“Yes, yes! Now fuck my asshole!” she screamed over her shoulder screamed. Passionately Donna screamed again.
Her husband fucked his thick cock directly up her asshole without pause. But it was not a scream of pain; it was the sound of intense delight.
Lowering her mouth to her son’s cock, Donna arched her ass into the air, feeling the delicious stretching of her asshole as her husband began fucking her there.
As she sucked Paul’s cock and took her husband’s cock up her ass, the fleeting thought went through her erotic brain: I wonder if we’ll live here or move back with Gene. But it was fleeting, and she didn’t care. Donna was having orgasms already…
THE END
CB-4368 HOT HORNY MOTHER
FOREWORD
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all corners, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Carol Henderson is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
HOT HORNY MOTHER — a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
The Publisher
Insatiable. The word sounded as if it applied to her and her alone.
Thrashing about on her bed, unable to nap, Carol wished she was stronger. But she was a weak woman, she knew. She could not fight this ravaging hunger within her.
Carol had always been different than other girls that she knew and grew up with. And now she was different than grown women she knew. The problem was, Carol could not keep her eyes off boys or men.
Thirty-three years old, and she could not keep her hot, smoky eyes off the front of a boy’s pants. So far, she had managed to keep her hands off them, but it was becoming more and more difficult to do. There was nothing wrong with her mental and emotional condition at all. Nothing except this increasingly burning desire, this hunger to fuck and suck.
Carol had only held one cock in her hand, felt it sliding about her cunt, kissed and stroked it. The cock of her husband’s. Or a husband now.
The sun was high, and she knew, she should not be on this bed trying to nap. She knew she wouldn’t nap. Every time she closed her eyes, the suffering became worse.
The window was wide open, and a breeze came in, but it was not cool enough to douse the fires smoldering between her thighs. She could hear sounds outside, the usual daytime sounds of late spring.
Carol’s hand moved up and down her thigh. She had drawn her foot up on the bed, bending her knee, her skirt sliding back. It felt good to caress her thigh; it was so creamy smooth and responsive to the touch. It was even more responsive to the touch of a hand other than her own.
Drawing her fingertips lightly along the inner surface of her thigh, she sighed heavily. Her finger came close to the tight crotch of her panties, then circled the elastic and lace there. A shiver ran through her as she brought her other hand up, placing it atop one tit. The fingers on her thigh began to gently move up and down the stretched fabric of her panties. She could feel the heat coming from her cunt as she rubbed with a feathery touch, and then her ass began to writhe in a lazy way.
She probed delicately at her clitoris, feeling the tip against her panties. A sob burst from her as she lifted her hips, pressing harder into her cunt. The hunger was so great, the torment so severe.
Worming her finger beneath her panties, she stroked a puffy cunt lip, playing teasingly with the silken hairs. She sighed again. Parting her lips, she ran her tongue over them, slow and suggestively. Her finger was moving up and down the steamy slit of her cunt now, rubbing along the edges of her inflamed clitoris. Her hips moved in a rotating motion, slowly. Her nipple burned through her blouse and seemed to sear her palm.
“Oooooh,” she moaned softly, lifting her ass higher on the bed, both feet drawn back now.
Her knees were wide apart. She arched her head until her neck strained, her fingers moving faster on her rigid clitoris. As the ecstasy swelled inside her body, she shoved her hand away from her cunt. Another moan bubbled from her as she began to rapidly thrust her finger into her cunt. The moist sounds of her finger fucking her pussy were loud in the bathroom.
She could feel her cunt sucking at her finger the lips, so satiny and hot, clung to her plunging finger with greedy delight. Her hips moved up and down, grinding hard. The hand holding her panties to one side managed to rub her clitoris as she fingerfucked herself. The finger was getting wild as her pleasure bubbled.
Carol’s orgasm was steaming away now, building and growing and swelling. She began to twist her head about as her mewls of increasing ecstasy filled the room.
When she came, she almost bit, into her bottom lip to keep from screaming.
Her finger moved slowly now, her cunt still quivering, but the intensity of her orgasm was fading. But that meant nothing, she knew. Within seconds she would be wanting her finger driving into her insatiable cunt again.
There was that word… insatiable, once more.
Being insatiable didn’t bother her. What bothered her was being unable to do anything about it. She wished she could walk around, shaking her ass, jiggling her tits, giving the flirty eye to men and boys. Carol didn’t know why she was unable to do this. She had tried twice, and she had felt so devastated with guilt and embarrassment that she never did it again.
She felt a bit more relaxed now that she had produced the orgasm within her. She was seldom completely relaxed, and fucking was seldom far from her mind. She could not do the simplest chore about the house without thinking about a cock, long and thick, hard and dripping, going into her cunt.
Turning on the bed, she looked out the window. There was nothing to see except the branches of a tall tree. The bedroom was on the second floor, and the window faced empty space and the roof of the house next door. The sky was clear, a light blue without a single cloud in it. The leaves of the tree rippled slowly in the mild breeze.
It was one o’clock in the afternoon, and she wondered, lazily where Bobby and Susan were.
Not that it mattered; she just liked to know where her children were at all times.
Bobby was her youngest, and such a sweet boy. He was so obedient, always ready to do any chore she asked of him. He was going to be one handsome young man one of these days. But Susan… well, Susan was different. Already beautiful, with blue eyes and honey-colored hair, Susan knew what she had and made the best of it. She was a flirty girl, and Carol knew she would have to keep a close eye on her when she began to date.
Susan, Carol felt, would be fucking at the first opportunity.
Susan loved to wear the tightest shorts possible, shorts that molded and cupped and revealed her ass and long, slim thighs. Her tits were starting to bud, and Carol had seen her nipples many times protruding against some thin blouse. Oddly enough, Carol had never insisted that her daughter wear a bra. She never scolded Susan for those tight shorts or her flirting expressions when, around men.
Drawing her knees up to her chin, she lay with her arms hugging them. She knew her ass was exposed, but it didn’t matter since there was no one around to see it. There was a gentle throbbing in her cunt, the hairlined lips of her pussy twitching warmly.
At first she didn’t hear it, then when it came again, she lifted her head.
The voice sounded as if it were right outside her window. But that couldn’t be; there was no ledge for anyone to climb on.
Climbing off the bed, she walked to the window and listened closely, then heard the voice again.
“Does this feel good, Bobby?”
It was her daughter’s voice. Carol held her bre
ath, suspecting something. The window had a screen, but could be removed from inside. Silently she opened it and looked down.
The thick shrubbery at the side of the house was like a jungle. From the sidewalk they were completely concealed, but from her vantage point, Carol could see her son and daughter clearly.
“Oh, no!” she whispered, her eyes wide.
Susan and Bobby were near the side of the house, and her daughter had taken her panties off. Susan was sprawled back, her skirt around her waist. She was arching her cunt up with widely spread thighs. From where Carol stood looking down, it seemed that Susan’s cunt looked hairless. Between her thighs was Bobby, his cock standing out from his pants, hard and throbbing.
Carol sucked her breath in, shocked by what she was seeing. But then, the shock fled, and she felt a rumbling excitement sparkling through her body like electricity. She leaned out and strained her eyes, trying to see them better.
“It feels hot, Susan,” she heard her son say.
“Of course it’s hot, silly,” Susan replied. “It’s supposed to be hot. Your cock gets hard, don’t it? Well, my cunt gets hot.”
Cock… cunt. The two words burned in Carol’s mind. She wondered where they could have heard them. Somehow, hearing her daughter say dirty words made Carol feel warm and tingly inside, and she was aware that her clit had swollen again.
Watching Bobby’s cock and her daughter’s cunt, Carol found herself wishing that her son had dropped his pants, too. She wanted to see all of him, his balls, too. From the waist down, Susan was naked.
“Rub it on me, Bobby,” she heard her daughter urge him. “You’re supposed to rub your cock on my cunt.”
“That’s not the way you’re supposed to do it, Susan,” Bobby said. “If I’m supposed to put it in there.”
“You can stick it in me later,” Susan replied. “I wanna feel you rub it on my first.”
Oh, my God! Carol thought. They’re going to fuck!
Her eyes strained hard to watch, and she saw her son press the swollen head of his cock against his sister’s cunt, rubbing it up and down. She saw Susan wiggle her uplifted hips and heard the soft giggle she made.
“You’re still hot against my cock, Susan,” Bobby said, his voice sounding hoarse.
“Your cock is smooth, Bobby,” Susan mewled. “I like it there! Rub my cunt harder!”
Carol gazed down at her son and daughter, watching with blazing eyes. Susan whipped her hips and, and down, and in a grinding motion, rubbed her cunt against the swollen head of her brother’s cock. Susan was doing most of the moving, Carol saw, while her son simply held his prick against her pussy. The sight was exciting to Carol, and she began to breathe with hot gasps. She moved her hand to her cunt and pressed it hard, feeling the throbbing there increase.
Bobby, clinging to his cock as his sister rubbed her hot pussy lips against his cockhead, began to stroke his fist back and forth, jacking off. Carol was intensely excited to see his fist beating his cock as his sister rubbed her hot, succulent cunt against the swollen head of his prick.
“I think I’m gonna do it, Susan!” Bobby grunted, his body shaking. “I think I’m gonna do it!”
“I don’t care, Bobby!” Susan replied in a squeal, “I’ve starting doing it already! Golly, it sure feels good, Bobby!”
Carol knew her daughter was coming, and it seemed that her son was about to come, too. She strained her eyes as hard as she could, her lips parted as she breathed hotly, her tongue licking about her lips as she breathed hotly, her tongue licking about her lips as she pressed the heel of her hand tighter against her cunt.
Her son grunted loudly.
Carol saw the thick spurt of come juice gush from his piss hole, splashing just below his sister’s belly button. Again he came, gushing his come juice all over her cunt, her stomach and thighs. Susan gurgled with pleasure and began smearing his come juice on her cunt flesh.
Instantly, Carol felt her cunt explode.
She came with such force that her vision became fuzzy, and she was unable to see clearly. She slumped against the window, and an image came into her mind. An image long buried, one she thought she had forgotten, tried to forget.
She had been very young, and so had her brother.
How it happened, she couldn’t remember. She had been fucked by her brother, and fucked in such a way that she knew, from that moment on, how hot she was.
It had happened only that one time, and despite her desires, never again had she felt a cock in her cunt until she married.
Carol had grown up on a farm. They lived there with her grandparents, and she had, not left it until she married. She recalled she had been in the barn, up in the loft, daydreaming as she lay on the soft, fragrant hay. She had no idea her brother was in the barn, and that he had climbed up the ladder and was watching her. She had hot even known her dress was up, her white panties showing, or that her legs had been spread out.
She had been daydreaming about fucking. She had discovered the thrills of touching her young cunt, felt the pleasure between her thighs, and the exquisite sensations of orgasms shuddering through her small, slim body.
Her first indication that her brother had come into the hayloft was when she heard him breathing. She had looked at him, not surprised. He was only a few years older than she was, and since there were no other boys and girls their age around, they had become close.
She looked up at her brother, the dreams of fucking still so vivid in her mind that she didn’t notice at first that she was excitingly revealed.
She failed to notice that her brother was gazing with hot eyes at her slender thighs and the crotch of her panties, or the bulge inside his pants. She did, however, feel his fingers touching her knee lightly. She didn’t mind it felt good. She even moaned with pleasure when her brother began to slide his palm up and down her thighs.
Her brother’s hand had felt very hot on her flesh, and it made her cunt bubble with sensation. Somehow, without her knowing it was happening, she had moved her hand toward the front of his pants. She discovered the hardness there, and from that point on, she had wanted his cock.
Apparently the touch of her hand on her brother’s cock had given him all the encouragement he required. He slipped his hand to her crotch and felt her cunt through her white panties. When he began to rub up and down, she spread her thighs even wider, arching her hips up to increase the exquisite pressure.
Carol remembered, now, how she had immediately started coming, the soft waves of orgasms rippling through her, strong enough to make her whimper and writhe her ass about. She had gripped her brother’s cock through his pants, squeezing it hard enough to make him grunt.
She did not remember when his cock was out of his pants or if she had taken it out or if he had. All she remembered about it was that his cock seemed to suddenly materialize before her. It was thick and long and so very hard, with a smoothly swollen head that thrilled her senses. She had taken her brother’s cock in her small fist, and from instinct began stroking back and forth, feeling his prick throb and burn her palm. Her panties had been removed, but whether by her brother or herself, she failed to remember.
So much of the incident was lost in the deep darkness of her mind, but the important parts of it were still there. It was vivid now.
She had loved the feel of her brother’s cock, thinking it was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. His prick was beautiful and smooth and hot.
Her brother knelt on his knees at her side, and he was fondling her cunt with both hands eagerly. She twisted and arched her cunt up as high as she could, yearnings for more than just his hands an her pussy. She loved the way he touched her, the way his fingers moved on her inflamed clitoris and along the heat of her puffy cunt, finally moving between the tight lips to probe inside.
When he shoved his finger deep into her cunt, Carol had whined for more, twisting her cunt with wild movements, while gripping his cock as hard as she could. He was dripping, and the slippery juices coated her pal
m, making it easier to jack him.
In complete silence, except for heavy, eager breathing, her brother had moved between her thighs. Carol had lifted her exposed cwt to him when be moved his prick close. She had begun to whine softly when she felt the smooth head of her brother’s cock brushing against her cunt. She felt it smash her distended clitoris, and she came with sudden shakes of her small body.
When her brother began to rub the head of his cock up and down the slit of her cunt, Carol began to whimper. She had never experienced anything like it before. The ecstasy was almost more than she could bear. She wanted more than just that rubbing and touching of her cunt; she wanted his cock inside her, fucking her, filling her and stretching her cunt.
It seemed that, when her brother began to push his cock into her pussy, he was excruciatingly slow. Yet, it felt so very good. She felt the swollen head of his cock stretching her cunt lips, filling her. It had seemed so huge at the time, and the pleasure had been so great.
Carol recalled feeling the throbs of her brother’s cock as he held the head of his prick inside her cunt. She had felt the smooth swelling tip with the sensitive lips of her pussy, and then there, was a strange thing happening. Her cunt, it seemed, was sucking on her brother’s cockhead… sucking at it with hot, flexing motions. This delighted not only her brother, but Carol as well.
Slowly, almost as if afraid he would hurt her, her brother fed more of his cock into her gripping cunt. Carol had held her crotch up for him, her eyes wide and unseeing, smoldering with an erotic sensation she had never felt before. Each ridge of his cock was felt by her, and as he stuffed his prick into her, she had continued to come. The multiple orgasms, too, were new to her. Until now she had only produced a single orgasm each time she fingerfucked herself.
Her cunt held her brother’s cock tightly, almost nibbling on it as he fucked her. Then he had every inch of his cock inside her cunt, and his balls were resting against her upturned ass.
Carol had murmured and sighed softly as her brother began fucking her. He held himself upright, not lying across her small body. As he moved his cock in and out of her clasping cunt, Carol had started humping to meet him. The motions of fucking, like jacking his cock, came from instinct. The more he plunged, the more she wanted. The urge to push against his cock created a storm of ecstasy within her body, and soon she was churning furiously, her cunt riding his cock back and forth as her brother stared in amazement at her, no longer fucking, but letting his sister do it all.
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