Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

“Aaaaw… gosh!” he exclaimed, again acting like a sixteen-year-old.

Edna pumped her sucking mouth more rapidly on his dong, not wishing to prolong the act. He writhed excitedly and began bouncing on the car-seat.

Edna’s head bumped the steering wheel, but she kept going. She sucked his cock as heatedly as she could and was not surprised that in less than ten seconds his firm tube quivered between her lips.

“Aaawwwgh!” he rasped pleasurably, and his spasming glans jetted man-cream along her tongue and into her throat.

She gulped and gurgled, continuing to suck him, and he spurted again and again. One of his hands continued to clutch her head, the other her titty. Her nipple was firm against his palm.

As soon as she was sure he was through shooting, she swallowed the last of his jism, raised her head a little, and licked his penis clean. Then she sat up and smiled.

Harvey leaned back against the car seat, his mouth open and his eyes shut. He was breathing hard.

“Was that good?” she asked unnecessarily.

“Wowww!” he said.

“All right. Now let’s drive.”

Edna reached over the seat for the bag of clothes, her tits trembling.

“Wh-where do you want me to drive you?” Harvey asked, still in a blissful stupor.

“Ever heard of a town called Jasper Junction? It’s across the state line.”

“What?” Harvey came back to life, sitting straight up and staring at her.

“If you don’t know where it is, well stop at a gas station and ask the way.” She shook the pink panties he had purchased and stuck her feet into them.

“But I can’t drive you to the next state!”

“Sure you can!” Edna pulled the panties up, twisting on the seat. Her tits jiggled.

“But my wife…!”

Edna leaned and kissed him on the mouth, her moist tongue slithering between his lips. She licked sensuously in and out of his mouth while squirming against him, letting him feel her active, stiff-nippled breasts.

When she took her lips from his, she murmured, “Harvey, we’ll have a great time! Well fuck and fuck! Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“God, yes!” he exclaimed.

“Then drive me to Jasper Junction.”

Harvey was caught on the horns of the greatest dilemma that had faced him in a long time. If he had been a little younger, or possibly a little older, he would have resolved it by tossing Edna out of the car and returning to his wife and her mother. But he was at the “dangerous” age, conscious of all he had missed and aware that time was fleeting. And he could still feel the vacuum of Edna’s warm, clasping lips around the head of his cock, giving him a kind of pleasure he had never known before. He wanted to experience it again… and more besides.

While she squirmed into her new pants and blouse, he started the car and drove to the exit of the parking lot.

“I think there’s a gas station just down the street,” he said.

Edna smiled.

“I wonder what my wife and Mother Frisbee are thinking,” Harvey fretted as his car hurtled along the interstate highway, Edna comfortably cuddled at his side.

“Forget them,” she advised. “You’re entitled to do what you want.”

“Yes, but what if they notify the police? They’re liable to put out one of those APB’s. And when I go back to my wife, what can I tell her?”

Edna yawned and ran her fingers through her red hair. “Do like they do in the movies-pretend you had amnesia.”

“You think that would work?” he asked anxiously as he looked at her in the dim glow from the instrument panel.

“How the shit do I know?” Edna replied, and changed the subject: “Are we getting close to a town?”

“The last mileage sign said there’s a town about ten miles ahead.”

“Let’s stop there for the night.”

Harvey squirmed. “I ought to drive you, straight through.”

“But you’d rather stop at the motel, wouldn’t you?” she asked, enjoying the situation again.

“Sure.” He gave her a shy grin. She couldn’t shake the notion that he was a balding, bespectacled, 45-year-old kid who, though he’d been married for twenty-five years, didn’t know much about girls. That was some kind of tribute to his wife, Edna mused wryly.

She patted him on the thigh. “Don’t worry about what you’re going to tell the little woman. After we’ve been together for a few days, you just may decide to tell her to get lost.”

“B-but I’m only going to drive you to Jasper Junction. Even if we stay at a motel for the rest of the night, I’ll have you there by the middle of the day tomorrow, and I’ll be back in Centerville tomorrow night.”

“Oh, will you?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.

“Say, what have you got in mind?” Harvey seemed afraid of her again. “Don’t you have a husband or a boyfriend or anything?”

“I’ve got a man. I told you that. But he’s in Centerville.”

“So why do you want to go to Jasper Junction?”

“Because that’s where he’s going-but not for a couple of days.”

“And in the meantime?”

“It’s you and me, Harvey. That is, if you decide you like what happens tonight.”

“Now, wait a minute. I can’t stay away from Hazel for several days!”

“Harvey and Hazel. That really fits, y’know?”

“I mean it! I’m just going to take you to Jasper Junction, and that’ll be it.”

“But you know I don’t have any money,” Edna pointed out. “I can’t take care of myself until my guy shows up.”

“I’m sorry, but I’ll have to get back to Centerville.”

“We’ll see,” Edna said, watching him with a wise look in her eyes.

They had no sooner entered the motel room before she was in his arms, rubbing against him and finding his lips with her hot mouth. She used her slippery tongue. Her braless breasts teased him, her nipples firming to make themselves felt through her blouse and his shirt.

She backed up and began to open the buttons down his chest.

He didn’t resist. He just kept giving her a foolish grin, having obviously forgotten about Hazel for the time being, at least.

As soon as his shirt was gone, baring his unimpressive, lightly fuzzed chest, Edna went on to open his belt and the top of his trousers. She squatted and pulled his pants down, then she untied his shoes.

“Golly, I’ve never been treated like this before!” he said.

“I kind of figured you hadn’t,” Edna replied, removing his right shoe, then the left. She took his pants off.

By that time his cock had reasserted itself, rising in anticipation of what her squatting pose suggested.

She slapped lightly at the hump in his boxer shorts, and said, “I’ll bet you don’t get a hard-on this fast for Hazel.”

“You’re right,” he admitted, and added dismally, “In fact, sometimes I don’t get a hard-on at all.”

“Tsk-tsk-tsk! And you want to rush back to that!” She yanked his shorts down, which left his pecker bobbing in the nude.

After he had stepped out of his underwear, and Edna had removed his socks, she settled more comfortably on her knees and stared at the not-bad-looking male organ which was tilted upward toward her face. While his cock wasn’t as large as Thad’s-few were-it nevertheless was larger than average. Edna had found that true of other small men she had known.

She leaned close and licked Harvey’s prick while she slanted a foxy smile up at him.

“Oooh, God!” he exclaimed, trembling. His cockhead quivered against Edna’s tongue. “I love it when you do that!”

“And how about this?” she asked. She continued to watch him as she took his throbbing, fat cockhead into her mouth.

“Ooooooh!” He shivered pleasurably.