Mom's hot lips

CHAPTER FOUR

Vera wasn't even aware, at first, of what she'd said. When the words penetrated her mind, she turned crimson with shame. She glanced at her son and saw that he was jacking his prick stiff again, watching breathlessly.

She knew at the same time that her son was powerless to stop Dalton, that it was going to happen. She remembered the last rapes the pain her fighting had caused.

She didn't fight the inevitable this time. She felt her pussy walls go slack and wet. She felt her omit mouth suck open at the touch of the big cockhead.

Dalton huffed huskily and sank down on her body. His big cock entered her cunt and slid through the oiled silk of her pussy meat, going deep, spreading tissues wide.

Vera's eyes shocked open, and she gasped raggedly. God, it Was huge! A pole inside her! Nothing at all like the prick Paul had been fucking into her cunt for eighteen yearn.

Thrill after thrill rippled and plunged through her body. She gazed with pure astonishment at Roger, opened her mouth, and whimpered for forgiveness at the joy she was experiencing.

She was totally stuffed. Her pussy walls spumed and shook around the big prick, as if experimenting and exploring, testing this big invader they weren't used to.

"Don't fuck my mom!" Roger bawled suddenly, his face crinkling up with helplessness.

His prick was ramrod stiff. He wanted in the worst way to yank Dalton's cock out of there and put his own in, but there was nothing he could do.

Sally whipped her head around and gaped at him. "She's your mom?" Her little hand gripped Roger's prick and jacked it with excitement. "Ohhhh, she's really your mom?"

"Sally, tell him to quit fucking her," Roger whined.

He looked at Dalton's ass. The hairy butt pumped up and down and clenched and spread. The big prick squished in and out of his mother's juicy pussy and made the lips flatten and suck and grow large again as they clung to the withdrawing prick.

Then he looked at his mother's twisting, writhing body, the expression of astonished lust on her face, and he knew that she wouldn't want him to stop Dalton just now.

She'd been awakened. What Roger had told her he wanted to happen was happening. But all he'd really wanted was for them to get caught. Where in hell was the old bastard, anyway? Always tied up with his goddamn motels instead of being with his family.

Roger's pleading whimpers took on a different sound. He watched Sally's hand slide up and down his prick. He looked at the flare of her tight little ass, and he knew how he was going to get even with Dalton for fucking his pretty lady.

He whipped Sally around. He made her rest her chin on the couch. He held her butt in his hands and watched her wriggle it for him, as full of excitement as he was.

She thought he was going to fuck her pussy again. She was wrong. Roger looked at the slope of her back and the way she spread her knees on the floor, bracing them apart, opening her round cheeks and her pussylips for him.

He glanced at his mother. She was watching him. She wasn't really seeing him. Her eyes were slightly glazed, and a constant moan came from her lips as her body was tossed and rammed by Dalton's big fucking prick.

Roger held his cock in his hand and aimed it. He spread Sally's buttcheeks apart and put the tip of his prick to her asshole. Just as she was ready to vocalize her objection, he pushed forward, and the words merged together into a shrill squeal.

"God he's fucking my ass, Dalton! Ahhhhgh, it hurts, it hurts!"

Her asshole was tight, so tight he knew she was a virgin there. At least Dalton hadn't reamed his huge cock into her butt yet, or it would be stretched loose and flabby. Roger grinned tightly and fucked his prick fully into her bung, pressing his thighs up against her round, tight buttcheeks.

"Ahhhhgh, he's flicking it and fucking it, Dalton! Ohhhhh.

She didn't really mind Roger could tell that by the way her asshole clamped around his prick and barely let him slide back and forth in her butt.

Her muscles vibrated and pulsed and began little sucking motions that drew his cock deeper into her clinging, dark hole. Her tits spiked at the ends and jutted down from her chest, and she began weaving her ass and pushing back at him for more.

Vera heard the girl's sharp cry. She came put of her sensual fog enough to look at her son and see what he was doing. She watched his white cock stab between the tight cheeks of Sally's ass, and her emotions spun.

Dalton grunted and looked around. He watched Roger cornhole his wife. Then he looked down at Vera and grinned with thick lips.

Vera's heart caught in her throat. She felt his heavy, thick cock pulse and thud inside her pussy, and she knew exactly what was on his mind.

"Roger-you damn little fool!" she gasped a choked whisper.

Dalton grunted again and made his arms straight, preparing to lift off her body and pull his prick from her cunt and flip her over. Vera's asshole pulsed wildly with the way she imagined it would be.

He would tear her asshole open with that big prick of his. She'd never been fucked in her ass. It was too tight. This night would become another night of horror and pain if he rammed that pole up her butt, and she had to stop him.

She flung her arms around the thick back and clung to him. "No, no-don't take your prick out of my pussy, Dalton! I'm coming! I'm going to come! Ohhhhh, shove that big prick into me and make me come! Blast my pussy full, Dalton! Let me know what a young cock feels like again! It's been so long, so long!"

Dalton was surprised and pleased. He rammed forward, banging her cervix with his cockhead and nearly making her leap from her skin with the shock of it.

She flung her knees wide and wrapped her thighs around his, locking her ankles over his tossing, churning butt, pulling him into her. She bit her lower lip to stop from crying out with pain when he drilled to the end of her cunt again.

It was all right. She could take it. Anything was better than having him fuck her asshole. She pumped and heaved. She made her pussy suck and spasm wildly around his prick.

She felt wanton as hell. She'd never felt this way before. She sucked in her breath and did it again and again, conscious of trying every trick to make him come in her cunt-just as if she were the most brazen whore there was. And right in front of her son.

She looked at Roger. She licked her lips and felt her eyes go wide with surprise and something more-shame and lust mixed. There really were no secrets between them now.

"Yaaaaaagh!" Dalton bellowed suddenly.

Vera snapped her attention back to him. His cock swelled inside her cunt and filled it to bursting. She felt the wild throbbing and bucking. Then she felt the hot, hosing rush of sperm into her snatch, and something inside her responded.

"Oh, God!" she cried sharply.

She clung to him. She didn't want to. It was unthinkable that she'd hang from a crude, burly bastard who was really in the process of raping her.

But there was no denying the excitement he was giving her. His big cock was perversely thrilling. The way Paul had left her in such need for the past year had made it thrilling.

Her eyes popped open. She gasped and gasped. And then it hit her with terrible, shattering force.

"Ahhhhhhgh!" she screamed.

Her body shuddered violently. Her muscles crushed and spasmed. Her pussy sucked and shook around the monstrous prick inside it, and there was no way it could hold the gushing charge of his sperm and her cunt juices, too.

Sperm flowed from the lips of her pussy where his thick root had spread and flattened them. It trickled down the bottom of her crotch and puddled in her upturned whole and brought fierce sensation to her. For just a wild, fleeting moment, she wondered what it would be like to be fucked there, and then she was horrified with herself for even thinking about it.

Sally cried out sharply. Vera looked at the girl and got a good idea what it would be like.

Roger strained forward and shoved his prick all the way into the girl's butt. She opened her knees wide, bracing them on the floor. Her spine bowed, and her butt slanted up and back to take all the cock Roger was giving her.

She opened her little mouth and bleated with a surprisingly loud sound. She beat her little fists on the couch and shook her whole body as she came and came.

"Ahhhh! Eeeee! My ass! Right up my asshole! Dalton, it's wonderful! Honey, I didn't know! I'll do it with you from now on! God, I want your big cock up my asshole, baby! Ahhhhh!"

Vera saw Roger toss his head back and grimace with blissful agony. His face went beet red. His pelvis was thrust as far forward as he could make it go. It shook and shook as he spurted his load up the girl's ass.

When he was finished, he moaned and gasped and looked ready to black out. He caught himself and then looked directly into Vera's eyes, and it was just as if he'd come in her ass instead of Sally's.

Dalton lifted his shaggy head finally, having recovered from the tremendous orgasm Vera had so wantonly drawn from him. His wife was pawing at his hairy butt, nuzzling it with bet cheek, cooing and moaning. Dalton twisted his head around and watched her a moment, then grinned back at Vera.

"Now I'm gonna fuck your ass," he said to her.

Sally kissed his butt and sank her teeth gently into the flesh of it. "No, honey, no," she objected. "DO it in mine. I want you to, Dalton. All these other times when I wouldn't let you, it was because I was afraid of your big cock. But I can take it now, honey-I know I can. Oh, baby, let's go home now and do it I'm tired of trading fucks, Dalton. I just want you."

She pried his hairy buttcheeks apart and slipped her pink tongue between them, rimming his asshole with it. He gasped, and his prick began bowing up and stiffening again. Vera wanted to scream at the girl not to excite him any more after she'd just been so wanton about cooling him don.

She didn't have to. Something next to miraculous happened just then. The doorbell rang.

"It's Paul!" she cried tightly, stiff-arming Dalton from her chest. "It's my husband!"

A whole mixture of emotions ran through her. She didn't understand why Paul would be ringing the bell. He had a key. Even if he'd lost it, she didn't remember anybody's locking the door. Why was he ringing? Had he come in, seen them, and then gone out again, now giving her the chance to get decent so that they could both pretend nothing had been happening?

She felt frantic. She worked her way from under Dalton's body. She urged the others to dross quickly. She slipped into her panties and ran towards the bedroom for her robe.

When she came back, Roger was standing in the doorway. Dalton and Sally were gone. Roger was talking to a tall, solidly-built man. Or, rather, the man, was talking while Roger listened. There was a stunned expression on Roger's face, and fear clutched at Vera's heart.

She went up to them, conscious of the press of the man's uniform shirt, the glint of badge, the creak and shine of black leather about his waist that held a holstered gun. She saw the black and white squad car in the circular drive.

"Mrs. Hanson?" the man said, looking at her. "There's been an accident, Mrs. Hanson. May I come in?"