Harry Stevens - Hot to trot daughter

When her mother shifted her hips, Sally saw that she had her finger crammed up her asshole and was working it around in the warm cum.

"Enough? What do you think, Frank?" She purred.

Frank wiped the sweat from his brow. "Whew, you're something else, babe," he gasped. "Are there any more like you at home?"

Sally's mother abruptly sat up, her finger popping out of her ass as she fixed her lover with a withering stare.

"I've already warned you about that, Frank," she snapped. "Leave my family out of it. What goes on between you and me is strictly between the two of us. When I leave here I go right back to my husband and kids. They're all clean as a whistle. Believe me, I've seen to it. I'm the only fuck-up in the family."

"Okay, okay, I didn't mean anything," Frank begged off. "I was just trying to make a little conversation."

Sally's mom's expression turned to an icy glare. "Listen, honey, the last thing I expect out of you is conversation. We're here for one reason and one reason only – and you know what that is."

Frank wiped his brow again. "Yeah, I guess I do," he sighed.

"Then stop yakking and get to it," Sally's mother said. "I want to get in one last fuck before I go home, and it'd better be a good one."

"Where, do you want it this time?"

All at once her angry expression melted. Suddenly she resembled a carefree teenager, gleefully exploring the wonderful new world of sex.

"Fuck my mouth," she said. "Don't just put your prick in there and expect me to suck it. Really fuck my mouth. As hard as you can. Give me everything you've got."

Frank gazed down at his cock. "I'm kind of soft," be said apologetically.

"You won't be for long," Sally's mother laughed, and then flopped onto her back, opening her mouth wide.

Frank crawled on top of her, his half-hard cock dangling in his hand. With his legs astride his partner's curvaceous torso, he pressed his crotch against her face and penetrated her mouth with his cock.

"Mmmmmm," Sally's mother gurgled with a throatful of spongy prick. "Good. Goooooood."

Now her tongue began lapping. The slurping started softly at first, but quickly became so loud it sounded like surf splashing against the shore.

Frank couldn't help being profoundly affected. As his cock hardened, his ass began to twitch. Then his hips swung into motion and he was fucking Sally's mother in the mouth, just as she had ordered.

Tremendously excited by the power her mother had over this man, Sally unconsciously slipped her hand between her legs and began fingering her agitated cunt as she watched the action. Before long, her masturbation was so frantic that she had ripped her panties. But she didn't notice, and she certainly didn't stop. In fact, she soon had four fingers clawing within her foaming pussy and her thumb hammering against her throbbing clit.

Her caution dissolving, Sally moaned aloud. Fortunately, her mother's guttural groans were so intense that Sally's indiscretion went unnoticed.

Frank fucked her mother's face harder and harder. His cock had taken on a new life, throbbing with the vigor of a teenager's tireless tool. When all was said and done, this was what always made him come back for more, Sally's mother made him feel like a kid again.

Frank rammed his thick cock to the hilt, feeling his balls pinch against her partner's chin. His ass rotated in a wide circle so his dick would ream out her soft throat. When he closed his eyes it was easy for him to imagine that he was fucking the deepest cunt in the world. A cunt with teeth and a raspy clit the size of a tongue.

"Oh, baby, am I gonna come!" Frank gasped.

"Do it, do it," Sally whispered hoarsely from her hiding place. "Drown her with your hot, sweet jizz."

She felt as if she had a vital stake in what was going to happen – as if through some magic contained in her voyeur's eyes he was going to come in her, too.

The inevitable occurred with a howl from Frank that must have been heard ten rooms away. Suddenly his balls were jumping up and down, pumping cum as fast as humanly possible.

Sally saw her mother's cheeks swell until they resembled a pair of balloons. Then they burst. A creamy torrent of cum cascaded from her lips, so powerful that it pushed Frank's cock out into the open. Shimmering jism splashed all over the two lovers. The smell of fresh jism filled the air, so strong that even Sally's nostrils flared. What's more, Sally swore that she could taste it.

On their bed, her mom was finally satisfied. "Guess I'll take a shower," she said to an exhausted Frank, shaking her head like a wet dog so that globs of cum flew off in a shimmering spray. "Don't want to go home smelling like a whore."

Frank chuckled tiredly. "Good thing you're not. I could never afford you."

Sally's mom leaned over and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she laughed. "Next week?"

Frank scratched his head. "I dunno. My wife's been talking about a vacation."

Sally's mother shrugged. "Well, let me know so I can work something out if you're not available."

Frank suddenly bristled. "What are you getting at? Do you have somebody else on the string?"

Sally's mother looked him straight in the eye. "That's for me to know and you to find out. Let me just leave you with this thought in case you've gotten into the habit of taking me for granted. I love my husband and I'm not faithful to him, so that should give you a big fat clue where you stand if you don't deliver."

While both Frank and Sally tried to analyze her statement, she got up and left for the bathroom, saucily wiggling her ass as she sashayed across the room.

Pulling her head from the hole in the wall, Sally rearranged her disheveled clothes and prepared to leave. In the aftermath of her discovery of her mother's secret life she was more confused than ever. Now she really had some heavy thinking to do.

Shunning a cab, Sally decided to walk borne, even though the Midtown Motor Lodge was several miles from her house. She needed time to be alone and sort things out, and a long walk seemed to provide the perfect opportunity to do so.

However, Sally's thought processes were hopelessly garbled and with each step she only became more bewildered about the things that were happening in her life. Eventually she became convinced that she needed some outside help. If only there were somebody she could trust to whom she could pour out her feelings.

Trust. That was the key word. She winced as she thought about what might have happened if she had confided in Mr. Johnson. Adults. Who could figure them out? They all had their games to play.

If only, Sally thought, she knew a grownup with whom she could come clean. Somebody who wouldn't judge her and didn't have anything to hide themselves. Somebody without an ax to grind who could afford to be objective about somebody else's problems.

Just when Sally was wondering if such a person existed, she noticed that she was walking in front of a church. In contrast to the much newer buildings surrounding it, its worn stone facade and rolling green landscape provided a restful oasis in the midst of the adjacent hustle and bustle. Uncontrollably drawn to the peaceful scene, Sally swerved from the sidewalk and began walking across the grass toward the chapel.

"Can I help you, Miss?" a friendly-looking man asked.

At first Sally assumed he was the custodian because he was lugging a garbage can, but then she noticed his black shirt and turned-around collar.

"You have a beautiful church," Sally said, wistfully, her tone hinting that she wished she belonged.

The minister looked at the stately old building and then back at Sally, as her skirt blew around her legs in the gentle breeze. "Yes," he said, "God has been very generous with us. Are you sure I can't help you with something, young lady? That's what I'm here for."