Ron Taylor
Mom Needs It, Too!
Karen Murphy leaned back, cupping the fullness of her tits. The nipples were big and swollen, aching almost the way they'd hurt years ago, when she was nursing Leanne and her tits would fill with milk to an almost unbearable degree. Karen's eyes closed as she squeezed down on her stiff, reddish-brown nips, and she felt the most delicious sensations ripple through the flesh of her tits.
Sweet Jesus, she was so fucking horny! She brought her thighs together and rubbed them against the itchy, tingling flesh of her pussy, purring softly as the feeling down there got very very nice. The interior of her body seemed to grow moist and she squeezed more firmly at her pointed nipples, accentuating the sensations.
She stretched out her legs, keeping the thighs tight against her cunt, and she moved her body back and forth over the edge of the chair. It felt good to be naked, and it felt even better to make her body respond. Christ! Someone had to do it!
Whoever said life was a ball, anyway? Karen had had a good man, but he was dead. She could still remember the exact sensation of his hard cock thrusting into her hot wet pussy in the moment of fucking, and her ovaries throbbed at the memory. After ten years she hadn't forgotten a goddamned thing about Pat's sex technique, and she knew she'd still remember the ripe heat of fucking him when she was on her deathbed. She had another man now, but she'd never really had him, and she damned sure didn't have him today.
Maybe it was her fault. Maybe she'd compared him too much, too often, to her former husband. Or maybe Walt was just no damn good. She knew that he'd fucked other women after their marriage. Christ! Other women, and he couldn't even keep satisfied the one he had?
Walt had moved out a month ago. He was living in a hotel downtown and, she was certain, fucking everything with legs and a cunt that he could get his cock into.
Karen let her hands slide down her stomach. At forty-two she was almost as firm as a teenaged beach girl. She tested the resilience of her flesh, approved it.
"Not bad for an old bag," she said aloud, looking up to catch her reflection in the mirror. She tossed her head, making a swirl of her shoulder-length red-brown hair, and she studied her image. Her skin was tighter than that of her own teenaged daughter!
She opened her legs, hands moving down into the auburn thatch of pussyfur, and she watched the mirror carefully as she massaged the bun of her cunt. The lips opened, exposing the reddish slickness of her interior.
She stroked her fingertips across the open trench, gasping softly as her sensitized flesh responded vibrantly to the touch. Her clit throbbed in expectation and she rubbed it a little more briskly, knowing better than to disappoint her clit. It was the one goddamn thing she could always rely on!
The feel of her finger, moving provocatively into the open hole of her pussy, made Karen stretch and moan. The finger moved into the wetness of her cunt. Not as tight as she used to be, but still snug enough to choke a man-sized cock and give it a fucking that was worth writing about. She moved her ass up and down in the chair, using her cunt muscles to pull the finger in and out of her pussy.
"Yeah, oh, God, yeah… " she panted, wiggling the fingertip around deep inside herself-down where all the hot horny itches were just waiting to be scratched!
She was getting wet inside now, as wet as if she'd just opened up and pissed all over the pussy-probing finger. Made the in-and-out so much easier. Karen sucked in her breath and let her pussy clench hoty, wetly, excitedly around her finger and she fucked it up into her hole, certain that she had as fine a cunt between her legs as there was on the planet.