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Surrogate Husband Ch. 01

By: pennylesspauper



Eighteen year old Bobby Chandler wasn't very happy. His Mom, Louise, had just informed him that Grandma Lilly was coming to live with them

"Great," Bobby said, not making any effort whatsoever to hide his disdain. "I have little enough privacy as it is without having another female in my way."

"You're just afraid you won't be able to jerk off as often as you'd like," his Mom replied, matter-of-factly. "You do that way too often as it is."

Bobby's face turned red as a result of a mixture of embarrassment and anger quickly surfaced. "I hate you," he said as he stormed out of the den on his way to the kitchen to get a soda out of the refrigerator before heading to his room. He really didn't hate his mom but, he was angry and those were the first words out of his mouth.

Louise Chandler followed her son into the kitchen. "You're gonna have to get use to the idea because your grandmother will be on the ten AM flight from Phoenix tomorrow morning. And guess who's been selected to pick her up?"

Bobby opened a can of Dr. Pepper and took a long swallow. "Who else is there besides me?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He took another swallow and turned around to face his mother. "Why can't she just take a cab?"

"'Cause a taxi costs too much," she said. "You remember we tried that once before with your Aunt Sarah and it ended up costing a small fortune."

"Okay," Bobby said. "But nothing says I hafta like it."

Louise laughed in spite of her growing irritation with her just turned eighteen year old son. "Nobody says you have to like it, Bobby. Just be sure you bring her home in one piece."

The next morning Louise Chandler entered Bobby's bedroom at about a quarter after seven. Right away she noticed the tenting of his sheet. Trying to ignore it was proving to be nearly impossible. With trembling hands she shook her son gently by his shoulder. 

"Wake up, Bobby. Wake up."

Bobby stretched and then rubbed his eyes. "Come on, Mom," he said. "Can't you let me sleep in? It is Saturday, isn't it?" He closed his eyes and pulled the sheet over his head.

"Have you forgotten about Grandma Lilly?" she asked as she uncovered his face.

Bobby bolted upright. "Oh, yeah," he grumbled. "Gotta go get Grandma Lilly," he added with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. He rubbed his eyes again and scratched an itch on his left shoulder, quickly slid out of bed and bolted for the bathroom.

Bobby's mother's mouth flew open and her eyes widened. Bobby was naked! His fully erect cock swung wildly with each step he took. "Bobby Chandler!" she cried just as he reached the bedroom door.

With his hand on the knob, Bobby stopped and turned around. "What!" he said rather defiantly, "I'm in a hurry to pee."

Louise opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally, she spoke. With her eyes still opened wide, she just pointed at Bobby's stiff piece of man meat. "That!" she said in a high, whining voice. "Have you no shame?" Bobby just shrugged and walked out of his room and across the hallway into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him

Outside in the hallway, Mrs. Chandler leaned against the wall next to her son's bedroom, embarrassed and ashamed. She hadn't seen his cock since she had quit bathing him. Suddenly, a thought raced through her mind like a runaway freight train. "He's bigger than his father," she said to herself. "Wonder what it would feel like as it foraged through my bushy jungle and entered my cave."

Bobby's mother let out an audible gasp as she ran down the hallway towards the kitchen. She buried herself in the task of cooking breakfast but, no matter how hard she tried, she could not get the image of her son's cock out of her mind. Her whole body burned with the shame of it all. Over and over, she chastised herself. A mother wasn't supposed to think about her son in that way. Then the phone rang.

It was Louise's friend Donna. Donna and Louise had been best friends for as long as either one could remember. Normally, Louise would have been happy to talk with her friend forever, but today, she had to make sure Bobby got out of the house in time to pick up Grandma Lilly at the airport.

"She just wants to talk about her latest conquest," Louise said under her breath as she grabbed for the phone.

Louise and her friend were, physically, polar opposites. Though their personalities were nearly carbon copies of each other, one didn't come close to resembling the other.

Donna was tall and slim. Louise, though nowhere close to being fat, was four inches shorter than Donna and several pounds heavier with much wider hips.

Donna had small, grapefruit sized breasts, while Louise's were big and full. The color of Donna's hair was black with red roots; clear evidence that it had come from a bottle. Louise was a strawberry blonde. Also, Donna was two years older and had never been married.

"Okay, girlfriend," Louise said into the receiver. "What twenty year old boy child did you take home last night and fuck his brains out?"

"Neither," Donna said as she tried to suppress a giggle.

"What do you mean by that remark?" Louise asked.

"Just what I said. Neither."

"Bullshit. I don't believe you."

"Not that it's any of your concern," Donna began, "but I just happened to find a delectable twenty-five year old virgin female."

Louise smiled. She and her best friend had done a lot of carpet munching when they were in college and most of it had been on each other. They still got together when time and schedules permitted. "I would like to hear all about it, but not right now. I have to make sure Bobby gets to the airport in time to pick up his grandma."

"Speaking of Bobby," Donna said. "When are you going to let me fuck him silly?"

Louise gasped and giggled at the same time. Bobby had started working out with weights when he was barely twelve. His body had been well sculptured since he was fourteen. It was after Bobby turned fifteen that Donna had been telling Louise what she wanted to do to and with him once he turned eighteen.

"Donna!" she exclaimed. "He's my son!"

"Whatsamatter, Lou? You keeping him for yourself? I know you get lonely with Hank hardly home long enough to take a shower and get gone again."

Louise was glad they weren't talking face to face. Had they been, her friend would have seen her blush profusely. Then she would have been teased without mercy. She laughed in spite of herself.

"I'm gonna hang up now, Donna," Louise said. "Your mouth is too filthy for me to listen to anymore today."

She could hear Donna howling with laughter even as she placed the phone back on the hook.

Just then Bobby walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Who was that?" he asked.

"Donna," came the reply.

"You didn't talk very long. You usually talk for hours."

"I told her I had to get you breakfast and get you off to the airport to pick up Grandma Lilly."

"I wouldn't mind getting 'off' with her," Bobby quipped. "Normally, I don't go for skinny women, but I would be willing to make an exception in her case."

"What about me?" Louise said to herself as she placed a plate filled with bacon and scrambled eggs in front of him. "You shouldn't talk like that around your own Mother," she told him. "It's not right."

"What's wrong with me?" she wondered. "I've been acting like a love struck teenager ever since I saw his cock in all its glory."

She was grateful that her son hurried through his breakfast. The longer she had to look at him the more she thought about his cock. "My god," she thought. "My pussy's getting wet!" That came as a bit of surprise. It had been nearly four months since her husband had made love to her. In all that time, she had not masturbated but, she was giving some serious thought to doing so just as soon as Bobby got out of the driveway.

Bobby finished his glass of orange juice, stood up and held out his hand. "Keys," he said.

Louise fished around in the pocket of her housecoat, grabbed the keys and tossed them to her son. "Drive careful, son. Drive careful and be safe. Now, come over here and give your mother a kiss before you go."

Bobby dutifully obeyed. Even though he'd kissed his mother on the cheek, Louise could feel the fires of her desire burn even hotter. Oh, how she had wanted him to kiss her on her lips!

Bobby pulled away from his mother and left the house. Louise stood at the open front door and waved to her son as he backed out into the street. Soon the car was out of sight. She closed the door and locked it.

Her thoughts had been to go to her bedroom, lay down and treat herself to an orgasm. Her first in a long, long time, but before that happened, she had to take a piss.

She finished peeing and wiped herself with a section of toilet paper. Even that had caused her to shiver with excitement. She dropped the paper into the bowl and leaned back against the tank, her bare feet spread wide across the tile floor in front of her.

Louise toyed with her nipple with her left hand as she slid her right one down her stomach and through her curly, strawberry blonde bush. She shivered uncontrollably when her fingers first made contact with the fleshy hood that covered her clitoris. Her middle finger sought out the opening to her overflowing vagina and plunged itself between her lips and into her hot, fleshy cavern. She rubbed her clit with the heel of her hand as she fucked herself with her finger. 

Already, she was on the verge of cumming. She would have, too, had it not been for the ringing of the doorbell. 

"Dammit!" Louise muttered. Who the hell could that be. Just then she heard her friend, Donna, call out.

"Yoo hoo! Louise!"

"I'm in the bathroom!" Louise answered, overpowered with the frustration that came from not being able to bring herself to a climax.

Just then Donna poked her head around the bathroom door and smiled. "I know what you were doing," she teased.

"Yeah, well," Louise said sarcastically. "You could have let me finish before you came calling."

Donna extended her forearms, turned her palms upward and shrugged. "How the hell was I to know what you were doing?" she asked as she stepped into the bathroom and went to her knees in front of her friend.

Donna placed a hand on each of Louise's knees and spread her legs even wider. She wasted no time on preliminaries. She plunged her face into her friend's hairy cunt and began lapping at her clit.

"Ungh," Louise groaned. She instinctively filled her hands with Donna's hair and pulled her face even closer, causing her friend to have to breathe through her nose.

Donna licked and sucked on Louise's clit like it was the last thing she would be able to do on this earth. Over and over her tongue flicked across that hot little nubbin while she held it between her lips, stopping occasionally to wrap her lips over her teeth and nibble lightly on Louise's man in the boat.

Louise's body was shaking with desire, knowing that the end was near. Every nerve ending she had had somehow been transferred to her clit. Everything; her mind, her heart, her soul, was concentrated inside that hard, pea sized fleshy extension.

She began to shake mightily. Her breathing came in sharp little inhalations and quick exhalations. She cried out and tried to tell Donna that she was nearly there but, her words came out garbled and unintelligible.

Louise's legs straightened out and then, seemingly on their own, wrapped themselves around her friend's neck and head. Donna quickly undid the sash on the housecoat and slid her hands up Louise's stomach until they were cupping Louise's wonderfully warm and soft, yet firm tits. In a micro second, she was lightly pinching both of Louise's nipples.

Louise groaned when Donna's hands first made contact with her breasts. Cries of pure sexual joy escaped her lips in short little bursts. Her whole being felt as though she was on fire. Her legs had lost their grip on Donna's neck and now her heels were pounding her friend's back. She was nearly out of control. Then, it hit her.

From somewhere deep inside, little electrodes were firing simultaneously and were quickly morphing into one single gigantic burst of energy. Her vision narrowed. Her thought processes stopped. Her body went stiff. It quivered from the intensity of her orgasm. She passed out.

When Louise came to, her friend, Donna, was sitting cross legged in front of her caressing her legs. Still weak from her mind bending orgasm, she tried to stand, but to no avail. Silently she pleaded with Donna to help her up. Donna stood, offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.

"Thanks," Louise said, her voice barely above a whisper as she kissed her friend on the cheek.

Donna smiled. "You can thank me when we get you to your bed," she said.

Louise cleared her throat. "What?" she said. "You gonna ravage my body even more?"

Donna smiled. With a glint of mischievousness in her eyes and in a teasing tone of voice, she said, "That's the idea." She paused and then added, "Unless you want to return the favor."

"Just give me time to recover," Louise told her. "I'll have you screaming like a bitch slapped sissy."

"Promises, promises," Donna replied as she lowered Louise to her bed.

Louise scooted around on her back until she was lying lengthways on the bed. She had barely stopped moving when Donna lay down beside her.

The two women turned to face each other. Louise reached out a hand and began to tentatively caress her friend's face. She cradled a breast in the other.

Donna lay still, staring quietly at her long time friend while Louise squeezed her braless tit and teased her nipple through her blouse. Finally, Donna moved closer until their noses were touching. A tongue slipped between each set of lips and slashed back and forth, one searching for the other.

When their tongues finally made contact with each other, shockwaves surged through the two women's bodies. In one short moment, they had locked lips and were quickly involved in a round of tongue sushi that did nothing to quell the fires that raged inside of them both.

Donna pushed Louise's robe back, exposing her breasts to the artificial light of the overhead bulb while Louise busied herself with unbuttoning Donna's blouse. Louise then broke the kiss, gently pushed Donna on to her back and knelt beside her friend. Louise then leaned over Donna and began licking her breasts. 

She lifted Donna's right breast and licked at the area where breast met chest before sliding the flat of her tongue up the underside until it made contact with Donna's nipple.

Louise quickly closed her lips around that rubbery protrusion and sucked hard while her tongue flicked across the yearning, aching piece of wrinkled and quickly hardening lump of skin.

Donna twisted her head from side to side as she slowly and methodically ran her fingers through Louise's hair. "Bite it," she pleaded, her voice quickly turning raspy with her ever increasing desire.

Louise gladly obliged her and lightly bit Donna's nipple tugging on it until it was extended from her body as far as was humanly possible.

Donna groaned out her approval and her ever increasing desire. "Yes! That's it!" she cried. "Harder!" she then begged. 

When Louise took her mouth off her friend's breast, Donna cried out, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Her disappointment quickly faded as Louise licked her way across the valley between her breasts and began licking and sucking on her friend's left breast.

Meanwhile Donna, fought the ever increasing mind numbing blanket of pleasures that threatened her rapidly decreasing sanity long enough to unbutton her pants and slide them, along with her lacy, pink thong, down her legs, past her knees and to her ankles. 

Somehow, in her hazy, hedonistic world, Donna managed to kick the garments off her feet and on to the floor. Louise chose that precise moment to break off contact with Donna's breast and moved downward in search of her navel.

Louise rimmed her friend's bellybutton several times before she finally plunged the tip of tongue deep into that small opening and wiggled it about.

"Ohhhhhh, yesssss," Donna said through clenched teeth. Though the bellybutton play increased her desire exponentially, she knew she wanted more. She had to have more. She placed the palms of her hands on top of Louise's head and pushed lightly. 

Louise clearly understood Donna's intentions and began to comply immediately, leaving a trail of hot saliva from her friend's navel down to, and through, her heart shaped patch of red pubic hair.

Louise licked the length of Donna's slit and slavered on across her perineum, not stopping until her tongue reached her friend's wrinkled brown hole. All the while, Donna's level of desire and wanton cravings were rapidly approaching the red zone. She was about to blow.

Louise stuck two fingers inside her own drooling cunt and scooped up as much of her juicy secretions as possible. Her vaginal muscles contracted, nearly trapping her fingers inside. With a bit of difficulty, they were extracted from her love canal's tight grip.

Louise rubbed her two dripping wet fingers on and around her friend's asshole as she licked the length of Donna's perineum.

Donna was already panting like an old steam locomotive going up a steep grade but, when Louise began toying with her anal opening, her breaths were harder and faster, increasing in speed and volume until Louise thought her sexy friend would go into vapor lock at any moment. 

"I barely touched her clit," Louise thought. Then she smiled. "What's going to happen when I start sucking on it?"

Louise quickly drug her tongue up Donna's perineum and back across her ever widening slit. She used the fingers of her free hand to pull the hood off of Donna's hungry clit. Her timing was perfect. 

Louise wrapped her lips around Donna's clit and, at the precise moment the tip of her tongue made its first contact with that little man in the boat, she pushed her middle finger deep into her friend's tight brown hole.

Donna screamed loud and long. "My god!" she cried. "What are you doing to me? I can't take it!"

Louise stopped her manual and oral ministrations and looked up her friend's body. Donna was writhing uncontrollably. Her body shook and trembled like a bowlful of jello.

"Don't stop!" Donna cried. Her arms were flayed out to her sides; the fingers of one hand held the bed sheet in a death like grip. Her other hand was full of Louise's hair as she frantically pulled her friend's face back into her spasming, trembling clit. 

Donna raised her legs high and laid them across Louise's shoulders. The heels of her feet began to repeatedly slam down upon her friend's back, beating her like a drum.

Louise resumed her hedonistic attack upon Donna's sanity. She now had two fingers pumping hard in and out of Donna's rectal cavity. She sucked long and hard on the little nubbin of nerve endings, stretching it to the limits of its existence, let it slip from between her lips and attacked it all over again. One more lick; one more jab of her fingers was all it took to send Donna crashing over the edge of insanity and down the waterfall of perversion.

Again, Donna screamed, much louder than before. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her hips and groin were moving at an astonishing speed, slamming her womanhood into Louise's face. Somehow, Louise managed to maintain contact with Donna's clit, withdrawing only when her friend's body went limp.

Louise Chandler crawled up beside Donna and held her close, caressing her back and shoulders and the back of her head, waiting for her friend to come down off of her euphoric mountain of Sapphic desire.

Several minutes passed before Donna began to stir. Finally, she opened her unfocused eyes and stared at Louise with a blank look on her face. It took another minute or two before her brain could wrap itself around what had just transpired and she could recognize her friend. She smiled and kissed Louise lightly on the lips.


Surrogate Husband Ch. 01



"Thought we had lost you for a while," Louise said as she lightly tweaked Donna's nose.

Donna grinned widely. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" she said.

"That, it has," Louise replied.

"I can't remember," Donna continued, "the last time my orgasm was so intense. I'm still tingling all over."

"Just returning the favor," Louise told her friend. "You had me exploding like 'Old Faithful' earlier."

"I forgot how good it could be with you," Donna said. She gave Louise's breast a light squeeze. "Too much time has passed since we were able to get together like this."

"Regrettable circumstances have prevented us from really enjoying each other's company," Louise replied.

Donna kissed her friend again. "Let's make a resolution to do this more often," she said as she broke contact.

Louise experienced a slight disappointment when her friend's kiss ended so quickly. Her gaze drifted over to the bedside clock. "Oh, my god!" she exclaimed as she scrambled out of bed. "Get up! Get up!"

Startled, Donna looked questioningly at her friend. "What's wrong?"

"We need to get cleaned up and looking presentable!" Louise said excitedly. "Bobby and Grandma Lilly should be home any time."

Donna grinned as she sat up and hung her feet over the side of the bed. "Time flies when you're having fun," she said as she stretched lazily.

"Hurry!" Louise begged her friend. "We haven't got much time."

Meanwhile, Bobby was sitting in the airport lobby, trying desperately to remember what his grandmother looked like. It had been a good five years since he'd laid eyes on her. Passengers had been pouring into the lobby for a good ten minutes and he had yet to see a female who even remotely looked like she could be a grandmother.

Bobby's search was distracted by the couple who had passed directly in front of him. An older, but trim and fit, woman was being pushed along by a much younger man who had a tight grip on her elbow and a menacing scowl on his face. 

'Damn!" thought Bobby. "A nice rack, no bulging waistline and an ass that would make Kimmy K. jealous equals a MILF. I could definitely enjoy slobbering over someone like her all night long; every night!"

Suddenly the woman stumbled and fell, prompting the man to nudge her firmly with the toe of his shoe. The woman grunted like she was in pain.

"Get up, bitch," the man told her, "before I really hurt you." He drew his foot back to kick her.

"Enough is enough," Bobby told himself as he jumped up from his seat. He grabbed the muscle bound man, who looked like he outweighed Bobby by a good thirty pounds or more, by the back collar of his expensive looking suit coat. Bobby placed his foot in the back of the man's knee and yanked him backwards and, in less than a second, he had the brute laying on his back staring at the ceiling. The thud of the man's head hitting the concrete floor reverberated throughout the terminal. Several people stopped to stare.

"I hope I haven't killed him," Bobby said to himself as he tightly gripped the man's collar.

"It's okay, folks," Bobby said calmly, despite his racing heartbeat. "Can someone get security?"

In minutes, a pair of uniformed men were standing over him, demanding that he get up and put his hands behind his back.

"You've got the wrong man," the woman told them, pleadingly. "He was only trying to help." She pointed to the man who was still lying on the floor, holding his head and groaning. "He's the one you want."

"What happened here?" one of the security men asked her.

She again pointed to the man on the floor. "He insisted on sitting beside me on the plane. He wouldn't keep his hands off me; constantly grabbing my leg and trying to run his hand up my skirt. Finally, he quit trying and I thought everything would be fine." She paused to catch her breath before continuing.

"Then, when the plane landed, he latched on to my arm and wouldn't let go. He kept whispering in my ear, telling me he was going to take me somewhere and teach me some manners."

Slowly, the muscled man stood up. "She's got it all wrong, officer," he began. "My wife and I were just having a little spat. That's all."

"Wife, my ass!" the woman said. "I've never seen him before in my life."

Just then, the door opened and a tall, thin, austere looking man wearing a business suit entered the room. One of the uniformed men quickly brought him up to speed concerning what was going on. He stared first at Bobby and then at the woman before turning his gaze on the woman's attacker.

"Everybody show me your identification," the suited man said. Bobby and the woman quickly produced a driver's license. "You both have the same last name," he said as he copied their names on to a note pad. "You related? Or is this just a coincidence?" 

Bobby was slow to react. Had he been lusting after his own grandmother? The woman quickly introduced herself. "Lillian Chandler," she said as she turned to look at Bobby. "And you must be Bobby."

"Uh, yes. . .yes, Ma'am, I am," he replied.

Grandma Lilly wrapped her arms around Bobby and squeezed him as hard as she could. "Imagine that! My own grandson just saved my life!"

Bobby blushed. He wasn't used to having a set of mature breasts such as his grandmother possessed pressing against him until he could feel the nipples trying to bore holes into his chest cavity. And he certainly wasn't used to sprouting such a massive boner in a public place. He was definitely grateful when she backed away.

Grandma Lilly's attacker still hadn't produced any identification. He sat in the chair that had been offered to him, immobile and silent.

"I guess you two can get on your way," the suit said with a tight lipped smile. "I imagine you have a lot of catching up to do."

"That, we do," Grandma Lilly said as she took Bobby by the arm. She reached for the doorknob and pulled the door open, turned back around. "What about him?" she asked, nodding in her attacker's direction.

"We'll print him and find out who he is and take it from there."

"Will we need to give a formal statement or testify in any way?" she asked.

"We'll notify you if we need anything further from you," the suit said. "Thanks for your cooperation."

For a reply, Grandma Lilly just nodded. "Come, Bobby," she said. "I'm sure your mother is worried sick about us."

Bobby was grateful for the short time they had remained in the security office. It had allowed his cock to deflate enough so that it wasn't readily noticeable. "Got any luggage, Grandma?" he asked when the door had closed behind them. 

"Just the one bag you see on the carousel," she told him. "The rest of my belongings are being shipped by United Van Lines."

Bobby retrieved her bag and led his grandmother out the lobby and across the street into the parking garage, holding the bag in his right hand while Grandma Lilly clung to his left arm. When they reached his mom's car, he set the bag down, put his hand in his pocket and pressed a button on the key. Like a yawning hippo the trunk lid slowly opened. He placed the bag inside, closed the lid and pressed another button on the key. He pressed it twice so all the doors would be unlocked.

Still clinging to his arm, Grandma Lilly followed Bobby to the passenger side door and quietly waited while he opened the door.

Unless he had closed his eyes, it would have been impossible for Bobby not to see her firm, lightly tanned thighs. As she slid into her seat, her skirt had ridden up her legs until he could see the tops of her nylons and the garter clasps that supported them. He was mesmerized.

Grandma Lilly cleared her throat and then giggled lightly. She made no effort to pull her skirt down. "You gonna drive me home or are you gonna stand there all day long staring at my legs?" she asked.

"Sorry," Bobby muttered as he very reluctantly tore his gaze away from his grandma's legs. He scurried around to the other side of the car opened the door and sat down, leaving his grandmother to close her door on her own.

He closed his door, fastened his seatbelt and put the key in the ignition, almost dropping the key twice as he tried to fit it into the slot. He started the car as he took one more look at her legs.

"They're still where you left them," Grandma Lilly quipped.

"Huh?" Bobby said as he put the car in gear and drove away from his parking space.

"My legs," she said. "They haven't changed any since the last time you looked."

"S. . .s. . .sorry," Bobby stuttered as he stared straight ahead.

Grandma Lilly laughed; a low, guttural chuckle that exuded sex and did nothing to prevent Bobby's cock from getting even harder than it had when he first saw the tops of her nylons. She was having fun teasing her grandson.

Grandma Lilly was pleased that she could still elicit such a reaction from a man. The fact that it was her grandson, her own flesh and blood, mattered not to her. She was approaching sixty and she still had it.

She let her skirt ride high up on her thighs for nearly the whole ride home. Just before they entered the city, she smoothed out her skirt and pulled it down to a respectable level. "Gotta give the boy time to recover," she told herself. "Won't do for Bobby to walk in the house on three legs."

Not long after, they were parked in the driveway and Bobby was carrying his grandmother's bag to the front door. As before, she was holding on to his arm.

Bobby set the bag down and, before he could turn the doorknob, the door opened and his mother rushed out to hug her mother. "Lilly!" she exclaimed. "I was so worried about you! What happened? Late plane?"

Grandma Lilly bussed her son's wife on the cheek. "I'd have been later than this had not this gallant man you see before you helped me out. He's a real hero."

Louise looked quizzically at her son and then back to Lilly. "So, what happened?"

"Let's get inside and settled down," Grandma Lilly began, "and I'll tell you all about it."

Once inside, Louise introduced her friend, Donna and then led them into the kitchen. "Coffee, anyone?" she asked as they were sitting down. Both Donna and Lilly said, "No." 

Bobby shook his head in the negative and excused himself. "Going to my room," he said. "Hen parties are not for me."

Bobby was barely out of the kitchen before Grandma Lilly gave her account of what had happened at the airport that made them late getting home. When she finished, Louise grimaced. "You came that close to being kidnapped," she said.

"Or worse," Donna chimed in.

"You've got a brave young man in your Bobby," Lilly told Louise. 

They chatted for about an hour before Donna got up to leave. "Gotta get home so I can rest up from all the strenuous activities of the day," she said as she gave her friend a wink. Louise blushed as she felt her pussy get wet at just the thought of what she and Donna had done to each other a scant hour or so ago. 

Alone at last, Louise and her mother moved to the living room to continue their conversation.

"Where's the bathroom?" Lilly asked.

"Down the hallway and to the right," Louise replied.

Grandma Lilly stopped beside the partially open bathroom door and was about to enter when she heard someone groaning lightly. She moved to where she could see inside and put her hand to her mouth in disbelief. Bobby was sitting on the toilet, masturbating, his hand almost a blur as it rode up and down his massive erection. Her mind instantly went back to the incident in the car where she had all but exposed herself. If she'd let her skirt ride up any higher, Bobby would have been able to see her wet panties.

"Did I do that to him?" she asked herself. "My, my. He does have an impressive looking cock."

A moment later and she received her answer. "Lilly," Bobby groaned, "Grandma Lilly. I'm gonna cum. Suck out all of my cock sauce but, save some for Mommy!" 

A long, thick strand of his male sauce spurted from the tip of his uncircumcised cock and landed high upon his chest. A second rope landed just above his navel. A third shot out with more force than the other two combined and landed right between his eyes. Grandma Lilly stood there, mesmerized, as her grandson's massive tool jerked three more times; each shot landing on or near his navel.

She hurried away, feeling both embarrassed and angry. Embarrassed for being a witness to such a vile act and angry with herself because her panties were even wetter than ever. 

Semi-exhausted, Grandma Lilly sat on the sofa across from her daughter.

"What's wrong, Lilly?" Louise asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Lilly settled herself into the cushion. "I wish that I had," she gasped.

"I don't understand."

"I never got to piss," Lilly told her.

"Why not? Was Bobby hogging the bathroom again?"

Grandma Lilly nodded her affirmation. "Something like that," she said. "Bobby was beating off. And the door was open enough for me to see it all."

"What!" Louise exclaimed.

"You know," Lillian said. "Jerking off. Pulling his pud. Spanking the monkey. Choking the ch. . ."

"Enough," Louise said. "T. M. I. I get it." She paused as she remembered seeing her son's cock earlier that morning. "I'll have a talk with him about this."

"No, don't," Lilly said.

"Why not? Bobby's got to learn not to do that kind of stuff around here."

Grandma Lilly smiled. "Actually, I kind of enjoyed the show."

"Lillian!" Louise gasped. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Grandma Lilly's smile got even wider. "Have you seen that massive piece of meat he has between his legs? Quite impressive. Certainly bigger than Hank's dad, God rest his soul."

Unbeknownst to the two women, Bobby had finished with his self pleasuring, cleaned up and was on his way to join his mom and Grandma Lilly in the living room when he heard them talking. He stopped just short of the entrance to the living room and leaned against the wall, intent on hearing every word that was being said. He grinned with pride when he heard his grandmother talking about his cock and silently urged her to continue.

Louise couldn't help but join her mother in discussing the size of her son's cock. "I saw it this morning," she said, "when he jumped out of bed naked as the day he was born."

"Was it hard like I just saw it?" Lilly asked.

"Hard as a rock and swinging like a baseball bat with every step he took."

Grandma Lilly licked her lips. "Ever get the desire to let him shove it down your windpipe until you choke on it?"

Louise giggled with embarrassment. "Or. . .how's about letting him stuff it up your wrinkled old cunt?"

Lilly laughed. "If he asked polite enough, I'd let him stick that big ol' salami just about anywhere he wanted."

Louise's eyes widened. She could hardly believe the conversation they were having. "Even in your ass?" she asked.

"Even in my ass," Lilly told her. "Even in my ass."

"I don't know about going that far," Louise said. "He might cause irreparable damage." 

Bobby found himself getting hard again. The very thought that his own mother and grandmother were having such a conversation about him made him want to jerk off on the spot. He managed to keep it in his pants as he listened to their discussion.

"It's been almost a year since Hank's dad died," his Grandma Lilly said to his mother. "I'm so horny, I could fuck a rattlesnake."

"I'd be right there waiting in line for you to finish," Louise said. "It's been nearly four months since Hank's done anything more than kiss me good night. I'm afraid I'm going to go insane if I don't find something to fuck soon."

"Ever been with another woman?" Lilly asked her. "We could go that route until we worked up enough nerve to get Bobby involved."

Louise nodded. "Just today while I was waiting for you and Bobby to come home. My friend, Donna."

Bobby nearly choked on his own saliva. Hearing all of that was just too much for him to bear. He hurried down the hallway and back into the bathroom, making sure he had closed and locked the door before he pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles and sat down on the toilet. He grabbed his aching cock in his hand and began to stroke, spreading the massive amount of pre cum that had leaked out while he had been eavesdropping with each movement of his hand. His fevered mind, fueled by the visions of fucking all three of them, sent an overload of electrical impulses on down into his hard piece of meat, causing him to cum quicker than he had ever cum in his life.

For five days, Bobby went around the house with a near constant boner. He avoided all unnecessary contact with them, afraid they would ask him about it. He was beginning to think that his mother and grandmother had made the whole thing up just to tease him. That fifth night proved him wrong.

Bobby's dad had come home from a long business trip and, for once, he was going out of his way to be nice to Bobby's mother. Just a few minutes before seven PM, his parents had left for some kind of party put on by Hank's boss. 

"We'll be late," Louise had said.

"How late?" asked Grandma Lilly.

"Depends on how long the party lasts," Louise replied. "There'll be lots of drinking. We may just opt for a hotel room."

It was a few minutes past ten when the phone rang, interrupting the movie Bobby and his grandmother was watching. Grandma Lilly answered and, for the most part, just listened. Every once in a while, she would say, "Uh huh." Then she told whoever was on the other end of the line to enjoy themselves and giggled as she hung up the phone. Bobby looked at his grandmother questioningly.

"Your mother," Grandma Lilly told him. "They and some others decided to continue partying over in Prairie Town. Your dad got too shitfaced to drive. They're gonna get a room."

Bobby stood and yawned. "Good timing," he said sarcastically. "Interrupting the main part of the movie. It's over now and won't be on TV for another week and some. Might as well go to bed."

"Go ahead, Bobby," his grandmother told him. "I'm gonna watch a bit more TV."

Bobby went to his room, changed into his pajamas and crawled under the covers. He was soon fast asleep.

According to the clock on his bedside table, It was ten minutes before two AM when he woke up. He was faintly surprised because he usually had no problems sleeping through the night. Bobby lay there in the darkness trying to go back to sleep when he heard the whisper of his door as it slowly opened. 

In the dim light emanating from the opposite end of the hallway, Bobby could see his Grandma Lilly being framed by the doorway as she paused for a couple of seconds before continuing on inside until she stood by the bed looking down at him. She was completely nude! Bobby feigned sleep, wishing desperately that she would get in bed with him. His wish was granted when he felt her lifting the sheets and crawling in beside him.

Grandma Lilly lay still for a few minutes, hoping Bobby wouldn't wake up and not want her there. She'd thought long and hard before she'd made up her mind to do this. She hoped to get him so excited that he couldn't say no even if he wanted to.

Bobby's grandmother slowly reached out her hand until it was resting on his thigh. She felt his skin tremble. She let her hand lay there until she could finally work up the courage to rub his cock through his pajamas. "God, it's so thick!" she marveled to herself. "I've got to touch it!"

Bobby could hardly contain himself when his grandmother's hand crept inside his pajama bottoms and wrapped itself around his cock; a cock that had already begun to release copious amounts of his pre cum. Slowly, she pulled his rock hard member through the oversized fly of his pajama bottoms.

To Bobby, the first trip of her hand down to the base of his cock was unbearably slow. The trip back up seemed to take even longer. He could feel her trembling as she pulled the foreskin up and over his swollen knob and gave it a feathery light twist of her hand. 




Surrogate Husband Ch. 01



"Ungggggghhh," Bobby groaned as he twisted his body in his grandmother's direction.

Grandma Lilly's hand was going up and down his cock a bit faster now than the first couple of strokes but, Bobby still found it to be a tad slow to his liking. However, he couldn't say anything for fear of spooking her. He began to thrust his cock in and out of Grandma Lilly's fist and was soon matching her thrust for stroke.

Grandma Lilly could feel his fleshy tool begin to enlarge even more so she loosened her grip and did nothing for a minute or two, allowing Bobby to calm down a bit and to keep him from cumming so soon. Even though the urgency of the moment had been temporarily abated it was all he could do to keep from screaming when he felt the head of his cock being enveloped in the warm confines of his grandmother's mouth. 

It was no longer possible for Bobby to pretend to be asleep after he instinctively placed both hands on the back of Grandma Lilly's head and pulled her mouth further down on his about to spasm hard piece of meat, squeezed his hips together and thrust his cock even further into her mouth; so far that he could feel her throat muscles constricting around the head.

Grandma Lilly had suspected that her grandson was awake when she crawled into bed with him, but this confirmed her suspicions. Tears came to her eyes as she fought to keep from gagging. She couldn't remember a time when her mouth had been so full of hot, throbbing man sausage. Her late husband wouldn't have even held a candle to Bobby's efforts. Neither would any of the other men she'd had over the years. Bobby was bigger, even, than her own son, Hank.

Determined to give her grandson as much pleasure as possible, Grandma Lilly continued to fight her gag reflex as she breathed through her nose while she swallowed rapidly. She knew that Bobby's cock was about to vomit its sweet load of hot protein down her throat at any moment now.

Still holding his grandmother's head in place, Bobby continued to thrust himself into her mouth. Hot sparks of desire kept his body and his brain in constant turmoil. None of his girlfriends had ever been able or willing to take him into their throats the way his grandmother had. He knew without a doubt that this was something special. Hell, Grandma Lilly was someone special. He vowed right then and there not to do anything to screw up this budding relationship. He just hoped that his mother, and possibly Donna, would be as adept at sucking cock as the woman whose head was buried in his crotch. 

He was on the receiving end of a world class blowjob. That was for sure. Add to that the fact that this unholy, incestuous union was made possible because of the carnal talents of his grandmother, his own flesh and blood, and Bobby was amazed that he had held out as long as he had.

It wouldn't be long. Bobby's nuts were already churning, nearing the point of no return. One more thrust and one more hard swallow was all it took to send him over the edge.

When Bobby felt the first of seven hard contractions that sent his sticky, white man sauce up through his urethra and down his grandmother's throat, his hands dropped to his sides and he let loose with a roar that would have put a grizzly bear to shame.

After she felt his first discharge trickling down her throat, Grandma Lilly backed her mouth up and off her grandson's firing rod until her lips were circled just below the crown, tasting every drop as it hit the back of her mouth and splattered all over the inside of her mouth before she swallowed. She could barely keep up with his rapidly firing cock but, somehow, she managed to get it all without spilling a drop.

When Bobby's eruptions were reduced to a few dribbles here and there, Grandma Lilly continued to use her mouth as a vacuum while her tongue ran laps around his cockhead, lapping up all the sperm she could find.

Finally, satisfied that she'd gotten it all, Bobby's grandmother released her grip on his cock. It came out of her mouth with an audible plop, still hard and still twitching from the excitement of it all.

While feeling numb on the outside, inside, Bobby's entire being was a cauldron of emotions as his hot blood coursed throughout his body. Barely able to breathe on his own, he lay panting like a dog without shade on a hot summer day in Texas.

Grandma Lilly crawled up in the bed until she lay face to face with her grandson, the taste of his milky white protein shake still on her tongue. She ran her fingers through his sweat soaked hair. Slowly, Bobby's body began to return to normal. He leaned forward and gave his grandmother a light kiss on her lips.

"Thanks," he gasped

Grandma Lilly returned the kiss with a searching tongue, all but forcing him to open his mouth for her invading oral digit. Soon, their passionate, incestuous fires of desire were reignited.

Grandma Lilly ran her hand down Bobby's chest, across his stomach and through his hairy groin. Surprise registered on her face when she found him to be almost as hard as when she had first touched his man sized cock.

"You a virgin?" she asked.

"No." came the reply. "Did it twice with Becky down the street," he said somewhat proudly.

Grandma Lilly smiled and continued stroking his cock, which, by now, had been fully resurrected. She was going to have fun breaking this young man in. She knew she would eventually have to share him with her daughter, Louise but, for the time being he was all hers. Her pussy got even wetter than it already was at the thoughts flowing through her brain.

"You ever lick a woman's pussy?" she asked in a low, guttural voice.

Bobby shook his head. "Read about it in books," he said, "but I've never been given the chance."

"Well, it's about time you learned. Don't you think?"

Bobby's dick involuntarily lurched in his grandmother's hand. "I'd sure like to try," he said eagerly as he leaned in to give his grandmother another kiss.

With their tongues intertwined and battling each other for supremacy, both Bobby and his grandmother locked their lips together in the most unholiest of kisses.

Bobby hefted one of Grandma Lilly's breasts in his hand. He was surprised that, despite its firmness, it felt almost as soft as a baby's bottom. To her dismay, Bobby broke the kiss. Momentarily dampened, the fires of her hedonistic soul once again burned bright when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue across the end of that rubbery protrusion, marveling at how quickly it hardened. 

Bobby moved to straddle Grandma Lilly's legs and immediately began nursing on a different tit while he kneaded the one he'd just finished nursing on.

Grandma Lilly sighed heavily as she held his face against her breast. "Ohhhh, Bobby," she moaned. "You make your grandmother feel soooo good."

After several minutes of sucking on one tit while he simultaneously tortured the nipple with his tongue and caressing the other, he left her soft, pliant breasts and their hard, rubbery points, headed for the promised land. He stopped along the way to ream out her navel with his tongue and then made his way through her heavy bush to claim his prize.

"That's it, Bobby," his grandmother said through clinched teeth when he made contact with her clit. To her disappointment and dismay, Bobby continued on south, his tongue leaving a trail of hot saliva in its wake.

Grandma Lilly shuddered mightily when his tongue touched her wrinkled brown hole. She cried out in ecstasy when he ran his tongue up and then back down the length of her perineum. She groaned loudly when he pushed two fingers into her vaginal cavity and began to saw them in and out of her pussy. 

All too soon to suit her, Bobby removed his fingers from inside his grandmother's cunt and placed them directly on to her asshole. 

His fingers, slick with her vaginal juices, massaged the outer edges of her brown eye until his middle finger, seemingly on its own, slipped part way inside.

"Oh, Bobby, I don't know about that," she said. "No one's ever done that to me before."

"Just relax," Bobby told her. "From what I've read, most women enjoy having something in their ass while they are having sex."

"I still don't know," she told him. "Just go easy," she cautioned him.

"I will," Bobby said as he pushed his finger in and out of her tiny hole. "I promise. You can stop it anytime you want."

"No, no," she said quickly. "It feels too damned good for you to stop."

At the same time Bobby pushed his middle finger in to its last knuckle, he flattened his tongue and licked the length of her taint from her asshole to her vagina, paused and then licked his way up the length of her pussy until he made contact with her clit.

Grandma Lilly was nearly out of her mind with the intensity of the lightning bolt like surges of illicit pleasure that manifested itself at the very core of her being. Barely able to make a sound, her only way to communicate her desires was to wrap her legs around her grandson's head and neck area and hold on for dear life. Her hands were in constant motion, clutching the bed sheet and unclutching it. 

Her mouth opened in a silent scream, as she bumped her nether regions against Bobby's face over and over again.

Bobby showed his grandmother no mercy as he sucked her clit into his mouth. His tongue ruthlessly attacked her little bundle of nerve endings, coming at it from all angles.

Finally, Grandma Lilly cried out; a high pitched mournful sound that would surely have awakened the next door neighbors, had they been home. Her body went stiff and then undulated in a series of tremors that left her totally exhausted. Still, Bobby kept on the offensive, licking and sucking and prodding until his grandmother found her voice.

"Enough, Bobby," she pleaded. "It's too sensitive down there. I'll surely die if you don't stop." 

Bobby gave her clitoris one last lick; an action that resulted in one last primordial scream, and rose up on his knees between her legs, his face wet with her juices.

"Kiss me, Bobby," she all but commanded. "I love to taste myself after a man does that to me.

Bobby leaned down to kiss his grandmother. As their tongues once again did battle, Grandma Lilly was squirming and twisting beneath him, adjusting the position of her body until his cock was in line with the entrance to her velvet lined tunnel of love.

Her outer lips were blood engorged and open, waiting for his sexual lance to slash its way inside. "Push it on in, Bobby," she told him, in a voice filled with love, lust and desire. "I want you to fuck me like you own me."

Bobby's unholy desire to commit this incestuous act with his grandmother was heightened to an all-time high when he heard his grandmother's voice giving him permission to do what, up until a few days ago, he would have deemed to be impossible.

Bobby sent his massive cock into Grandma Lilly, slamming through her love canal, causing them both to grunt loudly when their groins collided. Bobby pulled his steel hardened lance nearly all the way out and then quickly shove it back in. Bobby kept slamming his love sword in and out of Grandma Lilly's cunt with the force of a jack hammer. 

"Oh, yes!" she cried out in ecstasy. "Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop. My pussy belongs to you! Fuck me like you own me!"

Lubricated by her copious juices, Bobby had no trouble complying with his grandmother's request. Her tightness welcomed his invading member each and every time he pushed himself into her, yielding easily as it massaged the length of his cock with a strength that belied its welcoming softness. 

Each time he withdrew, he could feel the suctioning pull of her vaginal walls as if it were trying to prevent him from leaving.

Grandma Lilly's legs were now pointed straight up towards the ceiling, her hands gripping them behind the knees. When her arms grew tired, she pulled her legs up under his chest and over his shoulders. Her larger than average breasts were now trapped and pressed almost flat from the force of Bobby's hard jousts. 

Bobby's grandmother, in the throes of passion, could feel his dick as it grew even larger inside her. She knew he was getting close. She was almost there, herself.

"Oh, Bobby!" she panted. "Hang with me just a bit longer! I'm almost there!"

Bobby was tired, but happy. Yet, his desire to come was stronger than ever. He continued to pound his grandmother's pussy even when his nut sack began to churn, a clear sign of his own impending climax.

They both erupted together. Grandma Lilly, her breasts still mashed flat, somehow managed to match him thrust for thrust even as she felt the first of several discharges of semen pounding the walls of her vagina, intensifying the sensations of only her second male-induced orgasm since her husband had died.

Bobby continued pounding his grandmother's quivering quim until he had no more of his sperm laden semen left to give. He then collapsed on top of her, her legs still trapped between the two of them.

When Grandma Lilly's own spasms had ceased and her breathing had return to a semi-normal state, she gently pushed him off of her. Bobby rolled over to the side while his grandmother gingerly lowered her legs down to the bed.

"You sure you were a virgin before this?" she asked incredulously.

Bobby assured her that he had been.

"Well," she began. "Whatever kind of books you've been reading have sure paid off. "I just wish your father and grandfather had read the same books."



Surrogate Husband Ch. 02



Bobby's brain reeled with thoughts of his father and his grandmother together; doing it! Grandma Lilly had alluded to this same fact not too long ago, but he'd given it no mind. Could it be possible that this family was a lot closer than "normal" folks would have imagined. That thought stayed with him even as he began to fall asleep. And, it was still on his mind when he woke up several hours later.

Bobby yawned and turned his head to the right. Grandma Lilly wasn't there. He lay in bed, blinking and trying to convince himself that he hadn't dreamed the whole thing up. He bolted upright when he heard his grandmother scream and, a split second later he heard a loud thud.

Bobby jumped out of bed, his dick still sticking out of his pajamas and ran into the living room. Grandma Lilly was lying prostrate, her left hand clutching the phone and her right hand pounding the carpet, whimpering. Large tears were leaking from both eyes.

"Grandma Lilly!" Bobby cried as he knelt beside her. "What happened?"

Grandma Lilly continued to cry as she offered him the phone. Bobby took it from her and held it up to his ear. "Hel. . .hello," he said tentatively.

"Bobby?" he heard his mother say.

"What's going on?" Bobby asked his mother. "I heard Grandma Lilly screaming, came into the living room and found her lying on the floor, crying."

"Bobby?" his mother sniffled. 

To say Bobby was concerned would be an understatement. His grandmother was now pounding her chest and wailing inconsolably and his mother sounded like she was going to join her at any time.

"What's happening, Mother?" he asked.

"It's your father," said the quivering voice on the other end of the line.

Bobby waited for his mother to continue but, all he heard was the sound of her heavy breathing and her muted crying. He was about to speak when she haltingly said, "He. . .he's g. . .g. . .gone."

"Gone? Where?"

What his mother told him next hit him like a ton of bricks. His stomach knotted and his knees grew weak.

"He passed away last night. Died in his sleep."

"But, he was so healthy!" Bobby exclaimed.

"Apparently not," his mother said. "The medical examiner said they won't know what really happened until they do an autopsy."

"You gonna be alright?" Bobby asked. "I can come keep you company if you'd like."

"I'd like that, son," she said. "But, Grandma Lilly is going to need you also. Besides, it's more than an hour's drive to get to where I am."

"Damn that," he said. "If you need me, no amount of distance would keep me from getting to you. You know that."

"You're such a sweet son," his mother said quietly. "And I would like to stay here for another day or two until they finish with the autopsy and release the body." She paused, took a deep breath and, with some difficulty, temporarily managed to stifle her urge to burst into tears as she added, "I want to be alone with your father one last time before they cover him up for good." 

"How 'bout I call your friend, Donna?" he suggested. "I could get her to stay with Grandma Lilly and then I could come be with you."

Louise Chandler's next breath was sharp and shallow. She expelled that same air as slowly as possible. Without realizing it, her crying and sniffling had ceased. It made her feel a bit better knowing her son cared enough to want to be with her in her hour of need.

"Okay, Bobby," she told him. "You'll find Donna's number on my computer. Just click on the icon with her name on it."

"Where are you staying?" he asked.

"Motel 6 on Butler," she said. "Room sixteen."

"I'll be there just as soon as I can, mom."

"Thanks, son."

Son and mother exchanged "I love you's" and hung up the phone.

Bobby helped his grandmother to a standing position and then led her over to the sofa and held on to her until she was seated. He turned towards the hallway.

"Don't leave me," Grandma Lilly pleaded. "I need you to hold me."

As much as Bobby would have liked to comply with his grandmother's request, he knew he couldn't; not at the moment, anyway. He turned back around. "I've got to find Mom's friend's number and see if she will come and stay with you for a while," he told her. "Mom asked me to come be with her until she gets things sorted out." Bobby could see the disappointment in Grandma Lilly's face. 

"Don't leave me here," Bobby's grandmother cried out. "Take me with you. He was my son, you know."

Bobby just couldn't ignore the look on his grandmother's face and the desperate, pleading tone of her voice. A hesitant smile crossed his face as he moved to hold her in his arms. "I know, Grandma Lilly. Of course you can go. I just wasn't thinking."

They hurriedly packed a few changes of clothes in a small suitcase and was on their way out the door when Grandma Lilly stopped suddenly. "Louise," she said. "She'll probably be grateful if we brought some fresh clothes for her also." She went back inside. Several minutes later, she and Bobby were on their way to Prairie Town. 

"You think Mom will suspect anything?" Bobby asked after they had entered the freeway.

"Suspect what?" Grandma Lilly questioned. Then, as if she'd had a light bulb moment, she sucked in a breath, held it for a second and expelled it very slowly. 

"Oh, that!" she giggled. "No, I doubt it."

Quietness reigned supreme for the next few miles. Then, Bobby, his mind in a turmoil over whether or not he should mention hearing his mother and grandmother talking the other day, decided to go ahead and say something about it.

"Ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked.

The question caught his grandmother off guard and, for a moment, sat stunned, unable to speak. Finally she found her voice. "No," was her simple reply.

"Ever given any serious thought to getting your anal cherry broken?"

"Bobby!" his grandmother chided. "Where did that idea come from?"

"The other day," Bobby began. "I heard you and mom talking."

"What did you hear?" asked his grandmother.

"Let me see. . .," Bobby teased. "You both know how big my cock is. You said you were so horny you could fuck a snake. Oh, and let's not forget the part about Mother confessing that she and Donna had been loving on each other."

Grandma Lilly laughed. "You little shit!" she said as she punched him hard, but playfully, on his arm.

"Well?" Bobby said. "Have you?"

"Not really," Grandma Lilly said.

Bobby looked at his grandmother and raised one eyebrow before turning his attention back to his driving.

Grandma Lilly laughed nervously. "I know where you're going with this," she told him. "I might be willing to try it but, as big as you are, you'd probably split me wide open."

"I'm not that big," Bobby replied.

"Maybe," she said. "And maybe not. Either way, you're a whole lot bigger than what I'm used to."

"Even bigger than Dad?"

"How did. . .?"

"You've let it slip about Dad a couple of times, Grandma Lilly."

Grandma Lilly smiled inwardly, her insides suddenly warm with the memories of the sexual encounters she'd had with her son. 

Like with Bobby, it'd started soon after Hank turned eighteen. It lasted up until Hank had married. In fact, they'd made love the night before the wedding, both of them weeping at the realization that it was over between them.

It had not been a mutual decision. In fact, Hank wanted their illicit, incestuous affair to continue but it had been her who said, "No." 

"You've got a new life ahead of you," Lilly had told her son. "No need complicating it any more than necessary."

More than twenty years had passed since their last encounter. She smiled as she thought of the times she'd nearly given in to her self-imposed sexual exile from her son. Every time the family had a get together, Hank would find a way to be alone with her. 

"Insistent little shit," she said to herself as she recalled each and every time her Hank had felt her up, every time he'd stuck his hand down her pants or skirt to rub her sensitive little button of desire or had fondled her breasts and every time he'd kissed her and tried to ram his tongue inside her mouth as far as it would go.

"Yes, I guess I did," she said, realizing that she was getting wetter by the second. Now that Bobby had given her what she'd been missing for so long, how could she bear to do without him while they were cooped up with his mother in that motel room? 

"I'll die," she said to herself. "If I can't suck and fuck that wonderful cock of his, I'll surely die."

"We're almost there," Bobby announced absentmindedly after he exited the freeway and had made a left turn towards town. An hour and twenty minutes had passed from the time they'd left the house and were knocking on the door to his mother's motel room, suitcases in hand.

Louise Chandler, after making sure it was her son on the other side of the door, was pleasantly surprised when she opened the door and saw not only Bobby, but Grandma Lilly standing beside him.

"Lillian," she said, sadness reigning supreme in her voice as she gave her mother a hug. "I didn't know how you would hold up to all of this so, I told Bobby to get Donna to come stay with you.

Grandma Lilly returned the hug. "I appreciate your concern, Louise," she said. "But, I wouldn't have managed too well without either of you around me."

Louise ushered her son and mother inside and closed the door. "I apologize for the lack of room and that there only being the one bed," she told them. "When I found out Bobby was going to drive up here, I tried to change rooms, but they didn't have any available with two beds. In fact, they didn't even have a vacant room at all. Some kind of convention in town"

"How about one of them roll-a-beds?" Grandma Lilly asked.

Louise shook her head. "Nope. They gave out their last one around noon today."

Bobby placed the bags on the bed and put his arm around his mother's waist. "We'll manage, Mom. We always do."

Grandma Louise nodded in the direction of the bags. "We brought you a couple of changes of clothes. Didn't know how long we'd be here. And I figured you wouldn't want to be running around all day feeling grubby. Your things are in that red one."

"Thanks," Louise told her. She pulled away from Bobby's embrace and opened the suitcase. "I'm feeling that way already. Especially my und. . ." She paused, thinking that Bobby didn't need to know that much information.

Grandma Lilly quickly picked up the slack. "I made sure I grabbed a couple pairs of panties and a couple of bras," she said as she smiled and winked at Bobby.

Louise Chandler sorted through the clothes, settling on a pair of light gray pants, a matching blouse and laid them across her right arm and continued foraging for some underwear. With her outer garments over one arm and a plain white cotton bra and matching panties hanging from the other hand, she went into the bathroom. "I'll be awhile," she said. "Just make yourselves comfortable."

As soon as the door was closed, Bobby and his grandmother were engaged in a long, sensuous, tongue swapping kiss. "I didn't think we'd ever be able to do that again," Grandma Lilly said breathlessly.

"Me, neither," Bobby said as he pulled his grandmother down onto the bed. He'd already pushed his hand up under her blouse and had filled it with her bra covered tit. He lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers.

Grandma Lilly allowed him this bit of liberty for just a few seconds before backing away and sitting on the edge of the bed. She took a couple of deep breaths before she spoke. 

"Remember, Bobby," she said as she lovingly caressed his cheek and then adjusted her clothes. "Your mother's in the bathroom. "We don't want her catching us doing anything."

"Maybe she'd like to join in," Bobby said wryly. 

Grandma Lilly punched Bobby lightly on his shoulder. "You really are a pervert, aren't you?"

"Grade A, number one pervert first class," he replied. "Grade A, number one."

Bobby lay back on the bed and closed his eyes while his grandmother stood, moved over to the desk and sat down in the only chair the room had to offer. He opened his eyes when he heard the bathroom door opening. When his mother entered the room, he sat up and reached for the telephone.

"Anyone for pizza?" he asked.

Grandma Lilly said, "Sure, why not?"

Louise Chandler grabbed her hair brush and began running it through her hair. "Not tonight," she pleaded. "I've been cooped up for I don't know how long waiting for answers. I feel like a proper 'sit down' meal."

"Fine with me," Bobby told her. "Where do you want to go?"

Louise finished brushing her hair and placed the brush back down on the bedside stand. "Nothing fancy," she said. "Maybe Denny's or IHOP. What about you, Lillian?"

"Fine with me," Grandma Lilly said. "I'm tired and I'm hungry. If I don't get to sleep soon, I think I'll just pass out from exhaustion."

"I'll drive," Bobby told them.

"Let's go, then," Grandma Lilly said.

Denny's was the first halfway decent looking place to eat they'd come to. Bobby pulled into the parking lot and parked the car. They all exited their vehicle and went inside. An hour and some later and they were on their way back to the motel.

Back inside, Grandma Lilly yawned and stretched. "Think I'm gonna lay down for a while," she said.

"Don't sleep too long," Louise told her. "You might not be able to sleep later on tonight."

"I'll worry about that later, Louise," Bobby's grandmother said as she moved the suitcases to the floor. She then lay down in the middle of the bed and was soon fast asleep.

Bobby and his mother talked with each other until almost six thirty PM, neither one of them able to express to the other what was really on their minds.

Throughout their conversation, Louise Chandler's mind kept flashing back to the other morning when she had seen her son's cock in all its glory while Bobby's over active imagination was nearly getting the best of him. Ever since the other morning when his mother had seen his hard piece of man meat, he'd been wondering what she looked like naked.

Grandma Lilly was just waking up when the conversation turned to food. This time they all agreed on pizza. By eight PM they'd finished eating and Lillian Chandler was announcing her desire to get some more sleep.

Each of them took turns going to the bathroom to change and to get ready for bed. Bobby was last. When he left the bathroom, clad in his pajamas as usual, his mother and grandmother were laying side by side, covers already pulled up to their necks. His mother was in the middle of reproofing his grandmother for her choice of sleep wear. 

Bobby's gaze turned first turned to his grandmother who was wearing a red, nearly completely transparent babydoll outfit with matching thong and then to his mother. She had borrowed one of Bobby's t-shirts. Being that she was a bit shorter than her son and that Bobby liked loose fitting, oversized t-shirts, her legs were covered almost to her knees.

Bobby lay down on the floor on his grandmother's side of the bed.

"What are you doing down there?" Grandma Lilly asked. 

"Didn't want to bother you and Mom," he said.

"Nonsense," his grandmother said. "We've got plenty of room."

"It might be better is he slept on the floor," Louise said. "It just wouldn't look right for him to be sleeping with us."

"Who's gonna know but us?" Grandma Lilly asked her daughter.

"Still. . ." Louise began.

"Still, my ass," Grandma Lilly interrupted. "You want him to catch his death of cold?" She lifted the covers.

"Get on up here next to Grandma Lilly," she told him.

Bobby hesitated, but finally decided to join her. Inside, he was a bundle of nerves and his boner was quickly approaching the diamond cutting stage. He omitted a few insincere objections for his mother's sake and slid under the covers next to his grandmother hoping like hell that his mother wouldn't notice his hard on.

Louise Chandler did, however, notice the bulge in his pajamas and was instantly jealous that he wasn't lying next to her instead. She reached for the wall switch next to her and turned off the light, suddenly immersing the room into almost total darkness. All three of them fell into a deep sleep.

Somewhere in the night, Bobby was awakened by his grandmother's fingers snaking through the fly of his pajamas. She quickly took hold of his burgeoning appendage and pulled it out of his pajamas. It was then that he realized that they were all but spooning!

Lillian Chandler lifted her leg slightly and placed his cock lengthways across her very wet pussy covered thong. Then she lowered it, trapping his dick against that thin piece of cloth. Bobby reached his hand over her upper body, cupped a soft, but firm tit, and began to roll her ever hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger while he slowly sawed his happy pecker in and out of the gap between her legs.

Before long, Grandma Lilly once again lifted her leg and pulled the sex dampened cloth to the side and repositioned herself to where Bobby's cock head was knocking at the door of her sex. The outer lips that guarded the ever widening opening offered little resistance as Bobby felt his foreskin being pushed back past the crown.

The hot warmth of his grandmother's vagina enveloped Bobby's cock head as he endeavored to push it even further inside. Millimeter by millimeter, his cock was exposed to the heat of her yielding womanhood until he found himself buried to the hilt inside Grandma Lilly's experienced pussy. 

Finally bottoming out, her hips mashed against his pelvis, Bobby lay unmoving until his massive tool settled down enough that the urge to cum was temporarily abated. Then he pulled back until his helmet shaped head was the only part of his sex still inside her, paused and slowly pushed forward until he could push no further.

Lillian Chandler, her body filled with the kind of desire that only comes from the knowledge that it was her and her grandson, her own flesh and blood, who were engaged in this most unholy, incestuous act, began to match him stroke for stroke, pushing when he pushed and pulling back when he pulled back.

Soon, they both were panting, both trying to be quiet so as not to disturb Bobby's mother, but their passion was not to be denied.

Bobby drew back, paused for a second, and forcefully jammed the entire length of his sexual lance into his grandmother. Unable to contain themselves, they both grunted loudly. Again and again, they shoved themselves against each other, no longer able to quietly enjoy their coupling, neither one of them giving a damn about disturbing Bobby's mother.

Nor were they aware that Louise Chandler had been awake for some time now and that she was laying there listening, feeling the bed bouncing with the force of their exertions. She soon pushed her hand under the t-shirt and began caressing her blood engorged clit, unconsciously timing her movements with theirs.

Louise's fingers didn't seem to be satisfying her as quickly as she thought they should. She knew that somehow, she had to be part of the good times her two bed partners were sharing. She turned to face her mother and kissed her fully on the mouth.

Grandma Lilly's lips parted at the insistence of Louise's invading tongue, sucking it deep into her mouth, her own tongue quickly becoming entangled with her daughter's.

Lillian Chandler could feel Bobby's cock expanding and knew it wouldn't be long before he was once again depositing his thick sticky sauce inside her welcoming chasm. She disengaged herself from Louise's soulful kiss and stopped humping herself along Bobby's thick member.

"Pull out, Bobby!" she urged. "Pull out!"

Bobby, not understanding her reasoning, continued his long, forceful strokes in and out of his grandmother's vaginal cavity until she pulled away from him. His dick exited with a very audible plop.




Surrogate Husband Ch. 02



Disappointed and somewhat angry, Bobby was about to speak when his grandmother rose to her knees, pushed the covers completely off the bed and straddled his mother. She continued her movements until she was on the other side of the bed, pushing Louise on to her back before she pushed Bobby's t-shirt up Louise's torso until her breasts were completely exposed. Bobby's mother raised up just long enough for her mother to pull the t-shirt off and throw it on the floor. 

Bobby could scarcely believe his eyes. Even in the murky darkness of the motel room, he could tell that his mother was naked. He wanted to turn on the bedside lamp to get a better look at her nude, heaving body but, didn't want to risk ruining the mood. 

Lillian Chandler wasted no time on preliminaries, preferring, instead, to go to the very core of Louise's desire. She immediately sucked her daughter's clit into her mouth and began to give it a first class tongue lashing while, at the same time, she inserted two fingers into Bobby's mother's already wet pussy. She turned her palm up and began to lightly rub along the upper wall of her vagina.

Bobby, not one to be left out, began to fondle one of his mother's tits and to suckle on the other one.

It didn't take long for Bobby's mother to venture into a world of incestuous bliss; a place that she did not want to leave -- ever! Like a mighty river, the wicked pangs of familial desire coursed throughout her entire body, causing the flames of passion to burn even brighter and hotter. She was soon gasping for breath, crying out from the sweet ecstasy that came with the knowledge that her own family members were attending to her each and every sexual need. Her own son was now nursing at her breast. She just wished she had some milk for him.

Grandma Lilly ceased her oral and her digital ministrations and got on her knees between her daughter's outstretched legs. "It's time, Bobby," she said. "Get over here and fuck your mother while she is willing and able."

Louise Chandler shook her head from side to side. Her feeble protestations went unheeded. She felt the bed vibrating against her over sensitive body as her son and mother changed positions. 

Bobby; her son; her own flesh and blood was now between her legs and was inching himself forward to the place of his birth. He was about to enter his mother's most sacred of areas. They both shuddered mightily as his cock head rubbed against her partially exposed clit. 

Louise reached between their bodies and pulled her lips apart. "Down just a tad," She instructed her son. Bobby lowered his aim and pushed forward until his cock head was seated just inside the entrance to her sex. She wrapped her legs around his waist, dug her heels into his butt cheeks in an effort to pull him further inside of her. She whimpered when another inch of her son's shaft slid into her velvet lined cavern.

Bobby gasped. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined his own mother's cunt to be so overwhelmingly warm and inviting. He reveled in the knowledge that he was finally fucking his own mother! He and his mother both cried out lustfully when, without warning, he jammed his cock deep inside his mother's hot, smoldering cunt.

The fact that Grandma Lilly had voluntarily moved over so Bobby could take his own turn between his mother's legs by no means meant she was removing herself from the sexual activities this unique situation had to offer. She crawled up in the bed, straddled her daughter's head and promptly lowered herself onto Louise's face. 

"Suck it!" she growled. "Grab hold of my clit and suck it like there was no tomorrow!"

Louise Chandler did not have to be told twice. She flattened her tongue and licked her mother's slit from the bottom upwards. The natural progression of this movement was that, at the end of her journey, the tip of her tongue would be resting on the very end of Lillian's hard nubbin of pleasure. 

Grandma Lilly would gasp and her whole body would shake like a leaf in a windstorm when Louise would move her tongue rapidly back and forth across that protruding bud of desire.

Bobby's mother made that oral journey over and over again, the fires in her own soul building up to an almost unbearable level as her son's cock continued to plow in and out of her well lubricated sexual orifice. 

"Keep going," Louise and Grandma Lilly said almost simultaneously, urging their attackers to continue ravishing their bodies.

Grandma Lilly's hands drifted downward across her stomach and onto her mound. With a forefinger on either side of her hooded instrument of joy, she pushed inwards and upwards, exposing an exponentially larger area of her clit for her daughter to suck on. 

Beneath her shaking, quivering mother, Louise Chandler was quickly losing what hold she still had on her sanity. She hadn't had a cock inside her since her husband last made love to her some four months ago. The fact that it was her son's piece of man meat foraging around in her sex just added to the excitement. 

She groaned as Bobby slammed her, repeatedly bouncing his nut sack against her perineum. She knew she was close when the walls of her vagina began lightly contracting around his penis. 

Lillian Chandler's clit had lengthened considerably since it had first made contact with Louise Chandler's tongue, making it easier for Louise to hold between her lip covered teeth. She gasped lightly when, because of her wild, animal like gyrations, Louise had lost her grip on her extended clit. Her gasp of disappointment, however, became a loud cry of joy and excitement when Louise regained her magical grip on her skin covered bundle of nerve endings while, at the same time, jamming her finger deep inside Lillian's ass. A second later and Grandma Lilly's orgasm was upon her.

"Oh, oh, oh," Grandma Lilly cried out in short staccato like bursts of expelled air. Her entire body was on fire with desire and lust. She jammed her sex against Louise's face, her hips clenching and unclenching repeatedly, waiting desperately for her orgasm to peak.

Suddenly, she erupted into one long scream of carnal delight. At this moment in time nothing else mattered except the orgasm that had taken control of her body, her mind and her soul.

Long after her orgasm had peaked, Grandma Lilly held her quim tightly against her assailant's face as it continued to quiver uncontrollably, forcing Louise Chandler to continue breathing through her nose.

Even that task proved to sometimes be a struggle for life as her mother's spasming mound sometimes blocked her nasal passages. 

Finally, Grandma Lilly's body gave in to her need for relief from this most massive of orgasms. Barely able to move, she slowly lifted a leg up and over Louise's body and then lay down beside her daughter.

Louise Chandler took in a massive quantity of air, partly because of being deprived of an ample supply of oxygen but, mostly because her own orgasm was almost upon her. She knew by the swelling of her son's cock inside her that Bobby would soon be joining her in her orgasmic bliss.

Bobby heard his mother's labored breathing; his own becoming ragged and very uneven. His nut sack was roiling so much that he thought each stroke would be his last. And, soon, it was.

"Don't stop," his mother pleaded when she felt the first spray of hot, child making cock sauce spray the back walls of her vagina. "Don't stop, baby. I'm almost there."

Bobby had no intention of stopping. He did, however, change the speed of his thrusting lance. Slowly and sensually, he slid himself in and out of the very core of her being. Each time his cock spit out its potent sauce, the nerve endings in his dick exploded in a frenzy of electrical charges. Seven times he was subjected to this most exquisite and delicious form of self-torture. And seven times, he thought he would surely die. It was on his final discharge that Louise Chandler's orgasm boiled over, transforming her entire body into a frenzied mass of quivering jelly. 

She cried out loudly and tightened the grip her legs had on his waist, making it impossible for Bobby to move. He just lay there, his mind numbing discharges now reduced to a few light dribbles, waiting for his mother to finish.

Louise grabbed a handful of her son's hair and yanked his face toward hers. Their lips bumped softly against each other's. One tongue tangled with the other as they rode out her climax together. 

Louise Chandler barely noticed the weight of her exhausted son as he lay on top of her, his softening member still inside her. She was still in heaven! Few men in her life had ever come close to making her feel as she did now after fucking her son. A smile of deep satisfaction spread across her face as Bobby pulled away from her and lay down beside her.

Bobby, himself, was as limp as an old dishrag. He turned his head to look at his mother at the same moment that she turned to look at him through half closed eyes.

Louise Chandler's smile remained as she lovingly caressed her son's face. "Thanks, son," she murmured. "I needed that."

"I didn't know, Mom," he said.

"Didn't know what, Bobby?"

"Whether or not you'd accept me."

The new widow laughed softly. "Accept you? Had I known you'd be this good in bed and that you'd make me feel better than I have ever felt in recent memory, I would have made you fuck me the very moment your father quit touching me."

From the other side of Louise Chandler came a long, contented sigh. "Amen to that," Grandma Lilly said, her voice teeming with satisfaction. "Amen to that."

Louise Chandler, like the other two occupants, lay flat on her back in the bed, replaying the events of the night over and over again in her mind. Never in a million years would she believed anyone had they told her that her son would do something sexual to her and that it would feel this good. She would have wasted no time in calling that person a liar.

Yet, there she was, lying side by side with her very virile son and her sexy mother, totally sated, wishing she had the energy to go another round. She slid a hand down the bellies of her bedmates, cupping Grandma Lilly's womanhood in one hand while, at the same time, wrapping her hand around her own son's cock and was soon fast asleep.



Surrogate Husband Ch. 03



Many thanks to those who so graciously pointed out my glaring mistake concerning Bobby's virginity. I hope this chapter clears it up to everyone's satisfaction. 

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"I can't believe I'm actually sitting in my own house again," Louise Chandler told her mother as they entered the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door and peered inside. "Three whole days it took for them to complete that damned autopsy. Can you believe it? Three days!"

"From what I've read," Grandma Lilly said, "that's just about normal."

"Normal?" Louise exclaimed. "What's normal about having to spend three days and nights thinking about someone slicing my husband open like a butchered cow?"

Lillian hugged her daughter with all the compassion she could muster. "It wasn't that much easier on the rest of us," she said.

"I know," Louise said ruefully as she returned the hug, letting the door swing shut. Despite her resolution to not have any more sexual relations with Bobby or Lillian, she felt herself getting a bit aroused the close contact. "That's why I'll always be grateful to you and Bobby for trying to keep me occupied so I would dwell in those things."

Lillian Chandler, still hugging her daughter, turned to face her. Tits were pressed against tits. Ever hardening nipples were trying to poke through each of their bras, burrow through their blouses and punch holes in each other's breasts. She kissed her passionately on the lips, all the while trying to insert her tongue into Louise's mouth but, Louise held firm, refusing to let the marauding have its way. She gently extricated herself from Lillian's grasp and backed up a couple of steps

"What's wrong?" Grandma Lilly asked.

"Nothing," Louise said in almost a whisper. "It's just that I told you two on the way home that I wasn't sure we could continue carrying on the way we did in the motel room."

"Don't me and Bobby have a vote in this?" Lillian asked.

"You two can do what you like, when you like," Louise told her mother. "It's not appropriate behavior, but you are both adults. I can't stop you."

Grandma Lilly laughed to herself. "Like she could stop us," she thought. Then she told Louise, "Bobby's good for me."

"He was good for me, too," Louise Chandler replied, "but I want more out of life than just a roll in the hay with my son."

"You mean, like, munching your girlfriend's carpet?"

"Donna ain't no relative," Louise countered.

Once again, Grandma Lilly pulled her daughter close to her. She ran her hand over her own mound. "It's gonna be a while before he gets any more of this treasure. Thought I might give it all to you."

Louise blinked. "I don't believe a word of that," she said. "As hard as you two were rutting for the past few nights, I figured once we got home, you two would be doing it twenty-four, seven."

"That's why I sent him to the store," Grandma Lilly said. "So I would have time to think about it and we could talk."

Louise laughed. "Yeah, right! You just wanted to get me alone so you could have your way with me."

"That, too," Lillian Chandler said as she leaned in to kiss her daughter.

Louise Chandler returned the kiss with quite a bit of passion, even allowing Grandma Lilly's tongue to enter her mouth for a couple of seconds before pushing her away. "I told you," she said a bit breathlessly.

No matter what she did to try and stoke her daughter's fires of lust, Grandma Lilly's advances were rebuffed. "I don't understand how you can turn your emotions on and off like a faucet," she said.

Louise looked at her with pleading eyes. "I just need some time," she said. "Time and a little space."

Grandma Lilly apologized profusely, took Louise by the hand and led her into the living room. "Be glad when Bobby gets home," she sighed as they sat on opposite ends of the sofa. "We've got a lot to talk about."

Louise Chandler curled her legs under her and scratched her ear. "Like, why you're not gonna let Bobby near you anymore?" she asked.

"Not 'anymore'," Grandma Lilly said. "Just for a while."

"How come?"

"I'm gonna tease him a bit about a fib he told me."

Louise Chandler pretended to be shocked. "Not my Bobby!" she said. "He wouldn't lie!"

Grandma Lilly laughed. "Yes, your Bobby. And, yes, he would."

"How big a fib was it?"

Grandma Lilly held up her hand and closed her thumb and forefinger until they were about a quarter inch apart. "About that big," she said 

Louise Chandler let one leg dangle over the edge of the sofa. "Tell me about it."

Grandma Lilly cleared her throat and began. "That first night we were alone. After you called to let us know you and Hank wouldn't be home. I asked him if he were a virgin."

Louise leaned forward. "And. . .?"

"He told me he'd done it with some girl named Becky a couple of times. He said it rather proudly, too."

Louise's eyes widened. She snorted. "Becky Brubaker? From two houses down? I don't think so. That family is too damned pious for something like that to happen."

"He said, 'Becky, from down the street.'"

Louise Chandler was aghast. "Why, those 'holier than thou' sons-of-bitches!" she exclaimed. "They won't hardly give anyone on the block the time of day. You seriously think they'd let their precious little girl out of their sight long enough to do something like that?"

"I'm just telling you what Bobby told me," Grandma Lilly said.

"They're even trying to control her life even after she's graduated and gone on to college," Louise told her mother. "I heard they sent her to one of them religious colleges. The kind where they are chaperoned by some dried up old prune nearly twenty four hours a day."

"Anyway," Grandma Lilly said as she smiled across the sofa. "I've been thinking heavily about it for a while now. I may have been in the heat of passion, but I distinctly remember him assuring me after he'd ate me out that he was a virgin."

"That's nothing to punish him for," Louise Chandler said in defense of her son.

"I know," smiled Grandma Lilly. "I just want to tease him for a few days. Make him want it so much, he'll want to force me to have sex with him."

"Why don't you wait until after the funeral," Louise suggested. "Things are gonna be rough enough for the boy as it is. Besides, I think we might be able work this thing to our advantage."

"How's that?" asked Grandma Lilly.

"Like I said," Louise began. Terri Brubaker is a self-righteous bitch who thinks her shit don't stink."

"And. . ."

Louise smiled. "And. . . I'd love to see her cut down to size."

"And how will that involve Bobby?" Lillian Chandler asked.

"Simple," Louise said. "We tell him that his punishment for not telling the truth is no more sex from either of us until he can prove he has seduced that cunt."

"What about her husband?" Grandma Lilly asked.

"George? He's been fucking around on her since I can remember. Everybody in the neighborhood knows about it. Terri knows, too, I suspect. She just tries to hide it but, she can't."

"Maybe," Grandma Lilly began. "Just maybe, we could seduce him and give her some proof."

Louise's eyes widened as a great big grin spread across her face. Their newly hatched plan was making her horny. In spite of her good intentions, she found herself wanting to give in to her renewed lustful urges. "Could go a long ways towards Bobby getting in her pants."

"It's settled, then," Grandma Lilly said.

At that moment Bobby came in the front door with his arms full of groceries. "What's settled?" he asked.

In spite of her best efforts to keep from smiling, Louise found herself grinning. "Go ahead and put up the groceries, Bobby," she told him. "Then come back in here and sit down. We have a lot of talking to do."

While Bobby was putting the groceries away, the two women hatched out a plan.

"Let's get him all hot and bothered and make him think we're gonna have sex with him and then cut him off at the last minute," Louise Chandler said.

"Nothing doing," Grandma Lilly told her. "I couldn't do him that way. I think he'd be more receptive to our idea if we gave him the best sex he's ever gonna get and then spring it on him."

"We'll see," Louise said. "Let's just play it by ear."

"Play what by ear?" Bobby asked as he entered the living room and sat on the sofa between the two women.

Both Mother and Grandmother grinned widely in spite of their best efforts not to do so. Each woman moved closer to Bobby until their thighs were touching and kissed him on a cheek. Louise Chandler then began sucking on his earlobe.

Bobby shivered with excitement. He had hoped they could continue making love after they returned home. He damned sure didn't want the escapades of the last few nights to be over. "Maybe my prayers have been answered," he thought giddily as he rubbed each woman's thigh.

Grandma Lilly leaned over and pressed her lips to his. Almost instinctively, Bobby's lips parted and his tongue snaked out in search of hers. His mother, in the meantime, busied herself with the unbuttoning of his shirt. When she had undone the last button, Bobby put his hands in the air and she pulled it off him.

With a great amount of reluctance, Grandma Lilly broke contact with her grandson so Louise could remove Bobby's t-shirt. She resumed her soulful kissing immediately afterwards.

Meanwhile, Bobby's mother was frantically trying to undo his pants. Lillian joined in and, soon, Bobby was totally naked, his hard cock pointing straight up.

When his mom began jacking him and his grandmother's lips left his face and wrapped themselves around his big cock head, Bobby knew he wouldn't last very long. Just before he reached the point of no return, as if the women were both communicating telepathically, they stopped their manipulation of Bobby's cock at nearly the same instance.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck!" Bobby groaned loudly. "Don't stop now," he pleaded.

Grandma Lilly pulled herself away from his groin and half turned to face her grandson. On his other side, Bobby's mother's hand was still on his cock, but it was no longer moving.

"Why'd you stop?" Bobby asked, still a bit out of breath.

"Remember," Grandma Lilly began, "Your mother said we had something to talk about.

Disappointed that these two women would leave him hanging, Bobby tried to convince them to continue.

"We won't leave you hanging, Bobby," his grandmother told him. "I promise. We need to get a couple of things straight between us."

Bobby chuckled and nodded at his still rock hard cock. "It still is," he said.

Both Mother and grandmother laughed. In spite of her intentions, Louise gave his cock a couple of light strokes.

"I've had some time to do some thinking," Grandma Lilly said.

"About what?" asked Bobby.

"You and me," she told him.

Bobby was silent. He turned to look at his mother who had, by now, removed her hand from his cock, then turned his attention back to his grandmother.

"Bobby," Grandma Lilly began. "That first night we made love, you contradicted yourself."

"How?" he asked.

"I'm getting to that," she said. "Let me finish."

"Okay," he told her as he nodded his head. "Sorry."

"I asked you twice about your virginity. The first time, you said you had done it with Becky up the street. The second time, you assured me you had been a virgin prior to us doing it."

Bobby's visage seemed a bit paler than just a few minutes before as he tried to recall his conversation that night with his grandmother.

"Which is it?" Grandma Lilly prodded.

Bobby's face turned red as he lowered his head in obvious embarrassment. His response was almost inaudible as he muttered, "I was a virgin."

Grandma Lilly took hold of his chin and lifted his face until they were staring at each other eye to eye. "Louder," she demanded. "I can't hear you."

Bobby cleared his throat. "I was a virgin, Grandma Lilly. I was a fucking virgin."

"Why did you tell your grandmother differently?" Bobby's mother asked.

Again, Bobby lowered his head in embarrassment. "I wanted to make her think I knew what I was doing." He looked up at his grandmother. "I thought maybe you wouldn't want to do it with me if you knew I had no experience," he told her, his eyes glassy from the tears that were forming in the corners. "The second time, you had me so hot and bothered that I could barely remember my name. My brain was somewhere in Albuquerque, waiting for a train." 

Grandma Lilly laughed heartily at her grandson's joke. She leaned in and kissed Bobby on his cheek. "Are you kidding me?" she asked as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Older women like myself and your mother love to teach young virgins like yourself the finer points of making love."

Bobby cupped one of his grandmother's tits in his hand. "Wow!" he said. "I didn't know that!"

"Well, you do now," his mother chimed in.

Grandma Lilly looked at her daughter and winked. "What do you think we should do with him, Louise?" she asked.

"I think we should fuck him silly before we decide on an appropriate punishment."

"Maybe you're right," Grandma Lilly said. "It may be awhile before he gets to poke either of us again. She stood up and grabbed Bobby by his pecker. "Let's get into the bedroom where we'll be more comfortable."

Louise stood also and followed behind them, undressing as she went. By the time they had entered the bedroom, she was already naked. Just as they reached the bed, Louise Chandler hugged her mother from behind, cupped her breasts in the palms of her hands and was kissing her on the nape of her neck.

Grandma Lilly shuddered, released her hold on Bobby's cock, placed her hands on top of Louise's and pressed them even closer.

Bobby was not idle during this show of affection between the two women. He immediately went to his knees in front of his grandmother and, within the space of just a couple of seconds, had her skirt unbuttoned, unzipped and piled on the floor at her feet. He pressed his face against her panties and inhaled deeply, saturating his olfactory nerves with every ounce of her womanly smell as possible. There was no way he could ever get enough of that smell. He inhaled once more, nudging her mound with his nose.

Grandma Lilly moaned softly, her incestuous desires quickly taking her sanity away from her. She shivered with anticipation as, almost at the same time, she felt Bobby's hands grab the waistband of her panties and Louise's hands move under her blouse and work their way back up to her breasts. With trembling hands, Lillian Chandler began unbuttoning her blouse.

Six buttons later and Grandma Lilly's blouse was open. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She waited until her panties were lying in a heap atop her skirt before kicking both items away. She moaned her consent and approval as Bobby, once again, buried his face in her crotch. She then reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. A second later and all three of them were naked.

Suddenly feeling weak in the knees, she remained upright only because her grandson had wrapped his arms around her legs when he began lapping at her sex and because Louise had such a tight grip on her from behind. 

She could feel Bobby's mother's nipples hardening against her back. Her own nipples, already hardened to the nth degree, were being not so gently manipulated between Louise's thumbs and forefingers.

Due to his angle of assault, Bobby could barely reach his grandmother's clit with the tip of his tongue. At first, her clit did not seem to be responding but, he continued to tease at it. Suddenly, as if by magic, it appeared, poking out from beneath its hood, glimmering with a generous coating of Bobby's saliva.

"Up on the bed," Lillian Chandler told her grandson, her voice hoarse and full of desire. "And lay down."

Bobby climbed onto the bed and lay down on his back. Grandma Lilly quickly followed, straddled his head while facing his feet and lowered her sex until it, once again, made contact with his face. She shivered uncontrollably, emitting a mournful sounding groan, as his tongue made its first tour up her quivering quim.

Louise Chandler was forced to release her hold on her mother when Lillian followed Bobby onto the bed. She watched anxiously as Grandma Lilly straddled Bobby's face. Seeing Grandma Lilly's pussy lips smashing into Bobby's human, male lips made her body shiver with incestuous desire. Without waiting for an invitation, she crawled up on to the bed beside them.

Bobby's mother settled into a sitting position next to him and grabbed hold of his cock, guiding it to her mouth as she leaned over his groin, slowly unfolding her body, angling herself almost perpendicularly from his hips. Propping herself up on her elbows, she greedily swallowed his cock until the head was lodged in her throat and her lips were being tickled by his pubic hairs.

Her lips slid back up the shaft at an agonizingly slow pace as she retreated until just the head remained in her mouth. Her tongue did several laps around the crown before she let her son's cock fall out of her mouth. Holding his pecker in her hand, Louise Chandler licked the underside of his golden shaft from bottom to top as she cradled his balls in her hand. Then, starting once again at the base of his wondrously hard as steel rod of pleasure, she nibbled her way back to the top. The pleasure Louise was giving her son was such that it would sometimes make him forget to lick his grandmother's pussy.

"Don't stop!" Grandma Lilly would remind him. "Lord, help me. Don't stop!"

Bobby gave her slit a few more licks and then, using his hands, urged his grandmother to spread her legs a bit wider. When she complied, he slid his hands up the inside of her thighs, not stopping until his fingers were resting on either side of his tongue, and had spread her outer lips as wide as possible.

Grandma Lilly cried out in complete ecstasy when he jammed his tongue as far inside her womanhood as it would go. Her pelvic contractions began almost immediately. She humped his face and his tongue like a woman possessed, emitting soft, mewing sounds as she felt her orgasm slowly building to a crescendo. 

Bobby's tongue quickly grew tired, but he didn't want to stop. He knew his grandmother was getting close and he didn't want to disappoint her. However, he did quit fucking her with his tongue. 

Once more, Bobby's oral digit made its way up her fully engorged outer lips until it reached her clit. Lillian Chandler screamed loud and long when she felt her wonder bud being enveloped by her grandson's lips. She screamed even louder when he began flicking the tip across the increasingly sensitive end of that button of desire.

Louise Chandler, still orally ministering to her son's cock, felt it swell within the confines of her mouth. Knowing that he, too, was getting close to popping off, she pulled up until her lips made contact with the crown of his cock. She applied as much suction as she thought he could stand and began to swirl her tongue around the head. Then she backed completely off, causing Bobby to groan in displeasure.

Bobby's groans of disappointment were soon replaced with a sigh of contentment as he felt his mother positioning herself over him and then grasp his cock in her hands.

Louise Chandler was quick and efficient with her manipulation of her son's hard male shaft. Holding it steady, she lined the head up with the opening of her overflowing sex and, with a debauched cry of self-indulgent hedonistic determination, skewered herself on his hot, unbendable tool of pleasure, not stopping until she had his full length deep inside her.

Bobby's mother's body was like a machine as she bounced up and down on his human sword and twisted her body to and fro in an effort to advance their pleasure to the next level and beyond.




Surrogate Husband Ch. 03



Bobby, unable to keep pace with this human dynamo he called mother, grabbed her tits in his hands and held on tightly, giving them an occasional hard squeeze and let her ride his cock into oblivion. Soon, all three of them were grunting loudly.

Grandma Lilly was the first to reach her goal. Bobby's tongue lashing soon proved to be more than she could handle. She ground her cunt into his face and, in a loud, near screaming cry, announced the obvious.

"I'm cumming!" she yelled. "Sweet god in heaven, Bobby, this is killing me!"

Bobby continued to lick and suck on his grandmother's clit without mercy, sending her cries of release higher and higher in pitch until she lost her sense of reality. Her rational thoughts and her lucid conversation no longer existed. She was now babbling incoherently. Not one utterance was intelligible. 

Grandma Lilly's orgasm peaked slowly until it burst, sending small electrical charges throughout her body before settling in her clit. Her body had been reduced to a quivering, mass of gelatin like substance. Like a volcano, small, tiny orgasmic aftershocks continued long after the main event had begun to fade. She leaned forward, pushed Bobby's hands away from his mother's tits and replaced them with her own, squeezing them in much the same manner as her grandson had done, only harder.

Louise cried out in both pain and pleasure. Grandma Lilly was hurting her but, by the same token, what her mother was doing to her felt deliciously exciting.

Bobby let his hands fall to the fleshy expanse of his mother's hips and held on tightly. His end was near. And judging by his mother's labored breathing and her sharp cries of pleasure, she was also reaching the precipice of her intended goal. Suddenly, Bobby's nuts tightened and pulled up within himself; a sure sign that he was about to explode.

Despite the manic nature of her gyrations, Louise Chandler knew that her son was on the verge of an eruption. In her last lucid moment before she gave in to her incestuously sinful desires, she found herself hoping he would impregnate her.

Bobby's cock lurched within his mother's hot, slick tunnel. Like a shot from a cannon, he sprayed his mother's vaginal walls with his potent viscous fluid. Yet, he kept on thrusting himself against her, driving in and out of her divine receptacle until he had emptied himself inside his first home; the place where his mother had carried him for the first nine months of his existence. He felt giddy at the thought that his seed was being deposited in the same receptacle where he was conceived. 

Louise Chandler wasn't that far behind her son in their quest for mutual release. She could feel his sperm as it shot out of his urethra, the feeling so stimulating that she had no choice but to explode like a volcano.

One last powerful thrust and Bobby was finished. He lay limply atop his mother, crushing her tits against her rib cage as her final tremors continued to rock her body with a multitude of seismic explosions. She wrapped her legs around his waist and, lifting her trembling ass, met his final thrust with one of her own; her shoulders and the back of her head being the only parts of her body still touching the bed.

Slowly, as their passion subsided, she lowered her body back on to the bed, absorbing the full weight of her son as he lay, unmoving, on top of her. 

Somehow, without verbal communication, the three of them managed to disentangle their tired, sated bodies from their current positions and lay side by side on the bed, still too exhausted to speak. 

It was dark outside when they, once again, became aware of their surroundings. Bobby lay between his mother and grandmother full of dread, unable to comprehend why he would be punished for what he reasoned was nothing but a simple mistake. He felt that he hadn't done anything so terribly wrong. After all, what had been said and done had been in the heat of passion.

Louise was the first to stir. She sat up in bed, her well-oiled pussy still tingling from the afternoon's incestuous activities. Grandma Lilly raised up on to her elbows, bleary eyed and still in a daze. She turned to look at her grandson, his face twisted into a lopsided grin.

"And look at him," Lillian Chandler said. "Grinning like I don't know what."

Bobby's smile grew even wider at his grandmother's words.

Louise Chandler let her dangling feet touch the carpet as she stood and announced her hunger. "Anybody ready for some Chinese?" she asked, receiving a simultaneous "Yes!" from her two bed mates.

"Let's get freshened up a bit before we order out," Bobby's mother suggested. "This place is beginning to smell like a whorehouse," she said as she padded across the floor towards the bathroom.

"Oh, goody!" Grandma Lilly exclaimed. "Shower time."

Louise, having reached the doorway, turned and told her mother, "One person at a time. Otherwise, we might starve to death."

"I'll order the food while you're in the shower," Bobby said to his mother. "That way we won't have to wait so long."

"Good idea, son," Louise Chandler called out over her shoulder just before she stepped into the shower and closed the door. "I'm hungry enough to eat a bear live."

"And I'm hungry enough to eat you," Bobby said in a whisper. 

An hour later and each one had showered and put on clean clothes; both women making independent decisions to dispense with their underwear, causing Bobby to sprout a perpetual boner each time he saw a pair of tits jiggling beneath a shirt. 

Bobby, being last in line, was taking his turn in the shower when the food arrived. His mother and his grandmother had already set the table and had dished out the food in proportionate amounts by the time he entered the kitchen and sat down at the table.

They engaged in small talk as they ate, neither one of them willing to say what was really on their minds; Bobby still wondering what his punishment would be and why it had to be and the women thinking about how to say what it was that they wanted him to do.

Finally, Grandma Lilly spoke. "Bobby," she began, "Your mother and I have decided to withhold all sexual favors from you until you have finished with your punishment,"

Bobby looked questioningly at his mother and then at his grandmother, his mouth full of food.

"You remember telling me that you did it with Becky Brubaker down the street?" his grandmother prompted him.

Bobby, his mouth still full of food, just nodded, waiting for her to continue.

"And you remember telling me that you had lied just so you'd look more macho like in my eyes?

Again, Bobby nodded.

"Well," Grandma Lilly continued, "we're gonna give you a chance to turn that lie into a truth."

"How can I do that," Bobby inquired, "when Becky's halfway across the freakin' country?"

Louise Chandler took her son's hand in hers. "We thought about that," she said. "And we came up with a solution."

"We want you to seduce her mother," Grandma Lilly continued.

Bobby's eyes opened wide. He almost choked when he swallowed a mouthful of food in one quick gulp. It was incredulous; this idea that they wanted him to screw Mrs. Brubaker. "That sanctimonious old biddy," he said. "She wouldn't let me get near Becky. I tried telling Becky 'hello' a couple of times when I passed by their house and she was outside. The old bitch ran me off every time."

Bobby paused and took a deep breath. "You don't want to know what she told me when she caught me walking Becky home from school one day."

Grandma Lilly arched her eyebrows. "Oh?"

"She was no sweet talking church lady that day," Bobby said. "She called me everything 'cept a child of god."

Louise patted the back of her son's hand. "We think you're up to the challenge," she cooed. "Might take you a while, but we think you can do it."

"Yeah," Bobby said in a voice filled with sarcasm. "A long, long while. Like throughout eternity and beyond."

"If eternity lasts for three weeks," Grandma Lilly told him, "then, that's how long you have to get it done. Until then, we may or may not allow you to have sex with us."

"You might as well just shoot me and put me out of my misery," Bobby said. "That bitch ain't gonna let me get within spitting distance of her. And, what about her husband?"

"We'll take care of him," his grandmother said. "As a matter of fact, he might be instrumental in helping old 'Iron pants' Brubaker to let you knock off a chunk of that pussy of hers."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" he asked.

"Never you mind about how," Lillian Chandler told her grandson. "You just be ready with your camera when we tell you." 

A light of understanding began to shine in Bobby's eyes. "You mean that you would screw Mr. Brubaker and get me to take pictures do I can show them to Mrs. Brubaker?" he asked.

"You've got it just about right," Bobby's mother told him. 

"But, why are we doing this in the first place?" Bobby asked his mother.

"You know how snooty that old bitch is toward most everyone she meets."

Bobby nodded. "Got her nose stuck so high up in the air that it's a wonder she don't drown every time it rains."

"Yeah, well," Louise Chandler told him. "I'm thinking that we can take that sanctimonious, church going, little Miss Prim and Proper hypocritical bitch down a notch or two."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Bobby said. "When do we start?"

"Tomorrow evening," his mother told him. "About dark." She paused for a moment as if she were pondering some great truth before continuing. "It's common knowledge that Mr. Brubaker has a wandering eye. He's hinted to me several times that he'd like to get to know me a bit better.

'It'll be Thursday. And Thursday nights is when Mrs. Brubaker goes to her churchified hen party. Stays out 'til nearly midnight before she gets home. After she leaves, I'll call him up on the pretense that I have a man sized leak in my pipes and I need him to come over and fix it."

"What about me and Mrs. Brubaker?" Bobby asked.

"You don't have to wait on us," Grandma Lilly said and then shrugged. "Who knows? You may get lucky without our assistance."

Bobby grinned. "Highly unlikely," he said. "Highly unlikely."

As tired as they all were, Bobby and his two lovers managed to get in another mind blowing bout of sex before they all pooped out. Finished and extremely sated, Bobby lay between the two women of his dreams, unable to sleep thinking of different ways to approach Mrs. Brubaker. Then he settled upon the direct approach. He snuggled against his mother and closed his eyes, still giddy from the excitement a new conquest was sure to bring him. "This isn't much of a punishment, is it?" he asked himself just before he fell asleep. He wasn't awake long enough to answer himself.

The next morning found the three of them cheerfully conversing with each other at the breakfast table.

"Haven't changed your mind, have you, Bobby?" his grandmother asked.

Bobby shook his head. "No way, Grandma Lilly. However, I have added a few conditions to the bargain."

"What's that?" asked Louise Chandler.

Bobby looked each woman in the eye and grinned. "Wellllll," he began, dragging out the suspense for what seemed like an eternity.

Grandma Lilly, anxious beyond human reasoning, mirrored his speech." "Wellllll. . .what?"

"When this so called punishment is over and done with, I'm gonna fuck both of you in the ass." He paused for effect before continuing. "And for a month following my conquest of Mrs. Brubaker, you will either be completely naked when we are at home or you will be wearing hose, a garter and your best three inch spiked heels."

Bobby's mother was about to protest when he silenced her with a hard look. "I almost forgot," he said. "No matter what you are doing, if I tell you to bend over, you must bend over and spread your cheeks, 'cause I'm planting this stalk of mine right up your wazoo."

Grandma Lilly was silent as she contemplated this turn of events. She had already decided to give up her anal cherry to Bobby. She just hadn't decided on a time or a place.

"These conditions are nonnegotiable," he told them. Both women remained silent.

"You've got to both agree to them, or there's no deal."

Louise Chandler reluctantly agreed to Bobby's conditions while his grandmother enthusiastically nodded her head in the affirmative. 

Bobby slapped his palms together. "Great," he said as he swallowed his last bite of food. "I'm going out for a while. What time should I be back to take pictures?"

"No later than three-thirty," Grandma Lilly said.

Bobby stood, kissed each of them on the cheek and said, "You can count on me. I wouldn't miss this for the world."



Surrogate Husband Ch. 04



Bobby Chandler chuckled to himself as he drove down the street. He didn't mind it much that his mother and his grandmother were conspiring against him. If things went right, he would have one more woman to help keep him satisfied. He thought it to be a bit ridiculous, though. Hence, his "conditions." He never once thought they would be so willingly agreed to. "Kinda like leading sheep to the slaughter," he said aloud.

Barely six blocks away from his house and he entered a newly formed subdivision. Very few houses existed in the place where the campus of his old high school had once stood. It had been razed within weeks of the new high school being built on the outskirts of town. Most of the foundations had been laid, on top of which houses, in varying stages of completion, stood like skeletons, waiting to be finished. It was there that he saw Mrs. Brubaker's minivan sitting next to the curb with the hood up. Mrs. Brubaker stood next to the driver's side door, waving frantically. 

"My lucky day," Bobby thought as he stopped next to the van and rolled the window down.

"Thank God you came along," she said breathlessly.

"What's wrong, Mrs. Brubaker?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know," she said as she leaned part way through the open space in the passenger side door. "It started making this clunking sound and then it just quit running. Now, I can't get it started."

"Sorta 'gave up the ghost', eh?" he said, laughing inwardly at his own joke.

Mrs. Brubaker saw no humor in her situation, but didn't tell him so. She just smiled disdainfully and said, "What am I going to do? I need to get groceries and get home as quickly as I can."

"You also need a tow truck," Bobby told her. "Tell you what. You climb on in and I'll take you shopping. You can use your cell phone to call get a bl-tow job."

"I can't," she told him. 

"What do you mean?" Bobby asked. "You can't ride with me or you can't make the call?"

"Oh, no," Mrs. Brubaker told him as she opened the door and climbed in. "I can't make the phone call because I left my cell phone at home. May I use yours?"

"Left mine at home, also," he said. "We'll call one when we get to the store." For the first time since he'd known the Brubaker family, he saw Becky's mother in a different light.

Of average height and a little more than average weight, Mrs. Brubaker was a bit nondescript. Yet, her naturally curly blonde hair would have made her stand out in a crowd. It hung to just below her shoulders.

"I love the way the sun reflects off your hair," Bobby commented. "You must have just shampooed it."

"Really?" she questioned as she twisted her neck slightly, causing her hair to undulate along her shoulders and back. 

"That's more than my Herman would say," she said, her voice brimming with cynicism. "Ever."

Bobby saw his opening and he took it. "Your husband has to be an idiot not to notice true beauty like yours."

"You're so sweet," she told him. For a second or two, Bobby thought, Mrs. Brubaker's visage had changed to that of a real human being, almost belying the fact that she was the hoity-toity, nose-up-in-the-air bitch that most everyone he knew thought her to be.

"You sure didn't feel that way when you caught me walking Becky home from school that day," he said to himself. He bit his lip to keep from putting a voice to his thoughts. Instead, he just laughed lightly and told her. "I've always thought you were one of the sexiest women on the block."

Mrs. Brubaker caught her breath and stiffened temporarily. "How dare him use such a word to describe me," she thought. She opened her mouth to severely chastise him, but, for some reason she couldn't. In spite of what she thought about Bobby Chandler, she found herself warming up to the idea that he wasn't such a bad kid after all. Instead, she ran the fingers of her left hand through her hair, smiled again and said in a soft voice, "Thank you for your opinion. But, flattery will get you nowhere with me."

Bobby pulled into a parking space in front of the grocery store, shut the engine off, turned in his seat and looked her in the eye. "Sure, Mrs. Brubaker, it is a bit of flattery that I'm using on you today but, I promise you that every word of what I said is the truth. If I were your husband, you'd be getting compliments like that every day of the week. You have no idea. . ."

Mrs. Brubaker reached for the door handle. "You're going to make an old lady blush," she said as she quickly exited the vehicle and ran toward the store.

About an hour later, Bobby spied Mrs. Brubaker exiting the store with a shopping cart full of groceries. He opened the car's trunk and began to transfer the groceries. When he finished doing that he moved quickly to the passenger side door, opened it and waited for her to get in.

Mrs. Brubaker tried to pull the seatbelt around her, but it was stuck. She looked at Bobby with demanding eyes. "Fix it, please," she said coldly and matter-of-factly. 

"Yes ma'am," Bobby replied. "It gets stuck like that once in a while." He tugged on the belt several times before it became unstuck. Instead of giving her control of the seatbelt, he decided to fasten it himself. 

As he reached around her, his forearm brushed against her breasts. She glared at him for a moment and then looked away. He closed the door quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice how excited he'd become because of that one unintentional touch. 

Bobby needn't have worried so much. As he was rounding the car, getting in and fastening his own seatbelt, Mrs. Brubaker was asking herself why such a simple touch of her breasts from someone she despised so would cause her nipples to harden like they had.

She would have understood and would have welcomed the touch if it had been her husband doing the touching. She laughed to herself. "Fat chance of that happening. He hasn't touched me sexually in well over a year."

A tiny tear formed in her left eye. "He's sure enough touching that harlot, Marla Jackson, every chance he gets." The tears became bigger and soon they were in both eyes, clouding her vision.

Bobby glanced in her direction in time to see a tear fall from her chin onto her blouse. "You okay, Mrs. Brubaker? He asked.

She stared straight ahead, her expression almost void of emotion. "Sure," she said with a touch of sadness. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Bobby said nothing else to his neighbor the rest of the way to her house. "Aw, hell!" he exclaimed as he pulled into her driveway.

Lost in a sea of self-misery, Mrs. Brubaker was startled by bobby's sudden outburst. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"We forgot to call a tow truck."

"I did that while I was in the store," Mrs. Brubaker said rather condescendingly. "If you had paid attention, you would have noticed that my van was not where I left it."

Bobby breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, good," he said. Once in the driveway, he turned the engine off, got out and scurried around to open the door for Mrs. Brubaker. He helped her out of the car and then opened the trunk. Thankful that the store still used plastic bags, Bobby managed to carry all her groceries in the house in one trip.

"Just put them anywhere in the kitchen," she told him. I'll get to them later."

Bobby placed the bags on the kitchen table. "Are you sure?" he asked. "There's some things here that might spoil if we don't refrigerate them."

Mrs. Brubaker came into the kitchen. "We wouldn't want that. My Herman might pitch a fit if he didn't get his meatloaf at least once a week." A quick shaking of her head sent a ripple through her curly blonde hair

"He doesn't beat you, does he?" Bobby asked her.

Mrs. Brubaker's eyes were filled with anger when she answered him. "No, no, no!" she said. "He knows better than that. I'd divorce him so fast his head would be spinning for at least a month."

"So, what do you like to do besides go to church?" Bobby asked her.

Mrs. Brubaker paused as she opened the freezer door of the refrigerator to deposit the last package of hamburger meat. "Church is about all I have," she said with a touch of sadness in her voice. "My Herman has never been one to do much outside the home except run around with his whores."

She deposited the meat, closed the freezer door and turned to face Bobby, her lower lip quivering mightily. "I shouldn't have said that," she said. "That was very unlady-like and not very Christian of me to say such things in front of you."

Bobby stepped forward and embraced Mrs. Brubaker. "Sometimes, you just gotta let yourself go," he told her. Then he did something that surprised even himself. He kissed her full on the lips. He was even further surprised when she began to kiss him back.

Bobby pushed his tongue against her lips. She kept her lips closed tightly but, didn't break away for several seconds. Then, as if she'd morphed back into her real self, Mrs. Brubaker pushed him away. She slapped him hard across his left cheek.

"You filthy boy," she yelled. "How dare you take such liberties with me. I'm a married woman!"

Bobby's face stung from her assault, so much so that a tear slowly seeped from his left eye. He put his hand to his face and winced. "That hurt!" he exclaimed.

Still huffing from her sudden outburst of energy, Mrs. Brubaker's eyes fairly burned with anger. "As well it should," she told him. "I should have slapped you harder."

Mrs. Brubaker pointed toward the living room door. "Get out!" she cried. "Now!"

His hand still on his face, Bobby Chandler looked at her with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Brubaker. I don't know what came over me."

"I know what came over you," she hissed through clenched teeth. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"I'm going," Bobby told her. "But, first, I gotta tell you something." Bobby took a deep breath. "You deserve better than your 'Herman'."

Mrs. Brubaker was amazed at this impetuous young man's brash talk. "Never in my life," she told him, "has anyone ever talked to me in that fashion." Again, she told him to get out of her house.

"I'm going," Bobby replied. "But, everything I've said to you has been the truth." 

Outwardly, as she followed him to the door, Mrs. Brubaker did her best to look and act like she'd been grossly insulted while, inwardly, she kept telling herself that young Bobby Chandler was right. She did deserve better than that philandering husband could ever provide her.

Bobby opened the front door and turned back towards her. "I am truly sorry, Mrs. Brubaker." She opened her mouth to, once again, scold him but she went mute when he told her, "If you need a ride anywhere, Mrs. Brubaker, you call me. Okay."

Mrs. Brubaker said nothing. She just closed the door behind him, leaned against it for support and wept silently. "My life's in a mess," she said aloud. "I know that. But, I've tried so hard to not let it show."

She wasn't really that angry with Bobby Chandler. She was, indeed, flattered that he would be so kind to her and say the things he said that day. She didn't want to admit it, especially not to herself, but that brash young man had put a chink in that icy armor of hers. Like Humpty Dumpty, she was on the verge of having a great fall. 

Deep inside her, she knew that meeting Bobby today had long ago been preordained by a thing called fate. She found herself warming up to the ideas Bobby had planted in her mind. Maybe she was more beautiful than she believed. That damned Herman Brubaker had not complimented her on her looks, her dress; hell, not even on her cooking abilities in more years than she could remember.

"He is rather cute," she whispered just before she chastised herself for saying so. Yet, the mere thought of that Chandler boy kissing her so brazenly caused a stirring inside of her that she could not deny. 

Bobby, now at home, entered the kitchen from the garage and made his way into the living room and sat down on the sofa. He picked up the remote and turned on the TV. After flipping through several channels and finding nothing that interested him, he turned the TV off. His mind began to replay the events of the day.

He was sure he'd made some progress with his initial attempt to seduce Mrs. Brubaker. He just didn't know how far he had gotten with her. His cock hardened as he recalled the kiss. For a moment, she'd accepted his advances. Then, without warning, she'd returned to her old self, ordering him out of the house. He was about to get up and go to his room when his mother entered the room and sat down beside him.

"So, where did you go?" Louise asked her son after they'd enjoyed a deep, lingering, tongue-swapping kiss.

"Just out," he told her.

Mrs. Chandler rubbed Bobby's thigh. "Just out?" she asked. "Did you go to the mall or something? Did you go and get something to eat?" His mother was nothing, if not persistent, in her questioning.

"Took Mrs. Brubaker grocery shopping," he said.

Louise raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"I found her over by the new subdivision standing by her van with the hood raised. So, I gave her a ride to the store and back home."

Louise Chandler ran her fingers through her son's hair. "Did ya get any?" she asked with a devilish smile.

Bobby decided not to tell his mother what had transpired between him and Mrs. Brubaker. For some unexplained reason, he felt empathy for his neighbor. But, he wasn't going to let that stop him from doing his level best to get in her pants. Despite the snobby outward persona she so often displayed, he found her to be a very attractive and desirable woman. "Herman Brubaker is a fool," he said to himself.

"Mom!" he exclaimed. "All I did was help her with her groceries."

Louise Chandler moved her hand until it was covering his cock. She squeezed it lightly through the soft fabric of his pants. "You wouldn't be telling another fib, would you?"

Bobby let out an exasperated sigh as his pecker made his pants bulge against her hand. "No, I'm not," he said before adding, "You might want to wait a couple of days to seduce old, fat Herman."

"Why?" she asked.

"'Cause," he began. "If she don't get her van back, she just might not be going anywhere tonight."

"We'll see," Mrs. Chandler told her son. "We'll see."

Just then, the phone rang. Reluctantly, Louise removed her hand from Bobby's cock so she could answer it.

"Hello," she said into the mouthpiece. She was silent for a few seconds.

"Oh, hi, Donna." She paused and then spoke again. "Sure," she said. "I'd be glad to. Give me some time to freshen up. I'll meet you in a few."

"Gonna do some more carpet munching?" Bobby asked.

"Maybe," she said rather coquettishly.

"Maybe, hell," Bobby snorted. "You live and breathe for just such an invitation."

Mrs. Chandler smiled and squeezed his cock one more time. "I've got to take a shower," she said as she stood up.

Bobby stood also, grabbed his mother by the hips and asked, "Need anybody to wash your back?"

Bobby's mother chuckled. "There's only one problem with that suggestion," she replied.

"What's that?"

"Donna's waiting for me, Bobby. I'm sure she wants me to get there as soon as possible."

"As soon as possible after I scrub your back," Bobby suggested as he groped her left tit.

"Bobby!" Louise Chandler said insistently. "Her air conditioner broke down. She's sweating her ass off. I told her I'd come and get her so she could check into a motel."

Bobby let his hands drop to his sides. "She's got little enough as as it is," he quipped. "Better hurry. If she sweats too much, she won't have anything back there to cover her hip bones.

Bobby's mother laughed. "I'm gonna tell her you said that," she said as she hurried to the bathroom.

Bobby went into the kitchen and grabbed a Dr. Pepper from the refrigerator. He sat down at the table, opened it and took a long gulp. He remained there, sipping on his soda, thinking of Mrs. Brubaker. Several minutes later, his mother appeared by his side, leaned down and gently chewed on his earlobe. Bobby jumped like he'd been shot.

"Jeez, Mom. Why don't you warn me before you do something like that. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

Mrs. Chandler licked the inside of his ear, causing a shudder to surge throughout his body. "I'm going now, Bobby," she told him. "And, whatever you do, don't bother Grandma Lilly."

"Why? What's wrong with her?"

"She's having a migraine attack. I gave her a pain pill and it put her out. Probably for the night."

"I see," Bonny said. Grandma Lilly's under the weather. You're off to play 'find the man in the boat' and I'm here all by myself. Guess I'll just have to name my fist 'Mommy' or 'Granny' in order to get any sex tonight."

Bobby's mother laughed. She swabbed out his ear once more with her tongue and backed away. "You're funny," she said as she turned to go to her car.

"When you gonna bring her over so I can have a go at her?" Bobby called out after his mother. She didn't answer. She just closed the door behind her and left.

After Bobby left April Brubaker continued to cry as she leaned against the door. "What's wrong with me?" she asked herself. 

"You're hungry," the voice inside her head told her. "Hungry for attention. Hungry for a man's touch."

Momentarily startled, April Brubaker looked about the room as if she were searching for the person behind the voice. That Chandler boy had her mind in a tizzy. The stirring in her loins wouldn't go away. She knew what she needed but, Herman wasn't home to give it to her. Then, she reminded herself how long it had been since they'd last made love.

"Love?" she said aloud. She couldn't remember the last time he'd made her cum. "It was always him that got his jollies and left me hanging."

Such were her religious values that she seldom took matters into her own hands, no matter how high the desire to do so rose within her tortured soul. April Brubaker would go for days, fighting those urges, feeling like the vilest sinner in the world for even having such thoughts. Today wasn't much different, except that she felt more sinful because she knew what had caused those forbidden thoughts to, once more, rise to the surface. It was that damned Chandler boy.

Mrs. Brubaker's need for release was already such that she barely noticed that she had cursed. "Maybe a cold shower will help," she told herself. If by some miracle, her minivan were to be fixed in time, she would still be able to go to her regular Thursday night meeting with her church group. Herman would be of no help, neither, she reasoned. "He's never let me drive his precious pickup, no matter what my situation," she thought to herself.

Her soul heavy with her sinful urges, April Brubaker willed herself to move. Step by agonizing step, she made her way to the shower. Once inside the bathroom, she began to disrobe. She removed her dress and folded it twice and laid it carefully atop the closed toilet lid.

Her hands accidently grazed her bra-covered nipples as she reached for the front clasp, sending lightning bolts of desire from her breasts all the way down to her panty-covered clit.

Her breasts sprang free when she removed her bra and placed it on top of her dress. April turned toward the mirror to admire herself. She may not be the best looking woman on the block but, at least, her breasts weren't sagging like those of most of her neighbors.

She then bent and slid her panties off her and tossed them in the hamper. Surprised to see the gusset so flooded with her secretions, she forgot to take off her nylons before she stepped into the shower and turned the water on. She'd already reached for the soap and her bath sponge when she notice them clinging wetly to her legs. Somehow, it just added to the building excitement that she felt so powerless to stop.

April's first swipe of the sponge across her already tortured breasts nearly took her breath away. Her nipples, already greatly aroused, extended even further, becoming harder than they'd ever been before.




Surrogate Husband Ch. 04



Back and forth, she drug that soapy sponge before she willingly let it fall from her hand. She cupped her breasts in her hands, massaging them without regard for even a modicum of gentleness. Her nipples, begging for attention, were soon trapped between her thumbs and forefingers. She pinched them, rolled them and even pulled on them as if she were trying to tear them off of her heaving breasts. Her moans were getting louder. She knew she should feel guilty for what she was doing but, she was beyond caring about anything but her own pleasure.

Mrs. Brubaker released her nipples and they sprang back into position, throbbing with even greater urgency than before. She rubbed her palms lightly over the hard, rubbery tips, gasping and shaking from the building urgency of her sinful desires.

Almost of their own volition, her hands left her breasts and began sliding down an unfamiliar pathway across her heaving abdomen and on to her hairy mound. She gasped loudly as her fingers began to explore her nether region.

A forefinger from each hand trapped her hooded mass of nerve endings between them, pressing inward, massaging it, causing a thousand tremors of desirous pleasure to wrack her body like aftershocks from a volcanic eruption.

Now one hand was between her blood engorged outer lips, separating them while the other hand extended two fingers and invaded her sexual orifice with great urgency.

She pushed her fingers in deep and kept them there, withdrawing only a fraction of an inch before powering them back inside, her hand smashing into her labia much like that of a jackhammer. 

Using her own fingers to fuck her vagina was not the best substitute for the real thing but, due to her inhibitions, April Brubaker had never found the courage to purchase a dildo or a vibrator. She hissed loudly as her other hand began to lightly stroke her clit, which was now enlarged and extended beyond the confines of its protective hood.

Suddenly and without warning, images of Bobby Chandler appeared inside her fevered mind. She shook her head violently in an effort to rid herself of these abhorrent visions but, they remained. Her fingers were now Bobby's cock, stretching her vagina and making it wet with her secretions. 

April Brubaker slowly and carefully lowered herself into a sitting position, the spray from the shower pounding her face and cascading down her fevered body. She leaned back until her head was resting against the wall of the shower and lifted her legs, pointing her toes toward the ceiling.

Her hands moved faster and faster as the images of Bobby Chandler became much sharper. She cried out loudly. "Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

Those images became the catalyst that brought on the seismic tremors that preceded the main event. "FUCK MEEEEEE!" she cried loudly as her unholy desires pushed her over the edge. 

Slowly, her fingers and hands stopped moving. Her sensitive organs unable to endure any more stimulation, she remained in her current position with her feet pointing toward the ceiling and her overworked cunt still trembling and jerking spasmodically. When she was able to stand, she did so. She continued her shower, soaping and scrubbing her entire body.

Her shower now complete, April turned off the water flow and stepped out onto the tiled floor. On quivering legs, she walked over to her bed and lay down without drying off and with her nylons clinging wetly to her legs. She was too exhausted to be ashamed. 

It was almost dark when Bobby awoke to the ringing of the phone. "Hullo," he answered groggily. 

"Bobby?" came the voice on the other end.

He recognized Mrs. Brubaker's voice immediately. "Yes, Mrs. Brubaker. What can I do for you?"

"Are you busy? Can you come over?"

"I guess so," Bobby said reluctantly. "What's up?"

"My Herman got called out of town on business. I need your help figuring out my checkbook."

Bobby yawned quietly. "Can't it wait, Mrs. Brubaker. Maybe until tomorrow?"

"I suppose it could," she told him. "But, I might also need you to take me somewhere. It won't take long. I promise."

Bobby rubbed his eyes. "I'll be right over." He hung up the phone without saying goodbye. Hurrying to the bathroom, he peed and then combed his hair. A few minutes later, he was knocking on the Brubaker's door.

Mrs. Brubaker answered the door wearing a white terrycloth robe that was tied loosely at the waist and a pair of old pink, fuzzy slippers. "Come in," she said. "Want anything to drink?"

"Maybe some water," Bobby replied as he stepped into her living room and she closed the door behind them.

"Have a seat," she told him. "I'll be right back."

Bobby sat down on her sofa. A few minutes later, Mrs. Brubaker returned with a glass of water and handed it to him. She walked over to the wall switch and turned the lights down low, came back to the sofa and sat down beside him.

She looked at Bobby with soft, smoldering eyes as he swallowed a mouthful of water and then set the glass on a coaster that was on the end table next to him. "I want to apologize for my words and actions earlier today. It was inexcusable."

"That's okay, Mrs. Brubaker. I. . ."

"Please," she interrupted. "Call me April."

Bobby swallowed some more water. "Okay, April. Thanks for the water, by the way. Where's your checkbook?"

For a second or two, April Brubaker had a blank look on her face. "Huh?" she said.

"Your checkbook," Bobby replied. "You said you needed my help balancing your checkbook."

"Oh, that," she said as she scooted a bit closer to him. "I don't really need any help with that." She wrung her hands. "I just didn't know any other way to get you over here."

Bobby smiled. "Got me here under false pretenses, eh?" he joked.

"If you say so," she replied. "Really, I'm not so used to being here alone like I am tonight. I just need someone to talk to. You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

Bobby's cock twitched and grew into a massive erection when he felt her leg bumping against his. He shifted uncomfortably, temporarily breaking contact. She maneuvered her body around until their legs were touching once again.

Her voice turned husky. "I've been thinking about what you were telling me earlier today. All those compliments you gave me. And you telling me that my Herman was an idiot for not treating me better." She paused as if gathering her thoughts.

She looked at him with ever-growing desire in her eyes. "Do you really think I'm sexy?"

Instead of speaking, Bobby wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. He pressed his lips against hers. This time, she was the one with a roaming tongue. 

April Brubaker let out a low moan as he sucked her tongue inside his mouth. "Oh, Bobby," she gasped when they finally broke contact. "This is so, so wrong but, I can't seem to be able to stop myself."

Bobby untied the sash around her robe, reached his hand inside and placed it on her bare hip. She was wearing no panties at all! "Sometimes, you just have to let yourself go," he told her as his hand travelled up her torso and cupped a breast in his hand. She was completely naked under her robe.

April Brubaker leaned forward and they kissed again, swapping tongues for what seemed like forever. Bobby pushed the robe off her shoulders, exposing both breasts to his lecherous delight. He ended the kiss and began to nibble on her earlobe.

Her quivering, shivering body was all the approval he needed. His hand left her breast and traveled back down her stomach. His fingers trailed through her dense blonde bush as he sought out his prize.

Just before he reached her button of desire, she grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him just short of his goal. "Take it slow, Bobby," she said. "I've never cheated on my Herman before. I'm scared."

Bobby put his hand on her side just below her breast and held her tight. He planted several kisses along her jawbone from one ear to the other and back again. "We'll take it as slow as you want. I don't intend to do anything you don't want to do."

"Thank you, Bobby," she said as she hesitantly reached for his cock and gave it a light squeeze. "I promise you won't regret it."

The two of them sat together in the dimly lit room holding on to each other in comfortable silence. She nuzzled her head into his shoulder and sighed. "I want to see you," she told him.

"I'm right here," Bobby joked. "What you see is what you get."

April Brubaker smiled. "No," she said as she squeezed his cock through his pants. "I want to see this." She immediately undid the button at the top of his pants and pulled the zipper down. Bobby lifted his hips so she could slide them and his shorts off his hips and down his legs. His cock bounded out of its confinement and stood straight up in the air, twitching with delight and anticipation.

"My goodness!" April exclaimed. "It's so big!" She wrapped her hand around it as best as she could, holding it still. She untangled herself from Bobby's embrace and bent down for a closer inspection.

Bobby could feel her warm breath getting closer and closer as she breathed heavily. "I've never done this before," she said as she stuck her tongue out and gave the head a few quick licks.

Bobby remained as still as his cock would let him, fighting the urge to push it past her lips and into her open mouth. He let her continue licking the head, moaning his encouragement all the while. Suddenly, he felt the entire head being enveloped within the warm confines of her mouth. He had to work doubly hard to keep from cumming.

April Brubaker stroked his hard cock at a leisurely pace while she kept her lips wrapped around the crown, all the while licking around the head.

Bobby groaned. His hips bucked involuntarily, sending his dick a couple of inches further inside the hot confines of her mouth. "You'd better stop," he cautioned her.

Mrs. Brubaker paused, lifted her face from his hot, fleshy lance. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"No," Bobby assured her. "You're doing great. You keep going and I'll be cumming in your mouth."

April smiled and licked her lips. "I want to know what a real man's cum tastes like," she told him. "I want to experience it all. I want the thrill that comes from having a real cock deep inside my pussy. I want to feel you when you spray the walls of my vagina with your hot, fertile juices. Eventually, I even want to feel it as it stretches my asshole to the breaking point." Once more, she wrapped her lips around Bobby's cockhead while she continued to stroke the shaft of his pulsing manhood.

"Wet your finger and put it in my ass," Bobby said through clenched teeth as he removed his shirt and threw it to the floor.

April Brubaker pushed a hand down between her legs and inserted her middle finger into her quim. She moved it around inside, covering it with her juices and then touched it to Bobby's wrinkled brown hole.

"Quick," he pleaded. "Shove it all the way in. Now."

Bobby cried out his pleasure when Mrs. Brubaker complied with his request. "Hell, yes," he shouted. "Fuck my ass with your finger."

To say April Brubaker was enjoying herself would have been an understatement. After spending all of her married life with her boring husband, Herman Brubaker, she had almost forgotten that sex could be so exciting. She had been sexually dormant for too damned long. Now, she had crossed an imaginary line and could no longer deny herself any of life's hedonistic pleasures. Her sexual desires no longer suppressed, she found herself wondering what life would be like without that cheating bastard she called her husband.

The essence of her entire being was being bombarded with unholy thoughts and urges but she no longer cared. This young man whose cock she has so happily sucking had exposed her to a whole new world and she was going to take full advantage of her opportunity.

Mrs. Brubaker lifted her head from Bobby's crotch and kissed him full on the lips. The deliciousness of that spit swapping, tongue battling kiss created an excitement in her soul she could no longer deny. She released her hold on his throbbing member, took her finger from his clutching ass and stood. She offered him her hand and helped him to his feet, then shrugged her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. For the first time in her married life, she was standing nude in front of someone other than her husband.

Bobby took her left breast in his hand, leaned in and took the hard-as-nails nipple in his mouth. April Brubaker gasped loudly from the pleasure this brought her. She placed her hands on the back of his head and pulled him even closer. "Bobby," she moaned. "Take me to bed and fuck me. I want your cock inside me, pounding me. I want your cum where it belongs; in my pussy.

Bobby raised his head and looked Mrs. Brubaker in the eye. He didn't have to ask her if she was sure. The smoldering look in her eyes told the story. She was ready to be loved. 

Bobby Chandler followed his new found lover into her bedroom and lay beside her on her marriage bed. Locked together in a passionate embrace, they kissed like newlyweds on their honeymoon. Subtleness no longer existed. They groped each other, caressed each other amid their rising passion. Not an inch of either body was left untouched.

Bobby was the first to break the seal on their airtight kiss. His tongue and his lips left a trail of saliva across her face and down her chest to her breasts. He licked his way from one nipple to the other, traversing the valley between her titties several times before he sucked a great expanse of her right one into his mouth.

"Mark me," she moaned. "I want you to mark me so my cheating husband will know that he can no longer have me."

Bobby obliged her several times over, covering both breasts with a multitude of hickeys. He moved back up April's chest and sucked hard on her neck.

"Yesssss!" she hissed as his mouth left her neck and licked his way through her tit valley, down to her navel and beyond. She shuddered mightily as his tongue neared the core of her desirous lustful being and was immediately disappointed when he bypassed her clit and licked his way down her thigh. 

"Oh, my god," she cried when his tongue circled her big toe.

Bobby Chandler licked her feet and toes until they glistened from all the saliva he left in his wake before, one at a time, he took each toe into his mouth, bathing it with his tongue. He treated her other foot in the same sensual manner as he did the one he'd just left before kissing his way up her leg.

Mrs. Brubaker cried out, her passion reaching a fever pitch as he continued to avoid her vaginal area, choosing, instead, to lick up and down her perineum, his tongue caressing her wrinkled brown hole before traveling upwards, stopping before he reached her blood engorged lips and beginning the trip all over again.

When Bobby licked his way up her lips and sucked her clit into his mouth, Mrs. Brubaker's orgasm hit her suddenly and without warning. She grabbed two handfuls of the comforter and held on tightly as she pounded her feet into the bed in an irregular rhythm, the urgency of which no human could understand, as her animal-like screams echoed off the walls of her bedroom and she lost control of her senses. 

April's labored breathing was that of an asthmatic. On the verge of hyperventilating, she fought the darkness that threatened to overcome her. Her hips were in constant motion, contracting over and over again. They lifted off the bed, her clitoris and her lips searching, begging for even closer contact with his mouth and tongue as each new tremor ravaged her body mercilessly.

"Oh, oh, oh," she said over and over again as Bobby continued his oral assault on her vaginal area.

In her frenzied lust, Mrs. Brubaker released her death grip on the comforter, gently grabbed each ear and, with quite a bit of urgency, pulled him up and off her quivering quim.

"I can't stand it anymore," she gasped between each labored breath. "I've got to have you inside me. Now!"

Bobby hovered over her still trembling thighs and inched his way forward until the bulbous head of his steel-like jousting lance made contact with her outer labia.

April, her body still tingling and her mind still spinning from her orgasmic shock, wrapped her legs around Bobby Chandler's waist, her heels digging into his buttocks, urged him to enter her. "Give it to me," she pleaded. "Don't make me wait any longer, pleeeeease!"

With the force of a wrecking ball, Bobby slammed his hard, fleshy organ down Mrs. Brubaker's vaginal chute until he bottomed out, causing her head to bump against the headboard. 

Bobby's new fuck mate's nostrils flared and her mouth opened wide from the force of his onslaught. Her eyes lost their focus as a massive burst of air was involuntarily forced from her lungs. She screamed and she cried. 

She screamed again when he drew back with excruciating slowness and shoved his cock back in. The immeasurable excitement that radiated from her sinful, but no longer tortured soul, was more than enough to make April Brubaker ignore the sudden pain of Bobby's violent thrustings. She welcomed his assault. She encouraged him to continue. Bobby obliged. For several more insertions, he obliged. Then, as suddenly as he had begun, his wild thrusting stopped.

Mrs. Brubaker, steeling herself for the next forceful jab of Bobby's cock, was temporarily disappointed when he slid slowly back inside her. Her whimpering show of disappointment quickly turned into a loud display of pleasure when she realized that the Chandler boy was now paying attention to her needs. "MY NEEDS!" she shouted to herself. She nudged Bobby and, together, they rolled over until she was now on top.

April was now the aggressor. Bobby could barely keep up as she pounded her hips into his groin. She slid up and down his slick pole without a care in the world. Her soul had been set free! And she was more than ready to reap the abundant harvest that her new found freedom promised her.

Once again, with Bobby's cock buried to the root inside her, she remained in that position, gripped him tightly within her being and began a slow, torturous grind that sent Bobby's passion to unbelievably new heights.

Bobby inserted his hand between their sweaty bodies and found her clit. Folding his fingers at the middle knuckles, he placed a knuckle on either side of her hyper-sensitive nub of nerve endings, pressed them lightly together and began to caress her clit with a gentle slowness that belied his limited experience with the female gender.

Before long, they were both panting, their hedonistic desires reaching the surface of their psyche and demanding their utmost attention. Together, with an uncanny, telepathic acknowledgement, they began working towards their mutual release.

When Mrs. Brubaker replaced his fingers with hers, Bobby quickly captured her breasts in his hands and began kneading them, timing his massages to the motion of her undulating hips. April mostly let her fingers stay still, preferring to let the motions of her hooded clit do the work.

Bobby was the first one to blow. His balls tightened and his cock swelled in preparation for his discharge. Mrs. Brubaker, upon feeling his massive organ grow even larger, squeezed her vaginal muscles around his invading piece of man flesh, pulled up until the head of his cock was all that remained inside her scalding hot love cauldron, hesitated for one brief moment and then skewered herself upon his tortured penis. 

The dam that held Bobby's reservoir of hot, scalding cum safely inside his body broke and sprayed the walls of April Brubaker's cunt with the force of a pressure sprayer at a car wash. With each release of his fertile sauces came a grunt. Each successive release caused him to grunt even louder than the previous one until at the end of his seventh and final spurt, he was screaming incoherently.




Surrogate Husband Ch. 04



Mrs. Brubaker's vaginal walls were alive; now contracting and squeezing of their own volition, milking Bobby of every ounce of energy he possessed. It was as if some unknown force had taken control of her mind, body and soul.

Her orgasm was upon her, striking hard and decisively after she felt Bobby's pecker swelling and contracting with his third shot of his energy-draining orgasm. Her entire body twisted and shuddered like she was experiencing an epileptic seizure. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and her tongue lolled over her teeth as she struggled for each painful breath. 

Seconds later and it was over for the both of them. Bobby lay panting heavily, totally unaware of Mrs. Brubaker's limp body now lying limp atop his own. They lay there for an indeterminate amount of time before either of them moved.

Finally, with Bobby's deflated cock having now exited her body, Mrs. Brubaker slid off him and lay at his side, holding him close. With neither of them having the energy to cover themselves, they fell asleep together.



Surrogate Husband Ch. 05



After fucking each other silly during their first coupling Bobby Chandler and April Brubaker made slow and sensuous love three more times that night. The morning sunlight was peeking through the blinds as they finished satisfying each other. 

Mrs. Brubaker stood by the bed smiling down at a still deliriously contented Bobby, cum running down both thighs. She scooped up a handful and slowly licked it off her hand. "Been a while," she said after swallowing Bobby's seed.

Bobby looked at her, eyes still glazed over from their last lustful encounter. "Huh?"

April scooped up some more of his cum and said, "Been a while, a long while, since I've had this much cock sauce to play with."

Bobby slowly climbed out of bed and kissed her lightly, the not so unpleasant taste of his fertile discharge lying heavy on her lips. April hugged him and, for a moment, considered pulling him down into the bed for another round of unbridled lust but, decided against it.

"I hate to tell you this," she began, "but, you need to go home."

Bobby bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until it hardened, before he asked her, "Why?"

"My Herman will be coming home soon," she told him. "If he's nothing else, he's very punctual."

Bobby kissed her again, his semi-rigid cock rubbing against her stomach. "You said you wanted him to show you weren't his anymore. What better way could he find out than to catch us in bed together?"

"I'm not ready for a full-fledged confrontation right now," April said as she reluctantly pushed him away. "I want to watch his reaction when he sees the marks on me. It might go a little easier if he doesn't know who put them there."

Bobby went into the living room to find his clothes. "Damn," he said to himself as April Brubaker stood naked, watching him get dressed. "I wish I could fuck that woman forever and a day."

Finished dressing, he went to the door. Before he could get it open, she caught up with him and gently grabbed his arm. Bobby turned around and they embraced again. "You didn't do this just so you could make your husband jealous, did you?" he asked just before they swapped tongues in a long, soulful kiss.

Mrs. Brubaker laughed lightly and then she winked. "Come and see me in a couple of days and you'll find out," she told him.

Bobby waited until April had stepped far enough aside so she wouldn't be seen from the street, opened the door, stepped outside and closed it behind him. He whistled a happy tune all the way home

"And just where have you been all night long," Grandma Lilly asked him the moment he stepped inside his house.

Bobby smiled, his face flushed and glowing from the memory of last night. He hugged his grandmother and attempted to kiss her.

As soon as she got a whiff of the aroma that permeated the air around them, Lillian Chandler gently pushed him away from her. 

"Get away," she said as she wrinkled her nose. "Go take a shower. You smell like pussy."

"Glad to see you're feeling so much better," Bobby muttered as he entered the bathroom, took off his clothes and tossed them into the hamper. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to his liking before stepping inside, closing the curtain and grabbing the soap.

Bobby stood motionless for a few seconds, enjoying the refreshing sensation he always got by sticking his head into the spraying water and letting it cascade down his face before he began scrubbing himself with the soap and a shower sponge.

Finished with his upper body, Bobby Chandler began to wash his groin area. He spread his legs so he could clean around his nut sack and then set the sponge aside so he could wash his cock. Two strokes of his meaty rod plus the arousing memories of his night with April Brubaker made his tool grow considerably. He had just started on his third slow stroke when the shower curtain began to open. He turned around just in time to see his grandmother step inside and close the curtain. She was as naked as he was.

Bobby shuddered mightily as his cock grew to its full size the moment Grandma Lilly replaced his hand with hers. She used one hand to pull his foreskin back and the other hand to wash the head and under the crown. She pulled him forward a bit so the water would hit directly on his hard pole before she backed him up and applied more soap to his pole of man flesh and began to stroke it lightly.

"You can never get this thing too clean," she said as his foreskin slid up over the head and back again.

Bobby groaned and tried to fuck her fist. Grandma Lilly stroked him a couple more times and then removed her hand from his trembling rod. "Not so fast, Buster," she told him. It's time for you to return the favor.

Bobby Chandler took the offered soap and sponge and immediately began scrubbing his grandmother's breasts. After several minutes of kneading, poking and prodding, Grandma Lilly spoke. "There's other parts of my body that need washing besides just my tits," she said.

Bobby, as if awakening from a dream, mumbled a quick, "Sorry," and began working his way down her stomach and across her bushy mound. 

Grandma Lilly leaned back and sighed as the palm of her grandson's right hand slid heavily over her clitoris. She jerked involuntarily when Bobby slid a finger inside her love hole. She whimpered her approval when he inserted another finger and pushed them in deeply, withdrew about halfway and shoved them back into her honey hole.

The burning fire in Grandma Lilly's groin grew hotter than the fires of Hades when the heel of Bobby's hand pressed against her man in the boat after each withdrawal of his fingers. Her breathing became erratic and labored. Her eyelids closed tightly as her orgasm overtook her. 

Lillian Chandler cried out when her legs grew weak and her knees buckled. Bobby wrapped his free arm around his grandmother's waist and pulled her close, supporting her sagging body until she could recover.

When Grandma Lilly had regained her strength she stepped out of the shower, turned back toward Bobby. "I think we're clean enough," she said as she grabbed a towel from the rack and began drying herself. "Turn off the water and meet me in my bedroom." Naked and without shame, she left the bathroom and her grandson behind.

Bobby turned off the shower and, after drying himself, left the bathroom, his hard cock pointing the way to his grandmother's bed.

Bobby climbed onto the bed and lay down on his side, facing Grandma Lilly's prostrate body. He gently grabbed a shoulder and helped her to roll over so that his massive erection was trying to insert itself between her butt cheeks. 

He began licking and kissing the nape of her neck, occasionally moving up the sides of her neck to suck on her earlobes. Grandma Lilly turned to face him and pressed her lips to his. Their tongues met and, in a frenzied struggle, Grandma Lilly's tongue was triumphant as it invaded Bobby's mouth. Still, their oral digits collided, enmeshing each other in their lustful, immoral battle for supremacy.

Almost at the same time, they gasped when Bobby took control and sucked her tongue deep into his mouth. After a few moments of intense sexual unity, Bobby released his hold on his grandmother's tongue, allowing it to retreat as his found its way between her lips. On and on they went, swapping tongues and spit, as their lust reached new heights.

Bobby reluctantly broke contact. He wanted more. He wanted to taste every inch of his grandmother's skin that he could reach. He kissed her cheeks. He kissed behind her ears. He kissed her nose and initiated a brief bout of tongue sushi before kissing down her chest and on to her breasts.

Grandma Lilly bowed her back in an effort to press her tit flesh even closer to his fiery lips and his scalding tongue. Bobby circled each breast with his kisses before he lifted them, one at a time and kissed the underside and led his tongue on an agonizingly slow journey along the creases where her mummeries met her chest. He then pressed her breasts together and sucked both nipples into his mouth at the same time, prompting her to moan and say, "You make me feel soooo good, Bobby, when you do that. I feel like I'm about to cum."

He, himself, was getting close to that magical moment where all consciousness was concentrated at one central location; his penis. So involved was he in pleasuring his grandmother, Bobby hadn't noticed that he was humping the bed covers while he was kissing, licking and sucking on Grandma Lilly's tits. 

Bobby rose up on his knees as his tongue went in search of her navel. He gave it a slow, torturous reaming before he continued his journey across the vast expanse of her bushy mound.

Grandma Lilly grunted loudly when his tongue made contact with her slowly extending clit. She grabbed him by his ears and pulled his face into her sex. "Goddammit, Bobby," she gasped. You sure know your way around a pussy."

Bobby Chandler spread his grandmother's outer lips apart and inserted his tongue between them. Her juices already flowing, fairly poured from her sexual orifice as he began sawing his oral digit in and out of her blazing hot receptacle.

"Fuck me with your tongue!" Grandma Lilly cried out over and over again. "Fuck me hard."

He went slow and then fast, alternating the speed of his slavering tongue at random, curling it on the backstrokes in order to get at the upper part of her sweet, hot cunt. Then his tongue would stiffen and the invasion would begin all over again.

Bobby's grandmother screamed out her passion as she lost control of her thought processes and shot her legs straight up into the air, flailing them wildly about. He stopped tongue-fucking her cunt and raised his head. Her eyes had rolled back in their sockets until the pupils were no longer showing.

"Don't stop!" cried Grandma Lilly. "I'm almost there!" She pulled even harder on his ears until Bobby began to wonder if she wanted his whole head inside her clenching, pulsating hole.

Bobby resumed his homage to Grandma Lilly's cavern of sexual yearning, licking the entire length of her slit several times before he sucked her clit into his mouth. He drew his lips over his teeth and nibbled on her shiny nubbin of pleasure then, held it captive while he tortured it with the tip of his tongue, wagging it back and forth across the sensitive end.

Lillian Chandler lowered her legs and began pounding her heels into Bobby's back. Bobby slid his middle finger between her lips and deep inside her quim. Again, she lifted her legs until her toes pointed to the ceiling and she cried out sharply when Bobby took his finger out of her vagina and inserted it into her wrinkled brown hole.

"I'm cumming!" she said, her voice rising in timbre as her body shuddered and shivered from the intensity of it all. Her feet remained high up in the air as her clenching asshole threatened to break his finger off inside her. Finally, her legs fell back to the bed. Her trembling stopped but, her breathing was still ragged and uneven.

"You do this to me every time," Grandma Lilly told Bobby.

"What's that?" Bobby asked as he crawled up beside her.

Grandma Lilly smiled and caressed his cheek. "You get me wetter than any man has ever done. When you make love to me, it almost feels like the Mississippi River is flowing out of my vagina and down my legs."

Bobby, his visage brightened considerably by his grandmother's remarks, kissed her lightly on the forehead. "You thought anything more about letting me put it in your ass?" he asked her.

"I don't know, Bobby," Grandma Lilly replied. "You're pretty big. I'm afraid you might split me in two."

"From what I've read and seen on the internet," Bobby said, "it don't take long to get used to it."

Grandma Lilly went silent for a while as if she were considering the risks. "A deal is a deal," she told him. "Have you fulfilled your end of the bargain?"

Bobby Chandler laughed; a low, guttural sound that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep inside himself. "Where do you think I was all last night?" he asked.

"I know you came home smelling like pussy," she said. "But, can you prove it?"

Bobby reached for the phonebook, looked up the Brubaker's number and dialed it.

"Hello?" Mrs. Brubaker answered.

"April?" Bobby asked. He pushed a button so that they would be on speaker phone.

"Yes. Who's this?"

"It's Bobby, Mrs. Brubaker. Bobby Chandler."

"Oh, yes. Bobby." She said, her voice turned husky with desire. 

"Mrs. Brubaker. . ."

"Please," she said. "Call me April."

"April, has your husband come home yet?"

"No," she answered. "You getting horny already? You want to come over so soon?"

"April, I never would have left if you hadn't told me your husband was coming home soon."

"Well, he won't be," April Brubaker told him. "Not soon and not for quite a while."

"What happened?"

"He got in a wreck with that whore he's been seeing. He's in St. Mark's with two broken legs and who knows what's broken inside. Then I hope they throw him in jail and throw away the key."

"I'm sorry, April," Bobby told her. "I really am."

"Well, I'm not," she commented. "The bastard got just what he deserved, driving drunk like he did."

"Does that mean I can come see you again tonight?"

"I would like to, Bobby but, I need a bit of rest. You fairly well wore me out last night and this morning. How about we make it tomorrow night? My pussy's so sore, I can hardly bare to wipe it when I get through peeing."

"Sounds good to me, April," Bobby told her. "Tomorrow night, it is. But, if you need a ride anywhere before then, you call me. Okay?

"Okay, Bobby. I'll keep that in mind. In the meantime, you keep your dick hard for me."

The two of them said their goodbye's and hung up the phone.

Grandma Lilly's eyes were wide with amazement. "You actually did it!" she exclaimed. "Wait 'til your mother hears the news."

"What news?" Louise Chandler asked as she stood in the open doorway, staring at the two lovers.

"How long you been standing there?" Grandma Lilly asked.

"Just got here," Bobby's mother said. She looked at Bobby and then at Grandma Lilly. "What's going on, anyway?" she asked.

"Your baby boy," Lillian began; putting strong emphasis on the words 'baby' and 'boy'. "has already gotten himself some nooky from your Miss High and Mighty."

Louise Chandler's eyes opened wide in surprise. "I can't believe she folded so easily," she said.

Bobby remained silent. He was feeling strangely loyal to this woman whose life had apparently been in turmoil for more years than she would probably want to admit.

Louise looked back at her son. "What happened, honey?" she asked him.

Bobby simply shrugged his shoulders and simply said, "We did it. A couple of times."

Louise stepped over to the bed where her son was now sitting, his semi-rigid cock pointing downward to the floor, and knelt between his legs. She grabbed his cock and kissed it on the head. She looked up at him, a devilish smile on her face. 

"Tell momma all about it," she said just before she opened her lips wide and slid them down to the base of his now hardening dick.

Bobby, his mind already reeling with the sinful pleasure his own mother was providing him, grunted and then cleared his throat. "It all started when I saw her stranded over by the new..." A lightning bolt of incestuous desire shot through him when she began fondling his balls causing him to suck in a great amount of air. "The new subdivision.

"I gave her a ride to the grocery store and back. It just. . .ju. . . just st. . .started snowballing from there."

No matter how hard she tried nor how much she pleaded, Louise Chandler could get no more out of him. The only thing he added to the conversation was, "At least you don't have to degrade yourself by letting fat ol' Herman Brubaker get in your pants." 

Louise Chandler pulled her face off her son's dick long enough to say, "Thank you," and resumed her tenacious slurping of hid hard as steel rod. She added the thrill of her hand wrapped around his fresh young stalk and began stroking it as well.

Grandma Lilly moved off the bed, walked around it and knelt down behind her daughter. She reached around Louise and filled both hands with her tits, cupping them, kneading them and toying with the nipples. 

"I love you, Louise," she said as she began sucking on an earlobe.

Louise, grunted an unintelligible reply, and once again pulled her mouth away from Bobby's dick. As she stood up, Grandma Lilly's hands dropped to her sides. Louise then turned around and bent slightly at the waist. 

"Hold your dick up," she told her son. "Hold it up and guide it into my aching pussy."

Bobby did as he had been told, pointed his penis towards his own mother and watched intently as she spread her legs and backed up to him.

When his mother's pussy was within an inch or two of making contact with his cock, Bobby lined it up with her open, yawning quim and waited impatiently. In a move that seemed like it took hours to complete, Bobby felt the head of his yearning, burning piece of man flesh slide past his mother's wrinkled, blood-engorged lips and on into her vagina. 

Louise, on fire with desire, kept backing up on to her son's weapon of massive enjoyment until her hips were pressing against his groin. She clamped her legs tightly around his and sat up in his lap.

"Give it to me," she told her son. "Give me the best that you've got." 

She lifted herself up, allowing all but the head of Bobby's penis to slide out of her juicy hole. Just as his mother was beginning her downward slide, Bobby arched his back and shoved his cock upwards, causing the both of them to emit a mighty grunt. The two heated bodies slapped loudly against each other. The resulting sound resonated about the room, bouncing off the walls and doors over and over again, followed by another and another and another as mother and son rutted against each other.

Grandma Lilly felt a tad rejected, but was happy to see the two people she loved the most enjoying themselves as they worked their way to mutual orgasms. Finally, she saw her chance.

Back around the bed she went, climbed up and lay down next to her son and daughter, reached around them and burrowed her hand between Louise Chandler's legs. 

Grandma Lilly's middle finger quickly found Louise's clitoris and began a delicate massage of her over-excited appendage. With her other hand between her own legs, doing the same thing to herself that she was doing to her daughter, she was, once again, a part of the action.

For Louise, Grandma Lilly's hand between her legs was the catalyst she needed to put herself over the edge. With a resounding cry, her hips slapped down against Bobby's groin one last time. She held herself in that position as her orgasm overtook her. The intensity of her eruption was such that she could not remain still. She was grinding against her son as if she had an itch that only he could scratch. She sat on his great erection, moving from side to side, forward and then backward, screaming her release as the walls of her vagina undulated along the length of Bobby's cock.

Bobby wasn't far behind his mother. The methodic massaging of his steel-hard appendage made his balls churn. Suddenly, they contracted, sending that inevitable flow of his white, thick protein shake up her vaginal chute towards her fertile uterus. 

Five times, Louise could feel Bobby's cock jerking and spraying copious amounts of his fertile, viscous discharge into her fuck chute. Several more times after that, she could feel his wonderful baby-making organ twitching inside her as it dribbled out its remaining fluids.

Grandma Lilly, seeing and feeling her family members working their way through their orgasms, began frigging herself, more desperately than ever and much faster than she would have thought possible. Not long after her grandson's unusually stoic display of his passion, Lillian Chandler's body went stiff, her hyper-sensitive clitoris sending multiple lightning bolts of energy throughout her body as she whimpered and cried from the intensity of it all.




Surrogate Husband Ch. 05



The three of them, mother, son and grandmother, remained where they were, unmoving as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Bobby's once stiff member shrunk until his mother's still lightly spasming vaginal muscles could no longer hold it inside her.

Louise Chandler was the first to move. She stood, cupped her sperm-filled pussy in her hand and trotted toward the bathroom. Bobby lay back on the bed, his face in line with Lillian's still inflamed clit. He gave it a tentative lick but, he was lightly rebuffed.

"Not now," Grandma Lilly told him. "It's still too sensitive."

Several minutes later, Bobby's mother returned from the bathroom, a towel in her hands. "I've got to get to the funeral home," she announced as she finished drying herself off. "Need to make the final arrangements for Hank's funeral."

"Are you in a hurry?" Bobby asked.

Louise laid the towel on the bed. "No great big hurry," she replied. "Why?"

"I just thought that we could all go. . ." he said. Afterwards, we could go out for hamburgers. My treat."

Bobby's mother opened her dresser drawer and fished out some underwear; a plain white bra and matching cotton full back panties. "If you both hurry," she said as she stepped into her panties and pulled them up and over her hips. Lillian arose from the bed and helped Louise with her bra.

About a half hour later, the three of them were walking out the door toward Louise's car. Two hours later and the funeral arrangements had been made. All three of them were crying as they exited the funeral home.

"Would anybody mind if I called Donna and invited her to go with us?" she asked as they approached the car. "I'm sure she's going stir crazy having to stay all alone in that motel room. Air conditioner won't be fixed for a couple more days."

Bobby and his grandmother readily agreed that Louise's idea was just fine with them, although for entirely different reasons. Grandma Lilly was feeling sorry for her daughter's friend. Bobby's reason for saying yes was of a more prurient nature.  

"Agreed, then," Louise said. She hugged her son. "And because I'm bringing Donna, it'll be my treat."

Bobby's mother drove them over to the motel where her friend was staying, got out of the car and knocked on Donna's door. Donna opened it and Louise went inside. Several moments later they exited the room with Bobby's mother looking a bit more frazzled than when she entered. 

Louise sat back down in the driver's seat opposite her mother and Donna opened the back door and slid in beside Bobby. "What a pleasant surprise." She remarked as she moved a bit closer to her friend's son than he expected.

Donna placed her hand on Bobby's leg, gave it a gentle squeeze and looked him in the eye. "A very pleasant surprise, indeed," she said.

"Settle down, Donna," Louise Chandler said jokingly over her shoulder. I don't want you raping my son right in front of me and his grandmother."

Donna put her hand over the bulge in Bobby's pants and rubbed it back and forth, causing his cock to grow even larger. "Then find a quiet, out of the way to park," she joked back. "And you and Grandma Lilly can take a walk if you don't want to watch."

Bobby's penis was in constant motion, twitching and flexing beneath Donna's roving hand, threatening to explode at any time.

Lillian Chandler turned in her seat, looked directly at Bobby's cock and smiled. "We wouldn't just watch," she said with an exaggerated wink. "We'd want to join in." She was still smiling as she turned back around.

Louise pulled into the parking lot at Burger King, found a parking space close to the door and turned the key off.

"I can't go inside there," Bobby said. "Not with my dick trying to poke a hole in my pants."

"He's right, you know," said Granma Lilly. "Why don't we go through the drive-thru and get ourselves on home."

Bobby's mother turned around to look at her son. Donna's hand was still busy stroking his cock through his pants. "Okay," she said and then added, "Looks like you two will be eating something besides burgers and fries."

"Fur burger," Bobby said with a nervous laugh. "And hair pie."

"I've got a nice, juicy clam," Donna said. "I'll trade it for some tube steak and some cock sauce."

All four of them laughed as Louise Chandler backed up and drove to the drive-thru. 

All the way home, Louise and her mother were teasing Bobby and Donna.

"If he don't eat it all, let me have the leftovers," Bobby's mother said.

"Save some of that cock sauce for me," Grandma Lilly said. "I've got a clam of my own I'd like to spread some of it on."

The four of them entered the Chandler house in a good mood, intent on having some fun time together. 

"Honey, I'm home!" Louise announced loudly, just before she burst into tears. She sunk to the floor in a heap and began sobbing uncontrollably.

"I forgot." Bobby's mother cried. "I forgot."

Bobby, Donna and Grandma Lilly rushed to her side and helped her to the sofa. "There, there," Grandma Lilly said as she brushed some hair from her daughter's face.

"It's okay," Bobby told her. "We understand."

"But, I've spoiled our fun," she said. "I didn't mean to break down like this."

"It has to come out some time," her friend told her. "It's better to get it out in the open than to hold it in."

"Tell you what," Grandma Lilly began. "Let's get you to your bed. I think we can come up with a suitable sedative."

Bobby and his grandmother helped Louise to her feet, led her into her bedroom, with her friend, Donna, following close behind. She laid down on her back, her breasts still heaving from the pent-up grief that had finally come to the surface.

Six pairs of hands undressed her. Grandma Lilly began working on Louise's blouse while Bobby undid the snap and the zipper on her skirt. Donna removed her friend's shoes.

After unbuttoning the blouse, Grandma Lilly quickly removed her daughter's bra. Donna helped Bobby remove his mother's skirt and half-slip before peeling her nylons down her legs. Bobby hurriedly slid his mother's panties down her legs and over her feet before tossing them to the floor.

Grandma Lilly helped Louise to roll over onto her stomach and then began lightly massaging her shoulders and back while Bobby kneaded his mother's buttocks and thighs. Donna made herself useful by massaging Louise's calves and her feet.

Louise Chandler's breathing slowly began to even out. She closed her eyes and completely lost herself in the feeling the attention of these three were giving her.

"Ummmm," she moaned contentedly, over and over again. Finally, she turned over, opened her eyes and said, "I need someone to hold me.

Grandma Lilly lay down beside her son's wife and took her into her arms. Face to face, they were, with tears in their eyes as they silently shared each other's grief.

Donna took Bobby by the hand and led him out of the room. "Let them grieve alone," she said. "It'll be good for them. 

They moved into the living room and sat together on the sofa. For the first time, Donna could read the grief behind his eyes. She held his head in her hands.

"You poor thing, you," she said as she planted kiss after kiss on and around his face. "You need some consoling, too. Don't you?"

Donna kissed and licked the tears that were now running like a river down Bobby's cheeks. She pulled him to her until his face was buried in the valley between her breasts. His tears were soon soaking her blouse as her hands roamed up and down his back. 

"I miss him," Bobby sobbed.

"I know," she cooed. "I know."

Bobby's tears finally subsided, he pulled his head back from her grip. Her nipples, hard and erect, were poking and prodding at the wet material. In spite of his grief, he found himself becoming very aroused. The bulge in his pants lengthened as his arousal increased until he had a full blown hard on. 

Bobby began to fondle her left breast. He could feel the nipple hardening even more than it already was. He pinched it lightly through her blouse.

"Oh, Bobby," Donna moaned as her hand covered the lump in his pants. "I'm here for you. Anything you want. Anything." She removed her hand from his cock, grabbed her blouse at the bottom and pulled it up and over her head, revealing her naked breasts in full detail.

Bobby immediately sucked a nipple into his mouth as he kneaded her other tit. The touch of his tongue on her distended rubber-like point made her shiver. Donna made a sharp hissing sound as she sucked air into her lungs through her clenched teeth. Bobby reached for the button at the side of Donna's skirt. She stopped him before he could get it undone.

"Not now, Bobby," she told him as she began to unfasten his belt. "Right now, I want to please you. I want you to forget for a while and let me comfort you." She unsnapped his pants and pulled the zipper down.

Bobby lifted his hips and watched Donna as she pulled them and his shorts down his legs and over his feet. She tossed them behind her.

Donna went to her knees in front of her friend's son and began stroking his thighs. She planted several kisses on the head of his aching, yearning cock before she urged him to spread his legs. 

Bobby leaned back, slid his hips to the edge of the sofa and closed his eyes; hoping that not knowing what Donna was going to do next would heighten his pleasure that much more.

Her hot breath fanning over his increasingly sensitive flesh caused his passion to rise higher and higher. Moving torturously slow, Donna licked the creases where his thighs met his groin, dragging her tongue lightly across the bottom of his nut sack each time she changed sides.

Bobby grabbed his cock and began pumping slowly. Donna held his hand still as she looked up at him and told him in a low, sultry voice, "Not right now, Bobby. I want this to be something you'll remember forever." Bobby removed his hand from his dick and let it fall to the side.

Donna moved up a bit and began tracing the tip of her tongue along the upper edges of his hairy groin.

"Unnnnnngh," Bobby moaned as he clenched his eyelids even tighter.

"That's it," Donna cooed. "Just lay back and enjoy yourself while I take care of you."

Bobby's cock jerked with hurried anticipation as he visualized what he hoped was soon to come. By the time he felt Donna's hand circle the shaft of his hard instrument and felt her lips slide down over the head, all of his conscious thought was centered on one thing and one thing only -- his cock.

Donna, pleased that she could give her friend's son temporary amnesia, continued her assault on his brick-hard cock. She pulled his foreskin down and away from the head and impaled her face upon his massive rod until her lips met her slowly twisting hand, pulled back up the long shaft, paused and prepared herself for another downward slide.

Bobby moaned again and humped her fist and mouth when Donna ran the middle finger of her other hand up and down his ass crack. He was on the verge of spilling his load when she squeezed the base of his big tool until the feeling had passed.

"Why?" he asked mournfully.

Donna pulled her face off his cock just long enough to say, "I've got something special in mind for you." She resumed her oral ministrations; allowing him to, once again, slip back into s world where all feelings, all sensations and every movement were concentrated on and around his pulsing piece of man meat. The next time she felt his cock begin to swell, she slid her finger in her mouth alongside his dick for some lubrication.

His cock swelled again. She took her hand away from his big tool. He arched his back and shoved his cock all the way into her mouth and into her throat. Donna quickly took her finger from her mouth, placed the tip against his wrinkled brown hole and shoved it in to the last knuckle. 

The loudness of his animalistic cries filled the room to overflowing. His nuts tightened and spasmed. He tried to shove his mighty sword even further down her throat. Barely able to control her gag reflex, Donna breathed laboriously through her nose as she swallowed.

She swallowed again. His cock expended inside her mouth and throat, threatening to cut off her air supply. Donna fought the urge to back away. She swallowed a third time. That's when Bobby erupted.

A long, thick rope of cum quickly made its way into her stomach. Donna backed off a bit so she could be sure and get a taste of his marvelous cock sauce. After the second and the third spurts of his viscous white fluids, she quickly backed completely off his jerking, spitting hose and let the last three issuances slam into her face.

Bobby lay on the sofa with his butt cheeks still hanging off the edge, recovering from what he was sure was the greatest blowjob that he would ever receive in his life. His entire body felt "wasted." He couldn't move. His mother's friend had taken all his energy.

Donna, still on her knees between Bobby's legs with his sperm dripping onto her breasts, used her hand to slide her remaining facial decorations into her mouth. Then, one at a time, she sucked each finger clean. Bobby, now partially recovered, leaned forward and began massaging Donna's slime covered tits.

"That's it, sweetie," she cooed. "Donna loves getting a cum rub."

Bobby stood, his hands still on her boobs, and helped her to stand also. He squeezed her left tit, bent slightly and pulled her nipple into his mouth. It didn't bother him that he was tasting his own splooge. He just wanted to do a bit of gnawing on that rubbery protrusion. He wanted to keep her passion high while he recovered enough to get hard again. "Then, I'm gonna fuck her six ways from Sunday," he said to himself.

Donna moaned, a low, guttural sound, at the initial contact of Bobby's tongue against her nipple. Instinctively, she put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his face into her excited mammary. "Let's go to your room," she told him. "We'll be more comfortable doing this on your bed."

One look into his mother's room, on the way to his, told a bittersweet story of love and sorrow. The sudden realization that her husband was not coming back home had torn through Louise Chandler like a stampeding herd of cattle. 

When Bobby and Donna left the room, mother and daughter-in-law were crying together as they held each other tightly. 

Now, on the way back by, they saw the two women still holding on to each other while in peaceful slumber; Grandma Lilly still fully clothed and Bobby's mother as naked as when they had exited the room.

Approaching the doorway to Bobby's room, Donna undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. A pair of bright red, lace-covered boy shorts was her only remaining piece of clothing she had on. She lay down in the middle of the bed, her legs bent at the knees and spread wide, stretching the fabric of her panties against her pussy. 

Bobby could see her bulging lips as they strained against the crotch. There was a clear line -- more like a furrow, if you will -- between those lips. 

"Camel Toe," he said.

"What's that?" Donna asked.

Bobby pointed toward her panty-covered slit. "A camel toe," he told her. "I've seen them in photos posted on the internet but, this is the first one I've seen in person."

Donna drug the middle finger of her right hand through the indentation caused by the boy shorts being stretched so tightly over her snatch. "You like?"

Suddenly, Bobby's mouth was dry; too dry to speak. He licked his lips and grinned widely. "Y-Y-Y-yes," he stuttered. "D-D-D-Damn right, I like."

Donna beckoned him with her finger. "Then come up here and show me how much."

Bobby took off his shirt and eagerly crawled between her legs. He immediately covered her panty-covered snatch with his mouth and began nibbling lightly on those fleshy lips.

Donna periodically humped his face as her pleasure quickly built to a fever pitch. Her high-pitched moaning was sweet music to his ears. For several years, Donna had been one of his favorite fantasy fucks during his masturbatory sessions. And, now, here she was, splayed out before him, begging to be fucked.

Bobby eased his fingers under the waistband of Donna's boy shorts and slowly eased them off her hips and down her legs. Donna, one foot still in a leg hole, kicked them off and on to the floor. He continued to lick her juicing pussy, enjoying the taste of her essence as her vaginal cavity leaked her womanly fluids onto his tongue and face.

Bobby wrapped his arms around the outside of her thighs and in over her mound. Trapping Donna's hooded clit between his thumbs, he applied light pressure as he pushed the hood up, thereby exposing more of her clitoris to his own lips and tongue.

Donna, her passion and desire growing by leaps and bounds, lay quivering before him. All sensation; all consciousness was centered in that one area of her body. She jerked and twitched with each swipe of Bobby's tongue, softly calling out his name. Her hips and mound were like high performance pistons, causing her quim to bump against his face as she held him in position.

Donna's enlarged, blood engorged clit was almost fully exposed, even after he moved his hands up to her breasts and began to lightly scrape her extended nipples with the palms of his hands.

Donna's first orgasm of the night was quick, but powerful and came almost without warning. She squeezed her hips together as she shoved her pussy into Bobby's face and held it there for several long, quivering moments.

Bobby continued his sucking and licking despite her urgent pleading. Her protestations grew weaker and weaker and eventually became non-existent as she felt herself building up to another climax. She held him tightly by his ears as her pussy and his face struggled to become one with each other. One more time, her hips bumped against the comforter-covered bed, almost instantly propelling her sex back up against her friend's son's face. Again, her pussy and his face tried to meld themselves together as she lay with her hips lifted high.

Donna's vocal reaction was loud and long. She expelled voluminous amounts of air through her nose and mouth while calling out his name repeatedly in rapid-fire fashion. Finally, she let go of his ears and slowly lowered her buttocks back down onto the bed.

"Goddamn," she exclaimed. "I never thought any man could eat pussy that fucking good."

Bobby gave her little time to recuperate. He urged Donna over and into a kneeling position, reached into the drawer in his nightstand and grabbed a nearly empty bottle of Vaseline.

Now kneeling behind her, Bobby used his index finger to scoop up a glob of the greasy lubricant and, while spreading her ass cheeks, applied a liberal amount on and around her hole.

"So," Donna moaned happily. She wiggled her ass seductively. "You gonna fuck me in the ass, eh?"

Bobby didn't say anything. He just dug out some more of the petroleum jelly and covered the head of his aching, yearning cock. He placed the jar on the nightstand and kneeled down behind his mother's friend and occasional sex partner.

Bobby edged forward until the tapered end of his cock head was touching her rosebud. He met measured resistance on his first attempt at skewering her rectal cavity with his hard, veiny tool. His second effort yielded very little results. He could feel the wrinkled brown hole relax a bit as the tapered end of his anxious, throbbing sword barely penetrated her shit hole. However, on his third try, Donna was able to relax herself enough so that the entire head popped in. 

Before Bobby could thrust any further inside her nasty bowels, her anal ring clamped down on his long, hard invader just below the crown. 

Bobby tried, without much success, to push in even deeper. He let out a frustrated sigh and was about to give up when Donna wiggled her hips and pushed back at him, capturing, perhaps, another half inch or so of his human sausage stick.




Surrogate Husband Ch. 05



"Sorry," she grunted. "It's been a while since I've had anything bigger than your mother's finger inside my ass like this."

Bobby pushed again, eliminating any further resistance when he gained complete entry.

"Owwwww!" Donna cried. "You're gonna tear me beyond repair!"

"Want me to quit?" Bobby asked.

"You'll be a dead man if you so," she replied loudly. "I want this as much or more than you do."

Slowly, as if to torture her, Bobby pulled back and out. The view of her wide open hole was stimulating, to say the least. He shivered involuntarily as a sudden and sharp lightning bolt of sexual energy flashed inside his stomach. It traveled down to his penis, causing his fuck stick to jerk upwards. 

Quickly, Bobby re-entered her back hole and, with a haunting cry of greedy desire, plunged deep into her colon until his balls slapped against her pussy.

"Ungh!" Donna grunted. She wiggled her ass. This time, when he pulled back, she waited until he propelled his cock back into her bowels and then slammed her butt back to meet his demanding thrust.

They settled into a rhythm, both of them attacking and then retreating. Donna was both surprised and disappointed when Bobby pulled out a second time. Her disappointment turned into a cry of satisfaction and renewed desire when he turned her on to her back, pushed her legs high up into the air and, once again, sent his cock rocketing deep into her rectum. 

"Back where it belongs," Donna muttered as he bottomed out inside her

Bobby gave no indication whether he heard her or not but, Donna didn't care. She was too busy frigging herself and trying to regain the sexual high she was experiencing when he was on his knees behind her. 

Donna's ass was now a fully lubricated receptacle, capable of accepting anything Bobby had to offer. She continued to agitate her clit as the sexual tension in the room became very palpable.

Bobby's trips in and out of Donna's rectum became much quicker in their delivery and, now, each thrust was accompanied with a resounding grunt. Donna, delirious with the build-up of her impending sexual release, was now emitting short, high-pitched sounds with a staccato-like delivery.

"I'm gonna cum," Bobby said as he grimaced. No matter how hard he tried to keep from it, he knew that the inevitable was about to happen. 

Donna's hand fell away from her clit when she clamped her anal ring tight around Bobby's swollen cock. "Go ahead," she told him in a low, guttural voice. "I'm waiting for your cum enema, Bobby. Give it to me." And then she shouted, "NOW!"

Donna relaxed her anal muscle, allowing Bobby to pull his fiery tool about two thirds of the way out of her ass. She took a deep breath and then tightened the gate to her bowels, waiting for his return thrust. She didn't have to wait long.

Despite the strong resistance, and with a great amount of effort, Bobby managed to push his shaft through that difficult barrier. He groaned and she cried out sharply when the invasion was completed and Bobby's balls slapped up against her pussy.

One more time, Donna released the pressure on Bobby's penis. One more time, Bobby withdrew almost the entire length of his magic wand from her rectum. And, one more time, the pressure returned.

This time, the friction proved to be too much for Bobby to endure. Halfway through his return stroke, he erupted, the force of which was such that he felt as though his balls were going to be expelled from his body, through his urethra, follow his cum fluids out into Donna's colon and be lost forever.

"Oh, god," Donna moaned. "I can feel it. I can feel your cum filling my bowels like they've never been filled before." She resumed her manual stimulation of her clitoris and, by the time Bobby finished depositing the last of six huge shots of his cum deep inside her lower intestine, she was screaming out her own orgasm. Donna's body stiffened and quivered as she shouted, "YES, YES, YES," over and over again.

The room was filled with their shouts of unadulterated joy and passion. They truly became as one as a most exquisite form of torturous sexual stimulative impulses surged throughout their bodies before they finally collapsed from near exhaustion with Bobby lying atop Donna, her legs still high in the air above them.

Neither of them were able to move for several moments. When Bobby's helmeted soldier softened to the point that it could no longer remain in Donna's ass, she lowered her legs. He rolled to her side, taking her with him.

They remained in that position, face to face, softly caressing each other, his breath mingling with hers.

"Thank you," Bobby said.

Donna smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'm glad I could help you with your grieving," she told him.

"I understand now why my mother considers you to be her best friend. You were there for me, just as you've been there for her all those years."

Donna nuzzled her face into his shoulder. "This your first time to do anal?" she asked.

"First time," Bobby said. "I sure hope it won't be the last time."

"It won't," she assured him. "Not as long as I'm around. You can plow my ass anytime you want." 

Donna yawned, closed her eyes and went to sleep.



Surrogate Husband Ch. 06



Three days after his father's funeral, Bobby Chandler was feeling glum. He was alone in the house. His mother and Grandma Lilly were out shopping with Donna. At least, that's where they said they were going. April Brubaker wasn't home either. She'd driven her newly repaired minivan somewhere the day before and hadn't returned yet. So much for using the key she'd thrust into his hand the other day only moments after they'd made love. "That way you can surprise me most any time you wish."

The four women he had come to know so intimately were nowhere to be found. He was horny. His hard cock proved that. But, after getting used to having sex with one or the other of them virtually any time he wanted, he didn't feel much like masturbating. It just wasn't the same.

Bobby turned on the TV. It was tuned to channel four and the news had just started. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa. The newscaster's voice was soothing and was about to put him to sleep when he suddenly sat up straight. They were showing a picture of the man at the airport; the one who'd nearly kidnapped his grandmother.

"And, in a segment we call, 'Keeping America Safe'" the man began, "It has just been confirmed by the FBI that this man, Terrence Baker Jones, whom we told you about several days ago is the serial killer the media has dubbed 'Savage Sam' because of the horrible way in which he dismembers his victims. It is alleged that Jones has killed as many as fifty women, men and children in a killing field that spans from New Jersey to California.

"Jones had been on the FBI's '10 Most Wanted List' for nearly eight years before being apprehended several days ago in the airport after attempting to kidnap a female passenger. 

"Our sources within the FBI tell us that the person who helped capture this dangerous predator, may be eligible for a reward."

Bobby turned off the TV, looked in the phone book and dialed the number for the FBI in Prairie Town. A sweet and sexy voice on the other end said, "Federal Bureau of Investigation. "This is Agent Jackson. How may I help you?" Bobby identified himself as the one who had helped capture "Savage Sam."

"I hear there is a reward for helping you capture this man," Bobby stated.

"Yes, Mr. Chandler, there is.

"I want to apply for it, Agent Jackson."

After asking if she could do so, she placed him on hold. A few minutes later, the agent was back on the line.

"First of all, let me congratulate you for your bravery," Agent Jackson told him and then paused, waiting for a comment from Bobby. When she was sure there was none forthcoming, she continued.

"Mr. Chandler, you may not know it but, you've come into quite a sum of money." She paused again before continuing. "We've been after Jones for a few years, now. And he wouldn't be in custody now if it weren't for you and what you did. How does one hundred thousand dollars sound to you?"

Bobby sucked in a lungful of air. Unable to comprehend that his simple act of selflessness would be so rewarding, he was left temporarily speechless.

"Of course, we'll have to see you in person," Agent Jackson told him. "Compare you to the surveillance video. You'll have to fill out some request forms, also. Can you come to our offices in Prairie Town? Say. . .tomorrow?"

At last Bobby found his voice. "Y-y-sure," he said haltingly. "What time?"

"At your convenience," Agent Jones replied. "I should be here most of the day."

"I'll call you if I can't make it so we can set up a new time," Bobby told her.

"Okay," Agent Jackson replied. "I'll be waiting for you."

Elated beyond his own explanation, Bobby Chandler was on pins and needles for the rest of the day, waiting for his family to come home so he could share the news with them.

Mother and Grandmother had barely stepped inside the door when Bobby was eagerly telling them his good news.

Louise hugged him and ground her mound against his rapidly expanding cock. Bobby dry humped his mother for a couple of seconds before she backed away, breathless. She let out a deep breath and said, "Let me guess. You'll not be needin' to spend any of that reward money on Viagra. Will you?" She gave his cock a light squeeze.

Grandma Lilly was next. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her tits against his chest. Bobby grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in close. "Not with a steel rod like that in his pants," she quipped.

==

At that precise moment, April Brubaker was a few hundred miles away, driving her and her daughter back home.

"I'm so embarrassed," April said to Becky.

Becky, in a derisive voice, said, "That only makes the one hundred and eleventh time you've told me."

Mrs. Brubaker glared at her daughter. "You cannot imagine the shame I felt when Mrs. Leonard called me and told me to come and get you."

"Juiceless Lucy?" Becky questioned. 

"And then," April continued. "And then. . .when she told me why she had expelled you!"

"Ain't no big deal, Mother."

"No big deal?" April Brubaker squealed. "I wouldn't call being caught naked in bed doing who knows what with your classmate 'no big deal'"

"There're no boys within a million miles of us, Mother. I had to do something. Besides, Old Maid Leonard was probably just jealous that I refused to lick that dried up old cunt of hers."

April Brubaker was aghast. Had her whole family, herself included, gone to hell in a hand basket? "Rebecca Ann!" she exclaimed. "What in the world has gotten into you? I've never heard you talk like this before."

Becky Brubaker just smiled as if she had intentionally tried to invoke her mother's wrath. "Well," she began, "that place you and Dad made sure I went to ain't what it appears to be on the outside. That's for sure."

"Evidently not," April Brubaker retorted. She gritted her teeth and clamped her lips closed in order not to completely blow up at her daughter.

"And keep in mind, Mother; everything that happened to me while I was at L. U. is your fault. Yours and dad's."

Mrs. Brubaker's eyes widened in disbelief. "You narcissistic little bitch," she said. "Your evil mind is what got you into trouble. We didn't do it for you."

Becky was shocked beyond belief that her mother would call her such a name. Outside of an occasional "dammit", she'd never ever heard her say a bad word. 

They rode along in silence for another hour before either of them spoke.

"It's getting dark," Becky said. "And I'm getting hungry."

Still tight-lipped, Mrs. Brubaker told her daughter, "There's a town a few more miles ahead. We'll stop there for the night."

Approximately thirty minutes later, Mrs. Brubaker parked in the parking lot of the Holiday Inn. "Come on," she said to her daughter. "Let's get ourselves registered, get settled and then we'll find us a place to eat."

"Better not be no damned McDonald's," Becky said under her breath.

After registering, the Brubaker women dropped their bags off in their room and went in search of a nice restaurant. They settled on a place named, 'Paradise Gardens.'

Conversation was light-hearted during their meal, neither of them seemingly wanting to broach the subject of the conversation they were engaged in during their long, grueling ride. Later, as they approached the hotel, Becky told her mother, "I'm sorry, Mother, for talking the way I did earlier."

"You're a grown woman," April told her daughter. "I keep forgetting that."

===

"Dibs on the shower," Mrs. Brubaker called out after they had entered the room and the door was secured behind them.

Unbeknownst to Mother Brubaker, Becky's eyes filled with lust as she watched her mother get undressed. She groaned audibly when April took off her bra and her tits came into view.

April Brubaker, now mildly embarrassed, tried to act as if she hadn't noticed the interest her daughter was taking in her. She bent at the waist and pushed her panties down her legs until gravity took over and they fell to the floor of their own accord. She quickly entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She turned on the shower and, after adjusting the temperature to her liking, stepped in and slid the glass door shut.

For several minutes, she luxuriated in her hot, steamy environs, feeling the worries and the pressures of the day slowly wash away. Just as she picked up the soap and a wash cloth, she heard the shower door open and close. She felt someone's presence behind her and turned around.

"Becky!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing in here?"

Becky smiled and, without asking, took the soap and washcloth from her mother's hands. "You looked so tired," she said as she lathered up the washcloth. "I thought I'd help you out. Maybe relieve you of some of your stress."

Deep in her mind, April Brubaker knew what Becky really meant when she offered to relieve her stress but, being quick to react had never been one of her strong points. "Maybe," she thought. "Maybe I'm just overreacting because of our conversation in the van."

"Okay," Mrs. Brubaker said. "You do my back and I'll do yours." She turned back around and, over her shoulder, said, "But that's all."

"Sure, Mom," Becky agreed. "That's all."

Inside, both women were wishing that this shower would turn into something more than a mutual back washing, but were hesitant to be the one to initiate the action for fear of being rebuked. They stood there in the shower, mother in front of daughter; daughter behind mother, lost in their individual incestuous thoughts.

April arched her neck slightly as Becky began washing her back. "Ahhhhh," she sighed. "That feels sooooo good."

"What's gotten into me?" the elder Brubaker woman asked herself. "A few short weeks ago, I would have been screaming for Becky to get out of here and to let me alone. I would have called her some very bad names. But, after being with Bobby, my almost nonexistent sex drive has kept me horny most all the time." 

April silently chastised herself for wanting her daughter in such a sexual way but, could not make those thoughts go away. Ever since the phone call from Mrs. Leonard, she found herself wondering about how it would feel with another woman's tongue lapping up her juices. She wanted to tell herself that she would gladly return the favor, should that kind of situation arise, but didn't know for sure if she could.

Becky absentmindedly worked her hands lower and lower on her mother's back as her thoughts overtook her. In her sexually charged mind, she knew that, contrary to what she'd told her mother in the van, she was glad they had sent her to such a place. She'd gained an education that wasn't part of the regular curriculum. She'd been introduced to a whole new kind of sexuality. She'd blossomed quickly under her new found friends' expert tutelage and had found herself enjoying her time with them more and more.

Becky wasn't ready to call herself a lesbian. Not yet, anyway. "Technically, I'm still a virgin," she told herself. "I have to get laid by a man before I know for sure." She smiled wickedly as Bobby's face invaded her thoughts. She'd always wanted him. Even when they were in elementary school and knew virtually nothing at all about sex. 

Without realizing she'd done so, Becky's hands were now roaming up and down her mother's sides, taking long, slow strokes from her shaven armpits to the curve of her hips. 

The elder Brubaker's breathing was becoming increasingly shallower and more labored. Minute electrical impulses surged from her torso directly to her clit, thwarting her efforts to keep herself from becoming aroused. 

Becky's roaming hands continued caressing; continued to stoke the fires of her mother's lust until April could stand it no more. When her daughter's hands came to rest on the swell of her hips, she took them in her own hands and placed them on her breasts. Becky immediately began to knead her mother's tits like she was prepping a lump of dough, getting it ready to make bread. 

April sighed and shuddered at the same time when her daughter began toying with her nipples while her own hands found their way down her stomach, past her navel and into her forest of pubic hair; searching for her clitoris. She pressed her forefingers against the sides of her hooded clitoris and began lightly rubbing it.

Mrs. Brubaker knew she was about to cross a line that should never be crossed. Her mind was in an oxymoronic turmoil. On one hand, she knew that she should make her daughter stop and let her sower alone. On the other hand, Becky's hands on her breasts just felt too damned good for her to object. 

Summoning all the willpower she could muster, April removed her own hands from her clit and, with even more difficulty; she convinced herself to pull Becky's hands away from her breasts. She turned around and faced her daughter. Becky, her eyes full of lust and not yet willing to give up, replaced her hands on her mother's breasts. 

Mrs. Brubaker, with a renewed determination to deny her and her daughter's quest for sexual gratification, quickly removed them. Panting with unfulfilled desires, Mother and daughter looked each other in the eye.

"What's the matter, Mother?" Becky asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

"What do I do?" April asked herself. "I can't very well tell her I was enjoying myself now, can I?" She shook her head slowly, gathering her thoughts. "We both were doing something very wrong." With deep regret, she made a very dejected looking Becky get out of the bathroom and wait for her turn to shower.

===

Mother and daughter, now finished with their showers were lying in bed together, covered with only one sheet, each lost in her own thoughts when April turned to face her daughter and saw a tear forming in the corner of a closed eye. "I'm not angry, you know," she said as she caressed the top of Becky's head.

Becky opened her eyes and turned to look at her mother. She wiped the tear from her eye, sniffled and said, "You sure acted like it."

April, her face filled with compassion, reached out to her daughter and pulled Becky in close. Becky turned in her mother's arms and scooted back until she could feel a set of hard nipples poking through the flimsy materials of their pajama tops. She wiggled her butt and ground herself into her mother until their bodies became almost as one.

"Kind of reminds me of when I was little," Becky said. She looked over her shoulder. "You remember holding me like this, don't you, Mother?"

April snaked her arm around Becky's waist, letting her hand rest over her daughter's belly button. She could feel the tiny tremors of anxiousness that ran throughout the younger woman's body. For a moment, April was tempted to move her hand even lower.

Becky, her body still experiencing the disappointment of unfulfilled desires was hoping beyond hope that her mother would slide her hand under the hem of her pajama bottoms. However, that was not the case. Instead, April Brubaker lifted her hand from Becky's stomach, pulled the top down until Becky was modestly covered before resting it again on Becky's stomach.

"I could never forget that," April said dreamily as she kissed Becky lightly on the back of her neck.

Becky, trembling with a renewed hope and desire, waited for her mother to kiss her again. "Anything," she thought. "Just keep doing something." Becky wanted to make love to her mother badly, but was afraid of getting rebuffed once again. After telling each other good night, they both fell asleep with April's hard nipples still trying to bore holes through Becky's back.

Later that night, Becky awoke with a start. She looked at the clock on the night stand and saw that it was getting close to two o'clock. She turned to look at her mother who was now, lying on her back, spread eagled. It took a bit of time for her eyes to get adjusted to the dimly lit room but, when they did, Becky gasped audibly. Both of April's hands were inside her pajama bottoms.

Becky propped herself up on her elbow and leaned in to get a better look at what her mother was doing. She witnessed what she thought was a slight rise and fall in the groin area of her mother's pajamas. She moved even closer to make sure of what she had seen. Her face was just inches from the elder Brubaker woman's cloth-covered pussy. Becky's suspicions were confirmed. Her mother was masturbating.

Though she was getting incredibly turned on at the sight of her mother frigging herself, Becky remained still; listening and watching for any sign that her mother was awake. With the exception of an occasional sharp intake of breath, Mrs. Brubaker's breathing was slow and measured.

"My god!" Becky said to herself. "She's playing with herself. My own mother is playing with herself in her sleep."

Unable to keep her emotions reigned in, Becky began to unbutton her mother's pajama top. Finished with the final button, she pulled it open, her eyes hungrily devouring April's breasts. She tenderly cradled the nearest tit in her hand, leaned in and gave a tentative lick to the already hardened nipple.

April Brubaker interrupted her breathing with a strong sigh before the normal rhythmic rise and fall of her chest continued.

Becky, now more emboldened, sucked at her mother's nipple as if she were a nursing newborn. Gradually, April's breathing became more ragged and uneven until she was literally gasping for breath. The daughter pulled away from the mother's heaving tit and hovered over her, waiting to see if she had caused her mother to wake up. Gradually, Mrs. Brubaker's breathing settled into a rhythm of uneven, but measured breaths.

Becky waited for what seemed like an eternity before she dared to move. Finally, the desires of her deviant mind took command and urged her into action. She carefully slid down the bed and straddled her mother's sleeping form. She then undid the drawstring that ran through the waistband of Mrs. Brubaker's pajama bottoms.

Exercising an extraordinary amount of self-control and discipline, and aided by her mother's unconscious lifting of her hips, Becky slipped the pajama bottoms down Mrs. Brubaker's legs and over her feet before tossing them on to the floor. Becky carefully spread her mother's legs until she could lie comfortably between them. 

At first, she was content just having a close up view of her mother's body as she continued with her self-flagellation. Then, she began to lightly run her finger down her mother's labia as she blew softly on the exposed lips.

Mrs. Brubaker moaned as a light orgasm hit her. Still asleep, her hands left her clitoris and moved sensuously up her body to her breasts and she began toying with her nipples.

Becky seized the opportunity and quickly replaced her finger with the broader expanse of her tongue. She gave her mother's outer labia several licks before she let her lips come to rest on April Brubaker's clit. She gently sucked it between her lips and began to tease it with slow, measured flicks of her tongue across the end of that hardened appendage. She then tightened her oral grip on that sweet little bud and rode it much like she would if she were sucking on a cock.

April Brubaker, still in a dream-like state of mind, used one hand against the back of her daughter's hair and held her flush against her quivering quim. As if that weren't enough, her legs straightened above her as she trapped Becky's head between her squeezing, clenching thighs.

"Oh, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby," she murmured almost incoherently. "Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me like you did that first night."

"Bobby?" Becky said to herself. "My over religious, overzealous mother and Bobby? The same Bobby she used to chase away any time she saw him come near me?" 

Becky grunted loudly as a sudden electrical impulse surged throughout her body and out her now very-inflamed clit. She involuntarily squeezed her own thighs together as another more powerful jolt traveled the same path as the previous one.




Surrogate Husband Ch. 06



April Brubaker's eyes opened and then shut as she dreamily accepted her daughter's two fingered offering of worship inside her inner sanctum. "That feels soooo good, Bobby," she said in a half whisper as she lowered her legs back upon the bed. "But I need your cock. I've got to have your cock in me or I'll die." She tugged on Becky's hair, urging "Bobby" to move up her body so he could fill her aching pussy with a hard piece of meat. But, Becky wouldn't budge.

"Hurry, Bobby," she intoned. "Quit teasing me and give me the real thing."

Becky continued fucking her mother with her two fingers as she kept up a constant pressure on the older woman's clit, her own body twisting from side to side as the passions of both women gained momentum.

Mrs. Brubaker's eyes flickered open. What was that rubbing against her leg? At first, April was a bit confused. "Bobby don't have breasts!" she cried to herself. "That's not Bobby!"

Mrs. Brubaker grabbed a second handful of hair. "That's not Bobby's hair," she told herself. "Bobby's hair has never been that long nor is it that fine." She closed her eyes once more, thinking that, perhaps, she was still dreaming.

Suddenly, Mrs. Brubaker's eyes flew open wide. "If that's not Bobby," she asked herself, "then who the hell is it?"

"Becky?" April Brubaker called out cautiously, hoping beyond hope that she wasn't being licked "down there" by her own daughter. Becky tried to talk as she continued to manipulate her mother's clit with her lips and tongue. Mrs. Brubaker, in the throes of passion, was unable to make out what the younger Brubaker woman was saying but, she was damned sure she recognized the voice.

"Get off me, Becky," she cried out. She twisted her hips and tried to buck Becky's face off of her burning, yearning, hungry nether regions but, Becky grabbed her mother by the hip and held on.

"Please, Becky!" April said. Once again, she begged her daughter. "Please, Becky," she repeated as her resistance began to rapidly fade. 

Slowly, moment by moment, her resistance was entering a realm where there were no morals; where the line between right and wrong was rapidly fading. Wrong was now right and right was now wrong. With a mild whimper, Mrs. Brubaker went over to a darker side of life, giving in to her awakening hedonistic yearnings; finally realizing that her daughter had taken the last morsels of something she used to hold so dearly – her sense of morality – and shattered it beyond repair. The mold had been broken. Her transformation was almost complete. 

And, April Brubaker didn't give a damn. All that mattered now was the pleasures that she would give and receive from those she held dear to her heart.

This time when Mrs. Brubaker cried out and said, "Please, Becky," she quickly added, "Don't stop, baby. I'm almost there."

If she could have seen her daughter's face at that moment, April would have seen the younger version of herself grinning as she lapped happily at an extended clitoris while sawing her fingers in and out of her honey hole.

Becky was near delirious with the knowledge that she'd been able to seduce her mother so quickly; something that she'd been planning ever since she'd been seduced by that vixen, Charlotte Mahoney.

Mrs. Brubaker squeezed her hips together and her stomach muscles tightened and relaxed over and over again as she continually thrust her mons hard against Becky's face.

Becky removed her juice slickened fingers from her mother's cunt, trailed them down to the brown, puckered ring below and quickly inserted her middle digit into April's ass.

April, taken completely by surprise, barely had time to acknowledge the invasion of her rectum before her orgasm was upon her. "Aiiiieeee-eee-eee-eee," she screamed. One more time, her hips clenched. One more time, her stomach muscles knotted painfully. And one more time, her mound bumped against Becky's face.

Her whole body went stiff, her hips suspended inches above the bed for what seemed like two eternities, quivering like she was standing naked in the midst of a Montana blizzard. Almost whispering, her, "oh, oh, oh's" stacked, one on top of the other until they became unintelligible grunts.

Then, as suddenly as it began, April's orgasm was over. Her body turned to rubber as her hips quickly fell to the bed. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her nostrils flared with each measured breath. And her tongue lolled out the side of her open mouth.

==

Tall, slim and very athletic looking, Agent Jackson stood and walked around the side of her desk, her long, dark red hair flowing behind her and shook Bobby's hand. "Glad to put a face to the name," she told him. Setting all formality aside, she embraced Louise Chandler tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Louise," Agent Jackson said. "I didn't count on meeting you again so soon. And certainly not under these circumstances." She backed away and brushed an imaginary wrinkle from the front of her blouse before introducing herself to Grandma Lilly.

She turned back to Bobby, and assumed the manner of a stiff-lipped, no nonsense FBI agent. "It's just a formality," she told him. "Especially now that I know Louise is your mother. I'll rush this through channels. You should have your check deposited into your account within the next few days."

Bobby mumbled his thanks as the remnants of the Chandler family, almost in unison, turned to leave. "Wait a minute, Louise," Agent Jackson called out.

The trio stopped and turned back around. "I don't mean to be rude, Samuela," Louise began.

"Sam," Agent Jackson interrupted. "It's okay for you to call me Sam when I'm on duty." She smiled wanly. "Most of the agents here wouldn't know who you were talking about if you asked for Samuela."

"Sam," Louise Chandler said. "Sam it is."

Sam Jackson looked at her friend and said, "What was it you were going to tell me?'

Mrs. Chandler intertwined her fingers in front of her waist. "I don't mean to be rude, Sam. But we have a lot of things on our plate. Chief of which is to find something to eat and then check into a Motel."

"Nonsense," Samuela Jackson said with a slight wave of her hand. "About the motel, I mean." She nodded in the direction of her desk and continued. "I've couple of case files I have to go through and then I'll be done for the day. You go get yourselves something to eat and meet me back here in the parking lot around five-ish. I should be through by then. You can follow me to my house for the night."

"What about Mason?" Louise asked. "He's usually not too keen on the idea of having overnight guests."

Agent Jackson smiled broadly, stepped forward and laid her hand on Louise's shoulder. "He isn't. But, we're in luck. He's out on an overseas assignment for at least two more weeks. And, it gets awfully lonely sitting in that big ol' house all by myself." She leaned close and whispered in her friend's ear, "Besides, I get horny as hell when my husband's away for too long. And taking matters into my own hands isn't quite so fulfilling as a long, hard round of sex with another human."

Louise smiled broadly. "We'll be here around five," she told her friend.

===

Bobby gulped some tea as they waited for their food. He turned to his mother. "What was that little whispering session all about?"

Louise blushed; a light pink color covered her face. She glanced at her mother and then at Bobby. "I guess you both should know."

"Know what?" Grandma Lilly asked. 

Louise Chandler cleared her throat. "Samuela, uh, Sam, and I are old friends."

"So," Bobby said quietly. "What's so secretive about that?"

Louise cleared her throat once more. "We belong to a swingers club."

"No shit?" Bobby said loud enough that the patrons at the next table interrupted their dinner and turned to look at them. The woman, a short, gray-haired woman of about seventy or so, made a distinctive clicking sound with her tongue before turning her attention back to her food.

Louise stiffened slightly. "Yes, we do. And keep your voice down."

"Wow!" was all Bobby could think to say. But this time, it was in a near whisper.

Grandma Lilly's response was even quieter. "I'll be damned."

"Anyway," Bobby's mother continued. "That's what we were doing the night your father died. Or, had been doing. After the main party began to die down, we – your dad and me and Sam and Mason - wanted to continue. So we drove on in to Prairie Town and got a motel room. They had not been gone more than thirty minutes when he died." 

"What a hot woman!" Bobby said.

"I'm afraid you're left out in the cold on that one," his mother told him. She saw disappointment register on her son's face. Just as quickly, she saw his questioning eyes. "When she swings, it's almost exclusively with women. Sometimes, Mason joins in and they invite another man for a three way. But that hardly ever happens."

Grandma Lilly looked at her watch. "We better hurry," she said. "It's getting close to five."

They ate a couple more bites, got up, paid for their meal and left. Sam Jackson was already in the parking lot waiting for them when they arrived. They exchanged a few pleasantries before she got in her car and drove home. Louise and company followed close behind. Just as Agent Jackson reached her driveway, she pushed a button on the remote she had clipped to her visor. The garage door lumbered open, into the garage and motioned for Louise to pull in beside her.

"Remember," Louise cautioned her son as she turned the engine off and unbuckled her seatbelt. "Don't try to get frisky with Sam unless she makes the first move, which I doubt will happen."

"Aw, Mom," Bobby groaned.

"I mean it, Bobby. We're at her house and we're gonna respect her wishes." 

===

"Plop yourself down anywhere you wish," Sam told her guests after they'd exited their vehicles and entered the house. "Anybody for a drink?" After all three Chandlers answered in the negative, she continued. "I'm going to change. Then I'll fix me a stiff drink. In the meantime, there's plenty of sandwich material in the 'fridge."

Several minutes later, Sam reappeared, a glass of brown liquid in her hand. Her long, flowing, gray terrycloth robe covered her from the neck down to about mid-calf. She sat down on the sofa between Bobby and his grandmother, opened her legs so that Louise, sitting in a recliner opposite the sofa could see a neon pink patch of silk between her legs. Then she spread them even wider.

"My god," Louise thought. "I think she's trying to tell me something."

Across the small room, Samuela Jackson was having similar thoughts. "Hope she gets the hint," she said to herself as she lifted her glass toward Bobby's mother, smiled, and then took a sip.

At that moment, Bobby was not very successful at stifling a yawn. "Sorry," he said.

Agent Jackson was quick to apologize. "Sorry. I should have figured you were tired." She nodded to her left. "There are three bedrooms down the hallway. The last one is mine. The other two are up for grabs."

"Sounds good to me," Bobby told her as he yawned again. "Think I'll take advantage of your offer and jump into the first one I come to." He stood and left the room.

Sam turned to Grandma Lilly. "You can have the other one," she said. "It only has a twin, so. . ." She looked at Louise and winked. "Any objections to bunking with me, Louise?"

Louise Chandler, still mesmerized by the neon pink that was staring at her so blatantly from beneath Sam's robe, was slow to respond. "Uh. . ., yeah. Sure," she mumbled, not taking her eyes off the brightly colored triangle between her friend's legs.

Grandma Lilly, the next one to announce her intentions of retiring for the night, stumbled sleepily towards a waiting bedroom.

Samuela smiled at Louise and patted the sofa cushion beside her. "I guess that leaves just the two of us," she said. "Why don't you come over here and keep this lonely old woman company."

"Lonely, my ass," Louise said. "You're just horny, that's all." After standing, she stretched and then walked over to the sofa and sat down beside her friend. Samuela Jackson, eyes laden with desire, leaned in and kissed Louise Chandler just below her ear. 

Shards of hot, scalding, mind-burning lust surged outward from the pit of Louise's stomach to every cell in her body, causing her to shiver almost uncontrollably. She arched her neck and whimpered as Sam trailed her tongue down the side of Louise's neck to her exposed collarbone.

Bobby's mother turned. Her mouth bumped softly against Sam's as they hugged each other close. Lips opened and tongues collided in a frenzied attempt to gain dominance; one oral digit over the other. Louise pulled her tongue back inside her mouth, allowing her friend, the FBI agent, to take control.

Sam, now on the offensive, thrust her tongue forward, through yearning, quivering lips and past Louise's teeth, deep inside her grieving friend's mouth. She could feel the pressure building as Louise tried to suck her tongue even deeper into the recesses of her oral cavity.

Anxious hands, spurred on by the rising need that saturated her entire body with a wanting that could no longer be denied, reached for the buttons on Louise's blouse. Feverishly, they went from button to button, popping one after the other from its anchor until the last one was set free.

Louise, still joined at the mouth with Sam, raised her arms and allowed her blouse to be removed from her burning body. Sam broke the air-tight seal and breathed deeply as her eyes feasted on her friend's heaving breasts that were covered with a white, lace-around-the-edges, near transparent half bra. Louise unhooked the front clasp and let it slide down her arms before tossing it to the floor. Sam's hot breath on her breasts was like giving wine to a drunkard. Intoxicating. 

Sam sucked a nipple into her mouth as she slowly and gently pushed on Louise's shoulders until she was lying on her back. She teased the rubbery like appendage with rapid flicks of her tongue. Louise held her friend's head in place and groaned lustily as she attempted to shove her tit flesh into Sam's throat.

Samuela Jackson's hands moved to the waistband of Louise Chandler's skirt. Together, the two women managed to get it off and onto the floor in near record time.

"You look so sexy," Sam told her friend, "laying there wearing white granny panties and your legs spread wide."

Louise wiggled seductively on the sofa. "Not nearly as sexy as the view you kept giving me," she said.

Samuela stood and began disrobing. Louise's desire and passion continued to build as each article of clothing was removed. Finally, the panties were all that was left on Sam's bronzed, athletic body. She moved forward and straddled Louise's upper body. 

Louise, seeing Sam slowly squatting over her, grabbed her friend by the hips and pulled her forward until her face was buried in Sam's neon pink panties. The smell of Sam's essence tantalized her olfactory nerves as it wafted up her nose. Her sense of smell translated itself into an overwhelming desire to taste what lay on the other side of that bright pink strip of cloth.

Bobby's mother pressed the flatness of her tongue hard against Sam's wet panties and drug it over her mound. Her head bobbed as if she were answering someone's question with a nod as her tongue made trip after trip along the outside of her friend's panty covered mound.

Unable to reign in her emotions, Sam's need for more stimulation made her reach inside the leg band and pull the gusset of that neon pink barrier to the side. She shuddered and emitted a sharp, passionate cry when she felt the first touch of Louise's talented tongue against her blood engorged lips.

Louise pulled Sam's panties down and off and dropped them on the floor then, immersed herself in the selfless act of cunnilingus. She wrapped her lips around Sam's clit, and flicked her tongue across the end; up and down and from side to side. Sometimes she would simply apply a bit of suction and drag that nubbin of desirous female flesh as far between her lips as possible, then let it slowly slide back between her lips. Never letting it slip completely free from her warm, wet embrace.

Sam knew the end was near. Somewhat disappointed that her orgasm would be upon her so soon, she reluctantly backed away from Louise's face, knee-walked down the sofa until she had a clear view of her friend's wet grannie panties. 

Not bothering with preliminaries, Sam ran her fingers in one leg hole and out the other. Making a fist, she twisted and pulled on the gusset until the fabric began to rip. She tugged even harder and the shiny material split in two; from the left leg hole all the way to the top. The elastic bands seemed to tear easier than the material itself. She tugged again and what remained of the panties began to slide down Louise's thigh. 

Sam let the tattered undergarment dangle from Louise's knee and quickly lowered her face into her friend's hungry quim.

Louise, moaning in anticipation, lifted her hairy mound as high as was physically possible. She waited impatiently for that first contact with her lover's mouth, her hips quivering mightily as she struggled to maintain her position.

Finally, it came. A wet, warm sensation that sent her senses reeling and turned her mind inside out. She grunted loudly; a guttural sound that came from deep within her soul. Her hips jerked and her vaginal lips twitched as lightning bolts of pure, unadulterated lust surged from her brain, down her spine and into her clit. Louise Chandler's world had been reduced to the one area of her body that was giving her the most pleasure; her pussy. Her wet, hot-as-the-fires-of-hades cunt.

Bobby and Grandma Lilly, each in their own beds both awoke at the same moment when the sound of Louise's grunting cries brought them abruptly out of a deep sleep. Together, they quickly walked down the hallway and back into the living room, stopping about a foot from the sofa.

Grandma Lilly, wearing her light, almost see through peignoir, immediately went to her knees and kissed her daughter passionately. Both mouths opened almost simultaneously, tongues darting to and fro; trying to gain entrance. Her hand went to Louise's breast.

Louise Chandler, already nearing a stage of madness where each new sensation, multiplied a thousand times over, manifested itself at the very core of her sexual world – her clit, was beyond the point of recognition. She knew not that it was her mother. Nor did she care. All that mattered was the impending orgasm that was threatening to make its presence known in a matter of seconds.

Bobby, despite what his mother had told him earlier about Sam's preference for women when her husband wasn't around, shucked his boxer briefs and knelt on the floor near the FBI agent's backside. Tentatively, fearing rebuke at any moment, he began kneading her butt cheeks, the only part of her body that had any measurable amount of flab on it.

Samuela had been grinding her mound against the sofa in order to maintain a certain level of arousal while she continued pleasuring Louise. Bobby's touch, though startling, was not enough to make her turn her head to see who was touching her in such an intimate way. Sam, like Louise, welcomed the added sensation; so much so that she began to grind her clit even harder into that soft, leathery surface.

Bobby, emboldened by Samuela's acceptance of his touch, placed a hand on her side, just above the swell of her hip, and urged her to her knees.

Seconds later and Bobby was on his knees behind Sam Jackson, spreading her butt cheeks wide. He inserted his middle finger into her juicing honey hole just long enough to get it well lubricated. Then he pulled it out and used it to massage wrinkled brown star.

Sam tensed. She knew that her husband was not there and she could see Louise and Louise's mother. It had to be young Bobby Chandler that was introducing her to yet another mind-blowing sensation.




Surrogate Husband Ch. 06



As suddenly as she had tensed, she relaxed and accepted his warm touch.

Sam, knowing what was forthcoming, forced herself to relax as Bobby prepared to insert his finger inside her rectum. Just as the tip of his finger began stretching her anal ring, she thrust her ass onto his probing digit, burying it inside her rectum to the last knuckle.

Bobby began to slowly move his finger in and out of her ass, the speed of his thrusts increasing a bit more with each reentry. Amazingly, Samuela Jackson was able to match his thrusts with little pushes of her own and still maintain the rapid pace in which she was flicking her tongue across Louise's clitoris. She groaned in disappointment when he withdrew his finger.

Her displeasure quickly gave way to a cry of surprise and temporary anger when she felt the head of Bobby's cock bump against her labia. She raised her face away from Louise's pussy and turned her head to tell him to stop but, it was too late. Bobby Chandler's massive weapon had already begun its invasion.

Samuela Jackson's opened her mouth to tell him, "No," just as Bobby pulled back and drove his cock down her velvety tunnel until she was fully impaled by that jousting lance he called a cock. The force of that penetration, combined with the feeling of being stretched almost to the limit of her endurance, forced the air out of her lungs. 

"Ohhh!" Samuela said in a shrill voice. 

"Ohhh!" she said again and again, her voice getting huskier and more sensual with each penetration. Her unspoken objections faded quickly. Sam's pussy was being filled like never before and it felt good. She found herself matching him thrust for thrust in a rhythm as old as time itself, her ecstasy filled body absorbing the pounding and begging for more.

Louise, her pussy now abandoned by this bronzed goddess, grabbed the back of Sam's head and pulled the sexy G-Woman's face back down onto her quivering quim. Samuela's brain, temporarily blocking all sensations except for those being generated from the ongoing friction of Bobby's cock sliding along the walls of her vagina, was slow to send the signal that would make her lips and tongue resume licking and sucking on Louise Chandler's pussy.

Louise, moaning her displeasure at her cunt being abandoned, maintained her grip on the back of Sam's head, keeping it in place. She shuddered in relief at Sam's first cautious lick along her outer lips. Soon, things were back the way they had been only minutes earlier. Her pussy and her clit, alive with a renewed knowledge that Sam's tongue was once again providing the yearned for stimulation, resumed their march toward the big "O."

Suddenly, Louise Chandler found it difficult to catch her breath. Something was blocking her airway, forcing her to breathe through her nose. Her mother's hungry cunt was pressing against her lips and nose.

Grandma Lilly moaned loudly when Louise, now nearing the peak of her orgasmic quest, licked her way up her slit and on to her clitty. That initial contact, though light and tender, almost put her over the edge.

For Louise, the experience of being on both the receiving and the giving ends of the sexual spectrum heightened her sensuality to a fever pitch. Her groans and cries vibrated against Grandma Lilly's vaginal lips, sending the older woman's body into an uncontrolled spasm.

Grandma Lilly's hips contracted, causing her clit to bump against Louise's nose. Over and over again, she rubbed her small, sensitive protuberance against her daughter's nose while Louise continued to lick the outer folds of her vagina.

Lillian Chandler howled with obvious delight when her orgasm hit her. Like a ton of bricks, it came crashing down upon her, sending her senses into a tail spin. She ground her pussy into Louise's face, her body quaking from the intensity. When it was finished, she fell forward, her upper torso draped precariously over the sofa's arm.

Mere moments later, Louise's quest for relief was also being realized. Her cries, muffled by the hairy, unshorn pudenda that covered her mouth released a series of aftershocks in Grandma Lilly's body while Louise lay beneath her and Sam. 

Her body went rigid as if rigor mortis had set in. Muscles contracted in her arms and hands, forcing Samuela Jackson's face even closer. Her vagina clenched and unclenched, propelling geyser after geyser of her ejaculate out of her body; most of it going into the agent's mouth, the rest splashing onto Sam's face and hair.

Samuela, her jaws growing increasingly tired, continued her oral ministrations until her own climax hit her. Her stomach knotted and sweat beaded on her brow and her vaginal walls contracted, squeezing Bobby's pecker into submission. Her release came in a series of irregular spasms and loud cries of surrender until, totally exhausted from all the activities, her knees and arms would no longer support her and she lay prostrate upon the sofa; her face still buried in Louise's hairy cunt.

Just before Samuela fell limply into the sofa, Bobby's balls lurched. Thousands of tiny sperm cells propelled themselves upwards through his urethra, hoping to find a refuge inside the agent's vaginal fortress. But it was not to be. His cock was pulled free from its confinement a split second before it erupted. 

Rope after rope after rope of his viscous offerings flew through the air, landing on the woman's back and hips. One particularly powerful shot landed on the back of Sam's neck. His eruptions now reduced to an occasional dribble, Bobby Chandler sat back on his heels.

After remaining in the same position for what seemed like an eternity, Samuela Jackson was the first to move. She pushed Louise's legs to where they were dangling over the edge of the sofa, cupped her pussy in her hand, sat up and reached for her panties. She stood long enough to pull them up her long, slim legs in a futile effort to contain Bobby's enormous load. She scooped what she could of the splooge that had already reached her knees and brought her hand to her mouth. By the time she had licked her hand clean of Bobby's protein offering, her panties had been soaked through and through. She sat back down with a sigh.

"I'm sorry," Bobby said as he assumed a sitting position beside her.

"For what?" Sam asked.

"For breaking your rule about only having sex with women when your husband is not around."

Sam pulled Bobby close and kissed him on the cheek. "Rules are made to be broken," she said with a smile. "And with a cock like yours, you can break my rules any time you wish, but. . ." She kissed him again. "Only when Mason is not around and if your mother or grandmother is here with you."



Surrogate Husband Ch. 07



I apologize for taking so long to get this chapter finished. I have been extremely ill and did not feel much like writing. I'm better now. Hope you enjoy reading about Bobby taking his mother's anal cherry.

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"L. U.?" Mrs. Brubaker queried her daughter as she pushed the front door open.

"Huh?" Becky asked.

"L. U.," April shot back. "In the van, you blamed me and your father for what happened to you at 'L. U.'"

"Oh, that," Becky said as her mother closed the door behind them. "Just a nickname we had for the school; 'Lesbian University.' Most girls I knew were munching carpets long before they arrived there or they began doing it shortly afterwards. 'Juiceless Lucy'. . .uh, Mrs. Leonard, broke a lot of them in herself."

"Was she your first?"

Becky's face wrinkled in disgust. "That dried up old cow? Not on my horniest day would I let her touch me."

"So. . .,"April Brubaker mused, "I take it that is part of the reason why. . ."

"All of the reason why," Becky interrupted. "She did the same to three other girls while I was there."

Mrs. Brubaker, her face flushed with anger, went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and pulled out a couple of energy drinks. She gave one to her daughter and sat down at the kitchen table. "That bitch!" she exclaimed after opening her drink and swallowing about half of it in just a couple of gulps. "Something should be done about her."

Becky sat down, pulled her chair closer to the elder Brubaker woman, and placed her hand on top of her mother's. "No need to worry about it, Mother. I'm kind of glad she expelled me."

April Brubaker pulled her hand away and caressed her daughter's face. "I am, also, dear," she said. "But, what am I to do? I want you to get a good education."

"I will, Mother. Trust me. I'll get a job and pay for it myself."

"You'll do no such thing, Becky. I'll take care of it one way or the other." April sighed. "It may take a while, though."

Becky sipped her energy drink. "I thought Dad had bunches of money."

"He does," April told her daughter. "But it will be a while before I can get him to part with any of it." She paused, noticed the questioning look on Becky's face and continued. "He won't be coming home. Not anymore."

"Why?" Becky asked.

The next half hour plus was spent with Becky remaining silent while her mother told her about her dad.

"That bastard!" Becky said when her mother had finished talking. "How could he do this to you? How long has he been running around on you?"

April sighed; a lonely sound that made Becky want to hold her mother and never let her go. "Since we first learned I was pregnant with you."

"You are going to divorce him, aren't you Mother?"

Mrs. Brubaker nodded. "You bet your ass I am," she said. "And I'm going to take every fucking cent I can get my hands on."

Becky gasped. "I've never heard you talk like this before, Mother. What's going on, anyway?"

April smiled at her daughter. "It's the new me." 

"From what I heard last night," Becky said. "I'm sure all this crap with Dad hasn't completely soured you against men."

"No, it hasn't," April told her daughter. "As a matter of fact, it's opened up a part of me I never knew existed." She eyed Becky suspiciously. "Besides me moaning and wiggling around from the tongue lashing you gave me, what did you hear?"

Becky laughed and, in a higher-pitched voice than normal, she said, "Oh, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me like you did that first night."

April Brubaker's face turned a deep crimson as she cleared her throat. "I said all that?" she asked. When Becky nodded her head in the affirmative, she added, "I must have been out of my head."

"Don't worry, Mother," Becky said. "I understand. I just hope that you won't mind sharing him once in a while."

"Sure," Mrs. Brubaker said. "Why not?" Then she quickly added, "It'll be up to him."

Becky smiled. "Great!" she said. "I've been wanting him to break my cherry since fifth grade."

It was April's turn to laugh. "Fifth grade? Why, you hardly even knew boys existed back then."

Becky bristled slightly. "I knew enough to realize that I wanted him to stick his little 'thingy' inside my hole. That's all I thought about. But you kept chasing him off and calling him all those bad names."

April stood and hugged her daughter. "I'm so sorry, Baby. I was a different person back then."

"I know," Becky said. "'Back then,' you could be a real bitch when you wanted."

April stood and hugged her daughter, pressing her tits into the back of Becky's neck. Feeling emboldened, Mrs. Brubaker filled her hands with Becky's more than ample breasts. For the first time in her life, she was the aggressor; the pursuer and not the pursued. She wanted sex with a female and the thought of it being her own daughter she wanted to have sex with only heightened her desires. "Still can be," she joked. "If I don't get what I want." She sucked Becky's earlobe into her mouth. 

Becky stood, pushed the chair from between them and turned around. April's hands fell to Becky's hips. Before she could tighten her grip and pull her in close, the younger Brubaker woman had already closed the gap. 

"Oh, Mother," Becky moaned. The rest of her words became unintelligible when Mrs. Brubaker pressed her lips against her daughter's. Hands roamed over every part of the two women's bodies as April's tongue was forced to retreat from Becky's invading oral appendage.

First came the outer garments. In no time at all, they were standing before each other, clad only in bra and panties. Becky's tits fairly jumped out of her bra when April unhooked the front strap and helped slide it down her daughter's arms.

Mrs. Brubaker pulled her face from Becky's and, like a guided missile, zeroed in on her daughter's left nipple, fully encasing the bright pink bud and the surrounding areola between her lips.

Becky's hands wandered aimlessly across her mother's back; from her fleshy ass to her shoulders for a few moments before stopping at April's bra strap. Working quickly, she unhooked the bra and pulled it off her mother, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor beside them. She then began to squeeze them lightly.

"It really makes me so damned horny," Becky told her mother, "to feel your nipples get hard."

April mumbled her reply, not yet willing to break the suction on her daughter's breast.

Becky continued to massage April's breasts, stopping every few seconds to roll her mother's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Her breathing became erratic and soon, she was gasping for air. She gently pushed her mother's mouth from her tit, looked her in the eye and said, "Let's go to the bedroom, Mother. Might as well get comfortable."

April Brubaker, already lost in that dream-like state of mind that comes with the knowledge that one is going to have pure, unadulterated sex, could only nod as Becky grabbed her by the hand, led her into the bedroom and gently pushed her down onto the bed. She scooted backwards until her head rested comfortably on her pillow and waited for her daughter to follow.

"My daughter!" April thought. "My daughter is about to make love to me." She could still put a stop to this if she wanted. "But, do I want to?" she asked herself as she felt Becky settle beside her.

"Yes," April told herself as Becky tenderly caressed her breast. "I have to stop. We have to stop."

April Brubaker shuddered as the palm of Becky's hand slid down her stomach and inside the waistband of her panties. 

"Fuck it," she whispered. "And especially fuck Herman and his two-timing whore."

Becky's fingers crawled through her mother's pubic hairs at an agonizingly slow pace, tickling her, exciting her. 

April's heart raced with anticipation as she silently urged her daughter to continue. Desire mounted. Becky's fingers reached their destination. They began to strum across her mother's clit much like a master guitarist. 

Like water being forced over a dam because it had no place else to go, April Brubaker's passion spilled from her soul, filling every fiber of her being. Her body was alive and she didn't care if it was her daughter, her own flesh and blood, who was providing the stimulation. Once again, she was being set free.

Mrs. Brubaker whimpered as she struggled to get her own panties off. She finally succeeded in getting them down to her ankles. She pulled one foot free and left the crumpled cotton briefs wrapped around her left ankle.

Becky's hands were busy now. So was her mouth. She had risen to her knees and with the fingers of one hand still on her mother's clit, she captured a breast in the other hand. Once again, she was nursing at her mother's yearning, heaving bosom.

Becky's mother cried out, expressing her need for Becky to continue. Her hips bucked and her back arched, throwing her pussy against Becky's hand and temporarily dislodging her tit from her daughter's mouth. Both women groaned in an expression of extreme disappointment. 

When Becky's lips once again found her mother's nipple, April Brubaker threw her head back and said through gnashing teeth, "You make me hotter quicker than anyone I've ever known."

By this time, Becky had slipped her middle finger inside April's cunt and had her thumb resting on her mother's clit. In a very uneven rhythm, Becky alternated between fucking her mother with her finger and diddling April's clit. 

Mrs. Brubaker pushed gently on Becky's head. "I need you to kiss me down there," she whispered seductively.

Becky, feigning ignorance, asked her mother, "What?"

April repeated herself. "I want you to kiss me down there."

"Down where, Mother?"

"Where you have your hand."

"Where is that, Mother?"

Finally realizing that she was being urged to talk dirty to her daughter, Mrs. Brubaker gulped a lungful of air. Words exited her mouth that, just a few short weeks ago, would have made her blush profusely. Now, it only made her a bit uncomfortable to say them. She whispered her instructions, talking quickly.

"Oh, baby," April said. "I want you to eat my pussy. I need to feel your tongue on my pussy. I want you to kiss my clit like you did last night."

Becky smiled within herself. She was hoping this would be the day her mother would return the favor. But, she knew her mother was new to the idea of a woman satisfying another woman sexually. Becky Brubaker would count this as a labor of love. She wanted to bring her mother along the path of Sapphic love slowly so as not to spook her. Becky would give her as much time as she needed.

To Becky's surprise, when she crawled into place to worship at the altar of her mother's sex, April told her to turn around.

April Brubaker spoke softly, almost in a whisper. "Sixty-nine. I want to lick on you, too."

Delighted at her mother's change in attitude, Becky Brubaker gladly acquiesced. She spun around and, knees on the bed astraddle of April Brubaker's head and slowly lowered her pussy onto the older woman's face. 

April Brubaker, not content to lay there and wait for a taste of her daughter's nectar, quickly grabbed Becky by the hips and pulled Becky's pussy down to her. Unsure of exactly what she should be doing, Mrs. Brubaker licked tentatively along the outer lips and then stopped.

Becky, her face already buried in her mother's cunt, raised her head, steadied herself on her hands and knees and looked between her tits at her mother. "Just do what comes natural, Mother," she said.

"I've never done anything like this before," Mrs. Brubaker said.

"I know, Mother," Becky said soothingly. "You liked what I did to you last night, didn't you? And you remember how good it made you feel?"

April nodded her head and, when she did so, her nose rubbed against Becky's hot, throbbing clit, causing the young woman to have a mini-climax. "But, baby, what if I don't do it right? I want you to enjoy this, too."

"Do to me what you remember about how I made love to you, Mother. You'll do just fine."

Encouraged by her daughter's patience, April continued to hold Becky's ass cheeks in her hands as if she were afraid the younger woman might float away from her; continued licking those fat young pussy lips. "I guess the best thing I can do," she said to herself, "is to do to her exactly what she does to me."

Just as Becky latched on to her clitoris, April Brubaker decided to satisfy her daughter first. She tightened her grip on Becky's hips and rolled, finally coming to a stop with the daughter on the bottom.

"Oh, Mother!" Becky said in a rushed, high-pitched voice.

Mrs. Brubaker moved away from Becky and turned around to face her daughter.

"Did I upset you, Mother?" Becky asked.

April swiped at a strand of hair that had fallen over Becky's eye and tucked it behind her ear. "No, Baby," she said. "You didn't upset me."

"Then why did you move away?"

Mrs. Brubaker stared lovingly at her daughter's breasts and licked her lips. She grabbed one of those sweet, young tits in her hand and stroked it lightly. "So firm, yet so pliable," she said with a smile. "They're just begging to be sucked." She leaned in and pulled the tiny bud of flesh into her mouth.

Becky quickly placed the palm of her hand on the back of April's head and held her mother close, her excitement and passion climbing higher and higher with every stroke of her mother's tongue on her nipple. Each time Mrs. Brubaker tried to suck her nipple ever deeper into her mouth, Becky would whimper as her body twisted and wiggled on the bed in response.

Becky began to gasp. Her breasts heaved upwards and her stomach began to knot. She was micro seconds away from an orgasm when April quit her nursing and began to trail her tongue down the younger Brubaker's stomach, pausing only when she reached the top of Becky's black lace bikini panties. Becky spent several anxious moments, her body yearning for release before her mother began to move.

Slowly, Mrs. Brubaker traced her tongue along the waistband; from one side to the other and back again. She knew she was tormenting her daughter with her actions but, she was feeling bold and mischievous. She had not been this bold with Herman nor with Bobby. She could not have explained herself if her life depended upon it. Just the idea of a Sapphic, familial love made her heart race; gave her life purpose. She wondered why it had taken her so long to discover the real April Brubaker.

Instead of taking Becky's panties off, Mrs. Brubaker, in her haste to get at her daughter's sexual center, urged Becky's legs apart. She simply pulled the panties away from and to the side of Becky's lips. This time, there was no hesitation on April's part. Starting at Becky's asshole, Mrs. Brubaker licked her way up to her clit.

Becky was in heaven! Her own mother was tickling her clit, causing her whole body to shimmy and shake. And, when her mother's tongue began licking her asshole for the second time, she tensed in preparation for a mind-blowing orgasm she knew would soon follow.

Mrs. Brubaker could sense that her daughter was getting close. She could feel the secretions of Becky's lubricating juices flowing more rapidly against her face. 

Becky's breathing was growing more erratic with each swipe of her tongue. Her breasts heaved and her stomach seemed to be tying itself in knots. The next swipe of her mother's tongue across her perineum took her to the edge.

Becky arched her back, grabbed two handfuls of April's hair and pulled her mother's face into her quivering quim. April, her nose now buried deep inside Becky's cunt, continued licking her daughter's perineum.

Becky fucked her mother's nose with short, rapid strokes. Still gripping April's hair tightly with her left hand, she moved her right hand to her own clitoris. Placing her forefinger on one side of her hooded nub and her middle finger on the other side, she squeezed lightly and began to slowly stroke her super sensitive man in the boat. Several strokes of her fingers and a few more swipes of her mother's tongue, combined with the air rushing from April's nose into her clutching vaginal cavity, sent her into a sexual stupor; the likes of which she'd never before experienced.

Becky screamed as she beat her heels on the bed. 

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Bobby, on his way home from visiting a friend, looked longingly across the street as he drove by the Brubaker house. The minivan was in the driveway. After a moment's hesitation he made a u-turn and parked in front of the Brubaker home. He unbuckled his seatbelt and had his hand on the handle to open the door when a taxi pulled into the driveway. He looked on in interest when he saw Herman Brubaker exit the cab and, with casts on both legs, and leaning heavily on his crutches, head toward the front door. 

"What the hell is he doing here?" Bobby muttered to himself. "He's supposed to be in jail."

Bobby waited until Mr. Brubaker was inside his house and had closed the door before exiting his car. He hurried up the walkway, barely making it up onto the porch before he heard April screaming. He fumbled in his pocket for the key she'd given him. He couldn't find it. Then he remembered that he'd left it in the glove box of his car.

Mrs. Brubaker screamed again; this timer louder. Bobby grabbed the doorknob and turned it clockwise. To his relief, the door was unlocked. Not bothering to close the door behind him, he ran towards April's bedroom, unprepared for what he saw playing out before him.

Becky was laying on the bed, clad only in her bikini panties, her body coiled into the fetal position and her eyes opened wide with fear. Supported by a crutch under his left armpit, Herman Brubaker had a handful of Mrs. Brubaker's hair and was dragging her off the bed.

Bobby rushed into the room, his closed fist high in the air. Swinging it downward, he hit fat Herman on the back of his neck. 

Herman Brubaker released his grip on his wife's hair and crumpled to the floor, dazed and confused, quivering spastically, his mouth opening and closing like a hungry goldfish. Herman's breaths were shallow and rapid. He looked at Bobby with questioning eyes.

With the lower half of her naked body still on the bed and her head and torso hanging precariously over the side, April Brubaker's hands clutched at the bedding, trying to get a good grip so she could get back on the bed.

Bobby glanced briefly at Mr. Brubaker and, deciding he was not a serious risk, rushed to April's aid. He pulled her upright, helped her turn around and then sat down beside her.

Herman Brubaker spoke in hushed tones, his voice creaking and his body trembling in fear. "You bitch!" he said to his wife. He then gave Becky a scathing look. "You and your mother. . .you disgust me."

Becky was now sitting beside her mother, her and Bobby both hugging her and caressing her. "Where's your fucking whore, Daddy," Becky sneered. "Sucking the jailor's dick behind your back?"

April Brubaker looked her husband in the eye. "Why are you here, anyway? I already told you that you couldn't come home no more."

Bobby kept a wary eye on Herman Brubaker as the fat man struggled to a sitting position, ready to hit him again if he made the wrong move.

"I wanted to see if we could kiss and make up," Herman said, unsuccessfully trying to look remorseful.

April grunted. "Hmmph. You really think I'm gonna swallow that one?"

"Really, honey," Herman said. "I've went that bitch packing. All she wanted was my money."

April's lips curled in disgust. "Well, mister big shot lawyer, figure this one out." She turned to Bobby and kissed him full on the mouth and pulled back just a bit so Herman could see their tongues in action. Despite the gravity of the situation, Bobby's cock was getting hard. He began to caress April's breast. 

Mrs. Brubaker broke contact with Bobby and turned back to her husband. "Someone else has taken your place. You'd better come up with a whole damned lot of support money, too. We're gonna be needing every penny of it when we honeymoon in Tahiti."




Surrogate Husband Ch. 07



Flustered with the knowledge that he'd lost his wife to the neighbor's boy, Herman Brubaker uttered a stream of profanities. "I come home," he said, his face turning red, "and find you molesting our daughter and you think you'll get money out of me? When I get through with you, you'll be lucky to get food stamps." 

"You can't molest the willing, Daddy," Becky said.

Herman's face flushed even redder as he once more tried unsuccessfully to stand. He slumped back down to the floor with a groan of pain. He turned his gaze back to April. Huffing and puffing, he spat out his words. "Fucking your daughter and this piece of trash. You'll not get a penny out of me!"

Bobby could be silent no longer. "You'll give her money all right. And lots of it."

"And how do you think you can make me do that?" Mr. Brubaker sneered.

"Your word against the three of us," Bobby said. He scratched his chin as if he were in deep thought. "April let you in so's you could get some of your things. She went back into the kitchen to talk to me. We heard Becky scream. We rushed into the bedroom just in time to see you climb on top of your daughter and rip her panties off. We'll all three testify that you were the one who tried to rape your own daughter. Need I say more?"

Herman Brubaker shook his head slowly. "No," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Then he turned defiant. "It won't be a whole lot. In spite of what you might think, I'm not a rich man."

April Brubaker laughed coldly. "This house is worth at least a half million. Then there's your off shore bank accounts that, at last check, totaled more than eighteen million. But you're half right. You won't be all that rich when the divorce is over."

Mr. Brubaker's eyes opened wide. "H. . .how did you find all this out?"

"You forgot to turn off your computer one night a couple of months ago. Really, Herman, you should be more careful."

Knowing he was beaten, Herman Brubaker asked April, "Okay, how much?"

"I don't want the house," Mrs. Brubaker began. "But, I want the value of it. . .in cash. I want half of what you have in your hidden accounts. And I want your promise to go away and never bother us again,"

"You'll ruin me," Herman Brubaker whined.

"Better to be ruined financially," April told him, "than to go to prison for molesting your daughter."

"Yeah," Bobby said. "You'll go in as a tight end, but you'll come out as a wide receiver."

"Okay, okay," Mr. Brubaker said with a wave of his hand. "You'll have the money in your account by Friday next week.' He extended his arm. "Now, will someone please help me up?"

Bobby stood, grabbed Mr. Brubaker's hand and helped him to stand while April retrieved his crutches. "Need us to call you a cab?" she asked.

Herman Brubaker adjusted himself on his crutches. "Please," he said. "I'll wait outside."

"Don't even ask what will happen if you don't fulfill your end of the bargain," Bobby said as fat Herman hobbled out the bedroom and down the hallway.

"I want everyone out of this house within the next two days or the deal is off!" Herman Brubaker yelled over his shoulder.

The three of them watched out the window until they saw Mr. Brubaker get into a taxi and ride away. April then turned to Bobby and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her titties into his arm. "We won!" she said just before she kissed him on the cheek.

"Let's hope he doesn't go back on his word," Bobby replied.

Becky turned and hugged Bobby from the other side. He now had two pairs of tits pressing against him and a cock so hard and stiff it could have supported Mount Rushmore on its head. 

Bobby pulled them both in closer. Nipples hardened as the two women wiggled against him. He turned to kiss April full on the mouth. Lips collided against lips as their tongues pushed and twisted, one against the other in a sensuous battle for dominance. 

Becky ran her hand down Bobby's stomach to his cock. April's hand was already there, rubbing and massaging his rod of steel. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, taking his shorts with them. April removed her hand from his cock until it was freed from its confinement and then began to stroke it, flesh upon flesh, using his copious amount of pre cum as a lubricant.

Becky dropped to her knees in front of him and waited for her mother to slide her fist down to Bobby's groin. She immediately encased the head of his twitching cock in her warm mouth. She ran the tip of her tongue around the crown and then she impaled her face upon his fuck stick, stopping only when her lips met her mother's fist.

Working in tandem, Becky eased her lips up and down Bobby's cock as her mother's fist rose and fell upon the shaft. Just as Bobby was about to announce his orgasm, he realized they had not closed the blinds. Their actions could be seen by anyone who happened to be passing by. But, he was too far gone to give a damn. He grunted as his balls twisted in their sacks. Barely had he spoken the words, "I'm cumming!" before his sperm-laden semen began pouring out of his piss hole and into Becky's mouth. 

Becky swallowed hard as the first few shots filled her mouth to overflowing. Mrs. Brubaker pulled her hand away from Bobby's peter and wiped some of his splooge from her daughter's chin, put her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean.

"Better save some of that for me," April said to Becky. "Don't hog it all."

After capturing the last couple of spurts from Bobby's cock, Beck stood and faced her mother, who was eagerly awaiting her portion of protein. April opened her mouth and accepted the invasion of her daughter's cum covered tongue. She swished Bobby's juices around her teeth and over her gums a couple of times before swallowing. "Goddam," she exclaimed. "I wish I had some more of that shit."

"You'll have to wait awhile," Becky told her mother as she pointed towards Bobby's flaccid cock. "I think he's done for now."

"A good while," April said. "We've got to start looking for a place to live until Daddy coughs up the money."

===

Bobby, now at home, sat at the dining room table with a can of root beer in his hand, talking to his mother and his grandmother.

"They're not such bad people after all," he said. "And they need a place to stay until they can get settled."

Louise raised her cup to her mouth and sipped some coffee. "But, why should they stay here?"

"Bobby's getting tired of us already," Grandma Lilly said with a wink at her grandson. "He wants more variety in his life."

"We don't have enough room, Bobby," Louise told her son. "And they might not approve of our situation."

"They're just like us," Bobby said. "April and Becky are lovers."

Astonished at such a revelation, Bobby's mother gasped. "Who'd have thought it?" she said. "Mrs. 'Holier-Than-Thou' is certainly full of surprises, ain't she?"

"How in the world would you handle being with four women in the same house?" Louise asked.

Bobby shrugged his shoulders. "It would be a chore."

Mother and Grandmother laughed. "It's out of the question," Bobby's mother told him. "They'll have to find someplace else to live."

Still trying to make his case, Bobby told his mother, "I told you, Mother. They're like us now."

"Bobby!" Louise said sharply. "I don't care about that. I still don't trust that woman with our secrets. If you want them to move in with us, then so be it. But you'll have to give up any form of sexual contact with me and Grandma Lilly. Are you prepared to do that?"

"No," Bobby said weakly.

"Then I don't want to hear anything else about it. Understand?"

Bobby nodded his head.

Louise Chandler went over to where Bobby was sitting and gave him a hug. "Come with me," she said. "I'll make you forget all about the Brubaker women." She looked at Grandma Lilly. "You can come, too, Lillian, if you want."

Louise Chandler led Bobby and Grandma Lilly into her bedroom, sat on the bed and pulled Bobby close. Grandma Lilly pressed her tits into his back as she reached around to fondle his cock through his pants while Louise began to undo his belt buckle and open his pants. Down came his pants and underwear at the same time. Grandma Lilly wrapped her hands around his tool and began to slowly jack him off.

Louise bent over as she slid his pants and shorts down to his ankles and helped him divest himself of his shoes and then his clothes. Bobby took off his shirt and tossed it aside. A few minutes seemed like an eternity as his mother and grandmother disrobed.

Bobby's mother grabbed him by the hips and pulled him into her mouth. Grandma Lilly took a hand away from his cock so her daughter could suck a bit more of his throbbing tool into her oral cavity and began to fondle his balls.

The intensity of the moment had Bobby Chandlers nuts already signaling his impending orgasm. Grandma Lilly felt his cock swelling in her hand and, just as he rammed his tool as far into his mother's mouth as he could, she squeezed the base with all of her might.

Bobby stood on unsteady legs, his whole body quivering as his need for release slowly abated. Grandma Lilly, sensing that he was no longer in danger of cumming, loosened her grip and continued stroking him. Her other hand was now in her mouth, giving it as much lubrication as was possible.

Bobby experienced a bit of discomfort as his grandmother's finger pushed into his ass. His displeasure quickly turned to pleasure when she began massaging his prostate. Fearing he would once again be fighting to keep from cumming, he backed up, dislodging his cock from his mother's mouth and pried his grandmother's hand from around his shaft.

Surprised by this turn of events, Grandma Lilly removed her finger from his ass and asked, "What's wrong, Bobby?"

"Yeah," his mother said. "I thought you were enjoying yourself."

"I was," he said. "Maybe a little too much."

"Oh?" Bobby's mother commented, leaving the obvious unsaid.

"It's time," Bobby said as he pulled his mother to a standing position.

"For what?" Louise asked.

Bobby kissed his mother on her nose and said, "It's time for you to keep your promise."

Louise opened her mouth to ask him what he was talking about, but closed it quickly when she remembered. "Oh, shit," she said to herself. "He wants to fuck me in my ass!"

Bobby turned to his grandmother and instructed her to lie down on the bed on her back. "And you, Mother," he said. "I want you on top of Grandma Lilly in the sixty-nine position." Both women complied with his wishes. 

"Lick each other," he told them, "while I go get the KY jelly."

Slowly, tentatively, Louise lowered her face into Grandma Lilly's waiting pussy. Grandma Lilly grabbed her daughter's hips and pulled her down onto her anxious mouth. Both women moaned as tongues connected with pussy lips. 

Satisfied and elated that the two women were following his instructions with so much enthusiasm, Bobby went into the bathroom. He returned a couple of minutes later with a tube of the jelly and climbed up onto the bed and lay down between his mother's outstretched legs. He laid the tube on the bed beside him.

"Spread her butt cheeks wide," he told his grandmother. Very quickly, he was looking directly at Louise Chandler's wrinkled brown hole.

Louise stiffened when her son's index finger first made contact with her anus, but quickly relaxed when she realized he wasn't going to immediately jam it into her asshole.

Bobby took his time caressing Louise's anal ring, circling the tip of his finger slowly around the edges, stopping every once in a while to press lightly against the opening. He replaced Grandma Lilly's hands with his own and leaned in to plant a kiss on the tight little hole.

Bobby licked her perineum, pressed the tip of his tongue in the middle of the wrinkled ring and then began rimming her asshole. Round and round in circles, his tongue went, tracing the same route as his finger had traveled just minutes earlier. Fascinated by her grandson's display of tenderness towards his mother, Lillian Chandler ceased her licking of Louise's pussy and watched Bobby's actions. "If he's gonna be this tender and considerate," she said to herself, "I don't think I'll object when he says it's my turn."

Bobby released his hold on his mother's hips and reached for the jelly. Louise uttered a low moan when his tongue broke contact with her ass.

"Spread her cheeks," Bobby told his grandmother, "while I lube that thing up."

Bobby unscrewed the cap and squeezed some of the lubricant directly on her anus, replaced the cap and lay the tube back down. Taking his time, he spread the jelly on her asshole and the surrounding area, rubbing and massaging as he did so, not once trying to penetrate his mother's brown ring. When he thought the jelly was sufficiently spread over all the right places, Bobby rimmed Louise's asshole with tip of his finger before pressing it lightly against the center of her anus.

"Relax," he said, "as if you were taking a shit."

Louise, lulled into a serene state of acceptance, was able to relax enough for the very tip of her son's finger to penetrate her hole. Then she tensed in anticipation of the pain she was surely to feel when his finger went all the way in. When Bobby made no effort to push any further inside, she relaxed once more.

Bobby waited patiently for her to grow accustomed to the added pressure of his invading fingertip before pushing his finger in to the first knuckle. Again he waited until he thought Louise was ready for him to push his finger even further inside. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Louise, Bobby's finger was all the way in, up to the last knuckle.

"How does that feel?" Bobby asked his mother. "Any pain?"

Louise wiggled her butt against his hand and sighed. "I'm surprised," she told him. "I thought it would hurt for sure, but it doesn't hurt at all."

Bobby smiled. Then he slowly pulled his finger out of her ass until her anal ring was squeezing it just below the first knuckle. He wiggled his finger inside of her as he moved it around in tiny circles. He then noticed that he had his grandmother's rapt attention.

"Keep licking her clit, Grandma Lilly."

Lillian, suddenly pulled out of her near trance like state of mind, quickly sucked Louise's clit back between her lips and began a torturous assault with the tip of her tongue. Bobby then sought entry with his middle finger. 

Louise hardly objected to the addition of Bobby's middle finger. She was about to orgasm. "God, that feels good," she announced as the first shockwaves of her impending orgasm surged through her. 

Her asshole had become an erogenous zone. Lightning bolts of desirous pleasure were charging through her, simultaneously exiting through her anus along with her clit. She wanted release. She begged for release.

"Oh, Bobby," she cried as Bobby pushed his two fingers in and out of her rectum with a slow, but steady pace. "Baby," she said, her voice now low and husky with desire. "Fuck me with your fingers. It feels soooo good."

Grandma Lilly inserted a finger of her own deep inside Louise's vaginal canal. Without one consulting the other, she and her grandson set up a rhythm of fucking that soon had Louise gasping for breath.

Louise's entire nether region was on fire. She felt her sanity deserting her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she said repeatedly as she felt her impending orgasm building. Then, it was upon her.

Louise's stomach muscles contracted and began to cramp. Her body went stiff. She was trembling from head to toe. Her kegel muscles contracted as she screamed her release. As quickly as she'd stiffened, her body went limp. She lay in a heap, her world temporarily slipping away from her as Bobby and Grandma Lilly continued fucking her with their fingers.

Bobby pulled his fingers from his mother's ass. "Keep licking," he told Lillian. "Keep licking." He went to his knees behind his mother just before coating his cock with a generous amount of the KY jelly. He then rubbed more of it around her shrinking anal ring. Bobby grabbed his massive tool and pressed it against his mother's anal opening.

Grandma Lilly's continued assault on Louise's clit kept Bobby's mother on a rollercoaster ride of continuous mini orgasms. One would begin as the previous one ended. "Oh, god," she said as she felt the head of her son's cock slide inside her ass. It felt so good that she silently willed Bobby to push his hardened flesh deeper. She attempted to make it happen but, her strength had been sapped. She could barely move. Her mouth opened in an effort to voice her desires. Nothing intelligible came out. 

"Unnngh," she groaned. "Baby," she whispered. "Unnngh," she said again and again as Bobby slowly inserted more of his tool inside her rectum. Inch by inch, it progressed until Bobby's erection was in all the way to the root.

At last, Louise regained her voice. Almost at the same time, her strength returned with the energy necessary to become an active participant in the taking of her anal virginity. She lifted her hips and as Bobby pushed his veiny cock into her ass, she pushed back at him. 

"Fuck me," Louise shouted as her son's hairy groin pressed against her butt cheeks. "Harder, goddammit. Harder!" Bobby's thrusting gained speed until he was fucking his mother's ass with unrestrained abandon.

Meanwhile, Grandma Lilly's mouth and tongue were once again working their magic. The pressure was building inside Louise Chandler, threatening to boil over at any moment. Even in her fevered state, she could feel Bobby's cock expanding. She knew he was about to come.

"Come with me!" Louise cried. "Fill my ass with your cum."

Bobby's nuts contracted and forced his seed up and out of his urethra into her bowels. The sensation of having her lower colon filled with her son's hot scalding juices triggered an orgasm in Louise like none she'd ever experienced before.

Seven times Bobby's cock contracted as it coated the walls of her bowels, stretching Louise's anal ring a bit more each time. Seven times Louise Chandler cried out in pure unadulterated joy. Seven times her stomach muscles contracted as her hips lifted high off the bed. 

Grandma Lilly quickly slid out from under her daughter, gasping, but grateful that she could finally breathe again. She lay beside the copulating mother/son duo watching intently, giving her silent approval as Louise fell to the bed in a quivering mass of flesh.

Somehow, Bobby managed to stay inside her, his emissions now reduced to a steady dribble; his cock slowly deflating until it popped out of its own accord. He fell against his mother, pinning her to the bed, exhausted, but contented. Finally, he rolled off and lay beside her; caressing her and kissing her cheek.

"Did you like it?" he asked. "Did it feel good?"

"I think you know the answer to that one," Grandma Lilly said.

"If I'd only known," Louise said. "If I'd only known that giving up my anal cherry to you would have been so pleasurable, I would have given it to you a long time ago."

"Me, too," Grandma Lilly said. "When will it be my turn?"

Bobby laughed. "I don't know, Grandma Lilly. I'm so exhausted that I can barely move.

"I'll wait," Lillian told him. "Anything that makes your mother feel that good has to be well worth waiting for."

Not long after that, Bobby and his mother fell fast asleep. Grandma Lilly lay beside her daughter, giddy with the thoughts of having her bowels filled with her grandson's sweet juices.



Surrogate Husband Ch. 08



The super market was crowded; as it usually was on Saturdays. "Don't you wish you'd have stayed home," Mother?" Bobby asked Louise.

Louise Chandler shrugged. "We haven't gone anywhere in the last three months. I was beginning to go stir crazy."

Bobby briefly grabbed his mother's hand, squeezed it lightly and then let it go. "I know, Mother. We were beginning to get on each other's nerves."

Mrs. Chandler smiled ruefully and then chuckled. "That's certainly an understatement."

The two of them were walking down the produce aisle when Bobby suddenly stopped. "Mother!" he whispered as he grabbed her arm.

"What?" she asked.

"There," Bobby said. "At the end of the aisle. That's Becky and her mother."

"Haven't seen nor heard from them since they moved out," Louise commented. "Wonder where they've been?"

Bobby tugged on his mother's arm. "Let's go and ask them," he said excitedly.

"Bobby!" she softly scolded. "You know how I feel about Mrs. Brubaker."

Bobby tugged a bit harder. "I haven't seen Becky in forever," he said. "It won't hurt you to be civil for just a little while."

"Oh, alright," she told him. "But make it short and sweet."

It took about half a minute for Bobby and his mother to close the gap between them and the Brubaker women. Mrs. Brubaker was the first to notice them.

"Hello," April said, her voice mixed with surprise and apprehension. 

Becky looked up to see who her mother was talking to. Her face lit up with a smile as she hugged Bobby excitedly. "Bobby!" she shrieked loud enough to cause other customers to look their way.

Bobby hugged Becky and whispered in her ear. "Let's go to Subway and leave them two alone for a while." They quickly disappeared, leaving the two women by themselves.

"When'd you get back?" Louise asked.

"Just a few days ago," April told her. "Been living in a motel room all this time."

"Bobby told me about your deal with your husband. How did that work out?"

"Just fine," April said. "Got most of his money and he got his whore. Fair tradeoff if I do say so myself."

Louise smiled. Despite her reservations about April Brubaker, she found herself warming up to her. "Where you living?" she asked.

"Same old place."

Louise arched an eyebrow. "Thought you had to give that house up as part of the deal."

"Ol' Herman had a change of heart. Signed a quitclaim deed and told me to go fuck myself."

Louise was both shocked and amused at April's language. "Why, April," she giggled. "Six months ago you would have read me the riot act if you'd heard me talk like that."

April smiled a bit wickedly. "I'm a different person now."

"I can tell," Louise said. 

"Hey," April began. "Becky and I were going to cook spaghetti tonight. That's why we came shopping." She lightly touched Louise's hand. "Why don't you and Bobby come over? Say about six?"

Louise's hand felt tingly. Alarmed that such a simple gesture would affect her so, she was temporarily speechless.

"And bring your mother also," April quickly added.

Louise nodded and then cleared her throat. Her heart seemed to have skipped a beat. This woman; the one who, until just recently, had looked down her nose at the whole world, was trying to be friendly. "Uh, sure," she said. "Be glad to."

A second later, Bobby and Becky reappeared next to their mothers. Becky looked at her mother with pleading eyes. "Bobby wants to take me to the drive in. Can we cook that spaghetti some other time? Please, Mother?"

April smiled, looked at Louise and shrugged her shoulders. "Some other time," she told her daughter.

Becky hugged her mother. "Thanks, Mother. You're the greatest!"

Bobby sidled up to his mother and put his arm around her. "Is it alright if I take the car so we can get an early start?"

"And how am I supposed to get home?" Louise asked her son.

For the second time April Brubaker casually touched Louise Chandler, this time on her elbow. "I can give you a ride home. Let them go."

Louise Chandler hesitated a moment, exhaled and told Bonny, "Go ahead, son. Have some fun." Bobby and Becky quickly walked away, hand in hand.

Louise walked along beside April as the Brubaker woman picked up the items necessary for making spaghetti, waited patiently while she paid for her groceries and helped her carry them to her car.

"Mind if we go by my place first?" Mrs. Brubaker asked as she put the car in drive and left the parking lot.. "I can drop the groceries off and then take you home."

Her elbow and hand still tingling from April's touch, Louise told her, "No, go ahead."

====

"I thought we'd never get out of there," Becky said as they got in the car and drove away.

"What movie you want to see?" Bobby asked as he glanced over at Becky's legs, quickly noticing that her skirt had ridden up past mid-thigh.

"Why don't we just go somewhere and park for a while?" she countered.

"I know a place," Bobby told her. "Paddy's Lake."

Becky giggled. "Make out Lake," she said. "I haven't been there in a while."

Bobby raised an eyebrow as he looked quickly in her direction. "Oh?"

"Yup."

Bobby waited in silence for her to continue speaking. Several moments went by before his curiosity got the best of him. "You gonna tell me the rest of the story?" he asked. A quick turn of his head in her direction revealed that she was blushing. 

"What makes you think there's a 'rest of the story'?" Becky asked coyly.

"'Cause, you wouldn't be blushing so much if there wasn't."

Becky squeezed his hand. "I'll tell you when we get there."

"Okay, but you'd better not renege on me." He returned the squeeze.

A couple of miles north of town, Bobby turned off the highway and onto a gravel road. Bobby did his best to avoid the holes in the road, but there were too many of them. "Umph!" they both grunted almost at the same time when the car rolled through a particularly wide one.

"I don't remember the road being this rough when I came up here with Junior Grant," Becky said.

After about a mile of bumping along, Bobby pulled into a small clearing that overlooked the lake. "Place sure has grown up," Becky commented. "Used to be more dirt and a whole lot less grass."

Bobby stopped the car, put it in "park" and turned off the engine. "I wonder where the kids go to fool around if they don't come here no more."

The question went unanswered as Becky turned, pulled Bobby's head towards her and kissed him. Tongues briefly touched as their open mouthed kiss began to get serious.

"Let's get into the back seat," Becky urged. Bobby got out and ran to Becky's side of the car to open the door for her but, to his surprise, she was already in the back. He quickly opened the back door and climbed in after her.

Becky welcomed him with opened arms and soon their lips were pressed together and her tongue was in his mouth. Bobby sucked it in deep as his hand found its way to her breast.

"Ummmmh," Becky moaned. 

After what seemed like forever, they broke contact. "I've wanted to do that and more for a long, long time," Bobby told her.

"Me, too," Becky said.

For a long while, they were content to just hold hands and silently watch the reflection of the setting sun as it moved across the lake.

When darkness had just about set in, Bobby turned to Becky. He pulled her close. "Now, for the rest of the story."

"What rest of the story?" she teased.

"I suppose it has something to do with Junior Grant," Bobby said.

"It does," Becky said.

Bobby kissed her earlobe. "I didn't think your mother would have let you come to a place like this with anyone."

Becky laid her hand on his thigh. "She wouldn't have if she'd known."

"How did you get away with it?"

"Junior went to church with us. His daddy was a deacon. Mother thought he could do no wrong."

"What did you and Junior do up here?"

Becky began rubbing his thigh. Each stroke brought her closer and closer to his hardening cock.

"We didn't fuck, if that's what you're getting at." Her hand was getting dangerously close to his stiffening rod.

Bobby couldn't help but groan when Becky lifted her hand and placed it directly on his member.

"Junior took me to the prom, you know."

"I remember," Bobby said dryly. 

Becky breathed heavily in Bobby's ear. "Mother didn't even want to let me go to my own prom. Father had to convince her.

"How'd he do that?"

"He told her that me and junior were both over eighteen and that I deserved to be treated like an adult."

"I can't believe that's all it took to convince your mother to let you go to the prom."

Becky giggled. "He also told her he wouldn't take her to Cancun like he'd promised."

Bobby laughed. "I'll be damned," he said. "Did you go to the prom or did you head straight for here?"

"Oh, we made our appearance, all right," Becky told him. "We just didn't stay long." She paused. "That was my first time up here, you know. Came up here a couple of times after that, too." 

Becky rimmed his ear with the tip of her tongue. She squeezed his cock through his pants. "I used to jerk him off," she whispered.

Bobby's cock jerked in his pants. He groaned loudly. "That excite you?" she asked.

"Uh huh."

"Want me to show you how I did it?"

"What do you think?" he asked.

Becky abruptly pulled her hand away from his throbbing cock and kissed him quickly on the cheek. "I think we need to talk," she said as she scooted a few inches away from him.

"About what?" a disappointed Bobby asked.

"About us."

"What about us?"

"Bobby," Becky began. "I've wanted you almost since the moment we first met."

Bobby reached for her. "We were in grade school."

"Doesn't matter, Bobby. I knew then that you were the one. "Too bad Mother didn't see it that way."

"But you always acted so distant. And you were always with that damned Junior Grant."

"Don't you see?" Becky pleaded. "I had to be that way because of Mother. Besides, you were so damned timid and shy. Took me the longest time just to get you to tell me hello."

"She didn't like me. That's for sure."

Becky laughed. "She hated you."

"Doesn't mean much now," Bobby said. "We're here and with April. . .your mom's blessing." He pulled Becky close and kissed her deeply. With a trembling hand, he began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Her hand returned to his crotch.

"It's okay for you to call her April," Becky said softly. "I know you and her have been intimate with each other."

"B-but. . ."

"But, nothing," she said as she unzipped his pants. "All three of us have been intimate with each other." She pulled his stiffening member out of his pants.

Bobby shuddered when her hand slid down his cock and then back up. He groaned loudly when her hand rotated tantalizingly slow back and forth around the head; much like that of an agitator in a washing machine. His hips involuntarily squeezed together as he humped her fist.

The last button on Becky's blouse was now undone. Bobby, his brain matter quickly transferring to the small, one-eyed monster between his legs, pushed her bra up and off her heaving tits and captured a nipple between his lips. Rapidly, his tongue slashed back and forth across her sensitive bud. He could feel it growing larger as her breathing became more labored.

Becky's hand continued to traverse up and down Bobby's mighty rod; each stroke bringing him one step closer to the finish line. He placed his hand an inch or so under her knee and caressed his way up her leg and under her skirt, lightly kneading her flesh as he went along.

Heat emanated from Becky's womanhood as Bobby's hand moved upwards along her thigh. He could feel the wetness of her desire as it soaked her panties and seeped on through, drenching her legs in her womanly discharge. By the time his hand made first contact with her panty covered pussy, the odor of Becky's arousal had filled the air around them.

Becky's hips were in constant motion, matching Bobby's rhythm as he rubbed a knuckle against her clitoris. Her breathing became more erratic as her passion grew. She felt as though she were going to explode.

"Oh, Bobby," she said, her voice husky with desire. She grabbed the back of his head and pinned his face against her heaving breast. "I love you, Bobby. I have always loved you."

Bobby, spurred on by her profession of love, feverishly searched for the waistband of her panties, grabbed it and literally tore them away from her heated pussy. Down her thighs they went, over her knees and on down until they cleared her feet. He let them fall unceremoniously from his grasp and quickly covered her wet quim with the palm of his hand.

Becky, her legs now spread wide, welcomed the renewed contact with a shudder and a groan. Her dam of pent up carnal desire broke wide open when Bobby used the heel of his hand to stimulate her clit.

Becky's hand lost its grip on Bobby's cock. She cried out loudly, "I'm cumming, Bobby! Oh -- my -- god! I'm cumming!" Her entire body went rigid. She quivered as though she was suffering from a high fever. Suddenly, she went limp and fell back, dislodging her tit from Bobby's mouth. She lay across the back seat, her heaving breasts the only real sign that she was still alive.

Several moments later, Becky's strength was returning; slowly. She raised her head to look at Bobby. The dimness of the night turned focusing her eyes a very difficult task. She heard the rustling of his pants against his legs as he pulled them down. She felt him kneeling between her legs. Then she felt the heat of his throbbing cock pressing against her outer lips.

"No, Bobby," she pleaded.

Bobby, not understanding why she would say no, forced himself to stop and go no further. Whatever her reasons were, he was not going to force himself upon her. He sat back down and waited for her to say something.

Becky slowly raised herself to a sitting position and scooted close. She wrapped an arm around his neck, buried her face in his chest and wept.

Bobby kissed the top of her head. "You okay, Becky? What's wrong?"

Through her tears, Becky explained her feelings toward him. "Bobby, she sobbed. "I want to. Oh, god, how I want to take you inside me and let you make me a woman, but I can't. Not right now."

Bobby caressed the back of her head. That's okay," he told her. "I understand."

Becky's tears were still flowing, but her sobbing had stopped. She looked up at Bobby. "Do you really understand, Bobby? I don't think so."

"That's okay," he said. "Whether I really understand or not; it's your body. It's your decision."

She caressed his cheek. "I do love you, Bobby."

Bobby finally admitted to himself that he loved her, also. Then he told her. 

"I love you, too, Becky. I guess I always have. It was your mother that drove us apart."

Becky blinked the tears from her eyes. "Don't you even want to know why?"

He kissed the top of her head once more. "You have your reasons. That's all that matters to me."

"Oh, Bobby!" Becky raised her head and kissed him deeply, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. Then she broke oral contact and began to talk.

"Bobby, I do want you to make love to me. I want it more than anything else in the world right now. I want you to be the one to take my virginity."

Glad that the dimness of the night covered the shocked look that must surely be spreading across his face, Bobby continued to caress the back of her head. 

Becky continued. "Something so special," she told him. "Something so special as this should not happen in the backseat of your car. I want it to be in a real bed; my bed. I want my first time to be in my bed where I can feel comfortable and know that it means something to you also."

"I didn't know you were a virgin," he told her.

"Kept myself for you, Bobby. I've always wanted you to be the first. Always."

"If I'd only known," Bobby said, "I would have waited also." 

"Don't worry about it, Bobby. "If you can make me as happy as you have Mother, I'll consider myself to be the luckiest woman ever."

Bobby looked at his watch. "'Bout time for the movie to start."

Becky looked up at him. "There'll be other times to catch a movie. I want you to take me home," she said her voice full of lust and desire.

===

"Thanks for helping me in with the groceries," April Brubaker said. "Will you stay for coffee?"

"I really should be going," Louise told her. "I need to freshen up before I come over for supper."

"Nonsense," April told her. "It's just us gals. There are no men to impress."

"Yeah," Louise sighed. "No men." She sat down on the sofa. "Do you mind if I call my mother?"

"Phone's yours," April said. "Meanwhile, I'll make us some coffee. Sugar and cream?"

"Black."

Ten minutes later, Mrs. Brubaker returned with two steaming cups of coffee. She handed one to Louise and sat down next to her.

"Did you call your mother?" April asked.

Louise nodded. "She's busy entertaining a friend." 

They sipped their coffee in uncomfortable silence, neither of them knowing how to continue the conversation. April was the first to speak.

"How long have you and Bobby been lovers?"

Louise almost dropped her cup. "I'll kick Bobby's ass," she said to herself. "I told him not to tell anyone."

She looked at Mrs. Brubaker and very casually said, "What makes you think something like that?"

"I saw the way you looked at him in the grocery store. The way you hovered so close to him. The yearning look in your eyes as he and Becky left. It shows, Louise. Big time."

"It's not something I want broadcast to the whole world," Louise told her.

April smiled briefly. "Your secret's safe with me."

Louise sipped her coffee. "She's not half bad looking," she thought. "I can see why Bobby wanted to have her around." She scooted over until her and April's hips were touching. 

"You've not had that much experience with females, have you?" Louise asked.

"Only Becky."

"So. . ." Louise put a hand on her neighbor's knee. Mrs. Brubaker remained passive; neither accepting nor rejecting her advances. She ran her hand up under April's skirt and began caressing her nylon covered thigh. "I take it that you've never been with a woman your own age."

April Brubaker's answer was a soft moan. She lifted her hips as Louise's hand searched higher, allowing her skirt to bunch at her waist.

Louise Chandler's hand traveled on up April's thigh until it grazed the crotch of her pantyhose. Even through the panties and the pantyhose, she could feel the hard bump of the Brubaker woman's clit. She pressed the last knuckle of her forefinger against that "bump" and rubbed lightly, causing April to spread her legs even wider than they already were.

Louise turned toward her new friend and, now on her knees beside April, leaned in and kissed her full on the lips. She was now rubbing April's clit with the palm of her hand.

With a low guttural moan, Louise accepted April's tongue inside her own mouth. She sucked hard, drawing as much of it in as possible. April's hands held Louise's cheeks lightly as kiss continued.

Louise ripped Mrs. Brubaker's blouse open, popping buttons and sending them flying and pushed April's bra up and over her breasts. She ended the kiss and hungrily attacked those luscious mams. 

Louise Chandler teasingly used the tip of her tongue to follow the outer edges of April's areola several times before her lips wrapped themselves around the nipples.

"Oh, yes!" April moaned loudly. "God, yes!"

Emboldened by April Brubaker's passionate cries, Louise cradled the other breast in her hand and massaged it with a tenderness April had not felt in quite some time.

April, anxious to carry this encounter further, lifted her hips and quickly rid herself of her skirt. Much in the same fashion as Louise did for her, she ripped Louise's blouse from her body. She undid the clasp on Bobby's mother's bra and slid it down her arms and off.




Surrogate Husband Ch. 08



Louise's hand returned to April's most sacred spot only to remove it again. "Don't stop," April said. "It feels too good to stop."

Louise Chandler ignored the other woman's pleading. She gripped the waistband of April's pantyhose and panties and quickly pulled them down past her knees. She knelt in front of April and rubbed her nose in the gusset of the Brubaker woman's panties. "You're wet," she said as her hand returned to April's pussy. "Very wet." She pushed her first two fingers past her friend's labia and inserted them deep inside her vagina. With her thumb on April's clit, she slowly withdrew and then pushed them back in. 

April gasped loudly when the tips of Louise's fingers made contact with her g-spot. The rhythm of her undulating hips matched that of the Chandler woman's probing finger, raising her hungering desire to a fever pitch each time her clit rubbed against Louise's thumb. 

April Brubaker scooted forward until her ass cheeks were resting on the hard edge of the sofa and raised her legs high, supporting them with a tightly clutching hand behind each knee. "Lick me!" she said loudly. "I'm gonna go crazy if I don't cum soon. Eat it! Eat my nasty old cunt!"

Louise Chandler quickly obliged. Her hand had been forced from April's pussy when April raised her legs. She was almost as anxious to continue her stimulation of Mrs. Brubaker's most sacred of places as April was herself. 

Louise buried her head between Mrs. Brubaker's legs and in one long lick, her tongue traveled from asshole to clitoris. She then lowered her head and repeated this process over and over again until April was on the brink of an orgasm. She paused for several seconds, eliciting a loud moan of disappointment from April.

Mrs. Brubaker urged her new found friend to continue. "Oh, god. Don't stop! I'm soooo close!" She dropped her legs, letting them rest on Louise's shoulders, and squeezed them tight in an effort to keep the Chandler woman's face pressed against her sex. 

Louise Chandler smiled. She knew what she was doing to April flirted on the fringes of torture but, she couldn't help herself. It felt too damned good to have so much control over someone else's emotions. She yielded willingly to the pressure of April's clenching thighs. Once again, she captured the other woman's clit between her suctioning lips and, raking the tip of her tongue across Mrs. Brubaker's overly sensitive clit, quickly brought her to an orgasm.

April Brubaker's nylon covered heels began to pound Louise's back. "Oh, oh, Oh!" she cried repeatedly as her orgasm sent tiny electrical impulses throughout her body. She reached up and grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled hard while, at the same time, she pushed her pussy against Louise's face.

With her movements now limited to her heaving stomach and her bucking hips, April Brubaker rode her orgasm to heights she'd rarely ever experienced before. Short whimpering noises burst forth from her mouth in a rapid fire delivery. 

Then the big "O" hit her like a ton of bricks. April now had a tight grip on Louise Chandler's ears; pulling, tugging and praying that Bobby's mother would continue torturing her quivering quim. 

One last jolt left April exhausted. Her body went limp. She released her grip on Louise's ears as her body fell back into the sofa. Her eyes rolled back onto her head and her breathing became very irregular. And then she passed out.

===

Bobby walked with Becky to her front door and kissed her chastely on her forehead. "I had a wonderful time tonight," he said. He turned to leave.

Becky grabbed his arm and gently spun him around. She pressed her lips against his and forced her tongue into his mouth. Bobby, still quite horny from their encounter in the car, eagerly accepted her tongue offering. His cock rose to full size in a nano second. He pressed himself up against her, grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her close. 

Becky pulled her face away from his. "You silly goose," she told him. "When I said take me home, I didn't mean for you to go home, also."

Bobby blinked. "Damn!" he thought. "I hope she's gonna ask me in."

"What did you mean?" he asked her.

"I meant what I said, Bobby. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek against his. "I didn't want my first time with you to be in the back seat of no car. I want it to be in a real bed; my bed."

Bobby kissed her deeply as she fumbled in her purse for her key. "We have to be as quiet as we can," she cautioned him. "Don't want to wake Mother." And then she added, "Not that she'd mind."

Their footsteps muffled by the deep carpet, Bobby and Becky went through the living room and had started down the hallway to Becky's room when they heard someone moaning. 

Becky put her finger to her mouth as a sign to be quiet and then she motioned for Bobby to follow her. Bobby stopped right behind Becky as she peered through the partially open door of her mother's bedroom. Her eyes opened wide in shock as she covered her mouth with her hand. Bobby, curious to see what had made Becky freeze so suddenly, inched forward, went to his knees beside her and cautiously peeked inside. "Son-of-a- bitch!" he said to himself. Both mothers were naked as the day they were born! They lay, one on top of the other, passionately licking each other's pussies.

Shakily, Bobby rose to stand beside a still awestruck Becky and took her by the arm. He led a still awestruck Becky on down the hallway and into her bedroom.

"Damn!" Becky said in an almost reverent whisper. "Did you see that?"

Bobby nodded enthusiastically. He rested his hand on the front of his pants and gave his cock a quick tug. "Got me hard as hell!"

Becky replaced his hand with hers and caressed him lightly. "Sure as hell did," she giggled. "Let's see if we can do something about it." She immediately began undoing his pants. When the fly was opened, she pulled them down to his ankles and, after taking off his shoes and socks, helped him get them off his feet. 

Becky stayed on her knees. She fisted his cock and began to slide her hand up and down his hardened member. "You seem harder than you've ever been before," she said just before enveloping the head of his massive organ with her mouth.

"I feel it, too," Bobby hissed. He shoved his cock forward until he could feel it bump against the back of her throat. 

Becky gagged for a second and then began breathing through her nose. She grabbed his butt cheeks and yanked him forward. 

Bobby felt his cock head slide into her throat. He bit his fist to keep from crying out when she swallowed multiple times.

Becky pulled her head back until her lips were wrapped around the crown of his mushroom shaped cockhead. She rapidly ran her tongue around his helmet several times before she once more took him deep into her throat.

Bobby knew he had a decision to make. He wanted Becky to suck on him until he orgasmed but, at the same time, he was thinking that he should put her needs before his. His mind was in a tizzy. Already, his balls were churning, signaling his impending eruption. If he let her continue much longer, he would lose control and the decision would be made for him.

Reluctantly, Bobby placed a hand on each side of Becky's face, halting her movements. The pressure in his nuts was still building, forcing him to make a quick withdrawal.

Becky looked at him with questioning eyes. "What's wrong, Bobby? Am I doing it wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Bobby helped Becky to her feet and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Goodness, no, Becky. It's nothing like that at all."

"Then, what is it?" she pleaded.

"This is supposed to be your night," he began. "It's supposed to be all about you."

"But, I want to please you, too, honey"

Bobby kissed her again. "You have and you will. But, that can wait until I've satisfied your needs."

Becky wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek against his. "Oh, Bobby," she said, her voice full of love, lust and desire. "I couldn't have picked a better man to give my virginity to." She pulled him to her and backed up until the backs of her knees were touching her bed. Feverishly, she unbuttoned his shirt and helped him get it off. She kicked off her shoes and lay back on the bed, quickly making her way to the center. She held her arms out to him. 

"Come, Bobby. Come make me a woman."

Bobby slipped into her warm embrace and then turned so that they were on their sides, face to face. He kissed her lightly as he ran his fingers through her hair. He could feel her trembling body against his. "Nervous?" he asked.

Becky nodded her head and remained silent. 

"To be quite honest," Bobby said, "I am, too. I've never made love to a virgin before." 

Becky hugged Bobby. She stroked his cheek. "Just love me like I love you and we'll get through this together," she said softly. 

For the second time that night, Bobby unbuttoned her blouse. Becky raised up long enough to let him slide it off her arms and to unsnap her bra. Bobby pulled it off and tossed it on the floor. He worked the button loose on her skirt and pulled it over her hips and down her legs. With a flick of his wrist, the skirt settled on the floor atop the bra and blouse. Now, they were both naked and unashamed.

Bobby caressed Becky's arm from her shoulder to her wrist. He turned her on her back and leaned in slowly, circling a nipple with his lips. With quiet, determined precision, he flicked the tip of his tongue across her bright pink nipple. He kissed the surrounding flesh as he teased the other nipple with the palm of his hand. Bobby's saliva flowed freely as he covered every inch of Becky's chest with his lips and tongue. 

Bobby moved up Becky's body. Covering his teeth with his lips, he nibbled lightly on an earlobe. Then he licked at the small depression behind her ear, kissed and licked his way along her jaw line to the other ear.

Becky moaned deeply and quite loudly when Bobby began to suck lightly on her neck. Already, her passion was such that she thought she could cum at any second. 

On his way down her body, Bobby stopped to once again pay homage to her breasts. Several times he slid his flattened tongue across her nipples. By this time, they'd become hard, pointed protuberances of yearning flesh; much bigger and much harder than they'd ever been before.

Becky trembled uncontrollably when she felt Bobby's tongue rimming her belly button. Her hands covered the top of his head, gently urging him to go lower. She felt his chin rubbing against her hairy groin as Bobby complied with her unspoken request. She experienced her first orgasm when it rubbed against her clitoris; a small one but, nevertheless, it had happened and it only served to build her passion to a fever pitch. She moaned in disappointment when Bobby bypassed her clit and her outer lips. 

Bobby licked at the crevasse between her legs and her quim, sending her body into a spasm. That was mini-orgasm number two. 

On his knees now, Bobby lifted Becky's left leg and caressed the back of her thigh with his tongue and lips from her hip to her knee and back. He raised his head and pressed his mouth against the back of Becky's knee.

Becky, her body twisting about and her stomach clenching in anticipation of her next orgasm, bolted upright when the tip of Bobby's tongue made first contact with that most sensitive of spots. She clutched his head in her hands and rocked back and forth. 

"Oh, my god, Bobby," she gasped. "What are you doing to m. . .?"

Her voice, silenced by mini-orgasm number three and nearly unconscious from the effects of Bobby's sensuous touches, Becky lost her grip on his head. She fell back onto the bed and lay twitching as Bobby continued his oral journey up to her foot.

He cover the entire bottom of Becky's foot with light kisses as he zeroed in on his destination; her toes. One by one, he sucked them into his mouth, caressing them with his lips; creating a suction so that when he let one out of his mouth, he could hear a light popping sound.

Finally, he captured her big toe and bathed it heavily with his saliva laden tongue. From her foot to the tip of that appendage, Bobby used the flat of his tongue on the underside. Then he slowly licked his way back down to her hip. 

Mini-orgasm number four came when he repeated the process on the other leg.

Becky, still moaning and breathing heavily from her last orgasm, urged him on. "Bobby," she said. "You're torturing me."

Bobby smiled and dipped his tongue in the small crevasse between her right leg and her quivering snatch, sending her ever closer to mini-orgasm number five.

Becky cried out loudly as Bobby's flattened tongue made its first trip up her vulva. She squirmed in anticipation as he neared the top of her blood filled lips, expecting him to continue on to her clit. Instead, he lifted his face about an inch above her vaginal area and blew lightly in her overly sensitive little bud. 

Her hips clenched and her pelvic area jerked upwards with a hungry yearning for some kind of contact. Bobby dipped his head and scraped the length of her perineum with the tip of his now hardened tongue. Once again, he flattened it and drug it along her wet lips. This time, he continued upwards, barely making contact with Becky's clit. 

Shockwaves of volcanic proportions surged throughout Becky's body when Bobby rested his tongue at the top of her vulvar area. She arched her back, pushing her clit against his oral digit. She screamed loudly. "Oh, my god, Bobby!" she cried. "Lick it, dammit! Lick it!"

Instead of complying with her wishes, Bobby broke away. He waited a second or two and then made contact with her lips and clitoris. He repeated this process several times before moving downward once again.

Bobby pushed the tip of his tongue between her partially opened labia and slid it upwards along the inside of her lips, stopping just short of her clit. 

Becky reached out in frustration and pulled his face onto her mound, hoping and praying that this most delightful of tortures would end and he would finally take her on that trip to orgasmic oblivion.

Bobby finally acquiesced and made full contact with Becky's clit. With gentle, deliberate strokes, he moved the tip of his tongue over her hood from side to side. He slid his arms around her hips and, with a thumb on each side of her clit, pushed the hood up and away. He pulled back and looked directly at her blood engorged labia. 

Slowly and rhythmically, he made vertical strokes across Becky's clit. She gasped when he hit her with a series of quick, teasing licks and then slowed the pace once again. Becky's dam of pent up sexual energy burst wide open when Bobby wrapped his lips around her clitoris and sucked it into his mouth.

Her body spasmed out of control as she humped his face. Bobby slid his lips back and forth on her clitoris as she moved about on the bed. "I made it, Bobby!" she cried loudly. "I'm cumming! Goddammit, I'm cummmmmming!"

Bobby continued to lick her slit as she rode out the biggest orgasm of her young life. He knelt on his knees between her legs and smiled broadly at her now limp body. Her eyes were closed. Her only movement was the occasional rise and fall of her chest as she struggled to get a breath.

Slowly, the effects of her orgasmic bliss began to wear off and she began to breathe normally. She opened her eyes and batted back her tears of happiness. "It's time, Bobby," she said quietly and determinedly. "Take me. Take me now. Take my offering of love. Make me a real woman."

Bobby leaned forward and pointed his spear at the opening to her sexual world. Now on his hands and knees, he slid his cock along the length of her lips, searching for her opening. Becky wrapped her hand around his tool and guided him to her altar of love. 

Her vulvar lips had barely closed around the head of his cock when he paused. "You're wet as hell," he told her.

"God, yes," she said breathily. "It feels wonderful."

Bobby pushed his cock further inside her vaginal canal until he made contact with her hymen. He stopped again, letting her get accustomed to the feel of his massive erection as it dilated her sex. 

Feeling his hesitation, Becky urged him to continue. "Go ahead, Bobby. I'm ready."

Bobby pulled back a bit and slowly pushed his cockhead up against her restrictive membrane. He pulled back once more and hesitated. He looked Becky in the eye and said. "Are you sure, Baby?"

"I've been ready for an hour," she told him. "Do it. Now!"

Bobby pulled back until just the head of his hardened rod remained inside her opening. He slammed his cock down her chute and watched Becky grimace in pain as he broke on through and their pelvic hairs began to intertwine. He remained still until she opened her eyes and smiled wanly. 

"I'm sorry I had to hurt you," he said softly as he leaned in to kiss her.

"It only hurt for a second," she told him. "I'm okay now."

With slow determined movements, Bobby eased his cock back and forth inside Becky's vagina. Becky cautiously moved in tandem with her lover; ever mindful that it was still a bit uncomfortable for her. But, the pleasure she knew Bobby was receiving, combined with the searing orgasm of just a few moments ago, gave her the will to continue. 

Bobby increased the speed of his insertions and withdrawals. "Oh!" Becky exclaimed when his helmeted soldier slammed against her cervix. Her face twisted slightly from the pain. Bobby ceased moving inside her.

"Don't stop," Becky told him. "Keep going."

"But, I'm hurting you," he said.

"Just take it a bit slower, Bobby."

Once again, Bobby slowed down the pace of his thrusting tool and soon, the both of them were moving together like a well-oiled machine.

"I wish this could last forever," Bobby whispered to her. However, his balls were beginning to churn; signaling his own climax. He knew his time was now being measured in seconds instead of minutes. "It feels so good to be inside you like this."

Bobby's body jerked and shuddered as his balls squeezed his thick, viscous, white fluid out of its hiding place. He lunged inside Becky one last time. He could feel her cervix as it kissed the head of his cock. 

"Fuck!" he moaned. "It's here. I'm cumming, Becky. I'm cumming."

Bobby could feel the walls of her vagina as it caressed the shaft of his cock. He could hold it no longer. He grunted loudly when the first burst of his seminal fluids forced its way out of his piss hole and onto her cervix.

Becky urged him on. "That's it," she told him. "Let it out. Let it all out."

Bobby continued grunting with each powerful discharge as he flooded Becky's pussy to the point of overflowing. He remained on his hands and knees above her as his discharges became weaker and weaker; finally subsiding until there was no more offering to be placed inside her altar of love. 

When his cock had wilted to the point that it could no longer remain inside her, he lay down beside Becky and held her in his arms. All was quiet now; except for their heavy breathing.

Finally, Bobby gathered the energy to speak. "I hope," he said haltingly. "I hope we made a baby tonight."

Becky's face lit up with joy. "Me, too," she said. "Me, too."

Bobby and Becky luxuriated in their post orgasmic bliss, completely unaware that they had had an audience.



Surrogate Husband Ch. 09



Bobby turned his attention away from the TV when he heard the lock turning on the front door. "Hi, Mom. How'd your visit with the doctor go today?"

"Fine, honey. Real fine."

"You look a little down. Anything wrong? Can I get you something to drink?"

Louise set her purse on the coffee table, sat down next to her son and patted him on the leg. She let out a long sigh as she settled herself onto the sofa. "Thanks, Bobby. I'd appreciate it."

Bobby stood and went into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he was back. "You didn't say what you wanted, so I fixed you some ice water." He handed it to his mother.

Louise Chandler took a couple of sips and set the glass down next to her purse. "Ahhh," she said. "That hit the spot."

Bobby moved to the back of the sofa and stood behind his mother. "Need a massage?" he asked as he began kneading her shoulders.

Louise leaned back a bit, kicked off her shoes and propped her feet up on the coffee table. "You sure know how to make your mother feel good, son. Real good."

Bobby's mother closed her eyes in an effort to increase the overwhelming sensation of feeling pampered. She took a deep breath. "I almost wish I had made him wear a condom," she thought. Mentally, she shrugged her shoulders. "But, it felt too damned good doing 'it' bare skin to bare skin. Too late now, anyway. I done went and got myself pregnant."

Louise let out a satisfied moan while asking herself how she was going to tell Bobby that he would soon be a father and brother at the same time. She grabbed his hands and held them still.

"Now's the time to tell him," she thought. Louise opened her mouth to speak but, instead, pulled his hands down to cover her breasts.

Bobby began to knead his mother's breasts. Almost instantly, he felt her nipples harden through her blouse. "She's not wearing a bra!" he said to himself.

"What'd the doctor tell you?"

Mrs. Chandler sighed. "He told me he liked my tits."

"Did you thank him?"

"Sure did," Louise told her son.

"How did you thank him?"

"Got down on my knees and gave him some head."

Bobby laughed. "Yeah, right. And I nailed Katy Perry while you were out."

Bobby leaned in and kissed his mother at the base of her neck and then began to nibble lightly on her earlobe.

"I've got to tell him," she told herself over and over again. "But, how?" was always the next thought in her mind.

Louise looked up at her son. She could see his love for her in his eyes. With his every movement, she could see it. She hoped that the love she had for him was just as palpable.

"I love you so much, Bobby," she told him.

"I love you, too, Mother."

Once again, Louise covered Bobby's hands with her own. "Let's go to the bedroom," she said.

Bobby, having let it slip his mind that his mother had yet to tell him about her visit, looked on as she stood and started for the bedroom. He followed close behind.

Now in Louise's bedroom, Mother and son began to unceremoniously take off their own clothes. In just a couple of minutes they were both naked. "Come, Bobby," Louise said as she lay down in the middle of the bed. "Make love to me. I need you, baby."

Bobby needed no other invitation. He knelt at her feet. 

Bobby lifted his mother's left foot and made broad swipes with his tongue on the sole. Beginning with her little toe, he took them, one by one, into his mouth and bathed them with his wet tongue. The big toe was the one to which he gave the most attention; sucking on it much like when his mother had sucked on his cock.

He left a trail of warm saliva as he licked his way around her ankle and down along her calf.

Mrs. Chandler emitted her first moan of hedonistic desire when Bobby's tongue made a horizontal swipe across the back of her knee. Her body twisted and trembled from the hot stabbing flames of passion that coursed through her body.

Bobby lavished her thigh with his ministering tongue; finally zeroing in on the small crevasse that lay between that same thigh and her vaginal lips. 

Louise's heaving stomach pushed her mound up against his face. "Yes!" she cried out triumphantly when he made his first vertical swipe along her quickly swelling outer labia. 

"Noooooo," she groaned when he abandoned her outer lips and moved on to her other leg and, lifting her right leg and licking his way to her toes. He worshipped the toes on her right foot in much the same manner as he had done on her left foot. The trip down her leg and on toward her sexual alter was quick, but thorough.

Bobby spread his mother's ass cheeks wide. He used a thumb to massage her anal ring. Mrs. Chandler, remembering the time her son had taken her anal cherry, pushed back against Bobby's thumb. "Oomph!" she grunted at the sudden, but welcome, invasion of her ass. 

Mildly surprised, Bobby hesitated for a brief moment, and then shoved his thumb in to the hilt. He pulled back until Louise's tight anal ring circled his knuckle. He bent his thumb at the knuckle several times in hopes of widening her backdoor receptacle.

Louise continued to groan. Her passion, already mounting and already begging for release, filled her soul with an unholy desire.

"Fuck my ass, Bobby!" she cried. "Fuck my ass!" 

Bobby licked his way up her perineum, traversed her blood engorged pussy lips and gave her clit a broad swipe of his tongue. He made the same journey in reverse, stopping only when his tongue met his thumb.

One more trip up to her clitoris was about all Louise Chandler could tolerate. She was possessed with the idea that she had to have her son's massive tool plowing in and out of her butt. "Goddammit, Bobby, violate my asshole." She gasped at the sudden lack of contact between his thumb and her rectum.

Bobby moved up until his cockhead was pressing against the lips that guarded the door to her sexual sanctuary. He leaned down and kissed her; offering his tongue.

Louise hungrily allowed the invasion for a few seconds, before her own tongue pushed his back and did some invading of its own.

Mother and son, grinding their bodies against each other, continued their oral combat; forcing the both of them to breathe through their noses. 

"Noooooo!" she cried as her son's hot, throbbing cock pushed its way into her inner sanctum.

"What's wrong, Mother?" Bobby grunted between breaths.

"My ass! My ass!" Louise yelled. 

Bobby began to pump his tool in and out of his mother's vagina while she pounded his back with closed fists.

"I know, Mother," Bobby said. "I'm just getting some lubrication."

"Damn the lubrication," she said. "I want my ass fucked. Now!"

Bobby lifted his mother's legs high in the air and let them rest on his shoulders. He used one hand to spread her buttocks wide. He used the other to guide his hot, veiny cock to her wrinkled brown hole. He let the head rest against the opening for a moment before he began to push.

Louise Chandler, anxious to have her son's massive rod deep in her bowels pushed against him with all her might. 

"Oh . . . my . . . god," she said through clenched teeth as her son's cock buried itself to the hilt in her ass.

"Fuck my ass," she begged. "Fill my bowels with your spunk."

Bobby pulled back until his mother's anal ring was at the base of his cock head, paused for a moment and then began to slowly insert it into the depths of her colon.

Again, Louise pushed hard, causing both her and Bobby to grunt from the force of their union.

"Fuck me hard!" she cried. "I want all you've got."

Bobby pulled back and slammed his cock back into her ass. His withdrawal was slow and determined while his insertions were quick and powerful.

Louise Chandler expelled massive amounts of air as she grunted loudly each time her son buried himself to the hilt in her back door. She slipped a hand between their writhing bodies and flicked at her clit like it was a guitar string. 

Bobby, growing ever closer to his eruption, held his mother's legs in the crook of his arms and leaned forward and down until her thighs were mashing her tits back into her chest. He increased the speed of his ramming rod. Soon, both mother and son were huffing and puffing like steam locomotives.

Every nerve ending in Bobby's body was on fire with his lustful urges. He felt that familiar tingling sensation in his balls but, try as he might, couldn't seem to make himself cum. He stopped and remained still while he got his breath back.

Louise Chandler cried out her disappointment. "Don't stop now, baby. I'm almost there."

Bobby's cock once again began to stab his mother's ass but, at a much slower pace. Louise was matching his rhythm with one of her own. "That's it, darling," she cooed. "Slow and easy. We'll get there together."

She changed the way she was stroking her clitty, preferring, this time, to wag her finger over her covered nub from side to side. She used her other hand to caress her son's nut sack. For Bobby, that was the match that lit the fire. His nuts began to churn.

Louise, feeling her son's testicles pull up inside his body, knew that he was getting close. Her finger moved a bit faster over her hooded clit. She released her hold on Bobby's nut sack and moved her hand up to join the other one in a bout of self-worship upon her sacred bud.

Bobby grunted loudly when his testicles finally released a load of pent up semen. Louise felt that first burst fly deeply into her bowels. She cried out for more.

"Yes, baby!" she said. "Give it to me. Give it all to your mother."

Louise Chandler's climax hit her while Bobby's nuts were releasing their second and third loads.

"God, yes!" she exclaimed. "I'm cumming, Bobby! You're making your mother cum!"

Bobby pulled back and, one last time, speared his cock through his mother's clutching anal ring and stopped, his pubic hairs nestled against her buttocks while he released three more loads of his juices inside Louise Chandler's willing ass.

Bobby's cock lurched inside his her ass one more time but, couldn't feel anything come out. He released his hold on her legs and, as they fell to the bed, Louise Chandler's body stiffened as the last jolt of electrical impulses surged through her. She lay beneath her son, quivering.

Bobby, exhausted from fucking his mother's ass so vigorously, could no longer support himself. His arms gave out and he slowly lowered his body onto Louise's.

Louise Chandler was the first to stir. She wiggled beneath Bobby's inert form in an unsuccessful effort to get him to roll off her. She kissed him quickly on the lips. "You're too heavy," she whispered.

Bobby moved sluggishly but, eventually, he managed to roll over beside her. Louise turned to face him. "Baby," she began. "You can fuck my ass anytime you want to."

Bobby lightly tweaked her nose. "That was great," he told her. "But, you still act as if something's bothering you."

Louise Chandler blinked, took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I have some news," she told him. "And I'm a bit worried about how you'll take it."

Bobby looked lovingly at his mother. He caressed her cheek. "Whatever it is," he told her, "I want to hear it. We've come too far together. Whatever it is; good or bad, we'll get through it."

"Oh, Bobby," Louise said. "I love you more than life itself,"

"I love you, too, Mother."

Louise swallowed some saliva that had collected in her mouth. "I guess the only way to get it out is to tell you all about it."

Bobby smiled as he continued to caress his mother's cheek. He pushed an errant strand of hair from in front of her eye.

Still, she hesitated to say it directly. "How would you feel about being a father?"

Bobby's mouth opened wide. He stared at his mother for the longest time. "Well, say something," Louise told him.

Bobby closed his mouth and swallowed twice before he found his voice. "You mean . . . are you . . . Holy shit!"

Louise laughed at her son's reaction. "Yes, I am. Not only are you going to be a father, but you will be a brother, also."

Bobby hugged his mother tight, lifted her up off the floor and swung her around in a complete circle. He kissed her as he let her back down. "I've wanted you to have my baby the first time we made love." He kissed her again. "Even before."

Louise Chandler took a step backwards. "Easy, son. I'm happy, too. But, in the meantime, we have a lot of planning to do."

Just then, the phone rang. Louise answered and handed it to Bobby. "It's for you," she said. "Becky."

"Hello, sweets," he said. "How did your doctor visit go for you today?"

"Really great, honey," Becky replied. "Mother and I both got good reports."

"You on the way home?" he asked.

"Soon as we get some gas," she told him. Becky giggled. "Want to hear the good news?"

"Sure, honey. What is it?"

"I ain't gonna tell you 'til we get home." She gave him a raspberry.

Bobby laughed heartily. "So, that's the way it is, eh? Just for that, I won't tell you what I just now found out."

"You stinker," Becky said.

"I have an idea," Bobby said. "Why don't you and April come over here? I'm sure Mother would want to hear what you have to say."

"Okay," Becky replied. "We'll be right over."

Bobby and Becky exchanged I love you's and then said goodbye. He handed the phone to his mother and she put it back in the charging unit.

"Becky and April are coming over," Bobby said. "We'd better get cleaned up a bit." 

They got out of bed and headed for the shower. Louise turned on the water and waited for it to warm up before she stepped in. Bobby was right behind her.

"Not this time, buckaroo," Louise told her son.

"I just want to help you shower, Mother."

"Separate showers today, son. Otherwise we'll be in here forever."

Reluctantly, Bobby got out of the shower and sat down on the commode. "No harm in watching, is there?" he asked. 

===

An hour later, Louise Chandler was greeting the Brubaker women as they entered her home. 

Louise kissed April and then the two of them sat on the sofa, holding hands. Bobby sat down in the recliner and pulled Becky onto his lap.

"Seems like everyone's got a secret to tell," April said.

"I think we do," Bobby said. "I called Grandma Lilly right after I got out of the shower. I already know what Mother told me. I wanted Grandma Lilly to know as soon as possible. She and Donna should be here anytime."

At that moment, the front door opened and Lillian and Donna came inside. Lillian looked around the room. "What's going on?" she asked.

Bobby could no longer hold his enthusiasm in check. "Mother's got a wonderful announcement to make, Grandma."

Lillian smiled and winked at her daughter. "Oh, my god!" Louise said to herself. "She knows. I don't know how but, she knows."

"Okay," Lillian said. "Let's have it. Tell us everything."

"Well . . ." Louise began. She hesitated for a second and then the words spilled out of her mouth in a rapid fire delivery. "Bobby's gonna be a father."

"And a brother," Bobby said.

In an instant, all the other women were standing around Louise, chattering away; offering their congratulations. Finally, they retreated to their respective places. Becky had barely settled herself into Bobby's lap when he urged her to stand. "It's your turn, baby."

Becky hooked her forefingers together and looked down at the floor. She turned to look at Bobby; her face filled with joy. She turned back to face the other women. "As you know, Bobby and I have only recently been intimate with each other."

"Three months and fourteen days," Bobby interjected.

Becky blushed as she continued to speak. "Mother and I went to the doctor today, also." She turned once again to look at Bobby. "We're going to have twins," she told him.

In an instant, Bobby was at Becky's side, hugging her tight. Louise cried. April grimaced. Grandma Lilly showed little reaction at all. When they had once again settled down, Louise looked at her new lover and said. "What about you, April? What is your good news?"

April shrugged her shoulders as she let her gaze wander about the room, looking at no one in particular. Displaying very little emotion, she said, "I'm pregnant also," in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

Congratulations were once again bandied about the room. All eyes were on April Brubaker when Grandma Lilly spoke. "Why so glum, April? Can't you see all of us are happy for you?"

April Brubaker broke out in tears. "What am I going to do," she asked, "when I start showing and those blue-haired women from the church start gossiping?"

Louise hugged April and kissed at her tears. "I guess I'm in the same boat. What are we gonna do?"

"I'll work harder," Bobby said. "I'll get a job somewhere. I'll get two jobs. And I've got that reward money. I can buy a house with it. Somewhere far from here where nobody knows us."

April Brubaker smiled through her tears. "That's sweet of you, Bobby but, you've got to worry about Becky and the twins. Your mother and I can take care of ourselves."

"She's right, you know," Louise told her son. "We knew what we were getting into when we let you take us to bed." She kissed April again. "He does have a good idea, sweetie."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Brubaker asked as she licked a tear from her upper lip.

"You and I are set for life," Louise told her. What with the money you got from Herman and the insurance settlement they gave me, we could live comfortably anywhere we wanted."

"But, I helped make those babies," Bobby said. "I should be responsible enough to provide for them."

"We'll all pitch in and help raise all of our babies together," Louise said. 

"Sounds good, Mother. But, how can we raise them together if April moves away?"

Mrs. Chandler frowned for a moment as if she were in deep thought. Almost instantly, the frown was replaced with the hint of a smile. "I think I have a solution," she said. 

"Run it by us," Lillian told her daughter.

As she began to speak, one by one, Louise fixed her gaze upon each person in the room. "As I said. April and I have more money than we know what to do with. We could purchase a few acres of land in some remote, out of the way place; say . . . Arizona. We could have a house built large enough for all of us to live together without getting in each other's way. No one would know anything about us nor about our lifestyle. Those who did ask questions; April and I could say that both our husbands died shortly after getting us pregnant."

"Would we have the same living arrangements?" Bobby asked.

"You could still be our surrogate husband; if that's what you mean and, providing Becky says it's okay."

Becky quickly gave her approval. She looked at Louise Chandler and said, "As long as I get to sleep with either of you when the opportunity arises."

"Two more things," Bobby's mother said. "You and Becky get married and you must use your money to get you both a college education."

"I want to marry you and April, also," Bobby said. "And you, too, Grandma Lilly. It wouldn't be recognizable in a court of law but, we would know it. And, that's all that counts."

Louise's eyes misted. "That's the sweetest thing I've heard in a long time. What about it April? Lillian?"

"I think it's a wonderful idea," April said.

Grandma Lilly cleared her throat. "I do too. But I, I mean we; Donna and I, would rather stay around here somewhere. No offense but we have decided to move in with each other. However, we have both agreed that we can feel free to be with anyone here in this group whenever the opportunity presents itself."

Bobby looked at Louise and April. "What about it, Mother? You feel the same way?"

Louise and April exchange quick glances. "I think we both agree," Louise told her son. 

"Me and Becky have already discussed this very thing," Bobby said. "We're okay with it if you are."




Surrogate Husband Ch. 09



"Great!" Mrs. Chandler said. "Let's all go to dinner so we can celebrate."

"I think I'd rather stay here a while longer," Donna said.

A surprised Lillian asked, "Why?"

Donna smiled at her companion. "I haven't had a chance to taste Becky's sweet nectar as it flows into my mouth. That's why."

Donna stood and walked quickly over to where Becky and Bobby were sitting. She offered her hand. Becky looked at Bobby. "Is it okay with you?" she asked.

Bobby kissed her and said, "No problem on this end."

Becky grasped Donna's hand and allowed herself to be pulled upright. "Let's get into the bedroom and do this thing up right."

As Becky and Donna walked hand in hand towards one of the bedrooms, Lillian , stood, cleared her throat and, in a voice full of love and desire, said, "I haven't been fucked by a man in a couple of weeks. How about it, Grandson? You up to playing roto rooter with my pussy?" 

"Any time, any place," Bobby said as he stood and walked over to stand in front of his grandmother.

"The sofa's unoccupied," Grandma Lilly whispered in a voice so sexy sounding that it made Bobby's cock lurch in his pants.

They sank to the sofa together; grandmother and grandson, and immediately began to tear off each other's clothes. Bobby's eyes feasted on Grandma Lilly's breasts. He held one of them in the palm of his hand, leaned in and sucked the nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, yes, baby," Grandma Lilly said as she began to stroke his hard, veiny manhood. "I'd almost forgotten how good it felt to have my tits in your mouth."

Bobby's other hand was sliding up the inside of her thigh. Each soothing stroke, combined with his oral assault on her breasts, made her passion rise to an almost unbearable level.

"God, Bobby," she gasped. "What are you doing to me?"

Lillian Chandler spread her legs wide as Bobby's hand reached the top of her thigh. A quick flash of energy surged through her body when he touched her clit.

"Oh, goddamn!" she cried loudly when he inserted his middle finger into her juicing woman hole. 

The heel of Bobby's hand rocked back and forth on her sensitive bud. It felt as though her whole being was now concentrated in that one area. Nothing short of an orgasm would satisfy the thirst and hunger for release.

It didn't take very long for Grandma Lilly to catch up with the rhythm of her grandson's thrusting finger. Soon, each insertion was met with a hard, determined thrust of her own. She slowly fell back onto the sofa, reluctant to break the deliciously sinful contact between tit and mouth. But, it had to be, she reasoned, if he were going to fuck her.

Bobby's mouth left Lillian's nipple with an almost inaudible popping sound. He withdrew his pistoning middle finger from her cunt and knelt on the floor beside her. He grabbed Grandma Lilly by the thighs and helped guide her as she turned her body so that her hips rested on the edge of the sofa. Without any urging, she spread them wide.

Beginning at her knee, Bobby left a trail of warm, glistening saliva all the way up to Lillian's torso. Grandma Lilly, her body already burning with her forbidden lust whimpered loudly when he bypassed her pussy and licked his way along the other thigh on down to her knee and back up to her torso. Sex charged bursts of electrical energy made her tingle with his every kiss. 

Bobby's face hovered over Grandma Lilly's mound, his breath blowing hot against her clitoral hood. Slowly, it emerged from its hiding place, silently begging for her grandson's touch. She lifted her legs high, held them behind her knees and cried out, "Lick it, Bobby. Stop teasing me and lick my hairy twat."

Bobby, only too happy to oblige, lowered his head. Temporarily side tracked by a winking brown eye, he made several swipes around that anal opening with the tip of his tongue before running it lightly up her taint and on to the bottom of her outer labia. Three more swipes up her perineum, and Lillian Chandler was struggling for her every breath as she gasped, "Dammit, Bobby. Lick my pussy and suck on my hot clitty. I've got to have some relief."

With one broad swipe of his tongue, Bobby was at the top of his grandmother's slit, staring at her extended clitoris. Tentatively, almost as if he were uncertain about what he should do, Bobby's tongue reached out to caress that tiny bundle of nerve endings.

"Oh, god, yes!" Grandma Lilly moaned. "That's the spot, Bobby! That's the exact spot!"

Bobby continued to suck that female version of a cock even as his grandmother began to shake uncontrollably. He sucked it into his mouth, thinking to himself that it seemed to be a bit more extended than normal. 

Grandma Lilly's orgasm hit her with the force of a category five hurricane. She released the hold she had on her legs, allowing them to fall across her grandson's shoulders. She arched her back high as she sucked in a lungful of air and held it; letting it out only when her starving lungs forced her to do so. 

"Damn, damn, damn," Lillian Chandler screamed over and over again as her orgasm racked her body. With her back still arched, only her shoulders and her shoulders and the back of her head were touching the sofa. Her toes curled and her face flushed a crimson red. 

All the while, Bobby continued to torture his grandmother's pussy and clit, determined to continue until she had ridden out this most massive of orgasms.

Finally, after what seemed like hours to Bobby, his grandmother's body went limp and her back and buttocks slowly fell back to the sofa. She lay unmoving, unable to focus her eyes and unable to take a deep breath.

"That's enough, Bobby," she gasped between breaths. "I've died and gone to heaven."

Bobby extricated himself from between his grandmother's legs, lifted them and sat on the sofa before lowering those satiated limbs across his thighs. 

After a long while of basking in the glory of one of the most explosive orgasms she'd ever experienced, Grandma Lilly began to stir. She lifted her legs from Bobby's lap, sat upright and moved over until they were touching; shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip and knee to knee.

"Whew!" she said as she blew out a lungful of air. "You certainly know how to make a woman feel good, don't you?"

"I try hard," Bobby told her. 

Lillian took Bobby's hard, throbbing cock in her hand and squeezed it lightly. "It certainly is," she giggled. 

Bobby flexed his cock as Grandma Lilly began sliding her hand up and down that great big shaft. "I think I'm in love all over again," she told him. 

Bobby watched in silence as his grandmother stood and faced him. It took only a few seconds for Lillian Chandler to get astraddle of her grandson. With her knees bent and squatting, she reached for Bobby's throbbing cock and held it steady as she slowly trapped the head of his monstrosity within the scalding confines of her pussy.

Lillian paused for only a second but, a second was all it took for Bobby to grasp her hips and pull her down until he was buried inside his grandmother's sexual sanctuary all the way to the root.

He pulled back as she lifted herself, causing his cock to almost fall out. With her vaginal lips barely clinging to the head, Grandma Lilly moved quickly and, in one smooth stroke it was back inside her; his cockhead knocking at the door to her cervix.

Bobby remained still as his grandmother powered herself up and down his steel rod, luxuriating in the sinful deliciousness that always accompanied his coupling with a woman he loved. Finally, he began thrusting in rhythm to her squats. Soon, he was feeling that familiar tingling sensation in his nut sack as he struggled to keep from cumming so soon.

Bobby thought about baseball. He thought about the gory scenes from a car accident he'd witnessed as a child. Nothing worked. He was only seconds away from filling the altar of his grandmother's most sacred of temples of love and affection.

Lillian increased the pace of her squatting when she felt Bobby's cock growing larger. 

"I'm ready to cum, Grandma Lilly. I'm almost there."

"Hold on, baby," she told him. "I'm nearly ready, myself."

Bobby gritted his teeth and tightened his kegel muscles. "Unnnnnngh!" he groaned "I don't know if I can hold it Grandma."

Grandma Lilly slid her hand down her stomach and on through the dense patch of hair below her waistline. The moment her fingers touched her clitoris, she went wild; her first and second fingers working in tandem with each other as they tapped out a rhythm that any woman on the verge of an orgasm could understand.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried over and over again, her voice full of the urgency of her need. Then, her dam burst.

Bobby, still struggling to keep from cumming, saw his grandmother's body go stiff for the second time that evening. Only a nano second before she began to fall backwards, he wrapped his arms around her waist, interlaced his fingers and held on. 

Bobby made a hard thrust up inside Grandma Lilly's velvet lined sheath and held it there; his hips now completely off the sofa and his cockhead knocking at the door to her womb. As Lillian's body shook and trembled through another orgasm, Bobby's hot load of sperm was bouncing off her cervix, making every effort to crawl up inside her womb.

Six spurts of viscous fluids erupted from his storage tanks, up his urethra and out into the hot confines of her pussy; each one a more powerful load and with more spunk than the previous one. They both ceased to move at virtually the same time; their panting loud and ragged.

Finally, Grandma Lilly began to stir. "Goddamn!" she said, her voice barely above that of a whisper, as she climbed off Bobby and sat down beside him. 

"You always make it feel so good for me," she told him as she laid her head on his shoulder.

Bobby smiled and said nothing. 

"Even better than your father or your grandfather,' she continued.

Bobby fit his hand around a tit and gently rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You still haven't let me do your ass," he said.

Grandma Lilly stroked his wet and slimy cock. "Next time," she promised. "Next time."

They sat in silence, staring at each other, neither one willing to break the bubble of contentment that had settled over them. 

Louise Chandler's voice interrupted their reverie. "Nice performance," she said. "Very nice."

"Mother!" Bobby exclaimed as he turned to see where the voice was coming from. Laying there on the floor, a mere three or four feet in front of him and his grandmother, lay his mother and April. "I thought you had found yourselves a bedroom."

"We were going to do just that," Louise told her son. "But you and your grandmother got such a jump start that we decided to stay here and watch the two of you going after it."

"Grandma Lilly laughed. "And . . . did you learn anything?"

"Didn't have time to learn much, Grandma Lilly. We got so excited watching the two of you that we just went to the floor and, as they say, the rest is history."

A few minutes later, everyone was back in the living room, going over their future living arrangements. After much discussion, Louise Chandler spoke to the group.

"So, it's all arranged, then," she said. "April and I will begin our search for our new house." She looked longingly at her mother. "Wish you two would change your minds and come with us."

Lillian smiled ruefully. "I sometimes do, also." She leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. "But, we have fallen for each other in a big way. And, we've both agreed that she would make all the major decisions."

Then Becky spoke up. "I don't know about the rest of you but, all that sex has made me hungry. How about we get cleaned up and go get a bite to eat?"

"How about we order out?" Louise suggested. "We only have two showers. We'd starve to death before everyone got clean."

"We could shower together," Bobby said.

"We would surely die of starvation if we did that," Louise told him.

More talk and more than enough pizza made for a quick evening and a short night. They were all in bed and asleep by nine o'clock.