Robert Vickers - Her lover son

Willie pushed past Joleen and never gave her a chance to reply. She felt a bit insulted, then hurried to make a drink for him.

"What do you want, Willie? To drink?" Joleen leaned far forward over the bar to give the man the best possible view of her tits. She had put on a flimsy green dress with a plunging neckline. Her nipples pressed into the fabric in obvious invitation to him. If that weren't enough, her big tits swayed back and forth like pendulums when she shrugged her shoulders.

Willie seemed to take all of Joleen's feminine charms in with a single glance.

"Give me a Scotch and soda. Chivas if you have it, tell me what you got if you don't."

"Well, I don't drink Scotch." She didn't add that Harold did. "I think all we have is some Glen Livet. Is that good enough?"

"Sure! But no soda with anything that good."

Willie took the drink and settled back in an overstuffed chair. He watched Joleen flounce around the room, wiggling her ass. He had to admit she was a damned fine piece of ass, too. He watched the flash of her creamy thighs under the short dress. That sight alone made his cock itch and begin to stiffen, and along with the sight of her tits bulging out of her dress, Willie knew he'd fuck her a couple times before he left. Maybe three or four times.

"Tell me about your trip, Willie. Larry said you went down to Mexico City."

"Larry's got a big mouth. I told him not to blab where I go. But since it was you, I suppose it's okay. What do you want to know?"

Joleen bubbled over. "Oh, just everything!" She felt like a schoolgirl with her first big crush.

But she was a schoolgirl with a thirty-seven-year-old's experience. Joleen leaned forward the proper amount to show off her tits without being too obvious about it. Willie appreciated the fact that she wanted him to fuck her. He also appreciated it that she was willing to wait a while and not demand too much too soon.

"Not all that exciting a trip. If you've seen one hotel room, you've seen 'em all. Hell, why don't you come along with me next time? Might be an interesting trip, too."

"Oh? Where are you going?"

"Can't tell you for sure. Maybe Chicago." He took a long drink from his glass. The Scotch burned all the way down to his belly and felt good glowing inside him.

"I didn't mean to nose into your business. I mean, I know all about it and how you have to keep it quiet." Joleen crossed her legs and let Willie see that she hadn't bothered to put on any panties.

Joleen Jensen was ready for action.

Willie's cock hardened into a steel rod. He finished his Scotch in a gulp and said, "Let's not play around any more. Want to fuck?"

Joleen smiled. He was so direct. So masterful. Nothing namby-pamby about Willie. He came out and spoke his piece, and that was it. Harold was so wishy-washy it was painful at times.

To chide Willie a bit, Joleen said, "Isn't that a bit… crude?"

She didn't want him to leave so she uncrossed her legs, then recrossed them in the opposite direction, making sure he saw her cunt again.

"Not as crude as seducing me with a naked pussy. Let's stop beating around the bush."

Willie stood and grabbed Joleen. He pulled her up and crushed her lips with his. It took a second for her to begin to respond, then she returned the kiss with the same passion. Their tongues began to slip back and forth between their mouths.

Willie tasted the sweetness of Joleen's saliva again. It mixed with the Scotch he had had and the bourbon Joleen drank. The mixture was intoxicating, both physically and sexually. He began to suck on the woman's tongue. When it flickered into his mouth, he lightly bit down on it. He chewed the tongue while he was rolling his own around it Joleen's body pressed firmly against his, and the man felt the twin points of her tits poke into his chest.

He broke off the kiss and said, "I want you naked!"

Willie put his fingers into the neckline of Joleen's dress and yanked. The material ripped apart, and Joleen stood naked in front of him.

She gasped and tried to back away. Willie told her, "Forget the dress. I'll buy you another one. Right now, I want to fuck the hell out of your tight little cunt!"

Joleen felt her pussy grow damp. Her cunt ached for his cock to be slammed into it again. She desperately needed him. Somehow, this roughness only added fuel to the flames of her lust. Her cunt began to flow with juice.

Their mouths met again, and they kissed. Joleen's naked body rubbed and chafed against the still clothed man's chest. She quickly forgot any discomfort when Willie reached behind her and grabbed a handful of ass flesh. He squeezed down hard on her butt. As he pulled her toward him, his other hand gripped one of her tits.

The combined action of his hands made her break off their kiss and pant out, "Fuck me! Willie! Fuck me now!"

Willie looked around the living room. He shook his head as he surveyed the furniture. Nothing seemed very promising to him for a good, methodical, hard and long fucking.

"Let's get to the bedroom. I want a bed."

"This way…" Joleen pulled in the direction of her bedroom.

Willie allowed himself to be towed away. But he kept his firm grip on Joleen's tit. He crushed the flesh and quirted the nipple out between two of his fingers. The man loved the way the big tit moved and seemed to respond to his every command.

In the bedroom, the pair quickly stripped off Willie's clothing. Willie removed his shirt in record time, but Joleen hesitated with his trousers. As soon as she had them off the man, his cock snapped out into her face.

The sight of the hard prick was too much for the woman to pass up. She took it into her mouth and began to suck. Willie felt the wetness surround his cock and smiled.

This was the stuff he liked. He wanted a woman to worship his cock. Beg for it. Make him feel like a king.

He fumbled in his pants pocket for a moment and pulled out a small package wrapped in brown paper.

Willie grabbed a handful of brown hair and pulled Joleen's sucking mouth away from his cock. He held the package in front of her and said, "This is the ruby ring Larry wanted. You can give it to him or not whenever you please."

"To hell with the ring!" cried Joleen as she went back to sucking on Willie's cock.

The man had to smile. He had her pegged right. That boy of hers was a greedy son of a bitch. He'd make it big in the rackets. But the mother… she was just a cock-hungry bitch!

Willie felt the woman's tongue slide along his cock and knew he had made the right decision in coming over. He'd been leery of getting too involved with Joleen. And Larry was a loudmouth. The kid might amount to something, but he talked too much.

Maybe good mouths ran in the family. Larry's was too big; Joleen's was driving him mad with excitement. The delicate, feathery touches of her tongue on the underside of his cock were sheer torture. But it was a torture that Willie would be willing to endure for a long time!

"Fine, Joleen, real fine. Now get the hell up on the bed where I can fuck you!"

The speed with which the woman moved was surprising. Willie blinked twice in disbelief. One second Joleen had his prick in her mouth. The next, she was on the bed with her legs spread open in obvious invitation to him.

Willie studied her. Joleen had her legs lifted and spread so that he could see her cuntlips, and the shadowy region of her slit. His eyes raked across her slightly domed belly, took in the mountainous tits, then came back to the black fleece jungle of her cunt mound. The triangle pointed down to her manhole.

And it was here that the man was really going to dig. He could see the pink-tinged cuntlips open for him. They begged him to cram a long, hard cock through them and into a hungry cunt. Hard. Fast. As many times as he could manage before he blasted off into her steamy hot cunt.