E McCarver - Mother with the hots

Still rubbing her clit she slipped two fingers of her other hand into her slippery cunt. One of them fucked me while the other one watched. And then that one fucked me, too.

She started moving her fingers in and out of her dripping hole with the same rhythm she was rubbing her erect clit. I remember they had more energy than anyone that ever fucked me before. Their cocks were long and slender and they fucked fast. I came and came. Oh, I've got to take it easy with my fingernails!

Oh, damn. I'm coming already and I didn't get a chance to remember all the details this time either. Okay. I'll make it as good as I can. First I take my clit between my fingers like it was a little cock and I jack it off while I fuck myself with my fingers. One more finger. I'll fuck myself with three fingers and I'll come harder. Oh, God, it's good. I'll jack my clit a little faster and make it better.

Betty leaned her head back, her eyes closed tight and her mouth wide open. She pulled her knees up and stroked her clit between her fingers while she rotated three fingers around in her contracting pussy. Her breath come in little gasps and her belly quivered. Cunt cream gushed from her twat and she lowered her legs.

"It's not a young cock," she sighed aloud, "but, it's good." With her eyes still closed she started crying. When she could compose herself again she got up, went to the bathroom and drew a tub of warm water and soaked herself until she felt clean all over. She quickly washed and stepped from the tub, dried herself with a brisk rub of the towel and put on a clean robe. She straightened the cover on the bed and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

What got into me, she asked herself in her mind. I've got to get a hold on myself or I'm going to mess up good. She moved around the kitchen, taking containers of leftovers from the refrigerator and combining them to make soup for her lunch. I've got a date with James this evening. That'll make everything all right. When I'm with him everything seems to go so well. He's got a good, big cock, too.

Betty heated her soup and poured it into a bowl, took crackers from the cabinet and sat down at the kitchen table to eat. Her thoughts started roaming again. When the kids are with William I feel so lonely, she thought. What can I do to shake this feeling? Every other weekend it's the same, I'm alone and I don't know what to do.

She got up and poured herself a glass of Coke. Why can't I get interested in something the way other women do? I could take up ceramics or something, but I don't care for that kind of stuff. I guess the only thing I'm really interested in is making my pussy come.

Betty put her dirty dishes in the dishwasher and walked through the house, looking for something to do to take her mind off her loneliness. Once again she walked upstairs. In Joan's room she picked up dirty underwear and carried it to the clothes basket in Billy's room she picked up a golf ball and put it on his dresser with his ping-pong balls, then went to her own room.

I've got to do something, she thought. I could take up exercising but, God knows, I'm thin enough. She went to the full length mirror on the bathroom door and dropped her robe to look at herself. Her dark blonde hair was only sparsely streaked with gray and looked frosted. Her face was pretty, her blue eyes sparkled and her skin was tanned. She decided she didn't look a day over thirty, no, make that twenty-five.

She turned to the side and examined her body. Her breasts were full but firm and their thirty-eight inches stood out from her thin body as well as other women's did when supported by a bra. Her body tapered in to a twenty-five inch waist and there were no wrinkles across her abdomen although she had had two children. Her hips were well rounded and her long thighs and legs tapered gently, no lumps or broken veins were to be seen.

I guess I could pass for twenty-five if I had to, she thought. There's not another forty-one year old in town that can make that statement honestly. She ran her fingers through her dark brown cunt hair and smiled at her reflection. Still looking in the mirror she pressed her cunt lips open and looked at the thin, pink stripe that appeared in her curls. Suddenly she turned and ran out the door.

She went to the dresser in Billy's room and grabbed a handful of ping-pong balls and went back to her room. She pulled a pillow from under the spread and carried it to the foot of the bed and sat down. She wadded up the pillow and propped it under her head as she leaned back. Facing the bathroom door she pulled her knees up and watched as her cunt lips opened by themselves. She took a ping-pong ball and placed it between the lips of her pussy. Watching herself in the mirror she pushed it in. She laughed and placed another ball in the grip of her cunt lips. It didn't want to go in so she wet it in her mouth and popped it into her twat. One after another she wet the ping-pong balls and pushed them into her cunt until all four were lodged within her.

Betty stood up and carefully took a step. The sensation of having the balls roll around as she moved was quite stimulating. She walked out into the hall and down the steps. At the bottom of the stairs she turned around and went back up. Climbing the stairs was like having a long cock moving around in her cunt. Every step was a thrill. She went back to her room and put on her robe.

Now, she thought, now I'll just go about doing all the things I usually do and see what happens. God knows, I'm coming almost constantly. Why didn't I ever think of this before?

She bent over and touched her toes without bending her knees and the balls moved around and sent a small glob of cunt cream down her thigh. Next she placed her feet apart and bent forward again but instead of straightening up she dropped to a squatting position and one of the ping-pong balls shot across the room as if fired from a gun.

She retrieved the wayward ball from the corner of the room, washed it off, and popped it back into her pussy.

Oh, yes, she thought. This will keep me going until James comes this evening. Maybe I should keep them in while I go out with him. No. He has something to put in there, and I don't want to give him any reason not to fuck me. God, how I love to get fucked. Let me go down to the den. I'll put on some music and try doing the Twist, and the Charleston and a few other things.

She went down the stairs, two at a time.

Betty walked ahead of James King as they left the restaurant. At the curb he reached around her to open the car door. "I took the liberty of taking a room in a motel," he said as they pulled out into the street.

"Why? I have that big house."

"Your kids might come before you expect them. Besides, I feel like I should furnish the place."

"You never were practical. You could stay at my place until time for the kids to get back tomorrow afternoon. Nobody would know the difference." She put her hand on his thigh.

"Are you in a hurry?" he asked as he dropped his hand over hers.

"I don't want to waste any time when I'm with you."

"After we're married we'll be together all the time."

"James, you know I can't marry now. I have to get my life straightened out first. The doctor says if I can't remember what it is that's bothering me I'll never be happy," said Betty.

"Can I help?"

"No. There's something unpleasant but I don't know what it is. All I remember is happy incidents."

James turned in at the motel. "Do you want a drink at the bar?"

"No thanks."

They walked into the room hand in hand. James turned to make sure the door was locked. When he turned back around Betty had slipped off her blouse and was working on the button and zipper of her skirt.

"You are in a hurry, aren't you?" he laughed.