Foster Davis - The seduction of mommy

Suddenly she lifted her legs into the air, placing one heel behind each of his buttocks and using her strong leg muscles to draw him toward her vagina. She arched her hips off the cushions, letting her full weight rest on her back and shoulders. The hand that had been above her head came to rest just above her vulva, and she used her long, slender fingers to spread her cunt lips. With the other hand she pulled his erection toward her soaked entrance. Her heels dug more forcefully into his ass, drawing him nearer, nearer.

The first hot contact of his penis against the sensitized flesh of her cunt caused her to cry out – a long wailing cry of lust and abandon. Bill fell forward on top of her, supporting himself with an elbow on either side of her head. He could barely feel her taut nipples scraping lightly against his chest, only the thin fabric of his shirt between their flesh.

Her hand slid farther down his cock, leaving the tip alone while grasping the base and making slow stirring motions so that the rubbery head teased its way into the suctioning gateway to her vagina.

"Oh, God! Shove it in all the way! Fuck me, Billy!" she raved. "Now, now, now! Jam it in all the way!"

Her heels now locked behind him, her feet scraping over the abrasive cloth of his trousers, caressing his ass, pulling him into her.

The youth's penis was an inch inside her when he decided to plunge into her heated tunnel with one swift powerful stroke. He flung himself at her, a furious lunge of his hips that caused his testicles to slap against the bottom of his fly, only the cotton shield of his underwear preventing injury to his delicate balls. His pelvis smacked against hers, and she howled in pleasure, relishing the feel of the fully clothed boy against her hot naked skin. She was even aroused by the cold feel of his open zipper rubbing against her moist inner thighs.

Bill held the position for several seconds, savoring the feel of her clasping sheath which already made tiny convulsions around his hardened organ. Her hand was wedged between their groins, having had to release his penis when he'd jammed it into her. When Bill drew back so that his cock was only an inch deep in her vagina, Barbara brought the hand up to join her other which had just begun to fondle and tease her breasts.

Bill drove into the sex-maddened housewife. She whimpered. He drew back and plunged again, then again. Soon he was fucking her crazily, her hips jamming up and down on the sofa, his trousered thighs slapping against her. His pace quickly built to the maximum possible and he was thrusting into her once every second.

A continuous outflow of lewd words began to pour from her lips. "That's it, Billy! Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Fuck me so hard, lover, make me go crazy! Yes, lover, yes, fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me!"

Her words were an erotic spur to both of them. She wiggled more fervently beneath him, and he continued his lunging without losing his timing, without faltering on a single stroke. Beneath them the cushions bounced like ocean waves, and several times their frantic movements almost sent them tumbling to the carpet.

Bill felt the sperm boiling within him, his climax only a minute or so away. Slipping his hand beneath her perspiring buttocks, he searched for her anus. It was only then that he realized that Barbara had just reached beneath her with her own hand and that one slender forefinger was already imbedded in her tight resilient asshole. His fingers grazed the back of her hand, lingering there and feeling her tiny bones wiggle as she stirred her rectum with her deep-thrust digit.

His fucking continued ceaselessly. He delighted in the animal heat that radiated from the delirious woman beneath him. He could feel the thin sheen of perspiration that painted her body. His own clothes were wet as a result of his own toiling. Beneath him he could make out the faint outline of her mouth as it opened and closed like that of a gasping fish on the beach. Hot words continued to flow from her lips, less distinct now because of her raging passion.

"Ffaaa… yeah, oh, ooo, yeah, ffaaa-fuckkk! Fuck me, Billy! Oh, I'm going to make it! Don't stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfaaaaa…" she wailed, her whole body beginning to tense and tighten.

She threw her legs into the air, bicycling with them, then pointing them stiff and toward the ceiling. Her stomach tightened. She gasped hotly into Bill's face. Her hand rubbed lightning-fast across her breasts while one finger of her other hand dug deeply into her clenching anus. She gritted her teeth and unleashed a wild, demented scream so shrill that it echoed in Bill's ears.

She twisted and strained, stretching her legs in the agony of pending release.

Bill was on the verge, too. His testicles ached with the need for ejaculation. His juices were about to boil over into the steaming recess of Barbara's cunt.

"Now, baby, now!" she cried. "Aaahhhfaaauucck! I'm coming nowww! Nownownow, give me your sperm, your jiz, yes, come inside me, flood me, yesyes! Oh, gaawwddd! Nnnowwwwwww! Ahhggaaaa!"

After that her words were indistinguishable. She came like a mad bitch, rocking and jerking and hissing hot inhuman sounds.

Bill's semen was suddenly shooting from him, one hot sticky blast after another scalding the deepest parts of Barbara's vagina. Her convulsions continued, her own juices seeping from her cuntal walls and mixing with the boy's spouting sperm. The concoction of spewed lust liquid overflowed from the throbbing ridges of Barbara's cunt, creaming her thighs, trickling warmly over the finger which she still held imbedded in her ass, dripping to the cushions of the sofa to join several other such blotches which had been deposited by the same couple over the past year.

With the last, weakest blast of sperm having jetted from his penis, Bill collapsed upon the gasping woman. They lay limply for several minutes before Barbara got the strength to whisper, "It was beautiful, Billy, just beautiful! God, it was just what I needed, lover!"

A quarter of an hour later they both lay on the bed naked. Their heads were propped up on the same pillow, and they were talking. It was the usual subject. Barbara wanted to know whom he had screwed lately, how and where. Six months ago when she'd first pried the intimate details of his sex encounter with a cheerleader from his reluctant brain, he had been shy and withdrawn. But when he discovered what an explosive erotic effect his accounts had on her, he became more willing. And by now he enjoyed recounting his sexual exploits almost as much as Barbara enjoyed hearing about them.

She had just asked him if he had laid anyone during the past five days (it had been five days since they had been together, but now Barbara's husband was scheduled out of town on business for the next week, and she and Bill planned to take advantage of the situation). Bill confessed that he had been intimate with Molly Littleton two days ago.

"Molly Littleton!" Barbara exclaimed. "How did you ever get that stuck-up bitch to spread her legs for you?"

Bill recounted in detail how he had been driving along old Highway 8 Thursday night. Even though he didn't have a driver's license, he had asked to borrow Ralph's car for an hour and Ralph had consented. He was on his way to a girl friend's house when he had spotted Molly's car stranded on the side of the road. He'd pulled up behind the vehicle. Since there was so little traffic on the old road at night, Molly had been pleased to see the car stop to assist her. She had been frightened though, because she was alone and defenseless and she had no idea what sort of stranger had stopped to aid her. When she recognized Bill, her good friend Arlene French's son, her anxiety subsided. Molly's problem was that she had two flat tires simultaneously. She had evidently run across a long board with nails which they found several yards down the roadway. Bill had offered to drive her home, but in the front seat of Ralph's car their eyes met and something came over him and he kissed her. He'd expected her to fight like a wildcat and he'd been astounded when she actually returned the kiss.