Paul Gable: Mom_s licking pet

They were sitting down, Jack next to her with a smile on his face.

"The phone?" she asked, her eyes riveted to his.

He didn't answer. Oh, this had gone too far.

"What are you doing?"

He dropped his head to her neck, kissing her there, sliding his tongue down to her throat. Joyce giggled. She knew she had to be going crazy, or becoming a nymphomaniac.

"No, this can't happen. I don't know you. You're my daughter's friend. You… you're a complete stranger. I… I can't…"

But Joyce couldn't check her own movements. He was opening her gown, letting the silk cling to her stiff nipples. She felt him sliding a hand under the silk, grazing his fingers over her panting belly. She was trembling now, her ass squirming on the sofa, her thighs spreading for his touch. When his right forefinger slid into her flooding crack, she groaned loudly, throwing back her head, letting the young resident kiss her mouth, sliding his tongue then down her throat to her tits where he sucked on one nipple, then the other. Like mother, like daughter, Jack thought to himself, sure he wasn't going to be joining his friend his afternoon.

"I want you, but not here," Jack said, pulling away.

"I can't walk, just can't… " Joyce said weakly.

Scooping her up in his arms, Jack moved up the stairs, directed by Joyce. She was woozy, remembering only glimpses of what happened next. He was stripping in her bedroom, that wonderful sound of a man's trousers sliding down hairy legs filling her ears. Soon he was on top of her, that long thing she'd spotted a few seconds ago pressing against her cuntal slit. It was as if someone had touched a burning poker to her clit. She trembled, thought she would cum, felt herself racked by terrible spasms as Jack dry fucked her.

For a second the woman worried about Rex. But he wasn't there. He had tired of her, trotted off somewhere in the house. Besides, what did she need an animal for now? She had this wonderful man on top of her!

"Ohhh, what are you doing to me?"

He was rolling her over until she was like a bitch to be mounted, in the same position she'd been in moments earlier when Rex was sliding onto her ass.

"I like it this way, baby, like it…"

Joyce shivered, images of the dog slipping into her mind as Jack knelt behind her, working his fingers along the insides of her thighs. He was playing with her pussy, scraping the insides of the walls with his fingernails. Ohhh, how she was flooding sexual butter. She was burning down there and her tits ached for another touch. As if reading her mind Jack looped one hand around her belly and fingered her hanging tits, ending by pinching her nipples. She growled, bobbing her ass back and forth.

"Ohhhhh fuck, fuck!" she moaned.

Jack raised his eyebrows, not believing he'd found a mother/daughter act.

She felt his cock drive along the seepy velvet lining of her cunt. His dick was so huge, so… wonderful! Shards of delight flashed through her mind and body as the woman tossed her head back and forth. She owed this man nothing. She didn't even know him. And yet they were giving one another maximum body pleasure.

"Ohhhh, it's going so deeeeeeeep!"

"Baby, baby, this is better than any fuckin' picnic," Jack commented, holding tightly onto her while he drilled the rest of his cock into her sucking, cramping cunt.

Joyce had to agree. As her pussy clutched into knots of excitement, she could hear the dog scratching and whining at the door. No more. No more of that. Now he was going to be odd man out. Fucking. A man was fucking her, a friend of Debbie's. Well, her daughter would just have to find another friend!

He fucked deep again, the only thing touching her being his cock and fingers. He had them hooked around her hipbones. Joyce wriggled in his grasp, feeling herself whirling around in a vortex of lust.

"Fuck, fuck!" she cried, tossing her head from side to side.

How strange this was all ending! First nothing but dreams, then the dog, and now… now this wonderful stranger. Nothing would ever be the same. She was free now, free of all her hangups, of all feelings that stifled her sexuality. There was this man and there would be others. Debbie would just have to accept the fact that her mother would date. And why not? She had given her life to raising her daughter. And now it was her turn to live!

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck me!" she cried, wriggling her ass frantically.

"All afternoon, baby, all afternoon," Jack crooned as he skewered her cunt one more time, juice and cum bubbling down her trembling white thighs.