Heather Brown - Mom_s boy hunger

"I'll kill you, whore!" he blustered.

"Just come in me and I'll be satisfied that you're as tough as you pretend to be," I parried his anger. "To tell you the truth, I don't think you've got it in you."

He didn't know what to make of me. I'd been beaten, bloodied and humiliated, but still I was fighting back. Women-especially wives-aren't supposed to do that.

"Come in me, you bastard, I dare you!" I cried, riding a crest of renewed confidence.

He gritted his teeth. His pelvis crashed against mine.

But his dick started to grow mushy within my twat. No matter how hard he tried to do the final number, his cock grew softer and softer.

I did something I wouldn't have dreamed I was capable only moments before. I laughed. Uproariously, in fact.

The tide had turned. Yes, I was winning.

"Can't do it, can you, Teddy?" I chortled triumphantly. "You're all talk and no action. If you're going to come, I'm going to have to make you do it all by myself."

He stammered. He stuttered. Gasped and gulped. But be didn't deny my contention.

I laughed at him. "What a pitiful excuse you are for a man."

He began to cry. And not just sobbing. Big fat tears were oozing from his eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

"What's the matter with the big bad rapist?" I cruelly chided.

"P-p-please," he begged for mercy. "Please stop, Betty."

"Under one condition," I sneered. "You've got to come in my cunt before I let you go." "B-but I-I can't." "We'll see." "Wha-what are you going to do to me?"

The time for conversation was over. I responded from the source of my power over him. I tightened my pussy muscles.

Yes, they were like a vise. I could feel them literally clamping around Ted's pitifully diminished dick. Squeezing it. Choking it like a noose.

He struggled, but, of course, it was to no avail. When push comes to shove in the eternal battle between cock and cunt, there is no match for the power a woman possesses between her legs.

Tighter and tighter I constricted my vaginal sinews. Ted must have felt as though he had steel cables wrapped around, his member. Anguish left his face and was replaced by the evidence of stark pain.

Within me, I could feel his dick responding. My cunt was so powerful that it was sucking the blood from the rest of his body into his organ. And once it was there, there was no way for it to escape. Trapped blood in the phallic tissues spells erection, no matter what the disposition of the cock's owner. Ted's prick was inevitably growing. I, and I alone, was making it grow. "How do you like it, Ted?" I asked. "How do you like being raped by a woman?"

He gurgled something unintelligible. The poor man was as helpless as a baby in the savage grip of my pussy.

Then I upped the ante. Twisting my shoulders up from the floor, I rolled us over. Now I was on top, triumphantly astride Ted's cock as though I were a queen perched upon a throne.

I began wiggling my ass and undulating my hips, setting up a maddening whipsawing action. The friction generation against Ted's prick must have been excruciating.

He was at full erection now-needless to say, in spite of himself. The rest of my husband was a sniveling coward; however, thanks to me, his cock was standing tall.

I was going to make him come on my terms, that's all there was to it. Grinding away, I worked his hard-on within my tight cunt more and more vigorously. What's more, I seized his balls with my clutching fingers and pumped them. The cum was roiling inside, being involuntarily manufactured by glands that didn't know the meaning of fear once they were stimulated.

With increasing savagery I applied the pressure. Stretched below me, my husband whimpered in defeat. No act of sex with him had ever pleased me more.

His cock and balls could withstand no more without giving. Suddenly Ted's cock lurched as though it were going to tear loose from his groin and there was an eruption.

It was like sitting on top of a jive volcano. Molten liquid came pouring out. My cunt captured every drop of it.

Sperm seemed to permeate every interior nook and cranny of my anatomy. Ted's nuts were being sucked inside-out.

Eventually, of course, there was too much for a single pussy to hold. Besides, after so much effort, it was time for me to relax. Easing my muscles, I purposely let the wad in my fuck-hole go. It came pouring out of my snatch in a flood, pushing Ted's now-useless cock out with it.

Since Ted was on the bottom, he was abruptly drenched with his own jizz. I laughed at the sight of his stickiness, reaching down and smearing the spunk all over him in a gesture of contempt. I started laughing over what I'd done. God, how I laughed. What a fool I'd made of him. It made me feel so good. After years and years of being under my husband's yoke, I had finally turned the tables on him, Here's the really weird part, though. I guess you've noticed that I've made no mention of any orgasm on my part. There is a reason for this. I didn't start coming until after I had left Ted sprawled and sobbing and sticky on the living room floor and was alone in bed. By myself, I slipped my hand between my legs and cunt in wonder, glorying in its perfection. Then I started to come. A long, slow climax that built and built and built until it was overpowering. It wound up being the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. Perhaps greater than all the ones I had previously experienced put together.

The next morning Ted was out of the house before I got up. This didn't bother me. However, Sally's absence was something else.

"Don," I called into her brother's bedroom, "do you know where your sister is?"

"Mmmmwwwpppfff," he murmured sleepily into his pillow.

"I don't think she came home from her date," I said more to myself than to my drowsy son. "Maybe I'd better call Trudy's to see if she spent the night there."

But before I could reach, the phone, it rang. When I answered it, it was Diane Cooper, Trudy's mother.

We both asked if the other knew where her daughter was simultaneously. Finally, when we got our signals uncrossed, we realized that the girls were missing.

"Who were they with?" I asked.

"A couple of basketball players."

"You didn't get their names?" I blurted incredulously.

"You know how it is," she responded defensively. "Those boys-they come and go like the house had i revolving door. Who can keep track of them all. I figured if they were basketball players, they must be all right."

I allowed myself to cool off before I spoke again. I was angry as hell at Diane Cooper, but I realized that showing it wouldn't bring my daughter home safely.

"Well, what do we do now?" I finally calmed down enough to say. Under the circumstances I thought it was a pretty rational response.

"Why don't you come over here," Diane suggested. "Two heads are better than one. We can decide what to do. Maybe there's something in Trudy's diary that'll tell who these boys are."

I couldn't think of anything better, so I said rd be over as soon as I could. Not that I approved of snooping in people's diaries-but this was an emergency.

The Coopers lived in the same suburb as we did, so I got over then quickly. Diane was waiting for me on her front porch in her bathrobe, obviously a wreck from worry.

"God, I'm glad you're here, Betty," she sighed as I came up the walk. "I feel so terrible about letting this happen. I know I should have checked on those boys.

I couldn't let her go to pieces on me, so I reassured her that it was a mistake anyone could've made, even though I felt much differently inside.

In her house, we went to the kitchen where Diane poured us some coffee. "Excuse me," she said, reaching up to the pantry and getting a bottle, "but I'm spiking mine with a shot of whiskey. My nerves are killing me and even Valium doesn't seem to work."