holding her wrists above her head. I whispered in her ear, “I want you to
get on your knees, facing away from me. I’m going to fuck you from the
back.”
She gasped, “My ass?”
“That’ll be later, little girl,” giving her my oil-can Harry voice,
“Right now, I want to sink into your woman place, that sweet, hot girl
pussy, but from the back. Doggie position.”
Would my dignified mother submit to kneeling in front of me, ass in
the air, that I might fuck her like an animal?
As she was scrambling around she said over her shoulder, “God,
Billy. I love it doggie style. How’d you know?”
Kneeling just behind her, I looked down at her very narrow waist
and her beautiful ass and replied, “Didn’t. But I do now. You’re pussy
looks so sweet, pooched out that way between your legs.”
“Jesus, you’ve got a wonderfully dirty mouth.” Then she chuckled,
adding, “And I love it.”
She lowered her head to her crossed forearms, accenting the sway
of her back. With her ass pointing up, the cheeks of her buttocks opened
and I could see for the first time her ass hole. It was tan, slightly darker
than the surrounding skin, puckered and tight looking. I wondered if she’d
ever had Dad’s cock in her butt.
“You’re looking at my ass, aren’t you?” As if reading my mind, she
added, “I love anal sex but your father thinks its somehow dirty.”
“Susan, I’ve dreamed of this. Months . . . couple of years even.
And now we’re here. It’s one of those rare times when the realization is
greater than the expectation.”
“Don’t tease me, Billy. Touch me. I’m hungry for you.”
With the fingers of my right hand pointing down, I hooked my
thumb in her pussy and cupped her mons. I’d read of the so-called G-spot
and searched for it with my thumb. Almost instantly I was rewarded.
“Umph . . . yes! Right there! God, what you’re doing to me. I
can’t believe this.”
I rolled the pulp of my thumb over that slightly raised tissue under
her pubic bone as I fingered her clit on the outside. With my left hand, I
traced feather-light touches around the rim of her anus. The sphincter
tightened and then relaxed. I pushed the tip of my left index finger against
her anal opening, applying constant but gentle pressure.
“Oh, God. What are you doing? I can feel so many feelings but I
can’t tell where they’re coming from. You’re driving me ca-RAY-zy.”
Her hips were rolling and I had only to hold my right hand still to
allow her to set the rhythm and intensity. I continued to gently apply
pressure to her anal sphincter, occasionally bending down to drop a dollop
of spittle on her softening ass hole.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “Do that. Do *everything*!”
As she rolled her pelvis, pushing butt back against me, my left index
finger slowly slipped into her ass up to the first and then the second joint
and finally all the way. Curving my finger forward in her rectum, I could
feel my thumb in her pussy through the thin wall of tissue separating those
two cavities. God, I couldn’t believe what was happening!
Her orgasmic song started again, initially deep in her chest and
raising to her throat, ending in a wail. Vocal restraint was not her strong
suite. For one who was normally so properly restrained, it clearly did not
extend to sexual passions and orgasms. I idly wondered if my neighbors
could hear her, and then dismissed it, not caring a whit if they did.
We both slumped to a pile of entangled limbs, she exhausted from
another orgasm and me . . . well just emotionally wiped out.
…End of the part16. To be continued..