E McCarver - Mother with the hots

"You've got the tightest cunt in the world. It's making my cock feel better than it ever has." He lifted his head and pressed his open lips to hers.

"Fuck me," she said into his mouth as her warm, pink tongue went searching for his.

Jack pulled her hips up tighter against him and started fucking faster, sending his cock head flying through her stretched cunt. He felt her cunt draw up in protest as he reamed it faster, and that inspired him to fuck hers even harder. He drove his rippled cock into her clinging cunt until his hipbones met hers and his dark crotch hair ground into her golden curls and he jerked his throbbing cock back to jam it in again. He couldn't have stopped then if he'd had to, even if she'd begged him to.

Joan was coming constantly, her bursting cunt was filled with her, cream and his cock and she wanted even more. She was holding herself up with her legs around his body and swinging toward him to meet every thrust of his hips. She wanted to go on forever but she knew it had to end, she had to come in one big blast or she would explode. She twisted her body to rub her nipples through the hair on his sweat-covered chest and reached down and pressed against his hips to urge him on.

Jack was suddenly aware of her cunt squeezing and letting go, squeezing and letting go and there was much more heat surrounding his cock and it caused his balls to draw up and the muscles around his ass to start spasming and pumping his hot, white cum into her already flooded cunt. He kept his cock farther up in her pussy and rammed it quickly back and forth while he continued to pump his scalding, thick fluid up her vibrating twat.

Joan, breathing audibly, screwed her cunt up against him, trying to milk every possible sensation from his spurting cock. She was coming harder then she ever had. Her cunt was stretched more than it had ever been stretched before and she was about to pass out. She fought to remain conscious because she didn't want to miss any of the feelings she was experiencing. She pushed her tongue so far into Jack's throat it felt as if it was ripping loose from its base but she tried even harder and felt the skin on her lip burst where it was pressed between her teeth and his.

And then his cock wasn't moving any longer. It was pushed into her fiery cunt with more pressure than she had felt before and he was straining to get it even further in. He was pushing his pulsating cock into her twat with so much pressure he was bending her back, lifting her ass just by pushing into her with hard, constant pressure. She pulled her thighs back up almost to her shoulders, trying to help him reach a greater depth… but she had it all. The head of his cock was practically resting up behind her belly button.

They lay like that, his cock pressed into her, their arms around each other, her ass up against him and their open mouths pressed together, for several minutes. When their breathing had returned almost to normal Jack lifted his head and looked into Joan's eyes. She smiled and kissed him.

"We'd better get out before we disconnect," he said.

"That?"

"I'll show you," he said and opened the door. With her legs around his waist and her arms around his necks he crawled out of the car and stood up. "Ready?" he asked.

"I don't understand," she said, still holding on. With his hands under her hips Jack lifted her slowly off his cock. It came out with a pop and gallons of juice and cum gushed out after it.

"Oh, my God!" exclaimed Joan. "My stomach feels empty."

"Not really. You were so tight it couldn't get out," he said as he lowered her until her feet were on the grounds. "Let's walk down to the river and wash it off."

Jack took a towel from the trunk and put his arm around Joan, steadying her as she staggered along beside him. They walked down to the river and out into the cold water until it came up to their knees. Jack bent and splashed the icy liquid up over Joan's soaked cunt and thighs. He rubbed her with his hands until all the slickness was gone, then washed himself and led Joan out of the frigid water to the bank and carefully dried here with the towel.

"I never knew it could be like that," said Joan as she watched Jack dry himself. "I never knew fucking could be that good."

"It's as good as you make it, darling. And you do make it good. I'll never be satisfied with anybody else, now." He put the towel around his neck, placed his arm around her waist and started walking back toward the car. "I wish we could wait a little while and do it again but it's getting late. Look at the sun."

Joan looked lip and saw that the sun was dropping behind the trees. "Oh! We fucked away the whole afternoon! It didn't seem like that long."

"I'd better get you home before your mother gets worried." They dressed by the car, got in and started back up the trail.

"Did you ever get whatever was worrying you straightened out?" asked Jack.

"I'd forgotten about it. It doesn't matter now. A good fucking like that can straighten out anything." Joan moved over against him. "I wish I'd known a long time ago that it would be like that."

"Are you going to fight me from now on?" asked Jack.

"Only if you don't want to fuck me."

"You don't have to worry about that. My cock will stand up and beg for it everytime I see you."

They locked the gate behind them and drove slowly back to town. Joan, with her hand resting ant Jack's cock, leaned against his shoulder and wondered why she had gotten so uptight about seeing Billy fucking their mother. At the house she kissed Jack good-bye and went through the door completely relaxed, as if nothing had happened.

Betty was putting supper on the table when Joan walked in. She looked up and almost dropped the bowl she was carrying.

"Joan, darling. I'm so sorry about this afternoon. You shouldn't have seen that. It was something that had to happen but I should have had the door closed." She put the bowl down and went back to the stove. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Mom. I think I was a little jealous but it doesn't matter now. Nothing can upset me now." She sat down at the table and started drinking her tea.

"Do you think I'm perverted?" asked Betty.

"Oh, hell, no. I went to Billy's room at night before I found out how much better it is with someone you really love."

"Do you mean Jack?" asked Betty as she turned around to study her daughter's face.

"Yes. I'll never be satisfied with Billy again," said Joan with a big twinkle in her eyes.

Betty wanted to agree that Jack was quite a fucker but caught herself. There was no need to ruin Joan's happy mood. She just smiled and carried the rest of the food to the table, called Billy and sat down.

Billy came running in. "Joan, I'm sorry. I should…"

"Oh, shut up," said Joan. "It doesn't matter. Eat your supper and keep quiet."

After supper Joan, Betty and Billy watched television together for the first time in months. When the eleven o'clock news was over Betty went upstairs, leaving Billy and Joan to turn off the television and lights. She went quietly to Billy's room and grabbed the four golf balls off his dresser, then went to her room and closed the door.

She undressed, showered and sat down on her bed. She picked up one of the golf balls, feeling its weight, turning it around in her hand, rolling it around on her palm. Satisfied, she got up and went back to the bathroom, wet the golf balls in the sink and slipped them, one at a time, into her longing cunt. Holding her pink pussy lips closed with her fingers she went back to the bed and lay down.

With the light out she twisted her thin torso, causing the heavy balls to roll around with every move. The feeling was more intense than it had been with ping-pong balls. She pulled her legs up, placed the fingers of one hand in the lips of her cunt and other hand on her abdomen. She pressed down, making a ball pop out against her fingers. And she pushed it back in.