Chapter 10
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."