All the way with mom

Chapter 1

Connie sprawled across the back seat of the car, her panties dangling from one ankle.

Her legs were outside the open door and Mike stood there, pounding his thick cock swiftly into her cunt, the liquid sounds of wild fucking loud in the darkness. Connie rubbed one long, nyloned thigh up and down his hip, moaning with burning pleasure. Mike's cock stretched her cunt to its limit, making the hairy lips tingle. With each forward lunge, his throbbing prick crushed her excited clitoris, bringing squeals from Connie. She turned her head from side to side on the seat of the car, her rich, dark hair mussed now, tangled about her contorting face.

"Oh, God, Mike!" she whimpered, arching her ass up, straining her cunt onto his cock. "It's so good! I love it, Mike! More! Please, give me more and more!"

"You got it, bitch!" Mike snorted hotly, sliding his hand underneath to clutch one tight cheek of her ass. "You can have it all! Take my cock, you fuck-crazy cunt! Take my cock deep in your fucking hot cunt!"

"Oh, yes, Mike!" Connie whimpered, thrashing in the close confines of the back seat. "I'll take it! I'll always take it! Oooooo, I love it so much! I'll always love it, Mike! You know I could never get enough of your big, hard cock!"

"Hot bitch!" Mike growled, racing his cock into her cunt swiftly, his balls smacking her churning ass. "Hot fucking cunt!"

"Oh, Mike, yes!"

"Cock-crazy bitch!"

"Give it to me!" Connie choked. "Give me that big cock, you fucking bastard! My cunt wants it! My cunt burns for it! Fuck me, Mike! Oh, God, fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!"

The car was parked at the curb in front of Connie's house. There was a street lamp nearby and it illuminated them. Neither Connie nor Mike cared if they were in the light. The passion between them was much too intense.

At first Connie had asked Mike to come into the house with her. But his cock was hard in her hand and his balls were heavy and loaded. He didn't want to waste any more time.

Sitting in the front seat with him, Connie had been unable to keep her hands off his cock. She stroked it, squeezed it, played with it. It was larger now than she remembered it, but then again, he was a man now, no longer a boy. She took his cock from his pants and looked at it in the dim light of the street lamp, seeing the head so smooth and swollen, a bead of liquid glistening on his piss hole. His cock was thicker, longer, yet so familiar.

Her cunt was soaked with hot, slippery juices as she sat there, clinging to his cock with a tight fist, her ass writhing against the seat. Mike had his arm around her, his hand inside her blouse, one firm tit outside her bra. She tingled all over, the way she used to do when they were teenagers.

Lifting her mouth to his, she had whispered, "Mike, we shouldn't start this all over again."

"Why not, Connie? You're divorced and so am I. Why shouldn't we pick up where we left off years ago?"

Connie shrugged, pulling up on his cock tightly. "I don't know, really;" she had said. "I want to. God, how I want to! But I have a son, Mike. What kind of mother would I be to him?"

"The kind of mother you've always been," Mike answered. "You don't think I have any guilt feelings because of Pamie, do you?"

"But you're a man," she replied. "Men are suppose to do this; not women."

"That's bullshit," he said, nuzzling into her dark hair, sliding a hand under her skirt and feeling her stocking where it connected to her garter belt. "Women get hot, too. Right now your cunt is boiling and you know it. Besides what has Tommy really got to do with it?"

Connie couldn't think of any good excuse. Mike was right. This really had nothing to do with her son. Besides, Mike knew her too well, she thought with a small grin. He knew just what buttons to push, what places to touch.

"Nothing, I guess," she had said in a small voice, beginning to jack on his thick cock vigorously.

Mike kissed her, moving his tongue past her teeth, exploring the heat of her mouth. Connie moaned and sucked at his tongue, her fist starting to pound on his cock faster and faster. Mike shoved his hand deeper under her skirt, feeling the velvety flesh of her thigh above her nylons. When his fingers moved toward her cunt, Connie opened her legs willingly. While he rubbed at her pussy through her skimpy panties, Connie slipped her hand into his pants and lifted his balls free. They were big, full, hairy. She cupped them, twisting them lightly, pleased with them. Her tongue flowed into his mouth, a moan of hunger coming from her. Mike drew hard on her tongue and Connie's cunt pulsated against his pressing, rubbing fingers. She flung her slim thighs wide, arching her pussy to his hand.

"Damn you!" she hissed hotly, lowering her face to his lap.

The head of his cock felt smooth and very hot against her lips as she kissed it. The tip of her tongue flicked across his piss hole and she tasted those familiar juices. Connie stretched her lips about the head of his cock, sucking gently, her tongue twisting in hot circles.

Mike rested his hand on top of her head, moaning softly as she sucked. Connie, giving a low whine, gulped his cock into her mouth, sliding down until the swollen head probed her throat. Her eyes were closed as she savored the taste of his hard-on after all these years. She had to struggle now to take the full length of his cock into her mouth, but struggle she did, sobbing silently as her lips pressed at the hairy base.

She worked her throat as her lips clung tightly, her tongue crowded. The powerful throbbing of his cock burned her stretched lips and her cunt twisted and sucked. She felt as if she were about to come and she wished he would put his hand back under her skirt. But she was leaning over him, her mouth stuffed with his hard cock, and he couldn't reach her pussy.

Mike had opened her blouse and rubbed one stiff nipple against his thigh. The roughness of his pants on her sensitive nipple excited her more and she bobbed her face up and down, sucking on his cock with soft, wet cries of pleasure. The harder she sucked, the stronger his cock seemed to become. Sliding her mouth upward, she clamped her lips just behind the smooth head, swiping her tongue back and forth over his piss hole, licking up the seeping juices and swallowing them. She whimpered and gurgled as she squeezed the cheeks of her ass together, her cunt vibrating wetly. Smashing her inner thighs together, she created pressure upon her clitoris, groaning with the delicious sensations.

"You always had a hot mouth, Connie," Mike moaned, caressing her hair. "You've always loved having a cock in your mouth."

It was true, she knew. From the first day that he had talked her into taking his cock into her mouth, Connie had loved it. After that first time, he'd never had to talk her into it – she'd sucked his cock without any pressure from him and sucked it hungrily.

"Remember how you didn't want to suck my cock the first time? But, damn, once you had my cock in your mouth, I couldn't make you stop. Remember, Connie?"

She nodded her head in the darkness, sucking his cock back into her mouth, purring softly. She turned on the seat, her knees beneath her, leaning into his lap. She wiggled her ass and sighed in pleasure when she felt him pulling at her skirt. She felt the warm breeze from the open window on her ass when he flipped her skirt up her waist. Moaning softly, she slipped her wet lips up and down his cock a little faster, enjoying the friction. She shivered as Mike ran his hand over her pantied ass, sliding his fingers up and down her ass crack, pressing lightly at her asshole through the skimpy panties. She twisted her uplifted ass, crying out softly.

"Suck it hard, Connie! " Mike groaned. "Suck my cock nice and hard! Your mouth is as wet and hot and hungry for cock as ever! You're a born cock-sucker, Connie! A natural-born cocksucker!"

Mike had always talked to her that way. In the beginning, she hadn't liked it much, but as time went by, she came to love hearing him use those words. She never felt degraded or it humiliated by them. The words always turned her on, made her cunt quiver.

Sliding one hand underneath his ass, Connie clutched it hard, her other hand cupped his balls, while she sucked frantically on his stiff prick. She sobbed softly, realizing how much she had missed his cock all these years. Bigger and longer than she remembered it, it tasted as good as ever, maybe better.

Mike slipped his hand into her panties and caressed the cheeks of her uplifted ass, watching in the dim light the way she bobbed her face up and down, her lips riding his cock tightly and hotly. He stroked a finger along the crack of her ass, past her asshole, and managed to penetrate the wet heat of her bubbling, hairy cunt. Connie moaned, arching her ass into his hand, sucking harder now. Withdrawing his finger from her pussy, he began to agitate her swollen clitoris. Connie whimpered wetly and devoured his cock with her mouth, desperate to taste his juices.

Growling softly, she sucked up and down, using her tongue as much as she could. Crowded by his thick cock, she managed to press against it, hold it tight to the roof of her mouth. The swollen head brushed at her throat and she shivered with delicious excitement. Quickly, she pulled her mouth off his cock and ran her tongue down the shaft, swirling it about his balls. She lapped at his loaded balls greedily, then raced her mouth back up his prick shaft. Swallowing his cock once more, she writhed her uplifted ass when Mike began to finger-fuck her cunt furiously. She heard his moans through the roaring in her ears and she struggled to bring up the boiling juices of his balls.

His cock grew harder inside her mouth and Connie began to sob, her lips flying up and down, fucking his cock fast, her mouth like a cunt. She strained her pussy into Mike's thrusting finger and with a muffled groan, came. Her pussy contracted hotly about his buried finger, sucking on it, squeezing it. While she came, her face beat up and down in a frenzy on his cock.

"Take it, bitch!" Mike shouted. "Take it! I'm going to fill your cock-sucking mouth, cunt! Take it… take it!"

The gushing come juice boiled across her tongue, drenching her mouth. Connie squealed and sucked hard, her throat swallowing hungrily. The taste of his thick, creamy come juice drove her cunt into tight, shattering orgasms, one after the other. It always happened that way when she tasted his cock cream squirting into her mouth. Everytime he spurted that sweet juice down her throat, Connie came, too.

"Suck it out!" Mike groaned. "Suck my come juice out of my balls, Connie! Suck it up and eat it! Swallow it, you cocksucking bitch! Eat my cock and eat my come juice!"

Connie's cheeks ballooned out with the spurting come juice but she drained his balls, not losing a single drop of that precious nectar. Her throat burned deliciously as the thick juices ran down it. When he stopped gushing she clung to his cock with her lips, feeling him starting to deflate. Then just as she remembered, his cock began to swell into hardness once more.

Sitting up on the seat of the car, she giggled, running her fingers over her lips. "I think my lips are bruised, Mike. Your cock never used to be so fucking big!" she whispered.

"I'm all grown up, Connie," he said, his cock standing out of his pants as hard as ever, gleaming wetly. "But you seem to suck it just as good as always. You know, my ex-wife never, never would suck me off."

"She wouldn't?"

"Oh, she'd suck me a while but she'd never let me come in her mouth." Mike moved his hand under her skirt, caressing her nyloned thighs. "She just didn't care to suck cock, I guess."

"Poor baby," she cooed softly, taking his hard cock in her hand again. "If I know you and I'm sure I do – it must have been horrible. You always loved blow-jobs, Mike."

"I managed to get sucked once in while," he said, sliding his finger into her panties. "But I've never found any woman as good as you, Connie. "

"Like you said," she replied, "I'm just a natural-born cock-sucker."

They had sat in the car a while longer, caressing and feeling each other until Connie knew she had to have his cock inside her cunt. She finally gave in and climbed over the seat, flashing her long legs. He got out of the car and opened the back door. Immediately Connie shoved her long legs outside, lifting her ass when Mike peeled her skimpy panties down. She then spread her legs out for him, offering him the expanse of her tingling cunt.

He rubbed his swollen prick head up and down her cunt slit a few times, making Connie squeal. She lifted her pussy and twisted her hips, trying to take the cock head into it. Mike had teased her a moment, but then he, too; became overwhelmed with need.

"Fuck me, Mike!" she gurgled. "Ohhh, fuck me good and hard!"

Holding her ass in one hand, driving his cock swiftly in and out of her gripping cunt, Mike leaned over to jerk her blouse open, ripping buttons from it. But Connie didn't care – she loved it! He shoved her bra to her chin and began to squeeze at one firm tit, his cock beating relentlessly into her eager cunt. Connie tossed her cunt up to meet his wild lunges, squealing softly as he reached depths she had forgotten. His cock stuffed her cunt to capacity, stretching the sensitive lips like rubber bands. Her clitoris strained up to smash along the shaft, sending shudders of rapture through her.

"Oooo, you're going to make me come so hard, Mike!" she hissed, her hips flying up and down. "I'm going to come so hard! Fuck it, Mike! Fuck my cunt! Ohhhh, God… I'm so fucking close, Mike!"

His balls, outside his gaping fly, smacked the cheeks of her ass hotly as he drove inward. Connie twisted and whirled her hips with him, frantic as the swelling ecstasy increased. Her cunt spasmed a couple of times, causing the lips to squeeze his cock.

"I'm ready, Mike!" she shrieked, not trying to stifle the sound. "I'm going to come! Oooo, Mike, There… I'm coming!"

Mike grunted as her cunt grabbed at his cock, squeezing in spasms, sucking on it. He rammed his cock as deep as he could, throwing his head upright, eyes closed.

The rapid squirts of his come juice splattered the satiny walls of Connie's cunt, causing her mind to whirl with foggy ecstasy. Her cunt throbbed and vibrated at the base of his cock, sucking hungrily. She could feel his hairy balls writhing against her rocking ass as they unloaded, sending fiery spurts of come juice deep into her starved pussy.

For a long moment, Mike remained standing outside the door of the car, his cock soaking inside her cunt. Connie slumped, her arms hanging over the seat, her legs relaxed and useless, dangling outside and around his thighs. Mike's breathing sounded loud in the stillness of the night and Connie kept crying out softly with the glow of her orgasms.

Sitting upright, Mike slid his cock out of her pussy. Connie seemed to realize for the first time where they were.

"This is for teenagers!" she said, jerking her panties off and stuffing them into her purse.

She stepped out of the car and smoothed her skirt down. There wasn't much she could do about her blouse, Mike had torn all the buttons from it. She adjusted her bra over her firm tits and let the blouse flap open. It was dark and no one could see, anyway.

"I told you we should have gone into the house, Mike."

"Maybe," he grinned at her. "But you loved it this way."

She grinned back at him. "You know me very well, you horny bastard! You always did know me."

Mike pulled her against him, kissing her and sliding his hand over her ass, feeling it under her skirt. "You still have the nicest ass ever, do you know that? You always had the prettiest ass in school and I don't find it any different now." "Get out of here," she said, playfully cupping his cock. "Go home before I rape you again."

"Rape me all you want," he laughed as he got back behind the wheel of the car. "I'm very rapable."

"Mmmm, so am I," she whispered, leaning in the window and kissing him again. "As you well know. See you tomorrow?"

"You bet," he said, sliding his hand out the window and lifting her skirt to feel her naked ass. "We don't have any reason to stay away from each other now, do we?"

For just a moment, Connie didn't reply, then she whispered, "No, no reason at all, Mike."

She stood a moment, watching the tail-lights of his car disappear down the street. Then, with a happy sigh, she turned to go up the walk.

"Tommy!" she gasped.