John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

He had halted his invasion, but his hips continued a slow grinding motion that worked his prick about inside the clenching sleeve of slippery tissue, loosening the hot grip until Joyce stopped whimpering and began wiggling her ass in response.

Gripping her quivering thighs for leverage, Ted pulled his cock back, tugging her sphincter muscles outward with the reversed pressure of his flared glans. Then, just as slowly, he slid the joint back into her intestine, feeling the muscles rippling and squeezing the pulsating invader.

"Still want me to stop, Aunt Joyce?" he grunted, fucking her with increasing speed, each thrust driving the head of his prick farther up into the hot sheath of wriggling wetness.

Her eyes glared at him, and her sensual lips drew back in a savage snarl that bared her teeth. Perspiration beaded on her furrowed brow as she rolled her head from side to side on the sweat-dampened pillow.

"I'll be damned!" came Ralph's unbelieving cry. "She likes it! You're practically splitting her wide open, and she likes it!" His fingers raced up and down the engorged shaft of his cock, and the other hand cupped and squeezed his hairy balls. "And all these years, she wouldn't let me even try to get it in there!"

Ted ignored the man's exclamation as he rammed still deeper into the churning slickness, wrenching another gasp from the woman whose asshole was being frictioned into a spasming circle of tingling nerves that threatened to explode at any moment. The huge cock was racing in and out, massaging and filling, pumping and sucking in a blend of sensations she had never before dreamed possible.

"Harder!" she hissed, working her hips to increase the almost intolerable ecstasy of that pistoning hardness. "Please, Ted! Do it harder!"

His hairy pubic arch slapped her gaping cunt with each savage thrust, creating a wet, obscene sound that blended with the softer squish of his prick as it bored through her froth-ringed anus. The bed trembled beneath his assault, the thick mattress yielding to the powerful hammering of his hips as he fucked her.

She came, her body arching and trembling with the tremors that raced through her empty vagina, and her cunt juice gurgled out to trickle down onto the thick cock, oiling the cylinder of pounding lust until the squishing became a loud slurping as it drove through the hot wetness.

Again, ecstasy ripped through her pussy, the pleasure-fire fanned by the prick that ripped in and out of her spasming ass, seeming to fill her belly to the bursting point as it roared up into her ass, then leaving a hungry ache as it retreated for another thrilling plunge.

A third climax thundered from deep inside her vagina, and she felt the big cock ram its thick column to a depth she tried to increase by the frantic writhing of her ass. The prick jerked, thrilling her intestinal walls with its hot lunges, and Ted's sperm laved the tender tissues as it spurted into her colon with a force that made her whole body convulse in ecstatic response.

Her muscles stripped the jetting hardness, sucking the ropey come from him with instinctive undulations, and she whimpered in lust as the prick slid back to pop out of her still-hungry ass.

Joyce felt her body being turned, and she knelt on the bed, face buried in her folded arms, her rounded ass poking upward and outward, dripping Ted's semen from its well-stretched entrance. She didn't recognize Ralph's prick until he had buried it to the balls in her intestinal grip.

It didn't matter. She was being fucked again, and her body was answering the savage ravishment with yet another bucking orgasm. Ralph had never brought such violent and delightful quivers to her cunt during all their years of marriage as he was now producing in her spasming rectum.

She rolled her head to one side and found herself staring at her nephew's still-rigid cock as the youth positioned himself beside her and aimed the plum-like head at her wet lips. Behind her, Ralph's hips hammered her wiggling buttocks with increasing speed, and she knew he was watching Ted's approach.

She opened her mouth wide, tasting the tart masculinity of the big prick that strained her jaws with its size, and punished her throat with its determined shove. Greedily, she began sucking, flaying the cock with her lashing tongue.

It was only later, when she could think about it without feeling the ecstasy of two male organs invading her flesh, that Joyce realized Ralph had fucked her even harder after Ted eased his prick into her mouth.

"Don't you see, darling?" Joyce explained to her frowning husband. "I have to do it."

Ralph Porter began an angry protest, but halted it with a long sigh.

His broad shoulders slumped and he sat down heavily on the bed, watching his wife check her reflection in the dresser mirror.

"I'm beginning to wonder," he said dejectedly, "if we shouldn't have stayed at home."

Joyce turned, giving him a wet-lipped smile, happy at what she had just seen in the glass. Whatever else Ted's erotic demands had accomplished, they had stripped years from her appearance.

"Let's not start arguing again," she urged. "You'll have to admit that you enjoyed yourself last night."

He nodded dully, lacing his fingers about one knee. "That was last night," he reminded her. "Today, I have an emotional hangover." His mouth twisted. "We were like animals!"

She leaned over and kissed his forehead, twisting away as he reached for her magnificent breasts, their resilient mounds bouncing behind the almost-transparent dress.

"Silly!" she smiled. "We are animals! Now, you stop fretting. Go for a walk or something."

"Sure!" he grunted. "Walk and think about what he's doing to you. My God! After last night, I don't see how he can even think about sex!"

She walked to the door, buttocks undulating with more freedom that he had ever witnessed in those firm cheeks. Turning, she said, "Just think about the security we have here, darling. Ted's already told you we can buy anything within reason and simply charge it to him."

He waited until the door closed behind her before murmuring, "Just how much is a guy supposed to charge for letting another man screw his wife?"

Down the hallway, in his own bedroom, Ted Morgan faced a bewildered Clyde Porter, smiling at the lad's confused expression from the comfort of a deep chair.

"I'll say it again, Clyde," Ted said with exaggerated patience. "How would you like to screw Aunt Joyce?"

Clyde's fingers ran nervously through his blond hair. "You've gotta be putting me on!" he exclaimed, shifting his feet on the expensive carpet. "She's my mother!"

Ted's wide shoulders shrugged expressively. "Lots of guys poke their old ladies. Hell! What's wrong with it?"

"Christ!" his companion said forcefully. "I couldn't do a thing like that."

His head snapped about as a gentle knock sounded, and Ted called, "Come in, Aunt Joyce."

Joyce Porter entered the room, her eyes widening as she saw her son.

Then, the long lashes swept down to hide her expression. She looked at the grinning Ted.

"I can come back," she said hesitatingly. "I didn't know…"

Ted waved a hand to halt her words, and told her, "Just lock the door."

Then, as she turned to twist the latch, Ted added, "I think you'd better explain to Clyde about the house rules."

Joyce looked back and forth at the two boys, chewing gently on her full lower lip. She took a step toward her son, then halted.

"Darling," she said in a soft voice. "I'm sure you remember how happy your father was when Ted offered us a home here."

Clyde nodded, one brow lifting questioningly. "Sure," he answered. "We were getting pretty tight."

"Then," his mother continued, "you know how important it is that we do whatever is required to make our situation permanent."