Ron Taylor - Mom Needs It, Too!

On the other side of the door, twelve feet away, Leanne was scooping the cum off her face, using her fingers. She stuck them in her mouth one at a time and licked them dry.

"I love to eat your cum," the girl told Jerry.

"And I love to watch you do it," Jerry said, pulling her down beside him. They snuggled, nude, on the den floor, their sex-satiated bodies rubbing together, but the fire had diminished for now and they were content just to lie there touching each other.

"Are we still on for the concert tomorrow night?" Jerry asked, playing idly with Leanne's pink-pointed tits. There were stray bubbles of jizz on her tits, and he massaged the sticky liquid into her skin.

"Of course we're still on," Leanne said. "You'll pick me up at seven-thirty, right?"

"I'll pick you up at seven-thirty and dick you up by ten-thirty," Jerry promised.

Leanne giggled. "I love the way you talk!" Chapter 3

Karen Murphy sat by the answering machine, staring at the piece of equipment. She looked upward and said, "Well, what should I do?" There was no answer, but she hadn't expected one.

Karen pushed the rewind, and then the play button. She listened, for the twentieth time since coming home, to the message.

"Morn, this is me," Leanne said. "This is very important and please don't bollix it up, okay? I have to work a little late this evening-covering for someone who covered for me last week. What it means is, I'm not going to come home after work. I'm going to Rosie's and I'll go from there to the concert, with her. Call Jerry Wexler at 555-1351 and tell him that I'll meet him at the concert, and for him to go straight to the arena. I'll wait by the main gate. Okay?"

Karen looked at the mantel clock. It was almost seven-thirty. That was the time Jerry had said he'd come by the house to pick up Leanne. Karen had not called her daughter's boyfriend. She wasn't sure why.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Karen almost jumped out of her skin. She looked up toward the ceiling and she said, "If you didn't want me to go for it, why did you put the chance in front of me?" and then she got up and went to the door.

"Maybe she decided to go with someone else?" Karen suggested. "Are you sure you wouldn't like another beer?"

"I can't understand why she isn't here," Jerry replied. "She was crazy to see this show. I think I better go."

Oh, God, Karen thought. He's gonna leave!

She stood up, too, moving to block Jerry's way. "I have to talk to you," she said in a breathless voice, catching his arm. "There's something you should know. I saw you and Leanne last night. I saw you fucking right over there," and she pointed to the spot on the den floor where they had rolled around in that physical ecstasy.

Jerry's eyebrows lifted. "So? Leanne's a big girl. I think she's old enough to fuck me if that's what she wants."

"Well, maybe she's decided she'd rather be fucking someone else?" Karen responded. "Maybe that's why she isn't here."

"No way," Jerry said. "She knows a good thing when she sees it." He straightened up, to his full five-ten. He wasn't a great deal taller than Karen. "I guess you could tell that last night, couldn't you, Karen?"

She laughed softly. "Are you a step ahead of me, kid? Okay. Leanne's obviously stood you up. She has her flighty side. Does the night have to be a total loss? Or were you dying to see that concert, too?"

"I'm not that much into music," Jerry replied. "There are a lot of other things that interest me more."

Without warning, he took hold of Karen's tits. They were full and lush, straining at the snugness of her blouse. His eyes fixed on hers, he fondled the large mounds, his fingertips scratching provocatively over the points, where her nipples were already erect with anticipation.

"These are a couple of the things that interest me," the young man said smugly. "Christ, Mrs. Murphy, you shoulda just asked! I've seen you around town for years. Remember those Calvin's you used to wear all the time, back about seven, eight years ago. They gave me my first hard-on. I still think about that sometimes… "

She moved into his arms, tilting her head back as his mouth came down upon hers. Her groin pressed against him, and she could feel the hardness of his cock inside Jerry's pants. She squeezed in more closely, impressing the sensation of that cock upon her body. "You must be thinking about it right now."

"Something even better," the boy whispered into her mouth. His breath tasted of beer and lust. His hands felt like magic.

"Jesus," Jerry sighed from the bed as Karen stripped down for him. His cock was sticking out of his bikini briefs and he was playing with it thoughtfully as he watched her. It looked even bigger than it had last night, fucking Leanne in the den.

Under her blouse and skirt, Karen was wearing a scandalous teddy-sheer and pink. Her tits jiggled lusciously, and the dark of her auburn cunt was plainly visible through the silky fabric.

Karen walked around the bed, strutting in her high heels, her ass wiggling, her tits bouncing. She was conscious of Jerry's eyes upon her, even more conscious that he was tightly gripping his cock while he stared at her semi-nude body.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

He leaned over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her down onto the bed with him. "You tell me," he said throatily, reaching for the straps.

Jerry pulled down the teddy's top, baring her tits. "I love freckles," he said, just before he leaned down and tried to suck them off her skin.

His mouth was wild and wet. It had been soooo long! Karen wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and she fed a tit right into his mouth, peeling back the flesh to let the nipple thrust out-just as if she were nursing a baby. But, mmm, babies didn't suck like this hot young man! She thrilled to the touch of his mouth on her tits, and she wondered if she'd enjoy sucking on him as much as he dug sucking her.

He laid her back on the bed, her teddy down to her ribs, and he looked down at her from above. His prick was sticking out of his shorts, and she took hold of it, her fist sliding up and down the sweet hard shaft.

"God, it's so warm," she whispered, "and so alive… "

Jerry pushed aside the crotch strip of her teddy and let his finger move into her cuntal area. She squirmed at the touch of him. She'd almost forgotten what a man's hand felt like on her pussy. "Yes, I like that! Oh, goddamn it, stick your fucking finger in me! I'm no coy virgin, Jerry! You don't have to get me hot-I've been hot longer than you've been alive!"

Her eyes closed and her mouth opened into a red-lipped O as his fingers slammed up inside her. He moved easily into her pussy with his fingers, and she could tell he was thinking about how big her hole was. She wiggled her ass and her cunt muscles clenched around him, and the sheath walls rippled excitingly along the length of his inserted fingers. She smirked as his eyes lit up and he pressed deeper with his nimble digits.

"They call this a nutcracker," she said. "It tightens up fast when it has something worth squeezing. Those fingers the best you got?"

He sucked and chewed on her tits. She'd already told him she was more than ready, but he seemed determined to spend some more time building her up. She squirmed impatiently. "Let's do it, kid! Let's get my pussy full of what you've been giving my ungrateful daughter. C'mon, Jerry, why don't we fuck?"

"You wanna fuck?" he said, lifting his face from her tits. She nodded. "Okay, then we'll fuck."

He took his cock out of her fist and he pulled her knees up, then spread them with his hands. Karen reached down, sliding the crotch-piece of her teddy out of the way. He slipped his cock-tip into her open, drooling cunt-lips, and he thrust hard, and suddenly she was full of him! Her feet kicked straight up into the air, toes wiggling high above him, and then she brought them back down, wrapped them around his thighs, and she started to push her pussy in the direction of his oncoming prick.