Chapter 7
When he son pulled his prick out of her cunt, Joyce got off the bed. He got up, and followed her into the bathroom. She seated herself on the John and he got onto his knees in front of her. Her arms went about him and he took hold of her full, fleshy boobs. Then he pressed his mouth onto hers and kissed her while she took a pee.
When she was finished, she stood up so he could have his turn. While he stood in front of the John, she took hold of his cock and guided his steady stream into the bowl.
She laughed playfully. "I wonder if I'm the only woman in town who has ever played fireman, using her young lover's prick for a fire hose?"
"Probably not," he replied, grinning at her. "I'm sure you're not the only woman in Wayford Corners who has a playful fun-loving nature, and it wouldn't surprise me if each one gets a kick out of holding her lover's cock for him while he takes a piss."
"Well, this isn't any big deal," she told him. "If all a woman does is hold her man's prick and play with it a little, that can still be considered innocent. But what we did with each other in bed was a long way from being simply playful and innocent."
"It was fun and if felt good," he told her. "And if it's fun and feels good, you can be sure we aren't the only couple around who's doing it whenever the old man isn't home."
"I refuse to believe that," she said. "I prefer to think that all the wives in this town are pure in thought and actions, highly moral and absolutely faithful-and that I'm the only one who's doing something deliciously filthy with her young lover, something sinful and wicked."
"Sorry, but you couldn't be sinful and wicked no matter how hard you tried. You're too nice a person. What we're doing in the privacy of your home while your old man is at the office giving his secretary's pussy a feel is just our way of having a little fun with each other. It's private and personal, and no one's business but ours. There's nothing sinful and wicked about me fucking you-until people find out about it and then it's open to argument."
She laughed at his logic. "What you're saying then is that we aren't sinful and wicked as long as we're careful that no one finds out you're throwing a fuck into me every morning after my husband leaves the house."
"Right. And the same goes for us taking a shower together," he said, handing her a plastic shower cap. "There's nothing wrong with a guy getting into the shower with his mother, even if they are both naked. But if anyone knew about it, I suppose they'd get all bent out of shape. Most of all Dad."
Carla laughed. "That's because when a horny stud like you gets into the shower with his lover, it's far from being innocent. We do more than just take a shower. The first time I was ever screwed standing up was when you backed me up against the wall of the shower stall and put it to me."
"Well yes, I have fucked you in the shower," he admitted. "Every time we get in, as a matter-of-fact."
"And the first time I got a prick up me from behind was when I was with you in the shower, when I bent over in front of you to pick up the soap," she reminded him.
"Well, you presented an awfully tempting target," he said, looking at her with a sly smile.
She tucked her hair in under the shower cap while he stopped into the shower stall, turned on the water and adjusted the spray to where it was comfortably warm. Then she got in with him.
They each stood under the stream of water until they were wet, then he reached for the soap and said, "I'll do you first."
He started at her ankles and spread a thick soapy lather up to her crotch. Then he did her shoulders, arms and back. He covered her grapefruit-sized boobs with suds and spent quite a while working the lather all around.
"You keep doing that and I'll have a climax, just from you playing with my tits," she warned him.
So he kept on until she did. Then he spread the creamy suds down over her belly and all over her cunt. While he was doing that with one hand, his other hand was working the soapy lather into the crack of her ass. He kept that up until she orgasmed again.
As soon as she was able to catch her breath, she took the soap away from him and gave his cock a good wash. Then she covered his balls in a thick creamy lather.
It wasn't long until he cried out, "Mom! You're getting me off. I'm going to cum!"
"Well don't waste it, darling," she replied. She was about to bend over and take the head of his prick into her mouth, but he backed her up against the shower wall.
"Move your legs apart."
As soon as she did, he pressed up against her, bent his knees, which allowed him to bring his stiff prick in under her twat. The head of his cock touched her cunt and he pushed up, sending his shaft into her steamy snatch. She entwined her arms about his neck and held on for dear life, then he started fucking her.
When he gave her those long, deep strokes she liked, it forced her up onto her toes, making her feel like she was being impaled on his awesome boner. They stood there fucking for half an hour. He shot off two loads and she squealed and shrieked her way through several ass-churning orgasms.
When he pulled his prick out of her and it was still hard, she quickly turned her back to him and bend over. He just as quickly sent his prick back into her cunt and fucked her doggy fashion.
When he pulled out of her cunt, she stayed in the same position. "Now put it in again!" she told him.
Quickly he shut off the water and spread a thick soapy lather all over his cock to make it slippery. Her full, round boobs hung down and swayed as he brought the head of his prick to her pussy. Her tender cunt lips stretched open as he pressed into her. She let out an excited cry and could feel that the bulbous-shaped head of his cock was inside her. He grabbed her firmly by her hips and sent two inches of shaft into her.
"Now you're doing it, honey," she encouraged. "Get it up in there. Remember how worried I was about it, the first time you did it like this?"
"You sure aren't afraid of it now," he panted. "You like getting it doggie fashion better than any woman I know."
She laughed softly. "Why shouldn't I? I know the guy who is plugging me this way isn't going to go out and brag about it to anyone, and spread the news all over town."
"That's the big advantage of doing it at home. We share a secret and we protect it."
She pushed back against him and wriggled her ass around while he leaned into her, sending his cock in deeper.
That's half of it. Want more?"
"I want it all," she said breathlessly. "Even if you are hung like a horse."
"When your husband comes home tonight, I don't want to see you walking funny."
"Don't mention him when you have your prick in my cunt," she scolded. "It makes me nervous and takes my attention away from how good it feels."
He got it all the way to his balls and then pulled back. He went back in again, again and again. She moved her hips faster and faster, keeping in rhythm to his thrusting movements. When she realized he was getting close to the big bang, she reached down to tease and torment her clit.
She leaned heavily against him and his groin kept slamming into her ass cheeks, driving his cock into her like a piston. He reached under her and grabbed hold of her boobs. She screamed out in orgasm just as he bellowed and pounded her ass for all he was worth.
Sometime later, they stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. While he got dressed to go to the office, she put on her negligee and went down stairs to the kitchen, where she could express her appreciation for what he'd done by fixing him a man-sized breakfast.
He came down and seated himself in front of a plate of eggs home fries and ham. She watched him eat like he'd been chopping wood all morning. It pleased her that he enjoyed her meals so much.
"When I see those characters on TV commercials, wolfing down their breakfast cereal and making silly faces, I'm so happy my lover eats like a real man," she said.
They chatted merrily through breakfast. Then when it was over and he was about to get up from the table, she said, "Darling, there's something I'd like to discuss with you and put your mind at ease about."
"Oh? What is that, Joyce?" he asked.
"I don't want you to feel you have to stop dating girls, just because you have a good thing going here," she told him. "I don't expect you to be faithful to me, or any of that silly nonsense."
"Really?"
"I have a good reason," she said. "If you're making out with girls, that's our best cover. When you're going after all the pussy you can get, people won't suspect you're fucking your neighbor's wife. If a normal, healthy, horny stud like you isn't dating girls, folks might begin to think you're getting all the pussy you need next door, if you know what I mean."
He looked at her and grinned. "I understand. I'm sure glad you have all that figured out. You're not only a hot piece of ass, you're a very intelligent woman. I'm relieved that you won't be getting up tight about me dating girls and making out with them."
He pulled open her negligee and put his hand on her cunt while he gave her a good bye kiss.
"If you don't take your hand of my cunt, you won't get to the office at all, because I won't let you leave the house," she warned him. This is a silly time to be going to the office anyway. It's almost noon."
"Give your pussy a good rest this afternoon. Don't let anyone else have it."
"Don't be a smart ass," she said. "Or I'll cut you off."
"You can't do that," he argued. "It's all right for a wife to cut off her husband. Wives do that all the time. But I'm different."
"Good-bye, dear. Have a nice afternoon at the office. What would you like for breakfast tomorrow?"
"Pussy!"
She laughed. That's not in my recipe books."
It was a shocking thing to be told at first. After screwing her every morning for the past eight months, he learned her husband was going away on a month long business trip and taking her with him. Marc knew why the old man insisted she go along. For one thing, he had his doubts she could go that long without getting laid. For another, he had good reason to believe she was getting a little on the side anyway. Marc knew she was getting plenty, and he was the one who was giving it to her.
Albert was convinced that if he left without his wife, she would make out like a whore while he was gone, even with the neighbors living here in the house and keeping an eye on her. And he didn't want that. He believed that her pussy belonged to him and no one else should have a poke at it.
Joyce couldn't very well refuse and arouse his suspicions even more, so she told him she thought it was a wonderful idea, and that it was very thoughtful of him.
Then Marc got another surprise. His own parents decided to take an extended vacation, and just before they left, his mother's old business partner Louise came to visit them. His mother was embarrassed to tell her that she had arrived just as she and her husband were about to leave.
But Louise put her at ease. She said Marc would be there and they would get along fine together. Right away Marc saw some interesting possibilities here. Louise was a beautiful woman. Maybe she was hot cunted too, like every other older woman he knew. He liked the idea of being alone in the house with Louise while his parents were gone. Her husband wouldn't be there to give her what she needed when she needed it, and how long could she go before her pussy felt desperate for a stiff prick?
Before she left, his mother took him to one side and warned him. "Now you behave yourself while I'm gone. If you don't you'll send her into shock."
"You think so, Mom?"
"If she finds out you're a horny young stud who wants to get into her panties, she'll go bananas," Carla told him. "She'll blab to our friends and relatives about how you tried to make it with your mother's friend. And then they'll start thinking that if you'd make a try for her then nobody's safe."
"I see...."
"So you behave yourself while she's here. Understand?"
He assured her he'd be on his best behavior and his mother looked relieved.
As soon as his parents left, he went all out to make Louise feel she was welcome and that he wanted her to have a good time. He took her out to dinner and then to a dance. Louise was delighted with him. While they danced, she pressed up close to him, like she was trying to feel his big, hard cock with her pussy. Then he was delighted. By the time he brought her home from the dance, he knew lovely Louise had the hots for him.
That first night when he and Louise were alone in the house together, nothing happened. She went to bed in the guest bedroom while he went into his room and stayed there. The next night was a different story. By then he knew for certain she was interested in him and she knew he felt lustful urges toward her.
When it was bedtime, they locked the doors, turned out the lights and went upstairs to bed. She went into her bedroom and he went into his.
He lay naked on the bed, his huge erection sticking up in the air, its rigid condition caused by the thoughts he was having about Louise. Now that they were alone in the house and there was nothing to stop them from getting together, he was no longer as certain of some things as he had been. He wasn't at all sure he could slip across the hall and crawl into bed with her without her getting all upset and ordering him back to his own room.
That would be very embarrassing, even humiliating, he told himself, if he let her know he had come into her bedroom to fuck her and she wouldn't have any part of it. , For a while he lay there telling himself how easy it would be. She had shown him she was a hot, sexy woman and she was probably lying in bed as eager to have his cock between her legs as he was to put it there. But she could still refuse him.
It could get to be pretty sticky, a guy letting her know he wanted to fuck her and hoping his parents would never figure out what was going on. Old Fred wouldn't take kindly to him looking after his Louise's pussy while she was staying there. Yes, if her husband found out about it, he'd probably explode.
In her bedroom, Louise wasn't feeling peaceful and relaxed either. After her shower, she dried herself off and paced back and forth in the nude. She wasn't much interested in going to bed. If her handsome roomie were getting in with her, that would be quite a different matter. She'd get into bed fast enough then.
Maybe she could get into bed and lie there feeling confident that he would come to her, she thought. Surely she had made it clear to him that if he had the guts to come to her room and get into bed with her, she would make him feel welcome. Surely he didn't believe she'd send him back to his own room.
Then she looked at it from his point of view. For a young man to walk into a bedroom and get into bed with a friend of his mom's, having intentions of climbing on top of her and shoving his prick into her cunt-would take more nerve than any young man could be expected to have.
No, if she wanted him in her bed with her, she would have to take hold of his hand and lead him there, she told herself. Which would take more nerve than any young woman should be expected to have.
But something had to be done, she thought, or it would go in like this night after night, each one afraid of taking that final step. Then his parents would be back from that month long trip and this wonderful opportunity would be lost. She made up her mind that wasn't going to happen.
How about if she simply walked into his bedroom told him she didn't like being in bed by herself, and asked him if he'd be a dear and sleep with her while his parents were away? That should settle the matter, she told herself. He certainly wouldn't refuse her. She felt sure he was just waiting for her to invite him to get into bed with her. And once he got that far, he would handle everything from that point on. All he needed was for her to make the first move.
But that was so crude. She hoped she could be a little more subtle than that. If that was the best she could do, she might just as well tell him flat out she wanted him to forget who she was and who he was. She would admit she had a severe case of the hots for him and she wanted him to fuck her. That would make him sit up and take notice, she told herself.
What she finally decided to do was go into his room, sit on the side of the bed and have an innocent family chat with him, and whatever happened after that . . .let it happen.
She reached into her closet for her thin satiny negligee and put it on without anything under it. She tied it loosely in the middle and crossed the hall to his room. The light was on when she opened the door and she saw a spectacle she wouldn't forget in a hurry. There he was, naked, lying on his back, with his prick standing straight up. It would have sent a thrill through the heart of any normal, healthy, hot cunted woman.
"Darling," she said nervously. "What are you doing?"
"Just lying here, Louise, thinking of you."
"Of me? What do you mean?"
"I was thinking of you across the hall, lying in your bed, and I was wondering if you were feeling kinda lonesome, like I am."
"I was feeling lonesome," she admitted, as she seated herself on the side of his bed. "That's why I came in here. I thought if you weren't asleep, we could talk. This is one of those times when I don't like being in bed by myself."
"Me neither," he said. That's no fun. Why don't you lie down here beside me? Spend the night here in bed with me. I'll make you feel loved and protected."
"I-I couldn't do that," she stammered. "Much as I'd like to. You can't imagine how much I want to lie down beside you and cuddle up to you. But I simply can't."
"Why not? No one will ever know. Mom and Dad, and your husband Fred will never find out you got into bed with me while we were here by ourselves. We can do all kinds of things, whatever we want, and who will be the wiser?"
"You make it sound like you're thinking about something naughty," she said.
"What I mean is...what a woman and a young man do when they are alone together is no one's business but theirs."
"That's true, darling," she agreed, finding it almost impossible to take her eyes from his prick. "That is an impressive looking erection you have there. It must be bothering you something awful. Were you playing with yourself before I came in?"
He grinned at her. "Not exactly. like I said. I was thinking of you, and I guess I kinda touched it a little, making believe it was you fondling my cock. Suddenly, it sprang right up, like it is now. It always does that when I think of a beautiful woman like you."
"Darling, it isn't good for you to be all tensed up like you are now," she told him. "You need to get some relief. A strong, healthy male like you should have a regular sexual outlet, for when you get to feeling like this. You need a woman nearby who understands your problem and will do something for you. And who will be discreet about it."
"I sure do," he agreed. "That's what I need, all right.
Can you suggest someone?"
"Can't you think of someone who fits that description? Someone you like an awful lot, and who-likes you?"
"Sure, Louise. You."
"Now stop teasing me."
"I'm not teasing you, Louise. I mean it. No one would ever know you were being good to me. And I'd be awfully good to you. And who would ever suspect we were being good to each other?"
"If you're talking about us having sex together, that is a terrible thing to suggest," she told him, making out like she was a little shocked by him.
"You'll be away from Fred for a month or more," he reminded her. "Are you going to go that long without getting laid? Can you go that long without having to have a little on the side? Would you do that and deny yourself? And deny me, just because I'm your old partner's son?"
"Darling, stop talking nonsense," she said. "You know how much I care about you."
"Taking her hand in his, he placed it on his cock. "Feel it, Louise. Move your hand up and down on it. Stroke it. Play with it."
"Marc! Shame on you!" she gasped. But she didn't take her hand away from his turgid prick. She kept it there and, before long, she was playing with it.
"Mmmmm...that's nice, just what I was hoping you would do tonight. It's what I've always wanted, my friend Louise holding onto my cock, stroking it."
Her negligee was gaping open at the front and he could see her full, round tits of soft but firm creamy flesh. He reached over and took hold of one, fondling and caressing it. She didn't say anything. She just gazed at him with lust in her eyes as she stroked his big, long boner.
"You're getting me all hot and excited," she warned.
"You're doing the same for me," he replied. "I like it. Oh, this is great. I can hardly believe we've finally come this far, you playing with my prick and me feeling your tits."
While he excitedly fondled her round fleshy boob, she leaned over him and pressed her mouth onto his in a kiss that was filled with heat and passion. The kiss went on and on while she moved her hand up and down on his cock.
When she finally let him come up for air, she said, "I have to admit I like the way you kiss, you nasty boy. You didn't kiss me like that when your mother was watching us."
"When a guy has a hard-on, it's better if his mother doesn't see it," he teased. "Or your Fred either, for that matter."
"I'm certainly glad he can't see what we're doing right now," she breathed before she kissed him some more.
"Yeah, he'd freak right out if he could see what you're doing with my cock. But I like what you're doing. I like it better with your hand on it instead of mine."
"While you feel my tits, you bad boy."
"I want to do more than just feel them. I want to kiss and lick them all over. And suck on your nipples."
He pulled open her negligee so he could get a good look at her tits and her nest of pussy hair. When the garment was parted, she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop down to her hips as she sat on the side of the bed.
As she gazed at her handsome young stud while she stood there totally nude herself, she couldn't hold out any longer. When she shrugged off her negligee, she seemed to have discarded her inhibitions along with it. She got onto the bed with him, determined now to get what she had come into the bedroom for. She flung a leg over him and brought her pussy up over the head of his upright cock. Lodging the huge swollen knob securely between her warm moist cunt lips, she began to settle herself onto it. His eager hands came up and grabbed her jiggling tits while she lowered herself onto his long, thick cock, until her thighs were resting on his and she had it all up inside her.
"Oh...this is great, Louise," he said, grinning up at her. "Having my prick in your cunt is even better than I imagined it would be. You're really wild, once you let yourself go. I was right. I knew you'd be a terrific piece of ass, that you were really hot for fucking tonight."
"I've got news for you," she said excitedly. "I was hot for you last night. As hot for you then as I am right now. If you'd come into my bedroom then, you could have had my pussy as easily as you're having it tonight."
"That's a lost opportunity," he said, making humping movements beneath her. "We'll just have to make up for it now. Even if it takes all night."
The first fuck was over almost as soon as it had begun. She let out a joyful shriek and climaxed. At the same time, she experienced the thrill of having his hot semen jetting up into her. She rolled off of him and lay on her back, panting and gasping.
And just as quickly, he rolled over on top of her, shoved his prick back into her pussy and he fucked her like this was the first time they were doing it.
In shocked disbelief she found herself being swept through one orgasm after another. She felt his cock buck and jerk inside her and spew out his sperm, but that hardly even slowed him down. She had given him her pussy and he was making the most of it.
She soon found that this wasn't going to be a simple fuck, after which she would go back to her room and get into bed. He was going after her pussy with his tireless cock like he had no intentions of ever quitting. And he was making it so steamy for her, she hoped he never would.
After he gave her pussy an unbelievably sensational fucking, he crawled up over her, his buttocks flattening her melon-size tits, and he had the nerve to thrust his prick into her mouth for her to suck him off. She didn't object. Indeed! She seemed only to eager to show him she knew how to give a horny young stud like him a blow job he'd still remember when he was an old man.
After she sucked him off twice, his prick was still hard and he thrust it between her jiggling tits and fucked her boobs. Then he fucked her armpit. Just when she was beginning to wonder where else he could put it, she rolled over onto her belly, pulled her rear end up into the air, and drove his cock into her pussy from behind. It was a whole new experience for her. She'd never had a prick as often in one night.