Late Night and a Broken Ball Pt. 02

"Ouch, that hurt!"

"And there is more where that came from if you keep being selfish."

I closed the door and then walked to the window and pulled back the curtains revealing sliding doors and a deck, and then did the same to the window on the right. I walked back to Marianne and took her into my arms and kissed passionately and laid her gently back on the bed. Her breathing was heavy now, and she goosebumps were popping all over her wonderful light untanned skin. I knelt before her and as I lowered my face to the portion of her exposed mound she said, "I hope you don't mind that I am not shaved, I never have been. Sissy told me I should but I just didn't feel right with her hand going there."

"Its lovely. I love hair on a woman, especially when it frames such a lovely pussy as yours. Her mound was deepening into a dark pink as her arousal was beginning to peak. A light dew began to slowly pulse from between the folds of her lips and as I started to dive in for a lick of her juice, the clouds separated outside and a ray of light shone across her pubic mound. I lit up her pubic hair from behind causing it to shine as if it was a golden jungle hiding her pot of liquid gold. I started at the bottom and licked upwards collecting her delicious liquids. She shivered at first touch and moaned from somewhere deep within. As I reached the top I stopped and sucked on her hood covering her clit causing it to peek ever so slightly out. I gently circled it with my tongue and then leaned back.

"WHa, what, why did you stop? It felt so damn good. A good I haven't felt in a long time," she said shivering.

"Honey, are you cold?"

"No, it is anticipation running through me like ripples on a pond, and it's exhilarating!"

I smiled, "Well, you will certainly have more to enjoy. I stopped only to enjoy the flavor, and to remember this moment. You have such a earthen scent mixed with a sweet citrusy flavor. If I could bottle this I'd be rich."

"Oh my GAWD. Stop being so dramatic, it is not that good. At my age it can't be," she quipped.

"My Dear, you are so wrong let me show you."

I dove in pushing my mouth inwards as far as possible, quickly shaking my mouth from side to side, then I pushed my tongue in as quickly and as deeply as I could and then began sucking. Immediately she began to convulse. As I did this I reached my left arm around her thigh and pulled her as tightly to me as I could then felt for her wonderful 34C breasts. I brought my other hand up and under my chin and retrieved some of her overflowing juices and wiped them downwards along her perineum to her bunghole. Her shivers deepened to waves and I was determined to taste and drink all I could as I forced the waves to intensify and crash onto the shore. I wanted to bring her climax home and as her rosebud had begun to open I quickly slipped my thumb deep into her relaxed ass and pushed upwards. She cried out, and began to spasm and I removed my thumb and an slipped two then three fingers in and out slowly picking up speed. Her spams turned to convulsions and then I slipped quickly out with my tongue and assaulted her puffy pink clit. Her body flexed backwards her head pushed down as her back rose in a tight arch and then fell limp as if she had been struck by lightning. I continued to suck and lick up her juices.

"You . . . you're . . . oh my . . . come here please," her words were a mixture of a moan and a desperate plea.

I crawled onto the bed and up her side and propped myself up on my right elbow as I look into glazed eyes. Through the glaze I thought I saw something, a spark, a flicker, I wasn't sure but she was more beautiful than she had ever been. Her hair a furious mess, sweat running down her temples matting her hair to her head. Her body's heaves were slowing and lessening as she slowly caught her breath. I used my finger tips of my left hand to slowly trace around the areola and then flick her nipple. While not overly long it was long enough to move backward and spring forward. My hand moved gently, purposefully lower to her navel and leaned downward and kissed it. My fingers were now lightly tracing what remained of her stretch marks and found myself becoming jealous of the prick who had this woman first. I wished those marks had been put there by me.

Evidently Marianne had regained control of her senses and asked, "What are you thinking?"

I leaned back up to her and gave her a kiss and then said, "I love your stretch marks. They tell a story of your past, but as I followed each one along your body I became jealous."

"Of what?"

"That bastard that had you. The bastard who helped you make these. I wish it had been me," I said laying my head on her left breast.

"I don't want to scare you, but I'd like you to consider this. I have always loved you. I will always love you. There is nothing you can do that would make me feel any other way. If after Carol Anne has moved into her dorm I would like an answer to my next question. Whether it is yes or no, please know I will always love you," I paused, and looked in her eyes, "Will you stay with me forever?"

She started to say something but I stopped her with a kiss and then said, "No answer now, think and then let me know."

I then stood and pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood her up and turned us both so that I could sit down. I said, "ready for your facial?"

"Mmmmm, yes."

She slid down my body to the floor and then got up and her knees and and let her lovely ass rest on her heels as Carol Anne had first done. She gently pushed my legs apart and studied my engorged cock. I thought that there was no way in hell for it to become harder than it was. I was wrong. She put her hand out and took into her hand, then brought the other over and encircled the shaft with both leaving the deep purple head peeking out at her.

"My god, this is so, so, thick, and long," she finally exhaled.

But she smiled and lowered her mouth over it. Her lips closed and she began to suck and roll her tongue around it as she moved her head up and down. I could feel it hit the back of her throat and the first time there was a gag, but she relaxed and was soon taking it into her tight throat. I was in heaven as I tried to concentrate. I was not yet ready to cum. I was enjoying this too immensely. But, as I tried to hold back she grabbed my balls and started softly massaging them.

Finally, I could hold out no longer and cried out, "Annie!"

She pushed her mouth forward and began to take my cum directly into her throat. I felt her throat squeeze and release as it tried to swallow. After the first hard spurts I pushed her back and aimed for her cheeks and the breasts. Thick splashes of cum covered her. As I leaned back she took one finger and wiped a splotch and licked it off as if it were a lollipop. She then started to coo as her hands rubbed it in, careful to spread it evenly. As she finished I leaned forward and kissed her deeply.

We broke the kiss and as she took hold of my cock once more and said, "My god Jimmy, you're hard again!"

"We have waited for you most of our lives, and we want to show you how much we hope to please you."

I pulled her to her feet and stood to embrace her. She rushed into my arms and we hugged each other then kissed deeply again. I pulled back the covers and had her crawl in. She moved to the center of the bed and I crawled between her legs. Taking some her fluids still leaking out of her pussy, I slathered them all over my cock and then asked, "You ready hon?"

"Yes, my god, yes!"

I moved forward and started to rub my cock along her slit and in eased the tip inward. The feel for this forty five year old woman was tight, exceedingly soft and wonderful. I held myself above her as I relished the moment. Her face had life in it again, and for a moment I thought I saw the sparkle in her eyes that had once been there. She smiled with a plea in her eyes, so I began to move slowly in and out. My head would all but pull out before I pushed back in. I felt the walls of her pussy close tightly around my cock as it moved deeper and release as I pulled back. I had never known a woman to do this to me, for me, before. I had a shiver run down my spine as if I had just gotten the chills. She softly giggled. She was giggling. Life was indeed on her schedule again as it had come recently to mine.

"I love the intensity of the moment. My emotions are on overload, and I am enjoying this beyond my own belief, but will you fuck me now?" she moaned.

"Yes, my Love."

I withdrew and had her flip over and bury her face sideways into the plush pillows and entered her from behind roughly. She gasped as I began to plunge in hitting her cervix. My thrusts were were increasing in intensity and force. My balls were slapping her ass with the sound of a metronome. She gasped on every downstroke and moaned, breathing in on each withdrawal. Perspiration beaded on her skin like cool morning dew upon a rose. With my right hand I reached around and under her to rub and press against her clit. The moment I touched it she began to shudder and shake before finally screaming and nearly collapsing. But, I held her up with my right arm and pulled her to me with my left as I continued to fuck her with gusto, and pure lust. The room was filled with grunts, moans, and balls slapping ass. She regained some composure and I let her hold herself up and grabbed her hips with both hands and started grunting loudly with each thrust. Waves began to crash through her again and this time as I felt myself feeling the onslaught of my own release I let go with a cry. My body continued the motion and slowly began to stop as each deep spurt into her body was a brake on my momentum. I absently held myself erect before finally collapsing to Annie's right side.

"Holy shit! That was so damn - oh, man HOT!"

Marianne looked up to the doorway where her daughter's voice had come from and said, "How long have you been standing there?"

"I think nearly the whole damn time as the two of you were so filled with each other in the moment and seemed oblivious of me. And damn, it was so hot, sensual, sexual, FUCK Mom. You two were simply awesome!" she answered and ran around the bed and climbed in quickly on the left side and covered up.

Her Mother looked at her and moved hair from the left side of her face and tucked it behind her ear. "Carol Anne," she began, "You know I love you and share everything with you but what happened here was private. You should not have been watching."

"For god's sake Mother," she said as she rolled her eyes, "We tell each other everything and share what is happening in our lives with each other. This, well was just getting the info as it happened."

"This, you here in the bed naked with us after we had just had sex is, wrong."

"Mother, you two just had oral sex and fucked each other's brains out from what I saw, plus you two are first cousins, and this is wrong?" she said and reached out and slowly began caressing her Mother's breast.

"Carol Anne, please . . . "

"Please what Mother?" she giggled.

"Stop."

"Okay," Carol Anne conceded, "But this is not the last of it."

We all crawled out of the bed two hours later after having fallen asleep pressed together in one wonderful entanglement of flesh. Once we woke we each took separate showers, dressed and then headed downstairs for breakfast. The rest of the day was spent driving around Eastern Iowa showing the two of them the beauty of the land despite of all the fields of corn, soybeans, and farms with numerous cows, and pigs. We stopped in a small town northwest of Maquoketa and had a late dinner before heading back to the house. The sun was setting over the cornfields behind my home as Marianne and I sat arm in arm swinging slowly on a hanging swing.

Marianne looked up at me and said, "I love you."

I kissed her and whispered, "I love you too. I think I have my whole life."

We smiled together and watched the orange, pink and blue sunset content in the moment.