Unknown - Mom_s hot lips

Then who? Why had Paul allowed this motel to be part of the Hanson chain of sober, respectable inns? Or had he fought against it? Was that why the Hanson emblem was missing from the glass front? Was that why he had kept her from being a part of it, too-because he hadn't wanted to admit fathering this bastard motel?

Her emotions spun. She didn't want to think about any of it any more. She began to feel uneasy. She stared at the blank, gray-black screen hanging from the ceiling. She wondered what it had been put there to show to the occupants of the flicking bed.

"Mom! God, it's wild, Mom! I-I can't hold out much longer. Are you ready, Mom?" Roger gasped. "Are you getting dose?"

Her attention came back. Her body had reached a level, a plateau. She didn't know if it world climb higher.

She felt his prick sliding wildly in and out of her pussy. Her hips heaved and tossed without her conscious volition. The bed had turned her into a fucking machine that automatically made her cunt strip and suck at whatever was in it.

She clung to her son and made her mind stop wandering, stop seeking answers to questions shrouded with mystery. She strained slightly. Then she realized that she had usually strained with Paul, trying to match his quickness, before he came and gasped and collapsed against her and made her have to wait until he was ready to finish her off.

"Mom, I can't hold it!" Roger gasped tightly, pressing against her. "This goddamn bed won't let me hold it!"

"It's all right, darling-come! Come in me, Roger. Ohhh, come hard and fill my pussy full of sperm!"

"Yaaaagh!" he cried tightly, shuddering violently.

His prick throbbed and bucked in her twat. It spewed hot cum against her slippery walls and made them even silkier. The bed heaved and tossed and wouldn't let him quit fucking.

"Ahhhhgh! Mom!" he cried. lie writhed atop her, nearly as if in agony. His supersensitive cock throbbed and burned, as it flicked back and forth in her silken, grasping cunt.

His terrible heat jogged her. She turned the corner and was able to stop grasping. Her body caught fire. She heaved and set the bed in wild motion and made Roger whimper even louder.

Her pussy started spasming and pulsing and sucking around his fiery cock. Her silken tissues were merciless, the way they pulled and sucked and drew at his flaming prick.

"Jesus!" He whined. "I'm gonna come again!"

"Ohhhh, do it! Come in me again, darling! I'm ready now! Yes, yes! Now! Abhhhh!"

Her pussy crushed down around the swollen shaft inside it. Her body heaved and tossed on the fucking bed. Roger stiffened above her as if stunned, and his prick bucked and exploded.

He groaned loudly, nearly painfully, and trickle of sperm oozed out the tip of his cock and was swept away by the flood of pussy juice pouring from her cunt walls.

At the last, he gave a final heave with his arms, pushing himself from her body. His prick sucked out of her pussy with a popping sound of wetness, and he rolled over onto his back beside her, making her body heave up in the air again.

They lay side by side and gasped heavily, recovering from the wild ride. Suddenly, there was a sharp series of sounds. They echoed from the cement walls and penetrated her sex-fogged mind and gradually became the sounds of clapping hands.

Vera cried out and sat up quickly. There were two figures in the doorway, applauding slowly. They were in silhouette against the bright day behind them.

Her heart stopped beating for a moment. Fear shot through her and left her speechless. Then shame took over and made her try to hide her sperm-drenched cunt behind her cupping hand as she thrust it between her thighs.

She thought of the other car they'd seen in the lot. She thought of the terrible perversion they'd just witnessed-of her and her son flicking-and she had the sinking feeling that this motel was going to ruin her now, just as it had her husband.

Roger sat up beside her. He didn't even try to hide his bowing, wet prick. His chest swelled out protectively, and his voice was impressively growling.

"Who the goddamn hell are you! What are you doing here!"

"Might ask you the same question, friend," the man said, coming into the room. He moved on the balls of his feet as if ready to spring at any moment. He was slender and wiry, with a thin face and falcon-sharp eyes. When he was no longer in silhouette, it was clear that he was a man you wouldn't want to mess with, reptilian and slippery.

The girl with him hung back a moment as if wishing she weren't even there, and then she came in with him. She was astonishingly pretty, her eyes large and brown, her hair dark and satiny and cut close to her head.

She was small and sylph-like in her movements, but there was a hint of gravity to them that didn't belong. It gave her a spiritlessness, as if she were with the man because he compelled her to be.

"You might ask," Roger said. "But as soon as I haul your ass in for trespassing on private property, you'll know what I'm doing here."

The man looked at him through narrowed eyes that didn't blink. After a moment, he laughed thinly. His smile was slim and wicked. He kept himself poised and balanced, as if ready for any movement Roger might make. He was a man accustomed to making short work of surprise moves.

"Trespassing," the man echoed in a flat voice. "That implies things, kid. You wouldn't be trying to tell me you're Hanson's kid, would you?"

"How would you know about that?" Roger asked, his bluster fading to wariness.

"Name's Dancer-Dan Dancer. Max Sawyer's attorney. The little fluff here's Rainey. Say hello to the new bossman, Rainey."

He ordered it in an oily way. The girl cringed slightly under his touch. Then her large eyes looked directly into Roger's, and there was some kind of communication in her glance, something forlorn and pleading that Vera couldn't miss.

Dancer shifted his gaze. It fell on Vera's naked body and slithered slowly up and down it, snaking into every hollow and curve. She turned her hips sideways so that he couldn't look between her legs and imagine the drenched pussy under her hand, but then she knew he was looking into the deep crack of her ass. There was no way to hide from his gaze. Even if she were fully dressed, there would be no hiding from it.

"Some motel, huh, kid?" he said to Roger. "Real enjoyable. A kind of hate to see it open. Rainey and I come here all the time. Maybe you saw my car in the lot just before you had your little swim."

Vera's scalp tingled with the sudden rush of shame through her. The evil little bastard had seen everything!

"You didn't answer the question, Dancer," Roger said.

"I been here checking things and finishing up some of the fine points to the electronics here. It's a hobby of mine," he added.

"Electronics?" Roger questioned his tone puzzled.

"Yeah, that's right. Max and your old man-they agreed with me that there wasn't any Point spending money for an independent when I could do the job myself."

"What job? You got this place bugged or something?"

Dancer laughed. "It's an idea. But it's been done. This is something new. The TVs are all on closed circuit, didn't you know?"

Roger turned his head and looked at the big, oddly located set over the foot of the bed. Vera looked with him. Her skin prickled.

"It's a pretty good touch, Hanson," Dancer grinned thinly. "Your old man didn't think much of it, but he came around finally. It took sonic persuasion. But you look like a guy who won't give us any static about it, especially since it's already in and working I wonder what else you don't know about this place." "I know I own it."

"Yeah, well, we'll have to talk some about that before the stockholders' meeting next week. Did you know there was one?"