Jackson Robard - The cub-scout mother

It was really amazing, she thought as she played with the young boy's cock. There was simply no guilt left within her; she had not felt any remorse, any shame, since she had lost her virginity at twelve, in the back seat of a car. She had realized her total emancipation immediately afterward, had fully realized it then through subsequent experiences as often as she could give Aunt Dee and Uncle Alf the slip. It was as if the farm boys had purged her of all inhibitions, all guilt, purged her forever; it was as if she had been reborn, was a new and different creature from then on. She was a hedonist, a lover of pleasure, of the hardened male member, of sex in any form; there was nothing ugly or sinful or wrong in that, was there? No, of course not! How could there be anything wrong, with wonder and bliss and total ecstasy?

Suddenly, his hips jerked forward, and she could feel it slither up the full length of her mouth, depressing her tongue and filling her cheeks completely with its thickly pulsing hardness. Holding her face tightly between his palms, he began to fuck into her mouth brutally, causing her to choke and gag as he slammed it halfway down the narrow passage of her throat, almost its full length disappearing between her lipsticked lips. Struggling for breath, she gasped for air on the outstroke.

"Ooooooooh shit, suck it now, baby, suck it!" Wanda heard him groan above her. His words aroused her even more and she sucked hungrily as the spongy stiff shaft buried itself deep into the moist warm cavern of her mouth.

Tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeped from the narrow opening of the gland at the end, and the sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare out in excitement. She closed her eyes to keep from choking as the great fleshy young cock plunged in and out of her oval-shaped lips. She sucked at the hotly pounding sex organ, aware of nothing in the world but this massive steely rod ramming down into her throat.

"Tighten your lips and suck it harder, baby," he hissed from above her, his voice husky and breathless with passion. As he spoke, Gary's hands pulled her head down harder on it, gagging Wanda as the throbbing cock-head hammered into the back of her mouth. As he watched his cock sliding in and out of the girl's lips, he felt as though he were finally getting vengeance for the years he had lived feeling like a second-class human in the company of the cocky guys at school. Now it was his turn to retaliate by fucking savagely into the mouth of this luscious, haughty bitch who had come into his house and seduced his father. He would take his full measure of revenge by satisfying his own prolonged lust. Trying to imagine spewing his hot load into that proud little mouth, he could feel a fiery lurching deep in his balls. He could not wait to see her struggling to swallow his hot, boiling sperm as he shot it deep into her throat.

The long column that filled Wanda's mouth began to swell, and she tried to increase the moist suctioning around it as the hard bulbous head rammed into her throat, expanding with each brutal thrust. She turned her eyes up to him in a silent plea, hoping the expression on her face would induce him to be less cruel as he battered into her face with rapid, savage lunges. But as he stared back down at her with a lewd, evil grin, she realized for the first time that he was punishing her, using her like a helpless puppet, a mere object on which to vent his lust. All that mattered though was the great shaft of flesh that pummeled faster and faster into her mouth. Saliva dribbled down from the corner of her lips, coating her chin and lower face.

The lust-crazed youth was watching her, his face contorted with animal passion. Holding the sides of her head in a vise-like grip, he forced her lips downward, even closer to the base of his cock, pushing the soft, tanned skin of her face into his sweat-soaked pubic hair. A thundering roar beat through his brain and he knew he could hold back no longer – it had to be soon now.

Pressing his fingers into her cheeks to make the warm moist cavern of her mouth even tighter, he crammed his pulsing distended shaft deep into her face and lunged his hips forward. His massive instrument throbbed and expanded in the channel between the softness of her tongue and the firm, slippery roof of her mouth as he speared into her with long, powerful strokes until it felt as though a thousand volts of electricity were shooting through his body.

He'd shoot his load of boiling cum deep into her throat and into her belly, and she'd be begging him for more…

Wanda slaved below, her body glistening with pustules of lust-sweat. The pressure grew and grew in Gary's balls, and he shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble, not heeding it in his desire for the final release of the maddening build up of semen in his scrotum.

And then…

And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his plunging cock. He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in agony. His cock began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning Wanda's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush of burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she was forced to swallow wildly to keep from choking. She was mewling and crooning and tickling his balls with the tips of her fingernails.

"Keep… sucking!" Gary cried. "Keep sucking, keep suckingggg!" His hands were working spasmodically in her hair now, ramming her head down harder on his burgeoning cock, burying it deep in her throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as his young aunt crazily sucked at the wildly jetting juices of his lust, he emptied the final drops of his sperm into her mouth.

Wanda continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking every last drop of his load, until the satiated penis began to gradually deflate in her mouth. Gary flung himself on the bed in exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment emitting from his lips. Wanda lay for a long moment between his outstretched legs, her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at 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 tongue hungrily as she thrust it into his mouth, even though droplets of his white sticky cum were drooling down in thin rivulets from the corners of her glistening lips.

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

"Oh Jesus!" he panted.

She kissed him again, and then said, "Now," smiling down at him with her eyes sparkling hotly, "you may return the favor of my sucking you by fucking my pussy. Sound good?"

"Sounds Goddamned good!" He noted that his voice sounded deeper all of a sudden, assured and masculine and powerful. Shit! He felt powerful!

The television was on in the darkened living room and Bette Jean lifted her eyes occasionally to stare at the brightly colored pictures and the characters moving through a contrived drama. The sound was all the way down so her headache wouldn't be aggravated. She didn't think she could stand one other thing tonight.

She shifted her feet on the big ottoman and sank still lower in the big chair, adjusting the jersey robe automatically. Even her skin seemed sensitive tonight and the contact of the thin nylon was even uncomfortable against her skin. Dr. Madson insisted it was nerves. She'd done what he told her… separate bedrooms, trying to take it easy, getting out more, taking her pills, but nothing helped. Nerves, of course, entered into it. Ever since Wanda had moved in, the symptoms had increased.

Thank God Lester had a meeting tonight and Wanda had gone to the movies. She couldn't stand another evening of Lester's grumpiness and Wanda's sassy ways. Why had she ever taken her in at all? From the first she'd had a premonition it wouldn't work out. She tried to close her eyes and relax but the problems kept spinning around inside her head.