Mom's hot lips

CHAPTER NINE

Dancer jerked his head around. There was a terrible snarl on his lips. The expression faded when the man came into the roam and stood with his feet braced and his hands cocked on his hips.

Vera wanted to cry out with relief and shame bath. For a dizzying moment, she was swept back to the time eighteen years ago, when Paul had come into the room in just the same way and stopped the degrading fucking.

Dancer pulled his cock out quickly-so fast that her pussy tissues half clung to it and made her feel as if her cunt were being drawn inside out.

He sat on his legs and looked at the man. His expression was totally different-rather subservient. He was definitely no longer the dominant figure in the room. The man in the doorway was, and there hadn't even been a battle.

"Just having a little party here, Max," Dancer answered finally. He nodded towards the pretty girl who had come up behind the man. "You and Joyce come on in and join us, huh? Hey, do all the TVs work okay? I guess you were coming down the line checking them, huh?"

Max Sawyer ran his eyes over Vera's body, looking into her wet cunt for just a moment. He gazed at Roger and Rainey, who were still huddled together, prick and pussy joined.

Max was in his early forties. His build was good, his coloring tanned, with silvery patches in the hair at his temples. He looked as if he'd just stepped off his yacht. Bushy eyebrows were fierce at first, then paternal in appearance.

The girl behind him was a little older than Roger. Her hair was red-blonde, her features delicate and doll-like. She looked over his shoulder with wide green eyes and a perky, mischievous smile on her full lips.

After a long moment, Max stopped frowning, but his face stayed craggy. "They're all working fine, Dan," he said, coming into the room a little farther. "Who are these people? I thought I told you I didn't want any messing around on this deal, fella. Can't yow keep it in your pants at all any more? Rainey was supposed to solve that problem. That's why we saved her, wasn't it?"

"Hey, Max," Dancer said with a nervous laugh, spreading his hands out placatingly. "They were already in here tucking each other. Rainey and I just joined in, that's all." His eyes slid in their slits towards Vera, and the nastiness leaped from him, snarling and fanged, a split second of it meant only for her, telling her to be careful what she said to Max.

"They were up here? What do you mean, they were here? How did they get in, for Christ's sake?"

"With a key, Max," Dancer said wickedly. "That's Mr. Hanson, and that's her swinging kid. Not like old Paul, huh?"

"What!" Max cried. He looked at Vera penetratingly and made her want to shrivel with shame. Then he let out a short laugh. "Well, it's a hell of a way to meet you finally, Mrs. Hanson, I guess, but hello." He leaned over the bed and stuck out a blunt hand.

Vera looked at it dumbly. She took it. It was dry and firm. She felt absolutely ridiculous, lying naked on a waterbed with a wet cunt and shaking hands with her husband's business partner.

"This is Joyce," he said, nodding towards the pretty girl, his voice ludicrously formal. He looked at Dancer, then down at his long prick, still half-stiff, still shiny with her pussy juice. "Cover it up, Dan, the party's over. With Vera, it's over for good, understand?"

There was menace in the tone. Dancer paled slightly. "Sure, Max," he said. He looked down at his cock. "Seems I've got this problem though, Max. You came in at just the wrong time."

"You've always got that problem, Dan. The trouble with you is that you're always trying to solve it in the wrong places and at the wrong times. One day, I'm going to get up to here with your problem, because I'll never know when it's going to mess me up, you understand?" He was still smiling, but his eyes were like black bearings.

"Sure, Max," Dancer said, licking his lips. "But Rainey got kind of busy with the kid there, and… I thought..

"That's the way it goes sometimes, Dan. But do your thinking when I tell you to, because you get a little shit-headed when you think all by yourself. Get your pants on."

Dancer licked his lips again. "How about if I borrow Joyce for a little while first, huh?"

The bushy brows became a dark shelf shadowing the caves beneath them where tigers looked out. "One day, Dan, I'm going to take that goddamn cock of yours and wrap it under your body and make you do something with it most people say is impossible. Go check the circuits down in the office.

Dancer held Max's hard gaze for a defiant moment. Then he swept up his pants and thrust one leg after the other into them. He looked at Rainey, who was huddled against Roger fearfully, then decided he'd better not push Max any farther. He stalked out of the room.

Max turned to Vera, smiling with a suddenly paternal expression. "Why don't you and Joyce and I go into the next room where we can talk. Roger and Rainey can stay here and enjoy the TV." He looked at Rainey. "I've never seen her look so happy before. Dan doesn't agree with her the way your son does. Maybe I'll do something about that."

It was as good as a promise. As if Rainey were an object of barter. Veta already had an idea what Max would request in return.

She slipped off the bed and scooped up her panties and slipped into them quickly. Max didn't watch, which was a refreshing change for this degrading day:

Joyce was leaning against the railing outside. She wore red shorts and a powder-blue tank top. Her nipples showed clearly. Her eyes went up and down Vera's body with interest, centering on her tipped boobs and then the crotch of her panties.

Without warning, with a little mischievous giggle, Joyce yanked off her top and pushed her shorts to her feet and stepped out of them, posing in the bright sun. Her tits were round and firm, the nipples big pink dots in the centers of them. Her ass was pert and tight, and yellow panties stretched across her cheeks.

"There!" she said brightly. "Now you don't have; to feel embarrassed. I saw your dress dawn there. I don't like clothes anyway, do you? Max, isn't she terribly pretty?" She giggled again, staring with too much interest at Vera's nearly naked body.

She came over and took Vera's hand and giggled with childish innocence. "Honey, why do you keep that Dan around? He gives me the creeps! Poor Rainey. Poor Vera, getting flicked by that long dick!" She shivered and hugged Vera in a sisterly way, one naked tit pushing against Vera's.

"I don't like him any better than you do," Max said. "But he knows his stuff." He ushered them into a room.

Joyce whooped and pulled Vera with her, sending them both flying onto the waterbed. "I just love these beds, Max!" she cried, her naked tits heaving under Vera when momentum carried her on top of the girl.

The contact was not unpleasant to Vera. There was a pillowing softness to her tits, a pleasant yield to the firm flesh of her ass. Joyce wrestled her around on the bed like a boisterous teenager, almost too much to believe for the age she had.

Vera looked at Max with a questioning expression, but he stood over the bed and looked down with a paternal grin, and Vera decided that Joyce was genuinely juvenile, high-spirited, and empty-headed-a fluffy little kitten who'd found what she thought was a playmate to romp with.

"Max, turn on the TV, huh? I like all those fucky pictures!" she giggled.

Max sat in the chair. "In a little while, maybe," he said with an indulgent tone. He tented his fingers and propped them under his chin and looked at Vera, ready to be serious.

Joyce seemed to sense that. She stopped romping on the bed and bellied down beside Vera, close enough so that their hips touched, her round fits stretching slightly under her chest, her tight little ass mounding up from the base of her spine.

"First of all," Max said, "I want you to know how sorry I am about Paul, Vera. He was a fine man, principled and honest. A pleasure to work with. Unfortunately, though, everything here at the motel has come to a complete halt, just days away from opening."

There was a moment when Vera nearly choked up. Max was very warm and sincere. Her sexual embarrassment was gone. His whole attitude so far had been almost platonic. Even now he wasn't staring at her naked tits. And there was certainly no embarrassment from Joyce. The girl was so uninhibited she'd go pee in the corner of she got the urge to.

"That leaves me a little up in the air," Max continued. "I had an agreement with your husband to manage this motel-just this one out of the whole Hanson chain, and the agreement was to be effective subsequent to the majority stock opinion after the meeting next week."

Joyce was already bored with the conversation. She wriggled around on the bed and snuck towards the control panel and punched on the TV, with no sound. She climbed back onto the bed beside Vera and watched it avidly.

Vera tried not to look, but she couldn't help it. There were two girls on the big screen. They went through all kinds of antics, sucking each other's pussies, rubbing their tits together and fingering each other in close-up, full-color shots.

Vera became very conscious of the touch of Joyce's body against hers. The girl moved her hips slowly against the form-fitting bed as if she were becoming highly stimulated.

Vera had a hell of a time keeping her attention on Max. The girls on the screen fascinated her. She'd always wondered what Lesbians did to fuck, and she was seeing it all."

"What I'm getting at," Max went on, "is that Paul's agreement with me is legally dependent on how you and Roger vote next week. Since the stock isn't a matter for the estate to handle, I know Jack Cutter will advise you to keep your husband's agreement, and you know how much confidence Paul had in Jack-both as his attorney and his friend."

"What are you after, Mr. Sawyer?" Vera finally managed to ask.

"Max, please," he said, paternal smile big and friendly. "All I want is a smooth transition during this difficult time, Vera-an honoring of your husband's agreement with me. Your assurances that you and your son won't do something-irrational and against good counseling from Paul's attorney. Very simply, I'm requesting you and Roger to vote the stack the way Paul was going to vote it-for me to manage this motel. There'd be no objection to that, would there?"

"I… I g-guess not, Max," Vera stammered.

She didn't know. Right at that moment, she wasn't sure of anything but the sensuous emotions going through her.

One of the girls on the TV had her finger up the other one's cunt. It slid back and forth like a prick. The pussy tossed and sucked at the finger. The folds and puffy tissues were, drenched with slippery, shining juice, and, muscles sucked inward with imminent orgasm.

There was warmth against her hip from Joyce's smooth body. Then there was a cupping hand under her boob. It rolled and fondled and played with her nipple, making the rubbery nub fill and stretch shamelessly.

"Joyce!" Vera said.

She tried to make her voice sound shocked. It didn't quite come out that way. She looked at Max. He'd gotten out of the chair and was headed for the door.

"I'll call Cutter and tell him to expect you in his office tomorrow or the next day," he said. He closed the door behind him.

"Ohhhhh, Vera, your tit's so nice and firm!" Joyce said, still squeezing it. She felt her own. "I think mine are going to get soft pretty soon. Feel it. Tell me what you think."

Vera looked into the innocent green eyes. "That's enough, Joyce," she said, unable to be angry with her. She started to get up.

"Vera, don't go," Joyce pleaded, her voice small, needing. "If you go, I'm afraid Dan will come up and try to fuck me. Besides, Roger and Rainey are still busy."

"Then they can get un-busy," Vera said.

"Oh, please! Let Rainey have a little fun. She's going to get beaten tonight anyway. Let her have some fun first. Don't make her stop. Ohhhhh, come back, Vera, I'm feeling all fucky inside!"

With no shame, no hesitation at all, she rolled onto her back and hooked her thumbs into her panties and rocked her legs back and shoved the skimpy yellow things off her body.

The bed heaved and jiggled with her motions. She stretched and arched and looked at Vera with hooded eyes, parting her thighs, scissoring them closed again, willing and writhing in terrible heat.

Vera stared at her. She couldn't help it. It was a display of heat she'd never seen before. There was another reason she stared-right between Joyce's thighs.

Her pussy was bald.

The lips were puffy and naked, smooth and sweet, like a baby's ready to be powdered with a soft puff.

Joyce moaned and writhed and looked at the TV screen. One of the girls was licking the other's pussy again. Joyce cupped her crotch with her hand and drew her middle finger up between her bloated cuntlips, sliding it over her cut and moaning.

"Ohhhhh, look at them, Vera. I've always wanted to try that with another girl let me do it to you. Please? Pretty please? You don't have to do it to me. Just lie back and close your eyes and let me do it. Ohhhhh, please?"