Foster Davis - The seduction of mommy

"Didn't she fight you off at all?" Barbara wanted to know. She reached into his lap and began to gently fondle Bill's partially erect penis.

"Not really. Oh, when I got her panties down she started complaining about how she was a married woman and how wrong it was, but she never tried to stop me. I guess she needed it real bad."

While Bill related how Molly had turned into a wanton bitch and practically raped him, Barbara continued to stroke his thickening cock. In the midst of his account, he reached across to her and placed a hand between her thighs, toying with the sperm-drenched folds of her vagina.

She was panting audibly when his account ended with, "Old Molly was crying awful bad when I got her home. She felt so guilty she didn't even say good-bye."

"Good," Barbara said. "I'm glad the bitch got what was coming to her. Maybe she won't act so high and mighty after this."

There was a short silence while Barbara debated whether or not to say something that was on her mind.

"Billy?" she said in a whisper.

"What?"

"I got screwed this afternoon." She said the words matter-of-factly, studying his face to see what his reaction might be.

Bill had often wondered whether Barbara got her extramarital thrills with any other males besides himself. He had long wanted to ask, but had never mustered the nerve. Now, having unexpectedly heard the confession from her, he felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy. The jealousy was short-lived, though, and in its place came a surge of arousal. His cock hardened fully in her delicate hand.

"You want me to tell you about it?" she coaxed.

"I don't care," he mumbled.

"Yes, you care. Your cock just got good and stiff, lover, because it excites you to think about me doing it, just like it excites me to think about you. Tell me you want to hear about it."

He almost spoke, then held silent.

"Tell me you want to hear it and I'll give you every juicy detail." She felt his fingers screwing more vigorously into her hot cunt.

"Do you want to hear all about it? Everything?" she asked.

"Yes!" he whispered.

"Then ask me. Ask me anything you want to know."

Bill hesitated, then formed the words he wanted.

"Who'd you do it with?"

"Some salesman. I don't know his name."

The thought of Barbara fucking some salesman whose name she didn't know sent waves of lust through Bill's mind. He began to roll his hips beneath her expert caresses. His penis was oozing lubricant into her warm hand. In a voice choked with emotion and much deeper than normal, he said, "Wh-where did he do it to you?"

"Right here on this bed," Barbara said, thrilling to the obvious passion which her confession was lighting in her young lover.

"Tell me!" he whispered, his voice almost pleading.

"He was good," she confided. "But not as good as you." This last statement was a lie. The salesman had blown Barbara's mind in a way she hadn't experienced for years.

"Did he make you come?"

Barbara began to writhe as Bill's fingers sent shivers of desire up her spine. He was flicking at the flowered-out lips of her cunt and across her excited clitoris.

"Yes, he did. Oh, God, yes!" Barbara answered, remembering how she had nearly fainted that afternoon when the salesman had first fucked her to orgasm. Then, so as not to sound too enthusiastic, she said in a more controlled voice, "Yes, he made me come."

"How many times did you fuck each other?" Bill's words were becoming more breathy as Barbara continued to stroke his stiff penis. He ran his fingers briskly through her cunt hairs, the sticky feel of her vagina adding to his incredible lust.

"We fucked three times," she said simply. She was enjoying his questions and didn't want to volunteer any more information than the queries called for.

"Did he… did he fuck you in the ass?"

"Yesss!" she hissed, beginning to feel wild and whorish as the tremors of excitement peppered her heaving belly.

This last admission of hers was almost too much for the lust-crazed Bill to take. Her confessions, coupled with the agonizing way she was teasing and rubbing his prick, sent him near the verge of climax.

He was squirming frantically now. No one else had ever been able to duplicate for him the kind of hand-job Barbara was capable of.

"Do you want me to jack you off, Billy?" she whispered in his ear.

"Yeah… no, I want something else?"

"What else?"

"I want to do what the salesman did to you this afternoon."

She knew immediately what he meant, but she wanted him to say it. "What do you mean?" she asked, pretending naivete.

"I want to fuck your ass, Barbara, let me!" he breathed excitedly into her face.

They had tried anal intercourse only rarely, less than a dozen times in the year they'd been having the affair.

It was exactly what they both wanted at the moment, though, and Barbara whimpered, "Yes, Billy, fuck me, fuck my ass! Let's do it now."

They shared a short french kiss, then she leaped from the bed, rounded the mattress and fell to her knees on the carpet. She crawled forward until the corner of the mattress was wedged between her thighs. Then, still kneeling on the floor, she leaned forward until her breasts rested on the bed. Her head lay sideways, the bedcover feeling soft against her cheek. Her raven hair was tossed above her head as she waited for Bill to come around behind her. Suddenly he was there, kneeling in back of her, his knees inside her own on the carpet. He leaned over her and she felt his hot breath on her back. She squirmed, and her movement caused more pressure as the corner of the mattress rubbed against her throbbing clitoris.

Behind her Bill eyed the target of his lust. The dark anus with its tightly closed entrance, wrinkles fanning out in all directions from its center.

"Do it, damn it, I can't wait any more!" Barbara pleaded.

Bill used one hand to guide his erection against the outer edge of her asshole. She mewled when she felt the contact. Then, brutally, he thrust his hips forward. Because she had fingered the passage during their earlier fuck, she felt only a mild amount of agony as the penis ground into her.

She moaned, "Ahhh, oh, oohhh, easy, lover, go easy."

But a few seconds later she became accustomed to the feeling of the invading phallus. "Now!" she screamed. "Shove it in deeper! Bury it in me! Fuck!"

Bill exerted more pressure, feeling his prick forge its way into her rectum. Her ass muscles involuntarily rebelled against the entry, convulsing and trying futilely to expel the intruding penis.

Finally Bill had it all the way in her, and Barbara immediately began to squirm, bucking back against his cock and gasping hotly. She deliberately rubbed her juicy vagina against the corner of the bed and the sensation caused by the firm mattress against her clitoris made her go mad with sexual frenzy. She fucked insanely, screaming, swearing. And for Bill and Barbara this was just the beginning of a long week of excitement.

While Bill fucked Barbara with guiltless abandon, his mother was alone next door hating herself as her fingers crept across her belly in search of her vagina.

It was Wednesday of the following week when the police came.

Hal had just got home from work and was in the bedroom changing. Arlene answered the door. As soon as they identified themselves, she felt her head begin to grow light and she knew that the color was draining from her face. She knew why they had come. It was because of the money Hal had stolen from his office. The two men were polite to her as they stood in the entrance hall, but their voices seemed remote, their words sounding as if they were coming through a cold steel tunnel. When Hal came out of the bedroom, the police arrested him. As they escorted him from the house, his head was cast downward. His eyes failed to meet Arlene's even once, and he didn't speak a single word. His usually proud, manly posture seemed somehow less imposing, his slow walk marked by dejection and defeat. Bill and Judy watched incredulously as their father left.