Tom James: Juicy hot daughter

"I, I thought you wanted to lie down," Al said in a tight voice. Her mouth was driving him wild.

"Ummm." Marjorie took more of his cock in her mouth, her fingers gently stroking the heavy weight of his balls.

Al gently caressed her head and shoulders, and she responded with renewed sucking, her mouth making greedy, wet sounds around his prick.

Al could feel another load of cum in his balls. If Marjorie kept up the sucking for another minute, she'd have a mouthful!

She stopped playing with herself and used both hands on her husband. While one hand cupped his balls, the other busily stroked the length of his cock and her mouth worked on the tip.

"Look out, honey, I'm gonna…" Sweat pouring off his body, Al gripped her head and began a savage series of thrusts, fucking her mouth as though it were her cunt.

Marjorie moaned and grabbed his legs for support, her mouth moving around the thrusting shaft. She felt the first drops of his cum on her tongue and then her mouth was filled with burst after burst of hot fluid.

"Ummm!" Marjorie sucked and swallowed eagerly, manipulating his cock and balls to extract the last drop of cum.

"Goddamn, you have the most fantastic mouth!" Al sighed.

She looked up at him, her beauty accentuated by the drops of cum on her face.

"Did you like it?" she asked eagerly.

"Come on, let's get on the bed, and I'll show you how much I liked it!"

Al pulled her to her feet and they bounced on the big bed, arms around each other.

Marjorie cupped her breasts and Al took the hint, sucking and squeezing the heavy globes until she was twisting back and forth, gasping with pleasure.

Her hand fumbled between them and closed over the limp wetness of his cock. She stroked it gently, feeling it move under her fingers.

Al's fingers trailed down her belly and into the wet mat of hair surrounding her pussy. Marjorie gasped and spread her legs apart, moving her hips against his hand.

"Eat me," she whispered. "You said you'd eat me. Do it, honey. I'm all hot and wet and I want you to." She gasped as his fingers slipped into the hot groove of her cunt.

"Ohhh, Al! That's it. Ohhhh!" Her hips jerked frantically and her fingers gripped his cock harder and harder as his fingers toyed with her slick cunt and the big button of her clit.

"Ohh. Don't, don't eat me, honey. Just do it again. Please, Al, fuck me real good, lover!" Marjorie rolled on her back, her legs spread open and her knees flexed slightly.

Al knelt between her legs, his cock touching her thigh. She shivered and reached for him, guiding him into her cunt.

"Do it," she whispered as he slid into her. "Fuck me until I scream for mercy!"

Al put his legs outside hers, guaranteeing maximum contact between his crotch and the fold of skin above her clit. With each thrust Marjorie gave a long, shuddering whine of pleasure. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and then raked his back before gripping his ass tightly and pinning him against her writhing body.

"Ohhh, you fuck gooooood!!" she hissed, her body trembling more and more.

Al felt her cunt tightening around his cock, and he pumped faster, his prick slipping deeper and deeper into her greasy pussy sheath.

"AHHH!!" Marjorie's scream was loud in his ears, and even as his balls emptied themselves for a third time, Al hoped the cry hadn't awakened Julie.

"Ohhh, fuck meeeeee!" Marjorie wailed, her body shuddering as spasm after spasm of lust ripped through her.

Al winced as the full force of her orgasms struck. Her cunt had turned into a vise, squeezing down on his cock with enormous pressure and milking it dry. As the last few drops of his cum splashed into her, Marjorie jerked and relaxed, her hands slipping off his body and her head rolling to one side. She was out cold.

Al moved slightly, and the change of position of his cock made her whimper instinctively. As he pulled out, she tried to stop him, her hands fluttering uselessly by her sides.

Sitting on the bed beside her, Al shook his head. What was wrong with her? She was tender and loving to him, but to Julie, she gave nothing but abuse, scorn and anger.

He lit a cigarette and watched the smoke curl up toward the ceiling, trying to think things out.

"Ummm, that was a wonderful fuck." Marjorie's voice was low and thick. Her heavy-lidded eyes blinked frequently. She was obviously having trouble focussing them.

"Feel better now?" Al kissed her.

"Ummm, I'm sleepy!" Marjorie yawned and stretched.

"Honey, can we talk a minute?" Al stubbed out the cigarette and looked at her.

"Uh-huh." Marjorie smiled at him.

"You're going to have to ease up on Julie, honey. If you don't, there's liable to be real trouble. She's like you, so sexy she doesn't know it, and you're trying to repress her. Either she'll cave in and be a useless cog in some office for the rest of her life, or she'll break out and do whatever comes into her head, and that will be nothing but grief."

Marjorie's expression hardened and she shook her head.

"You don't understand," she countered. "Julie is doing all sorts of things she shouldn't, and unless we put a stop to it, right now, there's no telling where she'll stop, if she does!"

Al sighed and shook his head. He obviously wasn't going to get anywhere with this approach!

"All right, Marjorie, you tell me. What do we have to do?"

She crossed her arms under her breasts. She looked at the ceiling for a second and then began. "First, we, or I, rather, will let her know that these urges to touch herself are evil. Then, I'll make sure that she wears clothes that won't reveal her figure. And when she…"

Al held up a weary hand and Marjorie shut up.

"It won't work, Marjorie. Suppressing Julie will not make you younger!"

"That's not the point!" she flared.

"Isn't it?" he challenged. "For the past six months or so you've taken to wearing sexy clothes that a girl in her late teens or early twenties might choose. They aren't your style. Sure, you look good in them, but you look good in anything – and nothing at all. But you can't get away from the fact that you're her mother, not Julie's slightly older sister!"

"Al, you simply don't understand! I don't want her life ruined. I want her to be able to enjoy it!" Marjorie sat up, her breasts swaying gently with her movements.

"Marjorie, how old were you when you started masturbating?"

"You know, I told you." Marjorie began blushing.

"Tell me again," Al persisted.

"I was nine!" She snapped.

"And you enjoyed it, didn't you? I remember your telling me once how you spent an entire day in the movies, rubbing yourself off because it was an Erroll Flynn picture."

"That, that's different," Marjorie said faintly.

"Bull! Julie's eighteen, and she knows she has a body and she's finding out all she can about it."

Marjorie's eyes slowly filled with tears. "You simply do not understand! Julie – I want my little girl to be pure!"

"Pure? Supressed, you mean! How old were you when you started playing with cocks? And your first fuck?"

Marjorie, tight-lipped, refused to answer.

"Marjorie, don't you see what I'm driving at? You started early, you did everything you wanted, and look where you wound up – married to me! Is that so bad?"

Marjorie smiled in spite of herself. "No, it isn't," she admitted.

"Well, then? Give the kid a chance. She's going to be confused and excited and not know which way to jump. Unless she has absolute confidence that she can confide in you, you'll be the last person to know, whether it's good or bad, or in between."

Marjorie nodded. "It's true," she sighed. "Julie used to tell me everything. Now she won't tell me the time of day."

Al relaxed. Marjorie was beginning to come around, and she'd work it out herself without any further prompting or badgering from him.