Chapter 5

Lily Granger had been a sex starved housewife whose marriage had broken up because she was unable to, stand the sexual frustration any longer, because she had been almost forced into letting another man fuck her. But the price she had paid for satisfying her lust in that way had been high, and the underlying guilt had, at times, been unbearable. After coming to California, she had tried to live according to the notion of sexual freedom, telling herself that this was a new age and that guilt was an unnecessary emotion. Yet the free-living swingers of Marin County, California, had frightened her and she had had little sexual experience since her divorce, although her body had so often hungered to be filled by a man.

So when Carl Bradley finally left after fucking her again and again that afternoon, Lily was in a state of terrible confusion. The handsome, well-muscled man had lifted her to heights of shameless undreamed of passion. Again and again that morning his prick had grown hard only moments after it had spewed hot, fiery seeds into her pussy or her mouth and he had fucked her -- how many times? How many times had she cum? Lily didn't know -- she only knew that her sex-starved body had answered her every summons and had reveled in, the delicious sensuality of the hedonist who had seduced her, knowing he cared only for her loins, her breasts, her gyrating hips, and her unquenchable clasping cuntal passage... not for Lily herself.

But what meaning did that have... who was she? No event in her life, except perhaps for the birth of Eddie, had moved her to such stirring heights. Who was she if not a sex-hungry, passionate, hot- blooded woman. Perhaps this was her true self and Carl Bradley had helped her to discover it that morning.

She lay back on her bed now, the hot sun streaming through the window putting her into a state of semi-consciousness and she remembered that when they were both too exhausted to respond any longer to their unleashed passion, she had kissed Carl's limp cock, licking away the last warm, wet vestiges of her most recent orgasm, and kissed him full on the mouth as he lay sprawled on the couch in the livingroom. Then he had dressed and left the house, walking out to his sportscar, a perfectly restored MGA classic, and as, the car disappeared around the curve in the road, Lily felt a strong pang of sad loneliness in her heart.

She had been able to do nothing for awhile except simply lie on the couch, unmoving, trying to recapture some of her totally sapped strength. Her mind began to clear somewhat as she rested; and she felt some of the old guilt return, some of the self-regret that her mind had hinted at earlier. God, what if Eddie -- young, impressionable Eddie -- had walked in on them? There was no telling what he might have done, how he might have reacted... especially after so soon witnessing his father, Albert, in an illicit sexual act. She had allowed her own sexual craving, to overshadow her new-found duties as a mother to her young son; she had been weak when she should have been strong...

Well, what would happen now? Would she see Carl again or was it just an early morning one night stand? She didn't know if she really wanted to, and yet she did, she could think of nothing else; never had she known a man as passionately arousing as Carl Bradley, as fantastic a sexual partner. But vaguely, she knew that he represented a danger to his way of life, to the possible permanent reunion between she and Eddie... the way Carl was, he didn't care about anything except sexual expression and his own satisfaction... he had no limits, no boundaries, no morality.

Lilly knew her mind was playing tricks on her, evoking crazy, wicked, disjoined thoughts in its total exhaustion from the bout with Carl. She had to sleep, had to rest, to get back her equilibrium before Eddie came home from his afternoon with Cindy Bradley.

Like a dazed sleepwalker, Lilly got to her feet, standing naked in the bright sunlight of early afternoon, her eyes blinking and trying to focus. When she could see things clearly, if dully, she began to move around the room, picking up her discarded clothing, bundling it under her arm. Then she trudged back to the bedroom, throwing her clothing onto a chair, and then collapsed again on the bed, managing to pull a single sheet over her nudity.

She was asleep instantly.

As young Eddie Granger dressed behind one of the pines in the clearing where he had been seduced by Cindy Bradley only minutes early, he thought with a kind of awe: I'm a man now, I'm no longer just a little kid but a real man... I've tucked a real woman, I've cum inside her pussy and made her cum too... Holy shit!

He watched the beautiful blonde woman pull her shorts and panties into place, and smooth her halter down over her full ripe breasts where Eddies own mouth had sucked them. The nipples pressed hard against the thin material sending a quiver through Eddie's body again. Cindy fluffed the leaves from her long, silken hair, finger-combing it free of some of its tangles.

Looking at her, the young boy was becoming somewhat aroused again. I wonder how long it'll be, he thought, before she lets me do her hot little pussy again? Now that I've fucked it once, I want to fuck it again and again and again. Oh, wow!

The handsome young, teenage boy found himself wondering then about what Carl Bradley's first time must have been like. Christ, he was really a man with experience, he must have done it hundreds of times, thousands even. And his mother, too, although it was difficult for him to think like a woman, to know what went on inside a woman's mind, in spite of the fact that if Cindy was any example, women needed and wanted screwing as much or even more than men did. Eddie nodded slowly to himself, revisualizing the scene on the floor of his mother's house, between her and Carl, and he was no longer shocked or upset by what he had witnessed. He thought he understood, now, what had made them go at each other that way, like... well, not animals, just people who liked sex and had to have it. He understood, and he felt no animosity toward Carl, no displeasure with his mother. He knew he would be able to face her now, because they both had secrets that they couldn't share with the other... not yet, anyway.

Having thus composed himself, Eddie stepped out around the tree to where Cindy stood, looking beautifully confident, her hair blowing in the gentle breeze as she stood beside a tall pine. As she'd waited for him, she found herself marvelling at how much this little kid had changed in the past hour. He'd been nothing but a scared child when they'd watched her husband fucking his mother's ass off in the house, and had been frightened of her sexual advances... but once he'd lost his head... once he had his cock up her pussy, he'd undergone a goddamn transformation to rival any in the world! There at the end he'd fucked into her every way with the hot, pulsing young cock of his, fucking her like a madman, like Carl, for Christ's sake, and that was really saying something. She hardly knew him now looking at the proud, confident way he carried himself, but Cindy wasn't quite so sure of herself now... she hoped he wasn't too cool, hoped fervently that when they put the next phase of the plan into action things wouldn't blow up in her face; but she didn't want to worry about that now...

Cindy went to Eddie and took his arm tentatively. He didn't pull away. "Ready to go, lover boy?" she asked him.

"Yes," he said, "but I think I'll go back to my mother's house instead of continuing our tour, if that was what you had in mind."

"Well... suppose she and my husband are still -- well, you know, still in there."