A long moment passed, and Carl said quietly, "That was lovely, Lily, honey. It really was lovely. You're one hell of a beautiful fuck!"
But Lily didn't answer. She just lay there, completely fulfilled. She knew she should feel some kind of remorse, shame; she knew that her son, Eddie, could walk in at any minute… and yet she was too filled with torpor after the magnificent screwing she had just had with this sensual, handsome man. She felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed reassurance of her womanhood, because she had allowed herself to be denied this for so long – and because of the hurt that Albert, her ex-husband, had caused her. She simply lay there, feeling the warm heat of the strong, muscular body beside her, smelling his manly odor and the permeating aura of their consumated lust.
She lay still for awhile, and then suddenly she was on all fours beside him, hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening with the coagulating juices of her recent cumming around it.
Her head dropped slowly toward his groin, and suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the thin-slitted opening of his cock, causing a thin sheen of the last vestiges of his cum to flow forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid expanse of his prick, down over his soft, wrinkled scrotum, wiping away her own orgasm juices. She smiled as she bent to her task, for Carl's cock was beginning to show signs of hardening again, was stirring beneath her oral ministrations, and after such a long time of denial, Carl Bradley's again desire-hardened cock was the most wonderful sight in the world…
CHAPTER FOUR
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.