Mrs. Haden, expert cocksucker that she was (it was a trait that clearly ran in the family), knew full well the effect she was evoking, she felt my cock getting harder…my balls getting tighter. She lifted her mouth from my testes and again squeezed me to a frustrating halt.
Reluctantly, but willingly (only because of what was to come), she moved away from my engorged cock and stood in front of me. Her erect nipples stood taut, the areolas drawn up around them.
She grunted as her lithe, mature, sensational mid-forties torso rose again to mount me, one hand waving and pointing to her cunt, like a maestro orchestrating our carnal composition to a crescendo. “I have to feel you inside me. I need to be fucked, and fucked hard. You know what to do. Do me like I just did you, don’t hold back. I need to have your big cock deep in me, for my pleasure. Do me while I ride you.”
I watched as if hypnotized as her pussy blossomed apart and started to throb powerfully, right in front of my eyes. “It is almost painful,” she moaned. “I need to be filled. I need you inside me.”
Again, she straddled me, like a jockey on her stallion. My cock was impossibly hard and pointed at her pussy, poised for entry. She didn’t touch it with her hands, she just let my rod find its target like the heat seeking missile that it is. The thick mushroom-shaped head found her saturated, dripping opening. The head of my cock was immediately covered with the juices oozing from her, more and more with each pulsation of her saturated inner walls. Her hot pussy was opening and closing…inviting me in completely. To come in and feel the warmth; the close, pulsating walls; the sticky cream that only a woman in heat can generate in such abundance.
She slid down on my cock, down slowly, deliberately…farther and farther until the back of her pussy apparently touched the tip of my cock…yet there was still a little more more to go until I reached the bottom of her tunnel.
Pushing down further, I had all of my manhood inside of her at last. The head of my cock was pressing against her cervix. Her silky mound rested against my pubis. I felt her soft pubic hair against me. I felt her pussy caressing the perimeter of me. She rose on it, slowly so that we felt the opposite of what I just felt. When she could go no higher, and dropped back to where we were…she sat there and savored the feeling again. Her pussy spontaneously squeezed me. Then, she started to ride me, hard, frantic, up and down, pumping me. I met her determined strokes with my own, lifting her ass from the couch and back into synchronized rhythm with me.
We were pumping as teammates now. Kitty’s mom’s eyes start to water from extreme pleasure. Her face contorted, her mouth opened to form a scream, but she must not scream. She was losing her breath…tears were streaming from her eyes. She quivered violently, then shook, then finally, she convulsed and bucked on her bronco. She was cumming as I have never seen a woman cum.
I had to hold onto her. I was afraid, happy, breathless, weightless. I pulled her to me for strength. I buried my face in her neck. I, too, had to fight the urge to yell, or scream, or cry out. I went up into her as far as I could and pushed there until I could go no farther.