chair!" 

"A chair?" 

"Sure, haven't you ever heard of chair-fucking?" 

"No," she admitted frankly, "but I'm game for anything. Let's try using a 
chair." 

It didn't take long for the action to commence. Gregg sat in a chair, and 
Marta went over, and slid her vagina down over his penis. Her back was 
facing his chest, and it gave her a chance to feel the insertion at her 
clitoris in the most effective manner. 

And Gregg discovered that in this position his hands were free to caress her 
belly, breasts or clitoris. Together they kept this up, as Gregg pushed his 
chest tighter to her back, and let his hands grip her hot breasts. 

"I can really drive it in if you'll grab it with your cunt," he told her. 
"Yes, yes, that's it-like that!" 

She felt the passion building, and she was turned-on all the way, as her 
vagina clasped his sliding tool, releasing its grip, and then suddenly 
gripping it again. "Ohhhh, baby, this is beautiful," Gregg panted, with 
pleasure, "I'm feeling it all the way to my toes." 

"So am I," she smiled, "Keep it up lover! You're right-on! Fuck me!" 

Roughly, he massaged her breasts, pinching the nipples passionately enjoying 
every moment of it. 

"Yes-yes, like that," she panted in delight, letting her tightly-clasped 
vagina grip, twist, and turn as she sat on his legs. 

"Ohhh-baby, I won't last long like this. You better try me at another 
angle-I want to really shoot it, and have you fuck it when I go off." 

"Alright," she agreed. And then the two of them decided they should try 
something different. "Slide off me, honey," he insisted, "Okay?" 

"Okay," she agreed, and she slid off him. Then, he suggested, "Let's do it 
standing up-how about it?" 

"If you want to-" 

"Yes, baby, yes-that's what I want," he smiled, and she stood up, facing 
him, but he told her, "I want to fuck you from behind-let's go Greek!" 

So, she turned around, and he insisted, "Bend over-" She bent over, and he 
put his hands on her hips, as she put her hands on her knees to make it 
easier to stand in this position. Spitting into his hand, he applied his 
spit to the head of his huge penis. Then, he spit again, and used his own 
spit to make her anus easier to enter. Then, ever so slowly, he used one 
hand to grip her behind, the other to slide his tool up there. Slowly, 
slowly, the penis slipped up there. 

"Fuck it," he said tightly, "That's it! Fuck!" 

The hot tool thrust inside her anus, and she gripped it, squeezing it 
tightly, and he vigorously thrust it up there, driving himself in to the 
hilt, letting his balls jiggle playfully on her upturned behind. 

"Ohhh, yes, yes," he stammered, "Now, we're riding! Fuck, me, Mama!" 

When her newly adopted son called her 'Mama' in the middle of bugging her, 
she suddenly felt a twinge of guilt surface. He was a fifteen year old 
orphan, and she was a woman who'd had every kind of advantage. She shouldn't 
be doing things like this with him, yet she felt tempted, and his huge, hot 
penis had the power to propel her body into any position he asked for. 

"Twist your tail!" he insisted, "That's it! Grab it! Fuck it-fuck it faster! 
Faster, baby, faster!" 

She began enjoying it as it slid smoothly, evenly inside her anus, but there 
was one thing missing. She loved the feel of Gregg's hot, rough hands on her 
breasts. 

"Play with my titties," she told him. Eager to please, young Gregg bent 
over, letting his chest press down on her back, as he reached around to 
clasp her breasts. His fingers pinched her nipples, and he panted, "Grind 
it, baby-grind your ass for me!" 

Churning her behind, she let her buttocks grip his sliding tool, squeezing 
it tightly. 

"Oh, yes, Mama," he cried as he passionately pinched her nipples, and rammed 
it to her. "Fuck me-fuck me, hot mama-fuck me," he begged her, as she 
accommodated by grasping, and grinding, in a well-paced twisting motion that 
produced electric-thrills up and down his spine. 

She also enjoyed his fingers pinching her nipples. The surge of passion that 
swept through her made her move her behind, still faster-timing it to the 
ramming, hard-driving penis which kept sliding up there. 

"You're a hell of a good ass-fucker," he gasped, enjoying every thrust more 
than the last one. "Oh, Wow! Keep it up, I'm riding my Mama! Fuck me, Mama, 
fuck me!" 

Throwing all inhibitions overboard, Marta let herself go in a frenetic 
grinding action, delighting in the long, hard thrust of his penis. 

"Ohhh, yes-yes," she panted, "Keep it up, baby, keep it up!" 

"Fuck it! Fuck it!" 

Now, his balls jiggled unmercifully, as he drove it in to the hilt, and kept 
repeatedly stabbing her anus with his huge, hard rod. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it," he grunted, "Ohh-ahhhh-yes, baby, yes-fuck," and then 
he shot his gun off. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he cried excitedly, "Ohhhh-ahhhh, milk me, 
Mama-milk me! Yes, that's the way!" 

Her ass-muscles did indeed milk him, as he drove himself inside her. 
"Ohhhh-ahhhhh, beautiful-beautiful," he gasped in frenzied delight, reaching 
down to slip a couple fingers in her vagina. 

"Do me, do me," she begged passionately, as his fingers worked effectively 
inside her there. 

"Keep it up! Ohhh, yess! Yes! Faster! Harder!" 

Then, she gushed, and he felt it as his fingers went sticky with her love 
juices. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhhh, yes, lover, yes-we're perfect together-perfect," she panted, 
thrilling to the fact her young, torrid lover had brought her to a 
shattering climax too. 

Slipping his sticky fingers out of her, he slowly eased his still rock-hard 
cock out of her tight asshole. Then, he went to the bathroom, and washed 
off. She came in, and planted a kiss on his behind, while he washed his 
penis. 

"You really love me, don't you?" he asked nervously, now wondering if this 
thing hadn't gone too far. 

"Pardon me, but I do," she nodded, rising from kissing his firm, round white 
behind. 

Then they both went to the bed and lay down. "There are so many things the 
two of us can do together," she smiled, "I just want to try them all!" 

"Alright," Gregg smiled, "Do anything you want to-I'm game." 

"Lie on your stomach sweetheart," she smiled, and Gregg accommodatingly 
rolled over on his stomach. Then, she went down to his buttocks, straddling 
him here with her breasts, pressing down on his behind. 

"That feels great," he assured her, "Yes-I like that!" And as she brushed 
her breasts against his bottom, she discovered just how much he liked that. 

"You're titties feel tremendous," He turned to tell her, enjoying the sight 
of her beautiful white breasts with their red nipples pushing down at him. 

Pulling her body down, she started licking him there. Then, she buried her 
face between the cheeks of his buttocks, tongue jabbing his hot anus. 

"I've got an idea of how I'd like to screw you," he told her quickly. "Get 
out of my ass, and let me show you how I'd like to do it." 

She pulled off him, and he lay on his back. "Now what I'd like you doing is 
facing the other direction, and leaning forward, straddling me as you slide 
your cunt over my cock." 

"Alright-if you say so-" 

So, she straddled him, and he gripped her buttocks, as he helped her slide 
down over his huge penis. 

"Yes, that's it-that's it," he smiled, as he slid himself smoothly into her 
tight, twisting vagina. She gripped the sheets in the intensity of her 
excitement. 

"Ahhh-ohhhhh, ram it," she begged, "Sock it to me! Ohhh, yes-yes, I can feel 
it all the way to my toes. Give, baby, give!" 

The giant-sizer stabbed her, and her vagina muscles gripped it tightly, as 
she vigorously gave his young, hot penis a wild workout. 

Gregg let his hands pat her behind, pinching her excitedly. "Ohhh, baby-I 
like this," he informed her, as he pinched, massaged, played with her. 

"I like your hands on me," she smiled, "You feel so good to me. You put so 
much into your fucks!" 

Marta glanced in the mirror, and she was proud of herself that she was 
capable of producing such pleasure in this young stud. She fantasized about 
working in a whore house, wishing she could take on one young boy after 
another, servicing his sexual needs. She could see the penises-lined up, she 
could imagine how exciting it would be to lick the upturned, young behinds, 
and then the magic moment when they'd thrust their tool into her. She 
imagined how she'd twist her tail, gripping their sliding rods tightly, as 
she'd give them the fuck of their lives. 

"Grab it!" Gregg cried, "That's it! Twist it, baby, twist it," he panted as 
he continued ramming it to her, enjoying every stimulating second of their 
sexual encounter. 

Such sharp, erotic delight couldn't last for long, as this position had him 
on the keen edge of orgasm from the very first moment when he drove it up 
her. 

"Now, baby, now!" 

"Ohhh, yes, yes, Harder! Faster!" And then he exploded inside her gash, 
bathing her with the hot splash of his sperm. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, that's it, you fucker, finish me!" 

Gripping his tool tightly in her vagina, she squeezed, milking the contents 
as he spurted, his repeater peter being turned on high, with the 
irresistible stimulation her body provided him. 

Finally, he lay back, and she smoothly slid off his cum sticky penis, and 
she went to the bathroom a moment. When she was gone, a sudden desire to be 
a man seized him. He imagined how great it would be if the two of them could 
run off together, and he could forget high school. 

As she came out of the bathroom, he smiled, "Come over here and sit down-" 

"Alright," she nodded, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed. And then 
he looked into her eyes, and said, "How would you like to blow this scene? I 
mean zap it, and begin again!" 

Gregg's wild proposal took her by surprise. 

"What would we live on?" 

"Love," he smiled. 

"You can't spend love at a supermarket," she reminded him trying to be 
realistic about his frantic idea. 

"We'd find a way. If you had some money in a bank account that we could tap, 
we could grab a plane for anywhere!" 

Suddenly, the most exciting cities flashed before her; Miami and its warm 
sunny beaches, New Orleans with its enchanting French Quarter, New York City 
with all its never-ending wonders, Chicago-its beautiful Lake Michigan 
setting. 

"What are you thinking about?" Gregg demanded, puzzled by the smile that 
lighted her face. 

"I was just thinking of where we might go," she told him. 

"You name it-I'll go with you-and just let him try and find us. I'm a man, 
and you're my woman." 

Seizing her, the young teenager crushed his lips on hers. Whether it was an 
ego-trip she took because he asked her to run away with him, or whether it 
was because of the wild way he could sock it to her in the hay, she didn't 
know. But, this she did know-she wanted to get away. 

"How would you like to go to Florida?" she asked him as her mind quit 
thinking dispassionately, and she thought only about how much fun she'd 
have. 

"I'd love it," he said, "When do we go?" 

"We'd better decide right away," she said, glancing at the clock. "It's 
about one now, and the banks close at three." 

"You mean you'll do it?" 

"Why not?" 

He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her passionately. Then, he 
smiled, "Baby, let me eat you-we still have time." 

"Not much time," she told him. 

But enthusiastic young Gregg was so eager to have one last more fling with 
her that he begged some more. 

"Please-I'm a pussy eater from way back-let me eat your snatch!" 

She straddled his chest, wadding up the pillow behind his head, so she could 
guide her vagina to his face. His tongue quickly lashed out, sweeping along 
her slit. Then, it suddenly stabbed her vagina. 

"Ohhh, honey, you're so beautiful-eat me," she begged. Gregg stabbed her 
gash with his tongue, and whipped it around her clitoris, enjoying every 
part of her there. 

Instinctively, he knew what tongue motions to make. He licked the walls of 
her vagina, and then whipped his tongue around her clitoris, finally 
nibbling. 

"Play with my titties," she begged him, as she felt his tongue lashing 
inside her. 

Gregg reached up and joyfully gripped her breasts, and he squeezed them 
dramatically, pinching the nipples, squeezing, and hurting her, while his 
tongue lashed away, ravishing her vagina. 

"Ohhh, I-I'm alive! You're beautiful. I'm coming to life. It's all in your 
tongue! Tongue me, tongue me!" 

Her frenzy produced his intimate excitement, and he spontaneously licked, 
bit, and flicked his tongue around inside her hot hole until she gushed. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhhh-yes-yes," she panted, unable to stop the juices from flowing 
into his eagerly licking mouth. As he pulled off, releasing his grip on her 
breasts. 

She lay down beside him, wrapping his arm around herself a moment, 
whispering, "Nobody-and I mean nobody ever loved me like you just did. That 
was something, baby-something I'll never forget!" 

"You liked it, huh?" 

"Um hmmmmmm," she purred, lying there, luxuriating in the afterglow of a 
furious fuck. 

Finally, Gregg reminded her, "It's one thirty-we'd better get to the 
bank-okay!" 

"Okay," she nodded, and then she said, "What should we pack?" 

"The money-in our wallets," he said sternly, "If we take a lot of clothes 
we'll only get them suspicious-we can't do that." 

"If you say so," she smiled. 

"I love you," he laughed, and that startled her. 

"Why-why are you laughing?" 

"Because you turn me on so much-look-I'm hard again!" 

"No-" 

"Yes," he nodded, chuckling, "the cock that wouldn't go down, meets the 
mouth girl who will-" 

"We-we can't have anymore sex if we're going to split this place," she 
insisted. 

"Just a quickie blow-job," he insisted, "I-I've got to get my rocks off. 
With this prick sticking straight out, how could I board a plane?" 

"Well, that's true," she said, as she went down to his crotch, and pressed 
her great-sized breasts against his penis, which fitted comfortably into her 
cleavage. 

"This is what I call a sex sandwich," Marta laughed, "And your cock is the 
sausage, my tits the bread wrapping the sausage." 

"My favorite sandwich," young Gregg smiled. 

It didn't take her long to let her tongue slide along the underside of his 
penis, as she wanted to get his gun off as quickly as possible so she could 
get going to the bank. Finally, seizing his throbbing penis, she slipped her 
mouth down over the head of it, and sucked vigilantly. 

"Ohh, yes, that's it, give me a good head-job," he panted, pressing with his 
hands down over her head. "Now! Ohh! Ahhh! Yes-yes, suck that cock!" 

His pelvis thrust up, and she opened. Now, it was sliding swiftly down her 
throat. She could smell the sweet sweat of his loins, and she loved it. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhhh-suck-suck-suck it," he demanded, and she pulled off it so her 
mouth could finish him off. He was so hot now, his hands went through her 
hair, as he rammed it to her. 

"Suck! Suck! Suck it!" 

That was all he could take. The hot sperm splashed down her throat, as she 
ate him. When it was over, she slipped off silently, her eyes glazed with 
lust and satisfaction at another feeding time. 

"Alright," Gregg said huskily, "I guess we'd better split." 

"I guess we'd better," she repeated after him as if hypnotized. 

She got up, and slipped into her clothes, and hurried downstairs, but all 
the time she was thinking of what she'd be doing to her husband, her own son 
if she went on this wild rampage. Yet, she felt compelled to do what her 
young lover asked her to-at any price. 

She put on her yellow suit, which always went well with her and Gregg was 
standing outside the bedroom door. 

"Don't take forever," he complained, "Do you know what time it is?" 

"I-I'm coming," she assured him, and then the two of them walked out the 
house together, and to her car. Getting in, she drove down to the bank. 

She went to the bank teller, and presented the girl with her bankbook. 

"I want to take it all out," she told the girl. "Close out my account." 

"Certainly," the teller agreed, and then she went to take the large bills 
from the safe in the back of the bank. She slipped the money in her purse, 
and made a hasty exit. 

But as she got out of the bank, she had second thoughts about going. She 
didn't want to go now, yet she didn't know how to get out of it. 

"You got the money?" Gregg asked eagerly. 

"Yes," she said softly, determined that she'd still try to talk him out of 
the idea. 

"So, we're heading for Florida?" 

"I guess so," she replied, as she tried to keep her mind on her driving so 
she wouldn't have an accident. 

"Miami," he smiled, "that's the place I want to see. Gorgeous chicks in 
bikinis on the beaches-ohhh, wow!" 

That did it. She could quickly see that it was his idea to step out and have 
a lot of fun with other women, and this bothered Marta. Perhaps, she was 
sealing her own fate as far as sex with her young stud was concerned. Now, 
she'd have to compete with all the women on beaches of sunny Miami-no 
thanks. 

"Gregg," she said tensely, "We're doing the wrong thing!" 

"Backing down, huh?" he said angrily. 

"Gregg-we'll go someplace, but it has to be with your Dad. I can't run away 
from Lee." 

"You love him?" 

"I guess I do," she said, "but it's different than the way I feel toward 
you." 

"You like my prick! I'm a young stud, and I can give you all the fucks you 
want, but I can't support you. That's really it, isn't it?" 

"If you say so," she said tightly. 

"Sure, I say so, and you don't deny it." 

"What good would it do?" 

"Alright, why don't you send me back to the state home? I think I'd like it 
better!" 

"Oh, don't say that, Gregg. I do love you, but I'd only hurt you if I did 
this to you." 

"What do you mean?" 

"They'd find us and send you back, and make a spectacle of me at a terrible 
trial. It would ruin me-I'd want to die if they called me a molester." 

When Gregg saw two tears roll down her cheeks, he relented, "Go back 
home-you're right, I'm wrong." 

Reaching over to his leg, she patted him gently. 

"I'm so glad you understand," she smiled up at him. "You really are a 
wonderful boy. I wish you were my son. I wish Lee was exciting in bed like 
you are." 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

When Marta and Gregg got back to the house, she decided to hide the money in 
the bedroom, making sure the door was locked, so Gregg wouldn't know, and 
she tried carefully to conceal it from her husband. In a green metal chest 
where they kept important papers, wills, etc. she hid it. Then, she came 
out, and said, "Gregg, I'm so glad you understand, but we've got to cool 
it-if Lee did find out-well, I don't like to think of what could happen." 

"You're right. I'm an intruder here. I don't belong." 

"Oh, don't say that, son-" 

"It's the truth. I'm always a mis-fit. I never fit in anywhere. I'm always 
causing trouble wherever I go." 

"You didn't cause any trouble for me," she said quietly, hoping she could 
dissuade him from that ugly thought. Just then, her natural son Earl popped 
in the door. 

"Hey, Gregg-what happened to you? I waited up for you after school at your 
locker, and I didn't see you." 

"Gregg didn't feel well, son-so he came home early," Marta quickly lied for 
him. 

"That's too bad," Earl said, puzzled, and feeling something wasn't quite as 
it should be. But he didn't want to bug his new brother, so he just went up 
to his room, and began doing his homework. 

"See you later," Gregg said, "I'm going for a walk." As Gregg left the 
house, Marta felt her heart sinking. She had only intended to bring this boy 
happiness he'd missed in his young life. But her passion for his handsome, 
virile body was definitely not bringing him any peace of mind. 

Sure, she thought, we had a lot of fun, but now-he's brooding, probably 
feeling guilty. 

Determined to make the most of the situation she'd created for herself, she 
decided to fix an extra special dinner. As the dinner hour drew near, Gregg 
didn't return. 

"Where is Gregg?" Lee demanded, when she finally decided they'd better sit 
down for dinner if they intended to eat at all. 

Immediately, Earl volunteered, "Maybe he's sick or something." 

"Sick?" Lee demanded. 

"He had an upset stomach," Marta covered quickly. "He is probably alright. 
Sometimes I used to just go out for a walk, he'll be back." 

"He'd better be," Lee said, "because I'm not going to put up with a lot of 
emotional crap from some jailbird's son." 

Just that moment, Gregg was on the porch. But when he heard his 
foster-father speak of him like that, he halted his steps. 

"Now, don't you ever say that again!" Marta sprang to his defense. 

"I'll say whatever I damned please in my own house," Lee shot back, "and 
don't you try to tell me what I can, and what I can't say-do you 
understand?" 

"I'm afraid I do," she said evenly. 

By now, Gregg was walking down the street, his heart aching. As he looked in 
the lighted windows, the tears couldn't help coming to his eyes. Look in any 
window, he thought and they're happy people-but me-I'm the outcast. 

"Sonofabitch," he blurted under his breath as he thought of his new father 
and the crack he'd made about his own father. Where did I foul up? This was 
the question that kept surfacing. I didn't kill anybody! I never robbed 
anybody! The only thing I did wrong, he admitted, was fuck a couple women 
who wanted to Mother me. But, he thought to himself, they were just fooling 
themselves. They really wanted to fuck with me, but just couldn't admit it. 

He made his plans. He'd slip in the house late, and take his few 
possessions, and hitchhike. If he could get a ride anywhere, he could escape 
his past. Begin again, where nobody would know anything. That's what I must 
do to erase this awful stigma I've got chasing me. Dad in jail, Mom kills 
herself-great recommend to anybody who asks questions about who you are, 
what your Dad did-where does your Mom live? 

If Lee felt all this anger just because I don't show up for dinner on 
time-what kind of rage would be display if he knew I fucked his wife. 

Murder! That might be the end of my affair with Marta, he thought to 
himself. She's really a hell of a nice woman, and I can't help it if she 
turns me on and I want to ball her. But, I'm not going to risk his wrath 
anymore. 

Not only had he turned another corner on the street, Gregg had turned a 
corner of his life-made his decision, and now he must stick by that 
decision-rise or fall! He hastily went to a hamburger stand and bought a 
couple burgers, some fries, and a big coke. As he munched on the hamburgers, 
he thought about one problem-what if they locked him out? 

Meantime, Lee was creating quite a fuss about the fact Gregg had dared defy 
his orders to show up for meals on time. 

"I think we ought to lay the law down," Lee told his wife, "If Gregg is ever 
going to learn discipline-we've got to start him out right!" 

"I agree," Marta replied, "but when you say 'lay the law down'-I have a 
pretty good idea of what you mean! 

"You think I'm too severe, do you?" 

"Yes," she replied, "I most certainly do!" 

"Ask your son?" she demanded, thinking surely Earl would back her up because 
he was always complaining about his father being too strict. 

"Alright, I will," he said, turning to Earl, and smiling gratuitously, "Do 
you think your dad is too hard on you, son?" 

Earl shook his head, "No, Dad-you're just trying to help me." 

"Remember what you said the next time you come running to me about some 
grave injustice you claim your father has meted out," Marta snapped. 

"You see, honey-you're partial to him. You let him get by with things you 
won't even let your own son get by with." 

"That's the truth, Mom, Let's face it," Earl said, "I didn't want to bug you 
about it, but you're spoiling him rotten. He should be punished for what he 
did tonight when he does come in." 

"Who knows if he will ever come back?" Lee smiled, almost as if he'd be 
delighted if he didn't. 

That was too much for Marta. 

"He'll come back, and don't think he won't. This is his 
period-of-adjustment. He's just getting used to us-he's testing us out 
seeing how we'll react when he does something like this." 

"I know just how I'm going to react," Lee smiled. 

"You going to whip him like you do me when I act up?" Earl asked, determined 
to see his new brother suffer as he had had to suffer for infringement of 
family law. 

"Right," Lee said, "And nothing is going to stop me either," he nodded, 
looking directly at his wife, "That's what you think," she countered, "You 
lay one hand on that boy, and I'll leave you flat-do you understand?" 

"At last I think I do," Lee smiled without humor. "Funny, but you've tried 
to tell me all along, and it took this to bring it out in the open. You 
think more of that worthless kid than you do your own husband!" 

"That's a lie, and you know it!" 

"That, my luv, is the truth-and we both know it now." 

"I'm going to bed," Earl said, "You two knock off the fighting. It doesn't 
do either of you any good." 

"Thank you, son," Lee said sternly, "But your Mom and I have a few things we 
must discuss tonight." 

The young boy went to bed, leaving his mother and father to debate what to 
do about delinquent Gregg who still hadn't showed up. 

"I have every intention of punishing my own son when he does wrong," Lee 
stated. "That's it!" 

Then, he stalked off to bed. She followed him into the bedroom, as he took 
his clothes off and got into bed. 

"Haven't you ever heard of child psychology?" she demanded, as she slipped 
into some pajamas and lay beside him. 

"I don't care what Dr. Spook says-" 

"His name is Spock dear, Spock-" 

"Well, I don't give a damn what he says about letting kids do any damned 
thing they please. They've got to learn discipline, and that's what my 
father taught me." 

"Three cheers for your father," she said caustically, as she tried to get to 
sleep. But, sleep would not come. So, she let her mind wander, as she tried 
to think of what would be the best way to handle Gregg if he did stumble in 
late. 

She didn't have long to wonder, for she heard his footsteps. He was trying 
his best to be quiet she could tell. But, he couldn't hide the noise of his 
entrance from her, for her ears were turned to hear her young, virile 
teenage lover enter. 

She carefully slid out of bed so as not to awaken her husband. She'd been 
through enough with him already, and she wanted to warn Gregg he might have 
to put up with a couple belt lashes across his bottom from bullheaded Lee, 
but take it, and not make a big fuss about it. 

When she'd succeeded in getting out of the bed, she turned to see if she'd 
wakened her husband and she hadn't. Tip-toeing out of the bedroom, she 
headed upstairs to young Gregg's room. 

Carefully, quietly, she opened the door and slipped inside. There he was 
packing his simple duffle bag that contained all the possessions he owned in 
the world. 

"Oh, Gregg," she gasped, "You're going-" 

Turning to her, he said grimly, his eyes moistening, "He hates me. I've got 
to go!" 

"But I love you. You can't go." 

"You had your chance this afternoon. I would have gone to the corners of the 
earth to be with you, but you got cold feet and blew it." 

"They'd catch us and bring us back to disgrace," she said softly, "I'd be 
thrown in jail-and you'd go back to that awful place with more rotten 
records to pile up against your name." 

"You're right," he said evenly, "That's why we're no good for each other. 
Just trouble!" 

And then, he wrapped his arms around her, and his lips crushed hotly on her 
lips. 

"I heard what the sonofabitch had to say about my dad being in jail-and I 
hate him for it. But, I heard you stick up for me, and I love you for that-I 
really do." 

Now, his proud penis was lengthening, and she felt it pressing against her. 
A sudden desire seized her to give Gregg one more mouthing. One more 
intimate connection-genital and mouth. 

"You're hard, baby," she smiled. 

"You know why," he said softly, "You turn me on like nobody ever did." 

"I only wish I was your age," she said sadly. 

"Get on your knees and suck it one last time," he told her, his voice 
pleading, his eyes begging, his soul searching for some meaningful contact. 

"Alright, baby," she said quietly, as she dropped to her knees before his 
sturdy, young legs. Gregg unzipped his pants one last time, peeling out his 
huge penis for his Mom to suck. 

"Suck it, Mom," he smiled. 

"Yes, son," she nodded, taking his proud penis in her hand, and licking its 
meaty head. Gregg, reaching down gently guided her, as she opened her mouth, 
allowing him complete entrance. 

"Ohhh, yes, yes," he panted, "I like that, Mom-suck me suck me, 
sweatheart-suck me!" 

Utilizing all her knowledge of how to make a man turn-on, she built up a 
steady, rhythmic suction, and young Gregg plunged his penis down her throat. 

"Ohhh-ahhh, yes, yes," he gasped excitedly, as he rolled his head this way 
and that while his foster mom sucked upon his manhood. 

But before he could explode in her mouth, a voice stopped them. "What the 
hell do you think you're doing?" Lee demanded, rushing over to pull his wife 
off the young boy. 

As she felt his hands pulling her, she wanted to strike out at him in her 
rage. But, Lee slapped her face so viciously, she put her hand to the side 
of her face to ease the pain. 

"You're going back where you came from," Lee shouted at Gregg. By this time 
Earl was standing in the doorway in shock and anger. Marta sobbed, as she 
ran out of the room, "You don't have to kick me out, damnit-I'm leaving!" 

Lee walked over to the young, frustrated boy and told him, "Don't think I 
blame you-it was her fault." 

Gregg was too upset to answer. All he knew was that Marta was gone out of 
his life, and the one chance he'd ever had to live in a nice house had 
vanished. 

"Probably it's best we just don't tell anybody what happened here," Lee 
said, thinking how injurious the scandal might be to his reputation. 

"Don't worry-" Gregg said. Young Earl had gone back to his bedroom, and Lee 
said, "Go back to bed-I'll take care of everything tomorrow-and believe me, 
I know it's not your fault." 

This was too much for Gregg. He wanted to tell Lee that it wasn't all her 
fault, yet he didn't dare. He knew the spot he was in, and he sealed his 
lips. 

When Lee got back to his bedroom, Marta was dressed and ready to leave. She 
had packed a small overnight bag, and as she took the money out of its 
hiding place, she congratulated herself that she had done this. 

"Where will you go?" Lee said, looking at his wife, and suddenly feeling 
sorry for her. 

"I don't know," she said shaking her head, "but I won't make any more 
trouble for you." 

Before she could walk out of the bedroom, Lee sighed, "I-I don't know what 
to say. I don't know what's right or wrong! But I thought I'd flip out of my 
mind when I saw you sucking on his prick." 

"I suppose it never occurred to you that there could be anybody else," she 
said evenly. 

"No, it never did," he admitted flatly. 

"But it did occur to you to have some sex on the side for yourself, didn't 
it?" 

Lee sat down, and glanced at the floor. 

"Yes, I cheated," he admitted, "But don't all men play around with some 
chick who wants to get fucked." 

"Yeah, and what about the women you leave behind-in bed-alone! We're 
supposed to live on memories until you come back and ball us. But, in the 
meantime we're supposed to be goody two-shoes. No, it doesn't work that 
way." 

"It doesn't?" 

"No, baby," she enlightened him, "Some women are just as sexy as some of you 
men, and we get tired of the same old screw. We actually want variety too." 

"I didn't think women were like that," Lee looked up at her, "Maybe I should 
have tried to understand-" 

"If you had, perhaps tonight wouldn't have happened," she said, picking up 
her handbag. 

"Don't go," Lee said, "Please don't go!" 

She came back to him, and said, "I've got to go. I don't want to be here 
when Gregg goes away. I-I felt sorry for him, and it would kill me to see 
him suffer. This was his chance at a home, and I wrecked it." 

"I wrecked it," Lee said brokenly, "When I used to go away, and leave you 
alone-then you got to yearning for another man. I'm beginning to 
understand-will you ever forgive me?" 

"Of course," she said, tears dampening her cheeks, "But that was no excuse 
for what I did-no excuse at all." 

"He won't talk. The kid won't talk." 

"How do you know?" she asked him. 

"I just know," he said, "I think he genuinely loved you, and he doesn't want 
to hurt you." 

"Well, I'd better split. I'm going to take a vacation-a much needed rest. 
It'll give you time to think it all over. Right now, when you see me leaving 
your heart reaches out to me, but tomorrow in the cold light of day, with 
hard facts and logic-maybe you'll hate me." 

"I could never hate you, honey," Lee said softly, "You just hurt me-that's 
all." 

"And I'm so damned ashamed of myself I don't know what to say-" 

"Tell me you still love me," Lee said earnestly, "That's what I want to 
hear-" 

"From the mouth of a molester?" she sobbed. 

"From the lips of my wife," he nodded, looking directly into her eyes, with 
a penetrating glance that shot through her like a dagger. 

"I-I love you," she wept, "and that's why I'm going away!" Saying no more, 
she left the room, went to the phone in the living room, and called a taxi 
to take her to the airport. Lee paced the floor, trying to think of 
something to say to hold her. Now, that he had understood, he had forgiven 
her, and he hated to see her leave. 

When the taxi pulled up, she kissed him goodbye, and then brushing a tear 
quickly aside, she stepped out of the house, and hurried to the cab. 

As Lee looked after her, he didn't know Marta was being observed from a 
second story bedroom window by Earl, and by Gregg, as she left-never to 
return. 


THE END
