Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book II

As she moved close to her husband, her gaze seemed to say, "I have a body made for loving… these breasts were made for sucking… these hips and thighs for touching… and this honey patch between my legs… for fucking!!"

She rose up like some pagan goddess over him, pulling the covers all the way back and revealing his naked torso. His abundant chest hairs once jet black, were now salt and pepper grey, just as his hair was silver tipped… but John Livingston had improved with age if anything, and Carrie marvelled at how handsome and strong he still was. Why couldn't she have just been satisfied with what she had??? How she had neglected John in the last few days since the family had arrived! Even though he hadn't seemed to mind, it was a terrible thing for her to have done, she thought… he had been only too happy to spend all that time with their daughter Tricia, even though she suspected that that was the primary reason he had set up this whole family reunion idea! And what a mess it had turned out to be… Nobody seemed to be getting along… and now with what she had done on the front porch with their son-in-law, she was sure that her son and daughter's families would be departing that very day… if they hadn't already left!

But now… if she could just feel John's wonderful big cock… just have him fucking her good… it seemed like she could make it all go away… everything could be different…! She straddled her rapidly awakening husband's legs, letting her huge, perfectly formed breasts softly cushion against his chest as she leaned forward over him. The erect thickness of his cock grazed the open slit of her vagina, but she slid down so that she could lay a moment flat upon him. "Carrie!" John whispered hoarsely… his wife's name catching in his throat as the full impact of her body against his struck him. The expensive scent of her French perfume drifted into his flared nostrils as her silken blonde hair brushed against his face. God he loved her! he thought… and to think he'd scarcely thought of her since the kids had come up… since Tricia… The image of his smiling golden haired daughter swept across his mind, and he felt his heart pounding wildly at the mere thought of her! He began a little short bucking movement upward against Carrie, feeling acutely tormented by his thoughts. Yet, the womanly feel of his wife's soft, sensuously warm skin pressing against his was overpowering, and he momentarily sought to push his real problems to the back of his mind. Carrie wanted him… and when they had first married he had promised never to let his glamorous young wife down. He sensed that he already had in some way… but at least, no matter what his shortcomings… he would make this morning memorable for her!

"Honey…" he cried into her hair… as she started wriggling about on top of him, and he felt his cock stirring impatiently against her soft belly.

Firmly, he cupped his wife's trembling buttocks in his hands, enjoying the sensuous mounds as he kneaded them beneath his fingers. He separated them, and pushed them back, and then pulled up on them, signalling to Carrie that he wanted her to kneel up. Breathing heavily, Carrie knelt over him, one knee on either side of his loins. The swollen tip of his prick rose before her like a saddle horn, and for a moment, she held onto it, with both hands. She felt like she would scream if he didn't put it up inside her shortly. Her hotly seeping vagina was aching with desire as she lifted herself up high enough so that she could get his hardened cock into her. The pink inner folds of her silken pussy felt moist and ready, and she knew he would slide all the way up into her waiting belly the very first time!

"Now!" she urged, "Now!" John's hands were around her waist as he pushed her downward. In the same motion she ground her buttocks around teasingly and plunged herself down onto his rock-like cock.

The thick bulging rod entered with a tremendous impact, moving forcefully into the willing entranceway to Carrie's eagerly welcoming cunt. The yielding pink flesh of the interior walls rippled in tiny folds before it, offering absolutely no resistance to the heavily invading cock, as Carrie's thigh muscles relaxed, letting the working thickness expand up inside her vaginal walls. She felt a blinding desire filling her as though it were a real inner pressure that had to get out. It pressed against her insides, threatening to burst her apart!

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Carrie gurgled and twisted above her husband, squirming her buttocks, and grinding them down upon his thighs as his cock struck the very far end of her desperately straining pussy. "Oh God, John… oh you're right there!"

She leaned forward to kiss him, letting her tongue move swiftly beyond his teeth into his mouth, shifting wildly to every corner of his oral cavity.

"Nnnnnnnnghh!" she groaned. Without moving the rest of his body, John flexed his cock inside her, feeling her wonderfully clenched cunt tightening up against his cock as her cervix received the delicious tickling of his prick head.

"Oh John, John!" Carrie cried out, she could feel herself going to pieces. She wanted to feel more and more of it, and began to slide herself up and down, by flexing and unflexing her knees… rising tip and then sinking back.

"AaaaaH!" Carrie felt the acute white hot pleasure coursing through her vagina, shooting fireworks through her womb as her husband's giant cock thudded hard up inside her.

"OOoomp!" she would exclaim each time she sunk back again onto its sturdy mass. She felt a warm dizzying delight as its rock-hard girth impaled her.

John watched, fascinated as his wife's beautiful face changed to a mask of pure lust. Her blonde hair was disheveled and her firmly rounded breasts swayed and jerked above him. He lifted his head up and took one tiny ripe nipple in his mouth, holding on to it as Carrie continued her wild up and down fucking motions above him.

"Oh Christ!" he thought, "I'm gonna cum!" His cock felt unbearably hard and Carrie's erotic motions were just too much to take! But he grunted and held on, lifting her up by the waist, so that she was suspended just above his tingling cock.

"No… John… let me go… let me go… don't stop now!" Carrie cried, tears rising to her eyes. Frantically, she struggled to let his rigid cock enter her once more, and as John gave in, she gave a low moan. It was happening. Her orgasm seemed to rush to greet the renewed entry of her husband's fiercely swollen cock. It gathered her up in its momentum and she felt as if she were being flung against a wall. Wave after wave of excruciating pleasure inundated her sensitized womb. Something like a white flare illuminated her brain, filling it with just one lewdly unthinkable thought… just one person… her son… her grown son Jamie!!!

John felt his sperm racing wildly from his exploding testicles, speeding hotly along the full length of his tormented cock. It was wonderful, pure release! A feeling of bliss rushed in to replace the spurting liquid that splashed around up inside Carrie's insanely climaxing womb.

"Oh Jesus!" he cried, completely dazzled by the strength of his orgasm. "Ooooooooh! Tricia honey!!!"

His daughter's sweet face… her body… her downy soft cunt… all were made real to him once more as he felt the crest of his climax. For those brief seconds, he actually was with her… with her again!

"Oooooh daddy's cumming daddy's cumming!" he cried, completely beyond himself.

It was long moments later before either John or Carrie spoke. They were lying close together, still feeling the echoes of their splendid love-making. High in her still pulsing pussy, Carrie could feel the presence of her husband's spent member. She lay upon him, her head buried in the crook of his neck. Finally she spoke.