William Taylor: Three hot mothers

It was hard to believe that it was only three days ago when she'd been snooping around her daughter's room. Normally, she wouldn't have given Amy's baton a second glance, but now there seemed to be something odd about it. One of the rubber bulbs was slightly discolored, while the other was almost snow-white.

Wondering idly why that should be, the curious woman picked it up and examined it. The faint stain seemed to be almost in the rubber. And it certainly wasn't new. Holding it closer to her eyes, Valerie detected a familiar odor. Yes, a whiff of cunt! What in the world was pussy-juice doing on Amy's baton?

Being of a kinky disposition herself, it didn't take the hot-assed mother long to decide that her daughter might be fucking herself with it.

"The little slut…" she muttered, unwilling to overlook such blatant perversion. But the longer she looked at and handled the baton, the more her always itchy and oozy cunt tingled.

"Oh, what the hell!" Valerie sighed, and lacked the door. Quickly stripping, she spread herself on the floor, knees up and parted. The fat, hairy lips surrounding her gaping cunt hung heavy with lust, and her white tits sagged off the sides of her chest. Taking the clean end of her daughter's baton, she inserted it in her cunt hole and groaned with lewd excitement. Rivers of hot cunt-juice ran from under the rubber bulb and coated the brown mouth of her asshole.

"Unghh!" Ramming the metal-shafted wand home, she grunted as her twat collapsed over the comparative emptiness behind the rubber ball. It was a strange feeling, that heavy, distended sensation deep in her seething tunnel, and almost nothing leading to it. She stroked it in and out slowly, her plump ass rolling and hunching so that she could almost hold the baton motionless and let her cunt climb and suck it happily.

"Fuck it! Fuck it!" She chanted mindlessly, her breath coming in harsh gasps as her cunt chomped on the imitation cock.

"Fuck it!"

Those were the first words her son heard when he walked into the house. At first Dave thought that his father was home, and that he'd walked into one of their private moments, but then he realized there was no car in the driveway, and that it was far too early for his dad to be home from work.

Mom's got some stud with her, he whispered to himself, and he felt a sinking in the pit of his stomach. Fearful, yet having to know who it was, he crept quietly through the house until he located the source of the disturbance. Why was his mother fucking in Amy's room?

Kneeling in front of the keyhole, the stunned teenager almost shit his pants when he saw his big-titted mother with Amy's baton a quarter of the way up her hairy cunt. Wow! Those fat, red lips were really snapping at it, too! He could imagine what they'd feel like wrapped around his cock, snapping and sucking like a nursing calf. The idea was so stimulating that he pulled out his prick and began jerking off.

His middle-aged mother's full jugs were shivering on her chest, and she was using her free hand to give those silky boobs a real working over. She rolled and mashed the spongy flesh, changing their shape, and pulled and pinched the angrily throbbing nipples.

Dave beat his fat cock harder and faster, his bulging eyes staring at the sloppy, writhing mess of his mother's baton-stuffed cunt. He could almost make out the spot where her clit hid, beneath the little folds of pink flesh at the top of her sparkling slit. He knew it was supposed to be real sensitive, like a miniature cock, and he wondered why she wasn't rubbing it.

He sure would if he had the chance! The way her cunt was all slick and shiny, it really looked appetizing, and he could understand what some of his friends meant when they said some chick looked like good eatin' stuff. Dave smacked his lips. His mother was sure good eatin' stuff! He'd sock his face right in that wet hole if she gave him the chance. But he was just dreaming. That'd never happen. She had Dad, so what could she want with another guy, let alone her own son?

But he could still dream, and he let his imagination run wild as he pumped his aching meat and watched his hot-assed mother let out a deep throated yowl of passion. He was fascinated by his mother's body-shaking orgasm, and watched wide-eyed as she slowly pulled the big rubber bulb free. Then he gasped, for she'd cupped her palm under that distended red hole and caught a handful of cunt-juice as it flowed around the baton.

What happened next made Dave blow his teenage balls right against the doorframe. His mother lifted that puddle of hot juice right up to her face, sniffed it, and then began licking it! Then she took some and smeared it all over her flopping jugs! Dave grunted and finished his own cum, but before he had a chance to clean it up, Valerie started toward the door.

Beating a hasty retreat, Dave got out of sight just before Amy's bedroom door opened. Valerie looked around, saw nothing, and went back inside to dress and wait for her daughter.

Dave ran back and wiped up the cream dripping down the doorframe. Then he stayed out of sight and waited, wondering if anything more would happen. A few minutes later the front door opened and he heard his sister's footsteps.

When Amy saw her mother waiting for her with her arms folded across her enormous chest, she knew there'd be trouble.

"Where've you been?" Valerie demanded loudly.

"Just walking with Tommy," Amy replied, surprised. "Why?"

"Does he have filthy habits, too? Do you compare cums?"

Amy felt her cheeks grow hot. Her mother never talked that way. Either she knew or suspected about the baton.

"What?" she asked, deciding the safest course was playing dumb. Maybe her mother didn't really know anything.

"You heard me! Does Tommy stick his fingers up your cunt? Or does he stick something else up it!"

Now Amy was really frightened. She'd never heard her mother use such language. She didn't know what was going to happen, but it definitely wasn't going to be a pleasant experience.

"Nobody's ever touched me!" Amy declared, and she was being truthful.

"You touch yourself enough for all your friends!" Valerie snapped. "I saw your baton today, and I smelled what was on it, so don't bother denying it?"

But the girl did deny it, and continued denying it as her outraged mother dragged her to the bed.

"You never had this stuck up your cunt, oh?" Valerie asked, waving the baton under her daughter's nose.

"No!" Amy lied, almost in tears.

"Liar! Get your clothes off! Strip! Now!"

Trembling, wondering if her mother was going to beat her, the pretty girl pulled off the last of her underclothes and stood naked in the center of the room.

"Now get on the bed!"

Sobbing with fear and tremendously embarrassed, Amy kept her legs tightly together.

Valerie reached down and yanked them apart, exposing the reddened, pouting folds of her daughter's cunt. The slightly open little mouth of her pussy pinched shut as Valerie stared at it.

"That thing's bigger than mine, and I've had two kids!" the furious mother yelled, slapping her daughter's face with the flat of her hand.

"Aghh!" Amy twisted onto her stomach as her mother's anger overflowed, and Valerie began spanking the teenager's tender ass with all her strength.

"You little slut! Fucking yourself with a baton!" And Amy screamed again, twisting on the bed in an attempt to escape her mother's assault.

Valerie threw herself on her daughter, trying to grab an arm or a leg to hold her down for her beating. At last the mother's superior weight and strength triumphed, but she knew she had been in a struggle. The neck of her flimsy blouse was torn where Amy had grabbed it, and her skirt was riding low on her full hips.

"Fight me, will you?" she snarled. "I'll give you the baton! I'll give you so Goddam much of it you'll never want to see another baton as long as you live!"