A Mother's Pleasure

homerdepot©

Kevin was smart as far as book learning went, but when it came to life experiences he was clueless. His mother had been over-protective to the point she didn't allow Kevin to leave the house. There are those who might say she wanted Kevin for herself, for he was a good looking young man, with a strong body, especially his lower body that supported his massive engine. She watched his every move, especially when he showered, hoping to get a glimpse of what she knew he was packing. Judging from his shorts, he had a mind boggling cock. This is what she told herself and this drove her to masturbate almost constantly, moaning in heat because she wanted that limb embedded in her cunt. Her name was Beth .

Beth was from the old school. She didn't believe you should let a guy kiss you on your first date, and it would take a lot of dates before a guy could cop a feel. She wore too much underwear and going on a movie date with Beth was a bad idea. By the time a guy got her bra off, and worked his way into her cotton panties, the movie was over. She much preferred to go to the movies with Gracie, her sorority girlfriend. Especially if it was a double feature. They would both be wearing sweaters and skirts and go sit up in the balcony. Of course, during afternoon showings, the balconies would be almost empty and Gracie and Beth , giggling much too loudly, would be squeezing each others' titties.

Gracie had a bigger chest than Beth, but as far as nipples being sensitive, Beth had far more sensitive nipples. She almost climaxed from nipple play, and Gracie was well aware of this fact. She teased Beth very cruelly pinching her nipples, tugging on them and making Beth laugh and cry at the same time until she wet her undies.

It didn't take long before the two college teenagers graduated to finger play and then it was a contest as to who could climax first. Gracie was much more tidy, and carried a clean handkerchief in her purse, but Beth did not. Planning ahead, to her, was a personality defect and she felt being compulsive about climaxes spoiled the fun. When she had an orgasm she squirted, making a mess of the floor and it was a good thing ushers didn't check the balcony. Most often they found used condoms and fluids and one time a turd. Luckily they never found a dead body.

The good times with Gracie ended when they graduated from college and Gracie went into the Peace Corps. As for Beth she figured she'd get married, settle down and have kids. As fate would have it, being restrictive on dates only resulted in her getting a reputation for being frigid. Men avoided her because men wanted someone for recreational sex, as they say. They hung out in bars, where the music was loud, everyone smoked something or other, and men attempted to buy a girl a drink and then hustle her off to a dirty apartment for a quick fuck.

Beth didn't have the advantage of big boobs, and this required her to be able to hold an intelligent conversation. Nature always preserves a balance, and being clever, witty, and politically correct eliminated most men, whose IQ equaled their belt size. As she grew older, she became more frustrated and gave up on the idea of finding the right man. She dated a woman who reminded her of Gracie, but when the woman wanted to flog her and leave her ass as red as an apple, Beth left her. And that's when Wilbur appeared.

Wilbur was a renaissance man. He knew something about everything, but mostly about buying stocks. He had an uncanny ability to choose the right stocks, and he'd regard a company's balance sheet as bullshit. He ignored the advice of analysts, whose only purpose was to mislead novices in the market. His education was similar to other great men in America, being nothing worth mentioning. He was kicked out of high school for raping his English teacher, a ripe young woman who was naive enough to believe she could teach students to write a simple paragraph using words not found on a men's room wall. Not only was she buggered, but she came to like it as well. It was, unfortunately, school policy to expel students who buggered their teachers, or each other. As Wilbur made his exit, so did she.

Besides Wilber's claim to fame of being an incipient sodomist, he possessed a gigantic cock, and that is why, to this day, that hapless English teacher walks with a limp.

Like most young women, Beth was fascinated and hypnotized by the size of his affair. When he suggested they get married, she agreed, and in her mind never understood why she married him -- whether it was his finances, or the lure of his imposing weapon. She certainly did not love him.

When he met Beth , he was captivated by her big green eyes and cupid bow lips. He loved her lips and he got a hard-on whenever he thought of her lips. They spent their honeymoon in San Diego, at the Coronado Hotel. It was expensive but Wilbur could afford it. The market had recently dropped 500 points and Wilbur had earlier sold short.

They bought a nice home outside of San Diego. Their first year together, typical of many newly weds, was horrible. It was a 'getting to know you' year, and they fought about how much Beth was willing to do for Wilbur in bed. Or in the living room, or even in the parking lot of a supermarket. When Wilbur wanted it, he wanted it when he wanted it.

He loved having his cock sucked, and other women had sucked his cock. Now he was married to Beth and he wasn't sure if she would go down on him. It was a quiet evening at home, and they were sipping a nice Chardonnay.

"Go down on me, Beth." Wilbur smiled at her.

Beth adamantly shook her head.

"I'm not gonna blow you," she shuddered.

Wilbur was fisting his cock, holding it out to his wife.

"I said I want you to suck me off," he repeated to her.

"That's too fucking bad," she snapped indignantly. "I think you've got a nerve to ask me to go down on your dirty old cock and suck it off for you!"

Wilbur was offended, and hurt.

"You take it easy!" he warned her.

He gripped Beth 's shoulders and shoved her down between his legs.

"I'm not gonna suck your sweaty old pecker," she snapped.

"Yes, you are!" he told her. "I ate your pussy and now you're gonna suck my cock!"

It was the usual argument early in their marriage. When Wilbur would get hot and lick Beth's pussy, she didn't care. As a matter of fact, she enjoyed having anyone's tongue sliding into her pussy hole. However, when the situation was reversed and Wilbur wanted to get his jollies, Beth would not give him any mouth action.

Nevertheless, Wilbur was determined; he held her head impaled over his penis.

"You're gonna suck it, damn it!" he told her.

Finally Beth relented. Opening her mouth, she let her cupid bow lips slide across the head of his cock. It always got her angry that he asked her to do this.

"Maybe if I said, 'pretty please with honey on it,'" he told her grimly, "you'd go down there and suck."

Anything to stall, Beth thought about what he said.

"Yes, that would make it easier," she quipped quickly. "Put some honey on your pecker."

He went to the kitchen and came back with a jar of honey. He dribbled some of it on the tip of his penis. His cock was stiff with anticipation, and he was very horny. He gripped his huge shaft in his hand and looked at her.

"Suck it," he told her.

Bending over, Beth found it easier, with the honey, to let her tongue slide across her husband's knob.

"That feels good," he told her. "Now really do it. Suck it. Suck hard!"

Her moist lips moved up and down the length of his penis. He was becoming more and more excited.

"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Come on, baby, suck me. Suck me good!"

She found herself getting more aroused. There's nothing like a thick cock to calm you down.

"Yes, baby," he whispered, "that's how I like it. Now you're doing it! Keep it up. Suck, baby, suck!"

She was doing a superb job of sucking his cock. It always got his balls stimulated very quickly. He was ready to blow, and she sucked harder. She knew her vacuum action would do it, and her sucking got his balls humming. He was ready to shoot, even though she was enjoying the tonguing action. She rolled her tongue in spirals, then bobbed up and down. But he was humping at her face, and his asshole tingled. He was trying to make it last as long as possible.

"That's the way to do it," he whispered, almost pleading. "Suck it!!!!!"

Suddenly his creamy cum erupted in her mouth. She swallowed it as fast as she could but he had a sperm gun between his legs. The sperm overflowed, and ran out of the corners of her mouth.

"Yes, yes," he cried eagerly, "suck it off. That's the way! What a mouth!"

His warm, creamy seed flooded into her mouth. She was trying to keep up with the deluge.

"Yes, yes," he begged, "suck it!"

His steaming spunk continued shooting into Beth 's throat. She gulped, and gagged, and groaned. She was doing her best to swallow Wilbur's load, spurt after spurt.

When he had finished unloading, he pulled his penis out. He still had an erection.

"I just hope you're satisfied now," she told him, sounding irritated.

"Maybe I'm not yet," he told her. "Maybe I still need something more. I'm still hard!" He gave her good eye contact. "How would it be if I fucked you in the ass?"

Wilbur was licking his lips as he peered at her ass cheeks. She had a classic ass, a bit too big, and plump. He almost knew what she was going to say.

"You're not gonna stick your damn dick up my ass. Have you got that straight?"

Wilbur only smiled. He went over to her and pressed his cock against her buttocks as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Stop it!" she protested.

He let his cock slip smoothly between her cheeks. She enjoyed the sensation of his huge dick rubbing against her.

"Wilbur , please let me go," she begged.

"Let me stick it up just this one time!" he pleaded.

When she saw how determined he was, she didn't make a big fuss.

"All right, if you want it so bad," she told him.

Finally he lubricated his shaft with a thick coat of honey.

"Get on the floor, honey, in front of the mirror," he told her. "Put a pillow under your stomach. That's what I want you to do."

Wilbur gripped her ass cheeks, eased his long affair between them and with a forceful stab he sent his slippery cock right into her rectum.

"Fuck," he panted as he thrust forward, "fuck it! That's the way, honey. Fuck back at me!"

With deep, penetrating cock action, he assaulted her spreading asshole.

"Wow!" he panted. "Now you're doing it! That's the way I like it. Fuck it!"

She was getting more and more aroused and the pain was bearable.

"That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Give me some ass action!"

She churned her hips around. He was getting more aroused every moment.

"Beautiful," he told her. "Now, baby, let me really ram it in there!"

With a deep, penetrating cock stab he thrust his penis in all the way. She didn't mind the pain as much. His cock was huge, and she was doing her best to accommodate him.

Wilbur was thinking only of himself. He loved the feeling of her sphincter massaging his rod. He wanted to get every kick that he could out of her beautiful body.

"Fuck it," he told her excitedly. "Fuck!"

Grasping her ass cheeks, he rammed his penis hard up her rectum. As she twisted her behind, he obtained more pleasure.

"Yes," he whispered excitedly, "that's what I like. Now you're doing it, baby! Fuck it. Fuck it off."

With determined cock stabs he continued thrusting. His balls bounced against her ass cheeks as he rammed hard.

"It won't be much longer now," he panted as he pumped. "Oh, baby, twist it for me!"

With rock-hard cock stabs he went on jabbing her. All at once his penis exploded. Hot white cum shot up her asshole.

"Oh, that feels good ... ," he panted as he reached around and gripped her bosoms and squeezed her nipples.

Beth was glad that Wilbur had finally finished fucking her ass. She wondered how much more of this she could take.

He pulled his long, slippery penis out of her asshole and smiled at her as if he had achieved a milestone.

"Did you like it?" he smiled at her.

Beth got to her feet and shook her head.

"You've just given me a sore ass. I'm not gonna let you stick it up there again, damn it."

Wilbur went to bed and went to sleep. But Beth was thinking. All night long she was bothered by what her husband had done to her. She hadn't found the cock sucking so bad, but the ass fucking really got her angry. As a matter of fact, she had discovered that she enjoyed sucking her husband's penis. Maybe she should have done this years earlier.

***

Like most marriages, the honeymoon had worn off, and when Wilbur got near her, she froze up. His approach was crude and she wanted romance. He fucked her with his mind on the stock market and she wanted tenderness. He shot his load in a few minutes and she was not even ready, there was no foreplay, just grunting and it was over.

She was close to forty now, and he had given her a son. She brought him up carefully because she didn't want him running around with slutty women. She named him Kevin. Maybe she should bring him up 'old school', because everyone masturbated. Maybe even the Apostles.

She, of course, loved Kevin, and his dick was massive, even bigger than Wilbur's. She hoped he would care for her as she got older, after she put on a few pounds. But all Kevin saw was his curvy mother, and he sensed the warmth of her body when they sat together watching television. What she prayed for nightly was that Kevin would understand her needs and would give her the care a loving son should give his mother --a good fucking!

She didn't believe a woman should be chained to a husband until 'death do you part'. That was bullshit to her and she had a right to her own body and she wanted Kevin to have it. At night, instead of praying to a plaster statue, she fingered herself to orgasm after orgasm, until her clit was limp. It was a matter of time, she told herself. How long could Kevin resist her heavy breasts, her smooth open thighs and the scent of her arousal? How long?

She decided to wear as little as possible when Kevin was home. Not to be too obvious for she often lectured him on abstinence when she found crusted cum on his bed sheets.

"I found more stuff on your sheets today," she told Kevin almost everyday at the breakfast table. Wilbur didn't hear her because his hearing aid was on the dresser in the bedroom. He used it only when he went out. But if he noticed his wife, she always wore a tank top with her heavy breasts spilling out the top. She would talk to Kevin, giving him eye candy, and even absent mindedly rub her nipples to keep them hard. By the way she looked at him with heavy lids, you could see she was in heat.

She made his bed, and it was a constant reminder of the caked cum she found every day. When he received photos in his mail from the UK, photos of naked woman posing salaciously with their legs apart displaying thick, dark pussy hair, she destroyed them. She knew he used those photos to jerk off to, and by destroying them, she figured he might be more amenable to giving her more attention.

Beth, on reflecting, was amazed at the transition in her sexual growth. She realized, that as a 18-year old college freshman, she knew next to nothing about what pleasures lay ahead for her. Fondly she thought of Gracie and the good times they had diddling each other clit's. They never even broached the topic of ass fucking! But since Wilbur had baptized her rose bud, she found ass fucking to be fun. There was no fear of pregnancy and when she found most of her friends at church preferred ass fucking, she was delighted. How many things could she shove up her ass, and still climax with her pussy?

Beth looked up as the bedroom door opened.

"Aww, Kevin, did you cum in your pants again?" she asked. Kevin was 19 years old, but he still blushed when she kidded him about his wanking habits. He didn't know what to say. Beth delighted in his shyness. Kevin didn't waste time. He was already getting out of his clothes. She reached for his cock, jacking it as she told Kevin to get out of his clothes, too. Her eyes widened as she spied her son's huge dangling cock. Even limp it looked big.

"Come here! Let me clean up the mess."

His mother's fingers gently massaged his cock. Kevin eased up to the bed. She slid to the edge, lying on her stomach. She pressed her face into his crotch, smelling him. She jacked his cock, looking at the wet cum on the cock-knob. Smiling up at him, she licked the cum off. Then she slid her tongue down the underside of his cockshaft and up to the top. Her mouth opened, and she sucked it in.

He looked down and saw the dildo sticking out of her ass. He grabbed it and began working it. Beth spread her legs, bending her knees to raise her feet in the air. Kevin pumped her ass with the fake prick, sending pleasure through her body. She sucked his cock juicily now, twisting and turning her head. She was making a lot of noise with her slurping. Automatically, her other hand stroked her son's prick. She squeezed the loose flesh on the cockshaft, milking it up and down. Then she stopped sucking.

Kevin 's cock was stiff again. He sat on the pillow. Beth crawled between his legs and lay down, her face nestled in his balls. She began smelling and licking them, holding his cock up and softly stroking it. He grabbed the dildo and eased it out of her ass. He spread her ass cheeks, and her asshole was reddened and wet. He knew he'd have no trouble forcing his cock in.

Beth felt her son's huge cock knob touching her asshole. She raised her ass, aching for it. The brown hole quivered for his cock. Her brain was heated, her lips and tongue working expertly on Kevin 's engorged affair. The boy rubbed her hair, leaning back against the headboard and groaning.

"Damn, Mom! Suck it like that!" There was no more shyness. The pleasure his mother gave him made him grow bolder as the seconds ticked by.

"Ohhhh, shit!"

Beth gobbled his prick, clutching and fondling his balls. Her hands roved up and down his taut body, then back to his balls. When he moved around, she was anticipating, anxious for his cock to enter her asshole. He was teasing her with it! He rubbed the slick knob all around the puckered ridge of her anus. He centered it and pushed slightly. The hole stretched open a bit, then he backed off. He stroked his cockhead in and out of his mother's asshole repeatedly. She worked her ass back at him, trying to get him to put it in. He laughed, then lay on her back. As he lay on her, he guided his cock into her asshole.

She gasped. "Oh, God! It's so big! Give it to me! Fuck my ass!"

Kevin groaned, feeling the tight walls of her asshole fitting his cock like a tight rubber glove. He thrust against her until the ring of her slippery rectum wrapped tightly around the thick root of his cock. She pressed back at him as she took his engine deep. She was full now as her rectum had everything but his balls inside it. For a moment, she enjoyed the fullness she felt. She undulated beneath him, squeezing his cock with her powerful sphincter muscles.

His mother moved right with him. She bucked up to meet her son with her hungry hole. She worked with him, grinding against him to try to get his balls inside her ass.

His hands roved in her hair. He caressed the side of her head, tickling her ears and neck. This was better than anything he'd ever imagined. His balls had swollen and he was about to explode. His mother's warm asscheeks rubbed his cock on each stroke. Her asshole was so tight and deep. The hair around her pucker tickled his shaft. He gripped her ass as he lay on her, spreading her asscheeks to hammer into the brown shithole.

He shook all over, sweat dripping onto his mother's body. His legs began shaking. His fingers dug into her asscheeks, making the soft flesh turn white under his grip. He stretched them far apart, fucking hard into the soft asshole between them. Then his toes curled up. Tremors rushed through his body.

"Nnnggghhh! I'm coming! Oh, work your ass, Mom! I want to chew on your ass, Mom! I love your ass!" he cried.

His cock leaped inside her. Powerful convulsions swept its length. He fucked mindlessly into her ass. His cock squirted jet after jet of hot, thick cum up her ass. He ground from side to side, boring her out as he sprayed her insides. She moaned and whimpered too as she fucked him back. As she felt her son's cock throbbing and convulsing, the boy's cum burning her insides, she felt the quivering beginning deep within her own body.

Her butt hole spasmed round her son's cock. Her vaginal muscles worked, squeezing thick grool out of her cunt. It dripped onto the bed as she fucked her son with her asshole. Her body shook with spasms. He jammed his cock deep into the hole and held on to the bucking woman. His cock kept throbbing as it was pinched hard. Cum kept leaking into the open brown hole as his mother rode her climax to the end.

When Beth lay still, he eased his cock out. Her asshole clamped shut on his cock, and he couldn't pull it out. Then she relaxed. As he withdrew it, her shitter clamped closed again. His cock knob popped out of her, trailing a thin, sticky stream of cum.

Suddenly, she lifted her head and rolled over. "Put it in my mouth, Kevin!" Wiping his dick, he quickly got on her face, guiding his cock into her inviting mouth. She grabbed his asscheeks and pulled him deep, then pushed him back. He got the idea. He began fucking, his balls swinging heavily as they dragged her chin. He held her head, undulating in pleasure as he felt himself about to explode.

His cock swelled enormously. She nearly choked on it. It filled her mouth. But he pumped faster, fucking her mouth in a frenzy as he felt his balls drawing up. The boy's cock fucked in and out of her mouth faster, hardly giving her tongue a chance to swirl over it each time it plunged deep. She felt the first spasm and then her mouth was flooded with thick, sticky cum.

"Ahhhhhh!" Kevin shouted.

His cock spasmed powerfully, his cum spurted into her mouth in hot gushes. As he came, she clutched at his balls. She stroked them, milking them, coaxing them to empty out. Spurt after spurt of jizz shot onto her tongue and was smeared all over his limb. She savored it, gobbling and sucking and licking like it would be her last load in this lifetime.

Finally, his grip relaxed in her hair. He stopped moving, leaving his cock deep in her mouth. Beth didn't want him to ever pull it out of her mouth. But he slowly began taking it out. It flopped onto her chin, a splatter of cum hitting her there. Cum trailed from her lips to her chin. She licked it up, pushing the rest into her mouth with a finger. Then she turned to her son. His cock was splattered with cum.

He knew she liked doing that. He lay down beside her. Beth got up and knelt between his legs, pushing her face down to his balls. The wet flesh slipped into her mouth. She sucked it, her tongue sliding all over it. The taste of their juices washed into her mouth as she licked him clean. As she did it, she cupped her cunt mound. She found her clit and began fingering it. She rolled onto her back and pulled her knees back. Pulling her cuntlips apart, she made Kevin look at it. She wanted him to memorize her pussy, the open lips and the gleaming interior. Her pubic hair fringed her labia and made it even more obscene.

"C'mon, Kevin , eat my pussy!"

This was his first time licking pussy, his mother's pussy, any pussy. What were the thoughts that ran through his mind? His mother's cunt, for years hidden from him, but now allowed him to do what he thought about for years. Put your tongue inside and move it around and watch how she reacts. That's how you learn, you watch how she reacts! Watch her breathing. Do her muscles twitch? He hadn't ever done that before, but he wanted to learn about satisfying a woman.

"But you might have to tell me if I'm doing it right," he told her. He wanted to please her.

"Don't worry. It will come naturally. Just lick and suck it! Pull on my lips too! Use your fingers! And especially here on my clit." She used her fingers to show him.

Kevin understood what she wanted, and pushed his face into her cunt. She moved her hips against his face. By the sounds she was making, her breathing, he could tell if she liked what he was doing to her.

Her scent was heavy and this told him how aroused she was. He noticed a trickle of urine, but maybe it wasn't urine, seeping out.

Beth raised her legs higher, pulling her knees up to her chest. His mouth fitted nicely between the swollen labia. He kissed the slick pink flesh, sending chills up Beth 's spine. He inhaled the smell of her cunt juices. The unfamiliar odor was strange. His tongue snaked out tentatively into the gap between her cuntlips. Her juices, a slippery grool, coated his tongue. He swallowed some, licking his lips and he pushed his face hard into her cunt hole, shoving his tongue deep inside. Her labia had opened and he wondered if he should slip his fist inside her. Was he too big, but then would the lips accommodate his hand?

Beth closed her eyes as her son's tongue fucked into her pussy. A slight smile crossed her lips. "Yes, oh God, yes, Kevin! I'm dying! It's lovely ... "

His active tongue licked and jabbed at her pink interior. She felt her insides dissolve, then felt chill after chill ripple through her body. Her nipples were spikes, stiff, and she wanted to tear at them, stretch them as far as the flesh would allow.

"Oh, don't stop. Don't stop!" She was afraid he might stop. She loved what he was doing to her with his soft tongue.

Her hips undulated. His face stayed in position between her legs. She was juicing heavily, and he loved the constant flow of liquid, oily cream, transparent but then not transparent. Maybe some was urine, he thought. He clutched her buttocks against him, enjoying the thick hair against his face, her ass cheeks pliable and plump.

He rubbed her between the legs, going from her wet, swollen asshole to her cuntlips. He used his fingers to stretch her cunt wide open, digging his face into it to get his tongue in deeper. Then he clamped onto her swollen clit and sucked lightly, using his tongue to tease her.

"Jeez!" she shrieked. "Yes ... that's it!" Lick it -- suck it!"

Her head turned from side to side. She mashed her cunt into his face as he lapped and lapped at her love niche. Her clit throbbed and sizzled.

Kevin liked the feel of her tender brown asshole. His fingers slid gently around it, and he began applying pressure. The already stretched and well-fucked hole yielded. His cock throbbed now. He dipped into her asshole with one finger, fucking her with about half of it. Then he slipped another finger into her. Beth ground her ass at his fingers, working her asshole open and shut around them. They plunged in and out. The flush spread through her body. She was almost mindless with pleasure now.

She couldn't control the convulsive movements of her body. Her legs jerked. She slammed her pussy into Kevin 's face. Her cunt spasmed and her asshole pulsed as her sphincter muscles convulsed. When he jammed his thumb up her ass, she ejaculated explosively, a mixture of piss and grool.

She laughed hysterically, and hugged him as hard as she could.

Chapter 2

When Kevin did go out, it was only to go to church. This meant he went to church twice on Sunday and once in the middle of the week. His interaction with girls were those he met at church on Sundays, usually with their families. Housewives knew he was single, and smiled at him, and some were overtly flirting.

He was standing after church, clutching his Bible against his chest. He didn't feel spiritual, only that he was in a holding pattern, waiting for something to happen. He usually went home after church, avoiding small talk with people he barely knew. He felt a softness against his elbow, and turned and saw her standing there very close to him. Her name was Diane, she told him, and she was asking him about a dinner. Her voice sounded far away. She was very attractive, obviously someone's wife, and he had never seen her before.

She was dressed in a church style, a paisley print dress that buttoned up the front, and she wore a scoop neck tank top under the dress. Not that Kevin could see what she wore under the dress, but it clearly outlined her thrusting bosom. She was not wearing stockings because her legs were tanned and smooth.

She invited him to Sunday dinner. With the family, her husband, and a daughter Kevin's age.

At first Kevin wondered if he should get his mother's approval, but then decided to chance it. He was nineteen he told himself, and replied "Sure!" He considered himself an eligible bachelor, not that he was intending to date this lovely lady, but he looked forward to it. It was better than going home and hearing his mother complain about his cum crusted sheets!

He did not have a girl friend because his mother screened every girl he brought home to dinner. Beth screened them by reading their palms, or if his date made a face, revert to Tarot cards. She stared intently at the lines that conveyed the future, and then made her determination: "you will never marry my son!" Usually his date would excuse herself, and rush into the bathroom in tears.

Chapter 3

Diane's lips were full, like a Latina girl, but she wasn't a Latina. The family was Swedish, from somewhere in the Minnesota area. Diane had been active in the church, which gave her something to do until Herb asked her to marry him. Herb was a born-again Christian, who spoke in tongues, and he drank too much which slurred his words and he was abusive when he was drunk. Herb was her husband, much older than she, and she detested him.

"So how's school going?" she asked, trying to draw Kevin into small talk. "You're in college, aren't you? You have nice hands," she observed.

"Thank you, yes. Mother wanted me to take piano lessons ..." And thereby the conversation ended. He didn't want to talk about his mother, because even the thought of his mother would give him an erection. He didn't want to tell Diane that his mother gave him blowjobs, and kept him drained so he wouldn't go off with another woman.

"You'll meet Carole, my daughter." Diane had beautiful teeth and he assumed Carole would have beautiful teeth too.

Why she invited him to Sunday she didn't know. He was standing there, looking lost, and she wanted to have Sunday dinner with someone, except her worthless husband. Someone who was good looking, and who would talk to her. Herb hardly spoke to her. Without his hearing aid, she could have talked to the door knob.

But suddenly Kevin opened up, and wanted to tell her about himself. He spoke about the women he knew well. The women from church. He'd been going to church all his life and knew the women in the choir, the woman who worked in the office, and the women who assisted in making meals for the homeless. He told Diane he could tell a lot about a woman by what she wore, and how she sat, and the women who sat with their legs open were the women he liked best. He especially liked the soloist in the choir because his mother told him she was a slut. The soloist had nice bosoms and when she sang, Kevin would sit there in the pew, his mouth open, like he was sucking on her tit. Moreover, as he told her more about the soloist, Diane could see he was getting an erection.

Diane smiled at what he told her, and it was obvious he was a leg man. Maybe even a thigh man, or an ass man. She knew every man was an ass man, unless he was blind, but then he'd grope his way around a woman, sniffing at her, until he found her ass. No woman could resent a man if he felt her ass in a nice way. He knew women were in a constant state of arousal, and if you talked nicely to a woman, she would bring you a glass of wine, and even undress for you. And if she didn't have wine, maybe a Coke, but she'd undress anyway.

Diane watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, her tongue licking her full red lips seductively. For a moment Kevin was at loss as to what she was doing. Then slowly it dawned on him. She was putting on a show for him. He shifted from one foot to the other, nervous with excitement.

She was sitting there on the sofa. The hem of her dress moved slowly upward until he saw the black-lace panties between the white columns of her full thighs. His temples pounded with passion. Her long red fingernails scraped over her stockings with a whispery rasp. She moved them slowly up over the bare skin of her thighs and then raked the black-lace panties.

He glanced up at her face and found her watching his reaction intently. Her eyes sparkled devilishly and she smiled. His eyes dropped back to her crotch. Her fingers stroked at her pussy through the panties, pushing into the crease between the fleshy lips.

"Let me see your cock!" she demanded in a husky whisper.

As if in a trance, he obeyed, unzipping his fly and reaching in and extracting his swollen cock. It pulsed slowly in the cradle of his fingers, the blunt dark head bobbing.

"Mmmmm! Looks delicious!" she rasped. He reminded himself not to forget his Bible.

Diane's long fingers rubbed deeper into the crevice in the black lace. Her fingers hooked the elastic edge of the crotch and pulled it aside, baring her glistening pussy. Her finger dipped immediately into it, stroking and probing as her eyes remained fixed on his swelling affair.

"Stroke it!" she hissed.

Kevin hesitated, his eyes staring at her fingers in her cunt. He had never jacked off in front of anyone. Especially a woman! He only paused for a second. Her exhibition had his lust stirred up to the point of dropping his inhibitions. His hand began stroking the shaft of his cock, squeezing the head. He heard her gasp softly.

Diane slumped a little, one hand holding the crotch of her panties aside, the other massaging her drooling pussy. Her breathing was harsh and ragged and her mouth drooped. Her hips were jerking slightly with the sensations that her fingers were evoking in her cunt.

Kevin watched her, almost hypnotized by her lewdness. His hand moved faster over the hard shaft of his cock. He squeezed the spongy head with each stroke, sending a wave of pleasure through the throbbing flesh. His blood pounded in his veins and his breath whistled through his parted lips.

Diane was caught up in the fever of her lust. Her body jerked and bounced, her eyes fixed on his stroking hand and his swollen cock. Her fingers tore at the slippery flesh of her pussy. She grunted and gurgled as she worked on her cunt.

"Uhhhh! Uhhhh!" She grunted.

Her dress was bunched around her waist, her legs spread wide apart. She paused a moment, then stripped the black panties off and tossed them aside. Her deep pink inner lips gleamed at Kevin , the shadowy hole within opening and closing slowly. Her fingers stabbed at the oozing orifice, the other hand rolling and stroking the red erect button at the top of her slit.

Suddenly her hand reached for him. "Your cock! Give me your cock!" she demanded.

Kevin stepped to her and attempted to push her on her back. She shrugged him off and grasped his throbbing cock, pulling him closer. Her head bent and her mouth closed over the bulbous head, bathing it in wet heat. Her fingers continued their work on her cunt as she sucked and tongued his cock.

Kevin ground his teeth together against the intense sensations that she was causing with her mouth. His hands grabbed her head, tangling in her hair and pulled her wet mouth farther down over his straining flesh. His hips moved slowly, working his cock in and out of her throat. Her tongue laved the head and stroked the sensitive underside. All traces of inhibition left Kevin and he fucked her clutching mouth with abandon. Animal sounds seeped out around his cock from her throat. He was vaguely aware of the sucking sounds of her mouth and the wet sound of her fingers in her pussy.

The pressure mounted and reached the bursting point. His hips pistoned back and forth, driving his cock into her throat with a frenzy. Her free hand clutched his flexing ass-cheeks, pulling him into her mouth. Kevin raised to his tiptoes and groaned. He rammed his cock into her throat and lost contact with the rest of the world as the thick streams of his sperm burst from him and filled her mouth.

Diane whimpered when she felt the jerk of his cock and then tasted the sharp hot cum. Her pussy convulsed and she began to shudder as she crashed into her climax. With each geyser of his cum, she shuddered again and her cunt convulsed into a more intense climax. Her fingers were drenched with her oozing juices.

The final stream of spunk filled her mouth and slid down her throat, and she mouthed his throbbing cock gently, trying to coax just a few more drops from it. He pushed her head away gently and he stepped back, knees weak and shaking. She licked the few drops that clung to her lips and chin and let her hand slide from between her thighs.

"Delicious!" she whispered.

"Yeah ... I guess ..." he retorted.

She lifted her slippery fingers to his face. "Smell," she said. "That's what sucking you off did for my pussy."

He grasped her wrist and pulled the wet fingers to his mouth and licked the slippery juice from them, savoring the sweet taste. Diane moaned and looked up at him dreamily.

"You had better get out of here before I drag you to bed and say the hell with my dinner!" she ordered, pulling her hand from his mouth and rising, her dress falling to cover her pussy.

"Keep talking like that and I'll be the one dragging," he replied.

Her answer to that was to turn and open the door and step into the hall. Kevin followed her on tiptoe, bumping into her when she stopped at her daughter's door. A motion of her hand directed his eyes into the semi-dark room.

Carole lay on her stomach, her dress rucked above her thighs. Her legs were spread and her ass rose and fell, slowly. Kevin stared for a second before he saw the girl's hands between her legs. A surge of fresh lust boiled up in him. He glanced at the girl's face and thought she was asleep. He licked his dry lips and gazed transfixed as Carole's ass moved faster and her body began to jerk.

The desire that welled up in Kevin 's loins was recognizable as lust, but the sensation was somehow different. He knew that and was sure that it was due to the scene that he was viewing. A hand closed over the bulge of his cock in his slacks and he jumped. He looked down into the leering grin on Diane's face. Her ass was pressed against his cock and her fingers worked between them, massaging the swollen rod of his cock.

The soft squeak of the bed drew his eyes back to the girl's body. He felt his cock jerk in Diane's hand. Before he knew it, his zipper was open and she had pulled his cock out into the open. His eyes shot back to the woman's face, shock and lust mixing in his expression. Her hands pulled up her dress and pushed the head of his throbbing cock down between the globes of her ass cheeks and between her thighs. He felt the hot, wet lips of her pussy slipping over his sensitive skin.

His groan was almost too loud. He trembled and flexed his knees, dropping his body, his hands gripping her waist. Her slim fingers manipulated his swollen knob into the drooling opening of her cunt, her body bending at the waist a little. Suddenly, the head of his cock was inside her boiling hole. He pressed it forward, sinking slowly to the depths of her clutching cunt.

A soft sigh escaped Diane's lips as she wiggled her ass against the front of his slacks, working his cock a little deeper into her. He saw her face turn toward the figure on the bed and his eyes followed hers.

Kevin felt Diane's cunt clench around his cock and fresh warm juice wet his cock. Her body trembled under his hands and she pushed back against his cock, harder, moving her ass from side to side. He gripped her waist tighter and pulled her back. His cock was surging in her molten cunt, his balls beginning to draw up against his body. He bit his lip to keep from moaning and he pulled his cock slowly back until only the nut remained in her cunt. His hips flexed and he rammed his cock back into her.