J Bradley - Mom going down

"You horny Goddamn bastard," she growled at him, pushing at his chest, thoroughly fed up with him now.

He laughed and wrestled gently against her full strength until she panted and gave up. It was no use to try to resist him physically – no use at all. Her robe had come apart, baring her tits and one lip of her cunt and the trim length of one thigh, but she didn't even care right then.

He gazed down on her near nudity and stopped laughing. His face changed, acquiring an expression of odd tenderness. He looked at her body as if seeing it for the first time.

"Honey, you're some old broad," he said softly.

It was a statement of pure affection for her. His way of saying it. She watched him and felt her emotions tip the other way, and she knew that she would miss him.

He stripped off his shorts. He put his hands out and slipped her robe all the way open and looked her up and down. He came onto the bed, making the mattress tilt under his weight. She rolled against his naked hip.

His prick reached for the ceiling, as stiff and hard as she'd ever seen it. Oddly, by some magic kind of chemistry, she knew it was all for her.

She felt sorry for him suddenly. He was going to get terribly horny out on the rig. He claimed they stayed out there the whole month, but she didn't know if she believed that or not.

Actually, it was all she wanted to believe. She didn't want to know if they went into one of the little Gulf towns to get drunk and fuck horny pricks into whores on the weekends. She might care if she knew for sure.

Thinking about it would make her feel cheated somehow, and that was a dangerous feeling. So, as if it would somehow keep him from getting horny for the next month, she reached for his straining prick and parted her thighs and was determined to fuck his nuts dry before he left.

He put his hand out and touched her body with surprising tenderness. His palm smoothed up the length of her trim thigh. His fingertips teased at her cuntlips, slipped over her clit, smoothed up her flat tummy to her firm tits, more like a teenager's like Nancy's than like a mature woman's tits.

Despite herself, she felt a slight stirring inside her body. Her cunt squirmed deep inside and went loose for a moment. She felt her thighs part even wider for the probing search of his finger.

He rolled her cuntlips, sweeping along the tender, pink, slick inner tissues, rimming her cuntal mouth. He slid it up her satiny gap to her clit and pressed inward gently.

He rolled the little organ until it was hard and sensitive. He grinned when she panted, and his prick throbbed rigidly when he saw the slick sheen of warm pussy juice come sliding from the mouth of her cunt.

"Like that, huh? They all like getting fingered. When you've got a fat finger like mine, they think it's a prick, and they try to fuck their wet cunts down over it."

A cool wind blew through her again. "Damn it, Gil, don't talk. Don't say things like…"

"Can't wait, huh?" he grinned, his voice husky.

As usual, he'd wholly misinterpreted her feelings. It was the one thing she couldn't stand about him. He was insensitive and just Goddamn crude. Not at all like their son, Bruce, thankfully. She didn't know if she could stand having both of them being the way Gil was.

He climbed over her, panting with passion. He worked his stocky body between her tender, slim thighs. He dipped his hips and made his raging prick point toward the center of her cunt.

The pink, wet mouth sucked open with a sticky sound – the slurp of a well-fucked cunt after a night's rest. The puffy pussylips spread apart as if they'd been trained to at the sight of his pulsing, swollen cockhead.

He dipped his hips again and made the velvety mushroom of his cockhead nose into the soft folds of her cuntal mouth. Then he couldn't hold back and tease her with it any more.

He plowed into her pussy. His thick prick slid up her cunt and shoved all the way to the back of her tunnel, slipping through the warm juice and the silky tissues.

"Ahhhh, God!" he gasped heatedly.

He came against her fully, his chest settling over her swollen tits, his belly grazing the flat plane of her own stomach. Her pussylips clung to the sides of his dry shaft, and the tissues were pulled inward, making her wince from the soreness.

He began fucking. In and out, up and down, his hard prick impatient and unbelievably hard. Monica gasped and wrapped her arms around his broad back and twinged with each slide of his stiff cock along her sore, fucked-out cunt tunnel.

"Ohhhh, Gil – Gil…" she moaned.

"Baby! Monica! God, you've got the most fuckable cunt anywhere! I love you, honey!"

She bit her lower lip. She couldn't ask him to stop now. She braced herself and rocked with his plunging thrusts and felt his prick stretch and pound inside her cunt and slide back and forth, reaching bottom, slipping back nearly to the mouth of her flaming pussy, then plowing in again.

His hips beat up and down upon hers, gently at first, and then more avidly as he got closer to coming.

His big hands mauled over her tits, rolling them, pinching the distended nipples. Then they scooped under her back and down to her round, tight asscheeks, and he fairly lifted her drenched cunt up around the shaft of his cock.

Her thighs split wide open and wrapped around his hips. She felt him heaving up and down. Her hand slid to his ass, and she felt the sturdy hairiness of it.

"Baby!" he gasped again. His wet lips became plastered against her cheek, and he puffed through the nostrils with hot breath. "Honey, you gonna come?" he gasped.

"You go ahead, Gil!"

"Come with me, baby! Blow your nuts! What're you gonna do for a whole month if you don't blow your nuts now!"

"I'll be all right, Gil! Ohhh, darling – fuck it into me! Fill my cunt up again! Give me another gusher, Gil!"

"Ohhhh, man – the best! The fuckin' best!"

Monica felt him build up steam. She knew he was going to come hard. She braced herself for the grinding, growling blast, clinging to him, nearly hanging from him.

It was all his fuck. There'd been a moment of heat for her, when he'd been rolling her clit, but that was gone now. It was all for him.

She made her cunt walls squeeze around his big prick. She sucked inward with her cunt and rocked her hips and shook her ass in his big hands.

She made her silky, wet cunt tunnel slide along his shaking shaft and milk it. The soreness was masked by a dull throb, and she knew the sooner he blasted his charge of hot cum into her pussy, the sooner the abrasion of her cunt walls would be over with.

"Ah! Ah, God! Monica! Jesus, what a cunt! God, honey, you're the best fuck in the whole world, I swear it! And I love you besides! Christ! Ohhhh…"

He grunted and gasped. His hips and ass circled and pumped, making his rigid cock fuck deeper and deeper into her silk-lined pussy.

Somehow, though, over all the puffing and grunting in her ear, she heard Bruce outside the bedroom door, and she sucked in her breath and wanted to crawl under the bed with shame.

"Mom? Hey, Mom? What's all this bacon and eggs out here? Can I eat some? I gotta get to school. Mom?"

Monica gasped and clamped her hands over Gil's heaving ass, trying to get him to quit, wanting him to shut up.

He stopped. He lifted his head. He swore softly, still panting. "Go eat the Goddamn eggs!" he growled.

"Gil, don't…" Monica whispered.

"Don't, hell," Gil growled at her. His prick throbbed wildly inside her cunt, spurting out little drops that mingled with her wet pussy juice.

"Oh, Gil – he knows you're fucking me! Ohhhh, God! I want to stop, Gil! Ohhh, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Stop! Like hell! He doesn't know we're fucking. Christ, the little pansy could walk in and watch us and think we were wrestling. Stop, shit. Baby, nothing can stop the wad I've got in my balls right now. Ohhh, God – here it comes, baby! Catch! Drink it all up with your thirsty cunt!"