David Crane - Mom eyes the kids

When Diana Jackson woke up, she wondered why her husband wasn't in bed beside her. Then she heard him moving around the bedroom, in the pre-dawn light. Still groggy with sleep, she saw his silhouette framed against the pale oblong of the window and realized that he was getting dressed. He was being quiet and hadn't turned the lights on, not wanting to disturb her, evidently. But why in hell?

Then she remembered.

It was Saturday morning, and usually Diana and Dan lingered in bed on the weekends, doing a lot of sucking and fucking before the kids were awake – and then returned to bed for more, once Holly and Jimmy had gone out to play.

But Dan's boss had invited him on a hunting trip this weekend, which explained why Dan was up and getting dressed at this ungodly hour.

Dan hadn't been very enthused about going hunting, since he much preferred to spend the weekend using his prick on his voluptuous wife, shooting into pussy rather than stalking a defenseless deer. But he had deemed it politic not to turn down an invitation from his boss, hoping that socializing might lead to promotion.

Diana had been a bit disappointed, too, since she was a lady who loved plenty of prick and always looked forward to passionate weekends at home.

But then Diana, who was also a really naughty woman, had made a few plans of her own.

Diana had not been unfaithful to her husband for almost a year now.

And she had never cheated on him with his own teenaged son or daughter.

And these were very exciting ideas.

Now she lay quietly, wondering if she should let Dan know that she was awake. She supposed that they would have time for a quick fuck before he had to leave, but she couldn't decide if that was a good idea or not, in the light of the really naughty things she had planned.

It might be better to stay horny.

On the other hand, Diana was always horny, anyhow, and a single fuck wouldn't change that much.

Then she saw something that changed her mind.

Dan was starting to step into his pants, his outline dark against the pearly dawn light from the window, and as he raised one leg, his cockeyed wife saw the silhouette of his enormous cock hanging down.

That was plenty of inspiration.

"Dan?" she purred.

He looked up and his cock swung ponderously, throwing an elongated shadow across the floor. He was blessed with the biggest prick that Diana, in all her experience, had ever been lucky enough to encounter – which, truth be known, was the main reason she had wed him instead of one of her numerous other lovers and suitors.

"Did I wake you, dear?" he said.

"It's okay, darling," she murmured. He had lowered his leg now, without having stepped into his heavy wool hunting pants. But he was standing facing her now, his legs slightly spread, and she could still see the outline of his prick dangling down between his thighs.

His cock-knob was a heavy, wedge-shaped slab and his stalk was a thick tube, so that his prick was shapely as well as huge, the sort of contoured cock that pleased a lady.

"Why don't you come back to bed for a little while, darling?" Diana suggested.

She drew the covers aside and lay naked. If Dan was gifted with a gigantic cock, his wife had the female form to match it. Her tits were full and firm and capped by fat, rosy tips. Her legs were long and trim, her hips supple, her ass solid. Her blonde cunt bush was luxuriant, spreading in a wide vee from her groin and, below, her pussy was like a pool of quicksand, with her stiff cunt standing out like a pink post. Dan tossed his pants down and moved over to the bed, curling up beside her.

"Were you trying to escape without performing your marital duties?" she giggled.

"It's awful early, honey. I thought…"

"The early bird gets the worm," she chirped, and she folded her fist lovingly around his cock.

It was semi-hard and rubbery, but as she gently squeezed and kneaded and stroked, it began to stuff her fist full, stiffening and swelling to massive proportions.

She slid her hand down to the base and cupped his balls, finding them solid and swollen.

As she played with his prick, Dan bent down and began to lick her fat tits, running his tongue all over the mounds and up through the deep cleavage.

Then he sucked her big nipples into his lips, nursing on each rosy peak in turn.

Usually their Saturday morning routine was a leisurely affair, with plenty of foreplay and sucking before they began to fuck, but they didn't have the whole morning now and couldn't take the time.

She drew his cock toward her, holding the shaft and rubbing the big cock-knob around on her belly and into the curls of her cunt mound.

His head shifted up from her tits and he kissed her on the mouth, lips locking and grinding, tongues sliding back and forth. She had given him a blowjob the night before. The residue still flavored her lapper.

Sometimes Dan could taste that familiar hint of oral sex when she hadn't been blowing him, as well. It made him a little suspicious. But he had never mentioned it, and, anyhow, he hadn't noticed that phenomenon for almost a year now.

They French-kissed with passion, swapping tongues and saliva, panting and drooling into each other's mouth. Her blonde head turned on the pillow and her tits loomed up as she breathed with rising desire.

Then she arched her slim back deeply, parting her thighs and raising her knees.

"Fuck me, darling!" she purred.

With his mouth still clamped to hers, Dan shifted his ass and hips across and mounted her.

She guided the bulging head of his prick into her cunt slot. Holding his cock by the hilt, she tilted her wrist up and down, moving the knob in her pussy like some meaty paintbrush slapping on whitewash.

He braced, taking his weight on his knees, muscular thighs tensing and rippling. His hands slid under the big, firm globes of her ass and he lifted her loins up higher, to the angle of coupling.

He poised there, ready and waiting, as she continued to ladle her pussy with his cockhead. Cuntjuice was streaming from her slot, washing over his cock-knob and running down his prick like melted pearls. Her whole groin was lathered with that lavish flow.

A glob of gooey pre-cum oozed from his open pisshole and ran into her creamy tide in a spunk filigree.

Feeling that hot oil seep into her wet cunt, Diana moaned with desire, starting to undulate her hips. She cupped her belly and hooked her thighs and bridged her back, making a fucking platform of her pelvis.

Her hand stroked up and down on his thick cock, then she drew it away, freeing his weapon.

"Give it to me, darling – shove your big prick up me and fuck me silly!"

Dan nudged his cock-knob in.

Her cuntlips collared his cock, clinging and pulling and sucking, dragging him deeper. His ass jerked and he plowed in, sinking every inch of his formidable prick into her hot pussy, his balls swinging in and whacking against her ass with a dull, solid thud.

"Ahhhhh!" Diana sighed.

Dan held his cock buried to the root, loving the feeling of having every inch of his hard prick enveloped in her hot, clinging cunthole and giving her a moment to savor the thrill of being stuffed to the brim.

His cockhead was burning like a lump of smoldering iron in the core of her cunt, and his prick was levering around like a heated crowbar up her pussy while his balls ballooned against her ass.

Diana's well-used cunt was capacious – quite capable of holding two lesser pricks at the same time or of putting out in an endless gang bang.