Margaret Stover was still so upset over seeing Brett fucking the red-haired barmaid, that she didn't bother to go down for dinner. She called the maid and asked for a tray, also leaving word for her husband that she had a headache and was going directly to bed. In her mind's eye, she kept seeing Brett's huge prick fucking into that girl's cunt and her pussy kept twitching and burning yearningly for cum release. Margaret couldn't remember when she had been so aroused.
She ate her dinner and then after the maid had taken the tray, she settled down with the evening's paper, trying to distract herself from the thought of her son's magnificent cock.
Having read the paper thoroughly, she stretched out on her bed with the latest magazines to keep her mind off the insistent images of Brett fucking that girl. The magazines were of little help and she soon gave them up for an historical novel that she had picked up at the book store a few weeks back. She forced herself to concentrate on the book and for a while she succeeded in forgetting about her son and the redhead on the bar's office couch.
Two hours later, she was surprised to discover that she had finished reading the book, even though it was still fairly early in the evening. She wasn't tired and the idea of a hot, relaxing bath sounded good so she got undressed hurriedly while the tub was filling with warm water. When they had had the house remodeled, she had ordered a large, square, sunken tub installed in her bathroom and it was the one thing in the house that she considered her very own. She would often relax in the large tub for long periods of time and that evening it was like a security blanket to her. She thought the warm water would dull her senses so that she could sleep peacefully through the night.
Walking back into the bathroom after undressing, Margaret Stover glanced at her naked reflection in the full-length mirror on one wall. She couldn't help comparing her body to the young redhead's body she had seen that same after noon. Margaret guessed the girl must have been around nineteen and she was in her middle forties. Yet, Margaret thought her body was every bit as sexy as the redhead's figure had been. She studied her form in the mirror and was pleased by the fact that she had no fat whatsoever to distort her figure. Her titties were very large and jutting and they were the size of well-rounded melons and still youthful-looking. They stood up pert and proud and she couldn't resist touching the large nipples that capped them like pink berries responding to her touch by hardening slightly. Margaret was quickly reminded again of the obscene spectacle she had seen earlier.
She dropped her hands from her boobies and ran them down the long curve of her waist. Her belly was white and flat and near the lower part was a light covering of black hair that tapered out to the triangle of her fuzzy pussy hair. Margaret turned her back to the mirror and turning to look over her shoulder, she momentarily studied the round shape of her asscheeks. The white moons were like firm globes that stuck out slightly and Margaret was more fascinated by them at that moment than she could ever recall having been. She thought her overall appearance was intoxicating especially since her hair was long and raven and she remembered the girl her son was fucking had long hair also. The girl had looked really sensuous and Margaret wondered if it hadn't been because of the girl's slave-like bent-over position. She spread her legs apart and bending over, looked back between her legs at her reflection. Her position caused the mounds of her asscheeks to spread apart slightly and she could see the pink hairless area of her tight puckered shithole. Just below it were the sparse, hair-covered lips of her cunt and Margaret could clearly see the drops of moisture formed at the opening of her fuckhole. The thought of a long prick driving into her pussy while a finger worked in her asshole flashed into her mind and Margaret quickly straightened up and crossed the floor to the Roman tub. It was nearly filled with water and she reached to turn off the valves while she tried once more to put the obscene images out of her mind.
Stepping down into the warm water, Margaret stood still for a moment then slowly lowered herself into the clear water until only her head remained above the surface. The warm water surrounding her body did not dull her senses as she had anticipated but rather it made her more aware of all her sexual parts. She looked at the triangle of semidarkness formed by her black pussy hair through the moving water and it seemed to dance seductively before her eyes, her hand moved toward the blue-black hair and she ran her \ fingers across the surface of her awakened cunt. It had been over a year since she had ever given fucking a passing thought, but what she had watched this afternoon at the cocktail lounge had set off something in her twat that she didn't realize existed until then. It was like a flash of heat through the pit of her womb and the hot, itchy feeling refused to depart.
Very gently, Margaret pressed her finger into the hair-lined screw box formed by the lips of her pussy and she felt the electric sensation jolt through her gash as she had that afternoon when her finger had touched her excited love button. She had never known that the little clitty could be so sensitive or give her so much pleasure. If the lewd spectacle she had witnessed had been between someone other than her son, Margaret probably would have recoiled at the sheer obscenity of the act but she couldn't equate anything her son did with lasciviousness. The obvious enjoyment of their fuck sessions made Margaret feel that she must have been missing something even though she had always taken fucking lightly in the past. Her body was responsive to her own touch and she saw no reason why it shouldn't respond even more to someone else. She couldn't consciously admit to herself that the someone else she was thinking about might be her own flesh and blood, Brett, Junior.
Continuing the massaging of her excited nerve nub in the soft hair-lined folds of her cunny with more vigorous strokes, Margaret felt the burning in her pussy grow more and more intense. The moistened walls of her raging cunt seemed to be tingling out a message to her brain that begged for a fleshy fuckstick to be screwed up through them. Her mind seemed to become somehow a part of the pink twat flesh between her inner thighs and the urgent need to be fulfilled became overwhelming. In her mind's eye she was seeing Brett, Junior's passion-hardened prick fucking in and out of the redhead's wet cunt and her finger almost instinctively moved down to the opening of her newly discovered fuckhole. Margaret pushed her middle finger up inside the tight, seldom screwed channel down between her thighs until she was unable to reach further and it felt good, but not good enough. Frustrated, Margaret added another finger and she gradually began to finger-fuck them both in and out of her flooding pussy. It did nothing but stir up the fire in her panting cunt to greater intensity and she was maddened by not being able to reach the mysterious orgasm she had seen the redhead attain beneath the plowing prick of her son that afternoon at the bar.
Keeping the two fingers of her right hand in her gently clasping fuckhole, Margaret tested the nail of her left-hand forefinger against her thumb. It was softened by the warm water of the bath and she moved her hand under the firm globe of her asscheeks. She drew her legs up bending her knees so that she could have greater access to the space between her inner thighs and pulling the crevice of her white ass apart she probed her left forefinger against the tight restricting ring of her shithole.
The warm water surrounding her slender finger made the entry easier than she had expected it to be and she slowly worked her finger into her tight, clasping asshole. It was slightly painful at first, but after a moment, Margaret became excited by the perverted presence of her finger in her ass. She pushed it in to the second knuckle and she was surprised that she could feel her other fingers in her pussy through the thin partition of flesh which separated the two fuck passages. Still recalling the furious screwing she had witnessed earlier, Margaret began to finger-fuck herself with mutual rhythms in her two fuckholes. The unnatural presence of her finger in her pooper seemed to heighten the effect of the fucking fingers in her pussy and she worked them ferociously in an attempt to stop the burning itchiness in her cunt.
Andrew Hewitt had been thinking about Margaret Stover a great deal since he had learned the night before that Brett Stover, Sr. didn't care a fig about her. Andrew thought that Margaret was not only physically attractive, but sexually appealing as well. He couldn't help wondering if she were really as frigid as Stover had implied. So when he left Margaret's husband alone with his daughter-in-law, he decided to find Margaret himself and talk to her at least, to find out personally about her. He reasoned that since her husband wasn't interested in Margaret, he should have no serious objections to it if he did a little personal research into Margaret Stover. It should not endanger his job in the least. Then too, Andrew figured that Brett Stover was in no position to object, considering just what he was doing with his own son's young wife at this very moment.
Andrew had checked into several doors on the second floor of the mansion before he finally entered the wing that appeared to have been added onto the main house. At the end of a long hallway, he looked into a partially opened door that he felt sure was Brett Stover's wife's bedroom, but there was no sign of her. He entered the room silently and glanced around. It was apparent that someone had been lying on the bed, but he didn't see anyone and was about to leave when he heard a splashing noise. Taking a few hesitant steps into the room, he saw a hallway to his right which appeared to lead back toward the front of the room. He walked quietly down the hall past several closets until he came to a half-open door on the left. He heard the splashing sound again and his curiosity got the better of him. He glanced in through the open part of the door and in a large mirror on the right wall, Andrew saw the reflection of Margaret Stover completely naked in a Roman bath.
Andrew sucked in his breath as he realized what she was doing. Her eyes were closed and her head was held back like she was trying to stretch her neck up. Her massive titties were bouncing on the surface of the rippling water and her knees were drawn up above the surface.
Andrew's prick was already hard from having attempted to look up between young Victoria's legs, but when he stretched up to look into the tub, his pecker began growing hard and erect. He could see that Margaret was screwing her fingers in and out of her pussy and although it was difficult to see, he thought in disbelief that she also had a finger buggaring up into her shithole.
“Goddamnit all,” Andrew Hewitt thought as he stared at the frenzied motions of Margaret's hands. He felt his whang straining against the confines of his pants and his balls were aching with excitement. He wanted to tear off his clothes and go fuck her right in the bath but he waited and watched to see what would transpire.
The sensations pouring from her pussy were like a big nothing, a frustrated old-maid syndrome and Margaret was becoming more and more exasperated for not having a cock to stick up her twat. She needed and wanted more than her own hands were giving her, but still she pushed her fingers hard against the soft flesh of her watery cunt. Margaret Stover quickly tightened and loosened the muscle of her shithole around her screwing finger that pushed farther and farther into the hot depths of her asshole. Her mind was in another time, that time being the early afternoon and she was in the cocktail lounge's office wanting to be fucked.
“Fuck me! Screw my cunt, too!” Margaret moaned as she fucked herself wild with her own fingers. She was like a wild beast in heat and she would do simply anything to have a hard male prick squirting sperm into her cunny.
When he heard Margaret's loud moans, Andrew couldn't contain his ballooning pecker any longer. He had to fuck her no matter what the consequences might be. He tore off his clothes as fast as his hands would move and when he finally pulled down his shorts, his freed whang sprang straight out in front of his body. He walked brazenly through the doorway into the bathroom and toward the sunken tub, his hard, erect prick pointed out and bounced obscenely as he walked. After all, what could the hot, little whore saw when he had caught her finger-fucking this say! Margaret didn't open her eyes until he was standing right by the edge of the tub. In sudden shock, she stopped the fucking of her fingers in and out of her twat and asshole, but she didn't pull them out of her body. Her eyes were wide open but she wasn't looking at his eyes. Andrew realized then that she was staring wildly at his thick and hard prick.
“I've decided that I'm going to fuck your hot, little pussy!” Andrew groaned down at her voluptuous, naked body. He looked at her passion-wracked nakedness and thought she was the most sensuous woman he had ever seen. He stepped quickly into the warm water beside her.
When Margaret felt another's presence, she stopped moving and opened her eyes. But all that she was looking for was pointing straight out above her head. Her mind went psychedelic as she saw this thick fuckstick that she wanted so much to have and all she could think of was getting it inside her hungry pussy. When Andrew spoke, she heard the words she wanted to hear and she was ready for him to do as he pleased with her.
“Oh, God, please fuck me! I beg you fuck me! Please! Fuck me!” Margaret Stover groaned pleadingly as she pulled her fingers from her two fuckholes as she turned onto her knees in the same position she had seen the redhead in that very day.
Andrew Hewitt was astounded to see the cold Mrs. Brett Stover respond so willingly to his demand and when she moved so her smooth, round asscheeks were raised high up in the air, he knelt down behind her in the tub between her legs with his prick pointing directly at the soft pussy curls between her thighs. She had her head against one hand on the edge of the tub and she was reaching back between her legs with the other hand in search of his desire-hardened whang. Margaret's face was turned to the side and Andrew realized that she was looking wild-eyed at their reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall.
Groping back for the pecker she wanted so much to have in her steaming pussy, Margaret stared at the vision she saw in the mirror to her right. She could only see her asscheeks above the edge of the tub, but Margaret could also clearly see the body of the man about to fuck her. His thick prick was pointing toward her upturned asscheeks and it was as if she was looking upon the same spectacle she had watched going on between Brett, her son, and the red-haired girl that very same afternoon. Margaret's lust had carried her beyond any sense of identity and she felt as though she was detached from her body while still able to enjoy its pleasures. When her hand found the hard, fleshy pecker, she pulled on it to guide it into her hungrily throbbing cunt.
Andrew Hewitt was ecstatic over having found old man Stover's wife so very passionately eager to be fucked and he moved his hips forward willingly when she pulled at his huge whang with her hand. He was amazed at how smooth and unblemished her ivory skin was and he stared down at the wonderful shape of her smooth, creamy white asscheeks. The bath water still clung to her skin in small beads around the black-blue twat hairs which covered her lower back, and some water rolled down the damp cleft between the round, white asscheeks to her up-turned asscheeks. He reached out to spread the soft, resilient cheeks apart, and his eyes widened as he saw the tight, puckered moons of her shithole. Margaret was guiding his swollen his prick to the opening of her fuckhole and when he felt the blood-engorged head making electric contact with her pussy, he pushed his hips forward to worm it salaciously up into the depths of her warm waiting cunt channel. The screw passage was tighter than he had expected it would be and he shoved forward with more force until the head of his thick pecker rammed mercilessly inside her tight, boiling fuck passage.
“Oh, my God! Ahhhhh! Oh, yes! Yessss!” Margaret's already lubricated twat was more than ready for the thick, fleshy pecker and she pushed her loins back to take it all inside her raging cunt. Her finger-fucking had stretched the tight pussy without enduring excess pain. Her only thought was to have his cock fucking way up inside her burning belly and she pushed back harder against Andrew Hewitt's prick, taking it deeper and deeper into her panting twat.
The sensations of her tight warm flesh fucking over the length of his erect, hard fuckpole were fantastic and Andrew didn't waste any time in shoving it down the slick, hot screw passage tight up between her legs. His groin was alive with the sensations that traveled down his thick cock with an intensity born of lusting passion. Her tight, wet pussy felt virgin, unfucked, yet she wiggled back against his driving dong thrusts like a highly professional slut. The clear, warm perfumed water splashed around their obscenely joined bodies. When Andrew withdrew his whang from the depths of her cunny, his balls would dip into the warm water exciting them all the more and he could see that Margaret's firm titties hung down to the point that the erect pink nipples were being massaged gently by the continuous motion of the water. The whole effect was exciting in itself, and Andrew felt that he would shoot out his gobby cum at any instant.
With her eyes staring at the reflection of their bodies in the mirror, Margaret felt as though she finally had the means to truly release the ultimate joy and pleasure she needed so much. Her body was like the body of the young red-haired girl she had watched being fucked half insane by her own son that afternoon as she arched her pussy up to receive the pleasure-giving prick in her desire-flooding pussy. Her twat was responding to the driving cock by sending out tremendous sensual signals to her brain. Her enjoyment was greater than anything she had ever experienced in her life, and she sensed every portion of the thick fuckstick as it plowed in and out of her clasping cunt. The water slapping against the sensitive nipples of her large titties added to the pleasures surging through her body and she knew that she was on the verge of a tremendous climax.
“Fuck me deeper and harder! Please fuck me with all your strength!” Margaret moaned as she felt the head of his great dong balloon inside her burning belly. She felt tiny spasms in the pit of her trembling womb but the picture she saw in the minor was not yet satisfactory.
“Put your finger in my shithole! Pleeeassee! Stick your finger up my ass!” Margaret moaned out her mounting passion.
Hardly able to hold back his thick, hot sperm, Andrew was out of his mind with the pleasures in his balls. Margaret's soft, pleading request only stimulated him the more and he quickly did as she asked. Her tiny, pink asshole was puckered and he pressed his middle finger against it without any thought of being gentle with it. Once his finger popped through the restricting ring of ass flesh, he drove his long finger up into the depths of her hot pooper the full length of his thick digit.
“Eeeeiiiggghhh! Oh, Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” Margaret screamed as his finger tore into the tight confines of her asshole. The suddenness of his entry had hurt her, but she didn't care as it was making her pleasure even more remarkable.
The sight of his finger jammed deep inside Margaret's asshole was so lewdly exhilarating that Andrew could no longer control himself. He rammed his finger in and out at the same intensity as his prick and he felt the sensation along the length of his huge cock build to the point of complete fulfillment. He pushed his pelvis forward with such a strong force that he nearly lifted Margaret's asscheeks a foot in the air, but the hot, sticky sperm in his balls was making its way up the length of his whang with such magnificent force that he didn't care. His lust-swelled pecker jerked several times as the purple head exploded like a cannon with his orgasm.
Margaret's eyes were out of focus from her excitement in the ultimate moment when the first hot squirt of semen shot like a raging torrent of hot cream deep into her eager, waiting pussy. It was like the magic word needed to free the frustrations in her cunt arid her whole body was shattered by the fucking prick's explosion. Fantastic waves of pleasure tore her body into a thousand sensitive parts that exploded with each stab of hot liquid in her womb. Her pussy contracted again and again, the hot walls bursting with the gushing twat juice of her climax.
“Ahhhhh, C-H-R-I-S-T! Ohhhhh, FUCK! Fuck me, I'm cuming! I'M CUMING!” Margaret was wild with the fury of her passion as her full rounded asscheeks rolled with the great spasms rippling through her. She felt like she was soaring among an exploding array of planets and stars and each of the different lights that blinked on and off represented a different thrilling sensation. It was much more than Margaret could ever have expected and she clung to the ecstatic joy for fear she would never have it again.
Andrew's excited prick kept jerking out his cum in huge bursts of pleasure and it kept aiming with more intensity as he drove his finger insanely in and out of her widely stretched asshole. Just the sight of Stover's wife's bestial like passion was enough to keep him spewing cum and he stared at the gushing mixture of their joy juice as it poured out around the base of his thick whang and ran down into the swirling water. Even when the last drop of his cum had jerked from the swollen head deep inside her pussy, Margaret kept screwing her asscheeks back against his ramming finger as if with her mouth-like pussy to suck every part of him inside her passion-wracked twat. Then, finally when his pecker started going limp, the spasms in her body quieted down to occasional quick jerks and Andrew Hewitt regained control of his senses.
The thought suddenly occurred to him that his employer could just walk in at any moment and it so unnerved Andrew that he pulled his hips back from Margaret's asscheeks, making a wet slurping sound as his limp prick left the warmth of her trembling pussy. He just as quickly pulled his finger from her stretched asshole and after falling back in the water for a second, he climbed out of the Roman bath on shaky legs. Without saying a word, he grabbed the nearest towel and halfway dried the water from his naked body. He looked down at Margaret Stover as he rubbed the towel hurriedly over his skin and he was surprised to see that she hadn't moved from the kneeling position she had taken when he had fucked her. She was still staring wide-eyed at the big mirror and her huge titties were heaving and bouncing from the motion of her breathing activity.
Throwing the turkish towel on the floor, Andrew ran out the door to where he had left his clothes and he quickly got dressed. His only thought was to make it out of the house without being seen by Brett Stover as the possibility of Brett not succeeding to fuck Victoria had just occurred to him. If that were the case, Brett could be anywhere in the house and possibly angry at that. Andrew ran out of Margaret's bedroom still buttoning his shirt and moved down the hallways as fast as he could move quietly. The route to the front door took him past the door to the den where he had left Brett and Victoria and he was glad to see the door was closed as he approached it. For just an instant, Andrew paused at the door and when he heard the obscene moaning sounds of uncontrolled passion coming from the den, he smiled to himself. As he walked on to the front door of the house he felt greatly relieved and he was certain then that Margaret would never say a word to her husband about what had transpired between them.
After Andrew Hewitt left her bathroom, Margaret stayed kneeling in the Roman tub for several minutes while she indulged in the long, drawn out joyful pleasures of her first climax. It was as if she were still detached from the body she saw reflected in the mirror and the feelings from witnessing her own act were the same as the ones she had felt when looking in on Brett, Junior's fuck activities. It excited her body and she had been completely fulfilled sexually. But after a few minutes the guilt of adultery joined the excitement and she slowly came back to reality from her after-cum explosions.
Margaret noticed the soreness in her knees for the first time then, even though she had been on them since Andrew Hewitt had climbed into the sunken bath behind her. She turned and slowly submerged her satisfied body into the cooling water and only then did she realize that she had let Andrew Hewitt, an almost complete stranger, fuck her like a bitch in heat. Her whole body shook as she remembered that she had acted like a wanton slut. She couldn't imagine what had come over her, what had made her act in such a lewd fashion. Her brain reeled from the thought of what she had asked him to do and she didn't understand how she, Margaret Stover, had suddenly become such a lustful, wanton whore!
Margaret sat there for a long time as though she were afraid to get out of the security of the water. It wasn't until she finally stepped out of the bath that the thought occurred to her that Andrew had actually fucked her for his own lust. The thought fell on her like a triple blow when she suddenly realized that he had come into the bathroom naked. He had come into the bathroom with a huge hard-on and ready to fuck her. What had he been doing there in the first place, anyway? Margaret became enraged with anger and she grabbed a soft towel, hastily wrapping it around her still-naked body while running out to her bedroom. She was going to tell Brett what his new, important accountant had done to her. She was just opening her bedroom door when she stopped cold and she started laughing out loud at the thought of what she was about to do!
Margaret turned around and walked back into the bedroom. There was no point in saying anything to her husband as she knew that she had wanted Andrew or anyone for that matter to fuck her in any manner he wished. It had been as much her own fault, wanting him to fuck her as it had been his raping her and she knew, too, that Brett probably would only be upset at the thought of one of his possessions being used by someone else, not really by the fuck act itself.
Margaret walked to her bed and threw back the covers. She dropped the towel on the floor beside the bed and naked, crawled in between the cool satin sheets. She couldn't stay angry at Andrew Hewitt as he had helped her to realize that orgasms really did exist and she was grateful for that. There would have to be other fuck sessions between them Margaret decided. She couldn't let Andrew go, now that she had found him and that magnificent prick of his. She relived the whole experience over and over again before dropping off to sleep, but the last time she recalled the incident it was her son and not Andrew Hewitt who was fucking her!