Robert Vickers - Her lover son

Again, the tearing and ripping sensation assaulted her body. Flaming arrows shot upward through her cunt and burned in her gut. Willie effortlessly lifted her, and Joleen managed to get her legs up under her body on either side of his ass.

Held upright by her own legs, they could maintain a deep kiss, and she could fuck herself on his long prick. Her hips moved back and forth, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Joleen's tits rubbed against Willie's chest until she felt as if the nipples would be ripped off by the friction.

Her cunt watered frantically to keep up with the friction being generated inside her body. The warmth spread as she pistoned back and forth along Willie's huge cock. Each thrust filled her, stretched her apart as if she was being pulled in all directions at once.

Willie felt the effects of Joleen's frantic fucking even more. The entire length of his prick burned as if he had dipped it into a jar of acid. The first plunge into her cunt had been made quickly, brutally fast. He hadn't been property oiled for the job, and the friction had pulled at his skin, chaffed and rubbed him raw. The second time her hips shoved her back down his cock, her cunt was juiced up enough so that there was no sensation of friction. But she had been increasing the speed of her fucking, and her secretions couldn't keep up with the pace her body set.

Willie also felt the nipples gouging into his chest. This didn't bother him. It stimulated him as much as it did Joleen. And their kiss became more and more passionate, more demanding as she mindlessly rammed herself down onto his cock. The man was amazed at her need, the intense longing she had for him.

But he wasn't so stupid he would question it. He felt his balls tighten in their hairy sac.

"Wow, doll, keep it up! Keep on fucking!"

Joleen's breath came in short, machine-gun bursts. She wasn't able to do more than moan as she continued her fucking.

"That's it, Joleen! God, is that something else!" Willie was beginning to really enjoy this. The woman was doing all the work, and he was getting a large measure of the enjoyment. He had no doubt the sensations racking her body were similar to those being built up in his, but he didn't guess the half of it.

Joleen was beyond the point of sensing anything but the huge cock that she was jamming up between her legs. Each time Willie's cock sailed all the way up her cunt, Joleen was pushed that much closer to an orgasm. Her body soon betrayed her.

The woman used her arms to add to the speed and force of her downward thrust. Willie's steel-hard prick rammed up inside her cunt with the force of a battering ram. That, the friction of her nipples rubbing against his chest, and the sexy taste of Willie's mouth all triggered Joleen's orgasm.

She climaxed. A huge, soaring, tremendously satisfying orgasm.

Willie felt her cunt clamp down on his cock as the convulsive force of her orgasm rippled through her pussy walls.

"Oh, Jesus God, Joleen, are you tight! TIIIGHT!" the man shouted.

Joleen collapsed limply onto Willie's chest, momentarily drained by her orgasm. But Willie's cock was still as straight and hard as an iron bar inside her cunt. She recovered her breath and some of the weakness was replaced by the familiar aching in her pussy.

In spite of the massive hunk of manmeat inside her cunt, she still needed to fuck some more.

"Ready again, Willie? Here we goooo!" She began pumping her hips up and down again, this time raising her body from Willie's so that Joleen straddled his waist and could drop straight down on his cock.

She lifted up and plummeted down with the force of a falling meteorite. Her cuntlips were pressed tightly together around his cock every time she shoved downward. Joleen felt her cuntlips forced inward, and this excited her even more.

As she bent back, Willie thought she would tear off his cock. His balls complained, and threatened to erupt. But he held on. He had never before come across a woman so desperately in need of being fucked. Joleen wasn't a nymphomaniac. She was just a housewife who wasn't getting enough.

When she found someone who would give her all the cock she wanted, she'd cool down a bit. But Willie imagined that would be a long time in the future. Joleen had been starved for so long, she'd glut herself every chance she could get. And Willie was more than willing to let her glut herself on his cock.

The tiny flame that had been ignited in Willie's groin soon burst out into a forest fire. The fire became hotter and hotter until even iron would melt in the blaze of sheer lust. Willie loved the feel of her cunt sliding along his prick. He loved the feel of her fleshy ass smashing into his rock-hard belly. He loved reaching up and fondling those big tits of hers.

But Willie was only a man. Flesh and blood and no more.

When Joleen made an exceptionally hard and penetrating thrust, spearing her body as deeply as she could on his cock, Willie blew his wad. Like a shotgun going off, he fired splatter after splatter of hot cum into her gulping cunt.

Joleen felt the jism scorching her cuntal walls and climaxed. But she continued to pole up and down on Willie's erect cock. The tempo of her fucking increased as she realized through her lust-fogged brain that Willie's prick would soon wilt.

She became frantic, and her body seemed to blur as she wantonly crammed her ass down onto Willie's crotch. Willie kept his hard-on longer than he had expected after so large an ejaculation. It was probably because of the tightness of Joleen's cunt and the desperate need she had for cock.

Soon, she came again. This time, Willie's prick seemed to melt within her and oozed out amid a flow of his cum and her own cunt juices.

Joleen collapsed onto the bed alongside Willie.

"Dammit, baby, you're going to have a heart attack if you keep that kind of fucking up!"

Joleen smiled wanly, happy and content for the first time in quite a while. The ache inside her cunt was momentarily gone. Willie's massive cock had sated her lust.

"Maybe, but what a way to go!" She dreamily began to caress Willie's chest, playing with his nipples and stroking across his stomach.

Willie caressed Joleen's flanks as she drifted off to sleep. He thought to himself: Damn, but she's a hot one. I wonder if her old man knows what she's got locked up inside her?

He looked at the peaceful face of the woman and mentally added, I hope to hell not! I want her all to my own!

Joleen didn't see Willie for three days. Curious about his absence, she asked Larry where his friend was.

"I've been wondering what's happened to Willie. He hasn't been around. And, well, I've been wanting to see him again." Her voice betrayed exactly why she wanted to see the man.

Larry smirked. He knew his mother's reason for wanting Willie.

"I guess he's down in Mexico City. Willie said something about going there to pick up some stuff. Mexican artifacts and shit like that, you know?"

"When will he be back?"

"Can't say. Willie comes and goes as he pleases. No time clock to punch. He just sort of drifts in and out whenever he wants."

"What would he be doing down in Mexico? I mean, besides picking up some funny little statues and plaster bulls?" Joleen put her elbows on the table and leaned forward, obviously eager for Larry to answer her question.

Larry took his time replying.

He scratched himself, looked thoughtfully at his mother, then said, "I figure it this way. He took a suitcase full of jewelry down to a guy that lives there. The jeweler will screw around with the hot stuff, remount it into new settings and then Willie'll bring it back in with a bill of sale. Clean stuff marketable anywhere at full value."

"How often does he go?"