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!