0 comments/ 23494 views/ 0 favorites Cold War By: kronan It had been quite a winter so far. Above average snowfall, below average temperatures and it was only January. But it was Michigan. Today was quite a different story. The sun was actually out, it was approaching 40 degrees and some of the winter mix was quickly melting. It was Friday, and everyone was looking forward to the weekend. Some accident right outside the office caused the power to be cut to the building; 11:00 am and everyone had to be sent home, can't work without heat. A bonus time weekend. Pam was without a ride. She is a 46 year old woman, 5'-7", sharp shoulder length bleached blond hair, and fighting the middle aged battle of the bulge. She was approaching about 160 lbs. She carried her weight well, and usually wore one-piece outfits that didn't hug her curves, but were not a tent. Today was no exception, she wore a gray, flannel jumper v-neck dress with a black belt, black panty hose and black turtle neck light sweater under the dress which covered the v-neck and kept her warm in the winter air. She carried her 38-D chest proudly. Her car was in the shop, her son was away at college. Her husband was to pick her up at 5, she looked around for a hitch home, her house being out in the country. She saw Sandy walking by and remembered that they only lived a few miles apart. Sandy was a 31 year old, new mother of about 6 months. She was about 5'-5" and already slimmed down to about 140 lbs. since giving birth six months ago. She had medium length brunette hair, which she wore "puffed-up" and framed her full rounded face. She looked a lot like Monica Lewinsky. Even most of the people at work joked and called her Monica. She did not mind. Since giving birth, she was trying, almost too hard, to look leaner and younger and wore clothes that were a bit too tight and a bit too short. Today she was in a short plaid skirt, white panty hose, knee high black boots and a white wool sweater which clung to her milk engorged 40D chest. Normally she was about a 36C. The breast-feeding did have its advantages. Sandy was not particularly well liked by anyone in the building, except of course by some of the younger males. Everyone agreed she was a high maintenance type bitchy woman, who always complained about her second husband, and gave everyone the impression that she was the only one who experienced childbirth. Pam, wanting to get home sooner, bit her tongue, considered the alternative and asked for a ride, which Sandy, without hesitation, agreed to, that was strange. On the 40 minute ride home the conversation was carried by Sandy who was bitching up a storm about, breast-feeding, diaper changing and so forth. Her husband was going to pick up the baby from day care and that was fine for her, she wanted an afternoon alone. As the two approached Pam's house, lucky they were in a Ford Expedition, the gravel road was melting and quite full of mushy potholes. Snow was really melting, it almost felt like a breath of spring. The vehicle was warm with the sun out and both women shed their coats. It was a rough ride to the driveway, turning off the main road to an almost secluded private road that was pock marked with potholes. Pam's house was about 200 feet off the private road. She told Sandy to just drop her at the drive and that she would walk up the drive. She turned in the drive and Pam grabbed her purse, bag with shoes, as she wore her winter boots to and from work, and her coat that she was going to put on for the trek to the house. As she was slipping the coat on, and leaving the front seat, she was not familiar with the large step down from the 4x4, as she went to plant one foot on the running board, and promptly slipped and slid out the door and sprawled onto the 3 ft high snow bank. The snow bank was created by the plows, which maintained the street. Her shoe bag flew one way, her purse another and her coat was half off and crushed under her. Sandy couldn't help but laugh and giggle loudly. She couldn't stop. It was like something out of the movies. Pam just lay on the snow bank trying to figure out how this happened. She was lying on her back on the front of the bank. Her dress slid up and her ass was getting wet and her coat, with only one arm in, was providing a crude headrest. Pam was starting to get mad at Sandy's laughter. She didn't even ask if she was OK. Sandy yelled, "Hey the Olympics aren't until next year, you better save the good stuff for then, I would give you a 9.0 for form". That was it. Pam was steamed but good. She rolled onto her side and grabbed the still open door for support and lifted herself up. She pulled her other arm into her somewhat wet coat, then reached out to steady herself on the snow bank. The snow was wet and good packing. She hastily formed a baseball-sized snowball and whipped it into the front seat of the vehicle to silence the aggravating laughter. Bulls-eye. Pam was shocked. Never being one for sports, her aim was impeccable. She scored a hit right in Sandy's open mouth, which had the added benefit of humor as well as stopping the laughing. Now it was Pam's turn. She began a belly type laughing at her luck and the expression on Sandy's face. Sandy was instantly mad and focused her thoughts on revenge. She wiped her face and opened her door, spit out the snowy residue and swung out on the running board and jumped down on the snow bank on her side of the vehicle. She quickly scooped up some snowballs and charged around the front of the truck. Pam being surprised by Sandy's quickness, reacted slowly. She bent over for more ammunition and was promptly whacked with a snowball in her shoulder. Then one at her ass. Then another that just kissed the top of her head. She hastily threw one and retreated for the rear of the large vehicle. Sandy was an expert shot. She played softball in college, and was still somewhat fit. Pam, realizing this called "Truce, I think that we are even". There was no reply. Pam crept to the corner of the vehicle and peered around it. There was no sign of the enemy. All of a sudden she heard some rustling from behind and before she could turn, her face was being thoroughly washed with snow. She was stunned. She made a few muffled yells but then it was over. Sandy announced "Now we have a truce, and we are even". Pam was furious. Snow glopped down on the front her dress, causing wet dark spots and in between the sweater and the dress, it was cold. She had a wet ass. She had cold hands. She now had a frozen face and her make-up was now smeared everywhere. Her eyes resembled a raccoon with dark runny circles of mascara rolling down her cheeks. She turned to face the attacker and was greeted with uproarious laughter, even more aggravating than the first time. Sandy was laughing so hard she was bent over at the waist. "Dammit, I am not going to take this!" she thought. Pam was thinking revenge. Sandy didn't expect the older woman to fight back, and considered the affair even. Being a bigger woman, Pam lowered her shoulder and charged Sandy just as she was straightening up. WHOMP into her midsection, Pam reached around Sandy's back and lifted her about six inches and threw her down onto the road. As the gravel road was melting, and as luck would have it, Sandy landed shoulder first squarely in a muddy, slush filled, pothole about two feet round and four inches deep, with quite a splash. Pam was surprised by what happened, she just wanted to shut her up, and get her a little snowy. Sandy, more reacting than thinking was already rolling out of the pothole and getting up. As she turned Pam saw that the damage was probably fatal to the white sweater with large brown spots appearing and the remainder not muddied was turning the white almost transparent. Her hair was a hideous mess of dripping muddy water, on to her large breasts, the hair spray wasn't holding it and half her hair was flattened. Sandy looked hideous and quite mad. Pam just backed away and tried to call out an apology, a truce and regrets over her action. It fell on deaf ears. Sandy was now reacting like her life depended upon wiping Pam out. Once standing, Sandy dusted off her shoulder and shook her hair out and then charged Pam. Now Sandy charged and lowered her shoulder and drove into the older, heavier woman. She kept her legs moving and drove her into the snow bank at the side of the road, where Pam's legs collapsed causing both women to fly over the top of it. Sandy landed on top of Pam on the backside of the bank and continued to slide over Pam's face and ended up on all fours about two feet beyond her head. Pam was lying on her backside stunned. Sandy quickly stood up turned and glared at her co-worker saying "So now what's so funny? You just ruined my new sweater that I just got for Christmas. You wrecked my hair! I am going to wreck your clothes" With that she reached down and grabbed Pam's blonde hair with both of her hands and yanked her head and rolled her over as she was trying to get up, she ended up on all fours when Sandy let go of the hair. Pam was shrieking in pain and grabbed her aching head. Sandy then grabbed the bottom of Pam's coat and pulled it up over her head, tying up her arms and cutting off her line of sight, by accident the dress followed to the belt which was just above the waist. This caused Pam to slide down face first in the snow, flailing away, trying to get her coat off which was also caught up in her dress. With the decided advantage to Sandy, she slid around to the back of Pam. Sandy reached out and grabbed some more snow with her right hand, and with her left pulled Pam's panty hose waistband and packed the snow into her ass. She let go of the hose with a snap and was pleased with the result. A large bulge of melting snow was in the crack of her ass and melting with fury. She stood back to enjoy the moment. Pam, yelped and rolled over on her back. She was still trying to untangle her arms and free herself from the coat and at the same time used her legs to lift her icy sodden ass from the snow, by pushing her ass up with her legs. She was in a very vulnerable position. Legs planted on the ground pushing up her ass, which was able to get only about two inches off the ground, and her shoulders carrying the weight of her body as she tried to shed the now heavier and wet coat. Sandy figured one more and she would be out. With that she reached out and grabbed the front of the exposed panty hose and pulled, moving them to mid thigh and causing Pam's legs to give out, her ass landing now bare on the snow. Pam was now screeching in discomfort. Sandy then knelt down between Pam's restricted kicking legs and gave her a pussy wash with snow much the same way she did her face. Pam was glad that she didn't trim it much, and none was getting into the crevice, but this was bad enough. Sandy was laughing and stopped her devious action. Pam was very desperate. She was still not quite freed from her coat so with all of her might she pulled her legs back as far as they would go and kicked forward as hard as she could with both legs to kick Sandy's body away from her. Once again she was lucky. Both soles of her boots caught Sandy as she was reaching lower for more snow to continue this humiliating act. Pam's feet hit her square in the face, driving her off Pam and totally stunning her in the process. Pam not realizing what exactly happened, scrambled madly, rolling to her left, onto her knees and finally getting her coat off. By now most of her dress was darkened with various levels of wetness. Pam then stood up and turned to see where the enemy was. Sandy was now lying on her back, clutching her face and moaning. Pam, reached down to pull up her panty hose. Good God that was cold! There was snow everywhere down there. She couldn't shed them because she had boots on. She quickly reached into the crotch and started ripping it out and cleaning some of the now ice crystals from her hairy patch. This provided some relief. "To hell with this, I have to get her first." Pam thought and decided that she could contend with the cold, wet snow, but no more humiliation. She haphazardly pulled them up so she could move and counter-attack. As she reached her fallen foe, Pam decided to give her a little of her own medicine. She reached under Sandy's short skirt that had slipped up to her hips and grabbed the waist of her panty hose and pulled them down to her feet, and folded them over her boots, effectively rendering her legs inoperative. She then took her belt off and looped it around the boots. She then grabbed the end of the belt pulled Sandy's legs causing her ass to be dragged through the snow. This caused Sandy's short skirt to ride up even further to above her waist and expose her bare ass and pussy to some snow plowing. Pam was surprised to see that Sandy was completely shaved down there. Not even one ass hair to protect the sensitive skin. "This is Great! What a bonus, that will tame this bitch" thought Pam. After dragging her about 20 feet Pam was getting winded because the entire time Sandy was trying to buck with her legs, but not having success because they were bonded by the belt and the panty hose. Pam dropped Sandy's legs to catch her breath. Sandy was now clutching at her ass and pussy. Pam noticed the large red boot marks on Sandy's face, which now matched the shade of red appearing on Sandy's ass and pussy. Still being in a fit of rage, and feeling a great amount of discomfort in her own privates from abuse at Sandy's hands, Pam circled around to Sandy's head and reached over and got two handfuls of muddy, icy slop from the road and threw it on Sandy's hair. Pam massaged it into her hair. Sandy quickly moved her hands to clear off the goop. Pam then reached over to the bottom of the now sopping wet almost transparent sweater and pulled it up, much in the same way Sandy had done to her with her coat. She pulled it over her face and head but not completely off. This had the effect tying up her arms, and blocking her vision. Sandy now was immobile at her feet and hands. Pam then went back to her feet and pulled her by the legs to the street and rolled her over, face down into the muddy mess of the street. Pam really needed to catch her breath, but she needed to end this match because she was quite wet, cold and tired. Sandy decided to pull the rest of the sweater over her head and was freeing up her arms, but since she was face down and unable to use her legs Sandy was tiring and frustrated. Both women were wheezing, coughing and swearing at each other. For almost one minute there were no other acts of aggression while they were trying to recover. Pam realizing that her enemy was recovering, crawled over and grabbed the back of Sandy's now exposed bra and tried to unclip the four clasps that were holding the ample tits. Sandy reacted by bucking and rolling over. Pam then pulled the front of the bra, trying to pull it off. But since it was a nursing bra the front covers for each breast were only pulled off, the remaining sturdy structure did not fail. Pam again reached down and tried to pull the remaining support, when Sandy managed to kick her with both bound feet in the stomach. Pam promptly landed on her ass and clutched her stomach area. Sandy seeing this reached down to her feet and loosened the belt untangled the pantyhose and sprang up for an attack. She was quite a site. Almost nude from the waist up, her large 40D breasts exposed and swaying in the ripped bra. Her dark brown, erect milk giving nipples with areolas the size of headlights, jutting out, small tattered plaid skirt hanging askew from her hips and once white panty hose being pulled up as she charged. Pam was too spent to react properly. She saw her coming and only had time to raise her arms in self-defense. She kicked her in the stomach again causing Pam to roll over on to her side, into a pothole of muddy slush, clutching her mid section. Sandy then grabbed the back of Pam's dress and pulled. The sodden fabric now black with moisture, gave way. Sandy grabbed again and again until the entire back of the dress was ripped open. Pam was now trying to crawl away while Sandy was ripping her dress and kept falling on her front side in the street. Sandy needed to catch her breath now. Pam shakily stood up and wriggled out of the now useless dress easily. Pam turned to look at Sandy. Pam still had on her black sweater, bra underneath but little else except for her boots and what was left on her legs of the panty hose. Sandy had her boots, soaked skirt and muddy panty hose left, and partial bra, that was it. Both women's skin were various shades from pink to bright red from the snow exposure. There were also deposits of mud, slush and globs of snow glistening on each body. Both faces were streaked with spoiled make up and mud. Sandy's hair was matted and dripping while Pam's blonde tresses were now dark brown with mud. They began to circle each other calling out fucks, cunts, whores, and bitches, at each other. Occasionally, each reached down and grabbed some muddy snow and flung it at the other. This lasted for over a minute. They were catching their breath, looking for an opportunity to attack and finish this scene. Surely they posed quite a site, and were unaware of actually where they were, in public. However, being so far out in the country, they had no audience. As if a gun sounded they both charged each other. Sandy quickly grabbing the only thing left to grab on Pam, her sweater, and Pam grabbing the waist of Sandy's skirt. Sandy quickly got the upper hand, pulling the sweater over Pam's head and spinning her around and over the snow bank. Pam let go of the skirt, while it was ripping, quickly freed herself from the sweater, not wanting to be immobilized like before. She had no problem doing so. Pam was learning to fight, fast. This left Sandy's skirt stretched and sagging to her knees, so she stopped and pulled it completely down and off. Sandy jumped over the bank and onto Pam's back and reached around the front and pulled the bra up, exposing the two jelly like 38D tits. Unlike Sandy's nipples, Pam's were small, bright pink but very erect from the cold ordeal. Again Pam not wanting to leave anything to grab, ducked, throwing Sandy off her back and quickly pulled the rest of the bra off herself, throwing it aside. There was absolutely no need for modesty anymore and both women realized that their clothing was just giving an advantage to the aggressor. Both women were now on their knees facing each other, breathing heavily. They both squared up and lunged for each other and locked arms, grasped around each other. Their bare tits were now crushing against each other. As they grunted and pulled, they were quickly tiring. Pam was grabbing the back of Sandy's bra and yanking but not having any success. Pam had no clothing left to grab so Sandy just tried a bear hug. It looked like they were glued to each other. Finally Pam leaned down and started to bite Sandy's shoulder, then sandy shifted her grip and grabbed the back of Pam's hair in order to get her mouth away from her shoulder. Finally Sandy yelled "That's it, I give, my tits are going to explode. Let go. You won". Pam couldn't believe what she was hearing. This was her first and only fight that she ever had, and she was winning it over a younger foe. She wanted this to end also. As soon as Sandy let go, Pam followed. They both fell to all fours coughing and wheezing. Sandy muttered "I need to milk my breasts soon. I usually do it at lunch. God they hurt, and shit they are cold." Both women then exchanged short conciliatory phrases. Neither could figure out how this escalated. They were both naked, cold, sore, tired. Pam shakily stood up and surveyed the area. There were clothes strewn about in an area about 50 feet long and 20 feet wide. The vehicle was still running in the driveway with both front doors open. Both women were naked except for shredded pantyhose and winter boots and in Sandy's case a partial bra, but her tits were totally exposed. Cold War Between Wife & Mom My wife and I live in a very small house. It's a two-bedroom house and our two kids, a girl and a boy, occupy the two-bedrooms. The large family room in the back of the house became a bedroom for us. Now, at the foot of our bed sits a Sofa. It sits at right angles to the bed and under a large sliding glass window. The sofa becomes a bed whenever my mother comes to visits, which is about four times a year. I do not know what the norm is but my wife, Gail, and my mother, Ethel, have a sort of Cold War going on. Many times I would be the center of contention between Gail and my mother. Having plenty of vacation time, I usually take off the time my mother visits to keep the Cold War from going hot. Also, and I understand my wife's point of view, given the opportunity my mother will rearrange everything in the house, from the kitchen cabinets, the furniture and even my wife's dresser drawers. Understandably, it drives my wife up the wall. She will seldom leave the house when my mother visits. Usually, our sex life takes a hit during the week are two weeks that mom is here. I mean, seriously, with her sleeping on the sofa with her head less than 3 feet from the foot of our bed. Just yesterday, they had been arguing about this or that practically the whole day. I was afraid my mother was going to get herself in a huff and want to be driven to the airport. Believe me, it's happened before. Thankfully, the day ended somewhat peaceably and we retired around 11 o'clock. Knowing there was no chance in hell of getting any ass, my back was to my wife as relay in the dark. "Dan," Gail whispered in my ear, snuggling up close behind me. "I really need some cock tonight. She will be asleep soon. Turnover and play with my ass until she falls asleep." My wife is a redhead. She was a virgin when I married her at 21 years of age. I was 23. When I was courting her, she wanted me to finger or eat her pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner during the weekends we were together. She would then jerk me off. I was in seventh heaven thinking about marriage and how much pussy I was going to get. Unfortunately, my wife turned out to be much like her mother. A cold fish, hardheaded as the day is long and very outspoken with very bewildering opinions. All of that mentioned, my mother bore 11 children, my wife being the second oldest. My father was retired from the Navy and the old Navy had no problem keeping your ass at sea for most of your career. I figured, he got a piece of ass whenever he was in port, getting her pregnant each time. Now, being retired and home, he is pretty much browbeat and ignored. When Gail and I wed there was no crazy sex-to-you-drop honeymoon or falling slowly into a regular sexual schedule. From the beginning, we had sex once a week and Gail wasn't always an active participant. As the years passed, it became two weeks and again Gail was passive many times. Also, when I was away from home for a week or more there was never any welcome home sex. Rarely, any happy birthday, Father's Day or New Year's Eve sex, either. Am I being childish! So, here I am playing with my wife's ass as my mother lay sleeping in extreme proximity. There was no way I was going to turn down pussy! We were already into a week of my mother's visit with another week to go and I didn't know how Gail was counting the weeks. It could be a month before I got any pussy. My mother was not a person who snored. After about 40 minutes, I heard what I figured was her breathing of sleep. Gail has a gorgeous ass, which I could play with all night, but I pushed my hands between the back of her legs to hopefully indicate it was time to get the peter she desired. She lifted her leg and after a bit of maneuvering and pushing my cock was in her. I began to very cautiously and slowly pump into her. Gail rolled slightly towards me. She did not need to tell me what she needed. I put my hand to her pussy and after a bit of stroking through her lavish, red bush I put my middle finger to her clit. Her body stiffened immediately and I knew she was laboring to stifle her vocal appreciation. My cock stiffened noticeably and I pushed it repeatedly deep into her. I listened intently to my mother's breathing, the bed, my wife's breathing, my own breathing and numerous other things that I thought might betray us. Gail actually put her hand over her mouth to muffle her breathing or moans from escaping. I have to tell you it was stimulating as all get out. When Gail is into it, she can be quite vocal. Now, here she was into it but she had to remain serenely quiet. I stroked into her long and deep. It became extremely hot under the covers but we had no choice. When the orgasm gripped Gail, she stiffened briefly and then started trembling. I don't know how she stifled the moan with her mouth wide open. Finally, she relaxed, rolled slightly away from me, and I proceeded to get to my own orgasm. Stroking slowly, keeping an eye on my mother and listening, I managed to come. The next day pasted with no bickering between my mother and Gail. Gail got a call from her mother and informed me that she and the two kids would be gone for two days. I did not like it but I figured it could be for the best. Gail left the next morning and my mother and I drove to a local truck stop to have breakfast. Nothing in her actions or talk prepared me for what would happen next. "You think you are sly, don't you?" She whispered across the table, a slight smile on her face. "Sly? How do you mean?" I queried. Mom looked around before she whispered, "You think I didn't know you were screwing Gail the other night! I can't believe you would do something like that. Have you no control?" "It wasn't my fault, mom." I replied, throwing my wife in front of the bus like the dog I am. "It was Gail's idea." "Really!!" Our breakfast arrived and mom dropped the subject, but I could tell her mind was working. I figured, she was trying to conjure up a conspiratorial notion as to why Gail would want to fuck with her so near. Gail, I knew mom was thinking, must of known she wasn't sleeping. On the twenty-minute drive back home, I listened as mom ranted about how Gail was forcing her dominance on her. Mom said she wasn't going to put up with it and she would find a way to get back at her. Try as I might, I could not get her calmed down. We arrived back home and I changed clothes and went outside to cut grass and do other chores. It was a little after two o'clock when I finished up. I showered, putting on only a pair of gray cotton shorts, and informed mom I was going to lie down and take a nap. I found her wearing her housecoat and painting her toenails in the kitchen, just off the family room. I had not been lying there on my bed for more than 10 minutes when mom came in. I was lying on my back with my hands behind my head. The air-condition must feel good after being out in that heat?" Mom said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and displacing me a bit. "It's hot as Hades!" I replied. "But it is August." "The other night," she began. "I can understand why you didn't shy away from screwing Gail. I think I'm getting the picture now. You were desperate. She's not giving you much pussy, is she?" I had never heard my mother use such language. Yes, she cussed a blue streak when she was mad, but "pussy"! And the fact that she had hit a nail, a very sensitive nail, me not getting enough pussy, right on the head. I began to feel a bit uneasy, but mom had asked me a question. "Not as much as I would like." I answered. "But really, I should've said no the other night." "I don't blame you, Dan." She offered, running her hands over my belly and chest. "A strong, good-looking guy like you should have a woman take care of him better than Gail does." "Well, the kids, housework and cooking keeps her wore out, I suppose." I replied, making excuses for Gail. "That's no excuse for ignoring your needs." She said angrily, in a raised volume. "She needs to be taught a lesson. And I'm the woman to do it!" I was not ready for what happened next. Mom stood, untied her housecoat and let it fall off of her. She stood naked and I could not take my eyes off of her. I suppose, seeing my eyes appraising her, she stood there motionless, hands at her sides, giving me time. Mom was 48 years old, 5'7" tall, and weighed, the last time she complained, 153lbs. She had extremely curly, coal black hair that fell to her neck and, I saw now, a thick mat of black hair between her legs. Her breasts were three times the size of Gail's with appropriately sized nipples. I wanted desperately to see her ass. "Would you turn around for me mom?" I asked, circling my finger timidly. She turned around and I saw, that while beefy and wrinkled, mom had a great looking ass. After a few moments, she turned back around and kneed herself onto the bed displacing me further. She placed herself next to me on her back. The bright sunlight coming through the large, sliding glass window concealed nothing. Her body appeared somewhat larger than my own. "You want to show Gail how you feel about being denied?" Mom queried. "Lets you and me show her that she's not the only game in town." "Are you sure about this, mom?" I asked, only to clear my conscience. I knew mom wasn't going to back out. "I had reservations." She replied. "But they're all gone now." Even though I had a green light, I was still a bit nervous and overwhelmed. Turning on my side, I placed my hand on mom's belly and began to slowly explore upward. Finally, reaching her breasts, I cupped, squeezed and toyed with each one. They were much more than a handful! The nipples had become firm and I leaned over to take the closest one between my lips, soon hearing mom's soft moans. "I don't know why, but I expected you to jump my bones and fuck hell out of me." She observed. "But this is much nicer. You just take your time. We have all day to fuck." It wasn't that I didn't want to jump her bones, slam my cock home and get it done, but I was having a hard time with the fact that it was my mom, offering herself up. And, I suppose, I never considered cheating on Gail. I wasn't the type. Still, who the hell was going to know! Foolish child! After showing a bit of attention to both nipples, I rolled mom to her chest. Kissing her shoulders and back I began to work my way down to my main objective........ Her ass. I've always been an ass man and I gave mom the royal treatment; kissing, licking and nibbling on her, bigger and wider than Gail's, ass "How long has it been for you mom?" I asked, knowing mom was basically a man hater and did not have a boyfriend. "Since you've had any cock?" "Much longer than I'm willing to admit." She replied. "I didn't know I was missing one that much. I know I want your cock!" I sent my tone up the crack of her ass, delighted to feel her muscles tighten up, pushing her ass up and moaning appreciatively. Turning her over, I began at her belly button working my way down to her mound. I rubbed my nose and face into her mound, while slipping my hands under her thighs to widen her legs. "What the hell are you doing, boy!" She demanded. "You've never had your pussy eaten?" I queried, smiling up in her. "How fortunate for me. You laid back and relax and I'll give you a treat." "No! Hell no!" She exclaimed, pushing at my head. "I know people do it! But no!" I paid her no heed as I lifted her thighs, pushing then back, and placed my face to her pussy. She resisted until my tongue lapped her clit, then I felt her body relax as she moaned deeply. Having her relaxed, I was able to ignore her clit a while as I explored her pussy, backing away occasionally to study it. Mom's pussy was not the neatly trimmed, thick-lipped crack that Gail's pussy was. Mom's pussy, sopping wet now, had dark, loose flap-like lips that were cocoa colored, her hole an angry red. Her clit was large and pinkish red. I suppose, I'm saying, mom did not have a pretty or cute pussy. Pulling her pussy open, I felt certain she was not going to be as tight as Gail either. But, I was not going to kick her out of bed. Mom, I guess you could say, had a pussy that only a son could love. I proved that by ignored her pussy's lack-of-luster and pushed my tongue into it. The reaction was as suspected, with her ass lifting, humping my face, and moans begging me not to stop. After giving her a good long tongue fucking, I returned to her clit for just a moment or two, not wanting her to come just yet. I maneuvered in close between her legs, groping with the top of my cotton shorts, to get them down and release my cock. I slapped her pussy a couple of times, ran the domed head of my cock between her pussy lips to moisten it and then pushed it slowly into her. My appraisal had been right and mom did not have the tight little pussy that I loved of Gail's. But it didn't really matter to me, or mom. I straight-armed myself above her, as I pumped into her with a moderate rhythm. Mom's hands roamed over my body as we looked into each other's eyes. "You got good pussy, mom." I said, not really meaning it. "Your cock is so hard!" She said. "And big too!" I wondered now who was lying the most. "You like having your pussy eaten?" I queried. "Oh heavens yes!" She chirped. "Will you make me come like that one day?" "Why wait!" I replied. I pulled out of her and maneuvered us onto our sides into a 69 position. I wondered if mom would do what I hoped she would do. I gripped her ass with both hands and again put my face to her pussy, immediately locating her clit with my tongue. "I've never done this before, Dan." She said, between moans. "But I'll try. For you,. I'll try." I suppose, mom did the best she could, obviously being her first time at sucking a cock. She moaned, gagged and breathed lustfully through her mouth, finally giving up. A bit much, I guess, for the aging woman. But, I wasn't going to complain too much as she was quite delirious, making me quite happy. It only took a few minutes before the orgasm seized her and her whole posterior began to quake. I was hanging on, keeping my tongue glued to her clit. In moments, I was back between her legs with my cock buried in her once more. Her moaning continued uninterrupted as I gripped her ass with both hands and began to fuck her with abandonment. Her pussy seemed a whole lot better now! Not tight! But very fuckable! I varied my rhythm and depth of penetration over the long period I continued fucking her and she groaned, if not moaned, continuously. I had had a vasectomy a year earlier that mom was unaware of. If mom was concerned about me coming inside of her, she voiced no concern as I filled her pussy. When I lifted above her, my cock still inside her, I saw embarrassment on her face, her head rolling to the right, eyebrows lifted and her eyes rolling in seemingly disbelief. I had a strong urge to continue fucking her but I doubted she would do little more than lay there passively. I hated that in Gail and I certainly didn't want mom to put me through it. She had been a good lover. "You should go wash up." I directed. "I'm going to stay here and take that nap now." "Do you mind if I lay here and minute." She queried. "I'm a bit exhausted." "No. Of course not, mom." I replied tenderly. Two hours later I woke up to find myself alone. I heard mom in the kitchen. Unfortunately, I immediately noticed the stain on the bed-spread. Much of my cum had seeped out of mom. It was still a bit wet. I knew it had to be washed. I informed mom as to why I was putting the bed covering in the wash. "If I had my way, I would leave it there for her to find." She said sarcastically." May do her and you both some good!" Mom and I fucked later on that night but not on or in the bed. After showering, she summoned me to the bathroom and we began by me fucking her bent over the sink. I ended up sitting on the toilet while she straddled me, enabling me to finger her to orgasm before getting my own. Mom rested well on the sofa that night. Knowing, that Gail and the kids were not due back until after midday, mom and I spent a long time in the shower together. I brought her to orgasm with my tongue, her desire, and she did a so-so job of jerking me off. My wife and kids returned home and the Cold War resumed with a passion, giving me a headache. I was scared to death mom was going to find some way to tell Gail we had fucked. As usual, Gail was not in a sexual mood the night of my mother's departure. To be quite honest, sexually I was quite content, not needing or wanting sex. Lying in bed, in the dark, Gail started in complaining about all of the things my mother had done to aggravate her during her stay. I suppose, because mom and I had had sex, I felt compelled to defend her more than I usually did. "She was a pain in the ass and you know it!" Gail exclaimed loudly. "Especially the last two days!" "You know she was awake the other night!" I blurted out not thinking, wanting to punish Gail. "How do you know that?" She quizzed. "She told me." I said, not quite so challenging. "She told you." Stating it more to herself than me. She lay pondering what I told her for a long minute, making me squirm a bit and wishing I had kept my mouth shut. "So, what did she have to say about it?" She queried. "She thought you wanting to fuck, with her so close, was a way to assert your dominance over her." I replied, not realizing the trouble I was getting myself into. "IF you thought she was awake, which she was." "This is my god damn house!" Gail barked. "It's my house! And I'll damn well rule here! I don't give a damn what she thinks!" "So, why exactly did you want to fuck the other night with mom so close?" I asked. Gail said nothing, staring at the wall at the foot of the bed for long moments. "I don't know!" She replied. "I guess my hormones got the best of me. I wanted to show her I was the woman of this household. And you tell me she knew! She was awake!" I could tell my wife's mind was trying to grasp hold of something. She knew how my mother was....... Get even Ethel, Gail called her. "When I was leaving, Ethel told me she would take good care of you while I was gone. Her tone was almost demonic like she was planning something." She lay staring again. Gail lifted the bed spread and sniffed it, twice. "You washed the bed spread?" She said accusingly. "What?" I said, trying to rally my senses to find a defense. "I never use softener on our bedding." She said just as accusingly. "The smell is too strong for sleeping on. SHE FUcked you!" She started to scream but realized the kids might hear. "What!" I said again, not meeting her angry look. "And you, you spineless son-of-a-bitch, you let her." She accured. There was nowhere to run or hide. I sat there, my back against the pillows, and wallowed in self-pity. Gail jumped over to straddle me and began hitting me open handed on my head, neck and shoulders, while I tried to defend myself. I came up with a defense. "It's your fault!" I exclaimed. "If you hadn't wanted to fuck with her almost in the bed with us, it wouldn't have happened! You know how crazy the woman is!" "But I'll bet your horny dumb ass didn't just lie there and let her have her way with you?" She challenged. "That bitch can't be any good in the sack." "Well, it HAS been a while since you've given me any pussy!" I defended. "What was I supposed to do?" "Tell her she is your mother and she should not be seducing her son!" She offered. "You think?" I could tell Gail was losing her steam. Funny as it may seem, I got the impression that because it was mom that I had fucked, and she knew how spiteful mom could be, she wasn't as upset as she would've been had it been some other woman near her age.