“Wow! I guess I learned how to cum!” She gasped.
Logan was still hard.
“Oh my, God. Look at you! Come on what I want to tell you I want to tell you in the bedroom.”
Logan made it to the bedroom with his cock still at full staff. Taylor had a surprised look on her face.
“Oh, maybe we can talk later.”
That was an easy invitation, an offer Logan couldn’t refuse as his wife rolled on her back and opened her legs. This time it was his cum that began to leak from her cunt. Logan moved between her spread thighs and went balls deep in her. He began to fuck her slowly. Having not spoken yet Taylor broke into words.
“Oh, fuck. Hair trigger. Sorry. Fuck me. Fuck me. You’re making me cum.”
Logan was stunned. She was right there. Not as wild as crammed full of black cock with Cal, but Taylor was after his load of seed. She had never been aggressive with him like this. A loud moan and she was there. Her previously black fucked pussy was gripping his cock. Logan spurted a second load into the voracious blond as she went wild beneath him.
“Whew! Maybe we better talk in the kitchen. You probably need to replenish some fluids anyway.” Taylor giggled.
Logan was proud of himself in spite of watching what Cal had done to her the previous Sunday. Taylor poured them soft drinks from a 2-liter bottle.
Taylor took a drink and sat down the glass.
“Maybe Mom was right. It did make it better.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I guess we’ll sit here naked and I’ll tell you.”
Taylor smiled. Her boobs looked bigger. The nipple still hard like pebbles.
“You know that my Mom is the most uppity Mormon around. She buys into the whole religion. Runs the Relief Society. Has her nose in everything. About shit a brick when I told her we weren’t having a Temple wedding.”
“I’ll have to agree on that.”
“So, the very week of my wedding I come from school one period early. I went in the house and laid my books of the couch to go in the kitchen for a snack. I guess they didn’t her my car pull up. There was Mom bent over the center island stark naked, clothes and church garments on the floor. Behind her was Mr. Jenkins from next door with the biggest cock I could imagine shoved up her pussy.”
“Mr. Jenkins? The retired teacher from next door? The black Mr. Jenkins? Like sixty some years old Mr. Jenkins?”
“Yes, he was giving it to her good. The language out of Mom’s mouth was unbelievable. “Fuck me. Pound my cunt. Shove that cock in me deep!”
“What did you do?”
“I should have screamed. Instead I stood there and watched, even creeping to the doorway to get a better view. He was big. Mom was taking it all. Even bigger than Cal as good as an eighteen year old can remember. The image never leaves me, her fucking him like that. They fucked for about ten minutes without them knowing I was in the room. Then he growled and blasted his cum into her. Mom apparently got even more that he did out of it.”
“Jesus Christ! Your Mom? The church lady?”
“Yes, my Mom the church lady getting fucked from behind by a black neighbor. They still hadn’t seen me. Mr. Jenkins pulled out. Mom was reaching for paper towels when this homogenous load of cum surged out of her and onto the floor. Mom laughed and told Mr. Jenkins since they hadn’t fucked with him behind lately she had forgotten how much cum he put in her. She put a paper towel between her legs and handed one to him to wipe off his cock. Then she bent down to clean up the puddle on the floor. That’s we she looked up and saw me standing there.”