Nigga Luvvas Ch. 02

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

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Terrie pulled Liz from the bathroom to the bed. "Terrie! I'm nasty! Let me bathe!" Liz resisted Terrie's aggression.

"My love you smell like a delicious cum swamp!" Terrie in the grips of lust, pushed Liz to the bed, and straddled her, pressing her face close to Liz's mouth. "Who's the lucky man I smell on your breath?"

Liz opened her tired eyes to look at Terrie, speaking softly, "Just some guy I met down in the lounge. No, I'm not saying who he is, I don't kiss and tell."

Terrie had her hand between Liz's legs, Liz spread them a little, and strummed at the wetness and goo she felt around her fingers. "What you're doing feels good," Liz said softly as she placed a limp hand atop Terrie's.

"You're man fucked you good, looks like," Terrie observed.

"Mmm, yes he did," Liz smiled.

"I'm gonna eat some of his work," Terrie told Liz as she lowered her face into the cream pie. Liz spread her legs lazily as Terrie traced the pussy groove with the tip of her tongue. The slight tongue pressure caused semen to leak from the gash.

"That feels good, your tongue feels soft and warm and nice," said Liz. Terrie's tongue scooped some cream from Liz's love-nest and put it in Liz's mouth where their tongues writhed like copulating snakes, mixing well, and churning completely, their saliva and sexual fluids as they petted each other to higher arousal. Liz collapsed first, spent, and Terrie followed.

After several minutes Liz looked at her wrist-watch and sat up, Terrie seemed to be held captive by her orgasm still. Terrie made a feeble attempt to delay Liz leaving for the shower but surrendered to Morpheus.

In the tub, cleansing her vagina, Liz thought of the Spanish word for what happened with Terrie but couldn't recall it. "Pilonera?, Tortillera?" She wondered. "Terrie cleaned my basin well," she thought.

On the drive back to Bay City Liz thought about Tyrone's black cock and rubbed herself as needed. A few truckers noticed her hand between her thighs and paced her, to watch the action. She didn't care, she wasn't thinking of truckers, she was thinking about how good that black cock felt in her.

Liz took the job with the state after she discovered that her husband was queer. They owned a business together, and one day she caught him sucking off one of the employees. They talked about it, and made a deal to stay in the marriage but skip the sex. The money was too good to piss away in a divorce, and their son was in college. College is expensive.

The son, Logan, knew something was up when Dad moved out of the master bedroom to bunk in the guest bedroom. He also knew his mom spied on him at home, to look at him and think about him. He pretended not to notice what she did. But she was careful about how she did it, and when she did it. Logan was twenty and a junior at the Bay City College in town.

Liz was thirty-nine, five foot four, and two hundred pounds distributed well about her ass and thighs, and slightly bottom heavy. She looked sweet in tight, short skirts, and caught Logan checking her out a few times.

Back home after an exhausting two hundred mile drive, she had the weekend ahead and no commitments or projects. Alone in the house she made a stiff drink and turned on the computer to surf for interracial porn. There was plenty. And she especially liked the vids of older black men sexing the wives of younger men. Gangbang marathons did nothing for her. The experienced older guys with their slow hands and relaxed love-making floated her boat. When she found a vid she liked she watched it and took a leisurely break atop her bed with a vibrator; she kept herself well-oiled with the liquor, and fell asleep after a while.

Logan came home about one o'clock and found Liz and her toy on her bed. Liz's skirt was still up about her waist, and her blouse was open. She was snoring softly. He came in the bedroom and sat on the bed close to her. The computer screen-saver concealed the website she visited before she fell asleep. Logan turned the computer off and was about to cover Liz with a blanket when he put the blanket down and put his hand on her panty to feel her. He paused to switch off the desk lamp so that the only illumination in the bedroom came from the hallway. Returning his attention to his mother he felt her with his fingertips, then opened her blouse to touch her exposed nipples. Liz remained asleep though her nipples responded to Logan's touch.

Feeling confident and aroused, Logan slipped his fingers under the waistband of Liz's red panty and pushed his hand down her tummy to her slit. She felt warm and soft, and moved slightly in her sleep. He traced her opening with a finger. Liz's eyes half opened, but she thought she was dreaming of Logan and closed her eyes to enjoy the dream.

Soon enough she realized it wasn't a dream but it was too late. "You shouldn't be doing this," she whispered, but didn't push him away. He rubbed her harder, now, pressing a finger between the lips to go inside. "You'll hate me," she said, but still did nothing.

"No, I wanna fuck you," he said. "When I saw you it made me horny." He stopped to tug her panties down her legs, and her legs cooperated. Liz's hand moved to her tit to squeeze its nipple. Her other hand moved to her mound and to her gash. Logan got undressed. His cock was erect and ready. He climbed on to the bed and kneeled close to her.

"Open your legs," he told her.

"Logan, no! This is wrong, baby," she said sounding insincere. He eased her legs apart and lay on the mattress with his face and mouth close to her nest. "No, baby," she moaned softly and draped her hands on his head. His tongue found her clit and the touch felt electric. "Logan this is so wrong!" She whispered.

"Put your legs over my shoulders," he said.

"No," she said but did it anyway. She was wet and juicy and squirmy.

"When I raise up put me in," he told her.

"No!" Is what her lips said but her hand went to his cock and pushed it inside her baby hole. "Be gentle for a little while, okay? Slow makes me crazy, baby. What am I saying!"

Logan pumped her slow and steady, she was slick and the fucking was easy. Just rock, back and forth, in and out. In the poor light he couldn't see her flushed chest and face. Her pleasure was dragging her away. Part of her cried, another part felt cheap and sexed up and liked it. The other part spoke, "Sex up momma's pussy, baby."

"I'm gonna cum in you," he said.

"Oh, yes!" She whimpered. "Fill me, baby. Fill mommy up."