Chuck Selwyn - Sleep-In For Daddy

Lifting to tiptoe and trying to get more shaft into her adorable vagina, Jerry stroked as best he could, and his mom bent her knees so that she could take all she could. Her belly moved across his, then away as she leaned back and braced her shoulders against the wall of the shower. Her full breasts stood up proudly, their tips arrogantly pink, the globes jiggling as she worked her crotch hungrily and maneuvered her experienced pussy around his thrusting pole.

Angela gasped as the thick rod slid back and forth within the squeezing of her cunt walls. «Oh baby — you can drive any woman crazy with all that hard, young prick. So big and strong — ooh, darling; stroke it deep into your mommy's hot pussy — feed it to me, baby — fuck me long and strong.»

Hand on her uptilted hips, Jerry pumped his club into her writhing body, grinding his pelvis into hers when somehow he managed to force his cockhead all the way in. He looked down to watch the greasy shaft sliding between his mom's inflamed labia. She rolled on every stroke, hunched and churned her well-trained snatch around his searching staff, gasping and moaning as the thick stem of it pressed over her clit.

Ass heaving, her tits jumping, Angela stepped up the pace, and Jerry slammed his cook into his mom's hole with new fervor, luxuriating in every penetrating thrust, loving the feel of her impaled upon his powerful cockhead. His balls flopped up to kiss her spread inner thighs, and he could hear the sucking, wet noises of good, solid fucking.

«I–I'm going to explode!» his mother hissed. «Oh lord, oh lord, my cunt is tearing itself apart — so much prick in it — my clit — my clitoris is jumping around and — and — oohh!»

Angela's vaginal walls convulsed around his surging cock, and Jerry strained to bury the shaft yet deeper into the gulping, shuddering snatch, raking the ridged bulb into those constricting velvet ripples so hot and so slippery. His fingers dug into her hips and lunged, then speared her again, his balls jerking as the compression within them was suddenly released.

«Here, mom!» he panted. «Here it is, darling — take my come up inside your sweet cunt, mommy — ahh! I'm shooting off in you, and my stuff is bubbling, all thick and creamy — it's filling your beautiful cunt, mother — uh — uh — uh!»

They shook violently together, their crotches swivelling, her cunt squeezing and letting go, his balls swinging as the sizzling juices continued to pump up from them to spit from the buried head of his flexing prick. Angela's body arched as she took the thick fluids into her vibrant sheath, and she clenched her teeth in the throes of an orgasm so tremendous as to be a sweet pain, an exquisite torture that stunned the mind as well as ravaged every part of her body.

It was as mighty for Jerry, the terrific release of his love and lust, the firing of his personal liquids into his mother's cunt, where they again bathed the seething furnace of her sex with pure adoration. His head swam and his legs wobbled from the fierce tendemess of their fucking, and he realized that she must also be weakening. Regretfully, he slipped his yet hard cock from the honeyed grip of her pulsing gash, and helped her to stand erect. Holding to her elbow, Jerry slid back the glass shower doors and guided her from the tub.

Feeling protective, he caught up a fluffy towel and dried her damp body, lingering with love over the lush curves, dipping with ever new awe into the mysterious valleys of that glorious body. Her deep blue eyes were glazed, but Angela seemed to be recovering and shook her head, the wet tresses of her golden hair falling about the pristine whiteness of her shoulders.

«Th — that was something else, Jerry,» she murmured. «I've been fucked in the shower before, but Mack and I never made it as wild as that. I was coming apart at the seams, dissolving. Oh, it's just impossible, but it seems that every time you screw me, the orgasms get better and better.»

He toweled his own body, acutely aware of her vulnerability, her helplessness before him. «I'm glad you dig my fucking, mom. I didn't know if I could really satisfy you, even if I ever got the chance. I mean, I never screwed anybody else, and you have so much experience. Of course, I thought that was only with dad, before I knew you were fucking other guys, too.»

She touched his cheek and looked down at his prick. «That gorgeous chunk of man meat is still ready to go,» she said in quiet awe. «I always believed that a healthy, sexy woman could screw any man down, but now I'm not all that certain. You're a super stud, Jerry, and I'm glad you're mine.»

It was his turn to play the parent, and hers to be the child; he led her gently to the bed and eased his mother down upon it. His eyes roamed the sensual perfection of her alluring body, and knew that it was all his just now, that he could do anything to her — run his cockhead into her armpits and rub it over her face or into her hair, slide his prick between the cheeks of her ass or under her knees; he could straddle her belly and squeeze those fabulous breasts together, then force his cock between them and titty-fuck her; he could do any freaky thing he damned well pleased.

But he said, «Are you too tired, mom? I want to love you all night long, go back and do all the things we did before. I want to lick into your hot pussy and make you come with my mouth, and I need to shove my cock back into your throat. All that, and more — but if you're feeling beat, I'll just lie here beside you and hold you close; that's almost as good as really fucking, just to be able to hold my beautiful mother naked against me.»

That hot, slidy look came back into her eyes, and she said, «I don't think I'll ever be too tired, baby. My cunt is still wet with my son's semen, and I'm still fascinated by the size of your adorable big prick. We'll fuck, baby — I promise you that; I intend to keep fucking you until I'm too weak to move, and that'll be a long time yet, believe me.»

Angela always made good on her promises, Jerry thought, pressing the length of his stiff cock against her satiny belly and fondling the ripe melons of her breasts. When he had been only a little kid, his mother would promise to take him to the zoo, or to a movie, and she would always follow up. And the same went for an ass-paddling; if she told him he was going to get his butt whipped for something, he could depend upon sore cheeks. Now she was promising him they would screw until they both ran out of gas, and he pulled one of those long, lithe legs over his body, anxious to get his greedy prick back into the enchanted gloving of her provocative cunt.

They fucked. After he shot his first wad of semen, he stroked his mom's pussy long and lovingly, twisting the cockhead deep, using newly learned movements to further arouse her clit. He screwed her gently, holding back so that she might hit several orgasms, making her come time and again in just that position, before rolling her over onto her back.

He could really stick it deep that way, and bumped her spongy cervix with every spearing of his knob. She squirmed beneath his strokes, wrapping her legs tightly around him and grunting with the building fury of her lust, hammering her hairy wet crotch into his pelvis and making his balls slap damply into the uplifted, spiraling, crack of her ass. It was good, heavy, fucking, a steady pounding of hard flesh into softly receptive flesh, a meshing of eagerly straining bodies adapting to each other's most secret needs, a blending of passion and love and raw, sometimes savage sex. It was damned good for them both, and they went at it for a long time, changing positions often, experimenting, groaning, panting.

Jerry came twice more before he was satisfied, before he turned drowsy and sated and fell asleep with his prick still locked inside his mother's voluptuous pussy.