She had forgotten about her daughter, about everything, except the sheer joy of having this glorious young man's lusting body against her crazily tingling female flesh. His hands had now dropped from her firm, wide-set breasts to fondle her hips and trace the lovely full convexities of her buttocks.
She moaned ecstatically, her arms reaching out to twine tightly around his neck, pulling his muscular bronzed chest into the soft whiteness of her breasts. She despised herself for the surges of hot longing that made her ache to have him inside her, to take her at will… Then suddenly she was released from the depraved bondage of desire, from her eighteen long years of sexual repression, the tremendous relief of acceptance clearing her mind of every thought but that of anticipation. She wanted him now, incredibly, that instant, and began to wriggle the lower half of her lush body sensually against him. He pulled her tightly to him and dropped one hand down between their desperately writhing bodies to take his hard, throbbing cock between his fingers and guide it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive, unaccustomed edges of her moistened pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter wantonness beneath him, not even daring to breathe.
Lani couldn't believe her eyes as she watched, or the tight sensation gripping her in the depths of her belly. The brutish tableau was beyond her comprehension, her one overpowering thought that somehow, someway, it was her mother's fault. Goddamn Mom and her lectures on morality and purity and watching out for me… what a bunch of crap! The daughter was unable to attach any guilt for the carnal scene before her to her boyfriend. Bob was a man after all and more importantly a man that she thought she loved. Defiant with the stubborn pride of a teenager, rebellious at the slightest hint of criticism about him, determined to prove to the world – and herself – that the first choice that she had made on her own wasn't a mistake in judgment, Lani saw Bob not as he was but as she desperately wanted to believe him to be. So as she looked at her boyfriend, at his rigid cock wavering above the wide-split furrow of her mother's moist pink cunt, she believed adamantly that he was the victim, not the perpetrator…
"Oh God," Ann moaned, her voice trembling as she felt the first shocking pressure of Bob's lust-enraged cock against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He shoved.
"Ooooh, no, waaaiiit – it's too much!" the now completely aroused young mother cried as the hugely swollen cock-head slipped through, stretching wide the small wet cuntal opening until Ann felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"God, no, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" She was almost screaming as she jerked open her eyes in fear and saw that he had not even heard her. He was lost in the throes of his maddened desire, and he was completely oblivious to everything else, even her pleading cries.
Suddenly, his face twisted into a contorted expression of sheer raw lust as he looked down at this older woman helplessly spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his blood-engorged penis disappearing excitingly up into the soft, curling hair of her pussy. He fell forward, then, his weight smashing her full, rounded breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick cock slid hard up into her pinkly glistening cunt, pushing the soft moist flesh of her long unused pussy in gently rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it, until with a loud groan from his throat, his balls smacked heavily into the quivering white cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"OOOOh! Ooooh!" she wailed beneath him. She had never felt so utterly filled in her life, and his rock-hard, heavily-veined cock felt as though it had torn her vagina into a thousand tiny shreds as he rammed into her without thought of mercy or injury to her tender, almost virginal insides. And now his cock lay sunk deep in her trembling belly, filling it to the point of bursting. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed tightly into the cruelly split flesh of her pussy, encased in the moist hot sheath like a brutally planted spike.
The young man levered her beautifully satin-smooth legs up off the ground in an arc far back over her head, pressing her feet harshly into the leaves on either side of her shoulders. Her tortured body was bent back double, the pain of her strained muscles almost overpowering. The glistening wet plane of her cunt was presented up to him as he quickened his vicious thrusts, the lewd intrusion making her dilated vagina grow and expand before his uncontrolled assault, the heavy weight of his muscular loins crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he lunged forward with all his strength to sink his cock as deep as he was able into her smooth white belly.
The pretty secretary groaned defenselessly beneath him, her face showing a mixture of the pain, humiliation and pleasure she was feeling. She tried not to move as she felt the pain wondrously easing with the stillness of her body. His hands cupped her full naked breasts, twisting and squeezing them with savage brutality, teasing and tugging at them until she thought they would burst from the wild manipulations. Then, as if a miracle had taken place, she felt her pleasure increasing and the warmly seeping walls of her cunt began to clasp hungrily around his thick, blood-engorged rod, her hips slithering up wetly to devour the length of his lust-hardened flesh, for the first time in 18 years. His hugely swollen balls still smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of her buttocks, making the sensitive area tingle and contract as she began a slowly tentative, rhythmic undulation to meet the long, spearing strokes of his fucking.
Ann's horrified young daughter stood in almost hypnotic fascination as she watched with utter disbelief her mother's growing response to the powerful thrusts of her own boyfriend. The years of filial bond with her mother had instilled in her a closeness that made what Ann was doing even more of a betrayal than if she had been just another girl. Ann was like a carbon copy of her daughter as she writhed and moaned hedonistically under Bob's muscular body, and this added to the shock and hurt Lani felt at having found her mother there. The young teenager was enraged and embittered by the even more flagrant abuse of essentially seeing herself, a mirror image of what it was like when Bob fucked her. It was a terrible lampoon of the love she felt! A filthy satire of what she considered to be above the animalistic ruttings of two people copulating! Instinctively defiant at what she subconsciously considered to be a perverted characteristic of her relationship with Bob, Lani still felt a close-knit projection with her mother, one which made her wince with pangs of simulated passion – and this closeness only served to exaggerate her emotions further. It was like adding color to a black and white photo, making the details, the richnesses stand out sharply, to etch themselves forever on the retinas of the tortured girl's mind.
Ann felt no pain now, and her eyes were tightly closed as she writhed beneath Bob Seikerd in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement. Bob sweated over her, moving suddenly into a series of longer, smoother plunging strokes, that brought his lust-thickened penis almost all the way out of her softly clutching vagina on the backstroke, and then ramming forward into her until he could feel the huge, blood-swollen head of his cock colliding hard against the cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside. The fire of animal lust raged out of control in his madly fucking loins and he was aware of nothing else in the world but the fact that a beautiful, full bodied woman was responding under him to his skewering cock and frantically roving hands. Spurred on by Ann's wildly pitching body and the way she kicked with her heels against his shoulders, he dug more deeply into her, pinning her flatter to the ground and restricting her movements until she thought she would go thoroughly mad unless she could move with him as freely as she wanted. He raised himself over her in a push up position, his hands dropping from her passion-flushed breasts to grasp her ankles and pry them farther apart and level with her upper torso for leverage.