Emerson Taylor - Bitch mother

Carol visited Marie twice during the following three weeks, once with Mike and once without him. She called before the time she visited by herself, and Marie found herself looking forward to the girl's arrival with some trepidation. She could not be sure, for example, that the lascivious little creature might not want to initiate some kind of sexual action between the two of them, and she could not decide beforehand what her reaction would be if Carol did so. She remembered the way the girl's lips and tongue had played over her pussy, and the way her body had thrilled at that perverted touch. She also remembered the unusual feeling of touching her own lips to a pussy. Had Carol been in an especially lesbian mood that afternoon and pushed herself upon Marie, she might very well have found a willing partner. As it developed, though, there was no sexual action of any kind between them, though they spent a great deal of the three hours Carol was there in talking about their desires and hungers.

Carol discussed her relations with her father very frankly and showed no sign of guilt at having shared his bed many times. She produced a picture of the man, and Marie had to admit that he was handsome in a mature, graying kind of way. He looked to be about forty, give or take a few years; the wallet print disclosed a man with regular features and the hint of humor in his eyes. The girl said that he had a very sharp wit and that he especially loved exercising his considerably ingenuity on devising new ways of making love. She went on to say that he was very well-hung, though not in a class with Mike; his prick measured just under eight inches in length, she said, and was almost two inches in diameter. Marie was almost at the point of asking the girl if her father had ever fucked her in the ass, and admitting to her own fascination with buggering, but could not muster up the last bit of courage needed to delve into that topic.

Carol admitted outright that she had deliberately schemed at seducing her father; had it been left up to him, she speculated, he would never have made any kind of advances to her once her mother had been confined to the nursing home. She had been mightily dissatisfied with the treatment she was receiving from her teenage lovers, however, and knew that there must be more to fucking than what she had experienced with them. She had laid a careful siege to his lusts and had soon brought about her objective. Once he had felt the hot tightness of her cunt and had become aware of the sexual potential encased in her slender, constantly aroused body, he had been unable to turn away from her. If anyone had suffered guilt pangs from the incestuous relationship, it had been he, the girl said with an easy laugh.

"I was just having a ball," she said forthrightly. "He knew all about sucking and screwing in all those far-out ways, and I really grooved on that. Sometimes we'd start balling each other as soon as he got home from the office and keep it up almost steady till ten or so!"

Larry, her father she often referred to him by his first name – had an extraordinary ability to control his load and could almost always fuck for upwards of an hour before finally releasing his semen with a hearty blast. Of course, the girl admitted, he was good for only one orgasm during an evening, usually, but he knew exactly how to make that one a stupendously satisfying explosion. Also, he loved licking a hot, juicy pussy – whether a freshly fucked one or not – and delighted in making his partner come repeatedly. Marie found that she was becoming very favorably inclined toward this man whom she had never met; Carol's recital of his sexual virtues had the effect of making him seem exceptionally desirable. In addition to his extraordinary sexual skills, he was interesting in another respect: As chief chemist at Marysville Pharmaceuticals, a big plant in a nearby town, he was interested in some of the same scientific subjects as Marie. When the girl left her house that afternoon, Marie wondered if she would ever meet this unusual man and, if she did, whether she would be more interested in talking science with him or in testing his lovemaking ability.

Mike accompanied Carol on her second visit to Marie's home, and on that occasion there was very little talking. Mike had called up the evening before and asked if he could bring the girl for an overnight stay; their days off coincided enough for her to be able to spend at least one evening with them. Marie was delighted, and by the time the young couple arrived in mid-afternoon the next day, she was almost beside herself with sexual arousal. She had woken up in a viciously horny mood, one that ordinarily would have sent her to the back porch in search of Ranger so that he could plunge his big cock into her cunt over and over until she could rid herself of that awful, nagging sense of incompletion. She resolutely avoided the dog for that day, though her will power was not strong enough to keep her from retiring to her bedroom at midmorning and stretching out on her bed, where she gave herself a long, savage finger-fucking that temporarily quelled the fires smoldering deep in her cunt.

Marie paid plenty of attention to her asshole as she stroked and jabbed at her feverish pussy; each time she masturbated that way, or succeeded in getting Ranger to fuck her in the ass, she discovered more and more sensitivity in that tiny hole. More and more she imagined Mike settling over her and ramming his mammoth cock into her ass; the image came to prey on her mind, and she wondered how long it would be before she lost all control of herself and begged him to shove his prick into her bung. On two different occasions she had conducted an experiment with all the care she would have expected from one of her biology students at the local high school, an experiment designed to tell her whether she was really capable of being buggered by her son's big prick. Lubricating two of her fingers with petroleum jelly and smearing an additional dollop of the viscous grease on her bung, she succeeded in getting both those fingers planted in her ass. The added strain gave her an immense feeling of joyous fullness and left little doubt in her mind that she would be able to come prodigiously if only she could persuade the youth to cornhole her.

Her pussy was again roaring with lewd, inexpressible hungers when she saw Mike and Carol drive up outside in that same little convertible. She was wearing one of her best house-dresses, though she had deliberately abstained from putting on a bra or panties, and as she opened the door for them, she felt an all-pervasive sense of sexual longing that swept out from her pussy and infected her entire body with the most rabid kind of hunger. Her pussy, already wet and tingling with arousal, began aching with a dull, steady throb that would be relieved only when she had had her cunt split to the very bottom and then flooded with hot, thick cum straight from a pair of big balls. Carol was in the same mood she later said that she had been masturbating and playing with Mike's cock all the way into town; more than once he had threatened to stop driving and fuck her if she did not release his prick but she had continued to rub her fist up and down its length and they wasted no time on idle, polite preliminaries. After measuring Marie's degree of excitement with a glance, Carol slipped off her T-shirt and began unfastening the front of the cut-off jeans which served her as a pair of shorts.

Marie led them into the bedroom, scattering clothes along the way, and watched her son strip off his own cut-offs. His cock swung up as though it had a spring inside it when the jeans slid off; he was already stiff as a board and ready for anything. He lay back on the bed and Carol got over him, kneeling astride his face and rubbing her aroused slit directly on his mouth, muttering praises of his tongue action as she did so. Mike had become fully accustomed to cunt-lapping by this time and had developed a strong taste for it. Marie watched the girl rub her pussy over his mouth for a moment, then turned about so that she could devote herself to sucking his cock. She peeled back the tightly stretched foreskin; a pearly drop of semen, only a hint of the abundant store he carried in his distended balls, rested in the slit at the top of his cockhead. She bent down and extracted that delicious little reminder with her tongue; the taste was strong enough to make her hunger for a full-scale treatment and she began sucking his rod with a deep, powerful action that sent most of his swollen prick sliding deep into her mouth.