Eunice gritted her teeth, thinking, Damn it, why did she have to get home now? And who has she got with her?!
She hesitated, wanting to get on with it but fearing that, even if she closed the bedroom door, the buzzing sound of the vibrator might carry to the living room, where she could hear her daughter and some unknown man conversing in tones so low that she couldn't make out what they were saying.
Becky was separated from her husband, had moved back home a week ago with Reed and Buster, the huge Great Dane that ate like a horse. They'd already had an argument about Buster, which Eunice had won only by asserting her authority. She didn't care if the dog was a wonderful pet. An animal that size didn't belong in the house, so, insisting the fenced back yard would be plenty good enough for him, Eunice had compromised only to the point of agreeing to leave the side door of the garage ajar so Buster could sleep in it and take shelter whenever it rained.
The widowed mother of forty-six and her twenty-eight-year-old married daughter had also gone round and around about the job Becky had found for herself. Becky had won that argument though, and against her mother's wishes had gone to work as a cocktail waitress in what Eunice referred to as "that den of iniquity". Had Eunice known that her stunningly beautiful daughter was not only a cocktail waitress but a topless one, at that, she would've had a fit. But Becky, who'd always had the morals of an alley cat despite her proper upbringing, had spared her uptight mother the news that her new job required her to nightly display her magnificent knockers for the voyeuristic benefit of the hottest night spot in town's paying customers.
Now Eunice had another bone to pick with her physically perfect albeit morally deficient daughter. Becky was a grown woman with a child of her own, but she was an only child and Eunice – who dreaded the onset of menopause and literally hated the prospect of growing old – refused to face the facts of life. The way she'd handled widowhood (rarely going out, not bothering to make new friends, refusing to even consider taking a job – her dead husband had left her reasonably financially secure) proved this.
In short, Eunice had, instead of attempting to make a new life for herself, drawn into her shell more and more during the three years since her husband's death and, although she didn't realize it, she was dangerously close to becoming a borderline schizoid.
And so, actually believing the world was the way she'd always been taught – beginning with Sunday School as a small child of the strict, depression-racked thirties – to view it, Eunice was more than a little put out with her daughter's current misbehavior, as she saw it. Becky had said she would probably be filing for divorce, but she hadn't filed yet and, to Eunice's way of thinking, no decent young woman would be sneaking around with one man while she was still wedded to another.
Her own state of sensual arousal notwithstanding, as Eunice stood there nude in the privacy of her darkened bedroom, straining her ears to listen to the sounds of kissing mingled with male and female murmurings drifting back from the living room of her comfortable but modest home, anger welled up inside her.
Momentarily forgetting the phallic-shaped vibrator, Eunice indignantly snatched up her robe and put it on. She had no intention of permitting her daughter to carry on in this sinful way, not under her roof, at any rate!
You'd think Becky would have more respect for her father's memory! Eunice huffed silently.
After she'd buttoned her robe clear up to her neck, Eunice stuck out her slightly double chin and, with a self-righteous expression of stern disapproval firming up her middle-aged cheeks, she padded barefoot from her room. Wanting to catch them in some sort of illicit embrace so she would be positively justified in upbraiding her daughter and ordering the man, whoever he was, out of her house, Eunice tiptoed up the hall. Just as she was about to stick her head around the corner and peer stealthily into the living room, she heard the metallic whine of a zipper and her daughter's breathy voice, saying: "Oh, honey, yes! Take it out! Your cock! Let me feel it!"
A gotcha smile played tightly over Eunice's pious visage. Although she deplored the vulgarity of the mental image which flashed into her mind, she decided to wait until she could catch Becky red-handed in the disgusting act of fondling a penis not lawfully belonging to her.
Becky's cautiously modulated voice quavered with desire as it wafted into the alert ears of her lurking mother: "It's hard as a rock, and so big, too! You're really hung! Damn, Jack, a pole like that could rupture a girl!"
There was a masculine chuckle, followed by, "I don't get many complaints about it being too small."
"I shouldn't think you ever would. Mmmm! Does it feel good! I haven't had any for two whole weeks, but you're gonna remedy that, aren't you, honey?"
"Change your mind, did you? You want it now, do you?"
"I'll say!" Becky sighed, her gold-flecked brown eyes turning smoky as she gazed longingly at the oversized phallus which her femininely graceful hand was busy exploring. "I don't know if I can take it all, though! How long is this womb-jammer anyway?"
"Take a guess, sugar," he taunted, the powerful fingers of his hamlike hand burying themselves in the lustrous tresses of her naturally curly but now disheveled, dark-blonde hair. "Guess it within a half inch and you win the right to kiss it."
"Promises, promises," Becky laughed. Then she grasped his rod and tugged it down at an angle, absently licking her full, sensuous lips as her appreciative eyes estimated its length. "Nine inches," she breathed. "At least that. Do I win the prize?"
"Closer to eight," Jack told her. "But with lips like those, you get to kiss it anyway."
Eunice could hardly believe her ringing ears. She and her dearly departed husband had never carried on in such a shocking manner. Considering the sex act to be the holy communion of their love for one another, they'd always engaged in both foreplay and intercourse in virtual silence except for an occasional, but heartfelt, "I love you," and a few whispered endearments that turned to the inevitable tiny outcries of ecstasy when one or both of them reached fulfillment.
Understandably, Eunice was stunned by the lewdness of her daughter's flippantly indecent remarks. Only instead of becoming more outraged, as she felt she should, Eunice's reaction was precisely the opposite.
To her utter dismay, the sex-starved forty-six-year-old woman, who'd always thought of herself as a proper wife and mother, suddenly found herself hanging on every smutty utterance of the lurid conversation between her misbehaving daughter and the horny man whose identity remained a mystery to her.
Try as she did, Eunice simply couldn't force herself to storm into the living room and lay into them. The cocksureness of her convictions drained from her and, along with it, the courage to complete her self-appointed task.
Angry at herself now for her timidity, Eunice decided she'd better tuck tail and tiptoe back to her room before she suffered the embarrassment of being discovered eavesdropping on them. That was when she learned, to her bewilderment, that she couldn't move. She nearly screamed out loud. It was as if her bare feet had immobilized her by sending roots down into the carpet. There she stood, barely out of their sight in the hallway, reeling with frustration at her apparent inability to tear herself from the spot.
"That's the girl. You know you've got to peel my banana to get at the best part of it, don't you?" Eunice heard the uncouth man saying and, although her feet refused to budge, the rest of her didn't.
All at once her legs became too weak to support the weight of her pudgy torso. Her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. In the nick of time, she leaned against the wall to keep from falling. Inadvertently her head jutted forward and, when all motion had ceased, her right eye was looking at the wall on which her cheek rested, while her left eye – the one with perfect vision – stared around the corner and into the offset area of the living room, where Becky and a strapping young man Eunice didn't know were sitting.
With a sense of horrified fascination, Eunice watched as the graceful hand of her lovely daughter ruttishly tugged down on the thick shaft of the stranger's huge erection. When her hand stopped at the midpoint of his organ, his elastic foreskin had been drawn back all the way, leaving exposed the awesome sight of his swollen, purplish-hued glans penis.
The three-way lamp on the table beside the nearest end of the couch had been turned on to the 30-watt position. Its dim light caused the diamonds in Becky's wedding rings to sparkle as, clinging to the object of her adulterous desire, she allowed the man who'd brought her home to draw her head down into his lap. Becky's gold-flecked brown eyes had a glassy appearance. She gazed fixedly at the bluntly rounded top of the stiff dick she had in her hand, her tonguetip tracing her lips in anticipation it, her pretty face came nearer and nearer to the mushrooming knob.
When it was about three inches below her dainty nose, Becky inhaled deeply and then let out her breath with a sigh, obviously savoring the musky aroma wafting up from his aroused organs of masculinity. She squeezed his prick. A large drop of colorless fluid bubbled from the pouting eye of his crown. Her pink tongue darted out like a snake and scooped it up eagerly, then retreated back into her mouth as if it'd stolen a rare gem.
"Mmmm!" Becky sighed, and she smacked her lips in delectation.
"Find something good, did you?" Jack asked with a grin.
"I'll say I did!" she breathed. "Turn my head loose, honey. I can take it from here."
"I'll bet you can, at that," he replied disentangling his fingers from the large, loose curls of her sexily mussed, honey-blonde hair. "Like all the way?"
"Mmm, I'm tempted," she admitted, her lips brushing against the forefront of his turgid bulb she spoke in a throaty tone barely above a whisper: "But only if you can go twice, because my pussy wants some of this, too."
"Don't worry, sugar, I won't disappoint you."
"You'd better not, after getting me worked up like this," she warned and, with that, she began moving her head around, making lascivious smacking noises as she rained fervent wet kisses all over the livid surface of his taut-skinned glans.
Oh, no! Eunice gasped silently, flaming butterflies flitting unbidden through her stomach as she stood by secretly watching her only child willingly lowering herself in this brazen fashion. She was always crazy about boys, but I never dreamed that MY daughter would do such a filthy disgusting thing as that! Look at her! She's licking it now… the head of his dirty dick! Becky, where did I fail you? How could you disgrace me this way? And in your dead father's house, at that. With a total stranger! Good Lord, have you no shame at all?! I raised you to be decent and pure and sweet! No, no, no… I can't bear to witness this!
But witness it she did, for she couldn't rip her gaze away. Eunice's own loins were congested with the hot blood of her unwanted desire, and the vulgar tableau before her held her attention like a powerful magnet. She couldn't look away. Against her will she stared transfixed at the immoral sight of her married daughter committing not only adultery but a crime against nature, as well. An illicit thrill tingled up Eunice's spine as she watched Becky tug that big penis this way and that so she could alternately kiss and lick every bit of its obscenely bloated crown.
For three long years Eunice had lived alone as a grieving widow, denying that a woman of her age had any sex needs. And now, at forty-six, it was finally catching up with her. She'd only been kidding herself, and the events of this night were teaming up on her to prove it. Her sexually deprived body was coming alive as never before, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Mmmm… smack, smack…sweet dick… slurp, slurp!" Becky was getting carried away way with herself now, but remembering where she was, she lowered her voice again and without looking up, asked, "Have I got you primed, Jack? Are you ready for me to take it in my mouth and finish you off?"
"Better believe it, sugar," he sighed. "Christ, what a tongue! I was beginning to think I'd pop my nuts before you got around to wanting the main course."
Becky sat up laughing softly. "The main course is intercourse, honey, and you'd better keep that in mind because going down on you is only an appetizer for me. Now drop your pants and shorts, you lovely bastard, 'cause I want to hold your balls when you squirt that delicious stuff they make into my mouth."
"Hell, yeah!" he husked, hurriedly opening the tops of his trousers and boxer shorts. He raised up and shoved them down past his knees, then spread his legs as they settled about his feet.
She slid off the couch, took off his shoes then pulled his bunched pants and shorts off over stockinged feet. Her hands hooked behind knees and tugged. He scooted out till his behind rested on the edge of the cushion. Assuming a kneeling position between his legs, she cupped his wrinkled, wild-haired scrotum, lifted and began kissing and licking at the oblong goodies it contained.
"Your balls feel nice and full," she purred, kissing and licking her way up the undersurface of his slightly curved shaft, the tip of her tongue tickling along the sensitive, prominent vein.
"Yeah. I got a big load built up for you, sugar."
"Oh, I hope so!" she sighed.
Her trembling right hand clutched his dong and peeled its foreskin back far as it would go. She moistened her lips with her tongue and forme them into a shiny red O. Cradling his heavy nuts in her left hand, she wriggled into position on her knees and lowered her head, fitting the red circle of her soft oral petals over the bluntly rounded head of his erection.
"Mmmm!" she whimpered, letting the shape of his mushrooming crown enlarge the receptive O of her lips as she eased her head down and took the purplish bulb into her oral cavity.
"God!" he husked, when she sucked down on his dickhead and started swirling her tongue around it. "Your mouth… feels like… melted butter!"
Becky emitted a throaty sound of pleasure and started bobbing her head slowly, her puffy red lips dragging salaciously up and down his saliva-glistening stalk as her creamy-white cheeks pumped suckingly in and out.
From her vantage point in the hallway, Eunice had a clear view of the perverted act her submissively kneeling daughter was so eagerly performing. It was the most blatantly obscene thing she'd ever seen! Her inhibited brain fairly reeled with the sordidness of what she saw.
Oh, the shame of it! Eunice whined inwardly. My own daughter… doing that… and to a stranger, not her husband! Not a word about loving one another! It's just sex for sex's sake! Dirty! Nasty! Disgusting! I raised her right! Dear God, how can she take that filthy thing in her mouth?! She must be demented!
But despite Eunice's horrified incredulity, it was perfectly obvious to her that both the young people were thoroughly enjoying the unspeakably immoral act. Her mature loins were ablaze, her middle-aged body shivering involuntarily. Her pent-up emotions were being set free against her will. Her body wouldn't listen to her brain. Eunice couldn't believe how hot and bothered she was getting. Her pussy hungered for the feel of a hard prick as it never had before. Vaginal secretions were oozing out over the blood-engorged labia of her furry crack, trickling all warm and sticky-wet down the insides of her fleshy thighs.
As Eunice watched enthralled while her laughter's head began gradually moving faster and faster, the loose curls of her honey-blonde hair bouncing and swaying, she realized this wasn't the first time Becky had used her mouth in this vulgar manner. She knew exactly what she was doing and seemed to love it. Although she deplored the very thought of it, Eunice couldn't help wondering what it would be like to do that herself. In the early days of their marriage, her husband had tried to get her to take his penis in her mouth. Of course she'd refused, and after a few times he hadn't bothered her that way again, but now she almost wished she had given in and tried it at least once.
Becky's strict upbringing hadn't taken. She lost her cherry at fourteen and had been cock-crazy ever since. A healthy girl with a strong sex drive, the only thing she enjoyed more than sucking a dick was having one rammed up her. She was an accomplished fellatrice and always became very excited when she was going down. Strangely enough, although she'd had countless boy friends in her teens, Becky had settled down after marriage and remained faithful to her husband, until a few months back. When he was away on a temporary duty assignment, she'd weakened and taught the Great Dane how to screw her. Once she'd go started with the big dog she couldn't stop. Eventually her husband had caught her in the act and he hadn't been a bit understanding. In fact he'd moved into the barracks and refused to even talk to her on the phone.
Sick at heart over the breakup of her marriage, Becky had sworn off bestiality. Secretly she was hoping to prove she could mend her ways and thereby win her husband back. But the only good-paying job she'd been able to find in her hometown was that of a topless cocktail waitress. Men at the club drooled over her magnificent boobs, curvaceous torso and long, shapely legs. The temptation was too great and, tonight, although she hadn't intended to go all the way, she accepted a ride home instead of calling a cab, and now nature was taking its course.
It'd been two weeks since she'd had sex of any kind, and for Becky that was a long, long time. Once she'd felt Jack's prong, she'd melted. It was the biggest hunk of meat she'd ever gotten hold of. Now she was on her knees, had it in her mouth and was sucking for all she was worth to bring him off. God, how she wanted the cream in those large, bloated balls she held in her hand!
"Mmm, mmm, mmm!" she chanted, her head flying up and down as she sucked the top four inches of his prize dong and pumped the lower part of his pulsating shaft with her tightly gripping hand to hasten his ejaculation.
And the daughter's enthusiastic cocksucking was having its lewd effect on her peeping mother. Eunice was having difficulty getting her breath now. The tip of her tongue traced absently round and around the tremulous oval of her parted lips. In spite of a lifetime of propriety, she began to envy her daughter. The visual stimulation of seeing her only child excitedly blowing a strange man was rivetting to her. The soft, wet sucking sounds bombarded Eunice's spinning brain. The sight of Becky's puffy red lips skimming lasciviously up and down the man's throbbing, spit-glistening phallus was setting Eunice on fire.
Yes, Becky, suck it, suck it! Make him cum! she shouted mentally because, dirty or not, the perverted act being performed before her had finally snapped something inside Eunice, God help me! I don't even know that young man, but I can't help wishing… it was ME instead of Becky sucking his gorgeous pecker!
Once she'd admitted the base truth of her shameful emotions, Eunice's mouth fairly watered for a taste of the stiff dick her daughter was orally enjoying. Though she would never actually do such a brash thing, she experienced an almost overwhelming urge to rush into the room, shove Becky's head out of the way and take that lovely big prick in her own hungry mouth.
My stars, what's wrong with me?! Eunice wailed inwardly. I must be losing my mind!
It was torture for her to watch now. The torment of her inner turmoil tugged at Eunice's sperm-starved womb, and never in all her forty-six years had she experienced anything so unbearably delicious as the carnal craving which resulted from the unleashing of all the frustrated yearnings which had been bottled up inside her for so long. The copious secretions of her weeping vagina were running down past her knees now. She cupped her aching breasts and squeezed them hard, whimpering softly as her lust-glazed eyes remain riveted to the fascinating act of ongoing fellatio on the couch.
"Aaah, God!" Jack moaned, his hips starting to hunch Becky's face as he grabbed a double handful of her hair and threw back his head. "Get ready! Here it… ohhhh… comesss!!!"
Suddenly Becky's head stilled. She clung to the bottom of his stem, massaging his drawn-up nuts with her left hand while the top of her shaft-gripping right hand beat rapidly at the shimmering circle of her puffy red oral petals. She was letting him fuck her face and sucking the forefront of his pulsating peter like mad as he did so. While her quivering cheeks sank inward from the force of her suction, her unseen tongue flailed whiplike at the turgid head of his thrusting tool, urging him on, silently begging him to hurry up and give her the creamy reward she'd been working for.
Sensing that the climactic moment had arrived, Eunice pinched down on her tumescent nipples and, panting with lust, had to bite her tongue to keep from yelling, Shoot it, you good-looking devil! Squirt your slimy, hot cum in my little girl's mouth! She wants it, so, Goddamn you, give it to her! Now, now, nowww!!!
Jack's head rolled about, his hips pumping frantically. He was trying to ram it down into her throat, but Becky's encircling hand prevented this. She was taking exactly the amount of pistoning prick she wanted, and not a fraction more. The thick shaft sawed incessantly away at the soft, saliva-coated surfaces of her lewdly distended lips, the swollen glans bump, bump, bumping against the silky membrane lining the back of her throat. Her cheeks were drawn in obscenely now, molded so snugly to his organ that its flared coronal ridge caused her cheeks to ripple as he fucked its pounding head furiously in and out of her voraciously suctioning mouth.
"Uunnn… ung, ung, ung!" he grunted and, letting go of her head, he sank back to the couch, his entire body shuddering rapturously as orgasm took him over.
Although all Eunice could see at the moment was the spastic twitching of the man's large testicles cupped in her daughter's hand, she knew he was at that instant beginning to lose his seed. Becky's nasal outcry of perverted pleasure rang luridly in her ears, making Eunice dizzy, and lightheaded. She could almost see the gluey jets of whitish semen spurting into her child's mouth. With her imagination working overtime, Eunice could nearly taste it herself. The vicarious thrill of it was damned near too much for the sexually deprived widow. Her heart raced out of control. It hammered against her heaving rib cage, sounding like a tom-tom inside her spinning head.
Only the ballooning head of his jerking cock was inside Becky's mouth now. He had a massive load built up. It was gushing out of him all hot and thick.
"Mmmmm!" Becky moaned through her passion-enlarged nostrils, savoring the rich blast of bitter-almond flavor as his spurting cum flooded her greedy mouth. The sharply acrid sperm floated her tongue and made her appreciative taste buds tingle with delight. A wave of frothy white jism washed out over her puffy red lips and began running down her chin before she started gulping the rest of it down gluttonously, her spasmodically working throat going, glub, glub, glub!
The sheer eroticism of a cock spewing cum into her daughter's eagerly receiving mouth wiped all thoughts of it being nasty and perverted from Eunice's lust-fogged mind, but this was more than she could take. As she watched the overflow trickle down Becky's quivering chin and stretch from its point in a long, gluey string, and saw her throat begin straining to drink the remainder of it, Eunice realized she had to get out of there before she fainted or, worse yet, went completely out of her head and charged into the room with them to give her blessing and join them in their depravity.
Her legs were like rubber but somehow she managed to turn around and stagger back down the hall to her room. She shut the door, leaned against it and, gasping for breath, started unbuttoning her robe. The damned thing was smothering her! She had to get it off!
Naked as the day she was born, her saggy tits swaying and her fleshy buttocks flopping, Eunice ran to the bureau, snatched up the vibrator and jumped into bed with it. She was shaking all over, especially her hands, as she wedged the rounded tip of the pink plastic instrument between the blood-swollen lips of her hairy hole and started pushing it up into the grateful sheath of her burning, itching vagina.
"Ooouuu!" she moaned, when her starved cunt swallowed the bullet-shaped device in one hungry gulp.
She put a pillow between her legs to mute the sound, then twisted the switch-cap base to the on position with most of it already inserted into her body.
Buzz-zzz-zzz.
With her flesh and the pillow muffling the noise, she could scarcely hear the vibrator running, but she could certainly feel it. God, how she could feel it!
"Ooohh… ooohh… ooohhhhh!!" she moaned aloud, and fearing she might be overheard, she rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow beneath her head. Still holding the buzzing vibrator full into her snatch with one hand and the pillow against her crotch with the other, she drew her legs as tight together as they would go, simultaneously squeezing the pillow between her fleshy thighs and hunching it the way she used to hunch her husband when he managed to get her hot enough to coax her on top of him.
"Uunnn, uunnn, uunnn!"
Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but she was clenching her buttocks and working the muscles in her back and belly so hard and fast that the bucking motion of her overweight body made the bedsprings squeak with a rhythm that had gone unheard by the walls of this bedroom for more than three years.
"Mmmmmm… oh, God… it feels… soo gooooddd!!!" Eunice told the pillow.
And indeed it did. The tender walls of her ravenous vagina were receiving the full benefit of the whirling, off-center weight inside the tapering plastic tube. The best sensations, however, were being effected deeper inside her belly. The conical end of the instrument penetrated her sufficiently to touch her womb itself. As she humped the pillow between her thighs, the tip of the phallic-shaped object flipped continually back and forth over the supersensitive neck of her uterus, blasting that most feminine of all her female organs with jackhammer-like spurts of vibratory action.
"Aaaah…oooooh!" she moaned into the pillow, the fat on her rump jiggling as she fucked hell out of the other pillow, the juices dribbling down out of her pleasured pussy soaking into the pillow case, turning it wet and sticky.
Thousands of vibrations per minute were ricocheting around in her steaming loins, passing through her womb and into her abdominal cavity as well, making her visceral organs tingle along with the satiny walls of her fluttering pussy. Her throbbing clitoris stood out like a miniature, angry-red cock in the uppermost part of her dilated sex slot. By this time she was pressing the pillow to her groin with both hands, and was frenziedly scrubbing her blood-enlarged cuntlips and the raw-nerved head of her man in boat against the comparative coarseness of the secretion-drenched pillow case, with the vibrator full into her hidden tunnel all the while, buzzing happily away as it did the woman-pleasing job its manufacturer had intended.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh!"
It was getting too good. Eunice could feel her loins tightening with the bittersweet sensations of her impending climax. The damned-up tensions of her long abstinence were breaking free, sweeping over her in a floodlike flush of delicious warmth. "Mmm… mmmmmm!!!" she moaned, bearing down on the pillow between her legs, shuddering and twitching but otherwise stopping all motion. Then it hit her, the full impact of her orgasm, and after three years of building, it was brutally intense.
"Aaaaa-ggggaaaahhhh!!!" she groaned gutturally, burying her lust-contorted face even deeper into the pillow to prevent being overheard.
Buzz-zzz-zzz.
The vibrator was still going inside her, tickling the hypersensitive mouth of her convulsing womb, vibrating steadily away as the velvety walls of her sheath clamped down on it with the heartbeatlike rhythm of her muscular contractions.
"Cumming… God… ohhhh… cuuummmmiiinnnggg!!" she wailed.
The entire floor of her pelvic region joined in the spastic dance of her toe-curling climax. Because she'd gone without it so long, and had gotten worked up to a feverish pitch of desire heretofore unknown to her, Eunice was having a cum like she'd never had before. At long last her pleasure-starved body was getting the blessed relief it so desperately needed.
"Nnnnaaaahhhh… oooohhhh!!!"
The shock waves of her orgasmic ecstasy were threatening to rip her apart at the seams. Being used to satisfying but rather mild climaxes with her deceased husband, the forty-six-year-old widow, although she was quaking helplessly with the fantastic results, just couldn't believe that cumming could be so Goddamned wonderful as this! Her heart felt like it might explode at any second and she didn't give a tinker's dam if she did die, did die!
"Oooohhhh… oooouuuu… gawd, gawd… haaalllaaahhhh!!!" she screeched, and then went limp, sobbing brokenly as a series of spine-tingling tremors wracked her sweat-beaded torso, her asshole winking and her pleasure-soaked pussy grabbing spasmodically at the buzzing vibrator embedded in her rapturously heaving belly.
Afterward, Eunice felt as if she'd been wrung out completely. She couldn't remember ever being so totally relaxed in her whole life. With the stilled vibrator her husband had given her resting beneath her pillow – where it was going to stay from now on, handy whenever she wanted to use it again – she lay there smiling contentedly up at the darkened ceiling.
The faint noises of her married daughter receiving an adulterous screwing in the living room drifted back to Eunice's ears. She knew she should be alarmed, but somehow she couldn't seem to care at the moment. As long they didn't wake her innocent young grandson in the next room, Eunice's attitude was: Let them fuck! It's really none of my business, is it?
She honestly hoped they enjoyed themselves and, although she would've liked to hear the finish, she fell asleep before it came.