Jason Cannon - Secretary for swapping

"Dammit, Phil, I said no!" She squirmed around in the seat but couldn't stop an involuntary shudder of desire as one of his fingers slipped into her pussy, carrying the material of her panties along with it.

"C'mon, honey, I know you want tote fucked. Jesus, you're shakin' like a leaf and your pussy's wetter than hell!"

"Leave me alone!" Jo Ann spat at him, clawing at his face.

"The hell I will! I'm gonna get me a little tonight, even if I have to rape your ass!"

That did it. Visions of the last night with her husband danced through Jo Ann's head. She wasn't about, to let this stranger violate her own body as her husband had years before.

She managed to reach behind her and get the car door open. Before Phil could stop her, the tall brunette was outside on the driveway and slamming the door in his face.

"Go to hell, Phil! I don't need you or any man!"

With tears in her eyes, she ran into the house. As she struggled up the stairs, the incident in the car made her relive that last dreadful night with Jack.

Jack had been drinking heavily for over a year. Much of his drinking problem was caused by Jo Ann's extreme success in her job and Jack's failure in his. It made him jealous of all the men she worked with… in particular, a handsome Italian salesman named Rico Sabrelli.

It had finally gotten so bad that Jack was openly accusing her of having a wild affair with Sabrelli.

The whole thing came to a head one evening when Jo Ann had returned after an especially hard day and had gone directly upstairs to take a shower.

She was massaging her legs under the warm water when she heard Jack stumble into the bedroom. She could tell from the shuffling sound of his footsteps that he was drunk. He pushed open the bathroom door and stared at her belligerently through glazed eyes.

"Washing your cunt clean of Sabrelli's load?"

Jo Ann sighed heavily. "Look, Jack, I'm not in the mood for a fight tonight. I'm very tired. I…"

"I'll just bet you are. I've heard that son-of-a-bitch has got a cock to his knees… I guess that would make anybody tired!"

Jo Ann looked at her husband evenly. "I think you ought to sleep it off in the living room tonight."

Jack walked to the tower door, clenching his fist. "Look, baby, you're my wife and I'm horny. I want some cunt tonight and I want it now!"

Jo Ann calmly turned around and began rinsing off the soap, but she could feel Jack's hostility. She rinsed quickly, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She could see through the bathroom door that he had undressed and was standing in the middle of the bedroom floor, stroking his thick cock.

"Just what in hell does he think I am?" she mumbled to herself.

She reached for a towel. He watched her as she dried her voluptuous body. She wrapped the towel around herself and went into the bedroom to get her nightgown hanging on the back of the closet door. As she passed Jack, he roughly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him.

"Jack, don't, I…"

"Shut up!"

He slid his arms around her waist and held her tightly. Then he roughly pressed his mouth against hers. He reeked of Scotch, and Jo Ann pushed her face away from his.

"What's the matter, cunt? Aren't I good enough for ya? Or do you only do it with Dagos?"

"Jack, don't! You don't know what you're talking about. Now, please, just leave me alone!"

"Don't pull that crap, with me. I knew how you like your cock, lady. And you're getting it from somewhere!"

"Jack, I'm not fucking Rico or anyone else!"

"Bullshit!"

He backhanded her across the face, knocking her to the floor.

"Jack, don't… please, don't! Paul will hear you and he's liable to come in!"

"Good," the drunken husband slurred. "The kid's ten. He's old enough to find out what fuckin's all about!"

He climbed on top of her and pushed his thick cock against her pubic hair. Jo Ann struggled, but he was too strong for her. He held her down by pressing her forearm against her throat. Jo Ann thrashed beneath him. Her hands clawed at the air. She cursed and pleased with him to let her up, but Jack was only getting stifled.

She opened her mouth wide and started screaming. Jack bit her hard across the jaw, knocking her cold. He savagely pushed his big prick into her pussy in one hard thrust.

He pressed his palms over her tits, jamming his cock in and out of her cunt. It had been so long since they'd had any sex that his climax built up almost immediately. The muscles of his neck stood out like cords. He fucked her harder and harder until his climax became unbearable. He made one final downward plunge and his cock began shooting.

Stream after stream of hot male jism jetted into her until he had finally emptied his load. The relief of the orgasm sobered him up a bit. When he pulled out of her, he felt guilty for what he had done. He didn't realize until that moment that he had knocked her out.

He went into the bathroom and soaked a hand towel in cold water, brought it back and placed it over her face. She stirred and opened her eyes.

"Get out of here," she said quietly. "And I mean now. Or I'll call the police. You can get your dirty clothes some other time. But right now you get your ass out of here."

"Jo Ann, I'm sorry." Jack started sobbing. "I don't know…"

"Get out of here, Jack!"

He slowly began putting on his clothes, mumbling apologies, as Jo Ann pulled herself to her feet. Her tits and cunt ached. She staggered into the bathroom and threw cold water into her face. Jack followed her in and tried to touch her. She swung around quickly.

"I'll kill you if you stay, Jack. I swear I'll kill you!"

Her eyes blazed like burning coals. He backed out of the bathroom and left the house.

Jo Ann turned on the shower again and crawled under the steaming hot water. She sat there on the floor of the shower wondering how she would ever get through the next day's work. The following morning she had started the divorce action. Jack didn't try to stop her, and six months later he was killed in an auto accident.

Jo Ann had tried to explain everything to her son. Ho seemed to understand so well that she thought perhaps he had heard or seen everything that had happened that night.

She hoped with all her heart that he hadn't.

Paul Henderson was naked, stroking his cock into hardness at the mental image of his mother getting fucked. He had also just witnessed the man in the car playing with his mother's big, beautiful tits. He wished she would let him play with them like that. The boy had wanted to squeeze and fondle them ever since he could remember.

When he heard his mother enter her room, he softly slid from his bed and crossed the hall. Her door was partially open and light came through the crack. He had just reached the door when he heard a soft, zipping sound.

Putting his eye up close to the narrow opening, he peered into the interior of the room. His mother was changing her clothes, and not more than five feet away from him.

Jo Ann stepped out of her dress and laid it on the bed. Paul's young cock jumped in his hand as he saw his mother's beautiful body in only bra and panties. He thought that she was sexy, but seeing her nearly nude filled his mind and body with more desire than he had ever felt for any of the young girls at school.

Jo Ann unfastened her bra first, and as she turned to place, it on the bed, he saw the full firm mounds of her breasts standing proudly out from her chest. Her long black hair hung forward over her shoulders as she leaned over to slip down her panties.

Paul felt his heart pounding as he shifted his gaze to her smooth, curvaceous buttocks. The twin cheeks were like two, softly ripened melons waiting to be squeezed, and the smooth white crevice that divided them was deep and mysteriously inviting.