Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Son-In-Law (Mf, anal)
Date: 9 Oct 1995 14:15:37 GMT

Editor's note: Part of a larger work, of which there is no trace.

			    The Son-In-Law

	[Now let me tell you about my mother and father-in-law and
what happen in the first week after that got here. Well the first
night I told Ann that I would fuck her and for her to get ready. Let
me have her tell you about it.]

	I was caught up in the web of my own lust. I had seen the look
in Jan's husband's eyes, the way he examined me. I hoped he did not
think I was too old for sex. From the way he looked at my tits and ass
and legs I was not to him. My pussy quivered when I thought of all the
wonderful times I had in store for me.

	I suspected the Master was well-hung and I moaned softly as I
pictured the man's cock and balls pink and hard with arousal. I could
almost taste his cock in my mouth. How lovely it will be. I knew the
Master had all the pussy and asshole that he wanted to fuck, but I was
certain I would be able to turn him on to the ripeness and maturity of
my body. I took good care of that body. I had all the equipment that a
woman needs to drive a man crazy. I opened my robe and ran my hands
over my heavy tits.

	Every man who had ever seen her naked had told her she had a
body built for fucking. They all went wild over my tits. My pear-
shaped tits were big and heavy, with long dark nipples and a slight
droop that made them like like ripe mangoes. They were big enough so
that when I was really turned on to playing with myself, I could lift
a tit and take a nipple into my mouth. I loved doing that. There was
something terribly erotic about it and I had often turned myself on by
sucking my tits.

	Next to my tits, the part of my body I was most proud of was
my ass. I had a gorgeous firm ass, big enough to attract a second look
from any man, or woman, but not too big to look bad in clothes.

	Opening my legs, I ran both hands along the insides of my
thighs and up to my pussy. I could feel the heat from my crotch. I
could see how my thick cuntlips were swollen with need. I teased
myself by touching the hairy lips of my pussy with my fingertips. Just
a touch, no more. I did not want to masturbate. I wanted to save
everything I had for the Master.

	I had been told that I must dress up for him. Why not I
thought. He was the Master and could have any thing he wanted. It had
been a long time since I had on frilly things, sexy lingerie like
garter belts, and hose. I would have my sexy underthings covered up by
my robe when he came in.

	Moving quickly to my bedroom I fished out a black see-through
bra with the nipple holes cut out, black garter belt, and sheer black
stockings. I chuckled to myself as I laid them out on the bed. I knew
I was a garter-belt-and-hose freak, and I had always enjoyed turning
men on that way.

	Slipping off my robe, I began dressing up in my sexy black
underwear. Just having the filmy things on my body made me tremble
with excitement. The bra, in particular, had a special construction
that made my tits look deliciously lewd, and to highlight the nipples
that stuck out I put red lipstick on them. The sheer black stockings
turned my legs into lovely erotic pillars.

	When I stepped into a pair of mules with four inch heels, the
seductive ensemble was complete. Putting on my robe again,

	I returned to the living room just in time to hear the Master
come in. I quickly arranged myself on the sofa with my robe parted to
show the sleek white skin of one thigh above the top of my stocking.

	"Hi Ann," the Master said. "Hello, darling," I replied.

	I caught his hot glance at the opening of my robe and blushed.
For a moment I wondered if I would be able to go though with my plan
to seduce my new son-in-law. Then a vision of how his cock must look
when it was thick and hard and thrusting up from his crotch came into
my mind and convinced me to carry on. I could have him. I was
determined to have him fuck me, to have his body in my hands and the
sweet taste of his cock in my mouth and pussy.

	He came into the room and there was a glint in his eyes. My
thigh was still uncovered, and now he stared at it boldly. Pretending
I did not notice his glance, I seductively crossed my legs to let him
see more. Smiling as we chatted about his work at the shop he sat down
beside me on the sofa. You look very pretty today, Ann. I blushed. I
wondered if he could smell the cuntjuice oozing out of my troubled
pussy. I was hot! I felt like tearing his pants off and stuffing his
cock in my mouth.

	"It must be this robe," I said. "I always look good in
black."

	"And black underneath?"

	"Oh, that's private!" I said softly. "Am I forgetting to keep
my robe closed?"

	"I'd like to see it all," he said.

	"I'm your mother-in-law," I said huskily.

	"I know you've got underwear on. It's not as though you're
naked under that robe," he said. Of course he's right, I thought.

	"Let me see more," he said.

	"Oh I couldn't, I'm too embarrassed."

	Oh come on Ann, it's just the two of us here. Why can't a guy
see his mother-in-law in her underwear? It's too damn hot in the
house, anyway, so you just take off the robe and make yourself
comfortable. Is that something terrible?"

	"No, it's not something terrible," I thought. "I know it's
what I want to do." I could not bring myself to do it all at once.
Instead, I loosened my robe and let it slip off my shoulders.

	"It is hot in here," I said quietly.

	He gazed hungrily at the swell of my lush tits encased in my
sheer bra, with the nipples sticking out all red, large and succulent.
The sexy shape of my tits in the fancy black bra was enough to make
his mouth water.

	"You are pretty," he whispered. Conscious of the wetness
between my thighs, I squirmed my ass on the sofa cushion. My heart
pounded with my excitement. I loved a chance to show off my body like
this to a man. Since the bra was practically transparent, he could
certainly see more of my tits than before and the hard protrusion of
my nipples was an acute embarrassment.

	At that moment, my blood raced when I glanced down at his
crotch and saw the outline of his stiff cock. He looked big! There was
really no turning back now. I was too far gone for that. My mind
whirled at the realization that what I had been dreaming about was
finally coming to pass. I reveled in the admiration in his eyes as he
continued staring at my heaving tits. I imagined how it would feel to
have him sucking on my fat nipples. A shiver of intense pleasure
coursed though my body as I thought of his lips pulling on my
sensitive nipples.

	"I really ought to cover up," I said weakly. "It isn't right."

	"No!" he groaned. "Open your robe all the way, Ann. Let me see
all of you!"

	I groaned. I told myself I really was showing him all of me.
It was true my sexy underthings were a bit lewd, but it was a fact
that with my robe off I still wasn't the same as being nude. With
trembling fingers, I opened my robe all the way and peeled it off my
body. I flushed with pleasure at the lust in his eyes. Pulling back my
shoulder to emphasize my tits, I opened my legs a bit more to reveal
my crotch which was outlined my my garter belt.

	"You're a dream," he said.

	My heart pounded as I watched his eyes rake over my body and
finally come to rest on the mound of my pussy. I wondered how much he
was aware of my fat swollen cuntlips? Was he aware of how juiced up I
was? I flared my nostrils, imagining that I could smell myself, and
trembled at the thought that he might detect my scent. My tits seemed
ready to burst out of my flimsy bra. The flesh of my thighs bulged
over the tops of my stockings. The exotic smell of my perfume and
cuntjuice wafted into his nose and brought a shiver to his spine and
to his throbbing cock.

	"You are beautiful mother-in-law."

	A woman always likes to hear that. I smiled. Then I added, "I
don't feel uncomfortable any more having you see me like this. It's
not as though I'm naked." I rose up, leaving the robe behind, and
walked on my high-heeled mules to the stereo against the wall.

	Now, for the first time, he saw how lovely my nylon-clad legs
looked perched on high thin heels. He also drank in the sight of my
ass, so luscious-looking so lewdly framed by the straps of my black
frilly garter belt. His cock was now so hard and swollen it threatened
to burst out of his pants. With a groan he slipped his hand to his
crotch to adjust the position of his bloated cockhead.

	I turned just in time to see him pull his hand quickly away
from his prick. "His cock is stiff," I thought. "I've given him a
hard-on." I had a lewd image of his rampant fuck meat springing out
of his pants, long and hard and dripping juice. "How I'd love to suck
him now," I thought. I could feel my nipples throbbing with desire, my
cunthole twitching and gushing juice.

	Soft music came out of the stereo speakers now, and my body
instinctively swayed to the rhythm. My heart pounding, my eyes fixed
on him, I raised my hands to my tits and fingered my stiff nipples.

	"I think we ought to have some wine," I said. I brought out
some chilled wine, filled two glasses, and gasped as I handed one to
him. He had his cock out.

	When my back had been turned, he'd opened his pants and fished
out his long hard prick. I stared at it transfixed, the look in my
eyes gradually changing from shock to lust. "Oh, my," I said at last,
"that's a beauty, the biggest cock I have ever seen." He grinned. He
seemed very much at ease with himself, and I wondered how many people
he'd shown his cock to like this.

	He certainly had nothing to hide; it was a magnificent prick,
long and thick and capped by a fat mushroom shaped head. I stared at
his fuck meat now, and my pussy quivered with hunger and flooded my
panties with cuntjuice.

	"You really turn me on," he said. "You really do, Ann."

	"That's obvious," I laughed. I was still standing there in
front of him, my legs slightly apart and my belly thrust forward.
Sliding my hands up to my tits, I cupped and squeezed them through the
flimsy fabric of my bra. His response was to close his fist around his
cock and slowly pump it.

	"You're playing with yourself," I said in a weak voice, my
eyes riveted on the lewd motion of his hand. "You're a big man," I
teased. "I suppose you want me to strip for you, like the girls in the
places downtown."

	"No, what you have on is just what I want," he said. "Just
finger your nipples some more."

	How aggressive he was! I loved it. It made me feel like a
young girl, like a female slave revealing her body to some Oriental
sultan. I no longer had fears about whether he would like my body. I
could see the lust in his eyes, the hot lust of a man looking at the
body of a mature woman.

	With trembling fingers I took my tits in my hands. He caught
his breath as he gazed at my large heavy tits. Each melon like globe
was capped with an enormous brown nipple that vibrated with the
movements of my body. He'd never seen tits as luscious and beautiful
as these, not on any of the girls he knew, not anywhere! He'd known
all along that his mother-in-law had big tits, but seeing her naked
flesh for the first time was a tremendous thrill. He had two hands on
his cock now, his fingers slowly stroking his foreskin up and down
over his cockhead.

	I had eyes for nothing but that rosy fat cockhead, that
delicious looking knob whose slit was oozing clear cockjuice. I
thought of all the things a woman could do with a cock like that, all
the ways to play with it, suck it, and fuck it. I wondered how much
cream he hand in those big hairy balls. How shameful it would be if he
brought himself off with his hand and I lost some of his jizm into the
air!

	Moving my hands up from my waist, I hefted the weight of my
tits, cupped the heavy globes and offered them to him.

	"Do you like them?"

	His reply was the croaking sound of a deep groan as he lurched
off the sofa and took me in his arms. Lowering his head, he fastened
his lips on one of my long nipples and began hungrily sucking at it.
He mauled the other tit with his hand, squeezing and fondling and
pinching until I mewled with pleasure.

	The feel of his wet cock pressing against my belly made me
tremble. I moved my body against his rigid fuck meat, hesitantly at
first, and then with more gusto. Whatever reserve I had was quickly
swamped by the heady feeling of unbridled lust with suffused me mind
and body.

	"Oh, do my other tit!" I crooned. "Suck it hard!"

	He immediately moved his slobbering mouth to do my bidding.
The abandoned nipple was left swollen and raw, dripping with his warm
saliva. The sensitive spike of flesh now tingled in the aftermath of
his forceful suction.

	A sigh of contentment came out of my throat when his hands
finally moved to my ass. Having my asscheeks mauled by a man's hands
had always delighted me. He began kneading my meaty ass with his
strong hands. His fingers gradually slipped further and further into
the deep dark crack between my ass cracks, until at last he boldly
rubbed a fingertip over the tight puckered ring of my asshole. I
moaned with delight at the audacity and lewdness of his probing
finger.

	Pulling his mouth off my tit with a slurping noise, he gazed
hotly at the dense bush of cunt hair that covered my crotch. I blushed
as I felt a fresh flood of cuntjuice gush out of my pussy to stream
down the insides of my thighs. Was he aware how wet I was? Would he be
turned off by my thick slippery cuntjuice? I wanted his mouth.
Breathing heavily as I gazed down at him, I used my hands to pull his
face against my cunt bush.

	He was no novice. He knew what I wanted, and his eager tongue
soon had sounds of ecstasy gurgling out of my throat. He continued
sucking up the cuntjuice drooling out of my hairy pussy until my knees
were weak and I had to push him away in order to lie down on the sofa.
Raising my knees and opening my thighs, I offered him my ripe steaming
cunt. "Please eat it," I hissed, "suck my pussy son-in-law, darling!"

	If he was shocked by my abandonment, he showed none of it. His
eyes drank in the sight of my nylon-clad legs pulled back to show the
hairy nest of my cunt and asshole. I shivered as I watched his fist
slowly masturbate his thick hard cock. "Please!" I breathed. "Tell me
again," he said. "Tell me what you want Ann, Mother-in-law." "Please
eat my pussy!" I groaned. "It's been so long! Please, Master, honey, I
need it badly! "

	His eyes glittered as he moved into position. He'd had
fantasies about lapping this cunt, her pussy was just like he'd
imagined it thick lipped and fleshy and drenched with juice. He'd
sucked pussies before, but never the cunt of an older woman. There was
a ripeness about his mother-in-law's cunt that made him almost
feverish with lust.

	My thick drooping cuntlips glistened with a sheen of milky
juice. The long shaft of my clit ended in a fat pink knob that seemed
to beckon to him. He could see my cunthole, a dark pink red hole
filled with whitish syrup, and it was there his tongue probed first.

	"Ummmmmgggghh," I groaned as his tongue slithered into the hot
grip of my cunt mouth. I felt so completely wanton, lying there with
my legs spread open and my son-in-law's mouth fastened to my gaping
hole. I was hard to believe the reality of what was happening. There
was something special about the act, something deliciously primitive.
I never felt more like a woman than when a man had this mouth filled
with my cunt flesh.

	I gazed down fondly at his head between my thighs. My legs
looked so terribly wanton in dark nylons, and my four inch heels! It
seemed so lewd to have him sucking my pussy while I wore a garter belt
and stockings! I began bucking my ass, pumping my cunt against his
sucking mouth, grinding my cunt meat against his nose and lips and
tongue.

	"Suck me!" she crooned. "Suck my pussy please! Eat me Master!"

	Sliding my hands down over my belly and into my crotch, I
pulled my cuntlips open to show him the wet red meat of my cunt. I was
too much for him. Overwhelmed by the urge to suck my ripe hairy pussy,
he swooped his mouth down and began gobbling my juice drenched crotch.
I moaned, bucking and grinding my hips to get the maximum friction on
my quivering clit. I grabbed his head, fondled his ears, ran my
fingers though his hair. I wanted very much to watch his lips and
tongue working on my meat of my cunt, but the position we were in made
it difficult and I had to be content with feeling his mouth and
listening to he sounds he made. I was thankful he was experience
enough to pay attention to my clit.

	I didn't come. I thought I would, but then I decided to forego
the pleasure, to wait until I had him in bed. I gently pushed him away
and rose up from the sofa. His mouth glistening with cuntjuice. His
eyes moved from my tits to my cunt and back to my tits again. It
turned me on to act lewd and cunty, to taunt him with the hanging
melons of my tits. Hefting the weight of my tits in my hands, I tugged
out my long nipples and chuckled at the way he cursed under his
breath. I was thankful that I had been given heavy ripe looking tits,
the kind meant for sucking and fucking.

	He rose up from the sofa, he still had his cock sticking out
of his fly. I hadn't touched him yet, thinking I ought to wait, but
now the temptation became too great and I reached out to run my
fingers over his stiff meat of his rampant prick. "Oh, that's nice," I
crooned, a bit drunk with the feel of his hot fuck pole in my hand. I
milked him gently, not wanting him to spill his jizm so soon, but
delighting in how obviously sensitive he was to stimulation by my
hand. A large drop of clear cockjuice oozed out of the slit in his
rosy cockhead and fell to the floor.

	I slowly pulled his foreskin back and forth over the flared
rim of his cockhead and looked into his eyes.

	"Do you like this?"

	"You know I do!"

	Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I sat down on the
sofa and leaned forward to press my face against the hot flesh of his
cock. The lusty male smell of his prick and balls was delicious. I
sniffed at the base of his cock and then underneath in the crotch hair
at the top of his balls.

	Sliding my fingers up between his thighs, I lifted his balls
to my mouth and kissed the wrinkled soft skin of the sac that held
them. The abundance of randy male meat pressed against my face made me
giddy. I teased him by plastering little kisses along the lower half
of his cock and the top of his balls. I loved jiggling a man's balls
with my fingers, probing his eggs and tickling underneath between his
balls and his asshole.

	He groaned when I finally moved my lips up to his bloated
cockhead and took half the length of his cock deep in my mouth. He
realized immediately there was something special about the way I
worked my mouth on his cock. I was a mature woman, old enough to be
without inhibitions about cocksucking, and I did not mind having him
see how hungry I was for his fuck meat. My eyes closed, my nostrils
flared, my lips stretched into a clasping ring, I gradually worked my
mouth down to the base of his cock until I had his fat cockhead
jabbing at the back of my throat.

	After the deepest penetration possible, I slowly pulled back,
leaving a trail of my saliva on his throbbing cockshaft. "Oh, my!" he
groaned. I looked down, his eyes feasting on the sight of his mother-
in-law's mouth stretched wide by the thickness of his cock. He'd had
more than one person go down on him, but somehow this was infinitely
more exciting. His mother-in-law was gluttonous. I sucked hard, moving
my mouth up and down this cockshaft, slurping my tongue over his
cockhead when I pulled back, squeezing and tugging at his balls with
my hand.

	Putting his hands on my shoulders, he began gently rocking his
hips back and forth, fucking my mouth with a slow rhythm. My blood
raced with feverish excitement as I allowed my son-in-law to take over
things and fuck my mouth with his lovely thick cock. I hadn't allowed
a man to do that to me in a long time. He was fucking my mouth and
would flooded my tonsils with a tremendous load of his hot jizm. I
would have the pleasure of a real gush of his tasty cock cream. Moving
my fingers under his swollen balls, I began probing the tight ring of
his asshole.

	`If anyone I know could see me now, they would say I've gone
crazy,' I thought. There I was sitting on a sofa wearing nothing but a
open nipple bra, garter belt, stockings, and high heels, pushing my
finger up my son-in-law's ass while he fucked my mouth with his cock.
I began fucking his asshole with my finger. I could tell by the way he
responded that he had much experience with that sort of thing. I had
been taught to finger fuck assholes. I enjoyed the power I had over a
man when I had a finger up his ass. He was shuddering and groaning as
his cock pumped my mouth and my finger pumped his asshole.

	I caught the first vibrations in his balls that signaled he
was about to come, and I readied myself by pulling my mouth back and
sucking only the knob of his cock. A moment later, clenching his teeth
and groaning, He began pumping spurt after spurt of thick hot jizm
down my throat. Mewling with delight, I sucked hungrily on his
spewing cockhead and squeezed his balls to get all he had to give.

	At the end I saved up a mouthful of his cum and rolled it over
my teeth and gums to get the full taste of it before finally
swallowing it down. When I at last turned my head away from his cock,
I blushed at my gluttony for the fresh jizm.

	"Oh, that was good. Ann You give great head mother-in-law!"

	Holding his balls in my left hand, I looked up at him. There
was no mockery in his eyes, only satisfaction and calm appraisal that
made me feel very feminine. Tenderly cradling his balls in my hand, I
jiggled them lightly. I squeezed his cockhead and watched a final drop
of jizm ooze out of his pisshole. Conscious of his eyes on me, I
leaned forward and lapped up the milky drop with my tongue.

	I was past the point for no return now, I knew that. I was now
involved in an incestuous affair with my son-in-law. His hard lean
body turned me on as I hadn't been turned on in years. I wanted very
much to take him to the bedroom now, but the quivering of my pussy
distracted me and I could no longer resist touching myself.
Continuing to hold his hairy balls in my left hand, I slipped my right
hand between my thighs and fingered my meaty, juice soaked cuntlips.

	Did I dare masturbate in front of my son-in-law? The idea was
so shocking and exciting, I found it impossible to resist. Fluttering
her fingertips over my drooping cuntlips, I finally pried them open
and probed the quivering mouth of my cunthole. I scooped out some
thick cuntjuice with a fingertip and smeared it over my clit.

	"That gets me hot!" he hissed. He gazed down at me, the way my
heavy, big nippled tits hung down like two ripe melons, at the way my
juice coated fingers moved between the lips of my hairy cunt.

	He'd seen his wife and other girls bring themselves off but
never a woman like Ann. I was so damn sexy! He remembered the feel of
my finger up his ass, the way I reamed his asshole while sucking his
cock. The memory slowly hardened his cock again and tightened his
balls still cradled in my hand. "I can't help myself!" I moaned. "You
don't mind, do you, darling? I need some relief. I'll have just a
little come, just a little one to simmer me down. Otherwise, I don't
think I can make it to the bedroom! "

	My tits jiggled in a crazy dance as I rubbed myself faster and
faster to climax. First came a series of small shudders, and then a
rasping moan as the orgasm shook my body. It was over very quickly.
Delicious! I said. I looked at his face and blushed, and then I leaned
forward and affectionately kissed the knob of his hard cock.

	"I want us on a bed now," I said.

	I rose up, unsteady on my high heels, aware of how wanton I
looked wearing nothing but a garter belt and nylons, and my tits
sticking out of my bra. I walked ahead of him, thrilling at the feel
of his eyes on my naked ass. Did my ass turn him on? I couldn't resist
wiggling a bit to entice him further. He was more then just enticed as
he followed me, his eyes on my ass. The gentle wobbling of the globes
of my asscheeks was unbearably beautiful. He'd never been much of an
ass-man but now that he had his mother-in-law's meaty ass swaying in
front of his eyes he was beginning to see the possibilities.

	I bent over and he found himself with his face almost touching
my ass, and he suddenly grabbed my thighs and nuzzled his nose into
the deep dark crack between my asscheeks. I froze, holding my body
motionless as my son-in-law lewdly pushed his face against my ass. My
knees felt weak and my head pounded as I reached my hands back to pull
open my asscheeks. I waited expectantly, hoping and shuddering, my
legs slightly apart, my body bent slightly forward.

	The first touch of his tongue on my asshole made me squeal
with delight. Oh you nasty man! I laughed. I pulled away from him,
fearful that I might lose all restraint and make a pig out of myself.
It was good to tease him a little. I now knew that I would be able to
get him to fuck me in the ass. The thought of my tight asshole sucking
the jizm out of this cock brought a soft moan out of my throat.

	Inside the bedroom I climbed on the bed and posed for him with
my legs spread obscenely open and my hands shaking the globes of my
tits. "Come over here!" I cooed. "I want my hand on your prick!"

	He stood beside the bed with his hips thrust forward and his
cock and balls dangling near my face. I played with him. His hard cock
was standing almost straight up, and from underneath it looked
enormous. His balls also looked huge, big and swollen with cockjuice.
When a drop of his cockjuice appeared at the slit of his cockhead, I
dabbed it off with a fingertip and rubbed it over one of my thick
nipples.

	"You can put your cock between my tits," I said, "would you
like that?"

	He grinned. Climbing over me, he settled his cock and balls
between the creamy mounds of my tits. Using both hands, I pressed my
tit flesh together to make a warm cavern for his throbbing cock.

	"Such a lovely cock!" I said huskily. "Move up and let me suck
it a little. That's it. What a luscious prick! I'll just take it in
my mouth for a second." I was careful not to excite him too much. I
wanted his second load somewhere else beside my throat. When I finally
pulled my mouth off his cock, he shifted off my body and told me to
turn over.

	"What?"

	"Turn over on your belly, Ann."

	Giving him a coy look as I rolled over, I said, "Are you going
to do nasty things to me again?"

	He straddled my legs and gazed down a the billowing mounds of
my ass. He ran his hands over the contours of my asscheeks and finally
pulled them open to expose my asshole. I had fine hair growing in the
crack of my ass and around my tightly closed asshole. He grinned as he
watched my shit hole suddenly push out and flare open. Opening and
closing my asshole by flexing and relaxing my ass muscles, I wiggled
and squirmed on the mattress. How delightful it was to offer my ass to
my son-in-law like this!

	He slipped a hand underneath and wet one of his fingers with
my cuntjuice. Moving his finger up the crack of my ass, he probed and
pushed it into my shit hole.

	"Ummmggghhh," I groaned. "Oh, What are you doing? Oh, my. be
careful, honey! oh, yes! It feels good! Easy, baby! nice and easy!"

	He began a steady fucking of his finger in and out of the
tight hot grip of my rubbery asshole. I found it difficult to believe
the reality of it all. I had obviously been fucked in the ass many
times. He giggled softly at the thought. I pushed myself onto my hands
and knees. Then I lowered my shoulders and raised my ass up in the air
to offer it to him.

	"Do it!" I groaned.

	"Where, Ann dear? Where do you want it? "

	"Oh," I groaned, "put it in my ass."

	He giggled. He decided to tease me, to drive me wild, to make
this one of the memorable fucks of his life. There was just no
comparison between fucking a woman like his mother-in-law and younger
girls. Look at the way my tits hang down. I reminded him of a cow,
with my big ass and big tits and meaty thighs. Pulling his finger out
of my asshole, he wiped it off on the bedsheet and curved his body
over my back.

	He pressed his face against my neck and whispered in my ear,
"When was the last time you were fucked in the ass, Ann."

	I groaned, "This is no time to talk about that."

	His hands clutched my hanging tits, his fingers pulling down
on my nipples.

	"Tell me," he said.

	"It's been a long time," I moaned. "Please, if you're going to
do it do it now!"

	Holding his cock with his fist, he centered his cockhead on
the puckered ring of my asshole and pushed in. It was easy. I opened
to his cock like a hot flower, moaning and gasping as he pushed his
throbbing fuck-meat into the steaming depths of my hungry shit tube.

	"Oh," I groaned. "Fuck me, honey. Please fuck my ass master!"
His teeth clenched in a grin of wild delight, his blood racing, his
hands squeezing the hanging fruit of my fat tits, He began pumping his
thick cock in and out of my quivering ass.

	"Oh, Master," I moaned.

	He pulled back to look down at the incredibly delicious sight
of his cockshaft sliding in and out of the stretched ring of my
asshole. I had taken him without any grease, without even any spit,
and yet now my asshole sucked on his cock like a tight hungry mouth.