Heather Brown - Wild housewife

"You're kidding?" I gasped in genuine surprise. "And what do you have on, jockey shorts?"

"No," she shook her head. "A jock strap."

I was momentarily speechless. I just stared at my daughter in wonderment. I'd had no idea her unconscious was so complex.

"Once our roles are reversed, we go after each other," Susan resumed. "Only now you're the one moaning that you can't wait to get your hands on my cock, and I'm telling you all the things I'm going to do to your pussy-just the opposite of the way it was before."

What Susan had revealed so far had undeniably shaken me. She could tell because I stopped rubbing her pregnant belly, completely distracted by her weird tale.

"Keep rubbing, Mom, or I can't go on," Susan told me. "This story is as strange to me as it is to you, and I'm the one who dreamed it."

When my hand resumed its circular pattern, its radius was much wider than before. Now I was gently stroking the abdominal base of my daughter's pregnant belly, brushing against her pussy at the bottom, and her breasts at the top. Apparently it made her feel much better because she was able to continue with her kinky tale.

"We finally strip away the second layer of clothes," Susan picked up the dream.

"We're naked?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Who's what?"

"Now it really gets eerie," she sighed. "We're both each-or, I guess you could say, we're each both."

"Oh my God!" I figured it out. "You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not," she assured me. "We've both got a cock and a pussy between our legs. In other words, we can fuck and be fucked."

"And we do it," I concluded.

"Yes. Violently. The harder we grind away with our hard-ons, the more deeply we feel it inside. It's an incredible sensation. And we can't stop fucking until each of us has come several times-as women, and as men. Pussy juice and cum all over the place."

"I can dig it." My stroking hand stopped at the top of her crotch and fingered her clit. "I can just see myself squirting a hard dick inside your tight pussy. Fucking my little girl."

"While she fucks her mother," Susan reminded me.

"Tell me, which one of us do you think has the biggest prick?"

"I do, I guess. After all, I'm older."

"Well," Susan chuckled warmly, making her clit stiff against my fingertips, "my pussy's the tightest."

"I know, dear, I know," I sighed. "Right now you've got me thinking about that damn dream so much, I wish I really did have a dick between my legs so I could fuck you good and proper with it."

"Go get yourself one of them, Mom," Susan said with hesitation.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I coyly lied, closing my fingers and squeezing my daughter's snatch. The thrill went all the way to her uterus.

"Mother," Susan said with mock impatience, "you know very well there's some Polish sausage in the fridge. Go get it before I come all by myself just from thinking about it."

There was no point in beating around the bush any further. We both knew that we both wanted it-so we might as well get down to the exciting business of really fucking each other with something big, and long, and juicy. Polish sausage would do just fine.

Getting the phallic substitute from the refrigerator, I was immediately seized by the desire to cram my end of it up my twat without delay. By the time I returned to the bedroom, the free end of the sausage was hanging from my crotch like a semi-erect cock. Catching a reflection of myself in the mirror, I was pleased that I actually looked like someone who could fuck.

"Oh, Mom," Susan squealed with delight, "I love your big, thick cock! Come over here and fuck my pregnant pussy with it!"

Advancing on her just like a man stripped for action, I centered the meat between my legs on a direct line to my daughter's spread-eagled snatch. Then, by violently constricting my pussy muscles around the enclosed end of the sausage, I found I was able to make the free end stiffen in the air.

Yes, I had an erection!

"Oh Mom, you've got a hard-on! An honest-to-God hard-on!" Susan babbled deliriously.

"You better believe it," I responded just like a macho stud who knocked off a different piece of ass every night. "And I'm going to fuck your tight, little cunt with it until I make your baby pop out of your belly."

Believe me, there's nothing like a pregnant, spread-legged teenager to get you hot when you've got several inches of firm meat to do something with growing from your groin. I wanted to have sex with my daughter as a man even more than I ever had as a woman.

When I arrived at the bed, I had to maneuver myself over Susan's body so her swollen belly wouldn't bump me off. Then, grasping the big wiener at my crotch, I shoved it into my daughter's hungrily gaping cunt.

"Oh, Mother, that's it," she groaned with abject pleasure. "It really feels like a cock inside me. A big… thick… hard… cock!"

As I pushed in harder and harder, I could feel the tremors from Susan's tight, spasming pussy coursing up the sausage to my loins. It was just like fucking her with a natural hard-on. No real man ever derived as much sensual pleasure from a young girl's cunt as I was now getting from my daughter's.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she was chanting. "Fuck me so hard the baby feels it. God, I love your big cock so fucking much!"

The compliment was appreciated because I was doing my best. However, I couldn't help but notice that the sensation of penetrating Susan's pussy was gradually giving way to something else. The force of my aggression was slowing down.

"Keep pushing back, Susan," I told her when I'd figured it out. "I'm inside you as far as I can go. Now it's your turn to fuck back. Just like in your dream. Fuck me, darling, fuck Mother as hard as she's fucking you!"

Yes, yes, the momentum had completely changed. Now Susan was screwing me, moving her stiff portion of the meat within my convulsing cunt.

It was as close to fantasy as reality could come. My daughter's incredible dream brought vibrantly to life.

"Fuck me harder! Harder!" we both moaned simultaneously.

Inside our hot pussies, the sausage was getting cooked from the erotic inflammation. Its Polish juices were starting to bubble and sweat from its pulsing skin. If the casing ever broke, the greasy outpouring would produce the same sensation as a rush of sizzling male cum.

Sensing the ejaculatory possibilities of a ruptured sausage, I began to work my cunt muscles like the blades of a meat grinder. I wanted some hot, thick juice in my snatch as badly as I'd ever wanted anything. And just as intensely, I wanted to deposit an equal load in my daughter's thirsty teenage gash.

Susan immediately started to employ the same strategy. I could hear the squishing as her narrow fuck-hole closed down on her half of the sausage.

We grunted, sweated, and writhed, doing everything we could to bust the thick piece of meat that joined us. It was fucking at its best-and there wasn't a man in sight.

"Mmmmm, I think I'm coming!" Susan gasped.

"Oooooh, so am I," I gasped.

All of a sudden my cunt was flooded with a scalding ooze. The sausage had burst at my end, flooding me as though it were a spurting cock.

"God, it's happening, Susan, it's happening!" I cried, completely carried away by my orgasmic euphoria. "You're making my pussy wet with your hot juice!"

"Same here!" she gushed excitedly. "My twat is dripping!"

The thing between us was no longer a sausage in either of our minds. No, I was fucking Susan, and my daughter was fucking me. We were temporarily blessed with the cum-laden male tool.

As the gruel flowed like greasy wine in our thirsty cunts, Susan and I shook from constantly building climaxes. We had to hold on to each other to keep from falling off the bed, and we did, I came into direct contact with my daughter's pregnant belly.