Mother in heat

CHAPTER ONE

Barbara Thurmond studied her figure in the mirror as she slowly dried her luscious body with a large fluffy towel. The mother of two teen-aged children, she was an exceptionally beautiful woman and looked much younger than her thirty-seven years. She had a creamy white skin with long dark hair and big smoky-gray eyes that smoldered with passion. She had a full figure, yet there wasn't an ounce of fat. Her tits were firm and hard, and their size was accentuated by her extremely slim waist that flared out to her flail rounded hips. Her soft upper thighs were well rounded and tapered down to her trim legs and ankles.

Looking in the mirror, she could see the soft nest, of silky-dark pussy hairs that formed the triangle around her juicy slit. A little tremor of excitement rippled through her body, knowing that her husband's big hard cock would be filling her cunt a few short minutes from now.

Her husband, Ed, had been a bit offhand about their sex lately, but Barbara felt that tonight would be different. She was going away with her young daughter for a week, and she felt certain that her husband would be exceptionally amorous on this, her last night at home. It was the annual spring open house week at Northridge Military Academy where her eighteen-year-old son, Brent, was a student. She and Cindy, her eighteen-year-old daughter were driving up to the academy tomorrow to spend a week with whim. The boy detested, the school, but his father insisted he attend as he felt all young men needed disciplinary training. Barbara didn't completely agree with her husband, but she didn't disagree when he insisted the boy attend. Knowing from his letters that he was unhappy at the academy, Barbara was glad that she and Cindy could spend a few days up there with him.

When she was completely dried, Barbara slipped into a sheer black nightie that reached just below her perfumed cunt.

"God, you look beautiful," her intend smiled from the bed when she entered the room with her lustrous black hair falling over her soft bore shoulders.

"Thank you," she beamed, getting into bed with him.

Pulling down the covers, Barbara was surprised to see his dong hanging limply between his legs. She'd expected him to have a throbbing hard-on as he waited for her in the bed. She was a bit hurt and disappointed, but decided it wouldn't take her too long to get his prick nice and stiff. Crawling down and resting her face on his belly, she gently lifted the limp cock with her fingers. Trailing her fingers lightly up and down the loose folds of his cockskin, she watched it tighten around his rapidly swelling dick. His dong was making little jerking movements as it began to thicken and lengthen wider her teasing caresses. It was exciting watching and feeling his cock throbbing to life in her fingers. It grew stiffer and harder until it was finally a big full-blown tool, pulsating wildly in her tender grasp.

Lowering her face, she brought her wet open lips down to taste his quivering cock. She kissed the glistening head, working the tip of her hot little into the tiny slit on the end of it. Opening her mouth wider, Barbara wrapped her velvety soft lips around his deliciously big knob. Resting the side of her face on his quivering belly, she sucked the thick, meaty cock deep into her warm, moist mouth.

It grew bigger, longer and harder as she continued sucking his marvelously naked prick. Lowering her head a bit, she felt the hot, rubbery hardness of his cock-head nudging at the back of her throat.

"Oh, God, that feels good," her husband whispered, running his fingers through her tong black hair.

"I'm glad," she whispered between sucks. "I want tonight to be so perfect."

Sucking more vigorously on his prick, she could feel it growing even larger inside her slavering lips. Pushing her mouth down, she could feel his magnificent dong gliding back into her throat, and pulling back, she could feel the veins and sinews of his cock sliding between her sucking lips.

She continued pumping up and down over his cock until it was completely saturated with her hot, slippery spit. Sucking harder, she gave his swollen cock-head a thorough bath with her wildly swirling tongue while she vigorously caressed his shaft.

"Holy sweet shit," Ed moaned as he started thrusting his hips up in rhythm to her bobbing head. "That feels so fuckin' good, baby! So fuckin' good."

She could feel her own hot cunt juices streaming down the inside of her thighs as the wild flames built up in her burning twat. Wanting to prolong their lovemaking as long as possible, she released his lurching cock from her mouth and crawled back up into his arms, hoping desperately that he'd fondle her tits and pussy for a while.

"I love you," she whispered, covering his lips with her hot open mouth.

"And I love you," he panted.

"Honey," she sighed. "Please play with my pussy for a minute."

"Shit!" he gasped, "Let's start fuckin'."

"Please," she begged. "Just finger me a little bit first."

"Christ," her husband choked, puffing the hem of her nightie up. "Let's fuck!"

Panting like a wild animal, he quickly spread her thighs and crouched don between them, clutching his big throbbing dong in his hand.

"Please wait a minute," she whispered up to him, wanting just a few moments of loving foreplay.

"Christ, baby," he gasped, nudging his cockhead between her cunt-lips. "I'm gotta get rid of this load."

Barbara felt as if she'd been slapped in the face by a wet towel. Was she just something for him to get rid of his load in? She suddenly wondered what had happened to the sensitive, passionate lover she'd wanted. She felt like a common whore with her legs splayed lewdly apart. She couldn't believe that this panting beast was her own husband.

"Please, Ed, you're hurting me," she squealed when he rammed the full length of his bloated cock all the way up into her cunt with one vicious lunge. Her soft, creamy body was stretched out helplessly on the bed, her knees pressed widely apart by the weight of her muscular husband's big frame. Her smoldering gray eyes were staring blankly at the little flecks of gold dust on the ceiling as Ed continued driving his big lust-bloated cock in and out of her unresponsive fuck-hole.

"Come on," he panted. "Give me some cooperation. It takes two to fuck."

Roughly grasping the soft flesh of her smooth ass-cheeks, he tried pulling her cunt up to meet his violent thrust.

"Fuck back at me," the man roared. "You're hanging there like a piece of dead meat."

As hurt as Barbara was, she decided to cooperate. After all, she had been looking forward to being fucked by her husband, and she might as well make the best of it.

Gasping his body in her soft naked arms, Barbara wrapped her creamy, bare thighs around his waist and began thrusting her slit up to meet his brutal strokes. Trying to force herself to respond, she writhed her cunt around the base of his plunging dong, but there seemed to be no feeling left in her body. He tried forcing herself to respond to his selfish fucking, but she just couldn't. All the exciting passion she'd felt earlier had completely nabbed, replaced by a dullness.

"Come on, baby," he gasped. "Get with it. Have you forgotten how to fuck."

Barbara didn't bother to answer. She just lay their under his lurching frame, hoping he'd soon shoot his fucking load so she could go to sleep. Her mind and body were numb as she became a victim to his selfish sexual demands. Instead of the pleasure she'd anticipated, she felt nothing but degradation as his lust bloated cock slashed up into her dry cunt.

"Come on, baby," he panted. "Fuck back at me. Shit, this is fantastic!"

If he thought this wild humping was fantastic, Barbara couldn't understand it. Fantastic, to Barbara meant a gentle, tender union where each partner gave pleasure to the other, not this brutal selfish form of fucking.

She'd married him as a virgin at the age of eighteen, and after all these years, she meant nothing more to him than a cunt to receive his fucking load of jizz. Barbara cringed as she recalled how much she'd wanted him to fuck her a few short minutes ago.

She felts wild hate boiling up as he was fucking his hard cock in and out of her numbed twat. The way he was putting his bloated dong into her unwilling depths was almost obscene to the woman. Her numbed brain seemed strangely detached from her unfeeling body as she lay there listening to his deep animal-like grunts as he excitedly pumped his prick in and out of her unresponsive cunt.

"Come on, baby," he panted. "Get with it and show some life."

His wife didn't answer.

"Move, baby, move," he continued. "Jesus Christ, it's like fuckin' a sack of potatoes."

Barbara couldn't understand how he could be so insensitive to her feelings. Biting her lip to hold back her tears, she waited for this debasing act to end. He would eventually fill her cunt with jizz, as if she were a garbage can.

"Come on, honey," he panted. "Put some action into it."

Barbara could feel him speeding the tempo of his thrusts, and knew that he was rapidly approaching his climax. She couldn't wait for the moment it would be finished. It seemed that her husband had been humping her for hours.

"Come on! Shake your ass!" he shouted as he clutched at her shoulders, driving his prick faster and deeper into his wife's cunt. "Wake up and fuck!"

Clutching her tightly, he arched his back and began wildly pistoning his cock in and out of her slit.

"Jesus! Oh, sweet Jesus," he was panting.

"Gonna do it. Gonna come… gonna come! Oh, shit, baby, I'm gonna come!"

With his gasping voice unrecognizable in passion, his convulsing body was slamming his cock wildly into Barbara's fuck hole.

She could feel the gush of white-hot jizz exploding out of his cock-head, splattering against her cuntal walls. Trembling and jerking with excitement, Ed's big hard prick continued squirting spurt after spurt of thick fuck-cream up into her writhing guts. When the last drop had finally been emptied, he withdrew his limp tool with an obscene slurping sound and rolled onto his back. Within a matter of seconds, he was fast asleep.

Unable to sleep, Barbara went down to the kitchen for a glass of milk. Deciding to watch the late show on television, Barbara carried her milk to the den where she sprawled out in a chair after turning on the act. With her husband's slippery jizz oozing out of her slit, the woman found it difficult to concentrate on television. The dampness between her legs was a constant reminder of what had just happened between her. Staring blankly at the screen, Barbara unconsciously reached down under the hem of her short nightie and lightly scratched a slight itchiness on the outer lip of her pussy. She hadn't been aware of the action, but now staring down at her finger, she realized with a strange quivering feeling that it felt good against her pussy. Thinking about how sexually aroused she'd been just prior to the fiasco with her husband, she felt a warm glow burning deep in her loins and she involuntarily spread her legs, letting her finger probe into the soft moist flesh of her tingling cunt. When she realized what she was doin Barbara quickly pulled her finger back from the illicit contact with her pussy.

Barbara hadn't masturbated since she was a child, but wild thoughts were racing through her mind. She knew she should take her hand away and not play with herself yet the touch of her finger against her slit felt so fucking good. After the unpleasant affair with her husband, Barbara was desperate for a bit of sexual satisfaction.

Surrendering to her desires, she gently pressed her fingers against the slippery flesh of her wet open slit. Strange and wonderful sensations crawled up and down her spine, raising exciting little goose bumps around her turgid nipples as she began stroking her tits with one hand and fingering her cunt with the other. Lightly tweaking and pinching her hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger, she was deliciously rubbing the quivering flesh of her excited cunt.

She felt strangely guilty about playing with herself, but suddenly she didn't give a damn whether it was right or wrong. The feel of her finger on her twat felt good, felt wonderful after the abuse she'd just suffered at the hands of her husband. Sliding the tip of her finger in and out of her hot little slit, Barbara realized for the first time what was happening and she didn't care. She war going to bring her self off and it was too late to stop. It felt so fucking good, that Barbara had no intention of denying herself this glorious pleasure she was feeling.

The beautiful woman was helplessly aroused, awakened to a frantic lust by her own fingers as they dipped and swirled around in the slippery hotness of her dripping slit. Her fingertips mingled with her soft damp pussy hairs as they slithered up and down the lips of her puffy cunt-mouth.

"Ooooooh, God," she whispered to herself as her surprisingly deft fingers came in contact with her sensitive, hard clit. "Oh, yes. Mmmmmm, this mood!"

Barbara's soft creamy ass was grinding wildly into the cushion as her fingers brought delirious pleasure to her hard, tingling clitoris. She was not completely amused, her thighs spread further apart to give her naughty fingers easier access to the hot, wet inner flesh of her pussy.

Closing her eyes, she could vividly imagine a man thrusting his hard cock up between her legs. She didn't know, nor care who the man was, but he had a wonderful hard cock, and that was all Barbara was interested in.

"Come on, baby," she whispered aloud to her faceless fuck partner. "Give it to me, honey. Pour it into me, you sweet fucker."

With her grasping mouth hanging wide open, the excited woman threw her head against the back of the chair, her long black hair flailing wildly around her face. Barbara's big quivering tits were bobbing up and down to the rhythm of her wild finger-fucking.

"Oh, yes, baby," she whispered up to the imaginary man who was thrusting his marvelous cock up between her wide spread legs. "That's it, you beautiful cock."

Her recent resentment for her husband seemed to vanish as wave after wave of sensual pleasure washed through her body. Barbara didn't care about anything except the delirious joy she was receiving from her own nimble fingers. The wild ecstasy was building in intensity with every plunge of her swirling digits. She could feel the fantastic pleasure building and building to a point that was greater than she could have dreamed possible.

"Oooooh, shit," she sobbed excitedly as she began rapidly thrusting the full length of her middle finger up into the hot, clinging depth of her fuck-hole.

Her aroused cunt walls began involuntarily squeezing and sucking against the fingers plunging in and out of the slippery clinging flesh of her inflamed pussy.

"That's it, you beautiful cock," she whispered to the faceless man as she continued wildly finger-fucking herself. "Give it to me, good!"

Frantically fingering herself with her left hand, the woman released her tits from the other and began excitedly rubbing her belly and hips. Arching her hips, she reached beneath them and dug her finger into the soft meaty crevice between the checks of her ass. Lightly circling her tight little asshole with her tapered middle finger, she felt a new excitement streaming through her seething body. There was something wildly erotic about touching her asshole, and Barbara pushed the tip of her finger against the muscular ring of her shutter until it suddenly slipped up inside.

Still wildly playing with her juice drenched slit, Barbara worked about half of her finger up into the tightness of her asshole. She couldn't believe the delicious sensations that were stirring in her hot little rectum. Both of the woman's holes were tingling with ecstasy, and Barbara thought she'd go crazy with joy when she finally forced the full length of her finger up into her quivering rectum.

"Oh, stilt!" she shrieked as she rhythmically thrust her fingers up into the warmth of both hot holes at the same time.

She was writhing and lurching around on the cushions, oblivious to everything but the smoldering pleasure that was surging through her body. With her fingers digging frantically in and out of her two lust-filled holes, everything was forgotten as she climbed steadily up to the dizzy heights of her exploding orgasm.

"Ooooooh, baby," she squealed to the faceless man that was filling her cunt and asshole with his cock. "Squirt me, baby! I'm coming! I'm commmiiiinnnnngggg!"

Frantically rubbing her trembling clit, Barbara was wildly calling out obscenities, her mind spinning, her hips writhing furiously as waves of incredible pleasure washed through her loins. Incoherent sounds of joy were gurgling out from her gasping mouth as her fingers continued plunging into the hot moistness of her climaxing cunt. Her entire body was in the throes of the most complete orgasm she'd experienced for a long while, and she wanted it to last forever. She had almost forgotten the wonderful sensations that were sweeping through her loins. She was happy that she could give herself such an intense orgasm, and was happy to have found sexual release without the help of her selfish husband.

Barbara firmly decided right then and there that she was going to finger herself off every fucking night when she got up to the military academy with her children. Up there she'd be in a bed alone, without her husband. No one would know she was masturbating, and she was really looking forward to diddling herself for the next week.

Finally getting up, Barbara turned off the television and slowly went upstairs to join her sleeping husband in bed.