Chapter 4

Eddie Granger didn't want anyone to see his shock and he tried to keep a few feet ahead of Cindy as they walked back to the car. Cindy followed him, talking soothingly, while her heart hammered crazily in her chest in anticipation of what might soon take place between herself and this innocent young boy -- as long as she played her cards right.

She called out to him: "Come on, Eddie, let's go sit down some place. You'll feel better if you can just sit and think it all out of you."

Cindy led the teenage youth off the narrowly defined path, across a spongy, pine-needled expanse and into a small clearing well removed from his mother's house -- a clearing she had been in before, with a cute blond surfer boy who had been visiting from L.A. last summer, after they had gone for a hike in this same general area. That had been some afternoon, all right; she had sucked the cum from his tender young balls twice and then he had talked her into letting him fuck her in the asshole...

Cindy's lovely eyes flashed at the remembrance, then she put a sober expression on her face as she led Eddie across the clearing. At its far end, there was a small stream with a rocky, twig-cluttered bed and a trickle of water running in its middle. On the bank, on a wide berth of soft needles beneath a pine heavy with cones, she guided the distraught boy down into a sitting position. He sank beside her while she held him against her and he could feel the full, hard tautness of her breasts pressing against his arm and chest, and Eddie was suddenly aware of a spasming tingle in his cock, inside the tight restriction of his jeans.

"Go ahead, cry it out," she told him tenderly. "Try to forget what you saw in that cabin."

And something about her voice was so comforting that Eddie lost his embarrassment at looking so confused in front of a woman. He had been through so much in the past two weeks and it felt so good finally to suddenly cry, his sobs filling the quiet glade with mournful sounds. Eddie felt lost, empty, he didn't know what to do. His mother... the mother he had always loved and respected and looked up to... lying there naked on the floor and getting her belly fucked full by Carl Bradley -- the man who had befriended him yesterday -- fucking his big hard, cock into his beautiful mother while her openly spread legs kicked out high in the air... Oh God, oh God!

Eddie pressed closer to Cindy -- warm, sweet Cindy, his only friend now that he had been betrayed by his mother and Carl... and yet, he knew deep down that he shouldn't be taking what he had seen so hard, that lovemaking was only a part of life and you couldn't pretend that it didn't exist. Still, he had always thought of sex as something you did in a bed under the covers, with someone you really loved... not just a slapping together of bodies on the floor, like two dogs in heat... God, why was he so confused? If only he hadn't seen them doing it, Carl and his mother, so soon after seeing his father and a strange woman back in Detroit... the shock of viewing both scenes was putting his young mind in a turmoil. He didn't hate his mother, the way he hated his father now, and he didn't really hate Carl either; but something was lost, gone forever, he felt, in his attitude toward the dark-hired man who was his friend and toward the woman who had given birth to him -- and he didn't know exactly what it was...

Can I ever go back home, face Mommy again, after what Ijust saw? he asked himself. I don't know... she'll look in my face and see that something's wrong and she'll guess what it is, and then... what? Will things still be the same for us... will we be able to go on like we did last night, like early this morning... oh, I don't know, I don't know anything, why did this have to happen, why, why, why?

His sobs increased for a time as he poured out his torment, dimly aware that Cindy was talking to him, whispering words into his ear. Finally, some of the deep aching left him and he was able to stop crying. And he became aware, then, of the words she was saying to him, the soft, gentle, droning words...

"... about it, honey, don't think about the way your mother and Carl looked in there in the house, they way their faces looked and what they were doing. Don't think about the way your mom was loving it, about the way she was holding him with her naked legs locked around his back there on the floor... don't think about how it must have felt for them, don't think about it at all..."

No, or course he wouldn't think about it, Eddie thought. Of course, he wouldn't. It was too awful. He felt Cindy stroking his hair lightly, comfortingly, and then she stroked his shoulder and the slender hardness of his muscular boyish arm. It felt good to be touched by her, Eddie decided, good to be caressed by this beautiful woman, his only friend in this moment of internal crisis. But he mustn't think about what his mother and Carl had been doing, he mustn't let that mental image remain vividly implanted in his brain...

"Don't think about your mom, about Carl, don't think about what you and I saw in the cabin... don't... don't..." Cindy's voice droned on. But Eddie now could feel the firm, warm, full breasts pressing hard against him, could feel her nipple beginning to harden, and he felt the excitement in his hardening young cock increase despite his efforts to control himself and push the memory from his mind. But he could still see them mentally as they looked in the cabin, fucking, and the images were in turn causing unmistakeable arousal in his tortured young body. Despite his tears, the tortured confusion in his young mind, Eddie was becoming more and more aroused by the proximity of Cindy's lush body and soothing voice telling him not to think of what he had witnessed, while the vision remained unerasable in his mind, try as he might to shut it off. In fact, her voice was bringing it into crystal clarity. He pressed even closer to Cindy now, secure with her female nearness and the gentle stroking of her hand on his shoulder and arm.

The situation was starting to have a strong physical effect on Cindy's flesh as well. She could feel the familiar wonderful twitching sensation deep within her belly, and her hungry little pussy began to secrete tiny droplets of lubrication to moisten her panties, causing her to open and close her thighs slightly, almost unnoticeably, in a gathering sexual rhythm. Her fully hardened nipples under her halter top were begging to be sucked as she thought: Wow! I'm going to fuck this kid like he'll never forget; he'll shove his cock all the way up my belly and fill me with his fresh young cum until I explode! She almost couldn't control her passion any longer!

Her demanding, unsatisfied loins were overwhelmed with uncontrollable perverted hunger for the boy. Her large ripe breasts heaved high and swollen only inches in front of Eddie Granger's confused young face and her soft voice turned husky as her surrendering body was no longer able to resist the sweet torment of her mounting desire for him.

"Eddie, dearest Eddie."

A strangled cry escaped from between her moist lips, and wildly she threw both of her arms around him in a sudden surge of uncontrollable desire. She pulled the innocently unresisting youth close against the softness of her breasts, crushing him hungrily to her, and she could feel his hard young penis pulsing, down against her jean covered thighs. Every tingling nerve in her voluptuous body was reacting with overwhelming sensation, and she began undulating her trembling hips seductively against his abdomen while she planted several warm loving kisses on his cheeks.

"You poor sweet darling," she sighed with her unquenchable passion, "You dear, lovely boy. Kiss me..." She pulled her halter top up over her breasts and brushed the full throbbing globes across his warm parted lips, then felt him tremble from the aroused excitement which rippled heavily over his young body. Delicious sensations raced out of control in the boy now as he kissed her white, eagerly offered mounds of flesh with his innocent young desire.

But suddenly, a warning voice penetrated the rising passion, the confusion, that was young Eddie Granger's brain. The image of his mother being fucked by this woman's husband shimmered, faded, and it was momentarily replaced by fear -- fear of his own body's sudden betrayal, fear of what was about to happen between him and this beautiful older woman if he didn't stop her now... yes, he had to stop her... stop sucking her breast even though it felt good to be there, caressing her, tweaking her nipples, arousing her unbridled passions...

No, no! his mind intoned, and then the words were ripping from his mouth, too. "No, no! Stop it, Cindy, stop it!" He jerked away from her, panting, his eyes glazed not with anger but with confused desire. The lust-crazed woman was taken completely by surprise, for she had been supremely confident that he was totally hers now. She gaped at him for a moment, then stood up, slid her tight jeans over her firmly rounded hips, her top over the tan full mounds of her breasts until she stood naked before him. Then she reached out and grabbed the young fourteen year old, pulling him back into the folds of her arms.

There was no protest from the boy now, who had been aroused by the sight of her naked body to the point where there was no turning back.

Then Cindy drew his lips closer to the distended nipple of her breast, moaning softly as she guided the hardened little bud into his open mouth. "Suck my titty, dear little Eddie. Suck and feel it with your tongue like you were a hungry little baby...

"Ohhhhhh, Cindy," he said in a muffled groan.

Cindy gently cupped one of her hands behind his head. "It's all right Eddie. I like you kissing my titty, really I do. Ohhhh, yes, yes. Mmmmmm, like that. Oh Eddie, you're so good, so good..."

Young Eddie Granger's mind was still reeling. Jesus! Now he was doing it. He was actually sucking this beautiful blonde's big tits! Her nipple in his mouth was the craziest taste he'd ever had! So this was what it felt like. Shit, it was incredible!

Cindy's uncontained passions had reached that aroused, sensation filled point where nothing could have stopped her from continuing her lewd seduction of the young fourteen year old boy. She gently smoothed her hand down over his back, feeling all of his smooth hard flesh with slowly circling fingers. Then her fingers moved to the buttons, opening them slowly, one at a time, until she could peel his shirt off. God, his skin was just like a baby's like new and untouched satin! So different from the rough, hairy skin of her husband... Her other hand slowly eased around to the front of his pants and softly caressed the swollen outline of his straining young penis, and she felt the boy tremble and gasp while he sucked harder at her breast. A searing flame of desire raced hotly through her belly and loins while she teasingly traced up and down his young cock, delicately squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger.

Eddie sucked in his breath when he felt her gently ease down the zipper of his pants and slip her hand tantalizingly inside his open fly. He could feel her velvety fingers as they taunted with a soft grazing motion beneath one legband of his thin cotton undershorts and around the smooth flesh of his inner thigh. Then he moaned with quivering delight as her hand lovingly began to stroke the naked flesh of his rock-hard young cock. Ohhh, he couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Rising tingles of sexual excitement spiraled up form, between his youthful loins and swirled maddeningly through his lean and hairless belly. She had his prick right in her hand, and was playing with it! And... oh, Jesus, now she was feeling his balls too!

"Mmmmmmm" he groaned around her soft delicious breast which throbbed between his firmly sucking lips. He couldn't control his moans and sighs as she continued to tenderly fondle the pulsating shaft of his young penis and the fleshy sac of his taut, sperm swollen testicles. "Ohhhh... Cindy, Cindy."

"Don't be afraid, Eddie," she whispered, and gently eased her breast free of his eager young mouth and slowly dropped to her knees on the ground. She trailed her long blonde hair teasingly down over his heavy- breathing chest, kissing his button-like nipples until he groaned and quivered as he stood above her. She played her moistly sliding tongue down further to lave his belly and wash his tender navel, while her softly curling hand traced along the waistband of his pants and unbuttoned the top of his open fly. She smoothly drew his pants down, slipping his white cotton shorts with them, and then she tenderly lifted each of his slender young legs to remove his clothing along with his scuffed brown loafers. Her passion-hungry eyes greedily absorbed the sight of his rigidly arching penis as it throbbed nakedly between his strong young thighs, and she felt heavy sensations of salacious delight flutter through her own fully exposed belly and loins.

"You're so handsome Eddie," she exclaimed. Her body was lewdly tingling with rising excitement and her brain was sensually afire with obscene passion as she wrapped her moistly stroking hand once more around his swollen young penis. Oh, God, it was perfect, perhaps four inches and slightly thick for its length, its bulbous young head a richly glistening crimson at the tip where the tiny moist slit creased it. And ohhh... his lovely young testicles so tight and round with their sensitive textures scrotum of a fine velvet skin.

Eddie looked down in wild-eyes amazement, having given up trying to understand what was happening to him... only that it was! He watched mesmerized as she taunted his hardened prick with her fingers, pulling the foreskin down so that its head stood outlike a beacon, her glistening lips less than an inch from its tip.

"Ohhh..." he whimpered and squirmed above her. "Ohhh, shit!" he gulped, truly shocked by what she was doing to him.