Chapter 1
Joanna Daniels closed her eyes and let her husband fuck his cock as far into her pussy as was possible. She hugged him with her bent knees, rocking with him to his familiar fucking pace. The luxurious, soft bed closed in around her, reminding her that she was far from home.
"After all these years, honey, your pussy still feels great," Jim panted his mouth close to her ear. "Yeah, hold me like that. Jack me off with your pussy-muscles. Yeahhhh, ummmm!"
Joanna worked her insides around his fucking prick. Her pussy-muscles were experienced and well-trained. She and Jim fucked often, with tenderness and fierce passion. Their love-making was just as good for her now as it had been that very first time, so long ago. She'd been a virgin then, on her honeymoon with her handsome new husband. They'd stayed in this very hotel, in a room just down the hall from the one they shared now.
She hadn't really known what to expect then, that first time. Her mother had told her very little about sex, and her girlfriends seemed to know even less than she did. So Joanna had gone into married life a very innocent young woman. Even now, she thanked her lucky stars that she got a man as good as Jim. He'd been very loving and patient and had helped her to understand her own body. Together they had learned about sex, experimenting and testing themselves and each other. It had made for some very happy and exciting times in bed together and Joanna looked forward to many more years of good, solid fucking with her wonderful husband.
Now his prick twisted around inside of her, cork-screwing in her cunt-tunnel. Joanna drew her hips back, wiggling down into the soft hotel bed and pulling her cunt away from her husband's fucking cock slightly. Then she arched up, fucking back at him.
Above her, Jim held himself up on his stiffened arms. His lower body bucked in and out, doing perfect push-ups on top of his writhing wife. Although he had fucked her thousands of times, Jim never grew tired of pushing and pulling his prick back and forth through the wonderful channel of his wife's cunt. It was true that Joanna was not as young and shapely as she had once been, but Jim knew that she was still a great fuck-and always would be, as far as he was concerned.
Like a wet glove, her cunt wrapped itself around the fucking shaft of his prick. The grip was sure and sexy as his prick slipped around inside of her. Her juices were really flowing and Jim's prick moved on a slick film. He fucked deeply into her and then pulled back out. The loose skin of her pink cunt-tunnel stayed with his thundering prick, caressing it, stroking it, and making it throb with need and power.
Keeping his prick moving around inside of her, Jim bent forward, bringing his lips to his wife's nipple. His full beard tickled Joanna's skin as he first touched her, but she was used to the sexy sensations. She wiggled back into the bed, her white-blonde hair tousled on the pillows behind her.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, pushing her tits up toward him. "Mmmmmm, I like that!"
Jim knew that she did and so he bit down on the pointed spike of her nip. The little nubbin of flesh was hard with blood, a miniature version of his hard-on. He chewed it first, making his wife wiggle and squirm. Then he smoothed it out with the flat of his tongue, washing away her jolts of pleasure-pain with warm spit and gentle stroking.
Like a dog at his bowl, Jim kept lapping at her tits, moving from one to the other. Her shag-cut hair feathered out around her head, tangled sexily with the erotic gyrations of her lust.
Jim's cheeks puckered in, caressing the sides of her tits as well as the points. He grated along the drawn white skin with his teeth, leaving her with marks of his mounting passion.
"Oh! Oh!" Joanna cried out, her body growing tense with lust. "Ohhhhhh!"
His tongue batted her swollen nipples this way and that, turning her on even more. She rolled her body from side to side, feeding him one tit and then the other. Her heart pounded heavily behind her left tit and Joanna wondered if her husband could feel her racing pulse with his exploding lips.
While she followed her husband's every fucking motion, Joanna tried not to think of the kids they'd left at home. She knew they were all old enough to be on their own, but still she worried about them. Helen had said she would cook for her brothers, and Joanna knew the girl could be trusted. And David had assured her that he would keep the lawn mowed and neat. But Bill . . . she worried about Bill. He was getting to be quite the young man, quite the adult, and Joanna knew that his sudden growing up was at least partly her fault.
"You like it, honey?" Jim asked, bringing his head up away from her wet, tingling tits. "You want me to do that some more?"
"Yes, oh yessss!" she sighed, hoping his fucking might keep her mind off their oldest son.
Jim pushed her tits together and buried his face between them. Although Joanna was not a very large woman, her tits were much bigger than average. Her tits swayed in front of her slim body as she walked, and now Jim gorged himself on them, pushing the fleshy tit-globes against the sides of his face.
"Mmmmmm," Joanna moaned, but her mind wandered back to Bill.
She didn't know just how it had happened--but it had. The only man she'd ever fucked was Jim and, after so many years, she'd been curious about what another man's prick would feel like. And Bill had gotten so tall, so handsome.
She hadn't really meant to fuck her own son. It just seemed to happen.
Again, Jim pulled away from her upper body. His face was red, flushed from all his effort. He grinned down at her lecherously and then rammed into her. His prick fucked deeper than ever, rattling her teeth and scooting her upward on the big, soft bed.
"Oh!" she cried, snapping back to the present.
"Ha!" her husband laughed. "Come, on, honey, let's really go!"
He lunged backward, pulling her with him. Joanna followed his motions, and in a matter of seconds he was flat on his back and she was seated on his prick. His cock-shaft had shifted around inside of her and now she seemed to be taking his prick deeper into her cunt than ever.
"Now let's see you do some work," Jim chuckled, wiggling around beneath her, his prick standing straight up inside of her pussy.
Joanna liked to be on top, because she liked to be in control. Deciding that what was done with Bill was done, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on fucking her husband to the best of her ability.
She leaned forward, holding herself up above him just as he had done to her. Her thin arms looked as if they would barely support her as she began her vicious fucking motions. She bounced her body up and down slightly, just teasing the end of his prick with the tight grip of her cunt.
The head of Jim's cock was poked in and out of the mouth of her cunt with maddening regularity. The man lost himself in the slow, even fucking his wife was giving him. He didn't move at all. He remained still, giving himself to her and letting her do with him whatever she wished. Her pussy was already making his cock feel so good he knew he would not have chosen to do one thing differently, had he been the one doing the fucking.
She watched his face as she fucked him. His eyes rolled back and his mouth was loose with lust. She pushed herself down a little farther and saw how the lines on his forehead registered the increased excitement he felt as more of his prick fucked up into her.
Jim felt as if he were being eaten alive-cock first. His wife's body took him inside, bit by sexy bit. She bounced up and down on his prick many, many times and the slid herself down just a tad more, taking another inch of his prick into her cunt.
Each time he got used to the way her cunt felt around the shaft of his cock, she shifted, taking in more of his prick-meat. Then he had to get used to being fucked that way all over again, and his prick jerked and tingled with the effort.
It took great control for Joanna not to just plunge herself down onto her husband's prick. By now, the insides of her pussy itched for his cock and she wanted all of it up inside of her quickly. She ached to be filled with the many inches of his prick-shaft, but she controlled herself. She knew that Jim would like it better if he was allowed up inside of her body with agonizing slowness.
"Oh God, honey," he panted, his body twisting around on the bed beneath her, his hips fucking upward, trying to force her to take all of his cock. "Why don't you fuck me?"
"I am fucking you," she replied, her voice low and sexy. "Just relax. "
But she did pick up her pace, taking up his prick more quickly than earlier. Finally, Jim felt his cock-base brushing against the white cheeks of his wife's ass, and each and every inch of his prick-meat was lost somewhere in the darkness of her fucking pussy.
"Ahhh," he sighed, "now let's get fuckin'!"
Joanna laughed and nodded. She fucked down against the base of his prick and then jerked herself back up. She repeated the motion again and again, making her husband's prick tingle and glow inside of her. Her pussy-cream and Jim's pre-cum greased their fucking, making the motions quick and easy. Joanna leaned down toward him, bending her arms and holding herself up on her elbows.
Jim wriggled downward slightly, bringing his flushed face in line with her swaying tits. The man tickled the rocking nipples with the tip of his tongue.
"Ohhhh!" Joanna sighed, all of his prick still fucking through the clasp of her cunt. "Yeah, do that!"
As before, Jim sucked in her tit-meat and lashed it with his tongue. More than before, Joanna felt the things he did to her tits clear down into her fucking cunt. The more excited the man made her tits, the hotter her cunt became and the more vigorously she fucked him. Her pussy fucked up and down the entire length of his prick-shaft.
She leaned into his face, nearly suffocating him with her tit-meat. Then she pulled back, just allowing the pointed tips of her nips to graze his lips. Then, leaving his lips and mouth begging for more, she sat back up straight, bending his prick sexily inside of her cunt. "Jesus!" Jim gasped.
"Don't you like it?" she asked, fucking straight up and down on his prick-shaft, her tits thrust out in front of her, her body proudly erect.
Bending and unbending her knees, Joanna fucked him. He tossed his head around, her pussy filling him with lust. Then he reached up and took hold of her trembling tits. His fingers pushed hard against the soft tit-globes, and he could tell from his wife's reaction that she liked the way they felt there.
Together, they sighed and moaned, their fuck-parts moving together. Joanna crashed her body down onto his, forcing his prick to fuck into her very deeply. She was completely filled with his cock and she liked the sensation very much. She twisted her hips around, grinding his prick with the soft walls of her eager, hungry cunt.
Jim's fingers slipped around on the wet skin of her tits. He tried to get a good grip, but it was different, especially when his wife leaned back away from him.
Joanna looked at him sexily as she reclined. His prick was bent back at an almost painful angle, but the sight of his wife's pink, blonde-haired cunt opening to take in his prick more than made up for the unpleasant sensations. Jim looked down to the point where their crotches met and his eyes went wide with wonder and fuck-lust. He humped his hips up, watching how her cunt-lips parted to make room for his mighty prick.
Joanna couldn't see the sexy union of their fuck-parts, but she could see the thrill of it reflected in her husband's eyes. From the expression on Jim's face, she knew it looked very hot, indeed. Laughing slightly, she wiggled around and fucked forward, giving him something to really look at.
Trembling with lust, Jim reached down to the place where his cock disappeared into his wife's cunt and probed around with his fingers. Experience told him that if he massaged his wife's pussy, she would come and, since his prick was far up inside of her, he would also reap the benefits of her climax. So he set to work, pressing down the up-thrusting button of her clit and circling his fingers around on top of it, manipulating her clit in just the way he knew his wife enjoyed.
"Ummmmm!" Joanna moaned, spreading her legs and giving his fingers more room to work. "You sure know what feels good!"
She humped her hips as quickly as ever, her husband's rubbing fingers turning her on. Then, as she got hotter and hotter, her fucking motions slowed. She could only pay attention to one kind of excitement at once. And now that Jim was bringing her the kind of stimulations that worked to her best advantage, she found it difficult to keep pleasing him. She let his prick loll in the hole of her pussy and only moved enough to keep it hard and hot, but not enough to bring him any closer to orgasm. His orgasm was not her main goal anymore. For the moment, she thought only of herself, and Jim allowed her that freedom.
Her clit was a hard little thing and Jim smashed it down with two fingers. Then, keeping up the pressure, he rolled her clit around, making Joanna jump for joy. He still looked right into her crotch, and, as she heated up from his direct stimulation, he could see a trickle of clear cunt-juice rolling out of her pussy around the thick shaft of his prick. Her legs jerked and she gasped for air. Knowing it wouldn't be long, Jim pushed harder and fucked with his hips, gently moved his prick around inside of her pussy.
Joanna's heart pounded. She was being stimulated from the inside as well as from the outside. Her husband's fingers knew just the right places and just the right tempo. She felt closed in with fuck-lust, and then it seemed to explode all around her and she cried out, her body quaking.
Feeling her starting to come, Jim fucked his prick deeply into her. She sat forward, her pussy taking in as many inches of cock-meat as she could manage. Great crashing waves of orgasm ran up and down the length of her pussy-tunnel, and the two fuckers felt them with almost equal intensity.
"Ummmmm!" Joanna moaned, her mind too blanked out to allow her to form actual words. "Ummmmmmm!"
But Jim held on to that much of his sanity while her pussy gripped and sucked around his prick.
"Keep it coming!" he panted. "Yeah, honey, keep that pussy comin'!"
Her pussy felt like it might pinch his prick right off at the root. She sputtered and groaned, her body automatically fucking back at him while she came. Her whole person was taken over with the intensity of her orgasm and her husband's prick was buffeted sexily by her crazed gyrations of lust.
"Ummmmm! Ummmm!"
Jim heard her cries and felt her climactic motions. The cream in his balls was screaming for release and the sexy tattoo his wife's cunt beat on the embedded shaft of his prick was enough to set his load free. Still feeling that Joanna was coming very strongly, Jim joined her by setting his own long-awaited climax in motion.
"Sweetheart!" he grunted. "Ohhhhhh!"
Still watching where his prick entered her, he could feel the clots of his cock-cream that made their way down and out the tip of his prick. He let go of Joanna's clit, and he could see that pulsating, too. Their fuck-parts teemed with life and Jim had to close his eyes just to survive the sexy visions.
As her husband filled her with his cock-juice, Joanna's climax subsided. She worked her body around, making Jim's orgasm as good as it could be. Her cunt took in all of his prick-juice and then she again leaned back, bending his softened prick.
She sighed with both happiness and sadness. The nights they had spent in this hotel many years earlier had been wonderful, full of hope for the future. Now, as she felt her husband's cock-cream draining out of her cunt, she felt ashamed. Should she tell Jim that she had fucked their son, Bill, their first-born? What would he say? Could he possibly understand?
Jim shifted around, pulling her up into an embrace. Joanna was feeling guilty for his affection and unwavering love. No, she couldn't tell him. And she couldn't let it go on. This trip would be a beginning, a new beginning, just as it had been the last time they had stayed at this hotel. She would use their two weeks alone together to renew her love for her husband and leave behind the evil path she had begun with her son. She would put herself back on the straight and narrow and Jim never needed to be the wiser.
"I love you, darling," she murmured, kissing him softly. "I love you very much. "