Chapter 2
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.