M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

But then he began moving.

At first, the movement was restrained, cautious, tentative, no more than an inch back and an inch forward.

But the furious grip of her sphincters was slowly easing – and Derek's stroking took on more power and depth, more speed, more urgency.

Faster and still faster he was pushing almost half the length of his cock in and out of her ass. Each instroke brought his heavy, hairy balls swinging up more strongly against her labia and clitoris, sending ever greater twinges of pleasure into battle against the pains shooting through her ass and lower back, easing those pains, causing her to relax that much more – and easing the way for even more insistent strokes from his dick.

After a few minutes, Derek was working the entire length of his prick in and out of her ass. Not as easily as with her cunt, of course, for still he was fighting the reluctant stricture of the more narrow channel with each stroke. But with considerably more ease than at first.

And with considerably less pain for Charlene.

Faster, harder, deeper – and then, all of a sudden, something inside Charlene changed. It happened without warning, and it was almost as if she'd broken through some inner barrier. Abruptly, all of the tension went out of her, all of the opposition, the resistance. Her ass seemed to loosen, her hips to unwind. She'd crossed some inner line.

Without warning, the pain seemed to disappear – and she gave Derek all of her ass.

"Oooooohh – yesssss…" she breathed as he slid his meat into her ass. "Yesss – yesss – fuck it – fuck my asssss…" Now she arched her ass towards him, hiking her hips to make it fully available to his prick, welcoming each injection of hard dick meat. She welcomed the feel of his shaft driving between the suddenly loosened sides of her anus, welcomed the way his dick forced the walls of her rectum apart, welcomed the way his glans bulged deep into her, threatening to ream right up through her bowels and into her stomach. She welcomed it -and she pushed her hips and ass backwards softly to meet his meat as it stroked into her.

That was the final turn-on to Derek. He'd won her ass, claimed that tight prize. She dug it, was getting off on his fucking.

Charlene felt penetrated as never before, aware of every detail of the reaming. Her fingers had closed like released springs into hard little balls of fists on the sofa cushions, and her tits felt as though they were singing, the ache in her nipples having spread outward to encompass the totality of both hanging, heaving, creamy mounds of seventeen-year-old tit flesh.

His cock was pile-driving, shit-driving in and out of her ass ever faster, ever more urgently.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Come in me!"

She wanted to feel his juice burning into her ass, craved it, needed it.

She could feel that tension growing in Derek's body, feel the shuddering as he slammed his cock into her even more brutally. She tried to bear down on the powerful sphincter muscles at the entrance of her nether channel, drew them tightly about the thick prick reaming in and out of her.

And then she was coming. It caught her by surprise, but abruptly she felt a sudden melting of her insides, felt the pleasures rising inexorably and explosively through her. She couldn't tell if it started in her cunt, in her clitoris, in her ass, where, but it started and was upon her all in a rush. She dropped her head low between her hunched shoulders. Great beads of sweat popped out all over her long, sinuous back. Her lovely titian hair hung down almost to the cushions. Her hips jerked, the cheeks of her lovely, flawless ass clenched and all the muscles inside her rectum tightened convulsively over the length of Derek's rigid dick.

"Ooohh – c-come in my ass – COME!" she whimpered, voice quivering with the throes of her orgasm.

She needn't have spoken because at that point nothing in the world could have stopped Derek from coming.

She felt the first load of his cream gush up into her like an enema, a scalding-hot clyster of an explosion that rocketed up her ass and filled the already totally crammed channel completely. Derek grunted as if shot, the ejaculation wrenched from him like a hemorrhage.

Again and again he shot into her, his cock swelling still more against her rectal canal, testing the holding power of those inner walls still farther. Each additional shot sent another load of hot, sticky, gooey spunk backing up along the length of his prick, crawling back towards her brutally stretched anus, there to drool out about the awesomely stretched sides of her asshole and drip down the insides of her ass cheeks and her thighs.

His spasms slowed. Derek began sinking to his weakening knees. Charlene's ass maintained its tight grip on his prick and she slipped slowly to her knees right along with him till the coupled couple were both kneeling, one locked to the other, both gasping for breath and moaning with exhausted pleasure.

Charlene even found pleasure in the miniscule friction of his limp dick being sibilantly withdrawn from her asshole.

She lay slumped against the couch, sucking in great draughts of air, breasts heaving, belly contracting, a steady stream of juice oozing from the again slightly puckered hole in her superb ass. She was as spent as Derek's cock and balls, unable to find the strength or will to so much as move while Derek smoothly went to the bathroom, sponged off, dressed…

After he'd gone, she knew, suspected, that something was up. Derek should have been at least as weak and spent as she herself was after the draining fucking. Perhaps, she thought, he was.

Then why had he been in such a raving hurry to get out of the apartment?

She was too tired, too thoroughly fucked out to concentrate on anything at that moment. She led her head loll forward onto her forearms and dozed…

Sometime later, Charlene knew, she must have awakened sufficiently to climb the stairs to her room. She hadn't come to consciousness with enough certainty to draw the bedcovers and get beneath them. She was sure of that, because when she woke up later – much later, and she never knew for certain what had done it – she was lying naked on top of the spread.

Spread on the spread. The phrase came to mind unbidden. She smiled, shifted slightly on the bed – and then groaned softly at the dull pains coursing through her anal region.

I must be red as a tomato back there. To make matters worse, looking in retrospect at her ass-fucking, she couldn't imagine or remember the sheer intensity of the moment's pleasure. It didn't seem worth it.

Though she knew it had been.

Damn!

Gingerly, long legs moving with slow, careful grace, she got to her feet. Her eyes went to the clock: four-ten a.m. And then she heard a noise.

It was muted, barely audible. Charlene strained, concentrated on picking it out. It seemed to be coming from downstairs. Quickly, she pulled on her robe and loosely belted it, then went down the steps as rapidly as she could – considering her delicate ache.

The sound was much clearer at the bottom of the steps. It was coming from her mother's room, from the other side of the closed door.

Is she in there fucking him right now? No! Even Derek can't be that insatiable!

She knew he could be.

Charlene paused outside her mother's door, pressed her ear close

… and then froze. What she was hearing was not the sound of passionate lovemaking.

What she was hearing was the sound of sadness.

Her mother was crying.

"Mom?" She tapped lightly on the door.

The weeping continued. A thought whisked over the periphery of her awareness: perhaps her mother had seen Derek and perhaps he'd told her of the afternoon fuck session they'd enjoyed.

But surely her mother wouldn't be broken up over that. After all, they'd both shared a single man simultaneously. Neither had been particularly broken up about it; quite the contrary – her mother had seemed all the more turned on for the experience.