Mark Jacobs - Sucker for mom

He tensed his hard buttocks and lunged back into her again, fucking her ass with ever-increasing force. There was nothing he could do to control himself. He was wild inside, on fire with lust, and he knew that Wendy burned with the same raging fire.

Terry groaned as he felt Wendy's tight ass gripping the impaled shaft of his bulging cock, grasping his meaty shaft. His cock made wet slurping and sucking sounds as it pounded in and out of her tight asshole. The electric dildo hummed at a higher and higher pitch.

Wendy could hardly stand the pain of her lover's impaled prick, but she endured it for the sake of the hot lust she loved. She felt as if her entire body had been suddenly filled with hot throbbing cock. Her insides felt stretched and tight. Her cunt seemed to melt as the electric cock hummed away between her shaking young legs. It was almost like being fucked by two men at once, something even Wendy had never tried, and the excitement of the new experience was too much for her.

"I'm about to come, Terry! Shoot me full of sperm! Shoot it into me! Hurry! Come in my ass!" Wendy cried. "You're so hard and big in my ass! I love it! Oh Terry! Terry! You're the best boy friend a girl ever had!"

"Yeah, babe! I'm comin' too! What a cunt! What an asshole! You're too much! Your ass is so fuckin' tight on my dick! I'm comin'! You're gonna feel this for a week!" Terry gasped as his balls tensed suddenly.

Terry's cock suddenly swelled to even greater proportions as his nuts exploded. His body lurched forward involuntarily, burying his hard-on deeper than ever into Wendy's sweet ass. His balls seemed to blow up between his legs, blasting their heavy supply of cum through the shaft of his cock and into the hot channel of his girl friend's ass. He felt her moving her ass against his hard belly, grinding his cock into her insides wildly.

"Terry! Terry! I… I'm… I'm coming! Coming… COMING!" Wendy cried as her sweet little pussy flashed.

"Do it, baby! Do it! Flash off! Oh shit! This is too much! This is great! Comin' in my mom's bed! Oh crap! I can't believe it, baby! Take it up that ass! Take my fuckin' wad!"

Wendy felt her lover's heavy load blasting inside her ass, felt it searing into her like molten lead, spraying against her insides, filling her with his hot sperm. She buried the humming plastic dick deep inside her pussy, holding it there tightly as her cunt tingled and flashed with lust. She felt rivers of cum running inside her rectum, washing away the tension their hot fucking had built up. It was beautiful.

When the horny fuckers had finished their wild climaxing, they fell together on the satiny bed and rested in each other's arms, breathing softly and whispering little nothings.

Later, as they slowly regained control of themselves, the fact that they were lying naked in Terry's mother's bedroom began to bother both of them. It was so nasty, so depraved, so daring, that they had to leave the room eventually, afraid that they might be discovered there. They dressed silently.

Terry walked Wendy home in the full light of the moon. Not a word was said about Sheila.

While Wendy and Terry were writhing in the throes of their wild orgasms, Sheila was walking the streets, not knowing what to do with herself. She had more or less promised the two young lovers that she would leave them alone for the night. She wondered how long they would take fucking each other, wondered how untiring their passion was. She couldn't take the risk of going home early and interrupting them at their lovemaking. That would be horribly embarrassing for them and horribly tempting for her. For by now, Sheila's pussy positively blazed for her young son.

Sheila had taken in a late movie, although she hadn't paid a bit of attention to it. Her mind had been filled with visions of her son and the wild things he was doing to Wendy while she sat there in the lonely theater wishing she had his prick between her legs.

She had left the theater before the movie had ended and had set herself adrift in the city.

Everywhere around her were young lovers, holding hands, kissing in the shadows. She heard girls giggling occasionally, heard laughter drifting down from bedroom windows, and the laughter made her feel terribly sad. If only she could let herself go! If only she were not haunted by images of Terry and the lust she felt for him!

Sheila walked for what seemed like hours. She might have walked even longer if the flash of a movie marquee hadn't shocked her into consciousness. She was grateful for the flashing lights, grateful that they had shaken her out of her sleepwalking trance.

Sheila had somehow wandered into the red-light section of town, a section typified by dives, strip shows, dirty movies and the like. She had never been anywhere near such things before, although it wasn't the sexual nature of the entertainment that had kept her away.

In the past she had been afraid of venturing into such places by herself. It was dangerous after all for an unescorted woman to wander into such places, especially a woman as beautiful as herself. But tonight she was too upset and confused to worry about such things as her personal safety, and she was too sexually excited to resist the temptation that was all about her.

Taking a deep breath and summoning up her courage, Sheila entered a small theater advertising adult films. She found the place more than a bit sleazy, although she had to admit that there was something strangely exciting about the atmosphere of the place. The air was full of cigar and cigarette smoke.

She soon realized to her embarrassment that she was the only woman in the audience. Nervously she found the only empty seat in the place and stumbled to the center of the crowded aisle. She sat down, holding her breath and trying desperately to forget that she was the object of everyone's attention.

Sheila stared at the screen and hoped her growing excitement was not too noticeable. The sucking and fucking on the screen was already fast and furious. She felt her responsive cunt warming as she watched the characters indulging in all sorts of wild sexual activities.

After a few minutes of watching the characters fucking and sucking on the screen, Sheila could feel her cunt getting moist between her tightly closed legs. She could hardly tear her eyes away from the young stud on the screen, could hardly tear her eyes away from his huge cock and hairy nuts, could hardly tear her eyes away from the juncture of his cock and his young sex-partner's delicious-looking twat.

The stud on the screen reminded her of Terry, reminded her of the young son she had entered the theater to forget.

The young stud had a boyish grin like Terry's and a huge cock that swelled with masculine power just as Terry's always did when he fucked Wendy. He even seemed to move with Terry's carefully controlled athletic grace. The more she watched the young fucker fucking the beautiful dark-haired young girl, the more Sheila tingled between her legs, the more her cunt oozed, the more her clit burned, the more her cunt-muscles twitched.

Sheila couldn't help herself. She felt her hips gyrating almost imperceptibly, felt her ass moving against the hard seat. She had been hot and horny for far too long, had done without a cock for too many years, had longed for her young son far too long.

She felt as if all her pent-up lusts were about to be unleashed, felt as if the slightest spark could kindle a fire of passion that could consume her. If only she hadn't entered the theater! If only she had controlled herself and had walked back to her car! But it was too late now, and she knew that she had to suffer the consequences of her lust, no matter how embarrassing.

Sheila pressed her legs together tightly, as if she could quiet her twat by clamping her legs over her pussy. But it was impossible to stop her pussy from having its way now.