Ron Taylor - Mom Needs It, Too!

"Oh, it's so fucking big," she said as she felt the knob sink into the jelly-greased hole. "But don't stop-even if I scream-"

She grunted and strained against him, and then, oh, Christ, he was in her, and she was slamming herself down to suck all of his cock up her shitter!

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" she screamed, but he obeyed her command and he didn't let up for a moment. He took hold of the insides of her thighs, next to the dark auburn fluff of her cunthairs, and he flexed his hands on her legs, squeezing, massaging, playing with her flesh while he reamed the shit out of her backdoor.

One of his hands covered her pussy bun, and she reached down to caress his hand, urge his fingers into her cunt. She took his other hand and moved it up to her tits, fitting it down over one of the jiggling, sweat-soaked mounds. Her nipple seemed to erect into his fingers' grip, and he squeezed and milked at her teat.

"Fingerfuck my pussy, too," she reminded him, and his fingers entered her, bunched up into a knuckly spear of pleasure that rammed in and out of her pussy in almost perfect counterpoint to the short, desperate strokes of his cock up her asshole.

She clenched down, straddling his legs as she fucked her ass toward his cock. It felt really great but weird, too, to be sitting on the John attempting to pull something into her body rather than crap it out. Karen strained and stretched and fucked, while Jerry's hands continued to fondle her tits and fingerfuck her pussy.

"Do you believe in spirit possession?" the older woman gasped hoarsely, "I think the ghost of my first husband must have taken control of you. He liked to do this to me, too. And that cock of his was so big I thought I might die… "

"This is as big as you need," Jerry grunted, shoving cock hard up her stretched and straining asshole. "And will you knock it the fuck off about your first husband? I'm not fucking you with his cock, I'm doing it with mine."

Karen winced. She supposed she had been talking a bit too much about Patrick, but sometimes she did that when she was really hot and the memory of how he used to fuck her came drifting back amid the other hot notions and fantasies in her mind. "You cream m^ asshole and make me knock it off," she challenged.

Jerry wasn't a bit reluctant about taking her up on it. His fingers filled her pussy, and he was scooping honey out of her cunt-hole, rubbing the sticky juices back onto the swollen tip of her clit, keeping Karen red-hot and horny all the while Ms big hard cock reamed her ass. Sure, he wasn't quite as big as Patrick, but he was big enough for two women and he sure knew how to shove that cock up a willing shithole!

Her asshole throbbed around his cock. She tilted lurchingly from side to side, making his prick bend and stretch inside her. He was deep in her bowels, fucking like a maniac, and his fingers in her pussy were about to yank Karen inside out. And besides that, she had just stolen her own daughter's boyfriend! She was a total slut!

"Fuck me, baby," she wailed. "Ooohh, I bet Leanne never let you stick it up her asshole did she?"

"She doesn't know what she's missing," Jerry groaned back. "You're strangling my cock in that tight shithole, mama-but, oh, Jesus, it's gonna fucking die happy… "

She was dying already. The fingers and the cock, working in tandem, had driven her cunt and asshole to the melting point. Karen stiffened atop the already-stiff boy, and she throbbed for what seemed an eternity, and then her body simply imploded.

"Oh, make me come!" she screamed.

He fucked and fingered into her orgasm, keeping her at a fever pitch. She twisted, bucked, jerked, wriggled atop him. Her body began to melt down, unable to respond again. Inside her asshole, his cock was still as hard as ever.

"Finish me," he told her as she began to catch her breath. "C'mon, Karen, finish me in your mouth… "

"It's filthy," she protested. "You've had that thing up my ass, for God's sake… I couldn't take it in my mouth now… Patrick always wanted me to… "

Even as she spoke, she was rising from the stiff pole of his cock, standing up on shaky legs, turning slowly around, dropping to her knees before his perch on the John. She took his cock in both hands, worshipped it with her lingers and eyes. Leaning forward, she pressed the bulbous purple cock-knob with her trembling lips.

One taste of him was all she needed. She opened her mouth and fed his cock inside, gulping as he entered her. If he tasted of shit, it was, at least, her shit.

Her head bobbed as she sucked on the pulsating prick. She bit into the stiffened rod, slurping it simultaneously with her tongue. He seemed to get bigger-enormously, unbelievably bigger-inside her mouth. She gulped again and took his big cock-knob into her throat. Her sucking became desperate, gluttonous.

"Now, bitch, I'm gonna do it nowwww!" Jerry blurted. He put his hands on her head and forced it down, ail the way over his cock. Her lips touched his groin, his balls. The head of his cock was halfway down her throat. She tightened her jaws and sucked hard, and his knob jerked inside her throat, then started to squirt hot sticky cum.

Karen lifted her head slightly and drank his offering. She had never been so thirsty to eat a man's cum in her life. She sucked till he had nothing more to give her, and still she sucked, urging his cock to give her just a little more. The drained, exhausted prick began to go soft in her mouth but still she held on, until she clutched only a limp wasted noodle of gristly flesh.

"Not bad," she told him, raising her face and licking her lips. "You know I'm kinda glad Leanne stood you up. It gave us a chance to get so much better acquainted."

She left him sprawled on the John and she went into the shower. She soaped her body lovingly, dwelling on her crotch, tickling herself into a fresh round off arousal. Maybe he'd be ready for some more when she was done bathing. By God, he'd better be ready for more! She needed more!

Karen turned off the water and reached for a towel. Jerry was standing outside the shower stall, and he passed the towel to her. As she took it, he came into the shower with her.

"I think you missed a couple of spots," he said.

"Huh?" Karen asked.

Jerry took hold of his cock and aimed it upward. A stream of piss shot from the tip, splashing Karen's tits. She shrieked, slapping out at him.

"You dirty filthy son of a bitch!" she said, but the sensation of his warm piss spraying her body wasn't all that bad. She leaned back and let him finish, then rubbed the salty fluid into her body with both hands.

"That was perverted," she said in a soft voice. "Not even Patrick ever did that to me before. But now it's your turn, baby boy!"

He looked up in surprise as she threw herself onto him. Karen wrestled him to the floor, and she straddled his prone body. She pushed her cunt down onto his chest and she strained until her own piss began to leak from the crack of her pussy.

"They call this a golden shower," she told him, though she suspected he already knew it. Still pissing, she slid down his body, aiming the last of her flow at the cock that had just sprayed her. As her urine drenched his prick, she could feel the organ throbbing beneath her cunt. She pushed down, and the contact sent fresh sparks of excited life into Jerry's prick. It began to harden beneath her pussy.

"I think you like it too," Karen giggled. She raised her cunt slightly from his body and she reached underneath, catching hold of his prick and guiding it into her piss-wet hole. He thrust upward with a horny excited lunge, filling her cunt, and she clenched those trained, eager muscles around his cock and they began to fuck once again. Chapter 5

"Goddamn it to fuck!" Leanne O'Neill snarled as she walked from the curb to the house. That bastard Jerry had never showed up at the concert. And would you look at that? His fucking car was parked right in front of Leanne's house! Oh, the shit was due to hit the fan in a very few minutes!