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CHAPTER SIX

"Would you mind finishing the dishes for me, honey? I promised Don Jackson I'd drop by tonight to help him put up his new drapes, and I'm late already." Wiping her hands on a cloth, Mona glanced at the kitchen wall-clock as she headed for the front door. She paused in the front hallway long enough to give her hair a last critical examination in the mirror, then smoothed down her dress and went on. "Don't wait up. You know how men are when it comes to decorating, and I may be late. You don't mind, do you, darling?"

"No, that's okay. I was going to bed early, anyway. Just have a good time, Mom." Not fooled at all by her mother's story, Janie rose from the couch, and she turned the television off. A small, secret smile flitted across her lips, but she quickly hid it. "And tell Mr. Jackson hello for me, too. I haven't seen much of him lately!"

"I will, dear." Not noticing that her daughter's smile had reappeared at the vivid memory of Don Jackson sprawled on the couch with his pants bunched at his knees last night, Mona finished her primping and turned for the door.

"Good night, baby. And get some rest. You look positively worn out!"

"I will, Mom. Bye."

Realizing that she hadn't seen her mother behave this happily in years, Janie watched her hurry out. The sharp image of Mr. Jackson's giant prick came to mind, and her smile widened knowingly. Well, that was certainly something to be happy about!

And though she hadn't taken the time to think about it, Mona was happy. She pranced lightly across the street to Don's house, and actually caught herself humming. She'd been looking forward to this date all day, and not even that morning's session with Chuck could have spoiled it. It was with almost girlish eagerness that she bounced up to his front door and rang the bell, feeling her stomach flutter with jittery tension.

What if he wasn't home? What if last night had simply been a single drunken incident, and nothing more? Would he even want to see her? Wouldn't it have been better to call first, just to make sure?

God, she was acting like a love-smitten teenager! But then the door swung open, and all her tension drained away.

Don appeared, and his face broke into a delighted grin when he saw her standing there. "Well, I didn't expect to see you again so soon… not that I mind, that is. Come on in, Mona."

Taken by surprise, he motioned with a wide gesture as Mona stepped through. Shutting the door behind her, he went on quickly.

"What can I do for you tonight? And please, no martinis just yet. My head's still spinning!"

"You know perfectly well what you can do for me!" Swirling to face him, she turned on her sexiest smile, and her hand swooped out without warning to grasp the crotch of his trousers. "I've been thinking about you all day, and I'm tired of just thinking! Now, what do you intend to do about it?"

At first, her boldness startled him all over again. Then she gave his crotch a squeeze, and his grin grew broad. "Well, now, when you put it that way I can think of several things! Just what did you have in mind, may I ask?"

His cock twitched with life under her squeezing fingers, and a blast of heat flooded Mona's cunt with a sudden, overwhelming arousal she hadn't felt in more years than she wanted to count.

"Well, if you can't come up with any ideas of your own, then I'll just have to show you!" she countered, gushing hot juice as his cock speared up in his pants to full stiffness. Even as she spoke, Mona's fingers moved up to grope at the fastener of his trousers, tearing them open.

"Christ, you don't waste time, do you?" Once more taken aback, Don spoke huskily as his prick swung up hard and bare into the air, wagging a sexy greeting.

Even as Mona instantly knelt to confront his gorgeous, stiff cock, she had to admit that Don affected her in a way she'd never known before. She'd been in his home less than a minute and she was already into his pants!

But that realization didn't stop her. Sinking to her knees before his surging prick, she heard her own voice come out deep and hungry, aching for action. "I've wasted enough time already, and I don't intend to lose another precious second! Oh, God, I've waited for this all day! Come to mamma, honey. She knows just what to do with it… nuhhm."

Wrapping both fists around his swollen prick, Mona swooped without hesitation. Her full lips pressed eagerly against his bulbous cocktip in a lingering kiss, her tongue flicking across its smooth sensitive surface.

"Oh, Christ, Mona," he groaned, still clutching the doorknob as if not quite able to believe it was really happening.

Almost before she knew it, Mona was licking her way across the whole veined length of his cock, trying desperately to taste every bit of it at once. Her tongue greedily lashed across his hefty ballsac, matting its thick curls with wetness. She rolled both enormous balls until they were slick and tingling against her lips, then returned to the inflamed slab of his cock and caught his engorged prick head between her lips, sucking on it like a large piece of sweet candy.

"Uhhhmmm," Mona sighed.

His fingers tangled in her long dark hair, and he urged her on. "Oh, yeah, give me some of that sweet mouth of yours! Oh, yeah… jeezus, to think I almost went bowling tonight! Do it, babe, do it!"

His voice turned throaty, and his hips twitched.

It was as if a dam had burst in her cunt, unleashing a torrent of frothing cream. Moaning deep and loud, she began to bob her head back and forth, gobbling his meaty prick down her throat as if it was the only cock in the whole world.

"Mffuuuhhhummmm," she moaned.

Not even her earlier experience with Chuck had eased the ache that soared through her pussy now, an ache that only Don's lovely, pulsing prick could fill. Her tongue whipped frantically along his rippled cockshaft as she sucked with smacking lips, her enjoyment pouring out in bursts of juicy heat.

Her head bobbed faster. Catlike purrs rose from her cock-filled throat as she drank his prick in.

To his frank amazement, Don saw the entire length of his prick slide between the brunette's sucking lips. His hips began to thrust rhythmically, sliding his cockmeat down her moist, willing throat as he grunted with pleasure.

"Yeah, babe, oh, yeah that's just right, warm me up real nice like that so I can give you a fucking you'll never forget! But get out of those clothes first, before I tear 'em off, myself!"

Instantly, Mona obeyed. Without missing a single stroke, she deftly unhooked her dress and squirmed out of it. Bra and panties quickly followed, until she was totally nude.

And as the last wisp of her clothes floated to the floor, so did any willpower she had left.

She pulled back from his cock abruptly, clutching its wet stiffness and collapsing back on the living room floor, pulling it to her.

"Fuck me! Get it in me, lover! I need it. Hurry, oh, God Don, hurryyyyy!"

Drawn by his prick, Don sank atop her only too gladly. His tortured cock speared between her wide-flung legs straight for her sopping, pink pussy, and he grunted: "Unhh!" His prick slid easily up her waiting cunt, inch after slithering inch, until his entire fuckshaft was buried inside her.

That was when Mona went wild.

"Oh, my God, yesss!"

Instantly, she was hunching up on his pounding cock, pumping it in and out of her pussy in an abandon of pure, uninhibited lust. Don lurched back and forth between her tapered legs, and he mashed his hairy chest against her flopping tits.

"Oh, Christ, what's got into you, baby? I… ahhhhhh."

Mona laughed in sheer, gleeful delight, though the sound came out more like a shriek as his prick plunged into her even deeper than before.

"…as if you didn't know!" she managed, the words blurting out as they fucked in frantic unison, bodies twisting together. "Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me good and hard, Don! Give it to me lover, ohhh, give it to me good! Good, good!"

In all her experience, she'd never before had her pussy so totally bloated with prick, brimming full with wonderful thrusting cock meat. She surged up for more, sobbing with luxurious rapture on that huge pistoning fuck shaft.

"God, yes, that feels soooo good! Oh, lover, fuck it all into my pussy, I've got to taste your scrumptious prick all the way inside me! Yessss, yes, that's right… faster, faster!"

Clawing at his taut ass and pumping up onto the full length of his monster of a prick, she lunged off the floor with fast, furious jerks.

"Jeezus!" Don gasped, unable to quite believe she was the same quiet, shy woman who'd lived across the street from him these past few years. Delighted at the way she hungrily arched up onto his prick, he responded with hard, slamming heaves that pounded her ripe ass back to the floor, burying his swollen fuck shaft to its base inside her.

"Annnnnh!" she wailed blissfully as their bodies slapped together in simultaneous frenzy. The first explosions of climax went shuddering through her, and she screamed. "Now! Now, Don, give it to me now! Give me your cum, baby! Fuck your jism into me, fuck my pussy full of cream! I… oh, fucking sweet lover… I want your cum! Cuuummmmmmm!"

Digging her fingernails deep into his flesh, she writhed upward in a chain of unending orgasms that seemed to go off like bombs inside her, making her shriek.

"Uhhhnnn!" Unable to endure that sudden frantic attack on his aching cock another moment, Don drove his prick meat into her cunt with a last furious assault, and he let his load rip.

Cockcream spurted into her silky, milking pussy. Mona wailed ecstatically as it spilled inside her, blasting again and again with the rippling eruptions of her own lust. Her cunt lurched in spasms on his pumping fuck shaft, sucking it for all it was worth.

Even when she'd sucked it dry, when the most violent of her climaxes had ebbed, and Don lay slumped and gasping for breath atop her, she kept pumping.

"Oh… oh… oh, God, that was sweet!" she purred, still twitching. His softening prick slurped in her cunt, and little splatters of cum dribbled warmly down her ass crack. "I've been waiting for that all day; I don't think I could've stood another moment without it!"

Don laughed weakly, shaking his head in wonder. "I guess we're just lucky you made it across the street, at least!"

Mona giggled. "Oh, I made it, all right. And another smart crack like that, and I may just do it again!"

Suddenly she twisted and pushed, flipping Don onto his back.

He let himself be rolled over, and sic hovered above him.

"You think it's funny to get a woman all hot and bothered over you, don't you, Mister Donald Jackson! Well you just happen to be right. I'm a woman who finishes what she starts, and you may as well find that out right now! So now that we've got one or two of the more immediate concerns out of the way, I intend to start finishing you off all over again. What do you think of that?"

Mona knelt worshipfully before his limp, drained prick. Her long brown hair drifted across his thighs, and she was leaning forward even as he answered.

"I think that's just fine, Mona. Go ahead and try. We'll just see who finishes off who around here. Ahhhh."

Her tongue lapped wickedly at his slumping prick, this time licking the drool of cum and cuntjuices from it. She worked his balls, drinking up the overflow of their wild, lovemaking and cleansing the last traces of cream from them before mouthing his cock.

It didn't take much sucking at all to have his prick nudging to life again.

She rode her mouth up and down his swelling prickshaft with grim determination, cupping his balls and teasing them to new awareness. And this time she didn't intend to be swayed.

"Oh, shit, you're killing me!" Don's voice was a hoarse chuckle as his prick throbbed upright, gliding into the widow's throat at full rigid height. "At least give me a moment to catch my breath! I'm not as young as I used to be. Uhh… uhh!"

Despite himself, he gave a pleased gasp.

Within moments, Mona had his cock twanging.

Her uninhibited enthusiasm seemed to be catching, and Don couldn't resist. He lay back and clutched her head, pumping up into her soft, sucking mouth just as eagerly as he had fucked her pussy only minutes ago.

"Uhhm… fffuuhhmm." She sucked with all her expertise, working him to a thrashing pitch. Gulping and licking, her mouth slid up and down on his cockmeat with pure greedy hunger, she felt the first tremors of release ripple through his prick.

"Ahhhhh." Don arched, and the first load of cockcream geysered into her throat. "Muhhm."

She kept sucking, swallowing load after load of his hot, thick jizz. Its heady taste made her cunt twitch, and she sucked all the harder.

"Oh babe!"

Don's groan would've made her smile if she could have. After all, it served the bastard right! If he was going to make her so hot and horny that she couldn't see straight, the least he could do was pay the price!

That thought made her suck furiously, until every precious drop of cream had been drained from his pecker.

At last, she raised her head as she licked her full moist lips. "Well? Do I keep my promises? Are you finished, Mr. Jackson?"

Slumping wearily, he laughed.

"You… you cock-hungry bitch, I'll show you who's finished! Can we go to bed now?"

Mona smiled. Her eyes glinted with pleasure, ad the gave his massive prick a squeeze.

"If you're ready for it, lover. Because I'm just getting warmed up!"

She wasn't lying, either.

"Ahhh… ahhhmmmm…"

Mona was having a wonderful dream. She dreamed that a big, silky-smooth cock was sliding into her insatiable cunt, fucking it with incredible skill. A tremor of pleasure rippled through her as that huge, hard prick dipped in and out, somehow managing to wiggle inside her cunt.

God, what a dream!

Her pussy creamed with delight. That lush dream-cock increased its slithering probe, and she arched.

"…unnhh," she moaned sleepily.

Pangs of sheer joy shot through her. Her eyes fluttered open to the morning sunlight that streamed into the bedroom.

And that lovely, wiggling dream-prick plunged again!

She gasped, gazing hazily down at the source of that wonderful sensation.

Don Jackson lay sprawled between her legs, his tongue plowing into her pussy with fast, fucking strokes.

"Ohh, oh, my God!"

Suddenly, that delectable sensation was too much to withstand. In one violent lunging motion, she twisted out from under Don and pushed him onto his back. His prick leaped up into the morning sunshine, all swollen and huge, aching to be sheathed in her cunt.

That was an ache she intended to soothe, right now.

"Oh, you bastard!" she gasped, straddling his waist and splaying her wet pussy directly over his bloated cockhead. "What a way to wake up! Now that you've got me going, I can't stop until I've had it all. Aaaaahhhhh!"

She squealed ecstatically, sinking onto his prick in a leisurely screwing motion that worked his cock into the core of her cunt.

"That was the idea," Don grinned up at her, cupping her split asscheeks and urging her on. "I warned you I wasn't so easy to finish off, didn't I? After all, I'm not the one who fell asleep right in the middle of things! Now you have to take your… medicine… mmmmmmmm."

Sucking in her breath, she began to plunge onto his prick in earnest. It rammed up her cunt, jolting her fully awake. Before she quite realized it, Mona was bouncing up and down on his prick in total bliss. Her big tits flopped and the bed squeaked as she drilled her pussy thoroughly onto his cock, just the way she had last night before drifting off to a happy, sated sleep.

"Aaaaaaaah!"

Don lunged up, and his cock heaved. Loads of thick, thready cum tore up inside her pussy, and she pumped until he was once more drained.

"Guuuh…" Collapsing atop him in a fulfilled heap, she groaned as all of last night's memories came flooding back. "Oh, darling, that was wonderful! I don't know when I've fucked so much. Uhhhmmm."

Twitching beneath her and grinning from ear to ear, Don couldn't have agreed more. "That was just the beginning, hon. I expect we're going to do much better from now on – hey, where are you going?"

Suddenly, in the midst of her pleasure, Mona's head popped up.

"Oh, my God, it's morning! You let me sleep all night!"

She sprang up, gasping slightly as his prick slid wetly from her cunt hole. Scooping up her discarded clothes, she dressed hurriedly.

"What's the hurry?" Don sat up, perplexed.

"I left my daughter alone all night, that's what's the hurry!" Slipping back into her dress, Mona headed for the door. She paused just long enough to glance back at him, and a smile flitted across her lips. "We'll have to continue this some other time, lover… and soon! I only hope I can explain to my daughter what I was doing out all night!"

Mona swept out of the bedroom, still straightening her rumpled clothes.

Don sank back, disappointed. "Oh, shit!"

Dashing across the street, Mona worked desperately to untangle her mass of curls into presentable fashion as she tried to think of an excuse for being out all night. Not a single reasonable explanation came to mind. But it was still early, and there was every chance Janie hadn't gotten up yet. She might still be able to sneak in, and never have to face her daughter at all.

At least, that was her hope as she opened the front door.

That hope sank as the blare of the T.V. met her.

Janie was already up and plopped on the living room floor in her nightie, watching her favorite morning shows.

Putting on her most innocent expression, Mona took a deep breath and strode into the house, smiling as if she had nothing at all to hide.

"Well, it's about time you got up, sleepyhead! When I went out this morning, you were still snoozing away as if you meant to spend the whole day in bed!"

"Hi, Mom." Janie glanced up with a small indulgent smile, and her knowing expression chilled the lie on Mona's lips. "Actually, I was up pretty early. But that's okay. I don't mind if you want to stay out all night now and then. You don't have to pretend with me."

"I…" Taken aback, Mona didn't quite know what to say. Then her shoulders sagged, and a furious blush crept across her face. "Darling, I didn't mean to pretend. And I didn't mean to stay out all night, either. It's just… Janie, can we talk a moment? Woman to woman?"

Janie nodded, and her smile brightened. As Mona slumped onto the couch and tried to decide just what she was going to say, the teenager hopped up and shut the T.V. off, then joined her.

"You spent the whole night with Mr. Jackson, didn't you?"

The question came so abruptly and naturally that it caught her by surprise. She stammered, then gave up any pretense with a shrug of surrender.

"Yes, yes, I did. Janie, darling, there's something I want you to understand. Sometimes… sometimes grown-ups do that, when they like each other a lot. In a special way, I mean. I spent the night with Don because… well, because we like each other that special way, just the way I used to like your father, remember? It's called love. You're old enough to know about love, aren't you?"

Janie bobbed her head solemnly up and down. "Do you love Mr. Jackson?"

Instead of getting easier, this discussion was turning downright impossible. "Umm, that's a little hard to say right now, honey. After all, even though we've known Don a long time, I've only just started seeing him! Love takes a bit longer than that, you now!"

If anything, Janie was blunt. "Do you fuck him?"

"Janie!"

Aghast, Mona, stared. This whole confrontation was getting out of hand, and she frankly didn't know quite what to do about it. Sputtering for an answer, she felt her face growing redder.

"How… how could you even suggest a thing like that! Why, Don and I hardly know each other? To even think… I mean, really! We just… that is…"

"It's all right, Mom," lank said comfortingly, hugging her mother and planting a kiss on her cheek. "I understand about these things. You just need some extra rest, that's all. Here, let me undo this, and you can lie down. We can talk better once you're relaxed."

Her hands were already unfastening Mona's dress as she spoke. The material slipped from her shoulders, and she shrugged out of it without complaint, sighing gratefully. It seemed her daughter really was grown up, after all.

"I suppose you're right, darling. I am a little worn out. A few minutes extra sleep wouldn't hurt."

In another moment, she was totally nude, lying stretched out, weak and exhausted from her morning's activities and the emotional confrontation with her teenaged daughter.

"There, that's better." Janie gazed down at her mother, once again remembering the image of Don Jackson's huge, bloated prick tearing into her cunt. "And next time you spend the night with Mr. Jackson, tell him you need a little more rest! You can just tell him I said… ohhhh!"

Her gaze had drifted down between her mother's legs, and she gasped openly.

Lying back in a heap, Mona had unconsciously let her thighs glide slightly apart. Her pussy was still wet and tingly, and a splatter of jism seeped from between the natural fire of its pouting lips.

Unexpectedly Janie knelt, bringing her rapt gaze level with her mom's cunt. The girl let out a sound of frank amazement.

"Is that what he did to you, Mom? Wow, Mr. Jackson sure must be something in bed! I never saw so much cum all at once!"

Mona's eyes widened, and she started to protest. But it seemed pointless to hide anything now, since her daughter knew everything already. Instead, she gave in with a sigh and let her look.

"Oh wow…" Janie's hands dipped into the slot of her mother's thighs, easing them wider for a better look. Her pink cuntlips opened farther, and a thread of thick, white cream oozed out.

"Uhh, honey, I don't really think you need to know details quite that intimate!" Forcing a small laugh, she fluttered a hand down toward her bared pussy, but didn't quite try to hide it. After all, if her daughter intended to be all grown-up about the situation, why treat her like a child now?

"It's okay, Mom." As if to voice her thoughts, Janie responded quickly. "I… I think it's kind of beautiful! You and Mr. Jackson."

With a sudden, tender motion that took them both by surprise, she abruptly leaned forward and lightly kissed her mother's cum-drenched pussy.

Mona's reaction was a searing jolt of unexpected pleasure that ripped from her cunt and tore throughout her, escaping in a breathless hiss.

It was an unexpected act. Caught up in the sensation of sharing her mother's experiences, Janie felt her lips press against moist, warm pussy flesh. Its scented juices poured across her mouth, and she flicked her tongue out to taste them.

Mona couldn't halt the burst of reaction that rippled from her cunt, filling it with a creamy new blaze of warmth that tugged her hips up. Blurting out a surprised gasp of mingled lust and astonishment, she writhed.

"Janie, what – ohhh, oh, my God, darling, that's… that's nice, please… please!"

In a feeble attempt to stop what was happening, she clutched handfuls of Janie's long blonde hair. But the incredible feel of having her cum bloated cunt so sensuously kissed by those soft willing lips was just too sweet to ignore.

Instead of pushing her daughter away, Mona grabbed her head and arched up, splaying her pussy eagerly for more.

Engrossed by the tempting taste of jism oozing from, her mom's cunt, Janie obliged happily. Her tongue dipped again, gliding deep between Mona's fur-fringed cuntlips for another taste.

"Ahhhh!" Mona's eyes bulged as she felt her daughter's tongue wiggling eagerly into her, probing the depths of her stoked pussy for Don Jackson's cum. Her legs slid wide open, ass arching off the couch for more.

Janie hadn't expected anything like this. But as her mom hunched up groaning, she plunged her tongue deeper. Slippery globs of Mr. Jackson's cum rolled across it, and she swallowed again and again, shoving deeper with each new jab. Her tongue raced in and out of her mother's hot cunt, collecting fresh blasts of jism and cunt cream. She lapped furiously, gulping it all down.

"Yesss, yes!" Mona cried, her face wrenching in bliss. "Do it, do it for me, baby, give it to me good! Annnnh!"

Her clit strummed under Janie's frantic tonguing. Spasms of pleasure soared through her, growing stronger with each jabbing thrust.

Suddenly, she lurched as the teenager's tongue shoved into her cunt with wild, squirming urgency. "Aaaaahhhhhnnnn!"

Mona's pussy surged up in an ecstatic series of eruptions, plastering to her daughter's mouth.

Janie didn't have to be told her mother was coming. She licked and lapped more eagerly than ever, soaking every quiver of completion from her mom's twitching pussy.

"Uhhh, ohhhh, my babyyyyyyy!"

When at last Mona fell back in a heaving blur of satiation, Janie's stabbing tongue slipped from her cunt. It licked its way up along her flat stomach, dipping momentarily into the little pucker of her navel, then moved on. Soft, young lips caressed each of her throbbing tits in turn, sucking her nipples into tingling awareness.

Strangely, Janie's youthful explorations didn't seem the least bit naughty to either of them. When her lips slid up to place a wet, loving kiss on her mom's mouth, Janie sat upright.

"There. Now you ought to be good and relaxed! And just to make sure you get plenty of rest, I'll do all the cleaning and cooking and everything today, all right?"

She seemed so openly eager to please that Mona couldn't help but smile. "Uhhm, that sounds perfectly all right to me! And, honey, thanks, thanks for understanding."

It was as if a wall had broken down between mother and daughter, allowing them to face each other, woman-to-woman.

As Mona drifted to grateful sleep, Janie quietly went to do the morning dishes, as she'd promised.

But her thoughts were now on her own hot, seething pussy. The girl was painfully aware of the creamy itch gnawing within it. She needed some action fast, the very first chance she got.

And, fortunately, she knew exactly where to find it.