Emerson Taylor - Bitch mother

The girl cried out in delicious agony when she felt the big knot being forced into her twat. She squirmed all the harder and gave every indication of being fully responsive to the dog's big cock. Her hips quivered as she fucked back at him and her cries, mounting to a shrill peak of lusty joy, reflected the inner turmoil she was experiencing. Marie's own cunt began twitching again and she sat very still, hoping that she would not come a second time; she had never before come more than once while watching a battery of fucking films, but then she had never before seen a film which affected her so strongly. She had never had any interest in fucking any kind of animal, but the unrestrained, uninhibited screw she witnessed transcended all her expectations.

The big dog humped away until he had completely exhausted himself. When he finally slumped down off the girl and slunk away, his step had lost all its vibrant, lively bounce and he was the very picture of the exhausted lover. The girl continued to sprawl on the hassock, her desires far from depleted. The camera moved down to a spot between her legs and focused on her pussy. It caught the first trickle of dog sperm flowing from the mouth of her cunt; the trickle quickly became a full-scale flood. The girl caught most of the jizz in her fingers and rubbed it over her pussy and thighs, murmuring obscene phrases of delight as she did so. She began finger-fucking herself again succeeded in bringing yet another long, shuddering orgasm from the depths of her cunt.

Paul was livid with rage as they walked out of the movie house. He ranted at great length about the obscenity of the film, and finally Marie, utterly disgusted with his hypocritical charade, asked him why he stayed through all of it if it was so offensive. That set off a further argument between them, and it ended with him depositing her beside her parked car and driving off at a very high rate of speed. Marie heaved a big sigh of relief as she watched the tail lights disappear; she felt rather proud of herself for having gotten through the evening without having to submit to his arrogant, self-centered fucking. She gratefully got into her car and drove back to her home. Her mood of self-congratulation turned to despair, however, when she saw the house dark. Upon going inside and searching it thoroughly, she found no sign of her son. It was not unusual for him to stay out so late, especially on a Saturday night – it was not quite twelve o'clock when she arrived – but when she remembered the furious rage with which he had left the house, she could not help but worry about him. She sat down in the living room and tried to concentrate on a magazine while she waited for him to return but, between worrying about her son and remembering vivid flashes of the girl's fuck with the Great Dane, she had no consciousness at all of the words on the pages she flipped so idly.

Mike's anger had settled into coldness by the time he returned home later that evening. He was civil enough to his mother but very distant, and she did not find his manner encouraging enough to warrant any detailed description of how she and Ryan had spent the evening. She mentioned that they had a violent quarrel and that he had taken her home early, hoping that this would modify the youth to some extent; he looked up at that but did not follow up on her statement. They talked for a few minutes more, then went to sleep in separate beds for the first time in a week.

The coolness persisted for several days. Marie tried a few tactful hints which could have restored their relationship to the former passionate level she had enjoyed so much, but Mike gave no indication of catching them. Even as she was working to restore their lost relationship, however, another part of her mind was crying out for her to take this opportunity to stop the incestuous affair. She began wondering if perhaps she ought not to take the chance and sever the affair then and there. The chances of their continuing it for very long without being discovered were not especially good, she suspected, and if she were to be discovered, then she could kiss her teaching career good-bye then and there. As Mike's coolness persisted, she became firmer in her resolution to keep the barrier between them, though she knew that it would be extremely difficult to carry out the resolution.

The campaign for domestic decency, as Marie wryly referred to her effort, lasted until Tuesday. As they were arising from the dinner table, she noticed an enormous bulge in the front of his jeans, the unmistakable sign of his sexual excitement. He paused, noticing her stare, and looked down at his trousers. Marie's pussy flamed into instant life at the sight of her son's hard-on. She had conscientiously abstained from any kind of sexual action since the last Friday night, when she and Ryan had gone to the sex film and she had had that pair of involuntary orgasms while watching the girl masturbate and then fuck her "Great Danish Lover". The abstinence had tested her severely, but she had managed to keep her hands from between her thighs all that period.

"How much longer are we going to keep pretending that nothing happened?" she murmured, keeping her eyes locked on the big bulge of bard male meat. "You don't like it. I can see that!"

"I don't know," he replied. "I want it, sure, but damn it to hell, I just hated the thought of you making it with that Ryan slob!"

Marie explained that she had not made it with Ryan, that their quarrel had erupted before he could get serious about taking her to a motel or another place where they could fuck. Mike looked at her for a moment, as though he might be attempting to assess the truth of her claim, and then came towards her. Marie rose to her feet and welcomed him with open arms. They began kissing with a mad, heated intensity that signaled a complete capitulation to the wild forces at work within their bodies. Marie rubbed her cunt mound against her son's boner with free abandon, enjoying the contact with that huge rod, and felt her pussy grow even hotter.

They tongued each other's mouths with a fierce hunger and allowed their passions to run rampant. After rubbing her crotch against her son for a moment and bringing herself to a screeching, jangling pitch of sexual fever, Marie knew that there was no turning back. She leaned away from the excited boy, keeping her pussy jammed up hard against his prick, and looked into his eyes she read the open, hungry desire there and knew that he was hers once more. She saw nothing but relied upon her actions to convey her message.

Releasing him, she lifted her dress and slipped out of her panties. Mike watched her intently as she cast the garment aside and then hopped up onto the counter beside the kitchen sink. Fortunately the blinds were closed, and they could enjoy complete privacy; otherwise Marie would never have had the presence of mind to have closed them. She was far too excited to think about mundane things like that. She spread her legs wide apart as she sat on the very edge of the counter, exposing her pussy completely; the puffy slit opened up and beckoned invitingly. She put her desire into words then, urging the boy to get between her legs and fuck her.

Mike hesitated for only a moment, and then began tearing at his trousers. He ripped them open and brought his cock out into plain view; the tool's naked head glowed with aroused passion as he peeled back the foreskin and got ready to jam it into her cunt. He was tad enough to aim his swollen cock directly into the heated, passion-darkened lips of her pussy, and he did so, bringing a soft, moaning sigh of delight to her lips. Her slit closed around his prick hotly and welcomed it back into her cunt. His cock easily slid through the puffy lips guarding the wet mouth of her cunt. Marie lifted her knees slightly, opening her snatch more fully; he pressed harder, and she felt the huge tool forcing the mouth of her cunt to yield. She wrapped her legs around his ass and leaned back against the cabinet. Looking down between their bodies, she saw the thick shaft of his dong joining their separate masses of crotch hair. The sight stirred her sex-crazed mind deeply, and she shivered with joy as he forced more of his cock into her cunt, narrowing the distance between the masses of hair. She willed herself to relax as much as possible, knowing that the boy was probably highly aroused and would no doubt be shooting his balls off at any time. She wanted to enjoy his orgasm without the added interference of a climax of her own; by devoting herself solely to feeling his cock explode and saturate her cunt with his steaming sperm, she calculated, she would be able to experience it more completely. Deliberately setting aside all thought of her own pleasure, she started exciting him as much as possible.