Unknown - Mom_s in on the marriage

She pried apart his lips with her tongue, and ran it far into his mouth, sliding it over his own and clashing her teeth against his, mixing her excited breath with his gasp of shock. His hands tightened upon her breasts, and Lauralee ground her hairy snatch into him with savage, hungry arcs.

Hotly searing flames leaped within her, and she tugged at the man, yanked him from the barstool and dragged him to the center of the room, her hands ripping at his slacks. Marshall couldn't get himself together, but when she pushed him to the carpet and stripped away his pants, his shorts, her ex-husband's prick leaped out strong and thick, the rosy head glowing and blue veins bulging along the swollen staff.

"It's a perfectly beautiful cock," she breathed. "I never knew how lovely it was, how powerful and big."

"L-lauralee…"

She didn't even let him get his shirt off. Fiercely, she pried his legs apart and kneeled between his hairy thighs to bite his belly. Marshall twisted in surprise, and she took a good grip upon the base of his rigid shaft, plunging her mouth over the distended cockhead, sucking it along her flicking, coiling tongue, pulling it back to caress the velvet chalice of her throat.

Lavishly, she fondled that pulsing knob, bobbing her head up and down in a steady, lascivious rhythm. She felt this new-old prick responding, this wonderful hard meat she had never before tasted. For a shivering moment, Lauralee considered blowing him all the way, eager to know the spurting cascade of his semen in her throat. But she wanted to be screwed more. There would be time later to give Marshall all the hotly siphoning head he might crave. Lifting her mouth from around his slippery rod, she crawled astride his body, coming up on her knees and clinging to his pole.

"Now," she panted, "now I'm going to show you how I can fuck, baby. I'm guiding this big, sweet cockhead up into my cunt lips, into these hot lips that are wet and slidy for it."

Pushing the bulb into her labia, Lauralee gyrated sensuously, forcing her weight down upon it and knowing the sensation of the sponge-hard glans moving into her opening. It was familiar in shape and texture, but different now, strange and exciting because she wanted it, WANTED it.

"So hard," she moaned, "so good, baby." His upright cock slipped on up into the greasy clenching of her aroused vagina, and the satin glove caressed it, drew it full length, until her crotch came down upon his pelvis and it was buried to the stem.

Rotating her ass, churning her belly, Lauralee whirled upon the embedded meat, forcing the ballooned knob around inside her pussy, grinding the thick trunk against her inflamed clitoris and pumping, pumping. Marshall was gasping, and his hands fumbled out to find and hold onto the swinging cheeks of her trim ass. He was thrusting back, lifting it up into her, meeting her driving strokes with his own and being screwed as she had never laid it to him before in all their married life.

But before he could get too turned on, she pulled at his hips and made him roll over on top of her. Now, she thought dizzily, now it feels deeper and longer, and it's possible to get legs around him. Long and sleek, smooth and lean, her legs made a net over his heaving body, and Lauralee tilted them up as she went back upon her shoulders.

"Fuck me, fuck!" she chanted, trying to squeeze him ever deeper into the seething cauldron of her snatch. "Jam that meat hard into my pussy, darling – harder – harder! Ah, that's the way!"

Seesawing up and down, swivelling her hips and banging her greedy pelvis into his, Lauralee screwed her lover furiously, demandingly, wringing her juicy snatch around his pistoning club and humping him with animal hunger.

"Lauralee!" he grunted. "Oh baby – never before – ahh, I can't hold it back – your pussy is too hot and slippery, too damned good – all soft and gripping – uh-uh-uh! Coming, baby – I'm coming!!"

"Squirt your hot come into me!" she hissed, raking her clawed fingers into the cheeks of his ass and biting into the base of his throat. "I want to feel your semen, lover – oohh! Yes, yes, that's it – all bubbling and frothy, all thick and creamy – ooh! You're doing it, darling; you're pumping me full of your wonderful come and making me come, TOOO!"

His cockhead continued to flex convulsively as spate after spate of boiling liquid rinsed down her twitching vaginal walls and drenched her womb. Lauralee could feel his balls leaping into the cleft of her ass and hear his breath sobbing, feel his chest lurching. His ecstasy was her own, and she squirmed wantonly, voluptuously upon his spitting prick.

When Marshall sagged, all his power momentarily gone from his body and his cock stilled while the syrupy milk bathed it inside her caressing snatch, she cradled him in her arms and crooned wordless love sounds into his ear, punctuating them with dartings of her tongue.

An eternity later, Marshall sighed and said, "Oh damn; that was the finest piece of ass I ever had. It was something I always wanted from you, Lauralee – that fire and fury, to go with your gorgeous body. But I never thought it would happen, baby. What – how the HELL did you manage to change so damned quick, and so completely?"

Lauralee hesitated, grinding slowly upon his still-hard shaft, relishing the greasy, slippery feel of it. She had practically raped this man she used to be married to, hammered him and screwed him with feral savagery, and Marshall had adored it. Should she tell him now, describe what had happened to her through Bettina and that X-rated motel, the wanton scenes with their own son?

Later, she decided, and backed off his throbbing club, kissing his chest and licking hotly at each of his nubby nipples, biting gently at his hairy belly and sliding down, ever downward. There it was, sturdily upright against her throat, and Lauralee rubbed her cheek against the distended meat, exulting in the soapy residue that was still dripping from Marshall's cockhead.

Nibbling at the stem of his rod, she licked around into the wet hairs, and tenderly drew his balls into her mouth, tugging upon them as she bathed them with her actively seeking tongue. He flinched and shuddered, and she began to lick a tingling path up the length of his prick, tormenting the underside of the foamy glans with the tip of her tongue.

"Now," she breathed, "now I'll eat you, darling. It's something we've never done before, and we're long overdue for this. Umm – your cock really looks delicious."

His voice flowed down upon her. "Lauralee, are you sure…"

Then she gulped at his turgid cockhead, pulling it between her eager lips to cram her tongue tip into the sticky slot. She knew how to do this, and do it well; her son and Chris called her a natural-born cock-sucker, and she loved to perform the act, to know the private flavors, to feel a man writhing and heaving as she brought him wildly to a tremendous orgasm.

Concentrating upon Marshall's pulsing meat, she went to work, bumping the blunt glans tip into the ultra-softness of her throat, fondling the shaft with cheeks that dipped in and out, and always, always, her trained and highly educated tongue was busy.

His hands pawed down and tangled themselves in her hair. Lauralee moaned around his knob, picking up the rhythm through the bobbing of her head and quicker stimulation of her tongue. She sucked and released, tantalized and promised, her fingers deftly adding more arousal through caresses of his balls and the stem of his slowly churning shaft.

"Ahh, baby!" he gasped. "Oh Lauralee – I can't believe you're – ahh! Your tongue is driving me out of my head – darling, darling – quick! I have to pull out, or I'll let go into your mouth."

When Marshall tried to yank away his throbbing prick, she fought to keep it, to hold it prisoner, clinging to his balls and gobbling furiously, even ringing his club with her teeth in warning. Marshall was so new at this that he didn't realize she WANTED his semen to explode in her mouth and slide down her avid throat.