Chapter 1
Ellen Blackton lay warm and snug in her bed. She had just been roundly and soundly fucked by her husband. What she didn't know was that it would be the last time her husband would ever fuck her. It would be the last time she would ever see the man, for when Joel Blackton would walk out the front door that morning, he would disappear, and so would four hundred thousand dollars that he'd had in his care at the bank where he had been working.
But the stunning redheaded mother was totally unaware of what her husband had planned, because Joel Blackton hadn't included his wife in his plans. Rather, he had decided to use the money to win the affections of a number of different Argentinean women, which had seemed like a good idea if only because until now, Joel had been a faithful husband. He had been married to the beautiful redhead for twenty years. Since he had married Ellen when she was seventeen, she was now thirty-seven, and no less beautiful now than when he had initially married her. But Joel, hard worker that he was, had always been hard-pressed for the long green, like almost everyone else in the United States. Aside from the fact that Ellen liked to spend relatively freely, Joel liked the ponies, and so the family had never been able to accumulate any money. Oh, the bills were all paid-for now, and except for a small balance owing to VISA, they had no debts outstanding. But Joel had always wanted to live like a playboy and fuck as many cunts as possible. With a wife and a son to care for, he would never be able to do this.
In one respect, he thought as he showered, he would be sorry to see the last of Ellen. She was still stunning, still with natural red hair, still with shining green eyes, still with milk-white, flawless skin, and still with that marvelous 37-23-36 shape that he had always loved to fondle. So before going to the bathroom, he had given his wife what he had euphemistically thought of as a farewell fuck.
Ellen reveled in it. After all, it had been a long time since her husband had pumped her in the morning. Still, she had to admit, it merely served to make things that much better this last time.
Ellen pulled a pillow over her head as she continued listening to the vague sounds made by her husband in the bathroom, which was right next door to the master bedroom. He was preparing to go to the bank again. Lord! How she would have loved to have had some of that money in the bank for herself.
She slowly drifted into that nebulous twilight zone between sleep and wakefulness, totally relaxed and content, feeling secure in what she believed to be the love of her husband. After all, he had wanted her so much, he had really given it to her this morning. His semen was still sticky between her thighs, and she rubbed them together in her half-awake, half-asleep state, dreaming as she did so. It had felt nice screwing so slowly, tantalizingly, enjoyably, as they had when they had been going together and sex had seemed like something important rather than something that had become boring and done on occasion, simply out of necessity. God! It had been years since he had put it to her so wonderfully, and perhaps the only thing she would have wanted would have been one more solid fucking. When they had been younger, before Keith's birth, they had gone more than once. Since then, Joel had been content to give her the old Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma'am treatment. Ah, one more solid fuck would be just right.
Her eyes closed, she continued in her state of semi-torpor while lying in the darkness of their bedroom, shades pulled all the way down and curtains tightly drawn so that no light penetrated. Keith claimed he wished he was able to make the downstairs bathroom so light-tight when he used it for a darkroom. Though only seventeen, he was a clever and ambitious youth. Like most sons, he had shown a marked preference for his mother over his father, and she assumed that if she'd had any daughters, they would have fallen in love with their father and would probably have resented her, the mother.
Ellen dreamed of Joel caressing her body, of his lying behind her, pressing his solid masculine hardness against the rounded cheeks of her ass. She dreamed of the way his cock pressed lightly, sensuously against her gluteous maximi, separating them, rubbing against her pucker of an asshole. Though she would never allow him to fuck her back there, he still loved teasing her by rubbing the head of his cock against her anus.
Ummmmm! She was certain she was dreamingfor sure. His penis was as rigid as a bone, and the heat emanating from it was so comforting that when she shifted her buttocks and separated her thighs automatically, she felt the throbbing, pulsating head slide between her parted asscheeks and push forward so that the helmet-like dome rubbed between her sodden cuntlips and nestled against the crisp red curls on her pelvis.
Without thinking, she reached down, pressed against the underside, only semi-conscious of what she was doing since she had done this so many times before, and the length of the cock rubbed back and forth against her sodden labia. She squirmed against him, hunching her ass against the pelvis of her dream-lover.
Ummmmm! It was so wonderful, so delightful, and the beautiful woman was all soft and yielding in the depths of her dreaming state, tender, totally limp, shuddering with the desire for more as the head pulled back and began prodding, gently seeking the opening of her vagina. She had to help it a little, pressing it toward the narrow enclave.
"Ummmmmm!" she murmured, this time aloud, sighing as she held her face pressed between the two pillows while tender, loving hands continued fondling the cheeks of her ass, cruising up to her waist, one of them sliding beneath while the other hand continued higher until her right breast was nestling in its palm. The fingers tantalized her already erect nipple rolling it between them. This only made her murmur her approval again as she squirmed all the more.
The head of the thick rod pushed at the taut lips of her previously well-fucked vagina, and Ellen, her fingers still pressing against the underside, inwardly felt the spongy thrill of the organ as she wiggled to help fit it inside her that much better. Ah, yes, there it was, in perfect position, stiff and thick, sliding, as usual, with resistance into her vagina, sinking deeper and deeper. It was stiffer than ever, thicker than ever, longer than ever. She was vaguely aware of one hand pressing on her breast and the other pressing on her belly as her lover pulled her buttocks closer to him, grinding his phallus all the way into her, shoving it all the way home. Ellen sighed as she felt the round, hairless testicles pressing against her clitoris, the silken hairs of his pelvis rubbing between the cheeks of her behind.
Somehow it all seemed different than at any other time she had ever made it with Joel. There was a strange feel to the thickness of his cock. Yes, it was unquestionably thicker than it had ever been before-a hunger in it she hadn't known since before Keith's birth. It definitely felt as if it was reaching farther into her feminine scabbard than it had ever probed before. Her inner membranes were being stretched far more than ever. God! Joel had never been this good, before. Time definitely did have a way of improving some things.
The thick cock worked its full length circularly once it was inside her, then eased back and out, almost to the flanged corona. She waited, and as she expected, it thrust itself strongly back inside her, pushing into the clinging softness of her sucking cunt. Back, then forth, back, then forth, it stroked, stroked as the head of it bounced off the back wall of her cunt, trying to shove itself deeper than it had ever gone before. Ellen moaned into the pillow beneath her, while pulling the one on top of her head down more tightly. She didn't want to disturb her son who was fast asleep in the next room. He would have to wake up soon enough.
Odd! It was amazing how different all this felt. Ellen knew it was all a dream, but since she had only been fucked by one cock in her entire life, shouldn't her dream-cock be the size and shape of the one she had always known? After all, how was it possible to imagine a longer, thicker penis than the one her husband had put to her for so many years. Joel's had always been pretty big, from what she had been led to understand by him. There was no reason for her dream lover to be longer or thicker, much less both. She knew what her husband's cock felt like. She had felt the length, the heft, the very weight of the penis for all these years now, twenty of them, so why should this imaginary cock feel any different?
Her eyes suddenly snapped open while she lay with her head between the pillows, but the seesawing movements of the thick prick in the depths of her churning vagina didn't stop. She was aware of her clitoris throbbing, stimulated again by the satin-coated length of hardness that continued reaching in and out of her quivering pussy, while at the same time causing thrills to mount in her body as they had never enlarged in any way previous.
Ellen was definitely not asleep, now. She was wide awake, and the stiff cock was doing a fantastic job in the seething depths of her shuddering cunt, the fevered organ lunging and plunging, cramming and jamming. Hot breath was sprayed all over the back of her neck and her spine, where her short haircut revealed her nape. She had a boyish bob in summer because it helped keep her hair in place without lots of tangles when she brushed. Hands gripped her body more tightly than ever, desperately clinging to her curvaceous feminine form; one against her belly, the other pressing her full breast. The strong masculine pelvis surged against her buttocks as she felt her lover frantically burying the full length and thickness of his surging cock impossibly deeper in the steamy cleft between her thighs.
"Joel?" she whispered. "Joel, darling, it's been so long since you've done something like this with me. I love it, I love it, but hurry, or you'll be late for work."
But then the fantastic rhythm of the wild fucking took total control of her shuddering body. Her inner vagina throbbed insanely because of the massage it was receiving-the like of which she had never before remembered-causing that sweet, hot feeling of lust to swell in the depths of her sucking cunt. Ellen knew the both of them had to come quickly so Joel wouldn't be late for the bank, so she reached between her thighs and grabbed for her husband's weighty, hairy balls, intent on caressing them as he continued nailing his long hammer of cock into her.
Her fingers touched the scrotum, and suddenly her hand leaped away as if her fingers had been singed. She wasn't touching her husband's testicles. But the penis continuing to pound so strongly into her seething pussy was lifting her to orgasm, and there was no way for her to stop this, now.
"EEEEE YYYYYYAAAA MMMMMPHHHH WWWWWWAAAAA UUUUUUWWWW AAAAA-GGGGG HHHHHUUUUUU MMMMPHHHH WWWWWWAAAAAP HHHHAAAAA MMMMM-PHHH WWWWWWUUUUU MMMMPHHHH!" she cried out, muffling the sound between the pillows as thrills blasted through her belly and cervix as never before, causing blistering delight to sweep into every nook and cranny in her feminine form. Rapture overcame her, and she realized she was being fucked far better than she had ever been fucked in her entire life. God! It was unbelievable! The intensity of emotion she felt far overpowered anything else she felt, far stronger than anything she had ever felt with her husband.
"HHHHH YYYYYAAAAA NNNNNNGGGG HHHHHH! COMMMMMIIIII NNNNGGGGG! GGGGG HHHHHAAAA AAAAGGGGG HHHH ... AAAAARRRRR GGGGG HHHHHUUUU NNNNNNGGGG HHHHH... OHHHHH HHHH... YYYYYEEEEE AAAAA HHHHH . . . HHHHH-NNNNN HHHHH ... THIS IS IT!! !"
As the initial blast of hot sperm sent itself blasting into the heated wetness of her tightly spasming vagina, Ellen Blackton realized she knew that voice, that whispering gasp. She knew it as well as she knew her own or that of her husband. But realizing to whom it belonged, her head reeled, because this was the one time in her life she didn't want to recognize it. Even as she thought about it, her vagina thirstily drank the male spewing continuing to blast into her. Her mind continued to reject it all, but her body and especially her vagina, accepted it all.
She lifted a hand and caught the wrist of the hand gripping her full breast, and then Ellen reached down and caught the other hand-the hand that had slid from her belly and was fondling the sodden lips of her seething cunt where the full length of rigid rod was still solidly buried.
She had to accept it. What had happened was fact, and not to accept it would be unreal.
Turning her head, she snapped over her shoulder, "Keith, what the devil do you think you're doing? How in heavens' name could you ever have done anything like this? I'm your mother! Keith. . .."
"Shhhh!" the boy evilly whispered. "Just enjoy, Mom!"