Don Scott

Mom gives her all

CHAPTER ONE

Cathy was leaning back against her boss' desk, her naked ass pressing hard against the desk's sharp edge. Her legs were spread wide as she accepted Tom Sanders' massive, meaty prick into her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh! I love you, Tom!" the beautiful brunette whispered. "God, I adore your cock! I love the way you fuck me!"

His huge prick, more then ten inches long and solid as a steel pole, sliced deep into her pussy, stretching Cathy's clutching, milking cunt lips. Cathy's big tits jiggled on her chest. Her rosy nipples were hard and tingling, sending bolts of pleasure through her veins.

Tom's mustache tickled her cheek as he kissed her. His lips moved over and up to catch her earlobe. His cock ground into Cathy's pussy with fierce determination.

Cathy's fingernails gouged into the rippling muscles of Tom's shoulders. Her clit was sizzling, getting hotter by the second. Cathy's cunt was sucking on his fuck pole, squeezing it from his prick root to his enormous, throbbing cock head.

"So fucking beautiful," Tom hissed hungrily. He reamed her pussy, grinding his curly bush of hair against hers.

Leaning back, Cathy rested on her elbows and looked up at her employer and lover. She had never loved anyone as totally and completely as she loved him. For her, he was everything in a man she had ever wanted to find. More than six feet tall, dark, ruggedly handsome, he had struggled to make himself successful. Although his wealth wasn't what attracted Cathy, she did admire his determination, and his ability to set goals, then work for them.

"I love you," Cathy whispered, closing her beautiful brown eyes.

To say that Cathy was merely pretty was to damn her with faint praise. Tall for a woman, she stood five-feet-eight. Her height allowed her to carry the few extra pounds around her hips gracefully, giving her a full bodied, womanly look. Her tits were huge and perfectly shaped, capped by light brown nipples which were larger than silver dollars, with tips that became hard at the lightest touch.

Her brown hair was parted down the middle, falling in smooth waves down past her shoulders. She had a pert nose and wide set eyes. Her mouth was made for kissing. Her long legs were topped with creamy thighs that trembled whenever Tom touched them. Her pussy always got juicy whenever the time was right for fucking.

"Yessss!" Cathy purred.

She pushed her large, plastic-framed glasses higher on her nose end licked her lips. Her mouth felt dry from the way she gulped in air.

Tom kissed Cathy's neck, his lips sucking on her smooth, perfumed flesh. His cock felt as if he shoved it into a fiery, moist oven. His huge, cum-laden balls swung between his legs, slapping against Cathy's thighs and taut ass cheeks whenever he thrust his fuck pole into her cunt.

"Baby, you're driving me wild," he sighed, feeling the jism beginning to simmer in his balls. It wouldn't be long before his balls spewed out their thick, creamy load of fuck cream.

Cathy opened her eyes and looked at Tom's face. His expression delighted her. Absolute, sheer ecstasy was written all over his face. His thick, black eyebrows were arched above green eyes that seemed to burn right through her. His neatly trimmed mustache, and his curly, expensively styled hair highlighted his craggy good-looks.

She wanted to please him, to be everything for him. Cathy had worked for two years as his personal accountant. After the first year, they had gone out for a drink. It didn't take long for them to become lovers.

They had fucked for the first time in the front seat of Tom's Lincoln Continental. Tom was able to work Cathy's panties down her legs and finger fuck her steamy pussy, then she had laid down and taken his massive prick into her cunt. After that, they regularly fucked in the office, either on Tom's desk or on the floor.

"Take me, Tom!" Cathy gasped, the pussy juice, flowing freely from her pussy now, as she approached her climax. "I love your prick! Ohhhhh! I love the feel of your big, beautiful prick sliding into me!"

Grabbing Cathy's legs under the knees, Tom put her feet over his broad shoulders. He ran his huge hands down her legs, enjoying their smoothness. Her fawn-colored stockings were held up by the lacy purple garter belt he had given her.

"Cathy, I'm going to cum so fucking much you're going to be flooded! Completely flooded with my jism," Tom growled.

Slamming his hips against the backs of Cathy's thighs, Tom rammed his cunt stretching cock meat completely into her tight fuck hole. He put his hand on her luscious tit, pressing down on her supple mound of tit flesh as he squeezed. Her tit billowed out, becoming even more full and round from the pressure.

"Ohhhhhh! Pinch my nipples, Tom! I'm going to cum!"

Catching her nubby nipple bud between his thumb and forefinger, Tom rolled her tit flesh and pulled on it at the same time. Hot tingles of desire zipped through her curvaceous body. She twisted even more frantically on the desk, wanting to prolong her ecstasy for as long as possible while wanting to cum immediately.

When Cathy licked her lips again Tom's mind filtered to the mental image of what she would look like with his big cock between her lips and stuffing her mouth. He had once suggested that she give him a blowjob. She had refused, and he never brought up the subject again.

But, since that time, Tom had longed for the feel of her wet lips and sweet mouth sliding hungrily across his enormous prick.

Cathy swung her arms over her head, giving herself totally to her lover. Her tits sloshed back and forth, jostled about by the relentless invasion of Tom's cock meat into her hot pussy. Her gorgeous, eyes were hazy with passion.

Putting his hand on Cathy's cunt bush, Tom rubbed her sizzling clit as he fucked her tight pussy. The added sensation was all it took to push the beautiful brunette over the edge of ecstasy. Biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming out joyously, she whimpered as her pussy juice gushed out.

"Oohhhhhhh! Go, baby, go!" Tom groaned, feeling her cunt walls squeezing around his pistoning cock.

He pounded her ripe body faster, slapping his hips against her thighs as his fuck pole went deep into her creamy pussy.

"Cum! Cummminggggg!" Cathy whimpered, the words seemingly ripped out of her chest.

Cathy came down slowly from the dizzying heights of her climax. She had felt certain that she was suspended in mid air, and the only thing touching her was Tom's cock. She groaned as her pussy juice overflowed out of her prick-filled cunt.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum, baby! I'm going to cum!"

When Tom's thick, milky jism splattered against the walls of her cunt, Cathy was once again ripped apart with the spasms of an orgasm. Though the second climax wasn't as fierce as the first, she was still surprised at its intensity.

"Arrrrggggghhhhh!" Tom groaned. His powerful hands mauled Cathy's tight ass checks, spreading them apart, as his spewing prick stabbed deep up in her cunt. When the hot fuck-cream stopped shooting out from his huge cock head, and his balls were drained, Tom stood straight up.

"You're magnificent, my love," he sighed, his hands sliding up and down her nylon-clad thighs. "I think that was the best one yet, which seemed fitting."

Cathy mumbled something. She was too exhausted from her multiple orgasms to do much of anything but lay on the desk and breathe in deeply. She looked at Tom and smiled weakly.

"It's fitting because I want you to marry me," Tom said, his tone somehow casual and serious at the same time.

He took Cathy's feet off, his shoulders carefully and put them down, letting her ass dangle over the edge of the desk. From his pants, which were bunched at his ankles, he withdrew a small box. Opening it, he took out an engagement ring with one massive diamond in it.

"Marry me, Cathy. I want you to be my bride. I want you to be Mrs. Tom Sanders."

Whatever exhaustion she felt was gone instantly. Cathy bolted upright on the desk. Her feet did not quite touch the plushly carpeted floor that she had fucked on so many times. She looked at the ring, then into Tom's eyes, then back to the ring. She couldn't believe it was actually happening. Cathy had dreamed that Tom would one day ask her to marry him, but she had always thought that it would remain a dream, and nothing more.

"Do you mean it?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Yes. Yes, of course I do. I'm not going to let someone as terrific as you slip through my fingers. I love you and want to be your husband." Tom took Cathy's trembling hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. "Say yes, Cathy. Say yes, and you'll be my bride."

"Yes."

Tom kissed Cathy's lips lightly, his fingertips grazing her cheeks. He stepped-away from her and pulled up his pants.

"Oh, no!" Cathy suddenly gasped.

"Honey, you've got an appointment with the Johnson lawyers in twenty minutes! Hurry!"

CHAPTER TWO

Tom was gone within seconds. Cathy stayed on the desk, admiring her shining new engagement ring. In twenty-seven years, she had known only three lovers. The first two were during her college years, when she had thought she was in love. After that, she went through a period of celibacy. She had stayed away from men, and thrown herself headlong into her studies. Her brilliant mind worked constantly, smoothly, thinking of everything except men.

Sliding off the desk, Cathy stared at her ring. The diamond was bigger than anything she could ever have hoped for. It glistened in the afternoon light that streamed through the window. Wearing nothing more than a white blouse, garter belt, nylons and high-heeled shoes, Cathy forget about her nudity. She took a step mindlessly, still looking at the ring. Her huge, creamy tits jiggled, and the blouse unbuttoned.

Near the door of the office, the rest of Cathy's clothes were piles in a heap. Her prim, conservative skirt-vest and jacket all signified that this woman was professional through and through. Only Tom knew the seething, passionate need for cock that was hidden inside her supple body.

When the door burst open, Cathy wheeled around, facing it. Her eyes were wide with fright as Miles, Tom's handsome son, stepped into the office. As soon as he saw Cathy, he closed the door and leered hungrily at her body.

"Well I'll be damned," Miles purred. "I never thought the ol' man was ripping off your pussy!"

Cathy didn't know what to do. Miles was between her and the rest of her clothes. The look in his eyes told her that she wouldn't get them without giving up something in return.

Cathy didn't exactly know what Miles had in mind, but she knew she wouldn't like it. There was something about him that bothered her. Perhaps it was the fact that he hardly ever said anything, or maybe it was that he was spoiled rotten.

"Miles, please leave," Cathy whispered, trying in vain to cover her big tits with one hand, and hide her cunt bush with the other. "Don't you ever knock before entering a room?"

Miles ignored Cathy's protests and requests. Standing almost as tall as his father, he was powerfully built, and more muscular than Tom. His brown hair hung to his shoulders, curling in loose waves. Unlike his father, he was clean-shaven, and probably couldn't have grown a mustache if he had wanted to. His broad chest was almost hairless.

"Please leave," Cathy said helplessly. "This is very embarrassing, and you're not helping matters any. I'd like to put my clothes on, if you don't mind."

"I do mind."

Miles' words came out slowly, each word carefully drawn out to frighten Cathy. He looked down at her clothes, then at her. He liked what he saw. He liked it a lot.

Cathy shivered as she looked at the young man. His face held no emotion at all. That particularly frightened her.

"Take my cock out, and let's fuck," he said softly.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Cathy snapped, stepping farther away from Miles, toward Tom's desk. "You're what? Twenty? I'm twenty-seven. I'm much too old for you."

Even Cathy was aware of the futility of her protests. Since blooming to full womanhood, she had gone to considerable lengths to hide her ripe, curvaceous body. But without many clothes on, she couldn't deny her own beauty to Miles.

"You'll do as I say," Miles purred softly, "or I'll open this door and invite all the secretaries to come in and see who's been fucking the boss. Would you like that? Do you think my dad would like that?"

"Can't you see I'm desperate?" Cathy pleaded.

"Of course I can. That's why I'm going to get what I want. Being desperate makes you vulnerable, and vulnerable women, with bodies like yours, turn me on." He moved closer to Cathy, an evil smile growing from the corners of his thin, severe mouth. "On second thought, I don't want sloppy seconds from my old man. I want you to suck my cock. Yes, I think a blowjob would be even better than getting fucked."

"I… I can't do that," Cathy whispered, staring at the floor. "I've never been able to do that. Not with anybody."

Miles said nothing as he stepped up to Cathy, close enough so that they were nearly touching. She looked into his eyes again, searching for some sign of weakness, something that would give her a clue as to how she could get out of following his commands.

The steely, unyielding look in Miles eyes made Cathy shiver. She knew instantly that his wishes would be forced upon her, and that there was really nothing she could do about it.

"Don't make me do that," Cathy whispered. She thought of screaming, but then dismissed it. Miles' powerful fists would probably come charging into her stomach, silencing her before anyone could be alerted. "Please, Miles, don't make me take your thing… in my mouth."

"On your knees, bitch," Miles said softly. "Start sucking before I get angry. If I get angry, I guarantee you'll be sorry."

When Miles put his hands on Cathy's shoulders and applied pressure, she sunk slowly to her knees. Her mind was reeling crazily as she tried to figure out exactly what was happening to her. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. She felt the carpet under her knees. Her big tits rose and fell with each rapid, frightened breath.

Cathy looked at Miles' crotch. She could see his lump of cock meat stretching down one leg of his tight jeans. Like his father, Miles had been endowed with a prick that, when fully hard, stretched out over ten inches long. Cathy wondered if she'd even be able to fit his huge cock head into her inexperienced mouth.

Her hands were shaking when Cathy loosened Miles' belt and unsnapped his fashionable jeans. She caught the tab of his zipper, and she pulled it down slowly. The sound of the zipper's teeth splitting seemed amplified a thousand times.

Cathy wished Miles would say something, would continue to command her.

If he did, she wouldn't feel so much like she was about to give him a blowjob because she wanted to.

"This is a terrible thing you're making me do," Cathy whispered as she pushed his jeans down to his thighs. Miles wore no underwear. His half-hard prick sprang out toward her face, drooping downward from its own awesome weight.

A weak mewling sound came from Cathy's throat as she stared at his pale, meaty cock. His cockhead was mushroom-shaped and very large. His prick shaft was broad, with the upper surface almost flat and the underside of his fuckpole rounded. A thick blue vein ran along the length of his cock, and Cathy could see the vein throbbing as blood pumped through it.

"I may not be very good at this," Cathy said softly, almost apologetically. "I've never done this before. Never, ever before."

Despite her revulsion with Miles, Cathy couldn't explain her strange curiosity about what his cock tasted like. She had heard the girls talking about blowjobs, and how much their boyfriends enjoyed them. She had heard all those awful stories about the girls swallowing cum and enjoying it, but Cathy never really believed them. She just couldn't imagine how a woman could enjoy haying a man shoot his jism into her mouth. She was convinced that the women who sucked men off really didn't like doing it, even if they said they did.

Wrapping her fingers around the shaft of Miles' prick, Cathy raised his cockhead so it would be at mouth-level. The dry warmth of his prickmeat surprised her. The heat of his cock seemed to go through her palm and travel straight down to her clit.

Why was her cunt getting hot? This was wrong, terribly wrong! She wasn't supposed to be getting turned on! Cathy cursed her body for responding to the sight and musky aroma of Miles' prick.

"Suck, damn you," Miles hissed as he crossed his arms over his broad chest and looked dawn at the frightened brunette who kneeled before him.

Cathy pulled her hand back and forth over his rubbery hose of cockmeat. She could feel his prick stretching in her hand. Soon, his cock was standing straight out from his hulkish body, his fuckshaft so thick that she couldn't touch her thumb to her fingertips.

Cathy's face was beautiful. Her beauty was natural, untainted with lipstick or make-up. She didn't need those things to give her the wholesome good-looks of a professional businesswoman. And that naturally beautiful face looked positively stunning in Miles' eyes as he watched it move closer to the head of his cock.

Trembling, her nipples erect with fright and excitement, Cathy touched her lips to Miles' cockhead. She felt his prickmeat jump in her fist at the first contact of her flesh to his. Her tongue slithered out between pink lips, moving like a cautious snake, to graze along the clefted underside of his prick tip. The taste was foreign to Cathy, but she decided that it wasn't bad.