A Mother's Lust Ch. 07

Betty kept sucking me off, reddening with the effort of handling my cock battering her throat. Her eyes were welling with tears, though she didn't seem to want to quit trying to push herself to my hilt. An incredibly alluring song of gagging was the only sound I could hear for a few seconds, before Betty finally let my cock out of her mouth.

Her eyes were hazy. The way she panted made her enormous breasts move just enough for it to be an interesting sight on its own. I had hardly noticed the car windows were already getting foggy.

"You can fuck my tits," she gasped, still trying to catch her breath. "But only if you help me throat your cock. All the way."

"It was amazing even if you didn't go all the way, you know?"

"Are you hurrying me along to get to the fun part?" she smirked.

I merely chuckled, before I put both hands on her head.

"Whenever you're ready."

"Good. I want you to fuck my throat like a pussy."

"Oh," I may have sounded a bit more disappointed than I really was. "You want it a bit rough?"

She nodded while biting her lip. The sight of it was enough to make me want to fuck her however she pleased. Even if it did remind me of her sister.

Betty went down on my cock once more. Again, her throat proved too tight for my cock to push through. Her eyes swiveled up towards mine, and I immediately pulled her skull towards my waist. She trembled for a moment and closed her eyes, before her throat gave in and my cock pushed deeper into it. Her eyes widened with delight as she noticed she had taken my whole member inside her mouth.

That was when I gave in to the temptation and started fucking her skull. Betty's moans were stammered and interrupted by her own gags as my cock went into her throat at a respectable pace. The way she looked at me while I did it, though... God, it was the first time I saw hints of Karla's vice in Betty. There was a tint of wickedness in her greyish green eyes, a defiant demand for more punishment as she gagged. Tempted as I was, I didn't oblige.

Betty took a deep breath as soon as my cock was unsheathed from her throat. There was even a satisfying slurp as I squeezed out of her tightened lips. I had to hold her head up with some force; she clearly wanted to keep sucking.

"You're really hungry for that cock, aren't you?"

"Hmm, so much," she slurred while biting her lip. It was as if she was drunk with lust.

I was now wondering just how much of Betty's behavior had actually been affected by whatever Karla had put in her tea last time. My previous belief that she would not act as sluttily as Karla was consistently being proven wrong now.

She didn't waste a second to start stroking me the moment my cock was out of her mouth. Not just to keep me hard, mind you. She was going at it fast, fast enough to make me worry about cumming too soon.

"Easy," I chuckled while I held her wrist. "I wanna go inside you before we're done."

Betty smirked and got on her back. A woman her height could not simply lay her whole body on the backseat of a normal car. She had to put her feet on the door, but finally, she laid herself before me. Just like that, I had been given another angle in which I could behold her lovely breasts. I knelt on top of her, placing the tip of my cock right below her breasts.

Betty was already staring me down as temptingly as she could. Her tits were more than heavy enough to fall towards their respective side, making it quite easy for my cock to go between them. Words still fail to describe my delight when she pushed them together and I felt their warmth around my member for the first time.

I must admit my cock did not look all that impressive when placed between her boobs. To be fair, most body parts would look small in comparison those plump breasts of Betty's. Those thoughts didn't stop me from fucking her tits the best I could, though, all the while Betty urged me on with nothing but her provocative gaze.

Betty still is the warmest body I have ever laid my hands or dick on. Her breasts were feverishly hot, especially since she was squeezing them together so eagerly. I quickly learned to enjoy even her body heat as part of the eroticism.

Soon I would be grabbing Betty's breasts with her, fucking them as hard as I dared to without the risk of cumming. The thought of covering her tits in my seed didn't sound unappealing at all. However, gentlemanly like I was, I had the decency of wanting Betty to feel some pleasure too.

"If I were your husband I'd fuck your tits every day," I blurted out without even thinking. If I hadn't already proven arousal makes me an idiot, this would be a shocking development.

"Hmm..." Betty's eyes rolled upwards as she bit her lip. Her body bumped gently with each thrust of mine into her tits. "Maybe you can do it regardless..."

This was my warning that I would not remain in control for much longer if I kept this up. Betty was quite clearly alluring enough to make me cum if I got to talking dirty with her. I gave one of her nipples a long suck and a kiss after withdrawing my penis.

"Oh, Peter!" she moaned. "Please, I need you inside me."

I hungrily shuffled my hands and body around to achieve that precise goal. Only when I put myself between her spread legs did I notice Betty had shaven her pussy, most likely just for me. I felt a mix of flattery and arousal as I gently placed the tip of my cock right by her flower.

"Everything about you is gorgeous..." I found myself muttering.

Betty's head, peeking behind her massive tits, threw me a flattered, but impatient smile. Her eyes were very much akin to Karla's right now, all burning passion.

"Do you really want me to beg for your cock like I did last time?"

"It did make me want to fuck you even more..." I let my glans rub against her pussy in an intentionally slow manner.

Betty rolled her eyes with an irresistible giggle.

"Please, Peter!" her voice became pleading and uncontrolled, as if the drug had never stopped having its effect on her. "Make me your slut again! I need your cock! I need your-aaaah!"

I chose to cut her short and give her what she needed. My cock immediately slid into Betty's wet pussy. She was just as hot as she'd been the first time, and I was just as happy to have my cock snugly inside her warm body.

Gasping with pleasure, I chose to lie on top of her so our faces were as close as possible. The idiot in me felt like this was somehow a romantic gesture. The real idiot in me wondered if I wasn't just making up for Karla's brutal rejection of my love during the hike. My horniness, luckily, drowned out both of those voices like it always did at first. At that moment all I wanted was to fuck Betty until I came, hopefully giving her an orgasm too along the way.

Betty's green eyes screamed her delight as I pushed myself deeper into her. She bit her lip as her legs coiled around my waist. She was burning! Her skin and flesh were just as hot as her pussy was on the inside. Part of me wondered if she wasn't actually going through a fever.

"God..." I muttered to myself, finally pushing my cock in all the way to its hilt.

Gently, I pressed my forehead against hers. It was burning as much as the rest of her body. Betty was already letting out a whimper, eyes staring expectantly into mine. I decided, there and then, that I wanted to make love to my friend's aunt. I missed genuine lovemaking.

My lips landed on hers just as I started moving my hips. Betty's first moan was stifled by our kiss, just as my dick went back inside her. I couldn't help but draw comparisons between Karla and her sister. Betty's kissing wasn't as electrifying or enticing. She never put her tongue inside my mouth or bit mine, though she readily played with it when I brought it to her. The way her body interacted with mine differed from her sister's greatly as well. Betty's arms, hands and legs were entirely devoted to caressing me and making sure our sex could last.

I got a chill the first time I felt her hand running up my spine. Karla had left me that paranoid about physical contact during sex. Betty noticed this, slowing down her caresses to give me time to get used to them. By the time that happened, the car windows were already too foggy for us to see the world outside. Being inside Betty, I had bigger things on my mind than whether someone could spy on us from outside. I gave it a parting thought at best.

By then, I also had become a lot more used to Betty's heat. Somehow, it was enjoyable for me, even in plain August, to feel that woman's intense warmth. I loved feeling the heat of her legs clasped around my waist. I loved her soft, jiggly tits squished snugly against my chest. No matter how many times I did it, pulling out of her warm, wet folds continuously tempted and urged me to put my glistening member inside her again.

It wasn't long before we were both sweating like professional athletes, to avoid a less kind comparison. I could feel it in my hair and I could see its sheen on her temples. Betty, despite her own panting, maintained her legs' firm grip on my body. On my end, I had also sped up my thrusting, all the while my hands pushed against the seat to keep my upper body steadily above hers. I don't doubt I would have faltered had it not been for Betty's continuous moaning of my name, along with all the talk we tend to say during sex to cheer our partner along.

I was thrusting into her at a steady pace when she interrupted me with a passionate kiss. Or bodies bucked into each other while Betty's tongue adventured into my mouth for the first time. My friend's aunt had an adorably shy smile on her face when our lips parted.

"Uhm... Do you mind being a bit... rougher?"

"Rougher?" I noticed my breath was a lot more ragged than hers. Maybe my stamina wasn't as good as I liked to think it was.

"Well..." she bit her lip. "Karla said you're quite dominant... I'd like to feel a bit of that... before I cum."

Hearing Karla's name did spoil my mood a little. My fun with Betty had made me forget many of the insane circumstances that had led to it. I tried not to let it show.

"You'd... want me to be rougher, then?"

"And... maybe some insults too?" she looked almost innocent as she asked for it.

"Rougher sex... and insults...?" my words let out no emotions.

She gave me a cute nod, all while I surveyed her glistening curves once more. I didn't think I was dominant. I hurt Karla because she pissed me off. When given the choice, I would normally opt for sex instead of violence. But Betty was too gorgeous for me to deny, and her eyes had enough lust on them to measure up against her sister's.

Betty winced slightly as I pulled out of her once more. I quickly ran a few rougher positions through my mind, trying to find one that wouldn't hurt her to the point that either of us had this affair ruined. Being hard, I knew I needed to think fast before that would happen.

I put two hands on her legs, freeing myself from their grip. I made it a point to make the way I held them tighter and rougher than usual. It felt strange to try to be rough. In my experience, it all came naturally with Karla. My hands held up her legs and spread them just enough so my shoulders would hold up her knees.

"You're not moving until I cum," I muttered.

Betty seemed to like that. Worse. I found out I liked it too. On my knees, I hurried to put the tip of my cock near Betty's pussy again. As I pushed myself into her, my body descended on top of hers. She let out a long moan as her legs were brought closer and closer to her head. I was able to notice her arms, preparing to embrace me. Somehow, my mind was this once fast enough to grab her hands and pin them against the seat.

"Not moving," I repeated with a smirk.

Betty's expression of delight was as heartwarming as it was fleeting, since I soon started pumping into her without much of a buildup. Our moans became louder and our words less elaborate. All I ever heard her say was my name, louder and louder.

Her hands, still in the same place as I held them down by the wrists, clutched the air around them at the pace of my thrusts. Even small details like that excited me to the point of making me want to go faster.

"I need you to cum inside me, Peter!" she moaned. "Please, please, fill me up!"

"God, Betty... You're a fucking slut! You're my fucking slut!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"I'm going to fill you up," my words became harder to utter through my gritted teeth. "But only if you cum for me first. You want to be my good little whore, don't you?"

Betty could only feverishly nod and moan as our fucking continued. Once the insults started, they only became more natural to me. Not that I had much time to perfect that craft. Soon enough Betty was cumming, her whole body squirming under mine.

"Oh, Peter!" she bellowed. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming like a good little whore!"

My turn was next. I chose to dominate Betty until the end. My hand clamped her mouth just as my thrusts sped up with wild abandon. The few thoughts I had as I rushed towards my own orgasm scattered around Betty's heat, her tits, and just how fun it was to hold her tight in such a position.

"I'm cumming..." I eventually muttered. At that point, I wasn't feeling too original.

Betty shut her eyes and shouted into my hand as I filled her up with one of my biggest loads to date. All that playing and teasing had left me with plenty of cum to spend, so I made it a point push myself deep into her until I was certain my orgasm was over.

"Fuck yeah..." I gasped.

My hand finally moved to let Betty speak and, now that I noticed it, breathe too. My friend's aunt was almost as red as Karla when I choked her. Her temperature certainly matched her color. Her eyes were incredibly hazy, as if she was going through a particularly enlightening drug trip.

I let my body rest on top of hers. Despite the sweat that I had running through my whole body, I didn't mind feeling Betty's intense warmth. Her curvaceous body felt so smooth and cushioned I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to spend an afternoon like that, lying on top of that beautiful giantess. I hadn't even pulled out of her yet.

"I thought I'd never have sex like this again..." she purred.

To be quite honest, I don't remember much of what we talked about afterwards. We stayed inside that hot car for a while longer, chatting. I remember toying with her tits while we spoke and her making a joke about it. Eventually, she drove me home. I'll never forget the passionate kiss she gave me before I got out of the car, especially because she was happily holding me in place while our lips were locked.

By the time the kiss was over, I managed to look at Betty one last time. Her lovely dress was soaked in her sweat, as was her short hair. The sheen on her tits was such that I was very quickly reconsidering if I didn't want to fuck her one more time just to make the best of this situation. Barely, I resisted temptation this one time. Betty drove off leaving me both hungry for more and uncertainly worried.

It was during that same day, in the evening, that I received another phone call. Karla. I immediately became nervous without really knowing why. I had done something wrong, truth being told. I had become just like Karla, a negative influence that was now destroying Betty's marriage. Still, what I was going through didn't feel like a guilty fear, for once. I answered the phone after some hesitation.

"Took you long enough."

"I just had to enjoy my vacations, Peter," I could, again, hear her smirk from the phone. "Of course, a little bird has told me you've made do while I wasn't around."

"Yeah?" I snarled. "I didn't take you for a gullible woman."

"Oh, spare me the bluff, Peter. I would think you'd be more grateful after I basically handed Betty to you."

"You think I'm stupid? Betty spoke quite openly about you and your little chats with her. If anything I just gave you a new toy."

It dawned on me, just as I spoke, that I had no reason to feel good about this retort. If anything, thinking about it only made me feel worse.

"Oh, Peter... You are always so obsessed with winning against me. Why can't you just let go of your pettiness for one moment? I have fun, you get to fuck married women behind their husband's backs like the virtuous guy you are. Why do we need a competition?"

That comment was enough to make my blood boil. I chose to remain silent as I thought through my reply. Unfortunately, nothing came up.

"Peter?"

"What?" my voice betrayed my frustration. Even that made Karla chuckle.

"You've made my sister very happy today."

Her voice, just this once, sounded genuine. It didn't feel like the flat motherly acting she employed with her sons. For once, I actually felt as if Karla had momentarily let go of all her wickedness, even if only for a couple of seconds.

"Well, I hope it makes up for all the nights she will stay awake because of us."

Karla laughed childishly at that. My rage returned like the flip of a switch.

"The only way my sister is staying up a night now is if we are fucking her like the good little slut she is."

"What if I no longer want to have sex with Betty?"

"To be honest, Peter, I don't give a fuck about what you claim you don't want. You say you don't want to fuck married women, but you've already cuckolded two men. You say you don't want pregnancies, but you probably just knocked up my sister. Should I really believe you won't stick your dick inside Betty as soon as she spreads her legs for you again?"

My fury burnt so bright I only fully realized what she'd said a moment after it was spoken.

"Wait, what?"

Karla's evil grin, burned into my memory, flashed before my eyes as she complied as frustratingly as she could.

"You are always saying you are morally conflicted, but at the end of the day you-"

"Stop acting retarded for a fucking second, Karla!" I bellowed. "Betty's pregnant?!"

"She might well be," Karla's laughter made it seem as if this was the funniest joke she'd ever heard. "I dared her to fuck you with no birth control. And that crazy slut actually did it! You should have heard her when she told me. She was so proud!"

Her laughter on the phone was now taking over my whole room. I felt surrounded, as if the walls themselves were laughing at me.

"When are you coming back," it was meant to be a question, yet it came out as a statement.

"Tomorrow. I know there's no one you'd rather fuck, Peter. Keep up the fun and the feeling might even become mutual."

"I'm going to hurt you a lot," I declared emptily.

"Ooh, is this foreplay?" she giggled some more. "I'm getting horny just by-"

I chose to hang up then and there. That night was one of the longest in my life, and I spent just as much time thinking about Betty as I did about Karla. Deep down, however, I already knew that my lust would win again the following day, no matter which of them I saw first.