Midge Gette: The more the sexier

"I can't help feeling she's up to something," Debbie said. "You know she's full of tricks, Mother. Sometimes I think she just goes out of her way to embarrass us."

The mother sighed. Her younger daughter was an enigma to her and she had long ago given up trying to understand or control the girl, "Just don't worry about it, dear," she said. "It's better to have the two of them interested in each other than always underfoot. I get quite weary of Nate at times."

"I wish he didn't have such a common look about him."

"Common? Debbie, how can you say such a thing? The Dugalls are not and never have been common! My mother was a Lowell, remember?"

"I remember. Just the same, Uncle Nate isn't anything like you. No one would ever take him for your brother."

"Perhaps not. I'm more Lowell, I know, but we mustn't forget how good he's been to us. After all, dear-"

"Oh, I know, I know. I just wish he'd look like a millionaire!"

"We're not sure he is," her mother reminded her. "Oh, I know people think so, but we're not sure. In any case, people accept him as an eccentric." She sighed again. "Eccentric millionaires are not uncommon, but like you, Debbie, I could wish he were more interested in cultural pursuits."

"Well, he's not going to improve by hanging around with Sharon!"

"You ready?" Herman Carlson knocked and entered. "It's after eight o'clock," he informed his wife.

Debbie laughed. "Hermie can't seem to understand that you just don't arrive on time at these affairs, Mother," she remarked, and gave her husband an inspec-tive look. "You didn't get a haircut," she accused him.

"I don't need one. Come on, honey, let's get the show on the road." He stood, awkward in height and harassed of face, a decent young man in his late twenties who, after six years of marriage, nursed a bruised love for his wife that had turned once-merry brown eyes into tired orbs of hunger and disillusionment. "Aren't you going out tonight, Mother Parker?" he asked.

"Not tonight. I'm expecting Dwayne and Lorraine over later."

"She turned down Gloria's invitation to the party tonight," Debbie said sharply. "I wish you'd say something to Dwayne, Mother. It's the second invitation in a row she's refused."

"1 will, dear. I hope he comes alone tonight. Lorraine did tell Gloria that she isn't feeling well, didn't she?"

"So Gloria said, but she doesn't believe it, and neither do I. I think it's rotten of her and mean of Dwayne not to make her accept."

"I'll speak to him, dear. I'm sure he probably doesn't even know they were invited at all. Lorraine can be quite sneaky at times."

Not wanting an argument, Mrs. Parker quickly shooed the two out of her room. Finally alone, she thought fondly of her son-maybe too fondly, because a familiar aching in her loins soon preoccupied her.

"Wish he would hurry up and get here," the attractive woman murmured. "And if his wife's not with him… it'll be like old times!"

She remembered those old times-exciting times that mother and son shared together. It was their secret, their hidden pleasure to enjoy each other fully. It was when the servants had begun to gossip that Dwayne had married Lorraine and moved away. Still, whenever they could get together…

Mrs. Parker parted her robe, glad she had put nothing else on after her shower. She saw herself in a full-length mirror on the wall: she looked like a sister of Dwayne, not a mother with her full, firm breasts; slender legs, and smooth torso leading down to a delectably bushy mound. That mound was now aching with need and the hungry woman covered it with her hand and began a sensuous massage.

"Ooooh, Dwayne… hurry, darling!" she gasped, her fingers becoming wet with flowing juices.

She tossed her robe open to fully expose her attractive, heaving body. Her legs crawled apart, offering her pink, dribbling slit to her twitching fingers.

"What if he's delayed?" she gasped. "I can't wait… I need to come! Damn, I better masturbate or I'll be too far gone when he shows up!"

Thus resolved, the pretty mother went to work on her hot, aching cunt. One hand pried open her juice-soaked pussy lips while three fingers of the other hand slid up into her inflamed canal. They journeyed farther and farther up the well-trodden path until the probing digits filled up Mrs. Parker's womb.

"God, that's what I need!" she moaned. "I need to come so bad… and my lovely fuck-fingers should do the trick!"

She bent her knees, digging her heels into the chair, and raised her hips up. As she did so, she managed to press another inch of fingers into her burning cuntal passageway.

"Oh, Lord, I'm so fucking hot! Dwayne! Dwayne!" Mrs. Parker mewled in a frenzy, imagining with lust the long, thick meat of her son's prick.

She began to thrust her hips up and down, repeatedly swallowing her stiff fingers. Syrupy juice flowed out of her drenched sex furnace and onto her hand, making it gleam in the lamplight. Her entire arm trembled and quaked from the increasing convulsions of her lust-ridden body.

"Ahhhhh… Ohhhhh!" she moaned deliriously, her senses reeling in the face of coital pressure. "It's happening so fast… can't stop…"

Frantic with the approaching orgasm, Mrs. Parker renewed her attack on her inflamed pussy while the middle finger of her other hand reached around to gently massage the rubbery entrance of her asshole. Soon her digits were attacking both openings with a steady rhythm, and she stuck her tongue out in frequently successful attempts to lick her stiff nipples.

"Here I… God, another few seconds… can't control myself… Eeeee!"

Just as satisfaction was about to be hers, a knock sounded at the door. Flustered, the older woman quickly tossed her robe together.

"C-come… in!" she gasped.

Her face broke into a flushed grin when her handsome son entered the room. And a mischievous grin spread across his features when he recognized with familiarity his mother's condition.

Mrs. Parker couldn't waste time. "Oh, Dwayne, I tried to… to wait for you… but I couldn't… I got so horny just thinking of you!"

"No problem, Mom, your dutiful son is here!" he called, advancing on the casually concealed woman.

She flung open her robe and spread her legs, offering her dripping, pink pussy to her son's feasting eyes.

"Thank God!" Mrs. Parker yelped. "Hurry, Dwayne… get down here and lick your mother's twat!"

Though this development was rather sudden and he thought his mother was being randomly indiscreet, the young man realized she was at a stage where her intense need couldn't be denied. He kneeled down between her upraised legs and lowered his head until his nostrils were filled with the heady musk scent of flowing female juice.

"Hmmmm… you do seem pretty hot," he whispered.

"Shit, don't tease me!" Mrs. Parker howled. "Stick your tongue inside my pussy!"

Dwayne happily complied. His long licker rolled out and immediately loud slurping noises echoed in the room as he lapped up her warm, syrupy fluid. He rubbed his tongue lovingly along the shuddering twat lips, pausing occasionally to nibble at the succulent flesh. His lewd actions quickly drove the older woman into a frenzy of uncontrolled lust.

"Oh, Christ! Feels so good… need it so bad!" his mother babbled. "More… lick me more… I'm almost there!"

Realizing that his mother was rapidly approaching the point of no return, Dwayne pried apart her grasping cunt lips and drove half his face into the steaming womb from whence he came, nibbling and licking as he advanced.

"Oooowweeee!" the mother shrieked, her face contorted and her eyes rolling in their sockets. "That's it… eat me… Eat me!"

Dwayne grabbed her widespread legs and forced his wet prod between her clenched cunt walls. His tongue invaded her inner recesses with rapid circular motions and he joyously drank in her cascading juices. His teeth ravaged the tender cunt meat until, for the coup de grace, he stiffened his member and began to bob his head back and forth.