Nick Eastwood: Ball in the family

"UNNNGGGHHH, I'M COMING!" she gasped.

Mel socked his bloated cock deep into her, butting her cunt, and held it there, letting her convulsing cunt muscles do all the work for him. He especially liked this moment, when her climaxing pussy squeezed and released his cock in a steady violent rhythm. And tonight he was particularly fascinated with her little shitter as it gasped and clenched in orgasmic spasms. That little hole would have to be deliciously tight.

"Oooooooooo, so fuckin' good!" Gloria squealed, "I'M coming SO GOOD!"

She collapsed an her belly, too dizzy with pleasure to kneel, and Mel's huge blue-veined prick snapped from her juicing cunt. He waited, breathing harshly, till she stopped writhing around, his eyes still glued to her convulsing little whole. His cock lurched violently and drip pod big globs of juice onto the sheet.

"Listen, Gloria," he said hoarsely, "I'm gonna fuck you some more, but first I want to say something. I'm tired of this silly game we've been playing. I'm serious about you. I think it's time you settled down with one man."

Gloria turned her beautiful face and stared at him in horror. "Never mention that to me again, Mel," she snapped. "I've never married, and I never will. I don't belong to any man. I only belong to myself."

"You won't marry sue, then?" Mel said. "That's your final answer?"

"Absolutely," Gloria said. "In fact, I think we'd better stop seeing each other. You're getting too serious."

"All right, baby, you got it," Mel snapped. "This – is – gonna be our fuck and, believe me, you're not gonna forget it."

He rammed the huge hard knobby head of his cock into the tiny clenched mouth of her asshole. Gloria screamed. He seized her writhing hips and held her in place while he stuffed every solid inch of his big cock into her fiery-hot little shiner. Gloria felt like a baseball bat had been rammed up her ass. She desperately tried to crawl off the brutal impalement, but Mel held her and started assfucking her.

"OHHHH, NOOOOOOO!" Gloria wailed. "Mel, it hurts! You'll kill me! Oh stop!"

"Oh, so you're human after all?" Mel growled. "I thought maybe your asshole was, plastic like the rest of you."

"Oh, please, Mel, take it out," Gloria sobbed. "Uh-uh," he said coldly. "This fuck is for me." Gloria felt his rock-hard prick hammering mercilessly in her tender tight shitter, and she knew she wasn't going to escape. She relaxed her asshole as much as she could and found that it expanded to take his pounding cock without pain. In fact there was a wild wicked pleasure when she relaxed, and she discovered that her asshole was just as responsive and sexy-feeling as her cunt.

"Uhhhhh!" she gasped.

"That's right, cunt," Mel panted. "You're gonna take it whether you like it or not. I'm gonna come in your ass."

Gloria didn't bother to tell him that she liked his rough ass-fucking more every second. The prick didn't deserve the satisfaction. She just knelt there and got off on the strange new sensation of having her sensitive little shitter crammed with hot throbbing cock. This was definitely something she wanted to try again – but not with Mel.

"Take it, bitch," he grunted. "Take it right out your fuckin' throat."

He had more filthy things to yell at her, but Gloria didn't hear them because she was coming. It was a strange sensation to have a climax in her whole. It felt even more powerful and delicious titan having one in her cunt. She barely managed to stifle her cries of pleasure. Mel didn't realize she was coming, because he was nearing his own climax, his big hairy balls about to explode.

"Awww!" he bellowed. "Aaaggghhh!"

Gloria felt the fiery blast of his jizz deep in her bowels, and it triggered her right into another dizzying orgasm. The next thing she knew Mel was whipping his exhausted prick out of her ass. He climbed off the bed and quickly dressed, leaving her without a word of goodbye.

Gloria told herself she couldn't care less. Sauce this up he'd said tonight had hurt her, but she'd just forget them. She'd have no trouble finding another lover, either. There won plenty of men waiting for the chance to take her to bed. Yet after she'd showered and put on her nightgown and crawled into bed, she felt a strange emptiness.

At forty-eight, she was still fantastically beautiful, and she was rich and successful and powerful, too. So what could possibly be wrong? What was missing from her life? Could Mel possibly have been right when he said she needed to settle down with one man?

No, of course not. That was ridiculous…

Gloria had a secret in her past that nobody knew about. Her friends and business associates knew only that she'd been a very well-known and successful model for many years and then had gone into business with her own modeling agency in New York City. She said she'd been born in the mid-West, and she politely declined to say how old she was. She never discussed the years before she came east.

Then one day shortly after her break-up with Mel, her past caught up with her. Gloria was sitting in her private office reading her mail when she opened a letter that left her stunned. It began, "I know you are my mother. I have proof."

Gloria quickly read the letter through and turned pale.

"Oh, no," she gasped. "Please, no."

It all came back to her, the past she'd tried so hard to bury. She'd become pregnant at fifteen, and her straight-laced parents had sent her away to a home for unwed mothers and forced her to give up the baby, a girl, for adoption. Now that girl had tracked her down and was trying to blackmail her. Gloria would have to meet her demands. Her career would be ruined if anyone knew about her sordid past.

According to the letter, the girl, who called herself Alice, had married at fifteen and had three sons. She and her husband were poor, and now that she'd finally located her rich mother, she intended to take advantage of Gloria. Gloria would have to come and look after the three boys, plus pay for a month's vacation for Alice and her husband. If she didn't agree, Alice said, her past would be exposed to all the New York newspapers.

Gloria quickly arranged for her assistant to look after the agency for a month and caught the next plane to Los Angeles, where Alice lived. In a dizzying short space of time, she found herself meeting her long-lost daughter and her unknown grandsons. Alice was a dumpy, sour-faced woman, not at all like her lovely mother, and her husband Ed was fat and dull. But the three boys were something else. They'd inherited all of Gloria's good looks and sex appeal.

Gloria found herself helplessly gawking at the three handsome teenage boys – Tim, Rick and Bob. They were very definite California types, with light blond sun-bleached hair, deep tans, and dazzling smiles. Unlike their parents, the boys were trim and muscular and healthy. Gloria had never met such attractive kids before.

The three boys were equally fascinated with their glamorous grandmother. Gloria was wearing a skin-tight white jumpsuit that showed off her luscious big titted body, and the boys eyed her with obvious pleasure, gathering closely round her in the cramped and tacky living room. Alice and her fat husband stood off to onside and glared.

"Wow, I can't believe it," Tim said. "You're just too pretty and young-looking to be anybody's grandmother. You're not putting us on, are you?"

"I'm afraid not," Gloria said. "Everything your mother told you is true."

"Fantastic," Rick said, giving her a big hug. "We've got the most beautiful grandma in the whole world."

Young Bob gave her a big loud kiss on the cheek and just grinned. Gloria was delighted with the boys' affection for her. She just wished Alice would stop looking like she'd been sucking lemons. Alice and Ed weren't around for long, however. They accepted the money Gloria had brought for their vacation and cunt out as fast as they could. Gloria was glad she wouldn't be seeing them for another month. There was no love lost between her and her illegitimate daughter.