Rex Taylor - Mother lover

Don stood up, too. "That sounds like a good idea," he agreed. "I'll try to round up Chris, and he and I can have a long-delayed father/son talk." He wondered what Chris would say when he found out that his newest score was his own twin sister.

"Before you go," Don interjected, "I want you to know that you can count on me for anything. Maybe, after the kids know the truth, we can all get together and laugh about this. It's funny, Gwen. For years I've wondered what would happen if the two of us should meet by accident and just look-scarcely one harsh word between us. I guess time heals all wounds, doesn't it?"

"Of course not," Gwen said sweetly. "I still despise the ground you walk on and in normal

circumstances I wouldn't speak to you to save either of our lives. But this concerns my daughter. I've worked hard to give her everything she could ever want, and I will not see her hurt-even if it means I have to be civil to you for a few minutes. And." she added, going out the door, "I sincerely hope that this is the last time I ever have to look at your face." She did not look back as she walked to her Volkswagen.

One thing about his ex-wife, Don thought approvingly-she was a woman of principle and candor. He liked that in a woman.

"Oh, that felt good," Cathy whispered, still sitting on Chris' lap in the tub. The water was lukewarm by now, and his sperm was slowly trickling out of her wet snatch. She hadn't had much of an orgasm-just a nice, tingly feeling deep inside her belly-but it didn't matter. They'd kissed and made up and sealed their reconciliation in the best of all possible ways, with his cock jabbing hard into her cunt and spitting out a creamy load of hot jism. So what if she hadn't really seen stars exploding and rockets blasting off into the heavens? She felt good and he felt good and it was nice to be sitting on his lap while his prick began to melt within her creamy cunt.

"Water's getting cold," he said, moving his head where it nestled against her gently heaving tilt

"Oh, hell," she muttered, realizing that the water was indeed getting cold, that the bubbles had begun to dissipate and, worst of all, that her skin was starting to get pruny-wrinkled from such lengthy immersion. "C'mon, you can dry me off while I dry you."

She stepped out onto the mat beside the tub and

reached for the towels hanging on the rack nearby. Cathy began to wipe the water from Chris' body while he did the same for her, but, as might be expected, drying soon took a second place to fooling around. He seemed to spend a long time, much longer than necessary, smoothing the towel across Cathy's boobs and she felt her nipples getting stiffer and more excited each time he scraped the coarse towel aver them.

And to make matters worse, he slipped the middle of the towel between her legs and began to saw it back and forth upon her crotch, very deliberately, until Cathy's hips had no choice but to start moving in a sexy, dance-like fashion. The friction of the towel as it dragged again and again upon the tender mouth of her snatch was too much for her, and she drew back, making Chris drop one end of the towel, giving her a chance to step away from him.

She took her towel in an archer's posture, one end in the hand thrust forward, the other, like the arrow-levering string, drawn way back, and she flipped it at him, the tip of the towel stinging him wickedly upon the cock.

"Ouch!" he yelped, grabbing his dick and hopping once or twice. "That wasn't fair!"

"It wasn't fair for you to try to get me hot again, either, Mr. Superstud," Cathy pointed out saucily. "But if it really hurt you that much, why, Nurse Cathy knows what to do."

She dropped to her knees, pushed his hand away from his prick, and, taking the wounded tool in her fingers, she raised it to her lips and kissed where the towel had stung him. "Does it feel better now?" she asked, looking up.

He touched her hair, stroking the curls still tousled and uncombed after her night's sleep. "Bet it did," he sighed. "You want to give it one to grow on, while you're at it?"

"Okay," she said, "and I hope to God it works. You can use it!" The lie fresh from her lips, she gave his cock not one but a dozen smacking, wet-mouthed kisses, up and down its length from nuts to foreskin, her hand hefting appreciatively his heavy sac of balls.

His dong grew tense under Cathy's attentions, and she discovered that if she put her lips in a certain place, she could feel each and every spurt of hot blood as it began to flow with renewed vigor into Chris Robinson's recuperating cock. Curious, she parted her lips and gripped his boner from the side.

Her fingers toyed with his foreskin, sliding it back and forth. She really liked the fact that Chris was uncircumcised, because it was a turn-on to diddle his prepuce.

He liked it, too, if his steadily improving physical condition was any indication. In spite of the fact that he'd just filled her cunt with a nice creamy cargo of jism, Chris' dick was getting harder by-the second, and he realized that he was simply always horny for Cathy. Screwing her once wasn't enough-it could never be enough. His cock shot out to its full, rigid length, and he was ready to put it inside her again, in any hole she chose.

Cathy released his prick from her mouth and drew her head back, studying her work. She turned her head this way, then that, eyeing his hard-on from a variety of angles, satisfying herself that she had done a first-rate job of getting Chris up for seconds. "It looks like all systems go," she declared.

"Bet your sweet ass all systems are go," he growled, taking her hands and jerking her to her feet. She melted into his embrace, eagerly accepting his tongue inside her mouth, her hands

busily nurturing, cultivating the stiffness to which she had once more brought his cock. His hands were on the sides of her head, forcing her to the kiss she would not have resisted in any case, but at last she began to shake herself loose.

"Do you know," she began in a panting voice, "that we have made it in the grass and on the sand and in the bathtub but never-I mean never-in a bed?"

"I didn't know that," he mused.

"Well, aren't you gonna do-anything about it?"

He scooped her up in his arms and held her like a bridegroom about to carry his virginal prize across their honeymoon threshold. "Which way is the bedroom?"

Chris eased Cathy onto her unmade bed and she turned hastily on her knees, throwing the rumpled sheet and bedspread out of the way. She fell onto her back then, legs open, ass thrusting up at him, and said, "Come and get it."

He flopped down beside her.. "Jesus," he said, "what if your mother comes back?"

"I bet she was gonna take her article to mail," Cathy smiled. "She finished it last night. And that means she has to go over to the mainland. It'll be a while before she gets home. And even if she does catch us-I don't care any more. She'll have to find out sometime, and she might as well know the score now. Well? Cat got your pecker or something? Or do you need some instructions?" She put a hand between her legs, spreading her pussy open for him, displaying for his eyes alone the scarlet mystery of her tight young snatch.

"You're the one who needs the instructions," he said firmly. "On your knees, girl!"

Cathy did as he requested, and then he arranged her to suit his desires, making her kneel like a snippy young cat with her weight thrown upon hands and knees, her bead hanging low, her perky ass thrust high. He crouched behind her, his fingers slipping freely into the mouth of her cunt, and she moaned excitedly as she felt him spread her twat so roughly, so eagerly, so lustfully. "Doggie?" she asked. "Arf! Arf!"

And then her playful barking became transformed into wild, heated sighs, for his cock, stiff and ready, replaced his fingers and he slipped without a hitch into the channel of her pussy. She bucked her hips as he made his entrance, swiveling her ass to swallow his rigid tool, coating its stabbing bulk in the wet juices of her cunt. "That-hits-the- fucking-spot," she groaned as she took it all the way home, the tip of his prick bumping unexpectedly against the tiny-mouthed vase of her uterus.