Carol Davis - Mom_s busy bedroom

She could feel the tip of his cock slowly slipping up her ass crack. It did feel good.

“Fuck me, baby,” she whispered anxiously. “Fuck me. Oh, now you’re doing it. That’s like I like it. Yes, baby, yes. Fuck. Fuck it.”

“Oh, honey,” she panted as he pumped it to her, “you sure know how to please your momma. That’s how I like it. Come on, darling, fuck me.”

As he went on ramming his thick prick up her asshole his fingers played with her pussy. At first he brushed the tips of his fingers over her fur-trimmed triangle. This thrilled her. She was anticipating the moment when his fingers would slip into her vagina while his thick prick continued slamming up her asshole.

“Fuck it,” he told her, “fuck, baby, fuck.”

He continued thrusting it into her. She twisted around for him. At the same time she squeezed the slippery cock that was riding her asshole.

“It feels good when your ass grabs for my dick,” he told her. “Oh, yes, beautiful. Fuck.”

Passionately he went on plunging his slippery cock up her hot, tight asshole.

“Yes, yes,” he begged eagerly, “fuck me. I want to feel it.”

He was obtaining plenty of feeling from her. For she was more than willing to supply him with all the erotic thrills she knew how. Her ass muscles grabbed at his sliding shaft. At the same time she could feel her clit go erect as he toyed with her.

“Oh, mom,” he panted as he thrust it, “I’m cuming.”

She could feel his hot white cream spurting in her vagina. It pleased her.

“Yes, baby, yes. Keep thrusting. I love it. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Her voice quavered as the emotional charges shot through her body.

“Now, baby,” she whispered, “you’d better play with my pussy some more. I want your fingers roaming around in there, darling.”

At this point he continued playing with her pussy. He eased his cock out of her asshole and he figured he would suck her snatch when he brought her there. His finger work was achieving miracles. For seconds later she juiced. He made it a point to have his face over her box when she came. If there was one thing he enjoyed it was eating pussy.

Reaching down she held him over her vagina.

“Oh, keep sucking me,” she begged. “Stick your tongue all the way in. Yes.”

Finally he slid his tongue from her velvety vagina. He’d enjoyed the delicious taste of her.

“Did you fuck a girl tonight?” she asked him.

“That’s none of your business, mom,” he told her.

“It certainly is,” she insisted. “You’re a minor.”

“Yeah, and you’re my mom,” he reminded her. “And you’ve turned me into a damn mother fucker.”

At this point she didn’t know what to say. She gulped nervously and looked away evasively.

“It’s the truth, damn it,” he said as he got off the bed and went over to the dresser and sipped the liquor that she had poured for him.

“We love each other, dear. That’s the difference. Those horrible names don’t mean anything when love is involved.”

He looked at her disdainfully.

“Sure, you’re a good piece of ass,” he told her, “but that’s all.”

“I think I’m a good mother, too,” she insisted firmly.

“You probably do think that,” he said. “You’re warped and sick enough to think you’re all right.”

She began sobbing as he left her alone. She heard him go upstairs. He didn’t give a damn. He apparently wanted to make her suffer. While he was having sex with her everything was all right. But now all that had changed.

For two weeks her young son refused to talk very much with her. It was obvious to her that he thought she was a disgrace and this tormented her no end.

Finally one day she decided that the only way she could be happy would be to find herself a man who could service her. It was placing to great a burden of guilt on her young son to expect him to take ^are of her sexual needs.

She had a boyfriend that she had known when she’d gotten her divorce. She called Ernie. He owned a body shop and she was very fond of him. He was a tough, tough mechanic. Some people called him a grease monkey. But she knew one thing for sure. Ernie could really fuck her.

“Hi, Ernie,” she called him, “remember me?”

Ernie assured her that he did.

“Where have you been all my life?”

“I had problems,” she explained anxiously.

“I did, too, when you left me,” he told her. “I had to find somebody. And I did. I got married.”

“That does complicate things, doesn’t it?” she told him.

“Yes, but it doesn’t have to,” he smiled.

“You’re so right, baby,” she told him. “I wonder when we can get together to talk.”

“I know what you mean by talk,” he laughed. “You must be getting horny, honey.”

“Real bad, baby,” she told him. “Real bad.”

Ernie was always a softie when it came to her. And now was no exception.

“How about tonight?” he asked her. “This is supposed to be my bowling night. But it doesn’t have to be.”

“That’s good,” she told him. “Where will we go?”

“Let’s meet at the coffee shop on the corner down at my place,” he told her, “and then we can take it from there.”

She left a note for her young son that she had to go out on a business appointment. He wasn’t coming home half the time anyway. She met Ernie and he gave her the once-over.

“Not bad,” he told her. “You look real cool, honey. I guess life has been treating you swell.”

“Thank you, Ernie,” she smiled smugly.

An hour later they were bare-ass naked together in bed at a fuck motel.

“These waterbeds are unique,” she smiled as he began giving her a tongue trip around the world.

“You taste as good as you always did,” he told her, “but I like you best between your legs.”

“Ernie,” she smiled at him, “you really want to eat me, don’t you?”

He nodded. His hot tongue slid down at her pussy. His hands grasped her bosoms as he plunged his tongue into her hot hole.

“Love me, baby,” she begged him anxiously. “That’s what I need. And I need it bad.”

His tongue dipped into her vagina. He licked passionately at her velvety vagina walls. She loved the sensation of his tongue sweeping around inside of her hot box while his hands grasped her great bosoms.

”Eat me, Ernie,” she urged him. “Oh, baby, no one’s ever sucked my snatch like you can. Come on, baby, lick my twat.”

Ernie was thrilled to pump his tongue into her hot pussy. For together they had performed every conceivable sexual act. It was obvious to him that she required more sex than she was getting. He was delighted to deliver. His tongue continued sliding around her.

“Yes, yes/’ she cried ecstatically, “suck my pussy. Eat me, baby. Suck my pussy.”

The erotic fire that flashed through her pussy had her trembling. Now she was wiggling her ass for him. He let his hands go from her bosoms down to her buttocks. He held her in place as he kept his face right over her pussy and continued licking and lashing at her hot pussy hole.

“I’m euming,” she gasped as she locked her legs around Ernie’s broad shoulders.

Like the he-man that he was, Ernie ate every delicious drop of her pussy juice. Pulling his tongue out of her vagina he licked his lips. “You tasted as delicious as you always do.” At this point he was determined that he was going to get her to go down on him in more ways than one. “I’ve missed your nice ass-suck action,” he told her. “That’s one thing I haven’t been able to train my wife to do for me.”

“Hurry up, baby,” she begged anxiously. “Sit in my face and let me give you a good tongue licking.”