The rest of the afternoon Troy spent down the block with a couple of his friends. Gwen had seen the reluctance on his face when he'd come down from his shower to find that the boys had shown up on the doorstep and were waiting for him. It had been obvious that he didn't want to leave her, probably wouldn't have gone at all except for his fear of arousing their curiosity.
She was thinking of that as she stepped dripping from her own shower, and a little shiver of fear went through her at the thought. What if he hadn't gone? What if he'd stayed for more fun instead, preferring to remain home and fuck his mother rather than waste time with his friends? And with the newly-awakened ache in her cunt for just that kind of action, how could she have stopped him?
For that matter, would she have wanted to stop him?
As she changed into the light summer dress she'd chosen for this evening's date, Gwen already knew the answers to those questions. She loved Troy, the way any mother would love her son, but after last night and this morning, she was discovering another kind of love entirely. A very hungry kind, the kind that required a hard pumping cock and floods of spurting cum, all applied liberally and as often as possible for the best results.
God, she was horny for her own son!
The realization struck her with stunning force, filling her mind with numb shock as she went through the motions of preparing supper. However, unlike this morning's reaction, now she couldn't seem to work up the guilt and remorse she knew she should be feeling. It was as if Troy's driving cock had rammed the last bit of morality out of her, leaving her wilted and hungry for more. Even in the midst of her thoughts, the vivid memory of his scrumptious young prick hovered like a taunting reminder.
And that frightened her most of all.
Fortunately Troy was late getting home. As he wolfed down supper, he talked only about the normal events of the day, making no mention of this morning's session.
But even as she sat and carried on conversation, Gwen saw the way his eyes occasionally wandered over her body. She felt herself creaming in response and growing more nervous by the minute.
"Darling, you shouldn't eat so fast."
"Okay, Mom." He looked up at her, his lips twitching in a smile. "You going out tonight?"
She nodded, trying to avoid his gaze. "Yes, yes Daryl's due any minute. But Janie's going to be over this evening to look out for you. You don't mind, do you?"
He shrugged, and his grin widened mysteriously. "No, I guess not. But do you have to go? I kind of thought we could stay home together tonight, kind of have fun… you know, just the two of us."
She blushed, realizing the very same thought had been on her own mind.
"I…"
That was when Daryl's sharp knock interrupted them.
Taking a quick breath of relief, Gwen rose. "I have to go, dear. Be good tonight, and don't give Janie any trouble. All right?"
"Okay."
Gwen planted a brief kiss on his cheek and swept away. Daryl had just raised his hand to knock again when the door burst open and she fled out, making for his car.
"Hey, hold up a second!" Daryl exclaimed.
He hurried after her, but didn't catch up until she'd already settled into the front seat and was waiting impatiently.
"What's the big rush?" he joked, climbing in. "Don't I even have time to get a kiss and to tell you how gorgeous you look?"
Smiling, Gwen leaned over and brushed her lips against his. That kiss sent a sudden rush of heat burning through her.
"Let's go for a drive," she whispered, shifting up against Daryl's hard body. "How about a nice spot out in the country, where we can have some privacy?"
"A drive?" Daryl looked disappointed. "Well, to tell the truth I was hoping…"
His words were cut short as her hand fell on his crotch and began to rub. His prick reacted instantly, swelling up in her palm, even as he released a light laugh of delighted surprise.
"My God, you are in a hurry! Well, it just happens that I know a perfect spot, nice and secluded. That is, if you can just hold on a bit."
"Don't worry," Gwen said. "I can certainly do that!"
Suppressing a groan as her grasping hand fastened on his cock and began to tug, he started the car and pulled away.
Gwen couldn't recall having felt so horny and uninhibited in years. Even before they were out of town, she had Daryl's slacks unzipped and was gliding her fist up and down his throbbing shaft with insatiable hunger. His prickhead ballooned up red and inflamed above her pumping hand, and with a sudden overwhelming rush of urgency, she slumped on the car seat, her mouth swooping down to engulf his cock.
"Uuuuummmm."
"Christ!" Daryl grunted, trying his best to keep the car from swerving drunkenly. "You've really done some changing since last night! I'm glad to see you've finally come around to my way of thinking… ahhh…"
His free hand fumbled at the buttons of her dress as she sucked his cockhead into slick throbbing arousal, tonguing and torturing his prick with even greater frenzy as his fingers wormed under the loosened fabric of the dress and began to knead her stiffly pointed tits.
Before she knew it, they had driven outside the city limits and turned onto an old dirt road at the bottom of a slope amongst a copse of trees. That was where he stopped the car.
Gwen drew her head back and looked up at him with a mysterious smile. "Mmm, that was good. But it was just a taste of what you're going to get! Damn you, I'm so horny I could scream – and it's all your fault!"
Daryl grinned. "Well, then, what're we waiting for? I've always been too much a gentleman to keep a lady waiting."
His hands went out, but she scooted away with a laugh and slipped from the car, feeling voluptuously wicked and free in the dimming orange light of dusk. Then, before his startled gaze, she shed her light dress entirely.
"There. Now it's your turn, lover. And you'd better hurry. I'm getting impatient!"
"Damn!" he laughed delightedly, taking in her tits and mat of cunt bush. "I can't believe this! But anything you want…"
He slid out and hastily followed suit with his own clothing, tossing it in a heap on the car seat.
As he rounded the car for her, she darted away, suddenly wanting to tease him.
"What the hell…?" He flushed in frustration and with an ache in his outstretched prick, Daryl took a quick look around to make sure they were absolutely alone.
Gwen went partway up the grassy slope and turned back with a taunting smile.
"What's the matter?" she called, surprised at her own boldness and pleased at the confusion of lust and embarrassment on his face. "Aren't you man enough to go after what you want? You certainly went after it last night! Or do you just do your molesting in that cramped front seat, where a woman doesn't have room to resist?"
Grinning maliciously, he started up the slope after her. "You horny bitch, you're just aching for trouble now! I've got more than you can resist in a lifetime of screwing, and it's time you began to find that out!"
He rushed forward. She shrieked playfully and darted away.
They were almost at the top of the slope when Gwen purposely slowed, and one of his hands caught her ankle.
Crying out in mock laughing protest, she struggled, and the two of them fell to the ground in a tangled jumble. His rigid prick stabbed into her flesh again and again, burning with its own special heat as it slid against her thigh then pushed into her stomach.
Creaming more wildly than ever, she found herself on top, straddling him. An impish urge soared through her, and she moved up until her knees pinned his shoulders, her pussy hovering inches above his face.
"Now we'll see who's boss," she stated firmly, giving him a perfect view of her spread-open cunt. "This is what you're after, isn't it? Well, Mr. Daryl Brock, you're going to get plenty of it from now on – all you want! But first you have to make sure it's good and ready for that big prick of yours. And the best way to find out is to test it with your tongue. Go on, baby. Lick my pussy up to a good lather for your prick. Eat me!"
She ground her richly furred twat against Daryl's face, blatantly shoving her pussy at him.
"You – ummff – bitch!" he grinned, reaching up to gouge her cunt with his thumbs and pry apart her sloshy wet lips. "It's time you got the tongue lashing you so richly deserve, and I'm just the man who can do – ggguuummm…"
She plastered her pussy down over his mouth. His tongue jabbed out.
"Annnhhh!"
Gwen reeled atop him at that first piercing stab of his tongue. Daryl's tongue slithered up between her puffy cuntlips and dug into her like a lunging prick, making her gush horny juice down over his face.
"Yes!" she sobbed, lurching and pushing her cunt down for more. "Fuck me with your tongue, damn you! Eat me up and make me come, so I'll be ready to fuck that big cock of yours! Harder, Daryl, harder!"
He obeyed eagerly, plowing up into her pussy and thumbing her stiff little clit into taut frothing spasms of joy.
Gasping and whimpering as she gyrated hard against his face, Gwen felt the first blast of orgasm rising in her as if a rocket had gone off in her cunt. Within moments she was slamming down and undulating in a frenzy of sensation, clamping her cunt muscles tight onto his jabbing tongue and surging blissfully.
"That's it – ohh, darling, that's good, now you're doing it! Fuck me, lover! Give it all to me! Faster, baby, faster, yesss!"
"Mmmffff…"
Sensing her approaching climax, Daryl plunged his tongue up her silky cunt with harsh strokes, drinking in the floods of hot cream that gushed from her cunt. This was a side of Gwen he'd never seen before, and he liked it. The big-titted brunette bounced up and down furiously, and he buried his tongue into her as far as it would go as she shuddered and cried out in release.
"Ahhhh!"
Surging and thrusting her hips in rotating luxury, Gwen came on his fucking tongue again and again, her huge tits bobbling and her cunt mashing to his lips for more, until every twinge of satiation had been lapped from her.
Then, sliding happily onto the ground beside him, she reached out and grabbed his prick.
"Now, baby," she purred, tugging his prick with new intensity. "Get it in me now! I've got to have it – please!"
Chuckling huskily, Daryl let himself be pulled between her willing open thighs. The sharp angle of the slope brought his weight down on her with crushing impact, his stiffened cock ramming against her sopping cuntlips with a ferocity that made her gasp.
"Now, bitch," he muttered, smiling down at her lust-filled face. "Now we'll find out who's really the boss around here. If you want my prick, you're going to have to beg for it. Come on, baby. Beg!"
"Damn you!" she panted, jerking on his prick and trying desperately to shove it into her drooling snatch. "Give it to me before I scream! Hurry, Daryl! Oh my God, I need your cock now – please, baby, pleeeeeeease!"
Daryl wanted to play his taunting game longer, but by this time the ache in his prick had become unbearable. With a last grunting laugh, he surged down. "All right, baby. It's all yours. Starting now!"
"Unnnnhhhh!"
She wailed as his rigid cockmeat slammed up inside her cunt, wrenching apart tender cuntlips and driving its full length hilt-deep.
For a moment Daryl lay like that, wedging his prick to its base inside the sobbing woman and enjoying her ecstatic writhings as she lurched up for more, making the thick slab of cock twist inside her.
Then, moving with slow determination, he began to move his prick in and out with small hunching motions that pounded his cockbase against her clit.
It didn't take much of that to have Gwen wailing openly with unleashed lust, her fingernails digging into his ass and clawing violently for more.
"Give it – oh, honey, yesss! Fuck me, fuck me lover! Do it nice and hard! That's it, harder, harrrrraaaahhhh! Unh! Unh!"
He began to increase his strokes, pumping the entire length of his prick into her from his slick knobbed head to his slapping wet balls. Each pistoning thrust of his prick made Gwen's body shudder. Soon her legs were wrapped tightly about his waist as she arched up from the damp grass that tickled her ass, reaming herself in utter abandon on his cock.
"I-I'm coming, baby! Fuck me, fuck, fuck! Oh God, give me your cum, shoot it – nowwwww!"
Daryl hissed as she soared up in climax, driving her cunt onto his meat with a violence that threatened to send them both rolling down the slope. Grunting with exertion, he rammed his cock to her even harder, pinning the shrieking brunette to the ground and boring his cock into her cunt.
"Aaannnhhh!" Gwen screamed when the first blast of his jism exploded into her, his hot flood filling her cunt completely. She didn't have time to recover from that first explosion. A second orgasm followed, then a third and a fourth.
He drove his cock into her until not a drop of cum had failed to blast into her gasping pussy. Then, chest heaving for breath, he rose to his knees and straddled her.
"That was just the beginning, Gwen," he said in a hoarse tone, grinning once more. "And now that we've established just who's boss around here, I think it's only fair that you finish what you started a while back. Go on, babe. Clean my dick and do a real good job the way you did last night. Give me some more of that luscious head, doll!"
Bloated with cockcream and still hungry for more, she licked her lips in anticipation of licking his reddened cock and drooping balls, all slippery and glistening with cum and pussy juice.
"Bastard," she laughed, reaching up to fondle his wet cock and draw it to her lips. "You may think you're on top, but we've just started! I've got lots more in mind for you, and we'll see who's boss."
Her small pink tongue dipped out, flicking over his shrinking cock-length and sliding down to lap up the slick fluid that had flowed over his balls.
Unable to withstand the sight of this vivacious beauty licking up the cream of their screwing, Daryl quickly found his prick stirring to new hardness. Gwen worked his balls with loving care, taking each one into her mouth and sucking gently. Then she concentrated on his prick, licking its helmeted head and tiny flared pisshole to collect the small droplet of cum that had blossomed there, then enveloping it between her full wet lips.
True to last night's experience, she gave Daryl the best head he'd ever had. Her head bobbed off the ground, mouth engulfing inch after growing inch of aroused cockshaft as he twitched in response, grinding his balls to her chin.
She pumped her head back and forth over his prick, sucking hungrily for the renewed load of nectar that boiled up in his balls.
Totally absorbed in fucking the mouth of this woman who had switched so suddenly from shy embarrassment to uninhibited demand, he leaned forward on his hands and crouched dog-like over her, driving his cock in and out between her lips and feeling his prickhead slide with ease down her throat. He hunched her greedy vacuum-like mouth and let out a groaning gasp as his cum once more built to bursting eruption.
"Yeah! Oh Christ! Yeah, baby, take it! Suck out my cum, you sweet bitch! Now! Now!"
Gwen's fingers were squeezing his balls as she sucked, and she felt the first trembling tenseness that drew them up. She sucked harder, and within moments the entire length of his prick was stabbing down her mouth, throbbing in harsh jerks as his cum bubbled up.
"Mmmuufff!"
"Ahhhhh!"
Daryl slammed down, his jism tearing loose with shuddering geysers. She drank it all, blast after hot oozing blast, and kept on sucking until every steamy drop had dribbled down her throat.
Then, as he finally collapsed to the ground beside her and they clung in mutual satiation, she giggled.
"There, Mister Brock! That's what happens to any man who tries to top me!"
He laughed, reaching down to fondle her soaked cunt and bring it back to tingling life. "So this is what they call the eternal struggle, eh? Well, we'll find out who's boss one of these days, I can guarantee. And in the meantime, we'll just keep struggling. I can't honestly say I mind your tactics, and I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this particular struggle either way it goes. We've just begun, babe…"
Snuggling in his arms, Gwen couldn't help once more thinking of her son.