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.