M Jacobs - Mom_s naughty urge

"Well, Jessica, how about it? Wanna go upstairs and fuck me now?" Jessica Conners heard Dale Travers ask in a husky voice, his hand resting warm and heavy on her silky leg.

"Not tonight, Dale," she said softly, looking down at her drink. She half wished that she had never accepted his invitation earlier that evening.

"That's what you said last night and the night before, baby! You know, I might start to feel that you're not too interested in me! You wouldn't want to hurt my little feelings would you?" the husky man asked. Squeezing her warm leg just a bit.

"I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, Dale. You know that, don't you? It's just that… well… I just don't feel like it tonight. I know it sounds silly… but… it… it just doesn't do anything for me anymore," she said quietly, finding the courage to look into Dale's glittering eyes.

"Yeah? Well, it does sound kinda ridiculous. After all Jessica, you know I knew you long before your husband did. You were pretty damn free then," Dale said, moving his hand up her silken thigh.

"I… I know, Dale… but… well, things have just changed. I haven't been myself since Ken died. It just doesn't seem the same anymore… sex that is. I just don't enjoy it as much as I used to." Her mind flashed for a second with the memory of how she had experienced the joys of wild sex in Ken's bed.

"Sure, baby," he said, moving closer to her. "I understand how it is. At least I think I understand. But Ken's been gone for two years now. You can't keep holding back like this. You've just got to forget the past and try to be happy in the present and look forward to the future. You have to loosen up!" Dale looked deep into her lovely eyes.

"Please don't, Dale," Jessica said in a shallow voice. She was feeling hurt and just a bit angry at the man who had been trying to conquer her for the past few weeks. "Don't you know it still hurts?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Dale said, still moving his fingers closer and closer to the object of his desire. "But you can't go on hurtin' forever, Jessica. You've got to come off of it and start living again. You used to be free and easy. I never saw a frown on that pretty face of yours until Ken died. Baby, you've got to live again. Let me make you happy, Jessica. I always made you happy before Ken came along. Don't you remember all those wild times we had together, Jessica? Don't you remember all those wild nights in bed? Shit, baby, I remember one time when we got into it we didn't get out of bed for a week!" Dale felt his cock rising at the mere thought of the wild times he and Jessica had experienced before she had married Ken and settled down.

Jessica knew that Dale was right about everything. She had been in a miserable state since Ken had died of an automobile accident two years earlier. She hadn't allowed herself to take any enjoyment out of life since Ken had been taken from her. Jessica had given herself to him completely, and the shock of losing him so suddenly had torn her apart. She had managed somehow to put herself back together again with the help of her three sons, but there was still the spark of life missing.

Dale meant well. He wanted to give her back that spark of life. He wanted to get into her cunt too. All the men she knew seemed to want that. She could forgive him for his lust for her. She knew that she was still one of the most desirable women in the town of Lakeville, and all the men were itching to have a crack at her now that she was free again. But she wasn't really free, not the way they thought she was.

Jessica had been a free spirit in her younger years. In fact, she had been the swingingest teenager girl in town, and why not? She had had what it took to drive the boys wild, and she had used her fine feminine charms to advantage. She had jumped into the whirlpool of fuck-lust at an early age and, had enjoyed every hot minute of her sex life.

Jessica had done almost everything a girl could do with a boy by the time she was sixteen, and she had enjoyed each new experience more than the last. The boys had flocked to her like bees to honey, and by the time she had graduated high school she had earned her reputation as the town honey-pot.

It had been her reputation as an easy fuck that had been the cause of her one night of pain and anguish. She still remembered it as vividly as yesterday. If not for the love and understanding of her husband Ken, she would never have been the same after that night, the night of her eighteenth birthday.

Jessica remembered. She had been going out with a biker for a few days. Every time she recalled Toby Lockwood's name she writhed inside with utter disgust. He had treated her well enough at first, taking time to warm her up before he hauled out his huge nine inch cock and stuck it to her, but his gentle attentions didn't last long.

She had gone out with him three or four times to a cabin in the middle of a wooded area outside of town. The cabin had been used for a long time as a place for the local cycle freaks to bring their chicks for a fuck. Jessica would have preferred a nice comfortable motel room to the bleak atmosphere of the dirty cabin, but Toby never had enough money to afford the comforts she preferred. She had learned to tolerate the lumpy mattress and the dingy sheets for his sake.

She remembered that Toby had been acting a bit oddly that evening, as if she half expected something to happen. He seemed to be looking over his shoulder all the time. She remembered asking him if somebody was after him or something. After all, Toby was always getting into fights with his fellow bikers. She knew that he could handle himself in a fight, and that made her more concerned over the reason for his uneasiness. He had brushed her concern aside and hauled out his big fat cock, presenting it to her to suck for him.

Jessica remembered sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to fondle his naked dick and big hairy nuts. He dragged his balls out of his tight leather pants and let them hang loose. His rod snapped up in front of his tense body and rubbed against the shiny leather of his black motorcycle jacket. She wrapped her fingers around the dripping shaft of his cock and pulled the unyielding thing down until the purplish swollen head of it pointed right at her lips.

"Suck that dick, baby," she remembered hearing him say in a low and controlled voice. "Suck that fucker real good, Jessica. Take it all the way down your throat."

Jessica loved to suck cock, especially a cock as huge and hard as Toby's. She pressed her warm lips against the slippery head of Toby's swollen prick and planted wet loving kisses over its bulging knob. She kissed his dick from its shiny head to its root, where the long shaft of his tool disappeared in a nest of curly black hair.

Jessica could feel even now the jerking and throbbing of the biker's rock hard cock in her hand and against her lips. She remembered flicking out her tongue and letting the tip of it slide up and down the pole of flesh between Toby's strong legs. She licked eagerly at the underside of his rock hard prick, making it jerk harder and harder with each movement of her warm wet tongue.

"In your mouth, baby," she heard him say when his cock had grown to its full length and thickness. "Take that fucker in there and suck it all the way down your sweet throat."

Jessica did as she was told, and did it eagerly, opening her pretty mouth as widely as she could and taking his swelling cock into her tight throat. She felt the satiny head of his huge throbbing organ pushing into her oral channel, rubbing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth at the same time. She sucked hard on the jerking thing, taking it deeper and deeper down her throat. It wasn't long before she felt his cock-head pushing against the very back of her throat.