Rex Taylor: Mother lover

She turned away from him; eluding the hand that reached for her, and she went into the bathroom. Before she could close the door, he was standing beside her, arms folded on his chest.

Cathy turned on the tap and stood watching as the tub filled with warm water. She sprinkled bubble bath in and giggled childishly as her hand stirred the powder into suds. When she looked around, he was still there. "Wanna watch me bathe?" she asked. "Is that as much fun as screwing Penny What's-her-name?"

"You can be a bitch when you want to be," he observed. "A real, first-class bitch. Last night I made up my mind to wait for you to come back to me. I wanted to see you beg and crawl. This morning I woke up wanting you so bad it hurt, and I came over to tell you that. I think I love you."

She looked at him with lower lip suddenly trembling. "Is that just a line, or do you mean it?"

Chris went to her and swept her into his arms for a hello kiss that answered her question completely and honestly. She broke her face away from his, and he could see the little tears welling in

her striking blue eyes. "I think you do mean it," she said quietly.

His hands went down to pull open her robe, to find her nakedness beneath. He stroked her body, felt her jugs and her belly and her plump little cunt mound, and the robe fell to the floor unheeded. She purred at his touch, then flipped around and shut off the water which had by now half-filled the tub. "Bath time," she said, stepping into the tub. "You're welcome to join me."

"Invitation accepted," he said, throwing off his shirt, letting his pants drop. He wore no underwear and the falling of his jeans revealed his cock, already partially erect.

Cathy, sitting in the tub, made a sudden grab for his pecker, catching it in her hands, rubbing and rolling her palms under it till it stood up stiff and proud, the purplish knobby head beginning to peep from beneath its foreskin covering. He bent his knees slightly to bring his tool closer, and she responded by letting her tongue glide forth to dab wetly upon-his hard shaft. "Hi, there, big fellow," she cooed in a mock little-girl voice that made him laugh in spite of his seriousness of purpose, and then she opened her mouth, drawing his dick in for a suck of welcome.

Her tongue and lips moved skillfully upon his cock, and he thought wishfully of how nice it would be to let her suck him off right there-but she'd invited him to join her in the tub, and he wouldn't miss that for the sake of treasures untold.

"Bath time," he said, gently withdrawing his prick from the grip of her hands and lips, stepping into the water in which she sat awaiting him. It felt good to be lolling there in the sudsy tub with the girl he loved, Chris decided, and it felt especially good because the girl he loved was at that moment using her hands to fondle and stroke his rampant

cock, toying and playing with his manhood in a totally irresistible manner. He reciprocated, reaching out to catch her hard brown nipples between his fingers, rubbing them into telescoping erectile points of tingling flesh.

"Do you really love me?" she asked him suddenly, her face growing serious and reflective. He nodded. "More than anyone else in the world?" He nodded again. "I'm glad," she announced, "because that's how I feel about you, too. That's why it hurt me so much last night when-"

"Don't even talk about it," he commanded, pulling her through the water and onto his lap. She snuggled atop his loins, her boobs rubbing his chin, her hands wrapped around his neck and head. His stiff cock was pressed against the abundant fur of her cunt, riding in the slit of her crotch.

"How long have you known her?" Cathy asked, ignoring his request.

"Years," he replied resignedly. "Ever since we were little kids. She's always been sort of like a favorite cousin."

"Some kind of cousin," Cathy commented. "What the hell do you do to your aunts?"

He laughed. "You've got a dirty mind. For your information, Penny was the first girl I ever laid."

"Oh, shill" Cathy squealed. "You're kidding!"

"Cross my heart and hope to die. We were-I don't know-twelve, maybe. And one summer my dad and stepmother and her parents all got together for a week or so in the mountains, and Penny and I spent a lot of time by ourselves. So one day we got to talking about sex and decided to try it out."

"Was she any good?"

"Okay, I guess. After all, I didn't have anything to compare with."

"Was she as good as I am? Was she ever as good as I am?"

"I don't remember. It's been so long since I've done it with you."

"Bastard!" Cathy lifted her hips from his legs. "C'mon, stud, refresh your memory.

He reached into the gap she had left and seized hold of his pecker, guiding it into Cathy's soapy snatch. There was a squishy, sloshing noise as he made his entrance, but once inside her cunt, he found his prick gripped and cuddled in what had to be the nicest pussy in all the world, and it was only fair, Chris decided, that he give her the best fucking of which he was capable. He proceeded to do that very thing.

Cathy made ga-ga eyes as she took his meat into her cunt, and she began to corkscrew her hips up and down upon his rod, taking it on the way home with sighs and moans that showed precisely how much she had missed him.

Chris put his hands on her tits, squeezing them around his face, kneading and massaging the firm young mounds, pinching nipples to make her squeal in glee, occasionally using his tongue upon the inner curves of her boobs and upon the brawn caps of sensuous flesh. She cuddled him against her bosom, wishing to drown him in the love she felt swelling inside her body, all the while continuing to fuck herself up and down in that close-clasped sifting position in the tub. It was delightful and delicious, and she felt sexy and slutty and every inch a pawn-up sensuous woman at that moment.

"Oh, Christ!" she said suddenly, slamming her twat down upon his cock, giving his balls a shaking jolt that was near to sending him prematurely into ejaculation.

"What's wrong?" he asked, positive she hadn't came already.

"This is crazy!" she informed him. "I don't

know how long Gwen is going to be away, for Christ's sake. If she comes back and finds us in the tub screwing, she'll pitch a bitch. It'll make the Six Day War look like a poker game."

"Fuck faster," Chris suggested.

"Don't make jokes," Cathy shrilled. She tried to un-cunt him, but it was no use. He held her tightly, showing no sign of a wish to release her body. "C'mon," she pleaded. "My mother will shit herself."

"That's a physical impossibility," he said. "Besides-I don't care. For one thing, she's not my mother, so she can't do anything to me. And I won't let her do anything to you. She's just gonna have to get used to having me around, because I'm here to stay."

"You're crazy," she announced; "But I love you for it." Her hips began to swivel once more, and she started riding him again, forcefully, assuredly, secure in the protecting shield of his love.

Don Robinson looked at the figure in the doorway. He shook his head. "I don't believe it," he said at last. "You haven't changed a bit, Gwen."

"Of course I have," she snapped, "and I don't have time to listen to any of your bullshit. May I come in?"

He opened the door for her, giving a mockingly courtly bow.

She flung herself into a chair and tossed Chris' wallet in Don's direction. He caught it skillfully, recognizing the gold-embossed "CR" decorating the leather. "Thanks," he said. "Where did you find this?"

"On the sofa in our living room this morning," she said curtly. "After Chris brought my daughter home from their date."

Don whistled. "You're kidding."

"I am most certainly not kidding. They went to some party on the beach last night."