Tale of two mothers. ch 8.

Chapter Eight:

“Oh, oh! Fuck your mother, Walter! Fuck Mummy’s horny pussy! Harder,
Mummy’s going to cum now! Fuck Mummy’s cunt as hard as you can!”

Patty was on her back, her legs up in the air, whimpering and moaning
as her son labored on top of her. Walter had been ready to go to school
when he’d decided he wanted another fuck in his mother’s pussy. She’d
protested at first, as she always did, but he’d had little trouble
persuading her to lie on her back and spread her legs.

His pants were bunched around his ankles. His schoolbooks were on the
floor, next to the bed. Walter fucked his mum fast and hard, not even
thinking about her pleasure, concentrating only on making the cock
juice spurt up from his balls as soon as he could.

“Fuck Mummy’s pussy, fuck Mummy!” Patty locked her arms around his
shoulders, fucking her ass off the bed in a frenzy of passion. “Harder!
Mummy’s so horny! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I’m cumming now! Fuck your
mother, I’m cumming, cuuummmiiinnnggg!”

Walter grunted, coming down hard, ramming his prick deep inside his
mother. Then the milk-white cock sap flooded out of his balls, raining
into his mother’s cunt channel, flooding her buttery pussy with juice.
Walter kept fucking furiously, shuddering as the last droplets of spunk
burned from the head of his cock. Then he popped his enormous fuck
organ out of her hairy cunt slit and wiped it off insolently on her
inner leg.

“See you later today, Mum.”

He pulled up his pants, picked up his school books and left. Patty
remained on her back on the bed, fully clothed, her skirt hiked up to
her waist to give her son access to her cunt. Her pussy hole was all
wet and swollen from the torrid fucking he’d just given her, and she
could feel his sticky cock juice seeping out of it, matting in the
dense curls fringing her cunt.

She’d been reduced to nothing, Patty thought. Her need for constant
fucking was now so strong that her son could easily persuade her to lie
on her back and spread her legs any time his cock got hard. All she
could think of was the constant need in her wet, creamy cunt.

Patty put her hand on her steaming pussy, feeling all the cum juice
seeping out of the slit. The next thing she knew, she was fingerfucking
again, rubbing her fat little clit, thinking about how good it felt
when her cunt stretched around her son’s cock.

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“Unh, unhg! Fuck my pussy, fuck my horny pussy! Unh, unh, need to cum!”

This time her son wasn’t with her in the house. It was one in the
afternoon and Patty was still finger fucking. She sprawled on her
living room sofa, staring blankly at a game show droning on the
television set in front of her. Her terry robe was open, exposing her
huge tits and her wet, hairy pussy. Patty wiggled her ass on the couch
as she moved her hand between her thighs, rubbing and stroking her
hard, aching clit.

“Fuck me, fuck me — “

The doorbell interrupted her. Patty considered not answering it at all.
It was probably just a door-to-door salesman, and whatever he’d want to
sell her wouldn’t be half as important as satisfying her wet cunt. At
last, reluctantly, she rose, tied the sash holding the robe together,
and went to see who it was.

The visitor was a boy just about Walter’s age. Patty squinted at him,
wondering why his face looked so familiar.

“Yes?” She held the door open, automatically drawing the robe tight
across her tits.

“Hi,” the boy said. He smiled. “My name’s Henry. You know my mum,
Margaret Kelly?”

Patty flushed, instantly feeling a cold sense of trepidation. What
reason could Margaret have for sending her son to visit her?

“Y-yes, I know her,” Patty stammered. “What do you want to see me
about?”

“Well, it’s not too good to explain it out here.” Henry smiled, seeming
very calm. “Do you mind if I come in and talk to you for a minute?
Thanks…”

He walked past her, entering her home without permission. Patty
hesitated, then shut the door and followed him into the living room,
where she found that Henry had already made himself comfortable on the
couch. He wore only a T-shirt and cut-off, and Patty felt her cunt
getting wet again as she stared at the sumptuous bulge behind his
zipper. God, what kind of slut had she turned into? It had gotten to
the point that even glimpsing a bulging prick could make her horny.

“Man!” Henry sat up on the couch, sniffing. “This whole hose smells
like wet pussy!”

“What on earth!” Patty gasped. She gaped at him dismay, blushing
fiercely, automatically holding her robe tighter. “How…how dare you
say such a disgusting thing to me?! Get out of my home this instant!”

“Aw, that’s okay,” Henry grinned. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I
guess you were playing with yourself when I came over, huh?”

“You’re disgusting. Get out of my home.”

“Take it easy.”

Then, Henry shocked her again, calmly unzipping his cut-offs and
pulling them off.