Chapter 7

Marta decided to fix a big gourmet breakfast for her new son, and her husband. When she served the egg omelets, along with some thin pancakes, and some strawberry sauce to cover them, Gregg was beside himself with happiness.

"May I tell you something?" he asked quietly.

"Certainly," she smiled, "What is it, dear?"

"It's the food-we never get food like that at the damned place where they keep us. This is fantastic! I mean it!"

"Well, I'm awfully glad you liked our little meal," she smiled, "Now you two go for a walk-do whatever you want to do, while I do the dishes."

"Alright, dear," Lee smiled. "Maybe we'll all go for a ride someplace-"

"Could we?" Gregg asked eagerly, "I never go anyplace."

"Sure, son," Lee smiled, patting him on the shoulder. And then the two of them went into the den where they read the Sunday newspaper. A few moments later, the phone rang and Lee answered it.

"Hello-yes-yes-those figures are right. Sure they are. Well, I'll explain it Monday."

He listened a moment.

"I'd like to know today," he insisted.

"Alright-but I don't appreciate being called to work on Sunday-"

"Who was that, honey?" his wife asked, tossing off her apron as she came in the den.

"Oh, my boss," he complained, "Wants me to come down to the office and go over my sales receipts-says I goofed!"

"Oh, not on Sunday," Marta complained, "This is disgusting!"

"You know it," he protested, as he went to the bedroom to get dressed to go to the office. As he glided through the living room, he called out to Marta and Gregg in the den, "Take the other car and go somewhere-I'll be back later-but I don't know when. It's a beautiful day and no use wasting it because of me."

Marta slipped out to kiss him goodbye, "Sorry you can't go with us," she told him, and then she went back to the den where Gregg was reading the comics.

"Would you like to go for a ride?" she asked him.

"Sure, I would," he smiled, and then they both got their sweaters to go out in the crisp fall weather and take a spin in Marta's car.

"This is a beautiful neighborhood," Gregg smiled, "I always used to dream of living in a place like this sometime."

"How old were you, dear-when you left home?"

"Eleven," he said quietly, "You know it's funny-all of it seems like a dream now-like it never really happened to me."

"All of what?"

"Well, my Dad was no good, and I mean no good. He was a robber-you might as well know. And when somebody tried to stop him, he killed a man."

"I'm sorry-"

"So the hell am I," Gregg said bitterly.

"Why do you think he went that route?"

"He didn't want to work. He was a lazy bastard even if he was my father. No use trying to make up stories about him being so good-because he wasn't worth a damn!"

"You poor kid-you've lived a lot."

"It was awful. You see, he held up a liquor store downtown. He asked some old guy to hand him over the money. The guy was bending down to put some groceries on a shelf, and when he got up, this real big shot sonofabitchen' father of mine shot him."

"Oh, God-I know how terrible you must feel."

"Yes, I do. He got sent up and he deserved the electric chair. I don't see why they keep him hanging-in when he's no damn good to anybody."

"It is hard to know how to look at something like that, I know-but you mustn't think about it."

"I have to sometimes," Gregg said, "It haunts me, and of course I don't dare talk about it down at the dormitory. I read about it. Read in the paper how the wife of the guy he shot knew he'd hand over all his money if my trigger-happy old man would have let him! I wanted to see him fry in the worst way, but they got rid of the damned death penalty, and you know what-he'll get out on good behavior in seven years-just when I'm eighteen, and then I'd like to kill him myself and finish the bastard off."

Realizing how serious the problem had become in his mind, Marta tried quickly to think of something that could counter his rage.

"You mustn't re-live it. You must forget it!"

"How can I?" he said in exasperation. "My whole world collapsed because of him. Mom killed herself-he murdered her. Everybody looked down on us, and this hurt her so much she couldn't take it. So, she called it quits, and shot herself in' the head. He should pay for it-it was his fault. And that's how I'd like to finish him off-with a bullet in the brain, and me purring softly, 'Remember, Mom?'-"

"Thoughts like this won't help you," Marta insisted, as she parked the car on a bluff overlooking the small suburb where they lived. "You've got to rid yourself of hate if you're ever going to achieve anything-don't you understand?"

"Maybe you're right," he see-sawed in his thoughts.

Then, she saw his penis swelling in his pants, and she felt she should set the record straight-"I don't think we should have sex with each other anymore-it isn't fair."

"What?" he blurted, "You mean-no more fucks!"

"I wish you wouldn't be so crude about it," she snapped tightly. "After all-just because we had sex doesn't mean you can talk any old way to me-"

"I'm sorry," he said softly, "but I watched you eat his ass out last night before he screwed your asshole-and I-"

"You what?"

"You two were making so much noise about it, I had to slip down and see what was happening."

"That's nice," she said evenly. "Yes-real nice!"

"I promise I'll never spy on you and your husband again," he told her, "but I've been around a-lot."

"I know that," she said evenly. "Tell me about that woman you lived with-I'm curious to know."

He laughed, "What should I tell you?"

"The truth-"

"Zowie! The truth hurts. This woman who took me in was a doctor's wife. She only wanted me around her to bring her husband back to bed with her."

"A triangle at fifteen years of age?"

"Fourteen," Gregg corrected Marta. "You see, this rich bitch-as I might call her, had everything. She had a big, posh bedroom with a king-size bed, and mirrors and everything."

"I'll bet you liked it there."

"I hated it there," he answered, "Everything was so particular. I had to wash before dinner, and all kinds of crap like that."

"How did she get you in bed with her?" Marta asked, curious to know just how it happened.

"Well, she went a circuitous route, I'll tell you that."

"Go ahead-I'm dying to know."

"First off, she had a swimming pool in the backyard, and her doctor husband was gone most of the time. She told me she liked to swim in the nude, and didn't see anything wrong with it-and asked me if I did."

"What did you say?" Marta laughed, admiring the woman's caginess in getting what she wanted.

"I got balls and I'm not afraid to use them," he smiled, "So I went nude swimming with her-after all that was what she wanted, wasn't it?"

"I guess so-tell me more-"

"I just took my clothes off in her cabana near the pool, and when I came out there she was swimming through the water. The sun beat down through the shimmering water, and she looked good enough to eat. When she turned over, and did the backstroke, my joint jumped up. She was something to see-I mean, she had the biggest knockers I'd seen on any broad. And what a snatch-I got so excited seeing her as the sunlight came down on her I thought I'd flip my wig."

"And then?"

"And then-it was simple! I jumped in after her. I had a big hard on and she was hot to trot-I could tell that."

"You do it in the pool?"

"The first time-yes," he grinned, "I swam to the shallow end where she was standing there-all sexy and gorgeous, and when I got a load of her tits, they blew my mind. I smiled, and said, 'Pardon me, while I lick your titties', and to my surprise, she didn't object when I bent over and began licking. If anything, she encouraged me."

"What's it like to water-fuck?"

"Sensational-let me tell you. After I licked the juicy boobs a while, I stood up, and guided my missile into orbit. Her cunt muscles grabbed it, and she began twisting her ass around so much it made ripples in the water."

"This was your first time?"

"Yes, but it wasn't her first time-let me tell you!

"And then?"

"I rammed it home, and she kept this up until I got my gun off. It was super-fuck time. But, when I exploded and she milked me, something funny happened-I was still fuckin' hard."

"I bet she loved that. These older women need all the cock they can get-"

"I know," he smiled up at her, resting his hand on her thigh. "Well, she suggested that we could go back to her bedroom for a wrap up. And I did. I got on that big bed of hers, and she said we were going to sixty-nine-me down on her snatch licking up a storm, and her eating my joint! It was a really far-out fuck baby-getting my cock sucked while I'm eating her pussy out. It marked my first pussy-eating. I'd stabbed my prick up a couple of other chicks, but never eaten the damned thing. Anyway, I got my face down there, and thrust my tongue inside her, and did her."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Of course I did," he smiled, "She had a way of sucking it that you wouldn't believe. I could ram it down her throat, and she'd go for it. And her sweet pussy-was it ever fun to lick her cute little cunt, and watch her wiggle her ass when I turned her on with my tongue."

"You're real proud of yourself, aren't you?" she smiled, lifting his hand off her thigh.

"Why did you leave?"

"That's a sad story," he said disgustedly. "Well, if you must know-I guess I can tell you!"

"What happened was this," he explained, "We got into a regular routine of fucking. And when her husband was out for the night, we'd make it in her bedroom. I figured she'd make sure the old fucker was gone. One night she put on her sexiest black pajamas you could see right through. Really no use for her to wear them at all, and then when I'd see her big old tits through that filmy kind of material, I'd get so hard I'd almost want to rape her. That night-the night I won't forget I could have killed her."

When Gregg said 'kill', Marta automatically put her hand up to her throat. She didn't like to hear him use such words. It was terrible enough his father had killed a man, without him resorting to a re-run of the same act.

"Oh, don't worry-I'm no killer," she said evenly. "I'm sorry you ever found out about my old man-now, I'll frighten the fuck out of you."

"No-no, you won't," Marta smiled, removing her hand and trying to act, confident he would bring her no harm.

"Well, she was so damned appealing I had to have her. So, when she went to bed, and lay there in that silky outfit, I slinked in and said, 'how about it?'

"And did she want it?"

"She sure did," he smiled, "And I rammed it to her!"

"But her husband came home and found you sixty-nining with his sexy wife! I'll bet that blew his mind."

"It did," Gregg nodded. "But it wasn't my damned fault. She wanted me to suck her cunt, and I couldn't resist her."

"What happened?"

"Oh, he made a big thing about it, and wanted to fight me with his bare fists-so I punched him one in the mouth and knocked his false teeth out. He was an old guy, and she was a hot young piece of ass that needed nightly fucking."

"I get it-so she was adopting you to make up for what he lacked!"

"You said it," he smiled, "and it was fun while it lasted-that is, except for one damned thing!"

"What's that?"

"It's simply this," he explained, "She took me back, claiming I seduced her. Oh, how people like to make up stories, and save their own hides. But, I didn't worry-what the hell, I had a good time balling her, and that was all I wanted."

"But you lost out on a good home-maybe if she hadn't have taken you, some other family might have."

"That's true," he nodded, "but you can't cry over spilled milk-can you?"

"No-no, you can't," she said, "but now I feel guilty. Here, I've involved you sexually and you are a minor."

Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his penis.

"Does that look like a minor?"

"You are well hung, baby-but that doesn't mean it's really right for me to cheat on my husband, and make it with my new son-or does it?"

Starting to reach for her hand to grip his tool, he said, "There's nothing wrong with what we do! We just want to have some fun-that's all.

We're not hurting nobody."

Letting her hand feel him, she said, "Oh, baby-let's go back to the house-he's gone, Earl's gone-we can make it."