E McCarver - Mother with the hots

When Jack returned to his car Betty was sitting in the front passenger seat. "Get in and drive off just like I wasn't here," she said.

Jack got in and backed out into the street. "You heard?"

"I heard. She's sending you home with a case of lover's nuts. I don't think it's fair, but I don't tell her what to do." She slipped over next to him as he started down the street. "Are you in a hurry to get home?"

"No, ma'am."

"There's a motel out on the Midville highway. We could go out there," Betty worded it as a simple suggestion but the tone in her voice was like a demand.

"Yes, ma'am." Jack made a right turn and went out toward Midville.

Betty slipped farther over, leaning against Jack when they were out of town. She put her hand on his thigh and rubbed lightly. "Do you think maybe I can help relieve some of the tension Joan helped you build up?" she asked.

"At the motel?" Jack's voice trembled a little.

"In a room at the motel."

"You and me in a motel room?" Jack's voice had gone up at least half an octave.

Betty reached over and took his right hand off the steering wheel and guided it into the opening of her robe and against her breast. Jack curled his fingers around a firm tit, then pulled his hand out of her robe and put it around her and let it hang over her shoulder and back down to her breast again.

"You're not teasing me, are you, Mrs. Howard?"

Betty's hand moved up his thigh to feel the bulge in his pants. "I'm not teasing at all. Do you want me?"

"Oh, yes, yes, ma'am." He had to fight to hold the car on the road.

"Tell me just exactly what you want, Jack. Use the dirty words and tell me what you're going to do to me."

"I'm going to the motel, and I'm going to sleep with you."

"Jack, if that's what you're going to do you might as well take me home. We can sleep in our own beds."

"Ma'am?" He eased up on the gas, unsure of himself.

"Use the short, dirty words, Jack. My hand is on your cock. Now, tell me what you're going to do."

Jack thought a moment before saying, "I'm going to screw you."

"Tell me more, and what you're going to do is fuck me."

"Oh, hell, Mrs. Howard. It just doesn't sound right. I mean saying that to my girlfriend's mother."

"Feel where my panties are stretched tight, Jack." She patted the hand that was on her titty.

Jack pulled his hand out of her robe and took it from around her neck, then laid it on her knee and pushed it up her thigh until he felt her cunt hair.

"You aren't wearing any panties."

"That's right," she said as she pushed his hand down between her thighs. "Now tell me what you're going to do."

"I'm going to push my cock in there where my hand is…"

"Where?"

"In your pussy. I'm going to push my cock up in your pussy, and fuck you while I suck your tits. I'm going to keep fucking you until I bust my nuts and shoot my cum in you. How's that?" Jack was working his finger between her hot cunt lips where they were slick with her pussy juice.

"There's the motel up ahead. That's fine, but I'll bet you do more than that before you're through. I have an idea you're going to use more than your cock and I'm going to use more than my cunt before you take me home." She reached in her robe pocket and took out a bill. She looked at it as they passed a mercury vapor lamp, put it back and took out another. By the lights at the motel she could see that it was a twenty.

"Here, Jack." She handed him the bill. "Go get us a room. All I have on is this robe."

He took the money and went into the office. In no time at all he was back with a key. He drove down to the end of the motel and got out. Betty followed him into the room and sat down on the bed.

"Time to get out of those clothes," she said.

Jack kicked off his loafers and unbuttoned his shirt. He found a hanger and placed his shirt on it. He took down another hanger and removed his pants and hung them up. In just his shorts and socks he looked over at Betty.

"Aren't you going to undress?"

"I'll let you take my robe off. Go ahead and get out of your things."

Jack stood on one foot to remove a sock, then stood on that bare foot to pull off the other. He looked at Betty, then turned his back to her and pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them and looked back over his shoulder at Betty again.

"You might as well turn around, you're standing in front of a mirror," she laughed. Jack looked back and saw her reflection in the big mirror in front of him. He turned around and took a step toward her. She stood up and held her arms out to him while looking at the massive cock protruding from his crotch and swaying slightly as he walked toward her.

As he came close Betty dropped one of her hands to reach for his gigantic cock. She'd seen a lot of cocks but never one of such magnitude on an eighteen-year-old. Her fingers didn't quite reach around it, and it must have been more than ten inches long.

"Jack Edwards, where did you ever get such a big cock? If only Joan knew what she's missing!"

"Gee, Mrs. Howard. Do you really think it's big?" Jack reached for the sash at her waist, caught it and pulled. The robe opened just enough for him to see the valley between her titties, her belly button and just a little of the brown curls at her cunt.

Betty dropped her shoulder and the robe started sliding. Jack didn't wait. He reached out and pushed it down her arm. She slipped her arm out and changed hands on his cock so he could finish getting her robe off.

As the robe dropped to the floor Jack stepped back to look at Betty until her hand on his cock stopped him. Her dark blonde hair hung past her shoulders and her blue eyes smiled at him. Her skin was tanned but still had that rosy look and her enormous tits pointed at him without sagging. Their silver dollar size areolas were dark against the lighter mounds and her large nipples were erect. Betty's waist was like a wasp's and her hips flared out and were smooth. The dark brown hair around her cunt was curly and glistened with the moisture of her lubricating oils.

"Good gosh, Mrs. Howard. You're beautiful," said Jack, still looking, his eyes open as wide as his mouth. "You're beautiful."

"What was it you said you'd do to me?" asked Betty.

"I… I said… I don't remember," he stammered as he reached out to put a hand on each tit.

"Let's get on the bed," said Betty as she pulled him toward her. "Let's get on the bed and see if you can remember."

She turned him around and when the bed was just behind his knees she pushed him down across it and dropped to her knees and had his cock in her mouth before he knew what was happening. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and pulled the skin back with her fingers as she ran her tongue around the ridge at the back of his cock head.

"Ohh! Gosh!" moaned Jack.

Betty pushed his knees up and took his balls in her palm, rolling them around. She let his cock slip from her lips as she raised her head and looked up at his face. He was holding his head up, watching her. She smiled and bent back down, licking her way from the tip of his cock to the base down the top. Turning her head she pulled his cock to the side and licked her way back out to the tip.

She tried to stick the tip of her tongue into the little slit at the tip of his cock head and then pushed his hard rod over to the other side and licked her way back down to its base. This time she opened her mouth and pushed one of his balls in. She moved her tongue around it and let it go and licked her way back to the end of his cock on the opposite side.

Clear oil glistened on Jack's cock head and she licked it off before taking the full length of his shaft into her mouth and throat. The head of his cock wedged itself into the constriction of her throat and she kept pressure on the rest of it with her tongue and teeth and lips. And then she started moving, slipping his cock head back up into her mouth and jamming it back into her throat while she varied the pressure on the rest of his prick.