Michael Corbett - Naughty hot mom

Melinda tried harder this time, and her cunt tightened more strongly around his cock.

"Aaaahhh!" Duane sighed. "Yeah, that's better, baby!" As she reined her pussy, he began sliding his prick backward but also kept wiggling around. He loosened his hold on her tits and moved her tits forward and down until they were hanging naturally. She drew her hips forward as his prick retreated. He slid his cockhead all the way back to her pussy lips, paused, then slowly pulled her tits backward and fucked his prick forward. Melinda thrust her hips back slowly to meet him. Again she felt the magnificent sensation of having her cunt touched at a spectacular depth, a sensation of being overwhelmingly full. She worked her cunt muscles again, and her torrid pussy grabbed his cock even more strongly than last time.

"Ooooo!" she moaned excitedly.

"Ooohhh, shit, you're still gettin' better with those muscles, doll!" Duane rasped, squeezing her tits while she cunt-hugged his prick.

He kept fucking her slowly and started revolving his hips, putting extra action on his fucking cock. Melinda revolved her hips in the opposite direction, adding to their mutual pleasure. Duane moved her tits forward as he pulled his cockhead back toward her cunt lips and hauled her tits backward as he began filling her pussy with his gigantic prick again. Melinda cunt-hugged his cock each time he filled her pussy, and she was soon able to snap her pussy. She reveled in a dual feeling of sexual power and sexual delight.

She felt her fifth orgasm of the day whirling to meet her. It struck her like a tornado, spinning her senses, filling her with a mad wind of joy. "Aaaiiieeee!" she wailed. "Oooohhh, Jesus, you're making me cum, lover! Aaahhh, aaahhh, uuunnnhhh!" Her pussy was snapping on its own now and more juice was rolling out inside her. She wiggled her ass luxuriously against his belly, then began pumping her hips faster, still rotating them to heighten the pleasure. Duane speeded up the strokes of his stiff cock and the pushing and pulling of her whopping tits. But he was still drawing his prick-head back to her pussy lips before burying his cock in her seething cunt again.

"Uunnhh! I love it, honey!" he grunted. He started pausing for an instant every time his cock was completely inside her and giving his hips – and his prick – a zestful twist, giving her an extra thrill.

"Aaahhh, yes!" Melinda cried. "Tear me apart, you bastard! Fuck me faster!" She speeded up her hips again.

Duane kept pace by shortening his fuck-strokes. He still impaled her cunt on his cock with every thrust, but he kept two or three inches of his prick inside her when he pulled it back. He kept swinging her tits backward and forward as he fucked her blazing pussy, but now he crushed her tits against each other after jerking them backward, then pulled them apart as he swung them forward, and then crushed them against each other again.

"Aaaaaggghhh! I'm gettin' off again!" Melinda raved as another orgasm jarred her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck meeee!"

Duane was still rotating his hips but again he shortened his strokes and fucked her faster, pulling only half of his prick out of her sizzling cunt before ramming his cock all the way back into her. Melinda quickened the pace of her grinding hips to match his rhythm, and she grunted with hungry bliss every time his cockhead smacked into the deepest part of her pussy.

"Oooooo! I'm cumming!" she howled mindlessly as more contractions beat at her cunt. The orgasms kept belting through her, one after another, each one wilder and stronger than the last, and she lost count of them as ecstasy overpowered her.

"Aaawwwnnnhhh! Baby, I'm gonna unload!" Duane shouted as he kept fucking his prick into her boiling pussy. His cock bucked and his blistering jism started gushing into her.

"Aaaiiiii!" Melinda screamed. "Yyyeeesss! Ooohh, God, I love the way it's spurting! Aaaaaihhhhh, uuuuhnnhh, shoot it to me! Aaaannnhhh!" More convulsions churned through her steaming cunt and blasted outward to every nerve she had. Her pussy milked his cock greedily until his balls would give no more cum.

Melinda soon found that her whole outlook on life had changed. In a way, she was much happier. She had found a sexual joy which was much greater than she'd known before and which, before finding it, she hadn't even been sure was possible for her. She was constantly excited now by the knowledge that she could achieve such joy.

She had gotten the prick of her best friend's son up her cunt and she didn't feel guilty.

And, in getting his prick up her cunt, she had also committed adultery, but she didn't feel guilty about that either. She was glad she didn't feel guilty.

But she still cared about her husband, Kent, and didn't want to walk out on him and disrupt their family. Since she didn't know how to turn him into a better lover – she'd been trying and failing at that for years – she was going to have to keep sneaking around behind Kent's back to keep finding the sexual joy she'd found with Duane. And there was going to be a lot of sneaking around. She'd been denied the joy for too many years and now she was damn well going to get all of it she could. She really had no choice. The years of frustration had made her lust boil over.

"So I'll sneak around," she muttered determinedly to herself as she rested in bed late the next morning. "I'll get a prick in me whenever I can."

But all that sneaking around could create complications. It was better to have complications and ecstasy than to have a simple but eternally unsatisfied life. She could face the complications.

Another thought occurred to her. There might be nothing else she could do to make Kent's life more sexually exciting, but she sure as shit didn't want her two kids, Cindy and Wally, leading sexually dull lives. Melinda didn't want them to have the kind of frustration – the quiet desperation – that she'd had herself. And as young as they were, there might be something she could do to help them.

The only question was, what?

"Hmmm, I bet Wally's already getting some pussy, though," she murmured, stretching lazily. Wally dated once or twice a week, and occasionally he still had a shit-eating grin on his face the next morning.

But those grins might have been just for show. And as for Cindy, who was a year older than Wally, poor Cindy hardly ever went out on dates. And she was a damn pretty girl. So her lack of dates probably meant that she wouldn't fuck.

"I'm going to have to do something about that," Melinda said to herself. "That girl ought to fuck. I'm going to have to make sure that Wally's getting along all right in the fucking department, too. Maybe I'd better start with him. He'll probably be easier." But Melinda still didn't know what she was going to do.

She decided to go shopping. She could think about it while she shopped.

Melinda's shopping trip turned out to be a turn-on in itself. She bought nothing but sexy clothes – bikinis, short tight shorts, halters, tank-tops, tube-tops. When she got home, she put on a strapless flimsy halter that rode down almost to her nipples, and a pair of shorts that left plenty of her ample ass hanging out the bottom. Then she collected all her bras, slips, girdles, and all but one pair of her panties in a neat pile on her bed. She still hadn't decided how to help Wally but she had decided to get rid of virtually all her underclothes. Underclothes, she'd found yesterday, got in the way when she was in a hurry to suck and fuck. She had never liked underclothes, anyway. She would keep only one pair of panties just in case a situation ever came up in which it might be a good idea to wear panties.

It would, of course, tear the hell out of some of the people at church if she showed up on Sunday with her huge braless tits jiggling all over the place, but Melinda had also decided never to go to church anymore. It was a conservative church that taught that all public displays of the body were sinful and that any sucking or fucking outside marriage was about the most hideous sin imaginable. Until yesterday Melinda had followed these commandments about sex, but it had been years since she'd really believed in them or in some of the other silly pieces of doctrine. And, from talking to other church members and seeing how they acted, she was sure that most of them didn't believe in all the doctrine any more than she did. They went to church because it gave them good business and social contacts or because going to church was a habit they'd gotten into when they were kids and had never broken.