Uncnown - The Widow_s Companion
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She hesitated for a moment, not sure just what to do. Certainly if something were drastically wrong, her mother would scream. She would certainly hear that, if she did. She listened intently, waiting silently, her hand frozen on the doorknob.
There was a long low moan coming softly discernible from the other side now. This convinced her! Her mother might be ill and unable to move for some reason. She hadn't been feeling too well earlier on, and it might even be serious. She had been quite distraught when father had died, and not quite right since. Perhaps Ellen should take just a quick look quietly so as not to disturb her if she were merely having a bad dream.
The apprehensive young blonde stepped into the bathroom between their rooms, and then slipped quietly across the tiles to the door to her mother's bedroom. Silently, she turned the doorknob and opened the door just a crack. She scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow of the bedlamp.
And then her heart leaped in her throat! For there, on the bed, was her mother, Amy Winthrop, her long black hair streaming, her naked body churning passionately underneath, with a man on top of her!
He was obviously trying to rape her! The man had her pinned to the bed and had forced her legs open with his own muscular thighs. Ellen felt frozen to the floor. She almost let out a scream but choked it back with the palm of her hand. It was unbelievable! She started to shake uncontrollably, then bit down hard on her hand to keep from crying out.
She was shaking too hard to close the door and just stood there helplessly trying to regain her composure. What should she do? She knew it would do no good for her to attempt to intervene. And then she might get raped as well. Or worse! He might kill them both.
But at the same time she couldn't seem to tear herself away from the fiercely lascivious scene. Her own mother! Being fucked! A man had his penis inside her! It was ghastly – but at the same time heart-stopping and intoxicating as well. Ellen had only a minimal knowledge of what sex was all about, despite her premature development, and her curiosity was stronger than her terror in finding her mother was being violated.
So she watched horrified and thrilled all put together, unable to move, as her naked mother struggled beneath the twilight-shrouded man on the bed. Ellen had a good view of them, although she could not see who the man was except that he was naked and wearing only a pair of socks.
By now her mother had her ankles locked tightly around the man's hairy thighs as he moved up inside her. Ellen's breath caught and her nostrils flared as she watched them, her loins suffusing with a warmish kind of sweetness. The man's body rose and fell powerfully between her mother's long white legs, pinning them even wider apart on each punishing in-stroke. Now Ellen could make out his wetly glistening penis as it moved rhythmically in and out of her mother's splayed cuntal lips, gobbling it into her as if it were candy, then clinging to the thick base as it slid out on the upward stroke.
God, it was immense! Ellen had never seen a man naked like this before, not even her father. How on earth could a female take such a huge thing up inside her belly? She didn't see how her mother kept it from splitting her open.
For a moment the man's penis lay quiet, like a great log, along the visibly throbbing vaginal furrow, the two great testicles hanging down wickedly from its hairy base. The trembling young girl could see the foreskin slipping back over the pulsating purplish tip as it slid down along her mother's widespread buttocks, the blood-engorged head bursting forth again like some primeval monster crawling evilly from its lair. And then the long thick cock slid smoothly forward again, its entire wet length again being devoured hungrily by the voracious lips of her mother's cunt.
Ellen stood transfixed, her golden hair practically standing on end, unable to take her eyes off the lewd spectacle in front of her. She could not understand why her mother had stopped struggling underneath this brutal monster. Now there seemed to be a continual flow of deeply felt incoherent moans from her moistly parted lips. Her naked body seemed to be churning in an altogether different manner now. It was almost as if her mother actually wanted that enormous penis to be sawing in and out of her.
Ellen found herself breathing more rapidly in a growing excitement. She could see clearly the exposed hair-covered vaginal furrow up between her mother's trembling thighs. The narrow red slit glistened wetly in the dim light, and she could make out the mouth-shaped lips of the cunt that seemed even from this distance to be stretched so cruelly apart by that lust-thickened shaft of flesh. Even as the thirteen year old girl watched, it contracted, opened, and closed like the mouth of a gasping fish out of the water.
The man's hand reached down between them on one outstroke, grasping his long hard instrument, and raised his buttocks high in the air, pulling out until only its bulbous head remained within me sucking mouth of her mother's feverishly churning cunt. Ellen watched and listened horrified as the muscles of his powerful ass-cheeks tensed, and then he drove into her whimpering mother again brutally, sinking his heavily veined shaft all the way into her wet gaping channel until only a brief stretch of it showed, moist and glistening, jutting out from his hairy balls. Ellen winced as her mother's unearthly wailing cry came like the scream of a wounded animal, her toes curling up in what Ellen felt certain must be some terrible agony.
Now the two nakedly entwined fingers on the bed seemed to be locked in a stillness more mobile than motion. Ellen's heart pounded like a jackhammer until she was certain everyone on Kenwood Lane could hear it. She pressed a fist tightly into her budding young breasts as if to dull that thudding sound in her ears.
Gradually the male began a slow rocking motion over her lewdly impaled and moaning mother. He withdrew slightly, the thick fleshy penis sliding out for several inches, then thrust forward again, grinding his hips in order to move it around inside of her tightly clasping vagina.
Then he withdrew again until the throbbing glans head could be seen by the hypnotized blonde teenager. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief as her mother's long full legs wrapped sinuously, almost affectionately, around his naked buttocks, squirming in togetherness under him, her heels firming snugly into the cheeks of his buttocks as if she were straining to pull him even deeper inside of her. The cords on the insides of her thighs flexed as she pushed her hair-covered pussy back up over his moistly glistening penis. Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches off the bed as she struggled upward, desperately trying to absorb the entirety of the long thick cock back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt and a wet viscous sound drifted through the room each time her pussy slithered up its full length like a cat climbing a tree trunk. Her flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up and down his heavily ridged manhood, and his swaying testicles slapped in time against the puckering little anus below.
Ellen gasped, for suddenly her mother began mouthing obscenities as well, saying words she had never even dreamed her mother knew, the sort of words only "bad" girls used at school. There was no question in her mind that if she had ever used such words before her mother, she would have been soundly spanked, yet now – there she was, her own beautiful, long-haired brunette mother, leading light of the PTA, the Junior Women's League, and the First Episcopalian Church of Winnetka, thrashing lewdly in the throes of obscene passion beneath this man, uttering words of such ardent filth that Ellen wanted to put her hands over her ears against them. Those were forbidden words that brought a guilty tingling glow into the pulsing center up between the thirteen year old's legs. They drummed incessantly into the watching girl's mind, who stood unable to move as if she had been turned to stone. Was this the quiet, reserved Amy Winthrop who was her mother, the aloof widow who was such a tower of strength to all who knew her? God, if her mother could be driven into such insane submission to a man she had fought so strenuously only moments before, then maybe it could happen to anyone! Maybe even to her, Ellen Winthrop. The bosomy blonde teenager felt a slight electric tingle of excitement dart from wall-towall within her palpitating little cunt.
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