Chapter 4
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.