Chapter 6
The following day Liz fixed a huge breakfast for her son. She was only too eager to display every kind of love she could. She was going to hold onto him, come hell or high water.
"You're fixing too much for me," he laughed.
"You're a growing boy, son," Liz smiled.
"I'll be growing fat," he warned her.
"Not if you exercise in the pool, baby," she told him, slapping him on his behind.
"Easy on that," he told her. "It's still sore from last night."
After breakfast when he had gone to school, Liz decided that she must phone Carter Livingstone.
"Yes, Mrs. Jackson," he began, "and how are you today?"
"Much better, Mr. Livingstone," she thankecf him. "I followed your suggestions. They worked beautifully."
"I'm so happy to hear that," he said.
There was a momentary pause and then he recommended, "Should you ever need more help, feel free to come back to me."
"I appreciate your suggestion," she assured him. "But I don't think that will be necessary."
Liz was more confident than she had ever been before. She had reason to believe that all would go well with her. However, little did she realize what her son had in his mind. For that day at school, with all inhibitions gone, young Brad was eagerly seeking out another woman to play with. As he gazed at one girl during a lunch break, he walked up to her and said, "Want to fuck, baby?"
His eyes glistened as he turned on with her beautiful bosoms.
"What if I say yes?" she laughed.
"You would be in luck," he assured her. "Because I know how to take care of a nice chick like you."
It was evident to her that he was horny. "When?" she smiled.
"What about this afternoon?" he asked her. "We could skip school and have a neato time."
She didn't even know his name and it bothered her.
"What's your name?"
"Brad, baby," he smiled, "what's yours?"
"Cindy."
"Cindy and Brad," he smiled, "doesn't that sound nice together? Let's say on a nice bed somewhere."
"Where do you want to go?" she demanded.
"I'll rent us a motel room," he told her. "I can always rent one by myself. Then I can get you and we can have us a ball."
"Oh, Brad," she said, "I would love to skip school. I have Science I this afternoon and I haven't prepared my term paper for the old bat. Please take me with you."
They managed to elude school officials as they walked off the school grounds. Fortunately, Brad always parked his car some distance from the school. When she saw his '67 Mustang, she smiled.
"What a nice car, Brad," she told him.
"Nice wheels," he said as he opened the door for her and she got in.
As they drove down the streets, he looked around for an old motel.
"I only have ten bucks," he laughed.
"I know a place that is only eight bucks," she told him.
"Tell me," he said as he turned to look at her and reached over to touch her thigh.
"Keep your eyes on the road, Brad," she insisted. "Can't you wait?"
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
Cindy gave Brad directions to the rather rundown motel. They got a room for nine dollars. When they were about to undress she suddenly changed her mind.
"I can't do it, Brad," she declared.
"What do you mean you can't do it?" he asked her angrily.
"I just can't she complained.
"Sure you can," he insisted.
To entice her he decided he had better get his clothes off and quickly. It didn't take him long to slip out of his shorts and display himself before her.
"How do you like the looks of my cock?" he smiled proudly.
"It is a big one, isn't it?" she observed.
"You ever go down on a guy before?" he smiled, as he stroked himself.
"No/' she said, "I haven't."
As he continued stroking, he looked at her admiringly.
"You're the kind of girl I dig," he said. "Can't stand those phony hypocrites who say it's wrong to fuck. Fucking is what makes the world go 'round, right baby?"
"Right on, Brad," she smiled.
It was becoming increasingly difficult for her. She recognized that he was dying to get into her. However, it puzzled her about doing all he wanted.
"I can get some wine, baby," he told her.
"I don't need any," she finally said as she slowly slid out of her garments.
When he got a load of Cindy's bare body, he flipped out with erotic delight. His eyes swept from her firm round bosoms down to her appealing fur-trimmed triangle. He became so completely turned on he knew he had to have her. Going over to where she stood naked, he dropped to his knees. Grasping her bare ass cheeks he pulled her pussy to his mouth. Pressing his lips over her vagina he suddenly started
"Eat me," she begged, "eat my pussy!"
The fantastic excitement he generated at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Suck my pussy," she begged.
She didn't have to beg much as he was only too eager to slip his tongue into her. As his tongue flipped around her velvety vagina walls he squeezed her ass cheeks.
"Keep that up, baby," she begged frantically. "I love that. Don't stop. Don't ever stop"
To her amazement she found that she couldn't control her excitement. In spite of herself, her vagina was starting to moisten.
"Eat my snatch, baby," Cindy begged. "Eat me. Yes, yes, eat my pussy."
She was panting now as if her life depended on it. He continued making wild love to her, becoming more passionate, more stimulated every tantalizing, second.
The thrills that zipped up and down her spine had taught her a thing or two. She had discovered not to fight it, but to enjoy it.
Getting to his feet when he had finished, he licked his lips.
"You tasted delicious to me, baby," he told her. "This is a lot better than going to math class."
"Honey," she said softly, "I'll do anything you want me to."
"That's the way I like to hear you talk," he said. "I got so steamed up I want to take a shower now."
Brad walked over to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. He was eager to refresh himself and he enjoyed seeing her as the water swept her body in the shower stall.
"You sure got a neat body, baby," he grinned at her.
"So have you, Brad," she assured him, reaching down to grip his penis and play with him there.
She stroked him evenly with one hand while she cupped his balls with the other and squeezed.
"Just like that, honey," he told her, "Just like that."
Brad was amazed how skillfully she played with his prick.
"Who taught you to do this?"
"Promise you'll never tell?" Cindy giggled.
"Sure," he told her, "I won't tell anybody."
"My brother, Billy," she giggled.
"Billy was a might good jack-off teacher," he chuckled. "Plenty of gals don't ever develop natural hand rhythm."
"He taught me not to do it too quickly. That certain tempo is exciting. If it goes faster, he explained, it's no fun at all."
"Right on," he nodded.
It was evident to her that he was a superb lover. She was thrilled that she could supply him with the electrical excitement that he wanted.
"Tell me the truth," he asked her, "did you ever go down on your brother, Billy?" "A couple of times," she admitted. "You like it?" he smiled shyly. "All but one thing," she explained. "What was that?"
"He wanted me to eat his sperm," she explained.
"And you didn't want to?" he asked.
"I'll admit I didn't like that part of it," she told him flatly. "He held me down there and kept telling me to suck it and swallow. It tasted awful."
Instantly, Brad realized he had to use some strategy to make sure Cindy would blow him, and suck it and swallow.
"Different guys taste different," he smiled.
"Is that right, Brad?" she asked innocently.
"You know it," he told her emphatically, "there's a big difference. For example, baby, I think you would enjoy eating me. The chicks who've gone down on me say my sperm tastes tremendous."
"Is that right?" Cindy asked curiously.
"You know it," he assured her.
"All right," she agreed, "I'll play along with you, Brad."
The whole idea of eating him was getting her more and more excited.
"You sure have a lot of inhibitions, don't you?" he smiled.
"I'm not like a lot of girls," Cindy explained, "I don't do everything."
"A lot of girls have never gone down on their brother," he smiled.
Brad turned around and told her, "Wash my back, baby."
She put the soap up to his back and began washing him down to his behind.
"And wash my ass, too," he said, spreading his legs so she could have access to his buttocks.
Slipping the soap between his behind, she washed him there.
"Down all the way to my feet," he recommended.
Cindy obeyed him. There was something strong and masculine about Brad. She couldn't help admiring his muscular calves, his well-formed thighs and his firm round buttocks. But the thing that she liked most of all was his muscular broad shoulders.
"You do turn me on," she sighed passionately, pressing her wet bosoms against his back.
"That feels good to me, baby," he told her.
Slowly Brad turned around. And with the water still flowing on their bodies, he kissed her.
"What was that for?" she asked innocently.
"It was for you and me," he said, "and nobody else. Maybe we should go steady. Did you ever think about going steady with any guy?"
"My brother would be jealous," she said.
"You've got to be kidding," Brad told her. "You mean you let him dominate you like that?"
"I can't help it," she admitted, "I'm caught in a trap."
"Let me spring you free, baby," he said. "It's no good to be locked into sex like that."
"I know it isn't, Brad," she admitted, her voice choked with emotion. "Somehow, it's got to stop. I can't stand being caged up like an animal any longer."
She was tormented as she reflected on the fears that prompted her to never go steady.
"Don't look back," he warned, "that's what I've learned. We've got our future before us, Cindy. You and me!"
"Oh, Brad," she exclaimed, "you mean it?"
"You bet I do," he said, "now let's get in that bed and prove what we mean to each other. If we can communicate in bed, baby, that's what I've got to find out."
"I know where it's at," she said. "I'm not little girl innocent. I pretended I was, but I'm not"
"It was lucky I asked you to screw today, wasn't it?" he smiled.
"You bet your sweet ass it was," she told him.
They dried each other off and went back into the bedroom.
"Have you got anyone who would get uptight if we went together?" Cindy asked him.
"No, baby, no," he said.
"But you've gone out with Linda, haven't you?" she asked.
"A couple of times," he said. "But I don't dig her. She's giving it to every guy on the block."
"So glad you said that," Cindy said. "I'd hate to talk against Linda. She's a real nice girl but she's cheap."
"That's it," he said, "she's so nice that she passed it around. A girl can't remain nice very long if she's too generous with her cunt."
"That's the truth," Cindy said. "I'll give my brother credit for one thing. He told me he never wanted me to peddle my pussy. He told me he'd kill me if he ever caught me selling it."
"That was nice of him," Brad observed.
Their eyes were locked on each other as they thought about all the exciting and intriguing things that they could to satisfy each other's carnal cravings.
"Baby," he said anxiously, "I'm gonna teach you things your brother never taught you."