Rex Taylor: Mother lover

Chris eyed the fine lines of her young body, and he wondered why his face was growing so red-indeed, why his face could be growing red, for it seemed that every drop of blood in his body was at that very moment pumping like crazy into the barrel of his prick. He looked down at his front, saw the crotch of his trunks tenting out as his pole went up. Her eyes dropped with his, and she smiled to see what effect her nakedness was having upon him.

"Does that always happen when you see a naked girl?" she asked innocently, her fingertips brushing across his budding hard-on. He jumped as if she were wired for electrocution, and his cock bulged all the more, beginning to ache with the need he suddenly felt.

"A girl like you," he said softly, staring at the stunningly dark hair of her crotch. Her pussy fur was almost black, in vivid contrast to the golden glow of her head hair, and it was impressively thick, so much so that he couldn't even see the lips of her cunt through the under bush. He couldn't help himself-and obviously she wanted it, too, or she'd never have stripped off in front of him-and his hand closed upon her furry muff.

"Ooohhhh," she whispered as she felt him grip her twat in his firm paw. Her hand dropped to stroke his.

He filled his hand with her snatch, reveling in the plump thrust of her cunt mound, in the satiny smoothness of her fuzz, in the moistness he could already feel beneath his palm. He clutched her tight, fondling her cunt, and while her fingers teased and trailed across his wrist, her thighs began to clamp together, pressuring him softly in return as he pressured her.

Cathy moved against him, so that her tits brushed against his bare chest. He felt her nipples stiffen on impact, and then her boobs crushed against him and she began to rise on tiptoes, her hands clutching his shoulders to support her body, and he dropped his face slightly to meet her lips with his own.

She parted her lips immediately, and he did likewise, his tongue stabbing out, scraping across her white teeth to penetrate the cavern of her mouth. She caught his tongue hard then, sucking it voraciously as it slid wetly across her own, and Chris could feel his Lower lip brushing again and again upon her teeth. Her mouth opened slightly then, and she began to probe and explore with her tongue inside his mouth. She was aggressive, as aggressive as any girl he'd ever known, and he loved it. He could tell she'd be a tiger when they got around to the actual fuck.

He let go of her pussy, pulling his hands out of the space between their bodies, and she was rubbing him now from tits to knees, trying to wrap her legs around him where he stood. Chris reached behind to cup the cheeks of her rosy ass, to give her additional support as she raised herself against him, and in the process he let his fingers drift

roguishly into the crack between her asscheeks. Cathy squirmed when she felt his fingertips brush round her puckered bung, when she felt them begin to twine and pull the soft, sparse hairs that grew further back in her crack, and she rubbed him all the harder with her bare body, thrilling delightfully as she felt the lump of his prick grow and grow and grow inside his shorts.

She pulled her tongue back, let his slip free, and she spoke to him, so close that her milky breath tickled his upper lip. "Let's go swimming," her voice invited.

"You've gotta be kidding," he whispered in amazement.

She giggled and slipped back onto the soles of her feet, drawing back from him a step or so. "My God," she said, looking at his stiffened cock. "If you go in with that, you'll displace all the water."

Cathy dropped to her knees before he could stop her, as if he had any intention of doing so. She hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of his trunks and tugged them down.

Freed suddenly of its imprisoning garment, Chris' cock bounced and bobbled and bumped Cathy hard upon the chin. She laughed a tinkling laugh at that, and she looked up at him with an indescribably mysterious expression in her pale blue eyes. He realized at that moment that she had eyes of the purest, sweetest blue he'd ever seen-a delicate watercolor shade whose beauty he'd never appreciated, particularly since his own eyes were only a hair darker and he'd been ribbed for years about having eyes like a milk-faced country maiden. Seeing Cathy's eyes now, seeing the look that was in them, made him forget all the dorm-room teasing.

She took his cock in a small, dainty hand, stroked up and down its rigid length, appreciating its size, its thickness, its hard masculine beauty. And it was so warm, so full of life. Cathy loved cocks. She loved to touch them, to stroke them. Sometimes she was content to begin a sex session by deftly jacking off her partner to a spurting, splashing climax, confident that she could easily arouse him to a fresh hard-on that would last an hour or more.

"Do you play with this very much?" she asked suddenly, her voice honestly curious.

"Huh?" he asked, his prick throbbing in her grip.

"Do you play with it?" she repeated. "You know, just lie around, touching yourself, stroking it, whatever?"

"Sometimes," he admitted. "Not as much as I used to, before I found out about girls."

"I know what you mean," she sighed thoughtfully. Again she moved her hand up and down his shaft, fingers teasingly loose upon his hard cock flesh. "I wish I had one of these," she added. "I'd play with it all the time. I think I'm in love with the idea of a penis." Her face moved, cheek rubbing along the stiff, reddened dong. He felt the warmth of her face vibrating through every pore of his body and he let his hands come down to touch and stroke her soft hair.

She put her fingers upon the tip of his rod, pulling back, the foreskin until his cockhead was completely bare, and she stared for a moment at the purple knob, already bearing within the slotted cum-slit a tiny drop of clear liquid. She moved her head again, her lips brushing his wine-dark cocktip, taking away with the initial drop of lubricating juice.

Cathy lay back on the grass while Chris stood above her, his breath leaving him in excited gasps. His trunks were hanging at knee height on his slightly spread legs and, as soon as he could collect himself, he rejoined his legs so that the garments fell completely off. He kicked them away impatiently, then slumped down beside her..

She was waiting for him, lying on one side and licking her lips. One of her hands was brushing back and forth across an already stiffened nipple, making the little brown bump jiggle provocatively. Nothing, he thought, that he had ever seen was half so sexy, so immediately desirable. Let alone so immediately obtainable.

He threw himself upon her, forcing Cathy onto her back once more, his mouth covering hers, his hands roaming and straying across every inch of her body. He filled his hands with her ripe tits, feeling the nipples punch hard and hot against his palms in reply. He drew fingertips across her snatch, feeling the tightly clutched lips part for him, feeling the dewy wetness of her cunt. He slipped his hands beneath her body, once more grabbing at the luscious cheeks of her butt, and she lifted herself to make it easier for him. And at the same time her hands were upon him, touching his back, stroking his hair, his shoulders, slipping low to tease his own ass, to slip into his crack and fickle the back of his balls. She tangled her fingers in his crotch hair and gave a teasing pull, and he moaned aloud into her sucking, kissing mouth, feeling her soft giggle in reply.

He kissed his way off her mouth, onto her chin, catching the bold point in a sucking wet grip that made her thrust it against and into him. He slid farther down, sucking and biting at her neck, at her shoulderblades, making his way onto the rising curve of her tit. She touched his ear with her fingertips, tracing the whorls and folds of his flesh, digging gently at it, and he felt her fingers stiffen when he descended to her nipple.