"Mother with the hots" - читать интересную книгу автора (McCarver E C)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Joan telephoned Jack from the service station down the street and he picked her up in just a few minutes.

"Hi, Lady. Want a ride?" he said.

"I'm not in a mood for foolishness." She got in the car next to him.

"Well, I just dropped you out at your house and thirty minutes later you called. What's wrong?"

"I can't tell you. I just don't want to be at the house right now."

"Anywhere special you want to go?" He had pulled out on the street and was headed back through town.

"No. I'd rather not go back home until I get something out of my system. Do you mind?" She slipped over close to him and laid her hand on his thigh.

"Anything you say, sweetheart. I have nothing to do until school tomorrow." He put his arm around her neck and let his hand hang down close to her breast.

"Let's go out in the country. I'm all mixed up. I've got to sort things out in my head." She laid her head over on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He realized that she was thinking and kept quiet, just letting his hand rest gently on her tit.

Joan tried to analyze her feelings. She knew her brother was fucking Ellen every chance he got. And she had thought her mother was getting cock regularly because she would get cross and irritable but after a date with James she would be her usual, happy self again. There was nothing unusual about both of them wanting a little sex that was their business.

She moved her hand up on Jack's thigh until it was resting on the bulge of his cock. She wondered if it was seeing them that had upset her. She and a girl friend had watched a couple fucking in the back of a car at the drive-in movie and that had been fun. They'd gotten hot and played with each other's pussies for relief. It couldn't be seeing them fucking that had gotten her so upset.

I wonder, she thought, could it be that I was horny and needing Billy for myself? No. I wasn't even thinking about sex when I got home. Seeing them did make me hot, my pussy is dripping right now. She moved her shoulders, pushing her head further up on Jack's shoulder. He dropped his hand into the opening of her blouse and let his fingers lie between her titties.

Would I feel like this if it had been somebody else? No, I don't think so. Was it seeing my mother putting out? No, I've known for a long time that she liked to fuck. I'd just never seen her before. Could it be that seeing Billy fucking somebody else would do me like this? Maybe. I've been in his bed for two night straight but I don't think that would get me so screwed up. Joan wasn't aware that she was rubbing Jack's cock or that it was growing. Her fingers molded around it and she kept them moving a [missing text].

I wonder if it could be seeing them together, she wondered. She felt her face pow hot at the thought. My mother mid my brother were fucking each other, that's what it is. I thought I was the only one in the family getting Billy's cock but seeing him and Mother going at it was just more than I could take. They were fucking! My brother was actually fucking my mother! Oh, my God! I feel my pussy flowing again. It was just too sudden, I should have been prepared before I walked in on them.

Joan's hand closed around Jack's cock and squeezed as she thought about her jealousy at having caught Billy and her mother in such a compromising position. She didn't open her eyes, just moved her hand while holding Jack's cock through his pants.

Jack slipped his hand inside Joan's bra and worked his fingers around her titty. She neither moved away nor pulled his hand out as she usually did. He began kneading the mound, making her nipple stand out and feel rubbery against his palm.

Jack was so surprised he almost lost control of the car when he felt his zipper being pulled down. He sucked in his gut to help as much as he could without putting his hand on hers and maybe frightening her out of whatever mood was making her open his trousers.

"Jack, can we go somewhere? I've got my head on straight now." She pushed her hand in through his open fly and found the slit in his shorts. She pushed one finger through and let it rest against his hard cock.

"Uncle Dan's farm is right up here. Do you want to ride down to the river? I have the key to the gate."

"Is that where we used to go swimming when we were kids?"

"That's right." He squeezed her titty.

"Yes. Let's go down there." She started trying to pull his cock out through the opening in his shorts but found that his stiff prick wouldn't bend enough.

Jack pulled off onto a narrow trail and stopped before a gate in a fence. He got out and opened the gate and Joan pulled the car through and stopped and waited while he closed and locked the gate and came back to the car. As he got back in, he pulled at his pants and shorts. His cock stood up just inside his open fly.

Joan reached over and pulled his bulging cock out of his pants as soon as he sat down. She wrapped her hand around it and leaned against his chest, looking down at his hard prick as he drove on down the trail.

When he put his arm back around her and slipped his hand down into her blouse again he discovered that she had unhooked her bra. He slipped his hand easily over her titty and squeezed it, then moved his hand over to the other one and spread his hand over it until her nipple was against his palm. Joan held his cock and Jack held her tit, as they rode the half-mile to the river.

"Jack, honey, you've got the biggest cock I've ever seen. Even the one I saw in that movie with Annette last month wasn't that big."

He pushed her back up in the seat and unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders and waiting while she struggled out of it. Next he pulled her bra straps off her shoulders and slipped it forward as she held her arms out. Before he could reach for the catch and zipper on her jeans she was pulling at the buttons on his shin, ripping one off when she couldn't get it unbuttoned as fast as she wanted.

She reached for his belt but he overpowered her thin arms and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled her zipper down. She wiggled her ass around on the seat and he pulled them down and off her feet. She lifted her butt and he had her panties off in one move. Her shoes had come off in the legs of her jeans and she sat totally nude before him.

For a moment Jack just looked at her, then unbuckled his belt and slipped his pants off. He held out his arms and she came into them, pressing her firm titties to his chest and planting her tongue in his mouth while wrapping her fingers around his cock. Her fingers didn't quite meet around his throbbing prick but she didn't notice. She was only interested in getting at him in any way she could.

When Joan moved her mouth from Jack's and started nibbling at his earlobe he asked, "Do you want to get in the back seat?"

"Not just yet," she answered and pushed herself up against him, forcing him back against the car door.

"Joan, are you really going through with it this time? Are we really going to love each other?" asked Jack. He'd tried for over a year but this was the first time she'd ever taken off her clothes.

"Do you mean are we going to fuck?"

"What do you think?" She worked her hand back and forth on his massive cock, slipping the foreskin up over the purple head to pick up and spread the clear oil oozing from its tip.

"I think maybe the waiting will have been worth it." He tried to get an arm between them so he could feel her warm, pink cunt but she was pressed against him too tight.

Joan jumped back. "What do you mean – maybe?" She slipped across the seat to the other side of the car. "Don't you know?"

Jack just sat there for a moment, too surprised to move. "Yeah," he said. "It's going to be worth all the waiting and then some." He fell across the seat, trying to get a tit in his mouth but she wiggled away and he fell with his head on her stomach. He caught her behind the knees and snatched her butt toward him. All in the same movement he pushed her thighs apart and buried his face in her crotch, flicking his tongue up and down her sweet, wet slit.

"Oh, my God, Jack. Let's get in the back. Let's get in the back where we'll have room to get at each other."

Jack only lifted her hips and ran his tongue up into her steaming hole. Holding her up with his knees and chest he reached around and put a hand on each brown tipped titty and rammed his tongue rapidly into her cunt hole three or four times.

"Jack! Oh, my God! Jack! Let's get in the back so I can get to you too!" Joan was trembling all over.

Jack lifted his head and moved back, letting her slide down. "Okay. Let's get in the back."

Joan didn't wait to see if he was going to open the door for her. She scrambled over the back of the front seat and landed on the back seat with a plop that brought a groan from the spring. Jack followed and she was on him in a flash, throwing one shapely leg over his head and onto the shelf behind the seat and guiding his purple headed cock to her open mouth with both hands.

Joan's mouth stretched wide as she wrapped her lips around the head of his prick. She hadn't realized that his cock was so large. Surely he couldn't expect to push this big thing into her tight, little cunt. But she forgot her doubts as the taste of his juices struck her taste buds and she started playing little games on his cock head with her tongue. She pushed the top of her tongue against the little slit at the tip and then ran her tongue around the rim at the back of the head. Spreading her wet tongue out wide, she moved it up and down first one side of his purple cock head and then the other. And then she was back at the lip, her tongue far back in her mouth trying to go into his little slit again.

Jack caught her below the hipbones, his fingers pointed out toward her sides and his thumbs spreading her cunt lips wide. Before they had settled down on the seat he had his lips between her soaked pussy lips and his tongue up in her steaming hole. As soon as her knees hit the seat he started running his tongue back and forth between her dripping hole and her erect clit. He ran his tongue into her hole and pulled it back out, pressing it against her slick flesh as he moved it to her clit where he pressed, tapped and ran it around the little bud. And each time he went back to her hole he found a fresh supply of pussy juice.

Joan had only the bulging head of Jack's cock in her mouth and she was afraid she'd hurt him with her teeth if she tried to get any more of it in. She knew she should have had enough of it in so she could move the skin up and down with her lips but she just couldn't. She hoped Jack would understand, she was trying to give him the best blow job she could. She'd never really had a chance to learn how.

She pulled her lips over her teeth and his cock, and let them nestle in the groove behind the flaring head. Her mouth had filled with saliva and some of the juice coming from Jack's cock and she spun these warm juices around his gigantic cock head with her tongue. Then she ran her tongue from the bulging rim to the oozing tip and back down and moved it a little to one side and did it again until she had been all the way around his mammoth cock head. She found that she could move her lower jaw a little so she added that action and went around again.

Jack could hardly stand the sensations radiating from Joan's hot tongue into his cock. He knew he'd come if it kept on but it was so good he just couldn't put an end to it. He knew an awfully large amount of oils were running from his prick but all the warm fluid in her mouth made it impossible to tell just how much. And then he felt her take his balls in her hands and hold them lightly, letting them roll around, holding them between her palms so he could feel the heat of her hands, holding them in one hand and pushing them around with a finger. He was going to have to be careful or he'd shoot his wad without ever getting his raging cock anywhere near her cunt.

Joan wondered what all the pussy juice she was spilling into Jack's mouth tasted like. As soon as he had first hit her hard clit with his tongue she had started coming and she was coming constantly now that she could taste his cock oil. Each time he ran his tongue around her clit she felt a gob of slick juice run down her cunt and each time he ran his tongue up her hole he sucked it out and made room for the next batch. Her belly was quivering and she was so engrossed in all the wonderful feelings Jack was giving her all she could move was her mouth and hands. If she hadn't been sucking his cock she wouldn't have been able to move that much. She wanted his big cock between the lips of her cunt but she just couldn't tell him to stop what he was doing.

He didn't know if Joan squeezed or if his balls were warning him he couldn't take anymore, but Jack suddenly jumped, pulling his mouth off Joan's cunt and causing her to let his cock pop from her mouth to ask what was wrong.

"Gosh, hon! Turn around and get on the bottom! I've got to get my cock in you! Now!"

"Oh, my God, yes!" Joan scrambled to get from aver him. She spun around and pushed her butt across the seat as soon as he was out of the way. She put one foot on the floorboard and the other up over the back of the seat. Jack bent to kiss one of her tits as he got between her open thighs. She squeezed the tit, making the nipple stand up between his lips.

"Hurry, honey. Eve got to have you," she whispered.

He dropped the nipple and crawled up on the seat. She reached down and took his hard cock in her hands and guided the bulging head to the slick lips of her pussy. Holding him there with one hand, she spread her cunt lips with the fingers of the other hand. She moved the head of his cock around between her wet gates to get it centered as he moved slowly forward.

As his massive cock head pressed against her soft, hot flesh she felt a pint of hot juice run down to her cunt only to be held in by his mammoth cock. He pressed harder against her and she felt as if her stretched cunt was going to rip. She wanted to scream but was afraid he might stop. And then the head of his cock slipped through her tight pussy lips and she caught her breath as the pain burned through her.

"East," she said. "I didn't know anybody had a cock this big. Go in slowly. Don't hurt me." She got one arm from between them and put it around his neck. "I want so bad for you to fuck me."

"Okay, honey. I'm going to work it in now. If it hurts let me know and I'll go slower." He had one arm around her neck and the other under her back.

Jack pulled back a fraction of an inch but his cock didn't slip back out of her cunt, her tight inner lips were behind his cock head and only stretched outward with his withdrawal. He pressed back in and his cock bulldozed its way half an inch further into her dripping, stretched pussy. He controlled himself, working it in easily until a little over seven inches of his ten inch cock was up in her belly.

"Oh, my God, honey! Hold it! You hit bottom! I can't take anymore!" cried Joan.

"It's okay," said Jack as he kissed her tear-filled eyes. "You've got enough of it for now. You'll loosen up and next time it won't hurt at all." He eased back half an inch and worked his hands under her hips.

"If it starts hurting, will you stop?"

"I will, darling. All you have to do is tell me." He started moving, slipping his cock back and pushing in again until he was almost as far in as he was when she stopped him. "Is this all right?"

"Oh, my God, yes!" She had her arms around him, squeezing him down against her tingling breasts.

Jack was acutely aware of Joan's tight cunt lips gripping the skin on his cock, slipping it up and down each time he moved in and out of her twat. He felt the head of his prick pushing through her tight tube, forcing the walls to stretch as he went in. And he felt her slick cunt walls closing in behind his cock head as he pulled back. As the veins and muscles standing out on the shaft of his cock rippled through her stretched pussy lips he felt the head of his cock vibrating against the flesh of her slick, hot cunt. And still he controlled himself, driving in slowly to keep from hurting her.

Joan tried to relax, to keep her cunt soft so it would give without straining and causing soreness but she couldn't. Her cunt had a mind of its own. It contracted around his gigantic prick in spite of her efforts and she knew she would be sore in the morning but it didn't matter. She was being screwed by the biggest cock she'd ever seen, the only one other than Billy's that had ever penetrated her pink, little pussy. Those bulging ripples on his shaft caused her whole belly to tremble as they shivered their way through her tight, stretched cunt lips. Those firm ripples made the head of his cock oscillate as it plowed along the slick, gripping walls of her pussy tube.

Joan's mind was acutely aware of every little motion of his plunging cock. She felt her clinging cunt lips pushed up into her tight twat as he drove into her and her hard, little clit was pulled down against his bulging shaft.

She felt juices up in her belly start down but they were trapped by the tight seal of his huge cock against her tight pussy lips and she thought her tube would burst. She could tell that he had more cock in her than he'd had when he hit the cud of her tube but she didn't feel the sharp pain she'd felt then. And when he started pulling his cock back she could feel the rim around the flaring head scraping her lubricated cunt walls and it sent heat out from her twat into her whole belly.

She knew that her nipples had swollen and were pressing against his hairy chest and each little bit of friction sent heat from her breast throughout her chest and she hugged him tighter. Each time he started into her cunt with his rock-hard cock her tapered thighs moved up, turning her quivering cunt up to meet his thrusting shaft. And when he reached the bottom of his stroke his swinging balls crashed into her upturned ass and sent an additional sensation of heat shooting up from her hips.

"You're really giving it to me," she panted through her tight throat. She moved her head enough to get her lips against his cheek.

"You've got the tightest cunt in the world. It's making my cock feel better than it ever has." He lifted his head and pressed his open lips to hers.

"Fuck me," she said into his mouth as her warm, pink tongue went searching for his.

Jack pulled her hips up tighter against him and started fucking faster, sending his cock head flying through her stretched cunt. He felt her cunt draw up in protest as he reamed it faster, and that inspired him to fuck hers even harder. He drove his rippled cock into her clinging cunt until his hipbones met hers and his dark crotch hair ground into her golden curls and he jerked his throbbing cock back to jam it in again. He couldn't have stopped then if he'd had to, even if she'd begged him to.

Joan was coming constantly, her bursting cunt was filled with her, cream and his cock and she wanted even more. She was holding herself up with her legs around his body and swinging toward him to meet every thrust of his hips. She wanted to go on forever but she knew it had to end, she had to come in one big blast or she would explode. She twisted her body to rub her nipples through the hair on his sweat-covered chest and reached down and pressed against his hips to urge him on.

Jack was suddenly aware of her cunt squeezing and letting go, squeezing and letting go and there was much more heat surrounding his cock and it caused his balls to draw up and the muscles around his ass to start spasming and pumping his hot, white cum into her already flooded cunt. He kept his cock farther up in her pussy and rammed it quickly back and forth while he continued to pump his scalding, thick fluid up her vibrating twat.

Joan, breathing audibly, screwed her cunt up against him, trying to milk every possible sensation from his spurting cock. She was coming harder then she ever had. Her cunt was stretched more than it had ever been stretched before and she was about to pass out. She fought to remain conscious because she didn't want to miss any of the feelings she was experiencing. She pushed her tongue so far into Jack's throat it felt as if it was ripping loose from its base but she tried even harder and felt the skin on her lip burst where it was pressed between her teeth and his.

And then his cock wasn't moving any longer. It was pushed into her fiery cunt with more pressure than she had felt before and he was straining to get it even further in. He was pushing his pulsating cock into her twat with so much pressure he was bending her back, lifting her ass just by pushing into her with hard, constant pressure. She pulled her thighs back up almost to her shoulders, trying to help him reach a greater depth… but she had it all. The head of his cock was practically resting up behind her belly button.

They lay like that, his cock pressed into her, their arms around each other, her ass up against him and their open mouths pressed together, for several minutes. When their breathing had returned almost to normal Jack lifted his head and looked into Joan's eyes. She smiled and kissed him.

"We'd better get out before we disconnect," he said.

"That?"

"I'll show you," he said and opened the door. With her legs around his waist and her arms around his necks he crawled out of the car and stood up. "Ready?" he asked.

"I don't understand," she said, still holding on. With his hands under her hips Jack lifted her slowly off his cock. It came out with a pop and gallons of juice and cum gushed out after it.

"Oh, my God!" exclaimed Joan. "My stomach feels empty."

"Not really. You were so tight it couldn't get out," he said as he lowered her until her feet were on the grounds. "Let's walk down to the river and wash it off."

Jack took a towel from the trunk and put his arm around Joan, steadying her as she staggered along beside him. They walked down to the river and out into the cold water until it came up to their knees. Jack bent and splashed the icy liquid up over Joan's soaked cunt and thighs. He rubbed her with his hands until all the slickness was gone, then washed himself and led Joan out of the frigid water to the bank and carefully dried here with the towel.

"I never knew it could be like that," said Joan as she watched Jack dry himself. "I never knew fucking could be that good."

"It's as good as you make it, darling. And you do make it good. I'll never be satisfied with anybody else, now." He put the towel around his neck, placed his arm around her waist and started walking back toward the car. "I wish we could wait a little while and do it again but it's getting late. Look at the sun."

Joan looked lip and saw that the sun was dropping behind the trees. "Oh! We fucked away the whole afternoon! It didn't seem like that long."

"I'd better get you home before your mother gets worried." They dressed by the car, got in and started back up the trail.

"Did you ever get whatever was worrying you straightened out?" asked Jack.

"I'd forgotten about it. It doesn't matter now. A good fucking like that can straighten out anything." Joan moved over against him. "I wish I'd known a long time ago that it would be like that."

"Are you going to fight me from now on?" asked Jack.

"Only if you don't want to fuck me."

"You don't have to worry about that. My cock will stand up and beg for it everytime I see you."

They locked the gate behind them and drove slowly back to town. Joan, with her hand resting ant Jack's cock, leaned against his shoulder and wondered why she had gotten so uptight about seeing Billy fucking their mother. At the house she kissed Jack good-bye and went through the door completely relaxed, as if nothing had happened.

Betty was putting supper on the table when Joan walked in. She looked up and almost dropped the bowl she was carrying.

"Joan, darling. I'm so sorry about this afternoon. You shouldn't have seen that. It was something that had to happen but I should have had the door closed." She put the bowl down and went back to the stove. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Mom. I think I was a little jealous but it doesn't matter now. Nothing can upset me now." She sat down at the table and started drinking her tea.

"Do you think I'm perverted?" asked Betty.

"Oh, hell, no. I went to Billy's room at night before I found out how much better it is with someone you really love."

"Do you mean Jack?" asked Betty as she turned around to study her daughter's face.

"Yes. I'll never be satisfied with Billy again," said Joan with a big twinkle in her eyes.

Betty wanted to agree that Jack was quite a fucker but caught herself. There was no need to ruin Joan's happy mood. She just smiled and carried the rest of the food to the table, called Billy and sat down.

Billy came running in. "Joan, I'm sorry. I should…"

"Oh, shut up," said Joan. "It doesn't matter. Eat your supper and keep quiet."