Ron Taylor - Mom Needs It, Too!

"Fuck me, oh, God, yes, fuck meeee!" Leanne moaned. "I want your cock all the way up my ass and in my fucking throat!"

He was almost there anyway! The end of his long prick was unbelievably deep in Leanne's body. This fuck might ruin her for life, but it felt so goddamn good she didn't really care. She was about to come, and she ached to feel the explosion of his cock deep within her.

Her asshole hurt like blazes, but it was a sweet hot horny kind of hurt. Walt was fucking like a beast right now, ramming her full of his big thick cock stroke after goddamn stroke, and her tight little shit ring was stretched wide. He crammed her, he reamed her, he fucked her crazy!

Her fingers were deep in her cunt, stroking herself toward the point of ecstasy. "I'm gonna come, oh, Jesus, God, Walt, I'm gonna fucking commmmme!"

She wasn't sure whether the orgasm was centered in her pussy or her asshole. As it burst through her body, she found she didn't really care all that much. It was a come, and it was a monster!

"Yesssss!" she screamed, loud enough to rattle the plaster on the ceiling of Walt's hotel room.

And as she exploded, that cock of his kept right on fucking her!

Jesus, he was all man! Why had Mom not been able to hang onto him? With a prick like this at her beck and call, why in the fuck would Mom even want to think about stealing her daughter's boyfriends, for Chrissakes? Leanne marveled at the weirdness of the world as she soared into a come that didn't know when or where to quit.

"Stop, I gotta stop," she panted, flopping onto her belly. "Take that fucking cock outta me before you rip me apart… "

"You wanted it, baby, and you're gonna get it," Walt husked, coming down upon her from the back, his cock still jabbing into the well-fucked opening of her ass. She screamed again, too raw to take another stroke, and the scream must have told him something. His strokes slowed, and he eased his prick out of her asshole, sliding off his stepdaughter's prone and exhausted body.

Leanne turned over slowly, her eyes watery. "Oh, Jesus," she said, "your cock is still hard!"

She was her mother's daughter. She crawled to her stepfather and took his long cock in hand, feeding the shit-stained tool into her mouth. She was beyond caring at this point. Her mouth closed around his stiffness and she sucked wildly up and down the throbbing length of his stiff prick, while Walt groaned and moaned and guided her head with his trembling hands.

"Suck it, baby," she heard him say, his voice a million miles away from her ears. "Let me come in your sweet hot mouth… "

Oh, yes, she wanted that too! She fucking wanted it all!

Leanne wolfed his cock, biting, sucking, licking. She gobbled his nuts while both her hands jerked madly on his cock, and then she took him back into her mouth to suck him again.

Her mouth thirsted for the hot squirt of his cum. Her belly ached with lust, and her cunt had begun to itch with a renewed fuck fever. She drew up her legs and pressed the fullness of her thighs against the tingling slice of her pussy, massaging herself while she continued to suck her stepfather's assfucking prick.

She held the knob in her mouth, trapped behind her front teeth, and she lapped it with her frantic tongue while both her hands jerked up and down on his stiff prick. She could already taste the cum oozing from his cock, but there was more. These were just escaping dribbles. He had a load ready to squirt, and the samples only whetted her desire to feel the juice coating her tongue.

"Yes!" he snapped, and his hands were tight on her head. Leanne flipped him once more with her tongue, and then it came, gushing into her mouth, a river of white, hot sperm! She drank him, greedily, thirstily, sluttishly, sucking his cock for more until the cock went limp in her mouth and he moaned and whimpered like a dog.

"So can I stay with you?" Leanne repeated. "I don't take up much space, and I think I can be very efficient in the space I do take up. Or would you like another demonstration?"

"Christ, I need my head examined for this!" Walt sighed. "But how can I throw you out, baby? This is gonna give your mother a shitload of ammunition for the divorce case. I'm just happy you're over eighteen. And that we're not blood kin. Sure, you can stay."

"Oh, goodie!" Leanne chirped. She threw her arms around Walt and hugged him lovingly. He stirred uncomfortably in her embrace, and she realized why. There was a distinct stirring in his pants. His cock!

"No, no, no," the girl giggled, "you can't fuck me again-not right now, stepdaddy Walt! You'll have to wait till later. We have a few things to take care of, first."

"Such as?"

"Well, we have to get my clothes, and my stereo, and of course my tapes and records, and I couldn't dream of leaving my stuffed animals at home either-Mom might burn them up or something. I know! Let's get Rosie, and we'll go over to the house and get all my stuff and bring it here, and then Mom and Jerry can just go fuck themselves to hell and back. Okay? Okay?"

Walt shook his head. Where were they ever gonna put all Leanne's shit in an apartment as small as this? There'd be hardly enough room left to fuck. But he looked down at his stepdaughter's naked, alluring body, and he thought, we'll find someplace to do it… Chapter 7

"I'm serious," Karen Murphy said, raising her mouth from Jerry Wexler's throbbing hard cock. "Why don't you move in with me?"

"What about Leanne?" the boy said, hardly believing his ears. "I mean, sure, it's great fucking you, Karen, but don't you think Leanne would have a shit-fit?"

"She'll just have to accept it," Karen said, slurping at Jerry's cock with her hot wet tongue. "And why the fuck that girl didn't come home last night, I have no idea. I suppose I should call and find out. But what the hell-she's old enough to take care of herself. If I don't check up on her, I'm a heartless bitch, and if I do check up, then I'm a snooping bitch. Mothers can't win. Unless they luck onto something like this sweet juicy hard cock of yours, Jerry, my boy!"

And with that she sucked him into her mouth, inhaling his cock in desperately hungry swallows. Anyone who didn't know she'd been sucking and fucking the kid since seven-thirty yesterday evening would have sworn that Karen had just come back from ten years in a convent-or on a desert island.

She wrapped her legs around Jerry's neck and washed his face with her cunt. He seemed tired, but his cock was still hard and active, and the moment his tongue brushed the crack of her pussy she could tell that her young lover's libido was flaring up hot and heavy again. He opened her cunt gash and flicked his tongue straight into her pussy-hole, licking her cunt inside out with slurps that were growing more and more experienced each time he practiced them.

She gorged her mouth on his fat, risen cock, sucking the marrow out of his pecker bone. There was nothing Karen enjoyed more waking up with her mouth full of cock.

"This reminds me so much of my Patrick," she sighed, between gobbles at Jerry's cock.

"Will you shut the fuck up with Patrick, already?" Jerry growled, his head busy between Karen's legs. "It's tough to keep a hard-on when all you wanna do is talk about your dead husband. Let the man rest in peace and concentrate on the cock that's in your mouth right now!"

Touchy son of a bitch! Karen thought, but she supposed he was right. She probably did talk too, much about Patrick. But how better to remind Walt that he wasn't quite the man her first husband had been? And now it just came so automatically to her.

"I want to fuck you," she told Jerry. "I like to wake up and fuck. I used to do that all the time with the guy you're tired of hearing about. Do you think you can throw me a nice hard fuck, or have I already banged your balls off?"