She put a pillow between her legs to mute the sound, then twisted the switch-cap base to the on position with most of it already inserted into her body.
Buzz-zzz-zzz.
With her flesh and the pillow muffling the noise, she could scarcely hear the vibrator running, but she could certainly feel it. God, how she could feel it!
"Ooohh… ooohh… ooohhhhh!!" she moaned aloud, and fearing she might be overheard, she rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow beneath her head. Still holding the buzzing vibrator full into her snatch with one hand and the pillow against her crotch with the other, she drew her legs as tight together as they would go, simultaneously squeezing the pillow between her fleshy thighs and hunching it the way she used to hunch her husband when he managed to get her hot enough to coax her on top of him.
"Uunnn, uunnn, uunnn!"
Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but she was clenching her buttocks and working the muscles in her back and belly so hard and fast that the bucking motion of her overweight body made the bedsprings squeak with a rhythm that had gone unheard by the walls of this bedroom for more than three years.
"Mmmmmm… oh, God… it feels… soo gooooddd!!!" Eunice told the pillow.
And indeed it did. The tender walls of her ravenous vagina were receiving the full benefit of the whirling, off-center weight inside the tapering plastic tube. The best sensations, however, were being effected deeper inside her belly. The conical end of the instrument penetrated her sufficiently to touch her womb itself. As she humped the pillow between her thighs, the tip of the phallic-shaped object flipped continually back and forth over the supersensitive neck of her uterus, blasting that most feminine of all her female organs with jackhammer-like spurts of vibratory action.
"Aaaah…oooooh!" she moaned into the pillow, the fat on her rump jiggling as she fucked hell out of the other pillow, the juices dribbling down out of her pleasured pussy soaking into the pillow case, turning it wet and sticky.
Thousands of vibrations per minute were ricocheting around in her steaming loins, passing through her womb and into her abdominal cavity as well, making her visceral organs tingle along with the satiny walls of her fluttering pussy. Her throbbing clitoris stood out like a miniature, angry-red cock in the uppermost part of her dilated sex slot. By this time she was pressing the pillow to her groin with both hands, and was frenziedly scrubbing her blood-enlarged cuntlips and the raw-nerved head of her man in boat against the comparative coarseness of the secretion-drenched pillow case, with the vibrator full into her hidden tunnel all the while, buzzing happily away as it did the woman-pleasing job its manufacturer had intended.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh!"
It was getting too good. Eunice could feel her loins tightening with the bittersweet sensations of her impending climax. The damned-up tensions of her long abstinence were breaking free, sweeping over her in a floodlike flush of delicious warmth. "Mmm… mmmmmm!!!" she moaned, bearing down on the pillow between her legs, shuddering and twitching but otherwise stopping all motion. Then it hit her, the full impact of her orgasm, and after three years of building, it was brutally intense.
"Aaaaa-ggggaaaahhhh!!!" she groaned gutturally, burying her lust-contorted face even deeper into the pillow to prevent being overheard.
Buzz-zzz-zzz.
The vibrator was still going inside her, tickling the hypersensitive mouth of her convulsing womb, vibrating steadily away as the velvety walls of her sheath clamped down on it with the heartbeatlike rhythm of her muscular contractions.
"Cumming… God… ohhhh… cuuummmmiiinnnggg!!" she wailed.
The entire floor of her pelvic region joined in the spastic dance of her toe-curling climax. Because she'd gone without it so long, and had gotten worked up to a feverish pitch of desire heretofore unknown to her, Eunice was having a cum like she'd never had before. At long last her pleasure-starved body was getting the blessed relief it so desperately needed.
"Nnnnaaaahhhh… oooohhhh!!!"
The shock waves of her orgasmic ecstasy were threatening to rip her apart at the seams. Being used to satisfying but rather mild climaxes with her deceased husband, the forty-six-year-old widow, although she was quaking helplessly with the fantastic results, just couldn't believe that cumming could be so Goddamned wonderful as this! Her heart felt like it might explode at any second and she didn't give a tinker's dam if she did die, did die!
"Oooohhhh… oooouuuu… gawd, gawd… haaalllaaahhhh!!!" she screeched, and then went limp, sobbing brokenly as a series of spine-tingling tremors wracked her sweat-beaded torso, her asshole winking and her pleasure-soaked pussy grabbing spasmodically at the buzzing vibrator embedded in her rapturously heaving belly.
Afterward, Eunice felt as if she'd been wrung out completely. She couldn't remember ever being so totally relaxed in her whole life. With the stilled vibrator her husband had given her resting beneath her pillow – where it was going to stay from now on, handy whenever she wanted to use it again – she lay there smiling contentedly up at the darkened ceiling.
The faint noises of her married daughter receiving an adulterous screwing in the living room drifted back to Eunice's ears. She knew she should be alarmed, but somehow she couldn't seem to care at the moment. As long they didn't wake her innocent young grandson in the next room, Eunice's attitude was: Let them fuck! It's really none of my business, is it?
She honestly hoped they enjoyed themselves and, although she would've liked to hear the finish, she fell asleep before it came.
CHAPTER THREE
Although spring was officially several weeks away, it was a warm, beautiful morning in California's Imperial Valley and Eunice felt good despite the events of the previous night. The release of her pent-up tensions had left her with a sense of physical well-being. She got up early, as was her custom, and found herself humming as she took her morning shower.
Since Becky had started working at the night club, she generally slept until midafternoon. So Eunice made breakfast for Reed and herself, then sent the boy off to school with a hug and a pat on his plump little bottom. She stood on the porch in blouse and skirt and sandals, watching Reed until he disappeared around the corner of the block before she went back in the house to have a second cup of coffee.
For some reason which she didn't fully understand, Eunice didn't feel like censuring her wayward daughter this morning, though she supposed she really ought to. It wasn't an easy decision to make. Black was black and white was white, but although Becky had certainly committed a sin, the circumstances involved cast a gray tone upon her wrongdoing.
After all, Eunice reasoned, Becky is twenty-eight now, a grown woman in her own right. And separated. Of course she shouldn't be dating other men, much less having sex with one. She isn't divorced yet, and even if she were, that wouldn't make it right. But if I call her on it, she's going to know that I eavesdropped on them last night. How could I explain that? Not satisfactorily, I'm sure. It would be embarrassing for both of us, and almost certain to cause hard feelings between us. Still, I don't want her carrying on with that young man in the house, exposing Reed to that sort of vulgarity if he should happen to hear them and get up out of bed to investigate. I wish Becky would behave herself, but where the opposite sex is concerned, she just never has seemed to be able to. It's a weakness in her, I suppose, although I'll never understand where she got it. Certainly not from me or her father, God rest his soul. I raised her the best I could, too. Taught her right from wrong. But the way the world is nowadays…
And so Eunice's thinking went as she sipped second then a third cup of coffee at the breakfast nook in the kitchen. The mother in her didn't approve of what her offspring had done and insisted that she do her duty; while the woman her, after learning the hard way that female sexual needs can be every bit as demanding as those of the less moral male of the species, was trying to be understanding and compassionate about the distasteful matter.