Chapter 4

This is the third story about my life as a hooker. This is the story of how my stepfather crossed a line that should never be crossed, especially to an 18-year-old girl.

It’s a story about a young girl coming of age in a world shaped by defiance, of the rules I was taught, of the shame imposed on my body, of the silence expected of me, and my own identity. I sought out freedom in dangerous places, chasing experiences that blurred the line between rebellion and self-discovery.

I created a world of my own, where desire dictated the rules and innocence was redefined, and I ended up choosing the wrong path.

Important disclaimer:
All characters are over 18 years old (in this chapter).

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. As a non-native English speaker (I’m Swedish), please forgive the occasional grammatical error or awkward phrasing.

Characters:
Me, Sarah 18
Adam, Mom’s mom’s “boyfriend,” 43

Ok, ready to go? Let’s roll.

Part 4 - Adam - Mom’s new boyfriend.

Then the bomb dropped.

I came home from school at four, just like always, and I heard them before I even touched the front door. Voices, loud and sharp, slicing through the walls like broken glass.
“You lazy, good-for-nothing freeloader!” my mother was screaming. “I work double shifts at that damned drugstore to pay for your beer, your smokes, and you just sit around playing pretend with that hand of yours! Living like a king while I break my back! I oughta kill you, you rotten bastard!”

“Aw, calm down, for Chrissake! What the hell does it hurt you to work once in a while? God knows you spent my paychecks as fast as I brought them in. I just wanted a little damn vacation. And you’ve fucking strangers to feed you and the brat, so quit bitchin’ and trying to act so Goddamn pure, you stupid whore, you can go fuck yourself, you and your stupid brat.”

Paul’s voice boomed loud enough to cut right through Mom’s tirade.

I froze. Paul? My Paul, the one who was always soft-spoken, courteous, almost tender, well, not when fucking me, was now shouting, cursing, lashing out with words that felt like slaps. The roughness in his voice was jarring, like hearing a lullaby turn into a war chant.

And “stupid brat”? Was that what he really thought of me?

I hovered just inside the front door, paralyzed, the knob still warm in my hand. From the kitchen, their voices rose in a storm of insults and fury. The people I lived with, trusted, loved, and even feared in different ways, were tearing into each other, and I wasn’t sure who they were anymore.

“You stupid bitch, you’re nothin’ but a born loser, always was and always will be. If you think you’re such a hot cunt, ya better take another good, long look in the mirror, because you’re just another looser hooker, baby. Not even worth saving.”

“Loser, am I?” Mom’s voice lowered threateningly, as it always did when she got maddest. “Yeah, I’ve been a loser ever since I took you in. But I can cure that, and Goddamn fast, you son of a bitch. You’re the loser, Paul, and you always will be. You have exactly one minute, six seconds, to get your crap and get the hell outa here and outa my life. If I ever see you again, you lazy asshole, I’ll shoot you! And don’t you ever forget it, you no-good low-down moochin’ bastard! You’re the loser! Best setup you’ll ever see again you crab, and you blew it! Get goin’!” she screamed to him, and I heard him go up the stairs to their bedroom, and Mom crossed the kitchen to get her whiskey bottle, and I scooted silently up the stairs.

Paul was angrily tossing shorts and shirts into a battered cardboard suitcase when I quietly stepped into the room. “Paul,” I whispered, my voice trembling. He spun around, his face twisted with fury.

“Take me with you, Paul, please,” I begged, desperation bleeding into every word.
He sneered, eyes blazing. “Are you out of your damn mind? You’re crazy? Hey, look, stupid, I’ve got enough trouble with that dumb idiot of a mother of yours, without dragging a piece of jailbait along to draw the heat, too. Get the fuck away from me, you adolescent little stupid whore!” He slammed the suitcase lid shut.

“And you’d better keep your mouth shut about what all we did, or you’ll get your ass slammed into reform school so quick you won’t believe it. And I’ll be five states away by this time tomorrow, you can bet on that. No one’s ever found me, so don’t anyone try.” I nearly fainted from the verbal blows he rained on my loving, unsuspecting head, and then came the final blow. “And my real name’s not even Paul, so just forget me forever, dummy. You’re a loser just like your old lady. All you’ll ever be good, for is a quick lay for whoever sticks a cock into ya. Get the fuck outa my way, bitch!”

He dashed by me, down the stairs, slammed the front door, and I heard the car peel rubber as he left the curb.

I went to my room, threw myself face down on the bed, and then, numb with the shock and disbelief of the entire situation, I sobbed and cried as I relived every word he had spoken into my brain. That was the first time I ever cried over a man to whom I’d given myself in a vain search for love. It was not to be the last. Not by a damned site.
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Over the next year, my body changed quickly, my breasts filled out, my shape evolved, and with each passing day, I felt more like a woman. I tended to keep to myself, drifting at the edges of the other girls’ conversations, probably from the whole “Paul-gate”.

Occasionally, I’d share a Coke or join in a chat, but their endless gossip about boys, first kisses, and what passed for love at that age felt painfully shallow to me. I often had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing or saying something that would’ve left them speechless. I kept my thoughts private, choosing not to reveal the weight of experience and understanding I carried quietly inside me. In truth, my world felt miles away from theirs, deeper, more complicated, and far more real.

I immersed myself in my schoolwork, and my grades improved noticeably. Even with the morose thoughts that still filled my head when I remembered Paul’s phony love and his final epithets, I could still feel the flashing warmth of his touches, his kisses, and his caresses. I even awoke a few times at night from dreaming of the intensely hot penetration of his huge cock up, up, up inside me, filling me, almost teasing me, but satiating my sensuous heart and train with his enormous masculine invasion.

At times like that, all I could do was masturbate, and fuck the occasional man/boy for money. This pussy wan’t free anymore.

I became very adept to clitoral stimulation, then, as my excitement plateau was reached, the insertion, at first, of a finger or two, then later on the ramming and cramming in of everything from carrots and cucumbers that I’d stolen from the refrigerator to a three-cell flashlight that I damn near fell in love with, its fluted rim was so thrillingly satisfying. This served to sate my body’s lust, but my emotional starvation and mental deprivation of love could not be stemmed by just physical completion. I became more and more withdrawn into myself, introverted is the word, I guess I’d cotton to them easily, and having made it with a man, it was hard to let a boy slobber and paw over me, so I struggled along, doing without.
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Six months later.

“Hi, Bob,” I said with a smile as I walked into the living room.

Bob was one of Mom’s regulars, but he differed from the others. He treated me kindly, never stared at me the way Paul did, and always spoke with a quiet respect that stood out in our house.

Over the months, I developed a deep sense of affection and respect for him. Yes, he paid to fuck my mother, and I understood that on some level, but it didn’t change how I felt. For me, there wasn’t another man I would’ve preferred to have around. He treated Mom well, even though she still went out a couple of times a week to meet other clients.

In a world that often felt chaotic and hollow, Bob brought a strange kind of calm. It wasn’t perfect, but it was more than we usually got.

“Hey kiddo...” he smiled as he saw me.

By the time I turned eighteen, my body had changed a lot over the past few years. I had grown into a figure that often drew attention, full curves, a narrow waist, and a confidence I hadn’t quite earned, but had learned to wear like armor. My breasts were large for my frame, and my body, once awkward and uncertain, had become something people noticed without me trying.
I had an almost perfect body with a 36-24-32 measurement, but I hoped that my hips would catch up to the perfection - 36-24-36.

But underneath it all, I still carried the girl who had grown up feeling invisible, judged, or used. The mirror showed one thing; my heart felt something else entirely. Looking the way I did gave me a kind of power, but it was a power I didn’t always want.

“ ... Are you staying home this evening?”
“Nope,” I replied. “I’m going out with Emma and the girls for a while. But I’ll be home early.”
“Ok, but make sure you’re home early, you know how worried we get, and...”

The conversation was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a car horn.

“That’s Emma,” I laughed as I quickly flew out the door.
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“Hi,” the man, Brad smiled as I jumped into his car.

“Hi,” I whispered, sliding up close to the handsome youth.

“How’s my nympho tonight?” he teased.

“Ready to fuck, honey,” I giggled, grabbing at his crotch. “Ready to fuck.”

“My place, then, right?

“That’s fine with me,” I beamed. “Just as long as I get fucked.”

He drove around the corner and stopped by the lake. “Why wait that long?” he smiled.

My body was glowing with anticipation as I felt his hand creeping up under my skirt.

“Oh, Brad,” I teased. “What are you doing, you naughty boy?”
“Just screwing around,” he smiled.
“Ahhh, but you know the drill, money first, pussy later.

Brad handed me the money and continued groping me.

“I think you’re after a piece of ass.”

When his finger finally brushed against my soft warm pussy through the thin material of my panties, I let out a low moan and spread my legs further apart for him.

“God, honey,” he excitedly whispered. “Your hot cunt sure likes to be played with.”
“You better believe it,” I whispered. “She loves it.”

Completely turned on by the feel of his fingers on my steamy pussy slit, I lolled my head from side to side against the back of passenger seat, my eyes glowing with excitement. He stroked the crotch of my panties, letting a finger rub the hard clitoris just at the top of my oozing pussy.

Panting with desire, he pulled my skirt up above my hips so he could admire the lusty beauty of my panty-clad body.

“Oooooh, honey!” I shamelessly cried out. “Take them off!”

Anxious to bury his face in the hot wetness of my naked pussy, he quickly curled his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. His eyes drooled with lust when he saw my pink cuntlips of my gold-fringed pussy slit glistening in the bright sun.

Spreading my legs further apart, he excitedly watched my pussy open for him, my slippery lips, swollen with desire. Taking a deep breath, he pressed his face into the swampy warmth of my aroused pussy.

“Oh, shit!” I shrieked, feeling like climbing the walls as he began licking my pussy.

The way he was going down on me was fantastic and I was enjoying every cunt kissing moment of it. I would gladly fuck him for free, just because of the way he made my pussy feel and cum.

“Oooooh! Aaaaahhhh!” I squealed with joy, my hips writhing and bucking all over the seat as I frantically rubbed m, wet crotch against his face.

“Do you like it, darling?” he excitedly asked, temporarily coming up for air.

“Shit, yes,” I gasped. “But now I want to be fucked.”

“Are you really ready?” panted the turned-on John.
“Oh, yes, honey!” I moaned. “Stick your cock in me!”

We quickly moved to the back seat, and he pulled down his pants, anxious to bury his throbbing prick in my scalding cunt.

I spread out on the backseat, excitedly waiting for his hard prick.

“Hurry, honey,” I whispered. “I’ve never needed a fuck so badly in my life!”

With his thick prick throbbing up from between his legs, he lowered himself down over my semi-naked body.

Reaching beneath me, he cupped my asscheeks in his palms and pulled me up tighter against him. I could feel his bloated cock-head rubbing against my wet lips.

Then he pressed forward, the blunt head poked against my slit. Pushing gently, he moaned softly as I strained my hips to receive him.

Pulling my knees back as far as possible, I spread my legs even further apart, trying to help his penetration. Trembling with excitement, I grasped the cheeks of his ass and, wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull his thick prick into to my juicy tightness.

The fat head of his swollen prick pushed through the elastic opening of my lust-slickened pussy hole. My pussy slowly widened around his thick knob as it slithered inch by inch into me. Grunting and pushing, he kept forcing his cock forward until almost half of it was embedded in my writhing pussy.

“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned, feeling the heavenly pressure of his hotly throbbing cock-shaft pressing out deliciously against her soft-walled pussy.

“Oh, honey!” I panted when he was almost all the way in. “It feels so good, baby! So fuckin’ good!” I moaned softly, feeling the incredible stiffness of his hard prick sinking deeper and deeper into me. My face was aglow with the rapture I felt as whimpers of joy flowed from my parted lips.

“Oooooh, baby!” I sobbed, writhing and bucking beneath him, I couldn’t seem to get enough of his glorious cock as my burning lust increased with every thrust of his hard prickmeat.

“Fuck harder!” I screamed. “Just fuck the piss outa me!”

Brad quickly increased both the tempo and the depth of his strokes.

“Oh, yes ... yes!” I shrieked, loving the way his rampaging prick was now drilled into me, filling my cunt to the utmost, the same cunt that hungrily welcomed every hard plunge of his throbbing cock.

“Jesus, Sarah!” Brad gasped. “You’re sure a hot-cunted shit tonight!”

“I know!” I cried out, my eyes glowing with excitement. “So stop talking and fuck me harder!”

Increasing the speed, Brad drove harder, slamming his prick even deeper into my horny pussy slit. I could feel my slick cuntal sheath expanding and contracting deliciously around the meaty thickness as it pounded in and out.

I slammed my hips to meet his powerful thrusts, my sizzling cunt deliciously milking his bloated cock. Meeting his pounding loins with my own, I welcomed each marvelous thrust. My girly, oily juices were flowing all around his well-lubricated cock rod, but my strong pussy muscles clung tightly to his lust-slickened prick as they fucked on and on.

“Harder, honey! Faster!” I squealed. “I’m ready to come!”

My cunt was aflame with a million sensations that were driving me wild. I felt that if the intense ecstasy mounted any more, I would virtually explode. I clung desperately to him as the ecstasy increased and increased.

“Oh, fuck, honey, fuck!” she screamed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

The feel of his hard cock zipping in and out of my slick pussy was almost unbelievable. Squealing obscenities, my face distorted with passion as my head rolled back and forth on the cushion. Eyes staring crazily out the back window, my face was a blend of beauty and ecstasy as I writhed around under the wildly humping youth.

I finally reached a point where I thought I couldn’t stand another second of this intense pleasure, yet I didn’t want it to ever end.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I kept squealing, violently throwing my cunt up to better receive every thrust of his surging prick.

I felt that he was rapidly approaching his climax, and he sped up his tempo, wanting to shoot his load.

“Oh, yes!” I hysterically screamed.

Then I was suddenly engulfed by an overwhelming climax as my orgasmic juices began flowing hotly around the thick, hot flesh of his thrusting cock.

“Oh, fuck!” I suddenly shrieked. “I’m gonna come ... gonna come!”

My entire body was jerking wildly. The intense pleasure was suddenly increased when I felt his thick cum gushing out from the head of his prick, filling my spasming belly with his hot, creamy juices.

It was a long time since I experienced an orgasm as exquisite as this one, and I was still trembling like a leaf when Brad pulled his limp cock out of my cunt.

When I arrived home, thirty minutes later, Bob was still watching television.

“Hi,” she smiled.
“Hey,” he answered, pleased that I was home early as usual.
“Did you have a good time?, but wait ... You were only gone like an hour, what happened?”
“Gee, yes,” I answered, my eyes sparkling radiantly from my slightly flushed face. “It was super, but I was too tired, I need to get some zzz’s, so I think I’ll go to bed. I’m so tired.”

That was a regular Saturday for me.
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One night, months later, I heard Mom’s shrill, drunken voice from her bedroom. It caught my attention. I instantly got wet, imagining them fucking, so I loomed to their bedroom doorway.

I couldn’t help but admit that she’d taken pretty good care of herself over the years, although she was only thirty-five, and a long way from being an old woman. Her tits, heavy and round, but not yet pendulous, swung ponderously as she swayed seductively across the room, and the almost-professional way she sashayed her hips in a sensuous, undulating movement betrayed her pride in her voluptuous and eager body. I glanced at Adam as he lay on his side, watching the sexy parade that Mom put on.
She knelt before him and took his flaccid cock in her hand and gently began to stroke and manipulate it. Her other hand softly caressed and cuddled his manly bag of balls, and she laid her cheek on his belly and let her tongue wander idly across the hairy surface. Adam lay back and shut his eyes dreamily. When he opened them, he noticed me. I stumbled back, but when he closed his eyes again and gave himself over to Mom’s sensual caresses, I relaxed. A part of me wanted him opened his mouth and his hot wet tongue flash forth to lick my aureole as I placed the nipple of my left tit lightly against his beautiful soft lips. God, I felt I was back to Paul ... I imagined his hand coming up and grasping my breast firmly but tenderly, and as he kneaded with his hand, his suctioning mouth vacuumed and pulled my baby pink nipple erect.

Mom murmured something happily as she felt his cock gradually growing in her grasp, and then she lowered her hungry mouth, gaping wide to get the erect organ inside her face. She was grinning hugely at the sensually ripe feeling of his wonderfully hot cock, and her anticipation of being satisfied and fucked by such a handsome stud.

Her steamy cunt was in plain view for me. I saw the dripping of her juices as she gnawed on Adam’s cock, as she was digitally manipulated by his invading finger. Then as he withdrew his digit, I saw that on his next stroke he used two fingers to stab up her cunt, and in a few seconds he was using three!

I could see the tendons of his wrist and the back of his hand flex and wriggle as he violently waved his fingers separately and furiously within the confines of Mom’s cunt, and her hips responded to the multiple sensations of having her clitoris and her cunt walls stimulated at the same moment. Fluids trickled down his forearm as she involuntarily released lubricating liquids from her overeager snatch.

Adam’s left hand raise up to her bounteous asscheeks, spread them apart, and let his hand wander idly up and down her pink asscrack. Soon he dipped his fingers into the slick runoff from her cunt and returned to concentrate on her puckered asshole that loomed up like a full moon on my horizon. As he centered his attentions on the red sphincter, she whimpered and redoubled her attentions on his cock. It was extremely hot to watch. I knew Mom enjoyed her fucking, but I’d had no idea that she could look this hot.

As Adam’s finger tickled her asshole, Mom kept up her tuneless crooning, and as I saw Adam’s finger disappear up to the second knuckle in her tight anus, her body begin to tremble and vibrate. I could tell from the angle and position of his hands and fingers that he was literally shaking hands with himself inside Mom’s most intimate caverns. His hands stopped their penetration, and when he inserted a second finger up her ass, and had all four fingers in her slimy cunt, I could see the twisting motion that meant that he was rubbing his digits together inside of her, through the thin membrane that separated her cunt and ass.

That membrane was drenched with highly sensitive nerve endings, and I could see that she was going out of her mind. I watched Mom’s head turned and twisted, and she was actually growling a deep-throated snarl as she wanted Adam’s cock like a dog does with a bone or a shoe. She was gnawing and gumming and tearing at his enormous prick like she was really going to chew it off, grind it up, and swallow it.

Adam suddenly jerked his hands from Mom, sat up quickly, and pulled his cock from her mouth. She followed it with her eyes, and soon Adam was up on his hands and knees behind her on the bed.

“Wanta fuck, don’t ya?” he asked hoarsely, and Mom’s head bobbed rapidly and mutely in affirmation.

“O.K., up on your hands and knees, baby. I’m ready,” he said, and as she grinned and placed herself before him, with her head turned sideways on the bed and her arms out before her, awaiting his entrance hungrily. He rub his massive purple cock-head up and down her dripping cunt crack a few times till the flared knob was shiny and slippery with her cunt juices.

“Oh, boy, I love it doggy-style,” Mom murmured. “Shove it to me, Adam. Goddam, I want it!”

“My way? Ya want to do it my way, honey?” Adam asked.

“Oh, Christ, yes! Anyway, just do it!” Mom pleaded.

“Fine! Brace yourself, honey, ‘cause here it is!” Adam told Mom, and then I saw his palms placed on the huge rounded half-moons of her asscheeks, spreading her cheeks wide apart, he grabbed his cock with one hand and lunged right up Mom’s ass!

“OOOOOWWWWW!!! TAKE IT OUT YOU BASTARD OH MIGOD YOU TORE ME IN TWO OH GOD TAKE IT OUT YOU’RE KILLIN’ ME!!”

As she screamed and cursed and moaned, she fell flat on her chest and belly, writhing to evade the colossal cock that impaled her asshole. Adam fell forward with her, his monstrous weapon still halfway inside her anus. He lay still, neither trying to shove further inside, nor making any attempt to withdraw the rigid meat that so tortured Mom.

“Take it out, Adam oh please oh God I can’t take all of that big cock up the ass I’ve never had it in the back door before oh God you’re killin’ me you’re tearin’ me I’ll suck you or fuck you or do anything else you ask, but don’t fuck me in the asshole, Adam, honest, you’re killin’ me!”

“Just relax, honey. You’ve had the worst. You just lost your cherry, your ass cherry. I’ll bet you didn’t give up as easily when you got fucked the first time, did you? And it won’t hurt anymore, I promise you. The diameter is all you have to get used to, and the head’s in, and that’s the biggest part of a cock, so the worst is over. You can take a yard of cock up inside you, once you get used to the diameter, honey, so all you have to do is just calm down and relax. You liked it when I was fingering you, didn’t you?”

Mom nodded her head and emitted a soft “Mmmmm-hmmm”, and I saw tears had run down her cheeks from the pain of the initial penetration. But the squint left her eyes, and I could see her torso muscles soften as she relaxed under Adam’s tender and gentle encouragement. He began to rock forward and backward a few inches, not pushing it in, just slowly moving his body about. I could see a smile begin to form at the corners of her mouth, and after a couple of minutes of play, she spoke again.

“Help me back up on my knees, Adam. I think I’m ready now for some more. But Jesus Christ, boy, take it easy. I’d forgotten what pain was till you jabbed that telephone pole up my ass. If I say stop, you stop, y’hear?” As she lifted and backed, Adam got his hands under her belly and hoisted firmly till her weight was settled once more upon her knees and chest. He then got a handful of spit and massaged the base half of his shaft that was still sticking out of Mom. Telling her to relax and promising to be gentle, he pulled a couple of inches backward, and I could see the clinging, clutching walls of Mom’s insides coming out. It looked as if he was going to turn her wrong side out right through her asshole, but it slipped a little, and then he shoved.

“UUUUUUGGGGHHH!!! Oh, Good! Wait a second! O.K., but go slow, boy, wheee-eww! Feels like I’ve got all the cock in the world, up me now!” She reached one hand back under her, and I saw her grab the trunk of Adam’s prick.

“Goddam! Is there that much more left? I love cock, but you can get yourself too much of a good thing sometimes. Go ahead, big boy, keep it up, but slow like I said. It’s feelin’ better already. I just gotta remember to relax.” She released his cock and sprawled forward, her ass waist high, and Adam prepared to continue her initiation to cornholing.

I watched, entranced, as he withdrew his cock until just the flared head was captured at the rim by her tight sphincter ring, then he lubricated the trunk again and slowly slid the full eight inches up inside her, and the way her head was turned on the bed, facing me, I could see her eyes widen and her jaw drop at the enormous length, the apparent never-ending pole that he stuffed up inside her. Then a smile spread over her face, and she closed her eyes dreamily and murmured and sighed and wheezed as Adam alternately deprived her of her ass-filling meat and then crammed her bowels full again with long, hard, easy strokes.

“Oh, that’s good, Adam,” she whispered, “Just keep it up! Oh ... so good, yes slow and easy like that ... oh ... don’t ... don’t take it out.” But he stopped with the head still just inside the distended and tightly stretched hole of her anus.

“Ahhhhhh, yes, more, oh God is there more I can feel it clear up in my gut, my throat ... oh ... stop ... ah ... yes just leave it clear in for a minute ft feels so hot and wonderful and filling up in me that way!” And she went on and on.

I could see a few drops of blood that had trickled out from where Adam actually had torn her puckering string, but the numbness of continued abrasion had helped the new sensation of sexual thrills to drown the hurt, and Mom was totally unaware of the rip in her asshole.

Adam rested and alternately tightened and relaxed his thigh muscles to make his cock throb inside her channel, after a moment, he began fucking Mom’s asshole again, and soon he increased his speed.
He had the range to where he pulled it all out but that last inch of head, and then cram it in to the hilt with a mighty slam, and Mom was alternately going “ooooohh” and sucking her breath in as he withdrew, and then I’d hear her grunt “UUUGGHHH!” as he slammed the breath out of her when he impaled her full length with his pounding, rampaging meat. But the grin stayed on her face, and her whimpers of joy kept slipping out.

Then just as Adam was about to come, and I could tell by the tenseness of his muscles, and the expression on his handsome face, he pulled his cock out, slapped and shoved Mom on the side of her ass so that she lay face up, sprawled out on the bed, and then he leaped forward and sat on her tits, squashing them flat as he hunkered over her and shoved his gigantic cock into her mouth that was now open with surprise. I saw one jet of cum as it spurted clear past her head and off over the end of the bed. Then he had rammed his cock into her mouth.

“There, baby, suck me off!” he snarled, and his hips began pumping and pistoning as his rich creamy load was dumped spittingly into Mom’s jaws.

“Take it, and swallow it and have a good lunch, baby, yes that’s it lick it and clean it and keep it coming yes this load’s all yours Momma I’ll blow your tonsils out baby suck it suck, SUUUUUCCKKK!!!”

And then, exhausted, he slumped alongside Mom’s head, and she just turned her head and kept tugging and pulling at his meat with her lips and tongue and jaws, and her face was so full of his tool that even though she gulped rapidly, little rivulets of creamy jism seeped from her lips and dripped onto the sheet.

As Adam lay there, exhausted and panting from the exercise of fucking Mom in her ass, and blowing a gallon of cum into her face, Mom sat up on the side of the bed, one hand idly rubbing her drippy, sticky cunt hairs. She shifted over onto one cheek of her ass as she felt the tenderness from the pressure of sitting, and was made aware once again of the soreness of her recently ravage ass.
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It’s not that I had ever thought about fucking Adam, but that night ... I knew I wanted his cock, and for the next couple of months, it was been all I could think about. Life went on as usual: Mom cooked, Mom cleaned, Mom went out from time to time, in short, responded appropriately to him, but I saw less and less affection between them. Adam always had a look of frustration on his face. The need to make him happy grew, and after some time, all I could think about was offering myself to him, letting him fuck me anyway he wanted. I think he picked up on my wants.
His stare got longer. His hugs got tighter, pulling me into him so hard I could feel his manhood on my belly. His kisses on my forehead and cheek became more gentle and longer, more like the way a lover would kiss.