Rex Taylor: Mother lover

Her twat was a wet glove of sticky, slick flesh upon his prick, and within seconds his hands had once again found her boobs, fighting with her own fingers for the right to play with her tits during their fuck, winning that fight and immediately putting the victory to good use. He caught her nipples in pinching, squeezing holds that made her scream in unparalleled delight, and the incessant activity of his fingers upon her paps signaled a telegram of increased arousal to her brain, serving only to underscore what Cathy already knew and knew well-that she was about to come!

Again and again his thick shaft slicked into her hole, pulled nearly all the way out, then rammed home once more. The constant stretching and releasing of her rubbery snatch mouth was making

her clit stretch and relax in equal measure, and this, coupled with the steady in-out, in-out, of his prick in her twat and the effective work of his fingers upon her hot, melting nipples, was too much for Cathy, making her scream out her joy long before she really wanted to.

"YESSSSS! I" she shrieked then, her body dissolving into a mass of molten lust. "OH, GOD!!" were the last coherent words to burst from her lips before the rippling of muscles and fibers within her body became uncontrollable and it seemed as if her very nerve endings lay raw and exposed.

Chris smiled indulgently to see her reaching an orgasm, proud of her for being so sensitive, proud of himself for having had the patience to arouse her so fully before seeking his own pleasure. She convulsed in the grip of her climax and he held up a moment, watching her and loving her, then he began to hump away, now in dead earnest, sawing his cock in and out, of her cunt in an attempt to reach his own release in time to share it with Cathy.

Fucking her during her orgasm was like nothing he could ever have imagined. Her cunt seemed to have become electrified, to be massaging his prick with millions of rolling, gliding fingers, and he knew from the way she clutched at his rod with the lips of her snatch, with the inner muscles of her pussy, that he could not hold back long.

He jabbed her again, again, again, three, four, five, six times more, fucking frantically, and suddenly he knew that his time was at hand. He looked at her, and he realized there was something he needed to know, to know fast! "Can I come inside you?" he asked in a sharp voice, trying to cut through the fog of release that hung over Cathy. "Is it all right if I come inside you?"

She squealed sharply, her eyes still shut, her

hands sifting through the grass on either side of where she lay, and he knew that she hadn't heard him, that she was in a world all her own at that moment.

"Can I come inside?" he asked once again, louder, clearer, but making no more impression. He knew it wouldn't. His question had been asked for the sake of convention that last time, for even as he spoke, he felt a sudden wrenching in his balls and his sperm began to let fly.

He was inside her cunt when the first squirt left his cock, and he knew there was no real safety in pulling out now, so he began to lunge and jab inside Cathy's pussy, jerking hard as he shot his creamy load.

She jerked in reply when she felt his first squishing spurt deep within, and her cunt throbbed and hammered with a new fire that even his copious jism could not extinguish. Her snatch wrung and twisted around his cock as he shuddered and came, and she used her cunt to suck his prick dry of everything his balls could produce.

Later, when they lay together, sweaty and naked, on the grass beside the pool in the woods, he whispered softly, "I tried to ask if it was all right for me to come inside you, but you didn't answer and I couldn't stop myself by then."

"It's all right, silly," she purred, "I'm on the Pill."

"Good," he sighed. "That's a very responsible attitude."

"It sure is," she agreed, "so remember that you don't have to ask the next time."

"Is there going to be a next time?"

"Bet your ass there is," she giggled, kissing him on the tip of his nose.

She rolled away from him, letting her fingers brush across the cum-wet fur of her snatch. She burst a bubble of white clinging in her beaver hair, then brought the fingers to her nose to sniff delicately. Her lips curled in a pixie-like smile and her tongue peeked forth, flicking across the wet fingertips, tasting the juice, and she smiled to show him that the taste was indeed delicious.

Chris reached for her, his cock sore from the strenuous fuck but irresistibly erecting for yet another round. He was too slow, though, and she had already danced away when his hand slapped the open air where she had been lying. He jumped to his feet and ran after her, following the scuttering of her sandals-she'd never taken them off-and leaping with her into the water of the

wooded pond.

She swam away from him, laughing as she splashed, her arms and legs flailing and kicking in the water, but Chris was as good a swimmer and he caught her near the middle of the pool, holding her by the arms, bouncing and buoying on the water to keep afloat.

Cathy took his kiss agreeably, and beneath the surface of the clear pond she let her legs bump again and again upon the hardening lance of his prick, trying to trap it between her thighs. "My

God," she said lightly, "you must be a real sex maniac. Didn't you get enough the other time?"

"I couldn't get enough," he grunted hornily. "Not of you and that thing you've got."

"It's called a pussy, silly!" she giggled in delight, pulling away from him. She paddled away fast, making for the shore where they had lain and fucked together, and he swam after her like a crocodile hunting unwary bathers, following Cathy to the bank.

She was clambering ashore when he caught her by the ankle and upended her on the grass. The hairs on Cathy's cunt gleamed and shone with the water that clung to their silky tendrils, and the furry mat had parted slightly to allow him a glorious close-up of her pink gash.

Once again he told himself that she had a gorgeous pussy, a snatch that could be dangerously addictive once you'd gotten a taste of it-and he frowned then, for he'd not had a taste of it, not at all. He flopped onto his belly beside her and immediately applied his mouth to the sweet-tasting hole that lurked among her pussy fuzz.

"Oooh," Cathy purred as she felt him spread her pussylips wide. The cool breeze fluttered across her wet curt, chilling her with a fantastic shuddery tingle that was absolutely nothing in comparison to what she experienced when he nibbled on her petite inner pussylips.

He massaged her cunt mouth with his tongue until she sighed aloud with the delicious expectation of yet another orgasm, and then his fingers had slipped in once more to pry open the tightness of her young box so that he could thrust his tongue directly up her slick curt hole.

Chris stabbed hard, once, twice, three times, ramming his tongue up her cunt as though it were a frisky, limber cock, and she drenched his face with the juices of her inner depths. Her flavor drifted to his nostrils, across his taste buds, and it was like nothing else he'd ever experienced. It was sweet and it was juicy and it was all Cathy. He'd know her again by pussy-flavor alone if he didn't meet her once more for another twenty years.

He licked upward through her gash, then down, each time making sure to linger attentively upon her already soaked clit. She whined each time her love button felt the brushes and caresses of his tongue, and she cried aloud once, long and deliriously, when her wonderful new lover began to suck voraciously upon the lumpy little point of her clit. His smooth chin was pressed tightly against her cunt hole, and she knew that she was bathing him, lips and cheeks and chin, in the fluid of her arousal.