Harry Stevens: Horny mom and daughter

It was about time to wrap things up, anyway, Diane realized with a glance at the clock. Tom and Beth were due home in less than an hour. Tonight, Beth could only tie up her father until nine because the Raiders were playing the Steelers on television. Monday Night Football was like religion to Tom Devlin.

Promising to see each other again. Diane and Duke parted after a final, sweaty embrace and a deep French kiss. After Duke was gone, Diane treated herself to a bubble bath, soaking the cum from her body with perfumed suds as she basked in the afterglow of fucking. When she closed her eyes, it was easy for her to imagine she was floating on a cloud.

"Fuckin' sonuvabitch Howard Cosell!" Tom Devlin cursed at the television set.

Hiding from her husband in the kitchen, Diane winced. When Tom got a few beers under his belt, his voice carried like a fingernail on a blackboard. And he always had more than just a few beers when he watched Monday Night Football. It wasn't even halftime and Tom was already smashed.

"Hey, Goddamn it. Diane!" Tom irritably called. "Where's my fuckin' beer? I'm dry out here! Get your ass in gear, bitch."

Usually, Tom was waited on by his daughter during football games. However, tonight, Diane was the only one available for servant duty. Beth had run into some friends while she was out with her father and would be home later.

Diane found herself drooping around like a flu victim. After her dynamite session with Duke Marshall earlier in the evening, the prospect of being trapped by herself in the same house with Tom made her ill.

"Damn you, Beth," Diane hissed under her breath at her absent daughter. "How could you do this to me? Leave me alone with your damn father?"

"Hey, you dumb cunt, where's my fuckin' beer?" Tom hollered. "I'm dying of thirst out here! Bring me a whole six-pack."

Diane reviewed the facts. When Tom got drunk, he got rough. She did not want a black eye. She would bring him a six-pack.

"About time," Tom snarled when Diane appeared with the beer.

"How's the game?" Diane timidly asked as Tom snatched the six-pack out of her hands.

"Shitty," Tom barked, twisting a can free. "Why, what do you care?"

"I-I was just interested if you were enjoying yourself," Diane stammered defensively.

"Then why don't you sit right down here next to me?" Tom grinned slyly.

"No, no, really… I, uh, have some things to do in the kitchen," Diane lamely answered.

Tom grabbed Diane by the wrist, forcing her onto the sofa beside him. When she tried to get up, he twisted her arm until she cried out in pain.

"Okay, okay," Diane muttered when the agony passed. "I'll watch the game with you."

"Fuck the game," Tom surprised her. "It stinks. I had something else in mind."

He turned off the TV and set aside his beer. Diane didn't know what to expect.

"Know what I feel like?" Tom slurred.

All of a sudden, Tom's behavior was no longer a mystery to Diane. She had been married to him too long not to recognize that horny look in his eye.

"I feel like a little lovin'," Tom mumbled drunkenly.

"Please, Tom, you're hurting me," Diane complained when her husband pawed her tits. "And your hands are dirty. Look what you've done to my blouse."

"I'll take care of that," Tom laughed.

He tore the blouse away. Then, with another rip, Diane's bra was gone, leaving red marks on her bare shoulders.

Tom grabbed Diane's tits with his big hands, squeezing them until their spongy flesh oozed from between his fingers.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts," Diane moaned.

"You love it and you know it," Tom insisted. "Now, come on, strip all the way down and I'll fuck you right here on the couch. My cock feels like it belongs to a seventeen-year-old kid tonight. They must be putting Spanish fly in that beer."

Realizing she had no choice, Diane got to her feet and undid her skirt.

"Come on," Tom drunkenly urged. "Put some fire in it!" He started clapping his hands like a ringsider at a strip show.

"Take it off!" Tom yelled. "Let's see some pussy!"

Hating herself for giving in, Diane did a few lackluster bumps and grinds as she pulled her skirt down her hips.

"Shake your Goddamn ass!" Tom shouted.

When her skirt hit the floor and she was naked except for her panties, Diane felt a chill. When she shivered, Tom roared with approval.

"That's better," he rasped. "Just keep twitching your can like that."

Now Diane was so nervous that she couldn't stop shaking. Her body was so herky-jerky that she had to sexily peel her panties down her legs to get them off instead of just stepping out of them. In spite of herself, she was giving Tom the show he wanted.

When Diane was nude, Tom was out of his chair, his hand at his bulging crotch. His fly zipped open and he reached inside his pants.

Diane looked the other way as her husband pulled out his stiff cock. She hated Tom's stubby prick.

But tonight, she could not ignore it. Tom was quickly around in front of her, his pants dragging at his ankles. He forced Diane to her knees and shoved his hard-on in her face.

"Suck my cock!" Tom commanded.

Before Diane could respond on her own, she had a mouthful of dick. Tom just forced his prick between her teeth, shoving until his hairy balls were churning against her chin.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth," Tom said hoarsely, thrusting his crotch against Diane's face.

This was Tom Devlin's version of foreplay. Although he hadn't eaten his wife's pussy since their honeymoon, he fully expected Diane to swallow his prick whenever he was in the mood for a blowjob.

Physically, giving Tom head wasn't much of a task for Diane since his cock was so short. The chore was in accepting the fact that he could do anything he wanted to her.

Tom's hands were clasped behind Diane's head now. Her face was forcibly buried in his mossy groin. The sour smell of his crotch made her stomach turn.

The cheeks of Tom's ass jerked up and down as his hips rolled in the classic fucking motion. He was using his wife's mouth like a cunt, working his dick back and forth with a stabbing rhythm.

"Man, I'm hot tonight!" Tom panted with arousal. "I think I'm gonna come already!"

All of a sudden Diane thought she saw a light at the end of the tunnel. If Tom came in her mouth, he'd probably forget about fucking her pussy. It had been a long time since he'd had the energy to shoot his wad more than once in the same evening.

Anxious to get it over with as quickly as possible, Diane willingly stepped up her participation in the blowjob. A mouthful of cum seemed a fair price to pay to get Tom off her back.

"Oh, yeah," Tom moaned. "My cock's gonna explode."

He grunted, jamming his prick down Diane's throat as far as it would go. Diane gagged from the sudden torrent of cum. She couldn't remember Tom ever having shot so much jizz before.

"Drink it all down!" Tom demanded. "Swallow every drop!"

Diane did her best to satisfy him. Tom's idea of sex was to treat his wife as though she was a whore and he were a sailor on leave. He could get very ugly if he didn't get his "money's worth".

"All right!" Tom expressed his approval as Diane lapped up his cum. "That's the way to suck that jizz down, babe."

Diane was having less trouble drinking Tom's jism than she had expected. For some reason, her husband's thick cream was much sweeter than usual. Not only did Tom's cum actually taste good to Diane, it made her kind of lightheaded – almost high.

"Okay, that's enough, you thirsty bitch," Tom laughed when Diane had sucked his prick dry. "I've got a cock between my legs, not a faucet."

Tom pulled his dick from Diane's mouth. As Diane had anticipated, it was soft. However, what she had not counted on was her disappointment that his hard-on was gone.