Donna Allen - The voyeur family sucks

"Stop fucking around and take it in your mouth!" he said.

Stifling a sharp retort, thirty-four-year-old Judy Palmer clenched her fists, digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands. After being married to Jack for so many years, she sometimes wondered what it was they ever saw in each other.

Even their sex life had become a drag. Like now. When she was in the mood to read her magazine, he wanted her to go down on him. It seemed he deliberately picked those times when she was absorbed in something else to force himself on her.

She still enjoyed his cock even if she sometimes hated him. But then she liked cocks and always had. Even as a teenager she'd been known as the blow-job queen. She'd nursed on dozens of cocks before she had eloped with Jack.

As she grew older her interest in sex had increased. Even now, she had some beefcake magazines hidden in the bottom of one of her drawers. Sometimes, when she was home alone, she masturbated while she gazed at a picture of some young stud.

It didn't seem fair. Just when a woman became mature and deliciously horny her marriage turned sour. Jack could have helped, but he had become a selfish bastard. She couldn't depend on him for satisfying her, that was for sure.

She knew having teenage kids had an effect on Jack. He sensed his own youth slipping away and it depressed him. She suspected there was more to it. Lucy was turning into a sexy little thing. More than once, she'd seen Jack leering at his daughter's tits and ass.

She didn't fault him for it. The girl was a dish. She was built like Judy, only younger with long legs and big uplifted tits. And she was a tease. Even as a small child she'd been partial to men. As a kid, she'd been a flirt, but now she was almost brazen.

Judy knew damn well her daughter wasn't a virgin. Hell, she didn't expect it. She herself had lost her cherry early and had fooled around plenty before that.

As for Jeff, he'd admitted he wasn't a virgin. She was happy he confided in her, but a little jealous that she was no longer the most important female in his life.

More and more, she found herself staring at his crotch lately. He reminded her of Jack at the same age. Studhammer, they called Jack in high school. Teenage boys were always horny and eager to lick a pussy. Too bad Jack lost his enthusiasm far cunt. When he was Jeff's age he had been a champion cunt lapper.

Sometimes she felt guilty when she wondered what was inside her son's jeans. Mothers weren't supposed to think about their sons that way.

Fuck that, she thought. I'm human too. I was human before I was a mother.

She knew damn well that Jack had other women. He didn't even try to bide it. She didn't cheat, but her faithfulness was more a result of laziness. She was beginning to think about it more and more. Why the hell not? She wasn't getting much satisfaction from Jack.

She remembered what a good lover Jack had been in the old days. When they were newlyweds he had fucked her constantly. He walked around with a hard-on and an unlimited supply of jizz. He stuck it into all her holes and she couldn't get enough of it.

Now, as they sat in bed, he brought his cock out of his pajamas and waited for her to blow him. Even though she was angry at him, her pussy responded when she touched him. She fluttered her fingers over his limp cock shaft and squeezed. He had a big cockhead, and his – thank God – cock was thick. She never cared much about the length of a prick. She liked them thick.

She knew he was becoming impatient when he took hold of her neck and shoved her head down. "Suck it!" he snarled.

She had no choice but to take his cockhead into her mouth and suck.

"Asshole!" she muttered through his fuck-meat.

"Just shut up and suck," he said, loosening his hold on her neck. "Try and do a good job, huh?"

She inhaled deeply. The bastard. He was always telling her she'd lost her touch. Who wouldn't! He treated her like a maid and a whore. Who wouldn't resent it?

She felt herself respond as she fondled his balls and took more of his cock shaft into her mouth. She squeezed his nuts just a little too hard. It was a hostile act and she knew it. He winced and yanked on her hair.

"Take it easy," he said.

She sucked his cockhead hungrily. Juice leaked out of his pisshole and his knob felt like a giant mushroom in her mouth. Despite everything she dearly loved sucking his prick. At moments like this she remembered that despite everything she still loved Jack, in her own way.

Love and hate are closely related, she told herself. And nowhere is that more evident than in marriage.

As she nursed on his prick and caressed his balls, Jack played with her tits. She was wearing an old flannel nightgown and he didn't bother sticking his hand inside. He squeezed her big melons through the thick fabric. When he became tired of that, he pulled her nightgown up and she wiggled her ass until her tits bounced free.

He nonchalantly pulled on her nipples. Sometimes she felt like a cow being milked. Still, it felt good.

She widened the spread of her legs when he moved a hand over her ass. She was sorry now she'd worn the old nightgown to bed. It was bunched up under her armpits and just got in the way of her enjoyment.

He touched her cunt and discovered how wet she was. She twisted around, still sucking his prick, and opened herself to his exploring hand. He was a hostile bastard, but he still knew how to turn her on when he was in the mood.

"Don't stop rubbing my cunt," she said, her voice muffled by his prick.

"Don't tell me what to do," he said, but he rubbed one fingertip back and forth over her joy-button.

She spit his cock out and trembled. "Let go a minute so I can take my nightgown off."

He clamped his hand over hers and shoved her head back down. "Keep sucking," he said. "Everything'll be okay."

Damn you! she thought as she pumped his cock shaft and tongued his knob. To vent her anger she closed her lips around his cockhead and sucked hard. He enjoyed it, and she released some of her tension.

She was in the mood to be fucked. At the rate they were going he would come in her mouth and turn over and go to sleep. He wasn't interested in her needs. He knew she wanted to fuck. She enjoyed blowing him, but she liked to wind up fucking. The selfish bastard deliberately dumped in her mouth most of the time. Damn him anyway!

Well, at least he was fingering her. Sometimes she came that way. She needed a lot of pressure on her clit and he was giving it to her. A few more minutes of manipulation and she'd come. But it wasn't the same as getting laid.

There was one way to avoid it. She spit his cock out and tolled onto her side. Before he could stop her she pulled her nightgown over her head and flung it onto the floor.

"Let's fuck," she said, hefting one of her big milkers in her hand.

"No, but I'll suck you," he said, stretching out on his back. "Climb on board and I'll bring you off."

Ordinarily she would have welcomed it. But she wanted to fuck. The perverse bastard. He was so damn power hungry.

Still, it was better than going to sleep horny. She climbed on top of him in the sixty-nine position. Her cunt hovered over his face. He almost always wanted to sixty-nine. He seldom went down on her when she didn't simultaneously return the favor.

Now he gripped her asscheeks and pulled her back until she was almost sitting on his face. He rubbed his nose around her cunt and she wiggled her ass. She deliberately covered his face with her cunt juice. One thing about him, he didn't mind digging in. He had no compunction about sticking his nose into her pussy.

Now he vibrated his tongue-tip on her erected clit and she responded instinctively by sliding her lips to the base of his prick.