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CHAPTER TWO

"Well, well, well," Cindy said to her husband. "Not only is little Eddie a delectable morsel, but his mother is quite a fox!"

"My love," Carl responded, "your taste is impeccable, as usual… and under Lily Granger's cool exterior, is a fucking hot little passion flower. I'd bet on it!"

Cindy Bradley was naked and lying on the satin spread which covered their king-sized bed. She had her beautiful tanned legs spread in a wanton inviting pose, exposing the softly palpitating lips of her naked cunt so tantalizingly framed by pale golden pubic hair. She was given to nude sunbathing and so her tan was full and complete, no bands of white at her hips or across her chest; her breasts, firm and voluptuous, stood like twin majestic mountains on her chest, demanding to be climbed, eager for sucking and licking, their berry-sized crests already hard and quivering with anticipation.

"Of course," she added confidently, "old talent scouts like us are never far wrong." And husband and wife laughed together in lascivious conspiracy.

Long ago they had switched to a "swinging" life style when their marriage had become dull and routine. And Carl took pride in the fact that Cindy was always ready for sex, always in a receptive mood for him because she was always ready for sex, any kind, with anybody, at any hour, just like he was. He recalled with satisfied relish the mate-swap orgy they had been to on a ranch in a deserted part of Nevada just the night before they picked up Eddie, where they had spent many abandoned hours of naked screwing with numerous other couples after a wild dog-fuck movie had been shown.

But his eyes lingered now on the wet, pink folds of his wife's nakedly exposed pussy, and the tiny throbbing clitoris nestled there. Goddamn, he thought, but she was some hot broad, all right! He had fucked plenty of women silly in his time, but none pleased him more than his own hot little wife, Cindy – whether it be suck or fuck.

The blonde wiggled her body seductively on the bed, opening and closing her thighs so that it gave the impression her moist, warm cuntal slit was winking invitingly at him. "Come on, baby," she breathed throatily, "get undressed and come to little Cindy. Little Cindy's pussy is horny for some of your good loving cock fucking it crazy."

Carl chuckled, advancing on the bed. "Is that all you ever think about?" he asked. "My big loving cock?"

"Of course not," she laughed. "I think about other men's big loving cocks, too!"

"Yeah, and other chicks," Carl jibed. "I saw you with that Oriental broad the other night, and I caught the way you ogled that tight-assed mother of Eddie's today. You'd like nothing better than to nurse on that mama's tits and lick her hot little cunt until it spewed out all over your tongue and face."

"You know me too well, darling," Cindy laughed, bright-eyed, still wriggling her lush body temptingly. "You were a good teacher and showed me how anything that feels good isn't wrong. Well, sometimes it's nice to feel soft female skin next to my own instead of hard hairy bodies like yours."

"Well," her husband asked her, raising one eyebrow, "how are you going to accomplish that with Mrs. Granger. She looked pretty uptight and straight to me."

"I have a plan," his luscious blonde wife told him coyly. "A plan which I think you'll like because it includes your getting a piece of that beautiful tight little cunt yourself. Wouldn't you like that, lover?"

He considered it, grinned lewdly as his cock fluttered lightly. "Yeah!" he said. "Yeah, I sure would… okay Cindy, what's the plan?"

"I'll tell you later," she answered, her body undulating on the huge bed. "I'm too hot now. Come over here and let me suck your cock. I'm so hungry for it, baby."

The ruggedly handsome man's cock leaped into full hardness at his lusciously naked wife's lascivious words; "All right, baby," he breathed. "I've got a yen for your pussy too, my sweet."

"Oh, get naked then, Carl… Hurry!"

Carl hurried, tearing at his clothes, throwing them in a heap on the floor until he, too, stood naked. His great, trembling cock stood out from his groin like some impossibly huge instrument of insane delight, the thin slit at the end secreting warm, clear droplets of aroused lubrication. Cindy stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm drinking cavern of her hotly salivating mouth.

"Lie down here! Hurry now, lie down with that beautiful hard cock of yours sticking up in the air so I can take it in my mouth and suck every last drop of your cum from it like a straw!"

Christ! her husband thought. The little bitch really knew how to get him heated up, talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you verbally, if such a thing were possible. His prick quivered and throbbed with anticipation, and he sat on the bed quickly, then lay back prone.

Cindy wasted no time. She poised herself on all fours, her full firm breasts swaying tantalizingly from her chest, the nipples turgid with her arousal. Then she crawled down on the bed, sliding her body between his legs, and her hand seized his cock, began to stroke it slowly up and down, her extended fingers teasingly caressing his swelling testicles on the downward stroke of her palm. Carl groaned at the stimulation her expert manipulations were sending through his body, thrust his hips down hard against the blanket. Her fingernails scratched lightly over the girth of his cock now and on down over his testicles, reaching under his body to probe briefly at the tiny puckered ring of his anus, retracing their path back to his excitedly quivering penis.

"Hurry up, damn it!" he moaned. "Put your mouth down over it, Cindy! Suck it, honey, suck it dry!"

She laughed throatily. "Of course, darling, anything my wonderful husband desires." Then she lowered her head slowly, slowly, and then Carl felt the incredible hot moist softness of her lips kissing the heavily throbbing head of his prick, then her tongue sliding out between them to probe the tiny vertical opening in his cockhead, drinking away the lubrication there as she began to make hungry little mewling sounds, she opened her mouth wide to accept the full length of his hard pulsating rod inside the full, soft circle of her lips.

Her fiery tongue licked circles of liquid fire along the underside of his cock shaft, and she began to suck him lovingly, slowly, eliciting moaning cries from him, causing him to twist his body wildly on the bed as she sucked him and stroked salaciously at his cum-burgeoning balls with her free hand.

Cindy drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist stickiness of his pre-cum again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head. Then she began sucking rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise of the accomplished female mouth-lover. He watched her convoluted lips working hungrily on his cock, watched the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she slithered it up and down the full length of his rigidly pulsing hardness. The sight of her sucking his cock never ceased to increase his arousal, and his loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy expanse disappearing with each hard upward thrust, so that only a small stretch of it showed white and glistening with the wetness of her saliva between her pink, rou ndly ovaled lips and his cum-filled balls.

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling flick on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a thing with a mind of its own. She sucked, hungrily, her mind caught up in the task of what she was doing, reveling in this, the raw, naked, sexual pleasures for which she and her husband lived. Her breasts danced wildly below her rhythmically pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting view Carl was seeing.

"Suck it, suck it, baby-doll, suck it!" the handsome dark-haired man urged her on, dropping his head back on the pillow heavily, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the sweet mouth around his huge cock. The image of Lily Granger came into his mind just then. Holy Shit, it would sure be something to fuck that broad three ways to heaven… to shoot his load of boiling cum deep into her throat, her cunt, maybe even her asshole… Son of a bitch, he hoped the plan Cindy had was a good one; but then, she was a very clever woman and all of her plans were good ones…

The passion-inspired blonde slaved below, her body glistening from tiny droplets of lust-sweat. The pressure grew and grew in Carl's balls, and he ground his loins up hard against her face, not thinking about fucking the luscious young mother of Eddie Granger any more, but only about the beautiful hot bitch blowing him so wonderfully, the best in the world, the best ever. Harder and harder he rammed his cock up into her mouth, pumping his cock deep into her tightly locked throat like a wild man, and he heard her protesting mumble – a satisfying sound in Carl's ears – and it drove him on to fuck her mouth faster and faster in his desire for the final release of the maddening build-up of semen in his testicles below.

And then…

And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first torrent of white-hot fire leap along the full length of his throat-filling cock. He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in agony. His prick began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning Cindy's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush of hotly burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each white-hot spurt until she was forced to swallow crazily to keep from choking, mewling and crooning and tickling his testicles with the tips of her fingers excitedly.

"Keep… keep sucking it!" Carl cried. "Baby, keep sucking it, keep succkkkkiinngg!" His hands were working spasmodically in her golden hair now, ramming her head down harder on his wildly spewing cock, burying it deep in her throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as the nakedly kneeling woman sucked noisily at the juices of his desire, he emptied out the final spurts of his sperm into her hungrily accepting mouth.

Cindy continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking out every last drop of his load, until, his satiated hardness began to gradually deflate in her mouth. Carl flung his arms outward on the bed in exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment pouring from his lips. His provocative wife lay for a long moment between his outstretched legs, her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently on the limp cock settling down into the cradle of his balls. Finally she crawled up and kissed him full on the mouth. He accepted her cum-slickened tongue hungrily as she thrust it deep into his mouth, even as warm, wet droplets of his cum were still trickling down in thin rivulets from the corners of her whitely glistening lips.

"How did you like that, lover?" she whispered.

"As good as always!" he enthused. "The best, the greatest!"

Cindy smiled sweetly and kissed him again, smearing his own semen around his lips. "Now it's your turn, lover," she told her handsome husband. "Let me watch you lick my pussy and make it cum as good as I just did your cock. Make me cum with that tongue of yours, swallow me whole with those lips – prove to me how much you like your little Cindy's hot, juicy cunt-hole!"

The obscene words brought renewed spasms of lustful life to Carl's cock. He rolled up to kneel between the wildly aroused wide-spread legs, staring down hypnotically at her wetly throbbing cuntal slit. And then he remembered they had something to do today. "What… what about the plan to get the Grangers, honey?"

"Afterwards," she breathed, guiding his head down to her waiting, trembling, fiery cunt. "First prove how much you love me, how much you love my pussy. Prove it, Carl, prove to me it's still your favorite little cunt!"

And Carl, to her orgiastic satisfaction, proved it.

Lily Granger's face was as pale as if she had just seen a ghost. She was sitting at the old oak table in the kitchen looking at her teenage son with a look of total shock on her face. He had just finished relating to her what he had seen in the living room of his father's New York apartment, the reason he had finally run away from home to seek out his mother in Mill Valley, California.

"I… I can hardly believe it," she murmured.

"It's true, Mommy. I swear it is!" Eddie cried. His face was flushed again at the retelling of the scene, but he was looking squarely at his beautiful, sweet-faced mother, love bright in his eyes – a silent plea for her to help him, too.

"I don't doubt your word, honey," Lily said. She got to her feet and began to pace the room. "It's just… just a little difficult to believe about your father. He was always so… so…" She broke off; the words she was thinking weren't the kind you said to a fourteen year old innocent like Eddie.

"He's a son of a bitch, a horrible son of a bitch!" the boy said impulsively, and then put his hand over his mouth as he realized what he had spoken.

"Don't use language like that," Lily told him automatically, but she had scarcely heard the words. Her mind was racing wildly. So Albert isn't really the virtuous priggish puritan he liked to pretend he was. Did he have a mistress all along? Was that why he always denied me? Was his professed hatred of anything physical just an act, to hide the fact that he was screwing another woman silly? It could be, it couid just be… If what Eddie says is true, and I'm sure it must be because Eddie was never given to telling lies, then that afternoon on the couch wasn't the first time for Albert… it wasn't just the scratching of a mindblowing itch, like it was for me that time. Yeah, Albert's a son of a bitch all right, the worst kind of lying, hypocritical phony son of a bitch who has no more right to raising a boy like Eddie than… than that Carl Bradley does…

"Mommy," her handsome teenage son implored, "what are we going to do?"

"I… I don't know, honey," she replied. "I have to think…"

"You won't send me back to him, will you? Please Mommy, I won't go back there. I can't. I just can't!"

"Easy, honey, easy," she soothed.

What could she do? Lily wondered. Albert would almost certainly suspect that Eddie had come to California, to her; she had today, maybe tomorrow, at the most before he had the police and the juvenile authorities out here to bring him back. He couldn't stay here… and yet, after what he had told her, it would be a rotten thing for her to send him back into the clutches of that lying son of a bitch! No, she would be the worst kind of mother to do that; she would fail him, fail him badly, the way she had failed him the past three years, Lily thought with sudden clarity, just the way she had failed him when he needed her the most.

There was no use denying it, her mind told her miserably. It was true, damned true. She ran away from her own son, came here to live the free and easy life in California… Only it turned out to be neither free nor easy. And in so doing she abandoned the one good, wonderful thing in her life – Eddie, her son – to a man she hated and feared. If she had been a real woman she would have stayed in New York, found a way to fight Albert, a way to keep Eddie with her where he belonged. But no, she had run, run away… and now she had this business to contend with, this hideous revelation about Albert and Eddie's running away and coming here…

Goddamn it, what was there for her to do? Sure Eddie had seen Albert with some woman, screwing like animals in the living room… but it was only his word, the word of a relative child against that of a grown, seemingly responsible man. No judge would believe it if she, Lily, tried to go to court to open a new fight for Eddie's custody, not without more concrete evidence… they would think the boy was lying.

Concrete evidence…

Suddenly, Lily stopped pacing as an idea took shape in her mind, became full-blown. Suppose she did have concrete evidence? Suppose she had proof that Albert was having an affair with some woman, blatantly screwing her in full view of an impressionable fourteen year old boy? Would a judge rescind the restraining order against her, Lily, and allow the mother to have her son? There was a chance… a good chance, especially when Lily could prove she had led a virtuous existence the past two years, living in this small town without a hint of a scandal of any kind. Goodness, people in Mill Valley even tended to make fun of her because she was such a prude…

A private detective, that's what she needed, an investigator to follow Albert, find out about his other life, get definite evidence of his sexual activities with women – the more graphic and potent evidence the better. Albert wouldn't have a leg to stand on to fight a new custody trial, not with that hanging over his head, and if she knew Albert, he'd back down without a legal battle because his impeccable reputation was the most important thing in the world to him. To expose him as the hypocrite he apparently was, in a court of law, would really hurt him.

Lily felt excitement coursing through her veins. She knew it could be done… and it was worth any price she had to pay to have her son. But she needed time and she didn't have that. Albert would have the police up here to take Eddie back, and she couldn't allow the child to be returned to the environment he had left in New York, especially not with an investigator prowling around. She had to buy some time – but how? Did she dare call Albert, lie to him, feed him some kind of story that he might believe…? Yes, yes, it might work; if she sounded properly frightened at what Albert could do to her for harboring his runaway son, she could convince him that she hadn't even seen Eddie, perhaps that he had called from somewhere in Florida to tell her that he'd run away and was never coming home…

She turned abruptly, her eyes fevered with anticipation. Eddie was staring at her. "Mommy," he whispered. "What is it? Have you thought of something?"

"I think so, Eddie," she said. She went to her son, caught him in her arms and held him close. He snuggled against her for comfort, pressing against the full roundness of her breasts, feeling warm and safe in his mother's arms. "It's a long-shot but it just might work."

"Mommy, tell me about it, please!" he breathed against her ear.

Her hands moved convulsively on her son's slender yet muscular back, following the strong curve of his spine, stopping just short of the tight swell of his buttocks pressed hard against her thighs. Then she broke from him, took his hand in hers, looked down into his shining, trusting face. "I'll tell you over dinner, Eddie my love, and then you can sleep peacefully tonight."

He looked up at her with pure love lighting his eyes.

"Gee, Mom. You're the most wonderful woman in the whole wide world!"

Lily awoke the next morning in high spirits. After dinner she had made two phone calls to New York City. The first one, to an old friend from school who was a private detective, elicited the promise of a discreet, careful investigation that guaranteed results – one way, or another. Then Lily had called Albert, found him home, and went into a long, ingratiating, subservient dissertation before he could say much of anything; she had told him about a non-existent phone call that had come from someplace in Florida, that very afternoon, and how afraid she was for her son's safety, et cetera. Surprised to hear from her, then suspicious, then haughty and mean as only Albert could get, he had apparently believed her when she assured him in the most fearful voice she could muster that she hadn't seen Eddie, would have called Albert immediately if she had. She thought for a moment that she had laid it on too thick, but it had turned out to be just right. Albert had warned her about the consequences of trying to help a runaway, and told her that he would have the police look for Eddie in Florida and the south. He hadn't bothered to offer to let her know if the boy was found, nor, Lily thought with momentary bitterness, had he even seemed particularly concerned that his son might be in trouble. The heartless bastard deserved anything he got, and then some. She hoped the detective would catch him in some really good compromising poses and get some really incriminating pictures.

Now she smiled lovingly at Eddie as he sat across from her at breakfast, savoring the flavor and aroma of the bacon, eggs, hotcakes, fresh coffee and orange juice Lily had prepared. She forked the last bite of egg into her mouth, put the utensil down, and sighed, contentedly; she had to marvel at what a wonderfully handsome youth her son had become, a slimly muscular boy with all the assets of the handsome man he would soon fully be.

"More coffee, Eddie?"

"Mmm, yes, please! You brew a farout cup of coffee, Mom."

She laughed, delighted at the compliment, and rose to her feet. Her firmly voluptuous body jiggled slightly as she moved to the stove to get the coffee pot, her tautly rounded buttocks straining hard against the thin material of her cutoff bluejean shorts, her full ripe breasts clearly defined beneath the loose cotton shirt from India she wore. Eddie watched his mother with joy. How wonderful it was to be back with her again.

Lily poured more coffee into his cup, a little more into her own, and returned the pot to the stove. When she had seated herself again, Eddie said: "Mom, will you show me around the town today? I didn't get much of a chance to see it yesterday. And I'd kind of like to see San Francisco too."

"Oh honey, I'd love to, but… well, I've got to get these chokers and bracelets done for the fair. If I don't I'm going to be flat broke. You know your father didn't give me a cent of alimony!"

Eddie pouted briefly, then brightened. "I understand."

"That's my boy! We'll go for the deluxe tour once I've finished this project. And I do mean deluxe!"

He grinned happily. "When will that be?"

"Early next week probably."

His smile faded and a look of worry replaced it. He bit his lip. "Oh, Mom, I just hope I'm still here with you early next week."

Lily stood and went to him, kissing his forehead lightly as she put her arms about his shoulders. "Don't worry now," she said, putting full reassurance into her voice. "Everything's going to be fine from now on, you'll see."

"I hope so," he whispered fervently. "I don't want to leave you, Mommy – ever!"

"And you won't have to," Lily promised, thinking: I'll never allow you to leave me again, my darling little boy… She lifted his chin and smiled into his face. Then she kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"You get to work, Mom. I'll clean things up in here."

"Okay, honey."

Lily went into the living room and picked up the necklace she had been working on… it was an intricate interweaving of seashells and straw-colored string and she knew it would bring a good price. Her fingers were just getting into the rhythm of macrame knotting when she heard a car pull up outside.

"Damnit," Lily cursed under her breath. She got to her feet and went to the door, in time to see Cindy Bradley walking up the dirt path to her door. The attractive blonde wore skin-tight blue jeans and a white cotton halter top that barely cove red her generously rounded breasts. She was smiling in a friendly way but in her eyes was something calculating that Lily did not like.

"Hi," Cindy said cheerfully.

"Hello," Lily replied coolly. "Something I can do for you?"

"Well, I just thought I'd drop by to see if Eddie would like to take a little ride around the area with me, see what his new home is like. Carl is off somewhere and I really had nothing else planned…"

"I don't think so, Mrs. Bradley," Lily said. "Eddie…"

"Gee, I'd love to!" Her handsome teenage son's voice sounded behind her. He had heard the car too, and had come out of the kitchen to see who it was. Now he crossed the living room, drying his hands on a dishtowel. He smiled shyly at the beautiful blonde woman, then looked at his mother. "Mom, can I go? It would be fun, and since you're going to be working I won't have anything to do here."

"Well…" Lily hedged. It was just a feeling she had about the Bradleys… nothing she could put a finger on. She just didn't think they were the kind of company she wanted her son to keep. But she couldn't come out with a concrete explanation for Eddie…

"Well, Mom, can I?" Eddie asked her, his eyes dancing. He felt a curious excitement inside at the prospect of sitting beside the beautiful blonde woman in her shiny new foreign car. He didn't know exactly why he was so excited, but he was.

"All right, I guess there's no harm in it," Lily relented, looking hard at the other woman. "But don't be gone all day; I'd like you to bring Eddie back well before dinnertime."

"Sure, Lily, don't worry." She smiled disarmingly, looking at Eddie. "Are you ready or do you have to change or anything?"

"No, I'm fine the way I am," the boy replied, and laughed shyly. "Let's go."

"Right," Cindy said, starting back toward the car.

Eddie kissed his mother, flashed her a radiant smile, and followed the older woman into the car. He waved gaily as she started the engine, gunned it, and took the Mercedes forward to vanish along the winding dirt road. Lily watched the empty road for a moment, then sighed and went back inside leaving the door open. Eddie would be okay, she told herself. Anyway, he was with her now and that was all that mattered…

Lily sat down and stared at the necklace. Before long her hands were working in the familiar rhythm and she became totally immersed in the act of creation. She worked quickly, as the form of the piece took its shape. Suddenly, she sensed that she was not alone. She swiveled her head, looking toward the open door, and her eyes widened with surprise.

Carl Bradley stood there, smiling a smile that was almost brazen in its hungry, hot intensity.