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Ann On The Road Pt. 01

By: Haunting



Part One: Old Baggage

The Day Before

Becca and I married in June and soon settled into a normal married life of work, weekends off, and the occasional vacation together. Of course, there was plenty of hot sex in the honeymoon phase of our union to spice things up. After that unforgettable first meeting, her mother Ann had come over occasionally but her visits were rare and she was always with somebody so another kinky threesome never developed again. I've got to admit though that after Becca's revelation about her mother's secret penchant for ass fucking that it was always on my mind when we socialized with her. Ann has the soft 36D-22-36 curvy body of a Penthouse pet which, in her tiny 4'-6" package, magnified her dimensions and always put her ass on display, a big ass wrapped in some tight skirt or painted on Capris wiggling deliciously just under her waist length jet black hair. Tick, tock...tick, tock...tic, tock!!When Becca and I made love on those evenings after our guests had gone home we always sizzled in the sack. 

Ann's daughter seemed to relish the fact that she knew that I was sometimes fantasizing about her mother while I fucked her. In fact, she was not only aware of my secret fantasies but would whisper hot hoarse encouragements about her mother into my sweaty ear until I drove her hard and deep and we locked together in mutual ecstasy, my exploding massive cock buried in Becca's flooding pussy as she arched and gasped. Over a year later, though nature was running its course, and our married sex was starting to cool and become less frequent. 

At times, my 10 inch cock almost felt neglected. The first time that my wife found me jerking off she looked shocked but I was too close and started shooting. Becca rushed over and licked and kissed my slimy meat and then fucked me silly. Things continued to cool.

I worked as a consultant for engineering companies and had recently received an unusual request. A firm in California, representing a Japanese client having structural problems with an ancient covered bridge, asked me to take a close look at the Bridges in Madison County and see if I could find a solution. I told the firm that I would take the job. It was mid October and the leaves were nearing their peak of fall color promising a very scenic bridge tour as I searched for a photographic solution. I planned to leave in the morning with all my gear and had originally planned on Becca coming along for the ride, hoping to rekindle our sexual spark. However, just yesterday afternoon Becca was informed that she had to work a long shift at the hospital tomorrow so she suggested that I take her mother along in her place. I phoned Ann right away and she quickly agreed, even with such short notice.

Becca seemed bitchy the rest of the afternoon and evening but I just passed it off as PMS or some vague female thing. After we finished eating supper I made a pass at her while we washed the dishes, cupping one of her big tits under her apron and then sliding a finger along the outside of her furry pussy but she tensed up and then ran off in tears. I finished the dishes alone. The doorbell chimed and, drink in hand, I went to the door.

"Hi Cowboy!" Ann smirked with her hand on her hip then wiggled her way by me.

She looked gorgeous, of course. My wife is an auburn-haired beauty, no doubt about it, but her mother is a stunner! Ann was dressed in a tight black pencil skirt that fit her like a second skin accentuating her luscious hips and allowing a hint of a panty line, a skirt so tight that I'll bet you could bounce a quarter off her ass! She topped that with a high necked satiny lacy something or other that put her 36D's on delicious display in a large fabric window. For effect she also wore a large salmon colored hat and veil that matched her frilly topped high heeled shoes and belt. Ann was carrying a small overnight bag in one black gloved hand and a long stemmed cigarette holder in the other. I swear that she looked like she had just stepped out of the Victorian era. She was wearing a subtle feminine scent that made my balls lift and tingle and my cock thicken as she passed by. I followed her into the living room like a dog panting after some bitch in heat, her heels clicking sharply on the oak flooring, her big ass seductively swaying like a metronome. Tick, tock...tick, tock,,,,tick, tock....tick, tock.

"Whatever is the matter, dear boy, cat got your tongue?"

"I...I...you look...well...I..."

"Where's my daughter?"

"She...uh...she's not feeling...well...she's...."

Ann laughed, handed me her bag, then kissed me on the cheek.

"Becca?...Becca?...Are you home?"

I placed Ann's bag in the foyer and heard my wife coming down the stairs.

"Oh fuck, Mother! You look like some cheap 18th century whore!"

"Nice to see you too, Dearie! Christ, no wonder you said your sex life is dwindling a bit if that's what you wear at home. That dowdy torn robe would make any man's cock wither and, by the way, my outfit is anything but cheap!"

And they went at it...jawing chin to chin...mother and daughter. I refereed for awhile until I had enough and then went off to make myself a stiff drink.

"Anyone else want one?" I queried from the wet bar.

"YES!" they both shouted in unison and then laughed together, finally breaking the tension.

I handed each of the women their drink and we all settled into an uneasy conversation. This was the first time that we three had been alone together since that wild tryst when I first met Ann but, for some reason, that little subject was carefully avoided by all. Ann yawned at some point and we all took that as our cue and went to bed, Ann in the guest room and Becca and I upstairs.

I heard Becca brushing her teeth while I climbed into bed and turned on my side. Suddenly, the door closed, and locked!?, and my naked wife flung herself on me in third stage advanced horniness. "What the hell?"

But Becca was having nothing to do with any conversation and attached her mouth to my quickly rising cock and shoved her wet dripping cunt into my face. She sucked and squirmed around on me until I picked up the mood.

"Oh? So now, suddenly, you want me to fuck you, you slutty cunt?" I mumbled through her pussy hair. 

Becca absolutely oozed pussy juice at the sound of dirty talk coming from me. "Yeeeessss....but I want you to imagine that you are fucking my hot mother!"

I reached up and twisted a nipple, hard, and Becca gasped, leered, and then tried to swallow my cock but only managed about half. I grabbed her ass and shoved my tongue deep into her pussy until, panting and gasping, I had to come up for air. My wife was jacking me hard now and turned around, her eyes glowing with sexual lust. I threw her down on the floor. She cried out and I lept on her pulling her legs wide apart exposing her very demanding pussy and rammed my cock all the way in. Becca's face twisted with pleasure and pain but she soon became all scratching nails, frantic humping, and love bites...on my neck, on my shoulder, on my arms. She came once, twice, then a third time when I sucked her stiff nipples and called her a whoring slut. I felt my toes and then my balls start to tingle and drove even harder into Becca's cunt while she wrapped herself around me. "Yes...YES....fuck Ann's poor little cunt....Oooohhh it's getting bigger....FUCK ME HARD!....YES!...Ram that big fucker in me!!...."

Powerful pulses of hot cum completely filled her pussy and then started oozing out around my embedded prick. Becca and I collapsed together in the sensual afterglow billing and cooing like too lovebirds as the occasional love spasm of my wife's sated cunt milked a few more drops of semen from my delighted cock. 

Becca roused just enough to drag a blanket from the bed over us and we fell into a lovers' dream-filled sleep. I woke in the middle of the night halfway expecting to find that Becca's mother had silently appeared in our room but that was not the case for this occasion so I drifted off once again as Becca sleepily snuggled closer, puling my hands to her breasts. I didn't hear the alarm go off or my wife dress but I did feel her kiss my cock and squeeze my nuts just before she headed off to work.

Road Trip

When I finished my shower I smelled coffee brewing so dressed quickly and found Ann in her robe lounging on the front patio enjoying a steaming cup. I joined her and we chatted some about the way the sky looked this morning. October always seems to have its own special kind of blue.

"Sounds like you and my daughter had a pretty good time of it last night." came out of nowhere as my mother sipped her coffee and looked at me over the rim of the big steaming cup.

"Oh? Did we keep you awake? Sorry." but I smiled in spite of myself.

"Oh yes, I see just how sorry you are!" she mocked.

"She is my wife, you know, and sex is kind of natural in a marriage." I teased.

Ann tossed the dregs of her cup to the side and stalked into the house.

"Fuck you! You could have at least included me in your little romp!" came over her retreating shoulder and I could only stare.

I finished my cup while waiting for Ann to reappear. The paper had nothing of any significance to report and my gear was already stowed in the trunk.

"Ready, Freddy?"

My mother was obviously ready to go and I turned to get the door for her. My jaw hit the floor. She looked like she had just stepped out of the glossy pages of Vogue magazine. She had on the same revealing blouse from last night but had replaced the pencil skirt with a tight black wet velvet miniskirt that put her hips and big ass on display. Her dark hair fell glistening around her shoulders and a smear of fresh purplish lipstick finished the look.

"Ann, you look...you look..."

"Yes?" she smiled.

"How do you spell 'heartbreaker'? You look fucking gorgeous!!"

"Why thank you, dear boy! " she said patting my cheek. "Shall we go?"

"Yeah...."

"Uh hmm..." she cleared her throat.

I just stared.

"Uh hmmmm!!" louder this time.

"Hmmm? Oh. Oh!" and I opened the car door for her.

She turned and stepped into the car. Her skirt rode up even higher and the sight of her purple panties framed in the tanned flesh above the dark lace of her thigh-high nylons gave me a hard on that she quickly noticed.

"Why, thank you!" she said in her little girl voice and patted my tented slacks.

"My God! I almost forgot how huge you are!" she whispered.

I climbed in, a little awkwardly, and we were off for Madison County, about a 90 minute drive. The ride passed quickly as we chatted some about whatever or just passed the miles in silence. My mother discovered my new iPod FM tuner and had fun playing with it while I had fun watching her. I am a careful driver, usually, but sexy Ann was one hell of a distraction! Ann pulled a golden monogrammed flask from her purse and offered it to me. I declined. She took a deep pull, offered it again. I refused, again. She laughed and called me some name under her breath and then nipped at it pretty steadily the rest of the way to Madison County. 

By the time we took a pit stop to stretch our legs she was feeling no pain and giggling at everything. We pulled into Winterset just before noon. 

Of course there is only one place to have lunch in that town now and I parked at the Northside Café, made famous by the movie Bridges of Madison County. This is the small town restaurant where they filmed the scene where Clint Eastwood had lunch and met the shunned adulterous Lucy who later was befriended by the adulterous Francesca.

Hell on Wheels

This time I had the presence of mind to open my mothers door and again enjoyed the view of her stretched purple dainties. Ann had the body of a young athlete. She staggered against me briefly but got her sea legs, kind of, and we entered the cafe.

As I have said my wife is a natural beauty and I have seen the effect she has on a room but when Ann strutted into the café every man's head in the room turned, literally!

"Tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock..." her heels echoed on the floor.

They clicked, her hips swayed in a haunting rhythm, the men stared, and their women fumed. 

Ann paused and then announced loudly, "I wonder which seat that local slut Lucy sat in, Mark? That's where I want to plant my big ass for dinner!" and she tittered into her gloved hand like some jaded schoolgirl before zeroing in on a seat at the counter.

The men smiled and nodded, staring at her wiggling ass, and their women fumed while I about dropped through the floor in embarrassment, and a little anger.

"Jesus, Ann! Take it easy!" I whispered into her ear when we sat down.

"Fuck that! I am on vacation, honey!" and she smiled ever so sweetly.

Our waitress showed up and I swear that she could have been a twin to the one behind the counter in the movie scene. Significantly overweight, with a little white apron over her tentlike dress, and even little white socks above her black flats. To complete the simile she frowned and carelessly tossed a menu at Ann.

"Want something....?"

The word "slut" went unspoken but hung provocatively in the air, air that smelled like old cooking grease.

I opened the menu smiling sheepishly and then, out of the corner of my eye, watched my mother's mood transform.

"Why you fat odious pig! How dare you speak to me like that?" she spat venomously. All eyes turned and locked on the waitress.

"What...did..you..call...me..?" managed the mound of a waitress obviously not used to being challenged on her own turf. Everyone focused on Ann.

"I'd like a hamburger and fries." I tossed out in a pitiful effort to deflect the developing scene but my feeble words fell on angry deaf ears.

"Oh, is "odious" beyond your pea sized brain, bitch? Well, how about 'You are a stinking scab of shit, you fat, pig eyed, diseased, CUNT!!" Ann sneered rising from her seat ready for battle, her tiny skirt riding high putting her panties and ample ass on even more open display. The men stared hard at her glorious ass while the women in the room again locked their eyes on the quivering waitress.

I tried pulling Ann's skirt down but she swore and slapped my hands away making my blood instantly rise.

"Hank....HANK!" bellowed the waitress turning tail and running, defeated, from the room in tears. Some of the locals clapped and cheered witnessing the domineering priggish waitress finally getting her long overdue comeuppance.

"And what the FUCK are YOU looking at?" shrieked Ann turning on the nearest man leering at her almost bare butt. "Here! You want to stare? Take a good fucking look!" Ann, my mother, ripped open her top displaying her perfect tits hanging in a lacy nothing of a bra and then bent over grabbing her ankles and pushed her ass practically in the face of the man whose mouth hit the floor as his wife hit the roof and, claws out, tried to climb over her man to get at Ann. I just stood there in shock.

"Oh? You want even a closer look, hun? How's this?" and my mother pulled her thong to the side exhibiting her carefully shaved pussy to the world.

The outraged woman shrieked, kicked, and spat as her husband pulled her down practically tackling her in their booth.

At that precise moment Hank, the manager, showed up and I watched his expression shifting around from anger, to amazement, to lust, and finally back to anger as he regained his proper demeanor.

"YOU! GET HER OUT OF HERE! NOW! ...I'm calling the cops!"

The word 'cops' broke the spell for me and I nodded and immediately grabbed the obscenely posing Ann, slung her over my shoulder, causing one of her juicy breasts to pop out of the inadequate bra, and started for the door.

Some people were laughing now really enjoying the show but most of the crowd were just silently staring at us as I struggled with the wooden-framed screen door with one hand and a squirming half-naked mother with the other.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!" she yelled.

I turned her around and hauled through the doorway, ass first.

"You still want something else to stare at, you small town FUCKS? How's this?!" she shrieked as I continued to retreat toward the car. She tore her blouse farther open and tugged her other tit loose and shook them both back and forth and round and round.

Finally reaching the car I threw Ann into the backseat and dove into the driver's side and locked the doors before she could climb back out. I was furious as I started the car and slammed it into reverse, squealing tires, barely missing a new truck parked nearby. 

The Northside Restaurant's windows were crowded full of gawking laughing diners, the overflow coming out onto the sidewalk. Ann flung herself at the car window, pounding on it with her tiny fists, so enraged that nothing came out of her mouth. She powered the window down as I shoved the car into drive and threw one of her shoes at the gawkers. One of them caught it and danced around holding it like some damn trophy!

When the window came down I could hear the faint sound of a distant siren growing louder and really put the pedal down. I slammed around some corners and quickly found a big wooded park on the south edge of town. We slewed around the corner near a bridge. I slammed on the brakes near a big clump of bushes and then carefully eased into the foliage while praying we would be hidden from view.

"Can you believe those....."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I demanded at the top of my lungs. I couldn't believe the heat and sound of my fury and a stunned Ann wisely obeyed, snapping her mouth shut.

The sirens grew and faded and grew and faded dopplering around us for awhile. The lone cruiser whistled by the park once and then, later, drove by very slowly, a small town cop in his retro cop's hat looking carefully our way. Ann was practically exposing herself in the window as she peered back but, thankfully, he never saw us and finally drove away.

Secret Revelations in Winterset City Park

"That was close..." slurred Ann who once more had started nipping at her flask.

"I said...SHUT UP, YOU CUNT!" I roared still amazed at my residual anger.

"And give me THAT FUCKING BOTTLE!" and I ripped it out of her hand and poured down a big gulp, followed by another, followed by another, and still one more draining out the last drops as I fumed in silence keeping my eyes peeled for the cops.

I sourly looked at the empty metal flask and caught drunken Ann's eyes in the rear view mirror. I slowly lowered my window and then flung the container into the nearby creek watching it splash into the middle, upright, and then float in the current for a while slowly sinking as it wound through the small riffles until it finally disappeared.

The October air smelled of the fresh creek water, decaying leaves, and wet earth and I lowered the other windows too and then reached into my glove box for another flask that I kept stashed there. I found that the alcohol on an empty stomach was maintaining my anger as I nipped steadily at my bottle.

"Can I have a little snort, too?"

I just looked daggers into her misty eyes through the mirror again and took another swallow.

My mother started to cry and I looked at her again in disgust.

"Shit! Can't you at least cover yourself? No? Oh, I forgot, you ripped your blouse in that FUCKING RESTAURANT, YOU SLUT!"

Now she was really crying and I couldn't give a shit. I took another swallow and watched her through the mirror. Tears had ruined her makeup and were streaming darkly down her cheeks and neck in purplish streaks that caressed her naked tits and dripped from her nipples. Ann caught me looking at her swaying mascara-streaked boobs and made a useless attempt at putting them back into her bra and closing her ripped blouse.


Ann On The Road Pt. 01



"Oh! Oh, now I finally get it!!....I exploded pounding on the steering wheel. "A fucking WHORE IN PUBLIC...but the demure little BITCH in my FUCKING CAR! FUCK YOU, Ann! AND STOP YOUR DAMN CRYING!"

Crying turned to shaking sobs as I turned my gaze back to the stream flowing through the woods. The muted but beautiful fall colors reflecting on the water reminded me about the whole reason for this trip which would probably now take another day and my sullen anger redoubled turning once more to rage as her crying continued.

"DAMMIT!"

I stuck the flask in my pocket and jumped out of my car. I tore open her door, slapped my mother hard, and then yanked her out of the back seat by her thick mane of hair. She was snuffling and yelping and more than a little afraid as I dragged her by the hair toward the nearby curved stone bridge. Once there I first flung her to the grass and then roughly dragged her over my lap.

"What are you...?"

"Smack!" the flat palmed slap to her luscious ass echoed in the woods.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" she demanded trying to squirm free.

I grabbed her wrists and twisted both of her arms hard behind her back as she squirmed harder.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO!" she raged and slurred. "I'LL TELL Becca!"

"Oh...that's a good one, Mom!" I laughed. "Cunty mother tells daughter!...Smack!" that last stinging slap on the ass brought some pain to my hand so I looked around and saw a long thin broken twig at my feet. Perfect!

"Kerack!"

"Ow!"

"Crack! Crack!"

"DAMMIT, THAT REALLY HURTS!"

"Crack!"

"OOW! Please stop!"

"That's better, you cunt, but not quite good enough!"

"What do you mean?"

I held her in place over my legs with one firm hand and then pulled her skirt up baring her reddened and faintly striped ass.

"It's about time I get a private close up of what you like to show in public, BITCH!" and I took a deep pull on the flask and offered it to her.

"You might want some for this next phase, CUNT!"

"NOOOO...."

"Suit yourself!"

I felt a strange sense of some vague deja vu as I raised the whip-like twig high above my head.

"Snap!" I cut her protests short with a sharp snap of twig to her beautiful bare ass, rippling the offended flesh.

"Please stop!" she gasped in pain and abject humiliation.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

"OW! OW! OW! PLEASE!"

"Please what, 'MOM'?"

"Snap! Snap!"

"Please!" she sobbed in genuine contrition, "Please stop....I'll do anything....anything....." she wailed dropping to her knees and hugging my legs.

"Anything, you gorgeous outrageous bitch?"

"Yes!" she nodded enthusiastically. "Only please stop whipping me!"

"Well....I don't know. That was one hell of a scene you "whipped up" back there you know. What the FUCK was that anyway? I've seen plenty of bitches in my time but you definitely take the cake, lady!"

"Please?" and she smothered my hands, and the offending branch in kisses.

"OK!"

"SNAP!"

Eyes wide she arched up, jutting out her magnificent knockers, as I delivered the last blow to her projecting tamed ass.

"What was that for?" my mother sobbed as I slung the offending twig into the dark underbrush.

"For effect!" I said rudely pushing her off my lap and walked toward my vintage Lincoln.

Ann staggered to her feet and carefully squirmed her skirt into place wincing some at the wounds that had been inflicted. She still stumbled a bit as she followed obediently along 2 steps behind me and rubbing her smarting bottom.

When I saw her following technique, drunk as she was, a light bulb went off somewhere in my brain and I realized that she may have been well trained by somebody in her past. I was feeling no pain either by now and felt my cock growing as darkly sensual thoughts demanded front and center. As a test of my theory I took a slightly meandering path toward the Lincoln still hidden in the bushes. As if on a short leash (Now there's a particularly nasty little idea!) my mother attentively followed precisely 2 steps behind.

"Atta girl!" I thought to myself.

For the last little distance I varied my speed but Ann unconsciously and precisely matched both my speed and direction. "What a good little slave!" I mused to myself.

I circled the Lincoln once and she followed maintaining her 2 step distance, her gorgeous misty blue eyes glued to my feet. Still testing, I started around the car a second time.

"Why are you walking in circles?" she murmured but kept the exact distance and speed.

I just kept walking in silence.

"I don't get it...OH!(Her hand rose to cover her mouth)...NO!" and she came to a sudden stop shaking her head in disbelief still rubbing her sore bottom.

I knowingly looked her in the eye for a long moment and then resumed walking holding her gaze. After just a few steps I saw her hesitate, take a deep breath, quickly catch up, and then follow....always exactly 2 steps behind me at the correct speed. Feeling that we had just passed beyond some occult barrier I led and my mother followed our eyes locking together on the turns as we walked a strange silent tango of trained sensuality around and around that big old Lincoln. With each fresh lap around my car I could see her humiliation and obedience grow and then overflow into gratitude, the heartfelt gratitude of a truly submissive female who has had her soul deliberately exposed and understood by a master. I finally stopped and smiled at Ann. A soft genuine smile of complete understanding. She blushed and then looked at her feet in shame, and suppressed joy, tears falling delicately off her long curling lashes into the decaying shriveled leaves at her tiny feet. "How did my son in law know? Who had he trained? How did that relationship even begin? How long had they been together? Does he really want me, his mother in law, in this manner? What about Becca?" she longed to know all these questions but couldn't ask. "Oh...this is just too delicious for words!"

"Who was my mother's first master? Was he kind, or cruel? When did she know? How did he know? How did they start? She is so fragile right now, so exquisite, so exposed!"

"Does Becca know?" I finally said out loud.

She looked up with tears shining brightly in her lovely eyes.

"No." she whispered faintly in complete humiliation.

I looked at her again in a long silence punctuated by the voice of a watching wood...creaking trees holding the light afternoon breeze in their multicolored leaves, birds chirping and flitting about, mournful cicadas buzzing their sad song about an approaching winter, the stream flowing past in a wet gurgle. Ann looked at her feet daring a glance now and then with a furtive embarrassed smile while she occasionally rubbed her sore bottom and shuffled her feet like a young girl.

Precisely at that moment I knew that I had fallen in love with the mother of my wife. "Will Becca tolerate such a relationship? Would I, or even should I, tell her? Should I just let Ann go or should I accede to her hidden unbidden needs? How will I work it all out?" the questions flew through my mind as I stood there enjoying the profound beauty of a submissive in the serenity of the moment in Winterset City Park.

"Mark?"

"Yes?"

"What do we do now?

"What do you want me to do, Ann? This is potentially so complicated I'm not sure how to proceed."

"I've always believed that honesty is best."

"Alright. What do you want me to do, Ann?" I repeated.

"It has been a long time since my only submissive relationship, decades actually. I was 17 and he was 42. My master was really a kind and gentle lover who first discovered and understood my, uh, well, my peculiarities. Becca's father and I divorced because he never knew me, really knew me...at least this side of me."

"Ann, you don't have to tell me all this...."

"But I want to and you need to know especially if we decide to go down the path of master and submissive, together."

"I love your daughter, you know. I will never leave her or hurt her."

"I know."

"I think that I have heard enough for now."

The serene song of the woods rose around us as we again stood in silence, Ann looking at the ground. "God, she is so beautiful! And it has been so long since my only other relationship with a submissive woman. What do I do? I won't fuck up my marriage but do I just let her mother go?"

"Here's the facts as I see them, Ann. You and I are both buzzed right now and I happened to stumble onto your secret. I really need some time to decide what, if anything to do about it, and so do you. Why don't we just table this for now."

"As you wish, son."

"Just one more thing."

"What's that, Mark?"

"Did you deliberately stage that "little" set to in the restaurant?"

"Well, I didn't do it, consciously, if that is what you are implying, but the aftermath has been interesting, don't you think?" and she giggled and briefly exposed her awesome breasts to the afternoon sun.

I roared with laughter until she joined in and then I embraced my mother with a big bear hug and twirled her around until, dizzy, we fell to the ground, her tits spilling out into the open once more. We laughed some more and then I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss that was returned. We looked into each other's eyes and then kissed with a hot passion that left us both breathless. 

Driven by some vague hope of salvaging part of a work day I ignored my growing hard on and helped Ann to her feet. I then winked at her suggesting that she might want to change her blouse. And, let me tell you, watching her change in the shade of the Winterset City Park was a treat that I will never forget!

Finally, The Bridges!

After all that excitement it was still only 1:30. I drove cautiously on the edge of town and discreetly parked in an alley behind a convenience store so I could score some lunch for us. I went in by myself and then quickly bought some water, beef jerky, a couple of hot dogs, and two glazed doughnuts with sprinkles for dessert and beat a hasty retreat, pausing just long enough to grab a free map of the Bridges. Fortunately, there was no sign of any patrol car and we FLEW out of town and approached the first, Hogback Bridge.

Ann wanted to make nice and thought we could use a picnic table cloth, that she had just happened to bring along, for our makeshift lunch.

"OK....but you need to set it all up. I have to get to work right away."

Ann scurried about while I set up my tripod and started snapping shot after shot. Nice thing about digital photography is that you can really take almost endless photos, screening them as you go. "Lunch is ready!"

"I've got to get underneath first, you go ahead and start without me."

"I'll wait, hon."

[Hon??]

I glanced over at my mother who sat, quite demurely now, on a nicely laid out cloth sipping at her bottled tap water from someplace in France.

Leaving my tripod behind I took a few closeups of some structural flaws with the bent lag bolts and then walked down through the brush to shoot underneath. A big garden spider had spun a magnificent web and I managed a National Geographic type shot which included dew sparkling in the sunlight, great web and huge spider...but I hate spiders!...so I gave it a wide berth. I focused tightly with the digital zoom on the lower part of the structure that held the roadbed but couldn't quite see the immediate and critical connection I was after. 

The Japanese were trying to amend some similar metallic strain and creep that was showing up on their old bridges so I needed a comparison of similar defects and then an excellent example of revamped connections that worked. I kept snapping photos while lost in my work and the wonderful veneer of thought that problems of physics and engineered design add to everyday analysis.

"Sure are a lot of spider webs on the wood, aren't there?"

I about jumped out of my skin and dropped the camera into a big clump of weeds.

"Fuck! Don't ever do that again!"

I thrust my hand into the wildflowers and fished out my very expensive camera which had a spider crawling on the lens.

"Goddammit! Fucking spiders!" and I flicked it off with my fingernail.

"He was an ugly one!"

"Ann, get the hell back to the car and let me work!"

"I'm hungry!" she pouted.

"Well then, fucking eat! Just leave me alone!"

She reluctantly moved away and I continued my efforts taking some time to find my place again on the structure. About 30 shots later I was still a bit pissed off but had finished with Hogback Bridge.

I scrambled back up the bank and didn't see Ann anywhere. After stowing my gear I went over to the picnic spread and sat down. My stomach growled. The jerky looked good so I tore off a big chunk of the teriyaki flavored meat and started chewing wondering where my mother had wandered off to. It was saltier than I expected so I washed it down with some water and then caught a glimpse of movement to right.

"Yoo hoo! Oh, yoo hoo! Here's a picture you haven't shot yet!" she called out in her girlish high pitched voice.

I looked closer and then almost choked on my jerky. What I saw next made me laugh, hard!

Ann had found a weathered hole in the bridge siding and was thrusting her bare breasts through it into the afternoon sun.

"Ha, ha, ha!"

When Ann knew I had her attention she pulled her tits back into the shaded interior and then shoved her big bare ass out through the same opening. I just laughed and enjoyed the show. The sounds of a car pulling up made Ann's butt disappear in a wink followed by some muffled ruffling noises and some girlish cussing as she dressed in a hurry!

Some tourists slammed their door and came walking up to the entrance, nodding politely and I waved. They paused at the opening to the bridge just as Ann came swishing past them adjusting her bra strap and squirming her skirt down at the same time. She had gotten just a few steps past them when they whispered together and then turned saying something to her. Ann replied and then they said something else. Even from my distance I could see her body tighten just before she bowed low and then flipped them off. They laughed at her, so she flipped them off again, behind her rolling ass, while she turned on her heel and strutted toward me.

I was chewing on some cold pizza, which was pretty damn good by the way, when my mother sat down beside me still fuming.

"Fuckers!"

"What did they say?"

"They wanted to know if I was the lady they had seen at the restaurant in Winterset."

"That doesn't sound so bad...Why did you give them the bird?"

"When I said that was me the "man" asked if he could have another look."

"That would do it!"

"Damn right it would, so I flipped them off!"

I handed Ann the other slice of untouched pizza and she tore off a big mouthful, angrily shoving it in and absently chewing as she stared at the bridge.

"Awww....forget it, Mom. Let's just enjoy the lunch."

Ann spit out her pizza, jumped to her feet and then stalked back to the bridge.

"I told you...don't call me mom! It makes me feel old. Better hurry and get your camera out...just point it at that hole!" she said her voice, but not her anger, fading as she walked away from me.

I did as she suggested and jumped for the trunk and just managed to get it aimed and steadied before I heard some muted yelling and struggling inside the old bridge. Then to my amazement a head and shoulders appeared at the opening but it wasn't Ann, it was the male stranger. I zoomed in closer and saw that he had what looked like a purple thong over his head and in his mouth and he was bellering like a wounded bull.

I froze for a second and then started laughing and shooting as the stranger struggled trying to free himself from the grip of the old red bridge turning almost as purple as the thong in his rage. Ann came sprinting back out into the sun yelling and laughing her heels dangling from her hands.

"Let's get the HELL out of HERE!!"

I took one more quick shot just as the head popped loose. The bellering started up louder as Ann dove into the front seat. I grabbed the tablecloth and tossed it into the back seat and jumped in fishing for my keys.

"Find them! Find them!" urged Ann her eyes wide and starting to laugh.

The wild eyed male tourist had appeared at the bridge entrance and screamed when he saw us in the car.

"Better go....better go...NOW!" insisted Ann with a tinge of fear in her high pitched voice.

I finally found them and then scrambled around with the ignition.

The tourist, followed closely by his irate wife, was slinging rocks at us as he ran our way.

"Damn!" I said hearing one hit the hood.

Ann grabbed my hand steadied it and then shoved the key into the slot turning the motor to life.

"GO!" she yelled as I stomped on the gas in reverse, the tourist still gaining on us.

As I slewed around and hit the brakes the stranger, cussing and streaming curses, flung himself on my car latching onto the trunk lid. I floored it again, fishtailing, and then watched the tourist get flung into the grassy overgrown ditch. He rolled some and then got up and started down the road in the dust cloud kicked up by my fading car. His wife was also yelling and cussing and shaking her fist as they finally disappeared from view.

"I think we had better find an alternate route to the next bridge." I laughed and turned quickly aside onto an old grassy jeep trail in a hilly pasture. 

I slowed down to eliminate any visible dust and drove just over the first hill and out of sight from the road.

I shut off my car and then turned to look at my mother who still looked a little frightened.

"Take it easy, Ann....they won't see us, even if they do come this way."

"Are you sure?...I don't know....I...I...well, they will damn sure never forget meeting me...." and she kept looking in the rear view mirror and licking her pouty lips.

We heard the sound of a car winding up on the dirt road, followed by some faint cursing that quickly dopplered past us. Soon after the windblown dust from the speeding car drifted over us and I rolled up the windows for a minute until it had passed.

Ann and I sat in silence for awhile until we were sure they hadn't seen us and doubled back. A car did come by again on the road but you could tell from the sound that it was traveling at a slower steadier speed. We also heard no swearing or yelling just the sound of crickets in the pasture around us. 

A lone cow crested the hill and walked steadily toward us on an old rut of a hollow dirt path. Her full udder swayed and her head bobbed as she walked. When she got to the car that cow just stopped and stared. She chewed her cud and looked and looked some more switching her tail and stomping one of her hooves at some offending flies. We looked at her and she looked at us with wide round brown eyes licking her mouth with a huge wet tongue.

"How now brown cow?" Ann giggled. "Moooooo!"

"MOOOOOOOO!!" came the loud reply.

We just laughed but that cow didn't budge.

"Moooooooo!"

"MOOOOOOOO!" 

"Well, Ann, ready to go? I think we should be safe now."

"OK....but just once more....Mooooooooo!"

"MOOOOOOOOO!" answered the cow.

"OK! Let's give the cow her pasture back!" I said and slowly backed up the jeep trail looking for a turn around spot.

"Oh, Mark, look! Isn't that cute?" said Ann squeezing my arm.

As soon as we had unblocked her path that cow put her head down and proceeded to plod forward again, bobbing her head, and swishing her tail, just like we had never been there. Obviously she was following a well used trail to a barn for milking and a mouthful, or two, of food.

I turned my attention to the map and decided to pass on the Cutler-Donahue bridge because it looked too "modern" to me and decided to head for the Cedar, Holliwell, and Roseman Bridges. A cursory examination of the Cedar Bridge showed me that I would not find my answers there. We wound through the colorful fall foliage in search of the Holliwell Bridge and, wouldn't you know it, the couple that Ann had offended were there taking pictures too. 




Ann On The Road Pt. 01



We parked out of sight of the bridge for awhile and listened to our stomachs growling, that "lunch" just hadn't quite fit the bill. The tourists looked like decent people but their Utah plates labeled them as people out of the "Redneck Belt", western rednecks come to Iowa for the fall Bridges tour.

"Bet that redneck bastard won't forget me for a long while!"

"Or, your purple thong!" and we laughed and laughed.

They finally drove slowly away in the other direction and I got out and shot quickly now as the sun started its ancient march toward the horizon. My mother stood nearby and took in the beautiful scenery as I clicked frame after frame. Unknown to Ann I also took some of her as she moved around, images for my private fantasy collection. She yawned and stretched and I caught that pose too, wonderful! Underneath Holliwell the structure was interesting but still not quite what I was looking for but I snapped quite a few anyway for future reference.

When I got back to my Lincoln I found Ann snoring softly in the back seat and took a few more pictures of her ass while she slept. The female form is a delight of curves and symmetry and some women, like Ann, just leave a man breathless. My mother continued to sleep, pass out is more like it, as I got in and started the car. I thought for a minute and then decided to ignore my stomach and try one more bridge. The sun was just starting to set as I approached Roseman Bridge, made famous by the Eastwood movie. Since I was so short on time I decided to skip the tripod and began my photo study of the old structure. The covered wooden bridges are quite rustic and offer a glimpse into a past of simpler times. Inside I got excited when I discovered some evidence of creep and strain in the structural attachments. 

The sun was tickling the horizon when I slid underneath Roseman and I had to use my flash for the shots here. I took 3 shots and then...paydirt! I flashed images for about 5 minutes knowing that this was what I had been looking for all along. The large roadbed attachment bolts had become stressed with growing equipment and truck loads as time had advanced stretching and bending and tearing into the heavy timbers. 

The clever craftsmen of the past had noticed this and designed a new supporting structure that was close to the original design but not obtrusive...exactly what the Japanese client needed and the California firm expected. Smiling inside, I zoomed and clicked, zoomed and clicked, and then quickly changed the lens to a wide angle and finished the successful shoot.

Back at the car Ann was awake again and trying to fix her makeup in the visor mirror. She primped and fussed while I put my camera away and then organized the gear.

"How did it go?"

"Great! Roseman Bridge had the answers that I needed."

"I knew you would do it today, Cowboy!" she winked from under her eyelash curler. "Becca married a smart one this time."

"Speaking of my wife I had better give her a call."

"You do that." Ann replied and returned to her efforts at beautifying herself.

"You know, Ann, you really don't need any of that. You would look great in a burlap bag!" I said staring at her tits jutted out and jiggling as she worked in the cooling dusk.

"Why thank you, hon!"

I just kept staring.

"Uh, Mark? Becca? Remember?" she laughed and then started fluffing out her hair.

"Huh? Oh yeah!"

I called my wife from my cell phone and listening to the rings change over to the answering machine. That was odd.

"Hi Becca. I finished the shoot and obtained the pictures I needed for my client. Don't wait up since we are getting a late start back. See you later!"

"That was strange."

"Oh?" Ann offered smearing lipstick on her full lips and then smacking them together.

"Yeah, Becca wasn't home and she is always home by now. Wonder if she is OK."

"I'm sure she is just fine. Probably stepped out to go the store or something."

"We always shop on Saturday and usually she is so tired after a long shift that she just vegges out before bed. Hmmm. Well, maybe she had something come up with the Guard. Her unit has been on call for awhile and maybe had a drill or something. But she always let's me know....."

Ann closed her lips over a tissue to absorb any excess.

"Oh, enough about my daughter already! She is a big girl and I'm sure she's OK. Now, what about me? How do I look, Cowboy?"

I laughed and turned my eyes from the fading orange glow on the horizon to my mother and gawked. Always a head turner anyway she looked simply stunning and in this dimming light, in such close proximity, I could smell her freshened scent tickle my nose and then my balls, bringing immediate wood. Her skirt had ridden up high on her toned thighs, tanned thighs now framing a dark tangle of feminine mystery and promise. My thickened prick noticed immediately and was now wanting a wet soft feminine pasture to romp around in.

"Well?" she teased squirming her lovely ass on the seat, obviously noticing the effect she had made on me.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, Ann."

"Why... thank you!"

Just at that time both our stomachs growled in unison momentarily breaking the sexual tension in the air but not the hardness of my cock. We laughed together while I flicked on a light to look at my tourist map for a place, besides Winterset, where we could eat. I was hungry and felt like celebrating a little. I could always sleep in tomorrow.

"You can put that map away." Ann suggested. "I know a place not quite an hour away that is open late and has some excellent food. I also know the chef."

"Sounds good! Which way?"

"That way, Cowboy!" and my sexy mother used her big tits to point east.

We both laughed again and I drove off in search of food, thankful for the growing darkness of Madison County that would help hide my aching hard on that was silently begging for a blowjob.

End-Ann on the Road-Part One-Old Baggage



Ann On The Road Pt. 02



Part Two: Adventures at the Inn

The Inn of the Stub-Tailed Cat.

We drove in silence for awhile, a silence interrupted occasionally by Ann giving me directions to the Inn. In spite of the day's outrageous events at the restaurant and the bridge, and in spite of the fact that I was happily married to Ann's daughter, when I looked at my mother in the dim light of the car's dashboard, all I really wanted to do was pull over and fuck her silly. Those thoughts and her delicate fragrance gave me a hard-on and I had to adjust my slacks for comfort. Ann noticed, of course, and instead of smiling, seemed, suddenly, more than a little irritated. "You fucking men! The sight of a little leg and the whiff of an old broad's perfume makes all your peckers rise." she huffed and pulled her short skirt farther down.

"Well, excuse me, Mom," I said to deliberately irritate her even more. "You were the bitch in heat at the restaurant today begging for some male attention, were you not?"

"Fuck you, Mark! That was...that was....oh, just forget it, you will never understand!"

"Oh, I see....and I'll never understand your little charade at the bridge either?, you cunt!" I spat. "You were practically begging me to take charge of your hot little ass...which I did very well, by the way!"

"Just drop it, why don't you? We are almost there."

"Yeah? Well maybe I'll just skip this little place and head home...I'm suddenly not in the mood for any more of your delightful company."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ann raise her hand.

"If that hand so much as even touches me, you'll be walking your hot little ass all the way home!"

She froze and then slowly lowered her hand to her lap.

"Fuck you, you asshole!" she whispered fiercely, glaring sullenly.

My woody had faded in this surprising interplay but a dark thought now lept up in its place and I pulled over, stopped the car, and looked at my bitchy mother.

"Ann?"

"What?"

"Look at me." 

"Aw, fuck you!"

"I said...look at me!" I commanded.

She shook her head at first but then slowly obeyed.

"Swak! Swak!" I slapped her on both cheeks with hard stinging slaps.

Her eyes opened wide in surprise but instead of attacking me, or running away, as a normal woman's response might have, she gasped and turned her head away and then just sat there, quietly holding her hands tightly in her lap. I, however, did not miss the fleeting expression of lust that had briefly contorted her face ending with a slight curl of her lips before she quickly contrived an appearance of contrition, including real tears. I thought so! Her sudden unexplained irritability was actually the ploy of a submissive for some "attention" from the one who is dominating her. "Ann."

Silence.

"Ann?" I said softly with no malice.

"What?" she whispered still crying.

"I can't do what you want without Becca's permission.....Do you understand?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I just got a little out of hand and you slapped me. That's all it was...so fuck you anyway!"

"Swak!" I slapped her hard again.

Her hands did not move but her knuckles tightened and whitened. Tears flowed more freely and, once more, the lust that swept over her features was unmistakable. This time I also noticed something else in her glistening eyes shedding large hot tears from their curled lashes, involuntary gratitude. I reached for her hands but she turned away. I took her by the shoulders and turned her back towards me and smiled. I loosened her hands from her lap and held them, looking calmly into her eyes when she finally raised her head.

"I love my wife, Ann. Please understand me. You may not speak to me that way ever again without getting a harsh response even if it has to wait until we are alone. If you want more from me than that then Becca has to clearly understand and approve."

"But this is so humiliating....so...private!" and my mother wept crocodile tears. "She'll go absolutely ballistic! You've seen her."

I held Ann close until her weeping finally eased and soaking my shoulder in the process.

"Well, I'll leave it up to you to be the one to tell her but you've got to admit that your relationship with her is a bit out on the edge anyway...just a bit." and she laughed and then kissed me on the neck patting my penis through my slacks.

"OK, but can we still eat at the Inn? I'll be good, more than good. I promise I'll be the Date of the Year!" and she smothered my hands with kisses.

"OK, OK! We'll go. Sheesh...take it easy!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

As I eased back onto the road Ann wiped away her tears and then turned her attentions to primping and fussing with her dissolved and smeared makeup...again. I noticed she spent quite some time with her rouge to match her slap-reddened cheeks. I loved to watch a woman do herself up and kept one eye on the road and one eye on Ann. She was a looker and I soon had another huge hard-on from the brief beaver shots that she was unintentionally beaming my way. She noticed this one too and spoke through the mane of hair dangling over her arm that she was brushing out.

"Maybe we'll take care of that "little" problem later?! Did I ever confess that I am a true 'size queen'? I lost track of how many batteries I burned out thinking about your primal organ after that first night at my place!" she laughed and returned to her work finishing just as my car crunched into the Inn's gravely drive. I tried Becca on the cell phone one more time but my wife still wasn't home.

"Ready?"

"Ready, son."

The Inn of the Three-Toed Cat was a recently refurbished Victorian mansion complete with onion-domed turrets, multicolored gingerbread trim, and a long wrap-around porch, complete with swings and deck chairs. The amply endowed hostess made sure to bend low and smile sweetly as she gathered our drink menus then led us into the dining room, her ass twitching slightly under her loose gingham skirt. Did I see a knowing wink directed at Ann just before our hostess, Cathy, turned? Probably not, I was just tired from the driving is all.

"Bitch!" whispered Ann.

"Aren't you all?" I whispered back and she pinched me hard on the biceps.

The sexy hostess was no match for Ann though and there was simply no contest when my mother got it in gear. Ann was gorgeous all made up and her big ass was wrapped so tightly in that black miniskirt that it swayed like a metronome below her long shiny hair and bouncing jiggling tits. She radiated a sensual femininity that made all the men gasp so hard that they created a slight breeze in the room...just kidding but her ass in motion definitely beckoned to the wilder side of life. You could practically hear all the cocks in the room stand up and crow! Heads continued to lock on her and turn in progressive sequence as we were directed to our table in a dark corner by a large beveled glass window. "Your waiter is Paul and he will be with you momentarily." smiled our hostess and twitched away but the men ignored her and kept leering at my mother in law.

"Do you ever get used to it?" I asked and opened my menu.

"Get used to what?"

"You know...the staring!"

"Oh that!" she laughed and tossed her hair jiggling her big boobs some more, absolutely delighting the enthralled men in the room but only succeeding in irritating their women. "Fuck 'em!! Let 'em stare! Frankly, I love the attention! I am a bit of an exhibitionist, as you might remember." she smiled and winked slyly casually placing a hand on my thigh under the long linen tablecloth. We both laughed.

Paul showed up then and noticed Ann's hand still in place and smiled and asked us what we would like to drink.

"Long Island Tea." announced Ann.

"Hmmm. The same." 

Almost instantaneously our drinks appeared, vanished, and were soon followed by another. The combined alcohol quickly relaxed us and soon we openly flirted as we chatted into the buzz. We didn't have to order our meal, as it turned out, because the Inn only serves one thing, grilled t-bone steaks with a preceding tossed salad and chocolate frosted brownies for dessert. I asked Ann about this curious singularity and she said simply, "Why mess with a good thing? And, besides, these brownies are the best in the state and only I have managed to attain the recipe."

"Oh? How'd you manage that? Sleep with the owner?" I teased seriously.

"Well...actually, it was the chef!" she winked naughtily and let her hand drift higher on my leg where she tickled my balls. I didn't move it away enjoying my mothers light caress.

"One more?" said Paul appearing from nowhere.

"Plenty here, thanks!"

"Same here!" chimed Ann directly squeezing my balls as the waiter discreetly wrote on his pad.

Alone again, Ann sat back in her chair and replaced her fingers on my crotch with the bare sole of her right foot.

"Bet Becca hasn't ever done this with you!" she teased as her toes did a little dance.

"Actually, she has, Ann, in our hometown Mom and Pop place." I replied and slid my hand up her leg to her knee and then her sleek thigh. The alcohol was doing its thing and I was getting a little tipsy, and horny.

"It's about time you showed some active interest!" Ann said wriggling her ass closer and opening her legs so that I could reach higher. "I'm impressed with my daughter. She can still surprise me from time to time."

"Yeah, and she wasn't drunk either."

"Oh, I'm far from drunk and I don't need booze to do...this!"

My mother quickly withdrew her foot and then slid her ass even farther forward giving me a quick damp feel before she slowly disappeared under the tablecloth. I quickly looked around the room but by now the other patrons had their attention on their dinner, not us. I felt Ann grip my zipper and slowly tug it downwards. Lifting the tablecloth slightly I watched my mother in law struggling to fish out my hard cock and then smile.

"I almost forgot what a monster you pack!" she whispered in her high pitched voice and then attacked it with her mouth, trying her best to stuff all 10 inches in. I couldn't believe it and let the cloth fall back into place as she noisily sucked and gagged, jacked and licked me to a steely hardness.

Our waiter showed up with some drinks at a nearby table pretending not to notice the lusty sounds of her hot blowjob coming from under our table. "Enjoy!" he said to the other guests but with a wink my way. He walked off grinning broadly.

"Fuck, Ann! He almost saw us! They can hear you! And...your heels are sticking out from under the cloth!" I hissed reaching under the cloth, trying to prize her mouth loose.

"POP!" was so loud as her lips slid free that I looked around to see if anyone heard us. No one seemed to notice and the couple near us, even if they had heard, remained carefully focused on their drinks, and their conversation.

Ann gasped for breath briefly and then swallowed me again bobbing her head furiously up and down. I yanked her loose again and she laughed and then slowly returned to her seat with a delightful leering look of lust on her face dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her napkin. With some difficulty I tucked myself back in. We drank in silence for awhile until we both started laughing at our little secret.

"You were just about ready to cum, you know."

"I know! I know!"

"I love a little hot cock cream for an appetizer!" she teased. "Bet my daughter never did that in a restaurant!" she laughed and returned her foot to my crotch.

"Ah, no....she never has....not with me anyway..." and we laughed.

With impeccable timing our food showed up and, good as the salad was, the steak was a treasure, seasoned and grilled to perfection and dripping flavorful juice with each bite. Ann and I relished each bite of the beef and then finished off our drinks while waiting for dessert. The owner appeared in the room cruising from table to table asking the diners if had enjoyed the meal. He soon showed up at ours and graciously kissed my mother's hand holding her gaze for a tad longer than was socially customary.

"Ann, it has been quite awhile since you have come to see us. People have been asking about you. And who is this young man that you are trying to corrupt tonight?" he laughed patting my shoulder.

My mother introduced us. At my request he sat down and told me how the Inn got its name. Turns out a stray feline showed up, limping, on their steps one brutally cold winter day, cowering in the lee of the wind. The owner's wife, Helen, took pity on the wretched animal and let it in. The cat sniffed at the open door for a moment and slowly walked in. Once in it looked them over closely, and assured of no danger, immediately turned and jumped up into the sunny bay window and lay there warming itself and licking its fur until it fell sound asleep. 

Their new cat slept there everyday all that winter. The owners had noticed that part of its tail was missing, presumably from frostbite, but who can tell? Well, the regulars at the Inn noticed the cat in residence, of course, and when they found out about its tail started referring to their place as the Inn of the Stub-Tailed Cat. 

The name stuck. While the owner continued to talk I felt my attention wander to some concern about my wife not being home and then to contemplations about her nonsensical jealousy of her mother. "Uh oh, I've bored your young date, Ann. Please forgive this old fool for talking too much."

He got up and kissed Ann's hand again, said goodbye to me, and then moved on to other tables.

"I'd better call Becca again...I'll be right back."

"Would you just forget about her? I'm sure she is OK and, besides, here comes our waiter with our dessert. Wait until you taste these brownies!"

"Well, OK....but then I must call her right after."

The brownies looked luscious. They were coated with a thick chocolate demiglace and sprinkled with what looked like cinnamon. I tried a little taste of the frosting. Yes, it was cinnamon and....something else...and damn good! I took a bite of the brownie and then quickly devoured the rest.

"Damn! That was excellent, Ann!" I enthused as my mother continued to eat away at hers, obviously relishing each little chocolatey morsel.

"And what did I tell you? Absolutely the best brownies in Iowa!"

"There was something in them I couldn't quite place, some spice that reminded me of....something...somewhere...Oh well, it was great! And the aftertaste is great too, it's still lingering on my tongue."

"Yeah, these little wonders are renowned for their after-effect, er...I meant their taste. Quite remarkable!"

"Well, I think it is time to head home. Today been fun, and wild, and weird, and delicious, but all good things have to come an end." I said carrying on some and started to feel a little dizzy, woozy... more like, and even numb around the lips. "I don't think I had that much to drink but maybe I did." I thought to myself and chuckled. Whatever the amount of alcohol I had imbibed I was definitely feeling more than a little randy right now and my mother was steadily looking more and more like a very feminine piece of ass ready to be sampled and devoured. The envy of the other men in the room still gawking at Ann was practically tangible.

By the time the bill arrived in it's little black plastic credit card holder I was feeling almost giddy but wanted to hit the road anyway so I could get just home and screw my wife's brain out all night long! She wouldn't know what hit her but really wouldn't care after her second crashing orgasm on my dancing tongue. My aching cock was becoming a problem as we rose to pay the bill out front. 

Ann giggled when she noticed my predicament and maneuvered her sexy ass so she was pressing against me. Then we walked out that way. Her swaying ass just made the problem worse but thank god the dining room was almost empty. I fished for my wallet at the antique register while a smiling Ann held her position. Tearing my eyes away from Ann's ass I glanced out the window and noticed that the parking lot was still full.

"Their cars are still here but where is everybody?" I asked the hostess catching a glimpse of Ann holding her finger to her lips, which she quickly hid, while I handed over a credit card.

"Oh, after a big meal some of our guests just like to walk near the river or just stay the night in one of our rooms. How about you two? Need a room?" she winked with a leering smile noticing my mother slightly massaging my front with her big ass.

"Not tonight, I've got to get home, to my wife." I hastily added.

"Whatever you say, sir!"

Outside, I expected the cool fresh air to immediately clear my head....but that wasn't the case.

The Parking Lot

We walked, staggered actually, separately this time, to my car. I had to lean on the hood to catch my breath. I felt like I was walking through mud and carrying a heavy load of bricks.

"What the hell? I'm used to drinking so that's not it. Shit! And...what is that strange sound over there by the river? Almost sounds like a little ruckus." I said watching the stars wheel in the sky above the overhanging trees just before I became sick to my stomach. "Yeah, it's a ruckus alright!" Ann smirked under her breath but then spun around and retched into the unfortunate bushes beside us.

"That should do it. Maybe I'll feel better now. You sick too, Ann? Maybe it was the food."

"Well, it is probably the food but not in the way you are thinking." she managed, vomited again, and then started giggling.

"What?...Ha, ha, ha, ha...." I joined in and couldn't stop.

We sagged into the car and I fished out my phone to call and felt my head still spinning and a strange, yet familiar, warmth surge through my body while I tried to dial and then I tossed my cookies again out the open window.

"What the hell?...Ha, ha, hee, ho...Oh No!!! Is this what I think it is??...ha, ha, ha!"

Ann was doubled over with laughter beside me but stopped for a moment and just nodded her head.

"Fuck me!...ha, ha, ha....those weren't just plain brownies were they?...ha, ha, ha..."

"Hee, hee, hee, hee...." Ann tittered like a little school girl.

"Hash....those were hash brownies...hee, hee, ho!" and I felt the first really strong rush of the night sweep over me.

My mother just pointed at her nose and laughed, completely out of control.

"Oh...oh...hee, hee, hash...and...and...hee, hee, hee!..."

"Hee, ho, hah, ha....and what, Ann?...ha, ha, ha!..."

"Just a tad" and she held up her thumb and finger together measuring an invisible something, "just a...hee, hee, hee...eansy tad of...hee, hee...opium!...Fuck!...hee, hee, hee, hee!..."

We clung to each other as I managed to fish some mouthwash out of the glove box that I kept for traveling. We shared a big capful, laughing hilariously at our efforts to rinse and spit. I got a little on Ann's blouse and offered to clean it for her but when I slid a tissue over her rounded breasts I felt my laughter launch immediately into a powerful horniness.

"Ann...I....Mom...I..."

"Just go with the flow, Mark!" she urged sensing my state and suddenly was as serious as me sliding her slim hand into my pocket and around my stiffening cock.

I put my hands on the neckline of her blouse and over her bra straps and then just tore them from her body. I felt half human as I pushed the remaining clinging shreds of lace aside and mauled her big knockers. Ann gasped in surprise but then rose to her knees and shoved her taut nipples into my face and started tearing at my trousers until she freed what she was looking for.

"In the back, in the back, in the back" she whispered as I started kissing her hotly and fingering her under her skirt. She simply oozed hot pussy juice.




Ann On The Road Pt. 02



I turned and tore open my door while Ann, very unladylike, dove into the back seat. I ripped open the back door and then dropped my pants to the ground and then tossed them into the front. The noise from the ruckus, or whatever the hell was happening by the river, was definitely growing louder. In the dim glow of the dome light I could see Ann openly leering at my cock and beckoning me with a finger of one hand while spreading her glistening nether lips with the other.

I lept onto her splayed body and roughly jammed my cock home making us both stiffen and arch together, crying out. The drugs from the brownies were filling our minds as I filled her drooling cunt, over and over and over. "Harder....FUCK!....deeper....You're so FUCKING BIG!...right there.....don't stop....please don't stop!" Ann begged, fucking hard. 

When I latched onto a wildly waving nipple with sucking lips Ann blasted into her first orgasm.

"OoooooOOOOoooooOOOOoooo...." she wailed like some wounded animal while her pussy spasmed deliciously around my punishing cock.

I kept driving into her like some demented lecherous cock beast....fucking....fucking...fucking...fucking selfishly hard into her quivering jiggling body, male and female, hard cock and wet cunt, relishing the feel of my nuts sticking briefly to her lovely ass on each power stroke.

She struggled and gasped breathlessly again and again as she quickly blew through two more orgasms with my lips still attached to the same sweating nipple, my cock still relentlessly savaging her tender pussy. I had to release the nipple or pass out so I let it go while Ann continued to impale herself, again and again and again, on my welcome invading steel.

I grunted and gasped desperately for air while feeling myself really starting to slip over the sexual edge. Without permission I gripped one of her tits hard with my left hand making the soft flesh squeeze out between my rough fingers and while she groaned from that attack I grabbed her ass with the right and inserted my middle finger up her cunt-juice slickened asshole.

"Fuuuucccckkkkkk!" my mother shrieked as she wrapped her arms and legs around me placing her feet on the ceiling for support.

"Fuck me harder....harder...harder....deeper....shit!, shit!, SHIT!..." she blathered mindlessly while I pulled her onto my enormous cock and pounded the hell out of her swampy cunt stretched obscenely around my invading monster.

The Lincoln filled with the scent of our lovemaking and the windows started to fog in the still cooling October night. As if detached from our desperate mating I watched Ann, beautiful sweating rutting Ann, blow into yet one more orgasm biting deep into my shoulder, trying to walk her jiggling feet yet higher along the ceiling of the Lincoln, even in the heights of her pleasure angling deliberately for the precise hammering of her g-spot under my fierce male assault.

When I felt her teeth bite and bite deeper and saw her tiny foot creeping higher near my head while attaining some impossible position of lust, I could take no more. Urged on hotly by my partner, and the hashish, and the opium, I drove harder and faster at my exquisite gushing target making Ann cry out with each long stroke, as I strove mightily to pound even my balls into her receptive, and captive, cunt! We were really rocking this old car now! Any harder and it might just roll over! Someone walking through the parking lot to their car might see or hear us but I was now far beyond caring about anything except getting my rocks off in my mother.

"Damn, Ann!....Fuck!....Shit!....Damn!..."

"You're getting even harder,....longer....thicker!...." she panted and whimpered.

Our foreheads bumped together as we both focused our eyes on our mating groins, excitedly staring at my wet, long, veined meat punching in and out of the open cunt beneath my mother's thick black tangle of hair. My invading finger was still buried tightly in her clinging ass. Then, with my triumphant cock buried to the hilt in her delighted oozing pussy, I felt the hash surging again and came inside of her, and came hard!

"Grnnnnshhhhhaaarrrgggghhhhhsssssnnnnnnnnn!" I strangled out as I froze in place locking blurring eyes with Ann, who clamped our bodies together as she tightened her lovely legs tightly around me. Thick hot streams of lust blasted multitudes of determined sperm deep into her mysterious welcoming womb.

I collapsed on top of her when I was done and gasped for air on her shoulder while she pulled my head close and kissed me over and over and over, murmuring the sweet nothings of sexual afterglow as my car continued to rock. I kissed her back when I could, drowning in her grateful eyes and sweet sensual French kisses. Wait a minute. Some logical thought was actually progressing through the haze of the drugs.

"Wait a minute!" I said out loud against her luscious lips.

"Yes?" she dreamily queried kissing my neck and shoulders with light little feather kisses. I, distractedly, kissed her back but now had an eye on the car beside us that seemed to be moving up and down but it wasn't the one moving. My car was the one moving. We were, somehow, still rocking!

"What the hell?"

"What?" she mused still lost in the glow, still kissing my sweating flesh, still gently squeezing my grateful cock with her satisfied pussy.

"We are not alone!"

"Oh? Who's here? ET?" she giggled and then kept on kissing me.

I looked over the front seat and could see a naked couple on the hood fucking like rabbits, the young woman bent over with her tits flattened on the black metal and her lover hammering away behind her making her raised black ass ripple with each hard stroke.

"Look!"

"Oh...all right." and Ann struggled to look over the seat and then just laughed and calmly returned to her ministrations pulling me back down to her sweating breasts while flexing her pussy on my still embedded cock, making some more cum ooze out. "They must have had the dessert too!" she laughed and bit me playfully on the shoulder.

"Ha, ha, ha...well...yeah...but it's my car, dammit! And, no doubt, they probably saw us going at it too!"

"Relax, Cowboy! Oh, by the way, take a look behind us." and she playfully bit my neck and motioned with her eyes.

I quickly looked over the back seat as my car continued to sway and saw another naked couple literally pasted against the rear window. She was flat on her back and he was above her, hands on either side of her lovely flesh rutting like there was no tomorrow. "OOOoooooOOOOooooOOOoooo!" she wailed through the thick striated glass in the throes of an obvious orgasm.

"Gosh, she sounds kinda like me!" my mother joked and then circled my hanging scrotum with her thumb and finger making me groan and instinctively launch one last lingering stream of cum into her already flooded pussy. "Why, thank you, dear boy! What a nice compliment!" Ann whispered, naughtily wriggling her sexy sweaty hips. "Got any more?"

We both laughed for awhile but, even with the hash and the opium, I was feeling more than a little self conscious and started feeling around for my pants.

"There's absolutely nothing for you to worry about, hon... they know me here. Oh, by the way, take a closer look at the couple fucking on the hood!" she smirked.

I tried to casually peer over the seat at the couple still fucking away.

"And?....."

"Look closer, hon....at the man behind her..." she said and flexed her pussy again making me groan with pleasure but I could shoot no more cum.

"Nope...doesn't look..."

"Picture a cap on him....a policeman's cap, Silly!...hee, hee..." she laughed and giggled.

Then the lightbulb went off and I ducked quickly behind the seat. Ann held me to her boobs that were jiggling and wobbling to the motion of the old Lincoln and laughed and laughed. I finally, nervously, joined her for awhile, took another peek, and then dove for the safety of her rolling tits again.

"Hell, I fucked him last year, right in this same parking lot! Hee, hee, hee!..."

"You mean...you and him...here?..."

"You really didn't think that little thicket of bushes in the City Park could possibly hide this big old car, did you?" she laughed. "Just 'cause he is a small town cop doesn't mean he is stupid, or blind! Hee, hee, hee..."

It finally dawned on me, through my drug-addled brain, that my mother was right and that there was no cause for alarm. Ann noticed the change in my demeanor right away and suggestively worked her hips trying to get me to fuck her again. My cock did start to wake up but then changed its mind and slowly slid from her pussy's slickened grip, inch by softening inch.

"Damn!" spat Ann and started to look for her bra and top.

I found my slacks draped over the gear shift and whipped them on almost catching my cock in the ratcheting teeth of the zipper.

"Careful...careful! We definitely don't want to damage the goods!" my mother laughed finishing the zipping for me while still looking about for her clothes. She managed to tug her tight skirt back down into place, as the car continued to rock, while still casting her eyes about for bra.

"Uh, Ann....Mom?"

"Don't call me that! It makes me feel old, dammit!" she hissed at me, still looking.

"I ripped your bra and your blouse when we were in the front seat... remember?...Sorry!"

"Ohh my! That's right!....Hee, hee, hee, tee, hee!" she giggled so delightfully.

"So now what?" I asked a little worried.

"I told you that everything is OK here! What is the bare-assed local cop fucking his naked gal in public going to do....arrest me?" she laughed and pointed at the couple on the hood who had finally collapsed in spent pleasure. My mother grasped the fragments of her bra and blouse hanging from her shoulders and tried to tie them into a flimsy knot over her big swaying boobs but did not succeed.

"Take a fucking break, would ya?" she yelled at the couple still fucking loudly against the rear window.

As if on cue three long streams of cum arced past the splayed blond and painted the top of my window. The couple froze when they heard Ann and turned to look at us. "Thanks for stopping!" laughed Ann and finally managed to tie the shredded fragments of her garments in a loose knot over her magnificent tits, hiding absolutely nothing! There was a long pause and then we all just howled with laughter in the insanity of the moment.

When I finally was able to stop laughing I experienced some momentary lucidity and realized our present reality.

"I can't drive. We need a room."

"No shit, Buckwheat!"

"I'll call Becca from inside."

"....Hmmmm....well....OK....if you feel like you must...." Ann said, smiling to herself. I opened the door and helped Ann step out from the rear seat of the car into a big round of applause, applause that started to grow in volume.

I looked around us into a scene of unbelievable debauchery. The parking lot was still full of cars with everyone naked and engaging in some form of sexual intercourse, on cars, groups in cars, on the ground, even on the steps of the Inn! People took a brief break though when Ann stood up. Wolf whistles rang out, and more cheering too, as we ran the naked gauntlet of debauched decadence toward the Inn. We carefully stepped over the Asian couple fucking on the steps. At the entrance I gripped Ann's arm and demanded to know where the hell Becca was. Ann definitely seemed to know something.

"Just relax. I'm sure she's just fine. By the way, she knew where I was bringing you tonight for supper because I told her." she confided in a mock whisper and then waved and bowed to the cheering crowd before disappearing inside.

"Does Becca know what goes on here? What they serve? That we might have...might have...well...you know!..."

"Fucked? We already did fuck, with Becca's full knowledge and assent by the way. Oh yes! She knows all about the Inn, in detail! I make sure that I tell her all about my randier adventures, only leaving out the rare ones that involve my little personality quirk. Don't think she is quite ready for that one about her mother! By the way, Becca always gets quite bitchy, you know, before any arranged sexual event that involves me! Why do you think she was quite the little cunt when I met you and again last night?" she laughed and winked and then rang the bell on the desk for the hostess. While my very hot, and practically half naked, mother, Ann, rang the bell again and again I mused over what she had just said in the slowly fading haze of the hashish stone. Becca knew. My wife actually knew that we were coming here for dinner and that Ann and I would possibly, Shit!, most likely, get ridiculously high and then fuck! As this profound knowledge sank into my cortex I watched Ann give up on the bell, grab a heart-shaped key from behind the counter, and then smile and reach for my arm. 

 Strolling arm in arm, hips bumping, we soon neared the wide hardwood staircase to the second floor of the Inn of the Stub-Tailed Cat and heard some muted sex sounds coming from under the stairs. Looking for their source we found a hidden closet under the staircase and slightly opened the door. 

Inside the chef and the hostess were really getting it on, completely lost in the heat of the moment. Ann smiled and softly started to close the door but then, with a wicked smile at me, pulled it wide open allowing the sounds of their frenzied copulation to flow out into the room. 

Ann leaned on me and took off her heels. Then we crept slowly up the stairs on tiptoe, laughing and whispering, a wonderful little climb that gave me a close up view of my mother's big ass just in front of me swaying rhythmically beneath her cascading black hair and huge jutting boobs.

Upstairs at the Inn

Whispering and giggling and again arm in arm we finally found our room at the very end of the hall. Above our room number the words "Honeymoon Suite" were spelled out in pink wooden letters. The door was left slightly ajar as was customary with some bed and breakfast places and other smaller hospitality hotels. "I swear I didn't know, Mark. I just grabbed a key, any key!" she blushed.

"And, how the hell am I supposed to explain to my wife that I fucked her mother silly in the parking lot and then spent the night in the Inn's fucking Honeymoon Suite?" I winced at the grim prospect of that conversation.

Ann just laughed and giggled sliding her hand back into my pants and gripped my grateful cock.

"My!" she whispered and stood on her tip toes for a kiss on the lips. "He sure grows fast!"

I laughed and grabbed her big ass and a big juicy tit and kissed her back finding her tongue searching for mine. My cock hardened in her warm grip and I found myself getting lost in the passionate kiss. The deeper we kissed the more my blood surged making the opium/hashish kick back in and I found my fingers searching for, and finding my mother's juicy cunt.

"My!" she gasped into my mouth and then drove her tongue in deep while starting a slow jacking motion with her hand.

I thought I heard something squeaking and looked up but Ann pulled my head back down. The door hinges squeaked again and this time I saw the door actually opening. At first I thought Ann was leaning against it but all of her weight remained pressed forward against me. Then the door slowly swung wide open and there stood my wife, completely naked, holding a small plate with a half eaten brownie on it, and she was smiling, at least until she discovered that my hand was in Ann's cookie jar and that her mother's hand was wrapped around my cock!

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" She tossed the plate against the wall and lept at Ann grabbing big handfuls of hair and yanked her away from me.

"What were you going to do? Fuck my husband right there in the hall? You were supposed to wait until we had him alone in the room!" she shouted while dragging her mother into the room and throwing her on the carpet.

Ann jumped up. Her claws were out as she flung herself on her naked daughter snatching her daughter's hair trying to tear it loose. I came to my senses and jumped inside and slammed the door. I tried to separate the two biting scratching women but only received a deep scratch on my arm and a bite on my calf for my efforts.

"Fuckin' bitches!" I shouted and roughly grabbed Becca and swung her loose. 

She lost a little hair in the process and Ann still came after her but I blocked my mother with my body taking another couple of scratches in the process. I held a struggling Becca with her arm behind her back and whipped the struggling Ann into a tight headlock.

"Would you two just knock it off!" I demanded and sidestepped a kick to the shin.

"Fuck you, Becca!" shouted her mother.

"Back at ya, Cunt!" shouted Becca and tried lunging around me but I turned her away dragging Ann along for the ride.

"Let me go!" Ann squealed, trying to bite my arm still clamped on her head.

Becca managed to break loose for a second and clawed my side while she bit her mom right on the tit! Ann howled in pain until I pried Becca's mouth loose and slapped her, hard, on her bare ass. Claws out she wheeled on me as Ann sat down rubbing her breast. I decided that I had had more than fucking enough of these two bitches!

I slapped Becca on both cheeks and she froze in shock. I grabbed her naked body and sat down on the pink heart shaped bed. Flinging her over my lap I started spanking her, hard! She unfroze and started struggling and cursing but I kept it up until she tamed and started to cry. With my sore hand upraised over Becca's naked sexy ass I turned toward Ann expecting to see her glaring at us, in pain from the bite, and maybe coming at Becca again. She was, indeed, still rubbing her tit, but was calming down and actually smiling at us.

"What the fuck?" and I spanked Becca again but a little lighter this time.

My wife had relaxed some, even with the crying, but then tensed up for a second with the last blow. Ann stood up and peeled off the shreds of her "top" and then shimmied out of her mini. I caught my breath and started to take stock of my own wounds which actually weren't too bad but hurt some. Ann came over and rubbed Becca's red butt and kissed the scratches on my arm that she had inflicted. Becca was no longer a problem but my blood was still up and I turned to Ann and smiled. She smiled back touching my face.

"Smmaaackk!" I slapped her with a stinging slap and she snapped suddenly erect.

"Smack!" I slapped her again and she retreated holding her cheeks.

"Thud!" I dumped Becca on the floor and stood up, advancing on Ann. I grabbed her by her long tresses and slapped one of her hanging tits.

"Swak!"

"Don't! Please! Not in front of Becca!" my mother pleaded.

"Swak!" I slapped her other tit and then let her go.

"You will do exactly as I say! Becca doesn't know the rules...yet...but you sure as hell do....so shut the fuck up, Mom!" Ann started to cry at the tone of my voice but stood still and slightly nodded her head. In her face I saw a mixture of fear and anxiety but also a barely disguised lust.

"What rules? What do you mean?" said Becca now sitting up, rubbing her sore butt.

"SHUT UP!" both Ann and I shouted in unison and then Ann hung her head in submission.

"First, I want to know what the hell is going here! Did I hear correctly when Becca said you two planned together to get me in here? To do what?" I demanded pacing around the room as I questioned them. Ann followed exactly two steps behind with shame and embarrassment radiating from her flushed face.

I noticed her following and then paraded her around the heart shaped bed past my gawking wife and into the sitting room. Becca peered around the door but quickly ducked aside as I walked her mother back into the bedroom. I stopped near Becca and so did Ann holding her distance, precisely.




Ann On The Road Pt. 02



"Remove my belt." I calmly commanded Ann which she immediately did as Becca's eyes widened.

"Assume the position, Ann." I directed.

She immediately obeyed my command and bent over. My submissive mother grabbed her slim ankles putting her glorious ass on display.

"Since neither of you two cunts chose to answer my questions about what is going on here, you deserve some punishment, Ann, for your actions as well as your daughter's!"

"Yes sir!" barked Ann unable to hide the excitement in her voice.

"What are you two doing?" asked Becca in disbelief.

"Shut up, Becca!" commanded her mother and I in unison.

"Ann. You will count, correctly, or you will be given extras! Do you understand me clearly?"

"Yes!"

"Snap!" the belt snapped across her stretched ass.

"One!" gasped Ann with a quiver in her voice that I knew meant she was loving this humiliation in front of a witness, in front of her own daughter!

"Snap!" a little harder this time.

"Two!" Ann called out.

I raised my hand again.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock!" came from the door.

"Snap!" went the leather belt and Ann winced.

"Three!" she said while biting her lip but smiling and her beautiful green eyes slitting in pleasure.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock! Open up!"

"Fuck! What the hell do they want? Becca get the door. Ann, hold your position."

Becca refused to move, shaking her head. She was still butt naked. "Ann, inform your daughter of her situation here." I directed.

"Becca, just open the goddamn door...now...or you are next! Understand?"

Becca stood up a little uncertainly and advanced toward the door still rubbing her beautiful ass but eying me carefully while giving me a wide berth. It wasn't enough.

"Snap!" I caught her ass with a stinging snap. Becca jumped and yelped in surprise.

"Faster!" I commanded. "And no robe." I directed raising the belt again as she reached for one hanging from the door hooks. I was pretty sure, even with the quickly fading hashish stone, that I had taken the true measure of this "hospitality house" and that there would be no problem with our little scenario.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Open the door, Becca! It's OK." assured her mother.

The door opened with Becca trying to shield her nakedness with the door. The look on her face was precious!

"We've had some concern from the other guests. Is everything alright in here?" queried the local sheriff, his hat in place, but nothing else on. The hostess was also with him, nude and cowering at his side, a bit of drying cum stitched over her belly. 

"Sorry, Missy," he said to my wife, "but you really must open the door wide."

Becca complied and tried to hide her pubic hair with one hand and her nipples with the other. I remained as I was, the only one fully clothed in this group with my leather belt in hand behind a furiously blushing Ann displaying the marks of punishment on her big ass. There was a long pause as he took in the situation.

"Ann, are you alright in there....is everything OK?"

"Yes, Jack! Everything is just peachy!" she tried to joke but in her position it was difficult. I just looked at the sheriff and shrugged.

"Well...if you say so...Are you sure?"

"Dammit, Jack! If I say that we are OK then we are! You know that!" she spat feistily.

"Well, try to keep it down a bit anyway. You three are kinda breaking the mood here in the Inn. Know what I mean?"

"There won't be any more loud noise, officer...except for the occasional orgasm, or three!" I joked and snapped the belt, hard, on Ann's big luscious ass.

"Four!" she squeaked in her wavering little girlie voice unable, however, to hide her pain and obvious pleasure.

"Mother!" scolded her shocked and embarrassed daughter.

"Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, ho!" laughed the sheriff and his date.

"Ann, you always were the wild one! Well...you all have a good time at the Inn!" 

Becca apologized for any inconvenience, thanked them, and then quickly closed the door.

"I have never been so humiliated...so fucking ashamed of you, Mom....so angry...and you actually gave me the belt....they were naked too........"

Becca continued to rant for awhile by the door while I just smiled and turned my attentions back to Ann still, admirably, holding her position and demeanor.

"Ready, Ann dear?"

"Ready, Sugar!"

"You two are fucking NUTS!" my wife continued to fume and fuss.

"Snap!"

"Owwww....Fi...Fi...Five!" Ann stuttered out. I knew from experience that when a whipped or spanked woman starts to stutter like this under punishment that she is rapidly nearing her personal limit.

"Snap!"

"Shit!...Damn!...uhmmm...uh...Sev....no...uh...owwwie....Si..Si...Si...Six!" Ann managed triumphantly, squirming her upraised ass back and forth and feeling the burn while still gripping her ankles tightly, relishing the exquisite pain she so secretly coveted.

"We're done, Ann....You handled the local fuzz quite nicely, by the way." I complimented her while softly massaging her punished flesh.

"You may stand now."

"Thank you! Oh, thank you!" said my mother sincerely standing up, rubbing her butt, and smothering me with kisses.

"You two are fucking CRAZY!" Becca cried out in anger and amazement which suddenly turned to tears. "I hate you both!" and she ran from the room.

I grabbed her by the hair just as she reached the other doorway and dragged her, struggling and cussing, back to the bed. I flung her on it. I had a rock hard cock that wanted some relief.

"Ann!" I commanded pointing to my tented pants.

"Yes sir!" she husked and bent to her task of removing my slacks while I held the struggling Becca, her daughter, my wife.

"And the shirt!" I directed and Ann pulled that quickly from my body leaving me naked with a big boner expectantly pointing at my equally naked wife.

Becca's eyes widened still more and she struggled all the harder but I was too fast for my wife and opened her kicking legs letting her quickly feel the heat of my surging cock-head against her pussy lips, her wet pussy lips, her very very wet pussy lips!

"No, no!" was Becca's fading verbal protest but her desperately horny body was now singing a very different tune.

I shoved in deep and hard. When my cock finally bottomed out in her overheated cunt Becca cried out and flung her legs wide. I gripped her head and forced a kiss on her, lips that she held tightly closed. Still holding my cock buried in her pussy I wormed my tongue against her compressed lips and then past finding Becca's wet pointed tongue with my own. 

I could feel her beautiful curvy body starting to relax as we kissed so intimately and then I roughly grabbed her ass. The light lingering soreness from her brief spanking ignited a fire in her, as I knew it would, and she began a slow belly grind against me that made my balls swell and then tighten. I slowly withdrew, still kissing her, until only the tip was pressed against her pouting pussy and held my position.

"Fuck that!" Becca wheezed around my probing tongue and grabbed my butt pulling me hard back inside her grunting like a sleazy whore as I bottomed out again.

Becca was in heat and frantically humped her auburn-haired pussy against my belly picking up speed and passion. Ann sat beside us watching her daughter fuck against me while plowing her fingers in and out of her own pussy.

"Fuck Ann's tight little hole!" Becca hoarsely whispered into my ear indulging her own secret fantasy.

"Well, if you insist!" I whispered back and suddenly pulled completely out of my surprised wife.

I grabbed her masturbating mother by her long black hair and threw her body down on top of my wife, face down. Ann knew just what to do. She raised her ass high giving me a clear shot at her glistening pussy and started eagerly French kissing her daughter.

"Noooo!....Fuck me!....I'm so close...." cried Becca as I sunk into her gasping mother.

I fucked Ann for a few strokes until Becca's squirming shook us loose.

"Dammit, Becca....hold still!..." I commanded.

Then I grabbed Becca's legs and pulled her up tight against her mother and fucked my cock back into my wife's sopping pussy.

"Agggggghhhhhhhsssshhhhh!" gushed Becca against her mother's swinging tits in the first orgasm of the session, grinding her demanding pussy onto my invading cock, a pussy drooling with joy and hungry for my potent sperm!

"Not yet....not yet..." I growled to myself as I fucked Becca through her peak.

When she was done and gasping for breath I decided that now was the time for one of my deepest darkest fantasies to come true. While Becca was still coming off her peak I withdrew and pressed the tip of my cock against her puckered winking asshole. Lost in pleasure Becca accepted the first touch but as I started to probe deeper she objected and cried out in pain. I waited a few seconds and then tried again with the same result and Becca slapped my cock away.

"Not there, you bastard! I told you before, not there! And certainly not with my mother watching! What the hell is the matter with you, you perv?"

"Becca, dear...whatever is the matter with you?" joked Ann squirming her tits against Becca's and laughing.

"He...he...wants to fuck me in the ass, the sicko!"

"Is that all, my little slut? You let me fuck your little asshole, don't you?"

"But Mark is huge! He'd tear me in two!"

" Well, daughter....watch this!"

Ann, the only true slut in the room, winked at me and then reached behind her and gripped her ass cheeks. She, indecorously, spread them wide giving me a clear view of her tight wrinkled little shitter.

I almost came on the spot but held back. I readjusted my stance on the bed and positioned my purple head at her proffered opening.

"What are you two doing? You can't...it'swrong....it's...obscene!..illegal...you'll never fucking manage!..." whispered my wife but, at the same time, craning her head up over her mother's shoulder for a closer look.

"Oooohhh...owwwchie...ooo..." mouthed Ann against Becca's stretched neck as my purple head plowed slowly past her tight threshold into her hot dark interior. "Oh YES!...."

I pulled back out and slickened the tip of my prick with more of Becca's flowing pussy juice and some saliva and then slid deeper still inside her mother.

"Oh, my!" grimaced Ann as I plunged deeper in her ass with each stroke.

"You're hurting her!...Stop it!..." cried Becca as she held her mother tight but kept her fascinated eyes glued to our naughty anal coupling.

I grunted as I bottomed out in Ann's ass and she finally released her awesome ass cheeks with a long sigh. Bending over I kissed her sweaty shoulders and didn't move giving her a couple of minutes to get used to my size. Then I began a slow steady rhythm, fucking in and out of her hot depths as Ann visibly relaxed.

"Am I hurting you now, Ann?" I managed between clenched teeth.

"Hell....fucking....NO!" cried Ann. "Don't stop....ohhh please don't ever stop!...I love it!...Love you!..." she begged and then started Frenching her wide eyed daughter.

I pulled out until just the bloated tip rested against my mothers relaxed asshole, stretching the now loose pucker to a strained "O", and then slid easily back in, up to the hilt. Ann and I picked up the pace and soon she was laughing and crying beneath me as I relished a pleasure long denied me by my wife. 

Ann kissed her daughter fully on the mouth and then sucked on her nipples as I plowed deeper and deeper and harder and harder, now flattening her glorious willing ass with each powerful thrust. Ann broke her clinch with her daughter and arched her back, turning desperately to me for a hot tongue kiss while I fucked her faster rattling her teeth against mine. We panted and groaned into each other's mouths, lost in the consuming world of our frenzied ass fucking. Ann's abused hole now felt like squeezing delicious hot butter and the sensual delight of doing the nasty in front of her daughter soon had us cruising the edge of decadent forbidden pleasure...completely oblivious to Becca.

"Its...been...way...tooo....long!..." Ann panted hoarsely into my mouth with intense gratitude.

"Me...too...Ann..." I grunted between hard jolts to her big rippling ass.

Becca started to finger herself underneath our wanton sexual dance and, through the haze of drugs and incestuous ass fucking, I felt her hand reach around our mating bodies and start caressing my cock and balls and then actually begin fingering her mother's hot purring pussy.

"I don't...believe it.....You two...are so....hot!...I can actually feel...you inside...my mother....you're in her ass so deep....Oh, fuck her....fuck her hard..." whispered Becca and managed to capture one of her mother's sweaty swinging nipples with her pouty lips and sucked hard while she frigged her mother and herself. This added onslaught of pleasure proved too much for my straining mother and she skyrocketed over the top.

 "OooooOooooOooooOooooOoooooOooooo!" sang Ann in her girlish falsetto voice, her delirious passion crashing against the rocks of a forbidden love.

Becca's probing fingers inside her mother's spasming pussy tickling my plunging cock in her mother's ass proved too much for my merely mortal willpower.

"FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!" I wailed and pulled out, pointing my nastily slickened cock at Ann's luscious curved back.

The first jet of hot semen arced over Ann's head and caught Becca on the face. My alert little wife quickly popped her fingers out of her own cunt and grabbed my sack and milked my balls while I kept squirting.

The second thick stream splashed into Ann's dark hair.

"Shit!....Grrrshhhh.....NnnnnnNnnnggg!...."

The rest fell on her back with the last glob of joy landing precisely on her itchy twitching asshole sliding slowly inside the stretched opening provoking a low moan from my mother. I grunted and groaned as Becca softly stroked my love muscle and caressed her mother's hanging tits.

Finally spent, I collapsed onto Ann and then rolled aside. Ann was giggling in her afterglow and lay flat on her daughter putting her head on my chest, smothering me with grateful little kisses. Becca, however, wasn't quite finished yet and, with eyes glowing scooped up the cooling cum slowly sliding down her face and sucked it into her mouth. She then licked and sucked at the streaks on her mother's back, tickling her and making Ann giggle some more. I watched my wife's ministrations and noticed that she spent an especially long time on her mother's ass cleaning up my seed. Ann watched me watching her daughter and winked and smiled.

"It's just a matter of time....a matter of time..." she whispered hotly into my ear and then kissed it with her full sensual lips. Becca spread her mother's furry pussy wide and dove her long tongue deep into Ann's soaked twat licking and sucking making Ann shriek with joy and cum again. Becca finally pulled her coated tongue free and pulled her mother to her. They looked deep into each other's eyes as my thick semen slid from Becca's mouth into Ann's. Very hot and very sexy! They kissed like long lost lovers and shared my sperm back and forth for awhile until the evidence of our wanton coupling had completely vanished. Watching them together gave me another hard-on which they both noticed and they both crawled over to me like two tigresses on the prowl. Mother and daughter licked and sucked and kissed each other around the shaft of my cock. "Go ahead, Mother." whispered my wife and winked at me. She then ran into the other room.

"What the...?" I started but then relaxed into a new pleasure when Ann, unbelievably, deep throated me and milked my bulging cock-head buried deep in her throat. Ann's technique was flawless and she soon had me riding along the ragged edge, again! "This next part of the evening is a special little something my daughter and I have arranged for you, son, just for fun!" Ann giggled in her girlie voice and throated me again. 

My smiling wife had returned. She let me suck on her tits for awhile and squeeze her wet pussy. Becca then bent over my head and drew a black silk cloth, that had appeared from somewhere, over my eyes and tied it behind my head.

Ann was expert at her craft. When my balls were tingling and I was just ready to blow she would back off and let me calm down and then, when I was relaxed enough, bring me back up to the sexual edge with more sucking and jacking. Becca, of course, joined in and they both tag teamed me for awhile, Becca sucking followed by Ann jacking, and vice versa. 

I knew my wife's technique by heart by now and she was quite good but definitely no match for her mother's experience, or lust! Even with my eyes now covered and closed I could tell which bitch was working on me. I lost track of the number of times that I came close to blowing my wad....it just felt so damn good! Then, I heard the hinges of the door squeaking as the door opened. "What? Who's there?" I groaned as Becca and Ann worked me to the verge of explosion, once more. 

The women didn't lose a beat, or their concentration, however, and soon I was on the down-slope again. Ann returned to her sucking and all of a sudden I just wanted to cum, and cum. To hell with whoever might be watching us! And, once more, Ann brought me to the edge and when I was just ready to cum...she stopped, she actually fucking stopped!!

"FUCK! That's it, you cunts! I'll do it myself!" and I started jacking hard trying to fire quickly...my balls were way past aching and I needed to cum!

"Get him, Becca!"

Mother and daughter immediately pounced, grabbing my hands away from my cock and balls and stretching them tightly out to my sides. Cursing, I struggled with them and almost broke free but couldn't quite shake them loose as they straddled my arms pressing their sweaty tits and wet pussies in tight.

"Fuck! This isn't some fucking kinky sex game anymore, you two! Let me go or you both will get a taste of some real punishment!" I threatened.

"Dammit! I want to CUM!!.....NOW!"

They both giggled but kept their grips, tight!

"Oh, you're going to cum, alright!" squeaked Ann straddling my arm with her dripping pussy. 

"Are you ready, Dear?"

"Ready, Mother!" echoed Becca.

Then, with both of them still tightly holding my arms I felt another pair of thick wet lips slide, giggling, over my softened prick sucking me gently in.

"What the FUCK? Who the HELL are YOU??" I gasped out trying to raise my head and peer under my blindfold but Becca had done her work well.

The strange mouth continued to service me and soon I was rock hard and suddenly beyond caring who was sucking on my cock now.

"Feel good, honey?" cooed my mother in my ear and then mounted my face holding my head in close urging me wordlessly to tend to her fragrant drippy cunt, which I did.

I had never eaten pussy while being sucked off by a strange woman. My finally freed hand found Ann's big boobs and while I squeezed her tits and sucked her slick cunt, as if mysteriously tuned into my anxiety, she released the blindfold. 

First, I saw Becca still holding my other arm. Becca smiled a leering smile and motioned with her eyes toward my crotch. I slowly turned my gaze toward whomever was noisily sucking on my cock. I had to crane my neck to see past Ann's beautifully toned and outstretched thigh. I held my breath for a second and focused.

"Ha, Ha, ha! You beautiful wenches! Oh, FUCK!....She's good!...She's really DAMN GOOD!..." I laughed in relief as I saw the hostess of the Inn pause in her loving ministrations, look up, and then wink at me with her beautiful cornflower blue eyes. 

She smiled at me from around my grateful cock without missing a beat with her bobbing head. Her cheeks hollowed deeply with her intense cock-sucking efforts. I watched for a few moments until I felt my head, and mouth, being roughly pulled back to my mother's hungry pussy.