J. Russell - Mother_s ass

There's no damn excuse for looking at the bad side of it, she repeated now. For fifteen and a half years I've fought with myself I've stamped out every dirty thought the instant I had it and frozen every wiggle of excitement. That's the way it had to be if I wanted to be like Grandma. All right! The dirty-minded, cock-hungry slut was the natural me all the time! Now I know that's what Art wants, and it means doing what my impulses say, that's all!

She raised her eyes to gaze at tiny, puffball clouds as they drifted across the sky. All I have to remember is that's good, now, instead of bad! Let yourself go, Helen baby! Do what you feel like, and the dottier the better! She squeezed her jugs and felt a surge of warmth, then grinned ruefully and shook her head. "No, stupid! Not like that!" She unbuttoned her dress from the throat to the waist and shrugged out of it, then struggled out of her bra and squeezed the naked globes. She trembled at the hot flush of pleasure. "Like this!" Teasing her own nipples, she flung back her head and laughed with joy. Her old self would hate the new, but life was going to be another thing when she could give herself without reserve to the sensations that arose around her.

And then there's Smokey! I'll bet he doesn't care if I'm tied up or not! And I'll bet it would be a lot better if I weren't! She swung her bra by its strap and let her dress dangle from where it had settled, riding low on her hips. She shivered with a sense of wicked pleasure at the risqu? picture she made, her boobs swaying, her navel exposed, and most of her lower belly visible as she strode towards the hidden corral and the frustrated little donkey.

She undressed and hung her clothes over the top rail before she went in. "The hell with the gate!" she exclaimed. More fun to climb over! She perched astride the rail for a moment, squirming at the harsh intimacy between it and her pussy. Then she scrambled down and dug her toes into the organic soil and crossed to the feed table.

"Smokey?" she called. "Smokey! Come on, baby! Come and get some pussy!"

Smokey shuffled towards her, his neck extended and his ears forward. She lay across the narrow plank, gripping its edge tightly and raising her knees. As the ass came closer, she spread her thighs and let him sniff her pussy. Her licked, his tongue rough and impatient on her cunt, and he probed deep into her snatch, making her belly writhe.

"Good! Good baby! Oooh, Smokey, that's scrumptious!"

Smokey jerked his tongue free and tossed his head with a snort. Helen twisted to look under his belly and saw his cock swelling and lengthening. The beast quivered and pawed the ground.

"Wonderful! Wonderful, Smokey! You know!" She lowered her feet, touching the earth with her toes, her thighs widespread. "Come on, baby. Up between my legs!"

The donkey snorted again and reared on his short hind legs, taking a series of short, clumsy steps to position himself in the notch her legs made. She caught his forelegs to guide them clear of her belly, then reached under him and guided his prick to her cunt. His rump prodded and the bulky cockhead began to work against the tightness of her cunt hole. She swung her legs around him and pulled fiercely, jerking herself onto the great cock and gagging happily when it crowded her guts.

"Ahhh! Ohhh, Smokey baby! Fuck me good!" She grabbed his neck and hauled herself against him, his bristles stabbing her belly and gouging her fits. She pumped her ass, bouncing on his enormous shaft, and he banged at her until she was battering against the plank.

"God, yes, Smokey! Hit me! Hit me hard, baby!" Her cunt flamed with hunger and gulped the grotesque feast it held. Helen let go with her hands and flung her arms back, letting herself arch backward over the edge of the table. Her boobs jounced crazily and her fingers brushed the ground. She knew she'd see the moving lump on her belly of the buried cockhead, if she only wanted to look. But she was starting to come, and she didn't need to see. Her thighs clamped convulsively on Smokey's sides, his stiff hair digging at her tender flesh like handfuls of needles. Smokey backed suddenly, as if startled at something, and she felt herself dragged off the table. She hung head down beneath him, supported by the grip of her legs and pulling herself against his belly, his cock fully implanted in her twat. She continued to pump while she came, and Smokey's hindquarters continued to oscillate savagely.

His cock leaped abruptly and his hot jizz filled her. He threw his head up and brayed. His widely planted forelegs shook in Helen's grasp and she sobbed with overwrought awareness. When the pulsing sensations at the mouth of her cunt subsided and the donkey's cock started to go soft, she loosened the grip of her legs and let herself slide off him to the ground. She rolled weakly aside, clear of his hooves, and pushed herself erect.

"Thank you, you walking cock, you. Thank you!" She went to him and hugged his ugly head, rubbing her tits against his face, then went to the corner of the corral and used the watering hose to flush off the thick cum that trickled from her pussy. She took a cold douche and got dressed, leaving the corral with a bouncy step and a satisfied smile.

"All right!" she called to the clouds. "Okay! You saw that! Am I dirty enough? Am I doing all right or not?"

She returned to the house and made a perfunctory effort to straighten it. But she was too impatient for Art's arrival to care whether there was dust in the corners or not. At ten o'clock she made up her mind to shock him. "Like he'd want to be shocked," she said confidently. She found the bra and panties Danny had brought to her the night before. She stripped quickly and got into the revealing garments, then waited nervously.

She heard Art's car, peeked through the window to be sure it was he, and went to the center of the living room. When Art opened the door, he dropped his briefcase.

"Holy Jesus!" he exclaimed. "Is that you, Helen?"

"Of course! Honey, I've missed you something awful!"

"Son-ov-a-bitch!" He sprang across the room and crushed her in his arms.

"Honey!" she exclaimed over his shoulder. "Honey! You left the front door wide open!"

"Oh, shit! What's wrong with me!" He swung around, holding her in one arm, and went back to the door. Her toes dragged on the floor and she clung fiercely to him. He teased her, holding her before him in the open doorway and fingering her twat through the slit in her panties.

She was torn between hard-dying inhibitions and her new determination to ignore them. "Art!" she gasped, her glance darting up and down the street. "Art, honey! My God, somebody'll see us!" And then, pressing her head back against him and thrusting her knees apart, "To hell with it! Let them! Oh, rub, honey!"

Art crushed her clitoris with his fingers and she thrashed in his grip. She heard the solid "chunk" of the closing door.

Art carried her to the couch and dropped her on it. She lay as she fell, legs a-sprawl and arms extended, and watched him through half-closed eyes while he undressed. When he pushed his shorts off his hips, his cock leaped, dark with heat, the head halfway out of the foreskin. She rolled off the couch to her knees and flung her arms around Art's hips, kissing the heavy prick eagerly. She ran the tip of her tongue around the edge of his foreskin and lipped the tip of the cockhead.

Her husband buried his hands in her hair and tilted her head back, gazing into her face with a puzzled expression. "What's with you, baby?" he asked. "I don't know where you hid, Helen, but you're sure as hell somebody else!" A grin grew slowly.

Helen trembled. "I'm me," she murmured. "I'm me, with the pretending gone. I'm who you really married." She pressed her boobs against his thighs. "Want to know about me?"

"Sometime," he said softly. "Not right now. I want to get to know you."