slit just as the prick reached the tip. It shot out with tremendous bursts from the dilated gash, crashing with hot joy into the cavity of her wildly contracting belly. Each burst seemed to start at the base of his pecker and dash up the stalk with tremendous speed, with one great jerk up the whole length of the long, thick cudgel. The moment it shot out the prick head, another burst followed the sensation-giving path of the last barrage and then another and another until Brett thought it would continue forever.
Victoria was in a world of her own when in the height of her orgasm, her husband's father's cum spewed and smashed into her writhing cunt. Her mind saw only the great purple cockhead of his huge fucker pumping out the hot male sperm and filling her belly with tremendous pleasures. It sloshed around inside her twat to mix with her own hot climax and her pussy contracted sharply again and again over the thick hardness of his spewing lust-crazed pecker. The great spasms that began at the opening of her burning, grasping cunt jerked wildly up through her nerve-filled fuck passage to end as a hot blast of sheer delight deep up inside her sperm-filled belly.
For the moment, all of the reasons that Victoria had laid beneath her father-in-law's wildly jerking prick were forgotten completely. She was not the young scheming woman in that minute, but instead she was nothing more than a hot, passion-filled whore that wanted only to be at the driving mercy of the sensation giving cudgel of hardened prick flesh that rested deep inside her womb. For the first time in her life, Victoria felt something akin to love. It was an odd stirring and she knew that she needed Brett's prick in her over and over and over again!
CHAPTER FIVE
Margaret Stover was still so upset over seeing Brett fucking the red-haired barmaid, that she didn't bother to go down for dinner. She called the maid and asked for a tray, also leaving word for her husband that she had a headache and was going directly to bed. In her mind's eye, she kept seeing Brett's huge prick fucking into that girl's cunt and her pussy kept twitching and burning yearningly for cum release. Margaret couldn't remember when she had been so aroused.
She ate her dinner and then after the maid had taken the tray, she settled down with the evening's paper, trying to distract herself from the thought of her son's magnificent cock.
Having read the paper thoroughly, she stretched out on her bed with the latest magazines to keep her mind off the insistent images of Brett fucking that girl. The magazines were of little help and she soon gave them up for an historical novel that she had picked up at the book store a few weeks back. She forced herself to concentrate on the book and for a while she succeeded in forgetting about her son and the redhead on the bar's office couch.
Two hours later, she was surprised to discover that she had finished reading the book, even though it was still fairly early in the evening. She wasn't tired and the idea of a hot, relaxing bath sounded good so she got undressed hurriedly while the tub was filling with warm water. When they had had the house remodeled, she had ordered a large, square, sunken tub installed in her bathroom and it was the one thing in the house that she considered her very own. She would often relax in the large tub for long periods of time and that evening it was like a security blanket to her. She thought the warm water would dull her senses so that she could sleep peacefully through the night.
Walking back into the bathroom after undressing, Margaret Stover glanced at her naked reflection in the full- length mirror on one wall. She couldn't help comparing her body to the young redhead's body she had seen that same after noon. Margaret guessed the girl must have been around nineteen and she was in her middle forties. Yet, Margaret thought her body was every bit as sexy as the redhead's figure had been. She studied her form in the mirror and was pleased by the fact that she had no fat whatsoever to distort her figure. Her titties were very large and jutting and they were the size of well-rounded melons and still youthful-looking. They stood up pert and proud and she couldn't resist touching the large nipples that capped them like pink berries responding to her touch by hardening slightly. Margaret was quickly reminded again of the obscene spectacle she had seen earlier.
She dropped her hands from her boobies and ran them down the long curve of her waist. Her belly was white and flat and near the lower part was a light covering of black hair that tapered out to the triangle of her fuzzy pussy hair. Margaret turned her back to the mirror and turning to look over her shoulder, she momentarily studied the round shape of her asscheeks. The white moons were like firm globes that stuck out slightly and Margaret was more fascinated by them at that moment than she could ever recall having been. She thought her overall appearance was intoxicating especially since her hair was long and raven and she remembered the girl her son was fucking had long hair also. The girl had looked really sensuous and Margaret wondered if it hadn't been because of the girl's slave-like bent-over position. She spread her legs apart and bending over, looked back between her legs at her reflection. Her position caused the mounds of her asscheeks to spread apart slightly and she could see the pink hairless area of her tight puckered shithole. Just below it were the sparse, hair-covered lips of her cunt and Margaret could clearly see the drops of moisture formed at the opening of her fuckhole. The thought of a long prick driving into her pussy while a finger worked in her asshole flashed into her mind and Margaret quickly straightened up and crossed the floor to the Roman tub. It was nearly filled with water and she reached to turn off the valves while she tried once more to put the obscene images out of her mind.
Stepping down into the warm water, Margaret stood still for a moment then slowly lowered herself into the clear water until only her head remained above the surface. The warm water surrounding her body did not dull her senses as she had anticipated but rather it made her more aware of all her sexual parts. She looked at the triangle of semidarkness formed by her black pussy hair through the moving water and it seemed to dance seductively before her eyes, her hand moved toward the blue-black hair and she ran her fingers across the surface of her awakened cunt. It had been over a year since she had ever given fucking a passing thought, but what she had watched this afternoon at the cocktail lounge had set off something in her twat that she didn't realize existed until then. It was like a flash of heat through the pit of her womb and the hot, itchy feeling refused to depart.
Very gently, Margaret pressed her finger into the hair-lined screw box formed by the lips of her pussy and she felt the electric sensation jolt through her gash as she had that afternoon when her finger had touched her excited love button. She had never known that the little clitty could be so sensitive or give her so much pleasure. If the lewd spectacle she had witnessed had been between someone other than her son, Margaret probably would have recoiled at the sheer obscenity of the act but she couldn't equate anything her son did with lasciviousness. The obvious enjoyment of their fuck sessions made Margaret feel that she must have been missing something even though she had always taken fucking lightly in the past. Her body was responsive to her own touch and she saw no reason why it shouldn't respond even more to someone else. She couldn't consciously admit to herself that the someone else she was thinking about might be her own flesh and blood, Brett, Junior.
Continuing the massaging of her excited nerve nub in the soft hair-lined folds of her cunny with more vigorous strokes, Margaret felt the burning in her pussy grow more and more intense. The moistened walls of her raging cunt seemed to be tingling out a message to her brain that begged for a fleshy fuckstick to be screwed up through them. Her mind seemed to become somehow a part of the pink twat flesh between her inner thighs and the urgent need to be fulfilled became overwhelming. In her mind's eye she was seeing Brett, Junior's passion-hardened prick fucking in and out of the redhead's wet cunt and her finger almost instinctively moved down to the opening of her newly discovered fuckhole. Margaret pushed her middle finger up inside the tight, seldom screwed channel down between her thighs until she was unable to reach further and it felt good, but not good enough. Frustrated, Margaret added another finger and she gradually began to finger-fuck them both in and out of her flooding pussy. It did nothing but stir up the fire in her panting cunt to greater intensity and she was maddened by not being able to reach the mysterious orgasm she had seen the redhead attain beneath the plowing prick of her son that afternoon at the bar.
Keeping the two fingers of her right hand in her gently clasping fuckhole, Margaret tested the nail of her left- hand forefinger against her thumb. It was softened by the warm water of the bath and she moved her hand under the firm globe of her asscheeks. She drew her legs up bending her knees so that she could have greater access to the space between her inner thighs and pulling the crevice of her white ass apart she probed her left forefinger against the tight restricting ring of her shithole.
The warm water surrounding her slender finger made the entry easier than she had expected it to be and she slowly worked her finger into her tight, clasping asshole. It was slightly painful at first, but after a moment, Margaret became excited by the perverted presence of her finger in her ass. She pushed it in to the second knuckle and she was surprised that she could feel her other fingers in her pussy through the thin partition of flesh which
