Just as she had done with with Kevin Hardin that night, she swallowed the load down, but it wasn’t the same. For one thing–it wasn’t near as much. And she didn’t feel like the dirty little whore—the way she felt when Kevin had grunted and creamed his big cum load between her cock sucking lips.
“OH,” the thought made her wet. Marge sat back up on her husbands face. Her hands were on her hips and she rotated her little butt round and round.
“C’mon, Billy. SUCK ME GOOD. I’M GETTIN’ CLOSE, BABY!”
She gyrated her wet pussy wildly on her husband’s sucking mouth, and imagined Kevin’s huge dick pounding in and out of her tight little hole.
“—OOOOH! YES! YES! AHHHH!!” She finally enjoyed the nice deep come she had needed so badly.
*** Doris ***
Billy entered the kitchen to find the two women seated at the kitchen table, sipping their pecan coffee. The strong aroma of the coffee filled the Saturday morning. He got the sense he had interrupted something. “Well, it’s just the way things have to be sometimes, dear,” Mrs. Gaithway broke off.
Doris Gaithway had certainly passed on many of her good looks to her daughter. Her dirty blonde hair was thicker and more wavy than Marge’s but you could see the resemblance in their faces. Both women had small upturned noses and beautifully feminine full lips; classic beauties. Doris was a few inches taller, however, in fact she was taller than Billy.
The older woman still flaunted a very sexy mature body, with the few extra pounds that time will bring, but she carried them well on her tall frame. She liked to dress a little trashy, and talk a little trashy too, a throwback to her country roots, Billy always thought. Her black tights stretched over her big ass and long full legs. She looked younger than her years and Billy had seen her full figure turn the heads of men her daughter’s age.
“I was just telling Mother about what we talked about last night, Billy,” Margie said in a matter-of-fact tone. One of the things that always bothered Billy was the way his wife seemed to have no secrets from her mother. But this was shocking. He couldn’t believe she would actually talk about “that,” even with their close relationship.
“What? What are you talking about, Marge,” Billy said, trying to cover, pretending to be checking the refrigerator.
“You know, honey, how you always like it when I sit on your face after you’ve fucked me.” Billy looked up to see both women looking directly at him. Doris had a little grin on her face. There was an awkward silence before Doris spoke up.
“Now Billy, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, lots of men enjoy such things. My first husband Ernie developed a real knack for it!” she added.
Billy looked up, his mouth open, he felt his face become flustered.
“Mom’s got some good advice for us, baby, since she’s had so much experience with this kind of thing. ” Marge said. “I always say, you have to listen to the voice of experience.” Marge and her mom smiled at each other.
Again Doris broke the awkward pause. “It’s a little something I’ve written up, for the two of you, Billy. A few rules I had with my first husband. I’d like you to read it carefully. I know my Ernie grew to just LOVE our. . . . arrangement,” she smiled at the thought. “Billy I think you’ll find for men like you, it can be the most rewarding way to build a marriage.”
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