Ron Taylor: X-rated mother

Meanwhile Bob was wandering around the building in search of the phones he was supposed to repair. He knocked on a door and it was opened by a middle-sized girl with long brown hair and a big towel wrapped around her body.

"Oohh," she said breathlessly, pushing back her hair, "my phone's been out of order for a week! I thought you'd never come!" She took him by the hand and led him into her apartment. "It's in the bedroom," she went on. "Just come on in, and don't mind us."

On the bed lay a naked man, his hard-on sticking out boldly. Beside him, on a stand, was the telephone. "Go ahead and fix it," said the girl, letting her towel drop. She climbed onto the bed naked and began to suck the nude man's cock in big greedy slurps. As she sucked, she maneuvered her lower body so that her cuntal region came to rest on his face. He grabbed her by the thighs and buried his head between her legs, and they were into a hot 69 while the repairman worked on the telephone receiver.

The girl was cute but her technique was sloppy, and she made sounds like a pig while she sucked her lover. There were close-ups of her mouth at work, and close-ups of his tongue rimming her pussy. She had a large gash, with fat, protruding lips, and the man nudged them with his tongue, bubbles of spit spilling from his mouth as he licked and sucked her.

Bob stood up, the front of his pants thrust out. "Excuse me," he told the pair, "but I have a hard-on."

The girl looked up. "That's very unusual," she said between licks. "It only happens to men."

"You don't understand," Bob told her. "Last night I was afraid I might never be able to get it up again. I'd kinda like to try it out and see if it's really working."

"Oh, sure," said the girl. "Slide over, will ya?" she told her friend, and in a twinkling Bob was naked and on the bed with them. He had a good body, Stacy determined, though it was hairier than she liked. But he was broad-shouldered and muscular – especially his love muscle! Red and stiff, sticking out of his dark pubic muff, it must have been eight or nine inches long. The tip was dark as a grape and much, much bigger. Stacy felt her saliva flowing at the sight of it, and she pinched Don's cock to let him know. His instrument got hard beneath her fingertips and she smiled a knowing smile. Quickly she unzipped her boyfriend and dragged his prick into the open, just as Bob spread the girl and aimed his rod at her gash.

Stacy toyed with Don's cock as the three actors worked themselves into a threesome. The girl was sucking the first man while Bob reamed her pussy with his dick, and the bed shook from their combined activity.

"That's a lot better," Don whispered to Stacy as his penis grew harder in her fingers. "I have a hell of a time getting it up when they play for comedy."

But the movie had forgotten its comic theme as the fuck scene grew more passionate. All three of them were into it now, the girl taking it from both ends and the men giving it to her. She sucked the one cock in big hearty swallows, taking it nearly to her throat, handling the balls as she gobbled, and her hips twitched every time Bob rammed her to the hilt.

Stacy bent over and planted a kiss on the tip of her guy's peter. Don's cock seemed to jump right into her mouth, once she'd kissed it, and Stacy took him happily. She began to suck the head while her tongue danced and darted inside her mouth, anointing and tickling him lasciviously. He stroked her hair in approval.

Swallowing a cock hurt Stacy's throat. She had seen Linda Lovelace in action, and she'd tried deep-throating, but she didn't care for the technique at all. What she liked was to nurse the big apple knob and use her hands and fingers on the stalk, allowing a deeper penetration now and then but concentrating on the glans, which was the most sensitive part of a cock, after all. No one had complained yet.

As she sucked him she listened to the movie, but it was difficult to shift her eyes toward the screen. She missed the scene where Bob and the other man did almost simultaneous cum shots onto the girl they'd shared, Bob spraying her belly with his semen while the girl let the other cock fountain its juices across her face and into her open mouth. Stacy knew something exciting must be happening, though, since Don's penis thrust itself at her two or three times in quick, eager succession, as if he were on the verge of a cum shot of his own.

Dialogue sounded on the screen again, and Don's thrusting subsided. Stacy felt him relax where she held him, and she started in once more on her slow suck tactic, cradling him in the wet juiciness of her mouth, a hand slipping inside his pants to tickle his scrotum.

Stacy sucked easily and pleasantly. She reckoned that the movie was about half over. If she kept up at this rate she could bring Don to a good orgasm by the end of it, one that would satisfy him for a while, at least. And the spurt of his cum into her mouth, the jerking of his penis in the grip of her jaws, would make her ready for their arrival at his apartment, when she would take him by the cock, suck him hard once more, slip him into her cunt, and fuck him silly.

From the screen she heard a strong female voice, rather low-toned. "Are you the phone repairman?" Something about the voice. What was it? Stacy thought as she sucked.

"Come in," said the woman. "I need my phone and I don't see why I have to wait so long to get it fixed."

Stacy looked up, letting Don's dick slide free. All she saw was the back of a woman, her hair up in curlers, a housecoat covering her body, and Bob the repairman over her shoulder. The woman stepped back, still not turning, and Bob came into fuller view. His cock was hard in his pants, thrusting them out. Apparently his impotence problem was no longer a problem. But the woman. What was there about her voice?

"My God," said the woman. "Is that an erection? Have you got a hard-on?"

Bob nodded happily, and the woman came toward him. Stacy saw her face now, and her eyes opened wide. She leaned forward, forgetting all about Don's erection, and she stared at the screen.

The woman dropped to her knees before Bob. She was a mature woman, in her late thirties or early forties, with brown hair, and lustrous brown eyes. The color wasn't the best in the world, but it was easy to see that she was a striking woman indeed. She unzipped Bob's pants, struggled to get his cock out, and then decided that she'd best undo the belt and let the pants fall. He had no underwear and his cock swung out as soon as his pants dropped.

She took him in both hands and rubbed him on her face. "It's beautiful," she said, his pecker gliding across her lips. She kissed him on the knobby point, her lips making an audible smack. "I've been a widow for two years," she told the young man, "and every night I've gone to sleep dreaming about a big hard cock just like this one. May I borrow it for just a little while?"

Stacy shook her head in disbelief. Shea just wasn't ready for this. But she watched as the woman got to her feet, undid the curlers and let her brown hair fall to her shoulders, then opened the front of her housecoat. She was totally nude underneath, small, firm breasts set high despite her age, a slim waist, a long torso, good, shapely legs. The housecoat fluttered to the floor and she led the repairman to her couch.

"On your knees," she told him. "First I want you to lick my puss. I want you to kiss it, and lick it, and suck it. Fuck me with your tongue and fingers before you fuck me with your big, beautiful prick." There was a commanding tone to her voice. She didn't have the nasal New York and Jersey accents the other girls in the movie had had. Hers was a cultivated voice, dripping with the promise of sensuality.

Bob knelt at once, removing his shirt, as he began to eat her out. The camera came in for close-ups from two or three different angles, interspersed with reaction shots of the woman. Her face was wrapped in delight. Watching her, it was possible to believe her. The intensity of her face matched the intensity of her voice. It was like peeking through a window and watching someone get it on, Stacy thought. Her hand was still on Don's rod, and she squeezed it forcefully without thinking. He groaned and touched her hand with his own. She jerked as if she'd just been flogged, and she turned to look at him, but she didn't really see his face. Stacy heard him say something but she shushed him and looked back at the screen.