Ron Taylor - Mom Needs It, Too!

Karen fucked the dildo into her pussy, making the bed shake as her passion grew more heated and intense. She gripped the thing with both hands, ramming it savagely, just the way she liked to feel a cock biting into her hot excited cunt, and she gasped and moaned as the thing hit bottom again and again in her ripe juicy cunt. Her knees pulled upward, and her cunt lifted to meet the merciless thrusts of the dildo.

"Yeah, oh fucking God," she moaned, ramming herself harder and harder. The bed rocked beneath her, and her head swam dizzily with the eagerness of fucking.

The plastic prick pounded into her pulsating pussy. Her wrist ached from the effort of fucking herself, but her cunt drooled wet juice around the invading tool, and she knew that it was all worthwhile. She pulled back and slammed herself into the path of the oncoming dildo, and her cunt ate it with growing greediness, the sheath tightening awesomely around the bulk of the dildo. The constant vibration up and down her cunt sheath was driving her crazy, but Christ, it was that insistent ramming that was gonna blow her fucking cookies!

Karen rolled over onto her belly, trapping the dildo beneath her. She lifted herself off the mattress for a moment, and she planted the end of the dildo against the bed, so that it fucked straight up into her cunt. With her hands gripping it, holding it upright, she slam banged her pussy down onto the stiff buzzing shaft again and again, fucking herself till it hurt, but God, it hurt sooooo good!

She twisted her ass, sucking up the vibrator in eager passionate gulps. The knob felt enormous inside her, now that her cunt had tightened down in excited response, and she had to work hard to get it in deep.

Karen's pussy was about to burst. She couldn't endure another stab up her slick wet tunnel. Moaning, she rolled over again, pulling the dildo out of herself, rubbing the slick plastic across the stiffened tips of her tits.

She leaned down to lick the pussy-juice off her nipples, then fed the dildo into her mouth and sucked at it, just as if it were a real cock. If only the thing could squirt cum!

She throat-sucked it anyway, using all the techniques that she'd learned with her first husband, Patrick O'Neill.

She never felt so alive, so vibrant, so throbbingly whole, as when she was teetering on the verge of a glorious come, and she was about to have one right now. Her finger slipped into her pussy and she massaged the aching tube while her tongue slid the dildo in and out of her wet mouth. The buzzing on her tongue drove Karen crazy with lust.

She pulled her wet finger out of her cunt and smeared the juices across the swollen bud of her cunt. Mmmm, Jesus, that felt soooo good! She rubbed up and down her slice, feeling the puffy, prominent lips, tickling into the folds of flesh.

Inside, she was liquid, and she brought the vibrator back down to her cunt, opening herself and sticking it back inside. She gasped at the sensation of being penetrated, and she humped eagerly into the dildo's attack, offering it the entirety of her cunt. The sex toy took her up on the offer, and fucked deep, hard, and repeatedly into Karen Murphy.

She kept it working, in and out, banging herself the way a man should have been banging her, and fingertips bruised the sensitive excited point of her clit until she could not stand another stroke. Her legs straightened out and she twitched on the bed, the vibrator buzzing away inside her while she used both hands on her clit, and she surrounded to the hot emotions of lust.

"Yes! Oh, fucking God, yessssss!"

Afterwards, the vibrator's batteries going dead as the thing continued to buzz within her pussy, she lay moaning and panting, unable to do it again and unwilling to have it be over so soon.

I have got to straighten out my life, she told herself. I'm too old to be doing this kind of shit.

She lay back on the bed, holding the vibrator against her tits, as if the energy simmering within her could recharge the dead cells. Her tits could almost bring a dead man to life, or so she'd been told, but there was no discernable effect on the dildo.

Karen sat up. This was Leanne's late night; the girl wouldn't be home from work till midnight. I suppose, Karen thought, I could always go down to the 7-11 and get some fresh batteries, and I'd still have time to do it a couple more times before Leanne gets home. Am I that horny, though? Do I really need it much? She was already looking around, trying to remember where she'd taken off her shoes. Chapter 2

Leanne O'Neill wiggled her curvy little ass against the front door. Jerry was all over her tonight! He couldn't keep his hands off her bod. Guess there was no question whether she damn well had it or not!

She pried his hands out of her unbuttoned uniform and said, "For Crissake, Jer, not here on the front porch! Every snoop in the neighborhood is probably watching us!" She secured a couple of buttons and unlocked the door. He followed her into the house. As soon as the door closed behind them, he was all over her again.

He lifted her up by the waist and planted her ass on the hall table. Leanne spread her legs and made room for him in between. He leaned into her, rubbing her crotch with the hardness that had been swelling inside his pants. Leanne closed her eyes and enjoyed the pressure of his hard cock touching her body.

He undid her blouse again, and his eager hands went inside, scooping the hard round titties out of her bra in one quick motion. Leanne moaned as his fingers took possession of her tits, tickling the pink perky nipples into even more throbbing erection.

His crotch rubbed more insistently, and she could feel every inch of his big hard cock down there, stroking her body, making her insides all wet and juicy with anticipation. God, she loved to fuck Jerry!

Not that she knew all that much about fucking. She was just eighteen, and she had only been with a very few boys. She was damn near a virgin by the standards in this town.

But that didn't mean she wasn't crazy about the feel of a big stiff cock invading the petals of her tight teen pussy. And the more Jerry Wexler rubbed her with that cock of his, the more she thought about how nice it would be to drop her pants and panties and take his cock straight up her hole to glory.

But Jesus-here? Now? In the house? What if Mom came in? Only the hall light was on, but it would be just like the old bitch to be sitting in the den watching TV, and she'd come out in a minute and catch her only daughter with her tits in some boy's mouth…

"Knock it off!" Leanne hissed, pushing his hands away even though it killed her to do it. "I gotta check things out first!"

Leanne buttoned up quickly, wriggling out of Jerry's horny grasp. "Will you wait, goddamn it? Now just stay here for a sec. I'll be right back."

She went through the house, looking into each room. No sign of Mom. Great. She came to her mother's bedroom door. It was closed. Okay! Carefully she turned the knob, closing her eyes to adjust them to the darkness as she stuck her head inside.

When she opened her eyes she could see pretty clearly in the deep shadows. Her mom was in bed, and she sounded as if she were asleep.

"Mom?" Leanne said in a soft voice. No answer. Just the rhythmic sounds of Karen's breathing. "I'm home," the girl added. "And I think I'm pregnant."

No answer. Leanne giggled. Mom was definitely asleep! And when she slept, she might as well be on Neptune. The girl closed the door carefully and hurried back to Jerry.

"Okay," she said, sliding her fingers through his wavy blond hair, "your wildest wishes are about to come true!"

She'd rather have taken him to her bedroom, but it was next to Mom's, and she wasn't brave enough. The den was at the opposite end of the house from Mom's bedroom, and if there was anyplace she might feel reasonably safe, it was right here.