"Did you have a nice time last night?" Catherine asked her daughter, at the breakfast table.
Robert was still upstairs, sleeping late.
Joanne shrugged.
Joanne was a very pretty girl. She looked a great deal like her mother, with the same tawny hair and green eyes and sensual mouth. Her body was slim, pert and nubile – with firm little tits that pressed out saucily against her blouse and a trim ass shaped like an inverted valentine molded by her tight jeans.
"You don't seem very enthusiastic," Catherine said. She was curious about the details.
Joanne shrugged again.
"You were out quite late," said Catherine.
Joanne blushed slightly. "Johnny wouldn't bring me home."
"Oh?" Catherine said, raising an eyebrow, interested.
"We went to a movie and then he wanted to go park. You know?" Joanne said, looking a trifle embarrassed.
Catherine knew now. She smiled. "And did you?" she asked. "Yess-yes. I didn't want to, really. But he just drove out to this place in the country, and I didn't have much choice in the matter. Nothing happened, of course. But, he's all hands."
Catherine felt oddly disappointed. "Anyhow, I spent most of the evening pushing his hands away," Joanne went on. "First in the movie and then in the car. He was going to make me get out and walk home unless I let him feel me up. So I had to let him play with my tits for a while, to keep him happy."
Catherine smiled.
"Oh? Did you enjoy it?"
"Well, gee – I mean, it feels kind of nice when a boy rubs your tits, I guess. But I'm not that sort of girl."
Catherine wondered if the girl was telling her the truth.
She thought about Johnny Watson playing with Joanne's tits.
"Didn't he expect you to do anything? You know – to play with his cock, maybe?"
"Oh, Mom!"
"Well, it's natural," Catherine said.
Now Joanne was really blushing deeply. "He made me jerk him off," she said. "Did he? Tell me about it."
"Well, he said I would have to get out of the car if I didn't. And we were way out in the country. And he wouldn't take no for an answer. So, finally, I took his cock out and pumped it up and down and he shot all over my legs."
"Didn't he try to – fuck you?" Catherine asked, intrigued.
Joanne naturally assumed that her mother's interest was in her welfare and chastity, not realizing it was a lustful interest.
"No," she said. "I think he's a virgin, really. Anyhow, he was satisfied with a hand-job, thank heavens."
"Are you seeing him again?"
"I don't think so – although I had to tell him I would. He's just too interested in sex."
This conversation was making Catherine horny again.
With vicarious fascination, she wished that her daughter had more to confess – or to admit. She would have loved to hear that Joanne had been fucked or had given the boy a blow-job.
She would have loved to give the boy a blowjob, herself, as a matter of fact.
Robert was still in bed.
Catherine decided to go back upstairs and get fucked.
Robert was just about to get out of bed. He had pulled the covers off and was just going to sit up when Catherine came into the bedroom. He noticed the gleam in her jade-green eyes, and he knew from long experience what that signified. He grinned at her and stayed where he was, naked and uncovered.
Catherine closed the door.
She was wearing a dressing gown – nothing else. She slipped it off as she advanced onto the bed. Robert watched her. His prick was not erect. It hung down in a fat loop along his thigh. But now his cock began to twitch a bit, rising as if it were a periscope elevating to observe the approach of the naked woman.
It was a sight worth seeing. Her pelvis swayed and her big, firm tits rolled together, forming a deep cleavage at the inner circumference of the tit globes. Her tits were almost too large for her slender torso. Her pussy mound was bushy, a tangled, curly thicket of light brown hair gently rounded at the apex of her sleek thighs. The flesh of her inner thighs glistened.
She sat on the edge of the bed.
"What are you after?" Robert asked, grinning.
"Cock," she said.
He raised up and slurped one of her stiff nipples into his mouth. He sucked and the taut bud stiffened more.
"Ummm," she sighed, cradling his head to her tit.
His prick was at half-mast now, not fully erect. She decided that he was in need of some stimulation.
"Joanne was just telling me about her date last night, darling. That naughty Watson boy made her jack him off before he'd drive her home. It made me horny."
Robert drew back, surprised. Her nipple popped from his lips like a cork from a bottle.
"Does Joanne do things like that?" he asked.
"Well, she had no choice."
"Maybe I'd better have a word with that young man."
"Oh, I don't think she minded very much. After all, she is eighteen – old enough for that, if nothing more."
The knowledge that his sexy young daughter had jerked a boy off had a desirable effect on Robert. His prick snapped upright and tightened it was so taut that it began to tingle. For a long moment, they looked at each other, both of them thinking about Joanne with a handful of cum-spurting prick. Then Robert grinned and lowered his head to Catherine's plump tit once more.
Is he pretending it's Joanne's tit? she wondered. But, she didn't mind.
It only served to make her hotter, hinting as it did of naughty, incestuous inclinations. She rubbed her tits against him and fondled her fist around the root of his cock, holding him but not moving, not wanting to risk having him came in her hand – when her pussy was burning for that huge hunk of cockmeat.
She smiled impishly. "Did you have a nice dream last night, darling? A nice, wet dream?"
He looked up, his mouth still working on her tit.
"How did you know?" he asked.
"I sucked you off while you were asleep," she said. "I finger-fucked myself and sucked your big prick until you came."
"How very thoughtful of you," Robert said.
Catherine was really and truly getting in the mood now. Her imagination had worked her up to the heights.
"While I was blowing you, I was pretending that you were Joanne's boyfriend, darling – I was making believe that I was sucking off a teenaged boy…"
"Slut!" he said, but he didn't mind at all. "And then I made believe that it was you – and I was Joanne!" she went on. "I pretended I was sucking my father off."
Robert made a strangled, gasping sound as that erotic confession registered. His cock began to throb. He had often, had such incestuous thoughts, himself – not seriously considering it, but enjoying the erotic fantasy – and realizing that his wife shared those ideas filled him with wild lust. It was evident from the way his prick was pounding away like a jackhammer in her hand.
"You'd like Joanne to suck your cock, wouldn't you?" Catherine said, her voice husky with desire.
"I-I don't know…"
"I wouldn't mind, darling. I'd-I'd like to watch!"
Of course, this is merely pillow talk, Catherine thought. They weren't at all serious about such a wicked, depraved thing. Or were they?
Catherine could wait no longer.
Her steaming cunt was desperate to get fucked, her sexual nature abhorring the vacuum of an empty pussy. She drew away. Robert's lips continued to suck for a moment, even after her nipple had been withdrawn.
She pushed him down onto his back and rose onto her knees, throwing one thigh across his belly and straddling him. Robert settled back, quite happy to let her take the initiative and the dominant position, to enjoy having her ride his cock to a conclusion.
She began to rub the head of his cock against her flooded pussy gash, using his prickhead like a spoon to stir the creamy bowl of her cunt. She was trembling and panting.
He moaned softly, his eyes closing. Cunt juice was flowing from her pussy and running down his prick. He pushed up from the bed, wanting to bury his cock in that sweet, hot fuck-hole. The cocktip slipped in.
Catherine whimpered, her slim body vibrating.
Then she slowly lowered her pussy down onto his prick, feeding the big cockrod into her cunt inch by inch.
She sank down all the way.
His massive cock filled her loins and belly and his balls were jammed against her crotch. Her cunt lips plastered themselves against his belly like a suction cup. The two fuckers seemed to be glued together by sticky cunt juice, her pussy melting on his prick like a wax candle around a hot poker.
She held that full penetration, for a long moment, thrilling to the joy of having her cunt stuffed full of hard prick, and letting him savor the pleasure of having every inch of his gigantic cock buried in her pussy.
Then she began to ride his cock.
Her sleek thighs tensed as she rose up. She corkscrewed her hips. Her cunt pulled and dragged on his prick, sucking and slurping like a mouth. Her talented curd muscles began to frolic on his prick, closing in a series of concentric rings that tightened her fuck-hole around his cock and molded her inner pussy to his big plunger through every precious inch of his cocklance.
Her fat tits swayed as she gyrated and her trim, teardrop-shaped ass undulated as she ground her cunt down onto his prick. Her face was contorted by passion, eyes narrowed, lips slack, pink tongue running back and forth across her mouth. Catherine gave herself totally to lust and it registered on her face as a mask of lewd desire.
She moaned softly and punctuated the steady sound with little short, sharp gasps. She worked steadily, rising and falling. As his fat cock emerged from her fuck-hole, thick streamers of cunt juice poured down his cockshaft and pooled on his bloated balls. Then she went down again and his thick cock vanished to the hilt in her creamy cunt slot.
Robert arched under her.
He wasn't fucking up to meet her. He held his body stiff, a bridge on which she could set the tempo to suit herself. He reached up to massage her tits as they swayed above him. He stroked her flanks. He gripped her by her hipbones, then cupped her writhing ass. He finger-fucked her asshole and then dipped his hand in between their churning bellies and began to rub her clit.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oooooh!"
She was soaring towards the peak.
Waves of sensation coursed laterally across her belly and loins and electric currents of lust ran up her thighs, crashing together in her pussy. Her cunt had started to cream. Her pussy was melting in the heat of orgasm.
"I'm coming!" she wailed.
Robert knew that.
He could feel her pussy melting. He fucked up from the bed. Then, driving his giant prick in as far as it would go, he came.
His rising geyser of cum blasted into her cunt with such force that it tilted her ass and almost blew her right off the end of his cock. It felt as if she had been standing astride Old Faithful when his prick erupted.
She wailed with joy as she felt all that hot, thick jism streaming into her pussy and she kept grinding away, working off her own orgasm to the dregs and milking his prick dry.
It had been a wonderful fuck.
Catherine thought so.
Robert thought so.
And Joanne, looking through the keyhole, thought so, too.