Chapter 8

"Alright, if you suck my ass out the way you did your husband's asshole last night," he told her.

"I'd love to but-"

"It's too dangerous to do it at home," she insisted. "If Lee ever came home and caught us making out-I swear to God he'd kill us both."

"That ticks me off," Gregg said disgustedly, "People think they've got a hold on another person's body the rest of their life-just because they get married!"

"I know," she said, "but that's the way it is.

One thing we could do, baby, is go to a motel and fuck there."

"Alright," he smiled, "let's get cracking!"

Marta backed the car up, and went down the road just as eager to have sex as he was. But, she thought she'd better stop at a liquor store and buy some booze, so she'd relax, because the whole business of going to a motel had her so uptight, she was nearly shaking.

"What you stopping here for?" he asked her when she pulled into a shopping center parking lot.

"I need some liquor," she said evenly, "and I've got to buy something at the drugstore."

Gregg waited for her in the car while she went into the liquor store, and bought ice cubes, bourbon, and some seven-up. Going into the drugstore, she bought some K-Y jelly so that he would have something to loosen up her behind as he drove it up there. When she came back to the car, she got a jolt. Gregg had unzipped and pulled out his huge penis. As she saw it, she turned to see if anybody was watching.

"Oh, Gregg-shove it back in your pants," she demanded.

"It got so wadded up in my pants I had to pull it out and let it stretch," he smiled.

She wasted no time in backing out of her parking slot and driving off. Then, she told him flatly, "Honey, you've got to listen to me-"

"Yes, Mom," he smiled.

"Don't call me Mom," she snapped defiantly, "At least not when we're going to have sex together-"

"That bother, you, Mom?" young Gregg smiled, as he watched her react.

"You bet your sweet ass it does," she said evenly, "Look, you're almost grown up. You're fifteen years old-when you're eighteen in three short years-you'll be a man and the law won't give a damn who you fuck!"

"Alright, alright," he agreed, "I was only kidding!"

"You've got a warped sense of humor," she said flatly. Now, she was taking a freeway to Carterville, about fifteen miles from where she lived. She hadn't told anything about her destination to Gregg and he suddenly became curious.

"Where you taking me?"

"You mean, 'where are we going?'-don't you? After all, you asked me to have sex with you-didn't you?"

"Yes," he nodded, "but that doesn't answer my question!"

"I'm going to another town so nobody will know me. I won't sign in with my own name-I don't dare. I don't want anybody ever to be able to trace us-"

"I bet I know why," he smiled wisely.

"Why?" she asked, deciding to find out just how crafty this young kid was.

"Well," he nodded, "Let's face it. Three years is a long ways off. I'm still a minor-according to the law-and you're a child molester." The idea of it made him laugh, but it didn't make Marta laugh.

"Damn you," she spit furiously, "I'm no child molester. You're well enough hung at fifteen to be a man-and I mean a stud."

"Gee, thanks," Gregg beamed, "You have just paid me the finest compliment I ever got in my life-thank you," he grinned.

Marta turned off the freeway, and as she drove along the busy boulevard, she kept her eyes open for a motel. Finally, she found one she liked. The place had rooms on the back of the motel, near the parking lot where a person could park. She made it a point to park in the parking lot behind the place, and then she went to the office and signed in.

"How long will you be with us?" the older, genital gentleman asked her.

"One day," she said.

"Alright, here's the key-"

"I would like a place that faces the back parking lot-that's where I'm parked."

Shaking his head, he smiled, "I'm sorry, honey-those go first."

"Oh, I see!"

"Um-hum-is there something else I could help you with."

"No, thank you," she said evenly, and went out of the place disgusted.

"This looks like a real nice place," he told her.

"It is," she admitted, "but we're not staying here."

"Why not?" he demanded. "Why in hell not?"

"Because," she explained, "If we stay in this place, he can spot every damned move we make.

It's much too dangerous. Don't try it!"

"Alright," he agreed, as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the highway again. "This next time I'm going to play it cool," she confided.

"What you going to do?"

"Just this," she said, "I'll let you out at a phone booth at a gas station not far from the motel I pick. I'll get the phone number and call you back just as soon as I get a place. Then you can come there. That's safest because even if I get a place, we shouldn't be seen walking in together-right?"

"Right," he replied. Finally, she did spot a place she thought would undoubtedly have a room because it was so immense.

"How about that?" she said, pointing down the highway to a huge motel complex called, 'The Vagabond'-.

"Sure, pull in here at this gas station. They've got three phone booths-I'll wait here."

"Alright," she smiled, as she pulled into the gas station, parking near the phone booths. Gregg got out, and went to get the number of one of the phones. He returned and told her the number which she quickly wrote down.

"Wait here, baby-I'll phone you in a minute," she promised.

"Alright," he smiled. "See you later!"

Then, she drove down to the Vagabond Motel, parking in their immense lot behind the building. As she looked up at all the doors which opened out on two tiers of balconies, she felt confident that if it wasn't an out and out cat house, it was being used as one by an awful lot of the promiscuous public. Going inside, she didn't find any difficulty in getting a place behind the building.

"I'll take a king-size bed too," she said.

"Certainly," the desk clerk smiled. "That'll be twenty-two dollars."

"That much?"

"Everything is going up," he nodded. As she handed him the bills, she thought to herself, everybody's going down too.

Going to the room, she quickly made a drink for herself. Then, with her nerves steadied a little, she went to the phone downstairs in the parking lot and phoned Gregg. She gave him the room number, and he said he'd be right down. She didn't want to face the desk clerk again, so she made sure she didn't use the room phone. Going back up to the room, she threw back the big bedspread on the king-size bed, preparing it for her young lover and herself. The clean white sheets looked so appealing, and she could instantly envision Gregg's naked body on the bed. She could see his curly black pubic hair, and imagine what it would be like to be licking on his rod, sucking at his behind. She didn't have long to wonder, for a knock was soon heard at the door. Then, she went over to it immediately and there Gregg stood-eager, anxious.

"Come in, baby," she smiled at him.

"Okay, Mom," he teased her.

"I told you-honey-stop calling me Mom, at least when you're going to screw me. It makes me feel like I'm some kind of an incest nut."

"Incest? What's that?"

"That's what they call doing it with somebody in your own family," she explained, going over to pour herself another drink.

"How about me?" he asked, "I'm thirsty too!"

"Have a seven-up," she smiled. "Here," and she handed him a bottle of seven-up.

"That's awful," he complained, "I'm not going to confine myself to that stuff when you've got booze here."

"But you shouldn't drink."

"Who says I shouldn't?" he said, going over and helping himself, pouring the bourbon into a glass, adding a small amount of seven-up and a couple ice cubes.

He drank the first one quickly, and started on the second. "Hey, don't drink that stuff like that. You sip it-slowly."

"I do everything fast," he grinned, "I eat fast, I drink fast-I fuck fast. Now, get your fucking clothes off so I can lay it on you."

"Don't talk like that-don't order me around," she demanded.

Peeling off his clothes rapidly, he smiled, "Don't fool me, baby-you want it as bad as I do-wow-that drink sure makes me feel horny."

"You were horny long before you began drinking," she smiled. And then he stood there naked, displaying his manhood proudly, his giant-size penis standing up.

He poured another drink, went over to the bed and stretched out, waiting for her to join him.

"Bet you can't wait to suck it," he smiled, spreading his legs, and holding his ass up for her to see quite plainly.

"Don't be so crude about it," she insisted, as she started undressing. Then, she went over to the door and put the double-lock on it.

"Hurry up, damnit," he protested, "Can't you see how hot I am."

"Don't get your balls in an uproar," she told him tightly, as she slid out of her bra and panties, displaying her nude body for him to see close-up.

"Come over here, fucker," he smiled, the drink, obviously loosening up his tongue.

"I guess you've had too much to drink," she said quietly. Sitting down beside him on the bed, he reached up and began playing with her breasts like a kid in a toy factory for the first time.

"Jeez, have you got a nice set of knockers," he smiled, and then he nodded, "Good sucking tits-mmmmmm!"

Then, reaching up, he brought her down to him so that his tongue instantly began licking around her breasts.

"Ohhhh-ahhhh," she gasped, and groaned as she writhed in this position as he went to town lapping away at her soft flesh.

Baby, we better get down to business," she panted, "We don't dare stay away from the house for too long."

"Aw, hell-let the fucker wait," he smiled, "He got his last night-I'm getting my licks now."

His fever-hot hands kept sliding all over her naked body, as he turned on more, yet more.

"Oh, honey-let me lick you," she finally begged as the desire to suck on his fresh, young body hit her with sharp, jolting impact.

"You like my meat?" he smiled at her, "Well, here it is, baby. Nine sucking inches of prick!"

She went down between his legs, and looked at his firm, round buttocks, aching to be licked and sucked upon. She gripped his buttocks in her hands, and then she let her tongue lick all around his hot hole.

"Baby," she panted, "Does this ever feel fantastic!"

"You like my ass?"

She nodded, and let her tongue reply, as it licked all around his behind. Then, she let her tongue sweep up the crack, and spreading out farther, he allowed her easy access to his tight, anxious anal opening.

"Rim it," he gasped excitedly, "Pump it at the same time!" She went to work, lavishing her tongue all around his hot, tight behind. And as she licked energetically, she suddenly stabbed his hot, quivering hole, sliding high up his asshole.

"Oh, yes, baby-rim my butt-pull my prick-like that-oh, wow!"

She was feasting on his asshole, her slippery tongue sliding up there, thrusting, exciting, stimulating him no end.

"Keep that action going," he blurted, "Hot Mama-suck me!" Groping for his penis, she began pulling on it, and the faster she pulled, the harder it got.

"Ahhhh-ohhhhhh-yes-yes-that's it," he gasped, as the double whammy pumping and sucking action drove him out of his gourd. "Yes, yes-eat that ass-eat my dirty asshole."

The liquor had loosened his tongue, letting his subconscious sensual desires surface, and he blurted, "Suck! Suck that ass out! Ohhh-ahhhh-yes-yes-suck it! Suck it out!"

Her passion matched his as they struggled on the bed to bring about the most exciting climax possible.

Twisting, and churning his behind, she found it necessary to wrap her arms around him and hold him still so she could continue jabbing his asshole with her tongue. Meantime, she was jerking on his ever-expanding penis which was about ready to shoot.

"Get it way up there," he begged her. "Ohhhh-that's it! Fuck my asshole-"

Using her tongue effectively, she kept the thrusting action going until he was almost out of his mind.

"Ohhh-suck my dick now-quick!"

Slipping her tongue out of his behind, she quickly applied her mouth action to his penis.

Letting him slip just the head of it in at first, she finally let him drive it down her throat.

"Ohhhh-ahhh-yes-yes-let me ram it to you," he begged her as she gobbled his prick.

As she took him in, she got turned on anticipating his juicy sperm load. She was discovering that the cum from the penis of a young man in his teens contrasted sharply from the cum in a man as old as her husband. The creamy, thick juice was the kind of cum she preferred, and the thought of being able to devour his juices so excited her that she could hardly stop shaking.

Instantly, Gregg noticed this.

"What's wrong?"

Letting his penis slip out of her mouth, she explained, "It's nothing-nothing-it's just that your cock turns me on so much I can't quit vibrating-that's all!"

"Gee, you like me that much?" the young boy smiled excitedly.

"Yes, yes, I do," she smiled.

"Well, you just wrap your mouth around my meat once more, baby, and I'll deliver," he grinned, so happy to be wanted. She grasped his penis in her hand, licking the top of it lovingly, and then let him thrust it down her throat.

"Ohhh-ahhhhh-yes-yes-suck it-suck the juice out of it," he gasped, as he shot his gun off. The hot sperm flashed down her throat, and she kept playing with his testicles, determined to get the most juice out of it she knew how.

"Ahhh-ohhhhh, baby, that's beautiful," he told her, "Yes-yes-that's how I like it!"

And both of them were in orbit. She thrilling to the taste of his creamy cum, Gregg feeling the satisfaction any man feels when he knows a woman turns-on with his genitals.

As she slid her mouth off his meat, he said to her, "Baby-you've got to let me give you a tongue-job you won't forget-okay?"

"Alright," she laughed, "but let me catch my breath-first." She let her head rest on his thigh, and he stroked her hair, caressing the side of her face with his hand.

"Can a kid my age fall in love with a woman your age?" he smiled.

"I-I don't know," she said, "but I know a woman my age has fallen hard for a kid your age!"