Rex Taylor: Mother lover

Cathy dropped onto her back, legs parted, hands up stretched, and he crawled to her, lying partly atop her but careful not to crush her with his weight. She wrapped her arms around his back and

neck and traced sensuous patterns across his skin as he lay pressing upon her, his mouth brushing and grazing hers, his teeth chewing now and then at her thin, passionate lips, his hard, hot prick trapped delightfully in the tight space between their bellies.

She was in a playful mood, and she began to writhe and toll beneath him, turning and twisting until he was on his back and she lay in the commanding position. Their legs were so entwined they resembled a pretzel, and he reached down to grab the cheeks of her pert and perky ass, squeezing at the velvety cushions, pulling her all the tighter against him.

Jennifer shook her head. She had been right the first time she'd laid eyes upon Cathy. The girl was definitely hot as a pistol. Too bad she was such a flaming heterosexual. They could have some fun together, too. And too bad Chris was in such a monogamous mood.

Jennifer let her panties drop, doing it in a nonchalant manner since no one was watching. Cathy and Chris were rolling and romping in the grass and they only had eyes for each other. Funny they hadn't realized how much they looked alike, she thought. Chris and Cathy. Even sounded like the cutesy-pie, same-initial or same-sound names parents seemed to feel compelled to smack onto twins.

Jennifer slipped her butt onto the ground once more, legs bent back with the heels near her rump and the knees wide and pointing up. Chris was behind Cathy now, both of them lying on their sides, and she had one leg tossed back across his thigh as he scooted the tip of his pecker through the abundant fluffy fur of Cathy's bush. Jennifer's hand dropped automatically into her crotch, and she began to rub her palm across the fat bulge of her pussy. She panted silently as her hand made

contact with the already damp lip of her cunt. Her fingers straightened out and she pinched at the exposed folds of her box, splayed open by the parting of her legs. She tightened the grip of her fingers and squeezed until her eyes watered, little stings of moisture tiny in comparison to the fluids beginning to seep within her cunt.

Cathy squealed as Chris suddenly guided his prick right into the tight, damp mouth of her snatch and gave a pressing thrust that wedged his cock inside her hole knob-deep. She threw her arms back to clutch at him and he rammed her again, this time making a full, satisfactory penetration. "Yes! Ooohhh, yesss!" she wailed, not quite lucid enough to wonder how much of her fervor was due to the pleasurable sensations and how much to the watching presence of Jennifer.

Jennifer pronged her hole with a finger at almost the same moment, digging far inside her snatch.

Cathy's eyes had been tightly closed, but now she opened them and their gaze fell upon Jennifer at work finger-fucking herself only a few feet away. She whistled in surprise at her first sight of Jennifer's cunt, for that organ was plump and protruding, its crack split open by the girl's posture and thinly veiled by the sparse crop of carrot-colored hair adorning Jennifer's cunt. Most of all she was surprised at the size of Jennifer's gash. The red-haired girl seemed to have a veritable Grand Canyon of a cunt, and Cathy wondered in an idle moment how the girl achieved satisfaction diddling herself with anything smaller than a Cadillac.

But on the other hand, Jennifer seemed to be suffering no discomfort at the moment. Her head was hanging to one side and her eyes were covered with a watery glaze and she was using one hand to pinch her nipples, the other to ram and poke her

pussy. Cathy could see the fingers disappearing into Jen's wide-open slit, could see them withdrawn again to appear for a moment hovering on the brink, wet and slippery, before they slammed home once more. And all the while Jen's thumb played with her clitoral nub, thrumming it, sliding upon it, circling around it where the button rose stiffly from its hood of wet flesh. The sight was interesting. Cathy had never watched a girl-at least a grown-up girl like Jen-masturbating before, and she was surprised to see that the girl's technique closely resembled the one she herself resorted to on occasion.

This observation period was confined to a fraction of a second, the breathing space Cathy was allowed between a pair of matched stabs from Chris' cock. She rammed her ass back against Chris hard when he pronged her.

Her hands were sliding uncontrollably upon his sweat-greasy body as she tried to clutch him during their rear-entry fuck, and he was having the, same difficulty holding onto either of her high, petite boobs, which were shaking with the exertion she put into her body movements. He took her hands in his and they wrapped fingers together as they fucked.

They were both panting by now, their chests heaving with the expenditure of their energy, and she tried to lift her leg higher, to wrap it completely around him, to lay her pussy all the more open to his stabbing dick. He had almost forgotten the precise sweetness of her tight-fitting pussy, but no memory could hope to capture the reality of it, and he surrendered himself to the joys of the moment as he felt her clutching and sucking at his prick with the rippling young muscles of her cunt. She held him in her cuntal grip with the control and snugness of a skilled fist, but this was

head and shoulders above any hand job he had ever received. Cathy was head and shoulders above any other girl he'd ever laid, and he knew, knew it in his heart, that he would choose an hour inside her pussy over an eternity in paradise. Was there really any difference? he wondered, stiffening his body suddenly in an effort to prevent himself from squirting too soon.

Groans and sighs were seeping from Cathy's lips as easily, as profusely, as the cunt juices dripped from her honeyed snatch, and she was puffing a nice twist into her hips that wrenched his cock delightfully each time he'd buried it inside her hole. His nuts screamed with the agony of holding back their creamy load but he forced them, whipped them to their steadfast duty, and the fear of popping his wad too soon left him abruptly, allowing Chris to breathe easier and concentrate once more upon fucking.

Cathy shook her head madly as she screwed herself into the homestretch, and her long blonde hair flipped madly, lashing into Chris' face again and again, filling his nostrils with its fragrant, fresh aroma. He bent his face in closer and nipped at her neck with his teeth, making her whimper joyously, and she tightened her fingers on his till he felt as if they were trapped in a grip as solid as his cock had found inside her snug twat.

He chewed along the soft flesh of her shoulder, tasting the sweetness of her skin, and she wiggled against him, shaking her ass, tickling its round curves upon the hair of his crotch. They were both into it now, both of them riding toward a sensational come, and they seemed to soar high above the ground on which they lay, cresting and swooping on wings of sex.

Jennifer was getting there, too, aided by the skilled and expert fucking that she watched as

much as by the equally adept work of her fingers upon her box, She went onto her hands and knees and crawled towards the writhing figures of Cathy and Chris, lying down upon her belly within touching distance, one hand caught beneath her as it wiggled and twiddled inside her cunt. She scooted closer, twisting like a snake, fingering her twat all the way, and she brought her face into contact with Cathy's sweat-damp features, licking out with her tongue to taste the other girl's perspiration.

Cathy squirmed uncomfortably at Jennifer's tongue-touch, but she couldn't free her hands from Chris' in order to push the girl away from her, and besides, she was so, close to coming right now that she couldn't dream of stopping to swat a fly-even a carrot-headed, big-titted fly like Jennifer.