It's so deep and rich, and it kind of sucks on my prick every time I stroke it. So soft and hot, all greasy and loving – a beautiful cunt, lady – a fine, crazy pussy.'
She moaned against his hand, because she was experiencing hot waves of feeling she'd never known, an ever – growing sensation that seemed to be filling her body. Flashes of heat concentrated within her sheath, and her hips were making small, ticktocking motions, her tummy was flexing, and it was all right.
… It's all right, mama… I can't fight back and I'm not doing anything wrong… he is… it's only him, mama… and I can't help myself…
With a sudden, furious twist, Elizabeth jerked one hand free of Timothy's grip, and that arm coiled around Jody's neck, drawing his face down to hers. Eyes wide open, she jammed her open mouth to his, making their teeth dash, hurting her lips and not caring. Hissing into his mouth, she arrowed her tongue against his, and felt her other arm being released at that moment. She held the slim, strong body close, moaning and gasping while her hips surged and her vagina contracted.
Jody ripped his mouth from hers to grunt, 'Turn her legs loose, Charlene – so she can really Luck me back.'
Now his thing – no, his prick – really bored into her seething vagina, thrusting deeply, withdrawing, pounding and hammering as Elizabeth rode the marvelous meat. Her pelvis struck savagely at Jody's, and her tall gyrated insanely. Her ass, she thought joyously, her ass was bucking and lifting, and her pussy was gulping at the boy's fabulously thrilling pole, at this cock that was driving her out of her mind for the first time in her life.
'That's it, lady,' Jody panted. 'Oh yeah, baby – that's the way to Luck a guy – grinding your hot pussy and whipping your lush ass around, just eating up my cock. Fuck me, baby – Luck me as hard and hungry as you can – ride my prick, baby – ride It hot and juicy, because you're making me come – maldng me come!'
Not so soon, she begged silently, her tongue lancing into his mouth then, her nails clawing Into the slim muscles of his back and her awakened body squirming frantically beneath him. Oh, not so soon, because she never wanted this wondrous feeling to come to an end; she wanted to fuck and be Lucked forever.
Then she felt the explosion of his youthful semen deep within the churning depths of her aroused pussy, the fiery release of this beautiful boy's come as it splashed hotly and creamily throughout the flaming length of her vagina. Thick and rich, bubbling and sizzling, the magic liquid bathed her cunt walls and inundated her womb, a luxurious, honeyed juice that flowed along her nerve ends and made Elizabeth Anderson dimly understand the meaning of sensual love.
'Ahhh!' she cried out, tearing her mouth from the boy's panting lips. 'Ahh! Oh, no! Oh, yes – yes, yes! Oh lord – I'm ripping apart, shaking myself to pieces – I can't – it's not possible for me to – but yes, it's happening. It's really happening! Oh Jody, my lover, my beautiful boy – don't stop fucking me. Slide your lovely hard cock around in your semen, make me – oh, make me – UUUHH!'
Elizabeth came in a burst of glory, her long dormant clit shuddering and vibrating madly, her hips churning and her pussy clenching around the boy's driving prick. The room rocked around her, then vanished in skyrockets, in a nova of exploding stars; there was only the terrific feeling, the being, the living – and reaching, reaching, while Jody's cock sledged powerfully within the satin, clinging folds of her enraptured vagina.
She went fluid then, melting in the inferno of her first orgasm, conscious only of the beauty and the overwhelming power, knowing only the ecstasy of her undulating cunt and the bliss of the strong, round prick. She was liquid and dripping; she was mother and lover and wife to him, for him, with his beautiful prick, against his superb male balls.
Maybe she fainted; possibly she only drifted warmly in a never – never land of lotus and moonsilver, but when she came slowly back to the now, Elizabeth's eyes fluttered, and she began to catch her breath. The boy was still netted between her caressing thighs, but he was gently lifting himself, tenderly backing out the length of his adorable shaft, and the walls of her pussy clung jealously to it, the lips of her pussy tried to hold it captive.
Elizabeth felt the slippery trail of semen oozing down her inner thigh, when Jody's cockhead came out of her labia, and she writhed sensuously at the touch of it. Her arms were weak, but her hands reached out to him in mute appeal, and Jody stayed where she could at least place her fingertips against his warm belly.
'Oh wow,' somebody said in awe, 'but she can really Luck, once she puts it all together.'
'Timothy,' Jody said, 'why don't you take Charlene upstairs and give her a good long screwing? I don't think our foster mom here is ready for more than – one of us at time, and I'd like to be alone with her for awhile, okay?'
'Okay,' Elizabeth heard the girl answer, and In a moment she was alone with her young lover, with this impossibly perfect boy who had shown her the way to sublime heights she hadn't known existed.
He lay on the carpet beside her, his hands roaming, feeling, caressing, his breath tingling against her throat. 'Was that the first time you really made it, Mrs. Anderson?'
Her voice sounded scratchy. 'Y – yes; Oh, I never knew – I feel so cheated, after all these years.'
'We'll make up for it,' Jody promised. 'We'll just keep Lucking until you're all caught up.'
Chapter 3
It took Elizabeth a few long, confused moments, but she slowly began to pull herself together. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of conflicting Images, swiftly changing and dissolving, only to be replaced by more sobering ones. But her body – ah, her body – it was warm and pulsing, tingling in every pore, alert to every sensation, vibrant and alive.
'We – we'd better get upstairs,' she said huskily. 'To my bedroom. Sherman, he's my husband, would never come in there without knocking, But he might come home any time and find us down here. Sometimes he doesn't come home at all, but It would be just like him to just come barging In here, where he's not wanted at all.'
'Okay,' Jody answered pleasantly. 'Anywhere you're comfortable, Mrs. Anderson.'
She sat up, automatically crossing her arms over her large breasts and pulling her thighs together, instinctively hiding and protecting. Her hair had been pulled loose from the bun she usually wore at the back of her neck, and was spilling over her bare shoulders. Trying a weak smile, she said, 'My name is Elizabeth. I imagine you know me well enough to call me that.”
He said, 'It. doesn't fit you. Neither does Liz, or Becky – let's see: how about Betsy?'
Hiding her face, Elizabeth felt around for her dress and drew it to her flushed body. She could feel the hotness of the boy's semen contained within the sleeve of her vagina, and the imprint of his smooth, solid flesh upon her belly.
'But what I'd like to call you,' Jody said, stooping to collect her bra and panties, 'is Mom. You're much more beautiful than my real mother was, but she was just about as hot natured, and I thought a lot of her, when she wasn't too smashed to walk or do anything else.'
This was too much, Elizabeth thought; squeezing her rumpled dress to her with one hand, taking her kicked – away shoes with the other, and folding her long legs beneath her body. Guilt came rushing back to overwhelm her, and she wished Jody hadn't mentioned his mother. Why would he want to call her Mom, when he had just had sexual relations with her, raped her, in fact? She didn't even want to think about it, and flinched when he reached down to help her to her feet.
Hurrying, because she felt so utterly exposed, so completely naked, Elizabeth sped up the stairs and into her bedroom, her heart pounding. The safe, familiar surroundings closed around her, and for a second or two, she felt almost like herself. Except the boy was standing close behind her, a stranger who had known her most intimate part, who was even now staring at her nude haunches.
And he said, 'Your hair is lovely like that, hanging like a black cloud down your back. Did your old man ever tell you what wonderful legs you have? They're so long and shapely, all smooth and neat, as If you've been polishing them. And the way your ass is put together, like sculpture – gorgeous.'
Elizabeth felt her skin prickle, and she held the dress more closely to her body, afraid to let it go, pushing it into the tender nipples of her swollen breasts.
She could sense him moving closer, although his bare feet made no sound upon the thick carpeting; she felt him with her new awareness, and didn't jump when Jody's breath stirred along her shoulder, when his hands came to rest ever so lightly upon the upper swell of her hips.
