Donna Allen: Hot loving mom

"Move it!" he said. "Come on, shake that ass!"

Kerry Larson turned her head on the pillow and gazed at her husband of twenty years. She was consumed with rage, but didn't want him to know. She knew from long experience that he became nastier when she was angry mid more selfish in bed than usual. And he was always selfish and self-centered in bed. All the years of their marriage.

Except for the first year and the birth of their son, Jason, her entire marriage had been a bust. Oh, sure, Elliot made a good living and always brought home his paycheck. But he was a clod. A boring clod who thought fucking was for the man's, benefit and that the woman deserved nothing.

She knew she would have to eventually do what he wanted so she slowly turned aver and lay on her belly. "I'm in position, lord and master," she said sarcastically.

"Shit, look at her, will you?" he said. "Get on your knees so I can reach it."

"Reach what?"

"Reach your asshole, bitch!"

Kerry raised her body and stuck her ass out in the air. "You, mean like this, slob? Is this what you want? You want to relieve yourself in my butt? Well, go ahead, but don't take too long. I'm tired."

"You're not too tired to spend my money in the department stores downtown though, are you?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I was just kidding," she said, kneeling on the bed with her cheek resting on her arm and her ass in the air. The last thing she wanted was another argument. Elliot had been known to slap her around when he got angry enough and she didn't need a black eye.

"Kidding, sure," he mumbled, lifting his undershirt over his head.

Kerry shut her eyes tight and waited for the penetration. She knew there would be no foreplay. Elliot thought foreplay was a golf term. He thought when his cock was hard it was time to fuck. Even if her cunt was bone dry.

Still, Kerry was horny and she had hopes that one of these nights he'd tiring her off too. It happened occasionally, it was inevitable, she thought wryly. Her pussy was so horny that once in a while her body responded even to his awkward fumbling.

Swaying her hips in his face, she shivered with horniness. "Come on Elliot," she said. "If I'd wanted to be a nun I'd have entered a convent."

"Look who's rushing things," he snickered nastily. "The all-time ice-cube."

"Ice-cubes melt when they're handled the right way," she said sweetly.

He rubbed his prick around her cunt. That felt good. She knew he was only doing that to turn himself on, but it didn't matter. She'd take what she could get.

Kerry had always been a hot-blooded woman. Even as a teenager. That was why she'd married so young. Her mother had warned her that sixteen was too young to make a life-time commitment, but she hadn't listened. And had lived to regret it.

But Elliot had been so damn good-looking in those days and so sexy. She'd had no way of knowing the honeymoon would last such a short time and the living together would last so long. Kids didn't listen to their mothers. They should hold classes in school about those things. Then maybe young girls with hot pussy's would learn something about life.

There were compensations of course. She had a terrific kid in Jason and a nice house. As far as she knew Elliot was faithful and in his own way he loved her. She loved him, sort of. So far she hadn't cheated on him and she'd had plenty of opportunities. She was still a good-looking woman with big tits that hardly sagged and a nice flat belly from daily exercise. Sure, maybe she'd gained an inch or two around her hips, but she knew she was still built like a brick shit-house. She saw the way men stared at her when she walked down the street. There was no mistaking the look in their eyes. She was a juicy-looking, fuckable woman in the prime of her life with a clod for a husband.

"Is it going to happen in my lifetime?" she said sweetly, arching her neck and gazing at Elliot. "Or are you going to wait until I'm dead and then cornhole my asshole when I'm in my coffin."

"What a mouthy bitch," he said, compressing his cockhead and slowly wedging it into her asshole.

"Don't hurt me!" she shouted.

"Why don't you open the window and tell the neighbors what a bastard you're married to?" he growled.

"They already know," she hissed.

"Bitch!" he said.

"Save your energy for sticking it in," she said. "You need all of it you can gather."

He grunted in response. Actually she didn't mind getting buggered. When it was good, it was very good. There was something about having a cock in her bung that was a terrific turn-on. When it was good, she played with her cunt while he fucked her asshole and she usually managed to have a pretty good orgasm. That is, when he gave her enough time. Please, dear God, she thought as Elliot tried without success to force his dick into her butt-hole. Let me come tonight. I'll do anything you say, but let me have an orgasm tonight. I really need it.

He lunged forward then and Kerry's face was buried against the pillow. "Jesus, don't kill me!" she cried.

"Stop complaining, bitch," he said. "Think about all the slut you can buy downtown tomorrow."

"Fuck you!"

She knew he liked the view from this angle. She knew her cunthole was totally exposed and that Elliot liked to see her this way. Both fore and aft exposed and open for his pleasure. There was something Kerry liked about it too. The feeling of being mounted like a bitch in heat appealed to her. Maybe it was ages old from prehistoric times. She didn't know, but there was something very exciting about it. Was it because she couldn't see him? Was it the element of danger? God knows I need all the excitement I can find, she thought.

Elliot had always loved her body, she'd give him that much. He even liked her thick growth of pussy-hair. It grew down her inner thighs and into her asscrack and sometimes Elliot licked it and that was very nice. Except that she couldn't remember the last time he'd done that. Maybe five or six years ago.

Her pussy was wet with cunt-slime at the moment. Elliot brought his prick from her as to her cunt and wet down his cockhead with her juice. She was growing impatient, but knew that if she complained he'd slow down purposely and she'd just remain frustrated longer.

She shivered when he suddenly pushed a finger into her asshole.

"What do you know, you're alive," he snarled, moving a finger in and out and opening up her shitter.

"Take it easy, Romeo," she said. "That's a real live woman you're poking."

"If you don't like the way I fuck, why don't you find yourself a boyfriend?"

"Oh, shit, don't tempt me!"

"You're too lazy to cheat," he said. "You'd have to get up out of bed and stay out of the stores for a change."

"Don't bet on it," she said. "There are plenty of fish in the ocean."

"Yeah, I'm real worried," he said. "Okay, now!"

She held her breath as his cockhead pushed against the tight ring of her shitter. She forced herself to rein and let the rest of his dick in.

"Fuck, you're tight!" he grunted as he shoved his entire prick up her bung. He held her hips tightly, digging his nails into her flesh and swaying back and forth as he reamed her shit-chute.

Kerry moved a hand to her cunt and began masturbating. If he gave her enough time she would definitely come tonight. She was like a loaded gun. Ready to go off when the trigger was pulled. Only she needed enough time.

There was the usual moment of pain when he began sliding his big dick in and out of her bowels. But it was soon followed by the exquisite sensation of having her asshole packed with his stiff meat and she moaned and frigged her cunt in a frenzy. She breathed rapidly and used her free hand to caress her tits.