Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

He was glad there was a full moon, so he could see everything as well as feel it. Half the pleasure in the act came from being able to watch Ann's abject humiliation.

She sucked him dry. She milked his prick with her stroking fingers and extracted the last drops of thick fuck cream with her lips. She pressed the strip of flesh behind his balls. Then she sat up. Her warm ass settled down on his legs. She sat up straight and put her hands outer thighs, the moonlight spilling over her slender naked body. Her face was a study in exhaustion and lust. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was gaping open. Her chin was shiny with overflowed saliva and jizz. Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath.

Charlie let his head drop back onto his cushioning hands and savored the delicious ache of satisfaction in his groin, savored the memory of how Ann had looked with her head spiked on his jetting prick. He dozed contentedly, exhausted. He was dimly aware of Ann moving, doing something. He felt her moving up his body, but paid no attention to her. He was awash in a sea of pleasure from his recent orgasm.

He felt. Ann's thighs embracing his torso, her ass brushing his stomach, the soft scratch of her pussy hair against his chest and realized she was moving up him. Just as he opened his eyes and lifted his head to see what she was doing, she pinned his arms with her legs. Her full weight mashed his biceps painfully into the ground.

He didn't need to lift his head to see her. She was towering right there over him. She was resting her warm, firm, smooth ass on his chest just hard enough to make it difficult for him to breathe.

"It works two ways, you know," she informed him, a nasty edge in her voice. "These are the days of women's lib."

"Huh?" She had just said women liked being told what to do!

"Women like to do the telling, too. I ate you. Now you're going to eat me."

Charlie shook his head, then winced when she put more pressure on his already aching arms. Her knees were beside his ears, her toes beside his ribs. Her shin bones were across his upper arms. All she had to do was move her toes slightly and his muscles were rolled painfully along the hard ground. His hands and forearms were free, but there was nothing he could reach on her that would dislodge her.

"I sucked your cock. Now you can eat my cunt," Ann informed him bluntly. The vile words coming from her pretty, young, innocent-looking mouth jolted him, in spite of all that had gone before. Looking up, he had an ant's-eye view of her slender, graceful body. Her flat tummy was a gentle indentation below the smooth swell of her boobs. She was a dramatic, erotic study in curves, lights, and shadows. Her nipples were stiff points, her navel a dark hollow. She lifted her ass off his chest, and he could see the neat patch of her pussy. It was almost black in the moonlight, and stringy and kinky with cum.

"Eat me," she ordered, shoving her pussy in his face. She slid her hands sensuously down her body and spread her cuntlips. All he could see was a darker patch. But he could smell her – a rich, enticing aroma, a mixture of female secretions and cum spilled over him from her hot cunt.

Letting go of her twat, she reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair and held tight. She lifted his head, drew his face up to her crotch, and pressed his mouth against her hot, soft, wet gash. Her pussy hair scratched and tickled his lips and cheeks. He was drowning in her hot cunt meat. He resisted, so she increased the pressure on his upper arms. He yielded, drilled his tongue into her hot snatch. His mouth was instantly flooded with the metallic taste of her inner tissues. He bored his tongue into the well of her cunt, and tasted both her cum and his, all mingled together. He liked it. The taste inside her cunt triggered a primitive response in his guts, and if he hadn't already been so sexually drained, he knew his dick would have. I stiffened. As it was, all he felt was a delicious ache in his drained cock.

Ann held him trapped up against her dripping cunt. He lapped at her open gash, slurped up her streaming flow. He twisted his tongue deep into her rippled cunt, dug his nose into her pussy folds, pressed it down on the squirming bud of her clit. He opened his eyes and saw Ann writhing over him in the grip of sexual excitement. Her face was twisted with lust. Then she looked down at him, and he saw in her eyes what he had felt when he watched her sucking his cock. He saw in her face the pure pleasure of sexually humiliating another person.

And he found a weird, wild joy in being humiliated. Closing his eyes, he savored his degradation, marveled at the craziness of it all. Minutes earlier, he had been loving the sight other humiliation, and now he was wallowing in his own, loving it almost as much.

"My clit," Ann ordered. "Suck my clit until I come. Suck it, suck it, suck it!" She added emphasis to her order by twisting her hands in his hair. She wrenched his head backwards, dragged his mouth away from her cunt. He ripped his tongue up her slippery gash, felt the button of her clit slip away from his searching mouth. He sought the nubbin with his lips, blindly, like a baby searching for its mother's tit. Then he captured her mini-prick, and sucked it into his mouth. He tried to suck it right out of her body. He squeezed the squirmy pearl against his teeth with his tongue.

He opened his eyes when Ann began to thrash around, to writhe and twist. Her cunt flooded his chin as she came. He was making her come with his mouth, and while he was being degraded by being forced to eat her pussy, he had a crazy feeling of power, too. Because he was the reason for her coming. He was responsible for her carnal reactions, was controlling them, and the whole thing was such a crazy tangle of dominance and submission it didn't make any sense at all. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was the exquisite sexual pleasure of the whole, mad, moonlit scene.

It went on until Ann's orgasm was over and she released his head. His neck muscles exhausted, Charlie let his head thump back down onto the blanket-covered ground. He struggled to breathe against her weight as she settled down on his chest. He felt her cunt juice drying cold and crusty on his cheeks and chin. He was overwhelmed by the smell that clung to him. Then Ann dismounted and sat beside him on the blanket. She put her arms around her knees. Her head slumped forward as she caught her breath.

Charlie finally broke the silence. "What time do you suppose it is?" he asked, trying to judge how far the moon had moved since their arrival in the clearing.

Ann shrugged without lifting her head, "I don't know. Does it matter?"

"Don't you have a curfew?"

"Yeah," Ann said calmly. "And I missed it."

"What'll happen?"

"I'll get spanked. What about you?"

"Mom won't do anything," Charlie answered.

"Gee, that's no good. She ought to enforce it," Ann observed.

"I know. But she'll just look hurt, and I'll feel like shit. But maybe that's better than a spanking."

"Oh, no," Ann argued. "I like the spanking."

"You like it?"

"Sure. It means that they love me and care about me. And besides, I get a kick out of the pain thing."

"Huh?"

"Daddy turns me over his knee, hauls down my panties and lays it right on my bare bottom," Ann went on dreamily.

"Sounds crazy."

"Daddy gets turned on by it, too," Ann added. "He gets a hard-on. I can feel it. I think he'd like to fuck me."

"He hasn't ever?"

"No." Ann sighed. "He goes and gives it to Mom instead." She glanced over at Charlie. "What does your mom do for sex, now that your dad's dead?"

Charlie had never thought about it. He had never thought about his mother as caring about sex. The idea shocked him, and intrigued him. He tried to visualize his mother making love, and couldn't. "I don't know."