Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

So it was that when Thaddeus entered the house on this particular afternoon, he found Edna working at the sink, wearing pink-and-white polka dot panties and nothing else. Grinning, he sneaked quietly up behind her, reached forward at her sides, and wrapped both hands around her quivery, cupcake-sized tits.

She gasped, dropping the dish she had been washing. It fell into the sink and splashed water all over her.

“Ooooh, Thaddeus, you prick!” she exclaimed. But she was laughing happily by that time, her face aglow, and she twisted in his arms to press her hot, open mouth against his.

Their tongues writhed and stroked wetly as saliva flowed from one mouth to the other. Her nipples, stimulated by the coarse fabric of Thad’s shirt, stiffened against him, and he could feel them digging in. He felt her belly writhe, also. Gliding his large hands down her back, he took hold of her firm, twisty buttcheeks through her nylon pants and squeezed them, holding her lower body snugly against him until his rising cock demanded that they give it room.

“Mmmmm… wowww… ooh, baby, let’s see what you’ve got down here!” Edna said, and sank to her knees. Her tousled red hair received a shaft of late sunlight from the kitchen window and seemed to catch fire.

She unzipped her lover’s pants.

“Any mail?” he asked casually, because he had come to take Edna’s amorous assaults for granted. They had even gotten to be a bit boring.

“Just the usual shit,” she said as she snaked a white hand into his trousers. “Oooh, wait-there was a Mailgram.”

“From who?”

“How the fuck do I know, baby? Oooh, wow! This looks scrumptious!” She was holding Thad’s long woman pleaser by the stem and shaking it up and down. While the plumlike knob bobbed and swelled, the shaft gradually stiffened.

There was a faintly sardonic expression on Thad’s lean, craggy face as he looked down and watched the pretty woman lick his cockhead. He wondered if she could taste young Nancy’s saliva on it.

Apparently she couldn’t. Or else she didn’t mind. She quickly warmed to her pleasurable task and, after swirling her tongue wetly around the crown of Thad’s prick, then scurrying up and down the sides of his poker, she clasped his cockhead warmly in her mouth and began to suck. She bobbed her head rhythmically, gliding her o-shaped lips up and down on his bristling eight-inch pole.

He stroked his cock gently against her mouth-thrusts, fucking her willing face. Then, abruptly, he pulled free, turned, and paraded his naked prick into the living room.

“Come back here, Goddamn it!” Edna cried, staring after him.

“Do not take the Lord’s name in vain,” he cautioned as he continued through the house. “That is something you must never do!”

“I’m sorry!” Edna said, leaping to her feet to take after him.

He walked to his den, where the mail was stacked on his desk, and he picked up the Western Union envelope. Edna came tripping into the room, her titties jiggling, and she wedged herself between Thaddeus and the desk as he ripped the Mailgram envelope open. She sank to her knees once again, grasping the spear which stuck out and upward from his open fly. She resumed licking the rounded head of it while he read:

HAVE FOUND THE PLACE FOR OUR NEXT CONGREGATION. AM COMFORTABLY SETTLED AT FLOYD WILCOX FARM. PRAISE THE LORD!

Thaddeus smiled. A new territory sounded good to him, after spending more than a year in one place. A flock of new women… all those mouths and cunts… and fresh money! Thad had skimmed most of the cream off of Centerville.

Edna had clasped his cock in her mouth by that time and was bobbing her head once again. Her lips felt very good, gliding silkily up and down on his quivering, iron-hard cock.

He would have to give her what she needed, he realized, but he would make it quick this time. He had plans to work out.

Grasping Edna by the shoulders, he lifted her, and his long prick whipped free.

“Fuck me, baby… oooh, please fuck me!” she begged.

She was tall and lithe, and that broadened the possibilities for copulation. As soon as she had stripped her panties down, kicking free of them, Thaddeus backed her up against a wall.

“Yes… yesss… oooh, yesss!” she hissed. “Ram me right here!”

She spread her legs, causing a lippy division to appear in her fiery fluff, and Thaddeus dropped his pants and shorts. He squatted just enough to nose his upward slanting erection into her crotch, and she clutched to guide it while she writhed. When the tip of his boner was positioned just right, he rose, boosting her at the same time. A thrust of his hips sent his plunger surging up inside her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pressed her against the wall.

He began to do a springy dance, all the action in his knees, while Edna squirmed voluptuously. Her titties jiggled against his shirt. Her warm, wet cunt was a ravenous beast as it devoured his upward cock-thrusts.

Her serpentine legs skidded against his back and sides. Her arms were looped around his neck. Her back rubbed against the wall.

Up and down in her twisting, rippling cunny his splendid pecker stroked, stropping the red-hot tip of her very responsive clitoris.

“Oooh God… yessss!” she cried. “Ooooh, glory! Wow, can you really screw!”

He grunted, and rammed upward harder into her slippery hole, which was very open as she “sat” in midair, with legs spread. His jolts shook the wall and jiggled Edna erotically from hips to head. He thought he could hear her teeth rattle.

But most of what he heard were her lascivious cries, as she voluptuously squirmed:

“Go at it! Yesss, baby! Get it! Get it! Screw me! Fuck meee! Uuuuuhhh!”

She began to bounce up and down, swinging on Thad’s neck and middle, while his plunger stroked rapidly inside her. His prick throbbed with pleasure as her cunt all but ate it alive. Juice dribbled down his rod, from her salivating cunt, and moistened his bouncing balls.

Her tits shook up and down against his shirt-front. Her fingers clawed the back of his neck. Her heels kicked him. She squealed.

Thad’s geysering ejaculation rounded off her quaking, cock-wrenching orgasm… and he regretted, for a moment, that he might not be fucking Edna any more.

“So, what was that all about?” she asked a few moments later, after they had calmed down and he had picked the Mailgram off the floor, where he had dropped it as the excitement had mounted.

“Oh, nothing important.” He stuffed it into his pocket. “Edna?”

“Yes, you beautiful fucker… “ she purred, standing behind him with just her panties on, and squeezing him around the middle.

“I’m going to be leaving town.”

There was silence for several moments. No motion, either. Then Edna abruptly disengaged and backed up. Thad turned to face her.

He smiled disarmingly. “Nothing personal. You’ve been great to me. You’ve made me very happy. But my work demands that I move on.”

Edna glared at him, her green eyes glinting. “This is something about that Mailgram, isn’t it? Who was it from?”

“Now, that’s personal business,” Thad replied gently. “You know I never discuss personal business with anyone.”

“Well, your business is my business, baby!” she snapped, the pet name having a sharp edge this time. “I don’t just give myself casually, you know. I’m no slut!”

“Who said you were? But I’m sure you’ve gotten as much pleasure from our sexual relationship as I have. And as for keeping house for me-well, it was better than working in Joe’s Diner, wasn’t it?”

She glared at him for several more seconds, then smiled suddenly and pressed her nearly nude body against him. She squirmed, making him feel her tits.