Chapter 13
"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."