Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book II

Even now through his anger, he had to admit, he still got a hard on just thinking about her… and some of the things she had said to him in bed… not to mention what she'd done! But setting all that aside, Ike was still determined to get his revenge for what she'd said. He'd gone long enough pretending he didn't care that the Livingston family looked down on him. He knew they all thought they were God's favorites… and he had never been totally accepted by any of them. Even his wife, Tricia, was always talking about her daddy this and daddy that! Always comparing him to John Livingston in an unfavorable light! He'd get even with her too for all that… and by the time he was finished, he'd have every one of the Livingstons eating out of his hand!

"Where is Tricia anyway?!" he suddenly wondered, looking at his watch. It was 8:00 P.M. and he couldn't imagine what she was doing alone all this time! With a sudden inspiration, he decided to set up his video tape machine. Whenever she got back, he intended to record her homecoming… and his greeting!

Jamie lay completely still, listening to the pitiful sound of his wife's tears.

"God, how did I get myself into this?" he asked himself as she continued to sob next to him on the bed. He couldn't let her go on like that… no matter how he felt.

"Look… Susan… Listen, stop crying will you? It's just that I've been under some… unusual pressures recently. You know I still love you… you know that, do I have to say it all the time!"

Susan flung herself onto him, collapsing in grateful tears that slid down her cheeks and ran down his neck under the collar of his pajamas. He squirmed uncomfortably beneath her weight, nevertheless feeling a pleasant warmth from the pressure of her breasts on his chest.

"If you only knew just what kind of pressures!" he said to himself… not thinking of his unsuccessful attempts to get ahead in the ad business… but of the tantalizing wiggling of his mother's buttocks in the shortly cut hot pants she had worn the day before… the same wonderful buttocks that he had hated and admired all his life… the same ones that he had slammed against with his cum-filled balls as his long cock surged into her tender open pussy! Just the thought rekindled the sparks of desire that he had been struggling so hard to keep dormant. He felt his cock give a lunge beneath the covers, and simultaneously Jamie felt Susan's entire body respond to it. She mistakenly thought that his excitement was a response to her embrace.

"On, darling… darling…" she breathed into his ear, wriggling on top of him. Her wavy red hair covered his face, and Jamie took a deep breath of her perfume. Unlike his mother's it was soft and light.

"OK," he said, simply rolling her to the side and pulling back the covers.

"Get undressed," he commanded.

Susan shivered and sat up. Even though her husband's tone was far from romantic, she was convinced that once they started to make love it would change. And the necessities of her body left her little room for quibbling. She started to pull down the straps of her nightgown, slowly bringing into view the lovely mountains of flesh that her husband had once enjoyed so much. Her tears had stopped, but her face was still glistening wet, and her eyes sparkled with a combination of hope and desire as she watched Jamie matter of factly remove his pajamas.

His lean hard body thrilled her the way it always had. He looked as young and lithe as he had when she had first married him over ten years ago.

He came closer as she wriggled free from the rest of her gown. Her trim hips and small waist seemed made for loving as she shyly twisted slightly away from his frank gaze. The flaming bright red of her pussy hair had once fascinated him, and Susan thought of this now as she felt Jamie's eyes staring at the thin triangle of the hair-covered mound between her thighs.

"Jamie!" she said as he leaned over her. Modestly she averted her eyes from the looming heavy penis that approached her face. But shivers of excitement were making her start to tremble as she realized the extent of her husband's arousal. She couldn't help thinking about how this enormous instrument would feel grinding around deep deep up inside her hungry vagina. She squeezed her thighs together a little as she thought of it, and felt a strong current of pleasure in the sensitive pit of her belly. She started to lie down, but Jamie stopped her, placing his hands on her naked shoulders.

"No…" Susan said suddenly. "No!"

Jamie breathed in quickly, from the sudden excitement her refusal had caused in him. She knew what he wanted her to do. She had never liked it, he recalled… and that was just why be wanted her more than ever to do it… especially now… it would be more satisfying than anything and less work!

"Don't you want to suck it?" he said, moving his hands up to her head, where he held her in place so that his thick swollen cock was directly in front of her face. In fact it bobbed down and struck her nose, making her wince with embarrassment.

"I… I thought!" she stammered.

"Yes… but later!" Jamie said. "Come on… open your mouth!" he said tensely. Then seeing that she had no intention of doing so, he reached down and with his fingers, forced her mouth open, and tauntingly stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin of his prick back and forth over the engorged head, he pushed it between her lips.

"Nnnnnmmngh!"

"Oh come on!" he said impatiently, as Susan tried to clamp her month as closed as possible even though the head of his cock was pressing inside it. "Susan!" he threatened, "You suck my cock and you suck it good! I'm in no mood for this shit!"

Tearfully, Susan opened her mouth wider and before she knew it, the thick bulbous tip was sinking beyond her lips, sliding far back into her throat and plugging up her whole mouth until she thought she was going to choke on it.

Horrified, she realized that Jamie wasn't even thinking about her.

Jamie began an obscene rocking motion, his huge penis expanding thickly inside Susan's widely ovaled mouth. His loins tensed and jerked into her straining face until the full length of it sank all the way in. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little bit of it remained showing, lewd and purplish from between her lips.

Susan almost gagged on the enormous instrument, it seemed so unjust, so unfair that she should be subjected to treatment like this… what had she really done to deserve it?

"Suck… suck!" he repeated, shouting down at the top of her head. Obediently, not knowing what else to do under the circumstances, Susan began to suck a little harder on her husband's huge invading member. She realized with pain that he probably only wanted to do this because it meant be didn't have to have any real contact with her. She was just a means of satisfying his needs… a tool and nothing more!

Jamie tossed his head back as Susan's tongue executed a nerve tingling lick on the in stroke of his cock. The head of his prick throbbed and jerked inside the dark warm cavern of her mouth, and Jamie hissed with pleasure. He watched, fascinated as his wife's head bobbed up and down below him as she struggled with the massive cock in her mouth. Below, her breasts swung and danced in a lewd rhythm which he could see when he turned a certain way. It presented a lust-inciting picture to his mind as be imagined what it would look like were someone watching them.

"Suck harder bitch!" he cried out, cruelly clasping her head in his hands and pulling her face in to him so that his prick was forced back still further into her unwillingly sucking mouth.

He'd like to do this to his mother, he thought, suddenly… like to plug up that sarcastic, smiling mouth of hers once and for all… stuff his big cock into it… God, he'd shove it all the way down to her navel! He'd pump his sperm down into her belly over and over until she burst!