Emerson Taylor - Bitch mother

She noticed the quiver in Ranger's body as he bent to his work and began humping the girl with short, jerky lunges, and the sight affected her very strongly. Carol remained very still, moving only her fingers against her clitoris, but her short, rasping breathing showed well enough that she was deeply affected by the dog's fucking skill. Marie remembered, only after Ranger was firmly in the saddle and lunging hungrily against the girl's trim ass, about the ferocious knot in his cock. She knew that it was too late now to warn the girl about it; Carol would simply have to find out for herself and deal with it as best she could.

"Omigod! What's he doing?" the girl suddenly moaned in a panic-stricken tone that told Marie she was just then feeling the huge lump in Ranger's prick. "Owww! He's killing my cunt! Anngghhh!"

She quivered strongly but continued to hold her ass high in the air, allowing the eager dog to work the big lump into the mouth of her cunt. Her cries gradually tapered off into snuffling moans and whimpers of total ecstasy as her youthful cunt responded to the unusual form of stimulation. She continued working her fingers against her pussy, making her orgasm stronger, and chanted guttural phrases of obscene delight. Ranger growled heavily as his balls finished jangling in their pouch, expelling the last of his cum into the girl's hot aunt; he slowly wilted before Marie's very eyes and pulled away from the girl with a weak snuffle before reclining on the kitchen floor and licking his reddened cock as it slipped back into the furry sheath between his legs.

Carol slumped over onto her side, turning so that she could look at Marie. There was a look of startled joy on her lovely young face, a look that made her more beautiful than ever, and tears of gratitude welled in her big, almond-shaped eyes. She choked out a fervent praise of the dog's fucking skill and smiled happily.

"I see what you've been getting now," she whispered. "Wow, that dog is out of sight in the prick department! It wasn't like Mike does it but, damn, I think it was really wild!"

Carol had already told her father about Marie's connection with her and Mike when she invited the father and daughter to her house for an overnight stay a couple of weeks later.

Marie greeted them uneasily, not being sure of exactly how she ought to treat them. She realized that sex was one of the prime reasons the four of them were gathered in her living room, but she could not make herself be so bold as to suggest that they disrobe at once and begin doing whatever they chose. She had taken steps to make clear her own willingness to join them in any kind of action they might initiate; she wore one of her shorter dresses, one that would show plenty of her well-curved thighs and which was cut tightly enough to cup her big tits and show off the prominent nipples. Larry gave her an appreciative look when Carol introduced them; he looked as good in the flesh as in the photograph she had seen, and his warm, outgoing personality quickly won Marie over to him. He joined her on a small sofa next to the fireplace while Mike went out to the kitchen to prepare drinks for all of them.

Larry opened the conversation by querying Marie about her interests in biology, a tack that surprised her since she was expecting to talk about things a lot more personal and intimate. She recovered quickly, though, and soon had Larry admitting that her interest in the subject was more than a superficial one. He discussed the subject knowledgeably, querying her about some of her research projects when she had been in college, and then came out with the real reason for his interest.

"The fact is," he told her, "we've got a couple of openings in our labs for some biologists who know what they're doing. Mostly growing cultures and marking down reactions to this or that additive, which is simple stuff, but the ramifications can get pretty involved sometimes. Carol tells me that you might not be on very good terms with the chairman of your school board here, and since we've got the openings, I naturally thought I'd mention them to you. They'd pay about, oh, ten or eleven thousand a year to start with."

Marie's eyes nearly popped from her head when she took in all that. She had heard nothing from Paul Ryan in a long time, to be sure, but she knew deep in her heart that she would never be able to date him again, not after the wonderfully exciting times she had enjoyed with her son. To let him put his miserable excuse for a prick into the same cunt which her son had fucked with such fine results would be something like a desecration, she realized, and even if her job hung in the balance, she would never again be able to accept one of his invitations. To have a man who was almost a total stranger appear from the blue and offer her a way out of what might become a sticky dilemma struck her as the best news she had had in a long time. She managed to choke back some of her enthusiasm and said that she would like to discuss the matter with him sometime, whereupon he invited her to make an appointment anytime she chose.

By this time Mike had served out the drinks – big glasses of lemonade – and had already forgotten about his own glass in order to concentrate on Carol. He and the girl were sitting on a couch directly in front of the one Marie shared with Larry, and he began kissing and caressing the girl. There was nothing faint-hearted about the way he was nuzzling between her boobs or running his hands over her thighs. This point-blank recognition of the sensual purpose of their meeting proved to be the best way of getting it out in the open, Marie later decided, though she found it difficult to talk to Larry about employment at Marysville Pharmaceuticals while they were watching the two teenagers making love at an ever more passionate sate. Mike's left hand was already under Carol's absurdly short dress, and as she spread her thighs apart and worked against him, it became quite obvious that she had left her panties behind.

Marie's eye happened to glance down the front of Larry's trousers as he leaned back against the sofa, and she noticed a discernible lump stretching across the top of his left thigh. He caught her inquisitive glance and laughed, muttering something about how difficult it was to avoid being affected by the sight of young passion in full bloom. Marie agreed with him on that point, and from then on it was entirely natural for her to extend her hand down to cover the lump made by his stiffened cock. The feel of his prick, warm and hard, excited her greatly, and thus their touches became ever more intimate. Before too long he was running his lips over her throat and threatening to move them down over her tits, working the dress off her shoulders as he went, and his hand was resting very high up on the inside of her thigh. She did not feel at all shy now, and she grasped his wrist to push his hand farther up her leg until it came to rest against the soft, ripe slit waiting there.

"Carol said you were really nice to eat," he told her. "Maybe we could go in the bedroom and play a little sixty-nine? Or even do it right here, so we elm watch them at the same time?"

Marie shuddered heavily when she imagined herself squatting over his handsome face and mouthing his cock while she watched Carol and Mike fucking each other. The thought made her nipples swell against the restraining material of her dress, and she could think of nothing but getting her clothes off and initiating the act he described. Larry rose at the same time that she stood up, and by mutual, unspoken consent they began removing their clothing. Having only the dress and sandals to remove, she finished long before him and stood there fingering her pussy as she watched him. He had a fine body, she thought, thick through the chest but without the ugly pot belly which disfigured so many men of bit age, and his cock was exactly as Carol had described it – big, thick and utterly sensual. She hungered to get her lips around that big, eggplant shaped head, to force the foreskin back so that the naked head could slide into her mouth where her tongue could curl around it. When he had puked off his shorts and flung them aside, he took a moment to admire her figure: she felt a warm, proud glow as his eyes moved up and down her naked body, and she relished the glint of excitement which she saw in those eyes. Stirred by his gaze, she spread her legs wider and leaned her ups forward, brazenly displaying her heated pussy to him; his eyes widened at the sight and took on an even more determined glitter.