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It's a Jungle Down There


Daddy spanked Mama's fat white ass with four hard whacks and drove his cock deep into her swollen cunt. The sexy rose tattoo on her left butt cheek glowed crimson.

"Oh, FUCK, YES!" she cried with pleasure. "Beat my ass, Daddy! Spank me hard! Punish your hot horny Mama!"

His dick was drenched with her pussy juice. He could feel her long red nails scratching his nuts as she wildly frigged her clit. It wouldn't be long now, he thought.

He smacked her again and again as he ramrodded her twat.

"OH, OH, OHHHH!" she wailed. Then little more than animal grunts and whimpers as her orgasm flooded her senses.

"Fuck ... Daddy ... oh, god ... FUCK!" she said.

She fell forward, her big heaving tits pressed deep into the soft mattress. Daddy pulled out as she collapsed, giving her a chance to breathe. The smell of her steamy cunt filled the room and made his balls ache. He grabbed his cock and began jacking off madly.

God, she was so fuckin hot.

Even in her semiconscious state, Mama realized what he was doing. She turned over with a soft moan and looked up at his lust-filled face. Then she scooted forward so her giant titties and pretty eyes were directly in the line of fire.

"It wouldn't be a party without icing," she said, panting. "C'mon, Daddy. Gimme that hot, sticky fuck juice."

Her filthy language lit the fuse, as it always did.

"Oh, fuck, Mama!" he groaned. "I'm gonna fuckin CUM!"

Daddy's dick spat sloppy bombs of semen all over her mouth, chin and hair. His big load of cum splashed onto her tits and made the studs in her nipples slick and shiny. Mama massaged his balls until the spurting at last subsided. She was covered in jizz. What a beautiful fucking mess, he thought.

With a smoky look in her eyes, Mama turned toward the digital video camera perched on the tripod next to their bed. Daddy's cum dripped slowly from her nose and lips.

"Happy fuckin birthday," she said in a low, sexy purr, "to me."

They both fell onto the mattress, laughing and grasping for one another.

"I think that's a wrap," Daddy said with a grin.


Alan came back to the bed with a warm, wet cloth. He gently washed her face and boobs, admiring once again, her thick, delicious body.

"I don't think we know anyone in the world who has had a 50th birthday quite like that one," Lois said, smiling. She caught his arm with her hand as he wiped off her chin, then leaned over to lightly kiss the inside of his wrist.

"I love you, baby," she said, softly.

"And I love you," he said.

He patted her dry with a soft towel, then slowly massaged her shoulders as she lay on her tummy under him.

"That feels so nice," she said.

"You're tense, baby," Alan responded. "Your shoulders are tied up all in knots."

She sighed and lay still for a moment, enjoying Bob Dylan on the stereo.

"I seen a shooting star tonight," he sang. "And I thought of you ..."

Thank god for moments when the world could stop, she thought. Especially considering the state of affairs that made up reality.

"It's this damn economy," she said at last. "Nobody's buying real estate. Work is a bitch and a half, and we're damn lucky to have what we've got."

She turned over and put her head on Alan's chest. He wrapped his arms around her.

"You should take some time off," he said. "It's not like it would matter to them. Nobody's selling anything anyway. Go to the beach for a few days with Jules. Get some mom-daughter bonding time."

"I can't," she said. "I mean ... I could, but who knows what kind of sniping that would set off. We're all staring daggers at each other when we work our call lists, as it is. Leave the office for a few days and I might as well put a target on my back."

He pulled her tighter and kissed her damp, straggly hair.

"It's gonna get better," he said. "It has to."


Jules and Ben drove in the next morning to celebrate Mom's big day. Jules, dark-haired and blue-eyed, favored Alan. Ben's freckles and red hair made him a dead-ringer for Lois.

They were good kids, exploring the opening chapter of adult life. Jules, 24, was a corporate event planner for a hotel-conference center in Savannah. Ben was a senior in business and marketing at the University of South Carolina.

Alan spread lumps of crab meat onto grouper steaks and sprinkled them with cracker crumbs, butter and garlic. He grilled them on cedar planks that had soaked in a bucket of water overnight.

Lois kissed him at the sink after dinner while Ben and Jules sipped chardonnay on the deck.

"I don't know which I like better," Lois said, "the way you cook or the way you fuck."

"Maybe in another 50 years, you'll have figured it out," Alan said.

They both laughed and went back out to join the kids.


Lois finished her sales report for April and sent the email to Mr. Grant. Sad story, she thought, miserably. But no sadder than everyone else's.

Marion popped her head over the cubicle.

"Hey, Lois, everyone's going to lunch at Jimmy's," she said. "Come join us, if you'd like."

Lois was a little surprised. She and Marion weren't exactly best friends, and she hadn't expected such an invitation.

"I'd love to go," she said, "but I'm supposed to meet a sales rep for the Journal-Constitution. It's his lunch hour and the only time he has this week. Maybe another time?"

"Sure," Marion said. "Good luck with the meeting."

"Thanks," Lois answered.


Greg started the car as Marion climbed into the passenger seat.

"I guess we'll meet everyone else there," she said. "Lois has a meeting with an ad rep."

"Since when did you and she become such friends?" Greg asked. "You've never seemed that warm to her in the past."

Marion grinned mischievously.

"Well," she said, "you would not believe what I saw her doing at the office a couple of weeks ago."

Greg tried to concentrate on driving, but immediately grew curious.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"It was a Saturday and I had to come by and pick up some literature for one of the Open House showings," Marion said. "I didn't expect to see anyone at the office. I just slipped in without even turning on the lights. I just wanted to grab the brochures and get out of there."

"Yeah?" Greg said. "So what happened?"

"The only lights on were the ones in the conference room," she said. "The door was closed, but the window blinds weren't. I saw our dear Mrs. DeAngelo sitting in a chair. Topless. Giving her beloved Mr. DeAngelo one of the hottest blowjobs I've ever seen."

"You've got to be kidding!" Greg said. "Lois DeAngelo? She seems so conservative. Hell, I've wondered before how she ever managed to have children!"

"Well, there was nothing conservative about her on that Saturday morning," Marion said. "She was like ... god, I'm too embarrassed to say it ... totally sloppy. I mean literally drooling all over hubby's big dick. She might be 50 years old, but she sucks cock like a fuckin pro."

Marion smiled, enjoying the next part of her secret.

"And guess what else."

"There's more?" Greg asked. "What is it?"

"Her nipples," Marion said. "Pierced. Studs in each one. And I have to say ... those big titties are hot!"

"Holy shit," Greg said. "Now, I've heard everything!"

He thought for a minute.

"You're not going to tell anyone ... like Mr. Grant or anything, are you?" he asked.

"Oh, hell no," Marion said. "I thought the whole thing was pretty awesome, to tell you the truth. Can you imagine ... married for 25 years or whatever and still digging each other so much they're fucking like rabbits in the conference room? Nobody should get in trouble for that. Hell, they ought to get a damn medal."

They laughed the rest of the way to the restaurant.


Lois opened her afternoon email and gave a weary sigh. There was little to smile about these days in the not-so-sunny housing market.

The phone rang and she switched on her inner professional self.

"Rodgers-Grant Real Estate," she said. "This is Lois DeAngelo."

"Hello, Mrs. DeAngelo," he said. "This is Mr. DeAngelo, but how bout if you call me 'Mr. Matthews' while we're talking?"

The call caught her off guard, but Lois smiled secretly.

"Hello, Mr. Matthews," she said. "How may I help you?"

"I'd be very interested in seeing some of your hotter properties," Alan said, glad she seemed eager to play.

"I see," she responded. "And did you have any particular properties in mind?"

In the next cubicle, Marion listened for a few minutes to see if Lois was talking about anything interesting. From across the office, Greg looked over, questioningly. After a few moments, Marion looked back at him and shook her head. Just a routine inquiry, it sounded like.

"Why yes, I do," Alan said. "I'd like to start with those big beautiful titties of yours."

"Well, that's a very desirable location," Lois said. "I'd love a chance to show you sometime."

"That sounds very accommodating, Mrs. DeAngelo. And would you give me a chance to suck on those fat nipples and make your pussy wet?"

"It'll be my pleasure, " she said. "Wait till you see the garden. The landscaping will take your breath away."

"I'm sure it will," he said. "It always does when I'm tongue-fucking your hot luscious cunt. My dick is already hard as a rock and throbbing, baby. How do you want it?"

"Let's meet at the back door," she said. "You have to push a little at first, but once you get in, you'll be glad you came, I can assure you."

"Oh, baby," he said. "I can't wait to fuck that big beautiful ass of yours. Thirty minutes?"

"I was hoping you'd say five," she said. "But thirty is fine. Let me give you an address ..."


Lois drove into the Buckhead subdivision wearing drenched panties and a knowing smile. Who could have imagined even a year ago that she and Alan would be so turned on by one another at this stage of their marriage?

It wasn't just the sex (although, god knows, let's not pretend that wasn't a huge part of it). But the continued twists and kinks. First, the creation of Mama and Daddy, now "Mr. Matthews," the phone calls, the dirty talk ... plus a continuous push against the boundaries that had limited the excitement of their lovemaking for too many years.

She pulled into the driveway and stopped her SUV. Alan's truck was parked on the street. She reached under her skirt and gave her wet, hairy cunt a generous rub.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, softly. "Now, where's Daddy's big dick?"


He was waiting at the back door, as she had suggested. Lois looked around for a minute, then brazenly began unbuttoning her blouse as she walked toward him across the garden path. All puns aside, she loved the location and the privacy of the home where they were meeting.

"Mr. Matthews, I presume?" she said, smiling. "I'm Lois DeAngelo. And these ... are my girls."

She let the blouse fall to the freshly mowed lawn and unfastened her bra clasp. Her big jugs tumbled toward Alan, the studs in her nipples catching the spring sunshine.

"Holy Jesus, Mama," he said.

"You picked a good day to call, Mr. Matthews," she said. "I'm horny as fuck."

She gently put her well manicured hands on either side of his face and pulled him in for a long kiss. Their tongues danced while Alan's hands roamed all over her big, juicy ass.

"It's so pretty out here," she said after they broke the kiss at last. She guided his mouth toward her nipple and sighed.

"Suck my big titties, Daddy," she said. "Please?"

He slurped noisily on her areola and nipple, lightly biting her neck and titty flesh.

"Oh, God," she said. "I have the keys to go inside, but I swear ... I just feel like fucking you like an animal out here."

The hunger in Daddy's eyes did nothing to dissuade her. He pulled off his sports coat and spread it on the grass near a garden bench and table. A row of crepe myrtles lined the tall fence around the backyard.

"I don't think anyone can see us back here," Mama said, reading his thoughts. She unzipped her skirt and sat down on his jacket, naked except for her panties and heels. She slipped out of the thong and placed one foot on the bench and the other on the table. Then she reached down to her bushy cunt and with her long red nails, she spread her wet meaty lips.

"It's a beautiful view, isn't it, Mr. Matthews?" she teased. "Wide open spaces."

"Mrs. DeAngelo," he said. "That is one gorgeous fucking garden."

He pulled off the rest of his clothes and slowly bent down on his hands and knees, never taking his eyes off her busy fingers. Lois spread her legs wider and stuffed three fingers in her twat. She fucked herself noisily. Her loud moans and squishing sounds seemed as at home in the garden as the chatter of birds and squirrels. The tangled, fiery red hair that surrounded her pink labia as natural and alluring as the flowers and bushes of the rest of the garden.

Alan could smell her juicy cunt. He nibbled the inside of her heavy thigh as she continued to masturbate. Lois pulled her fingers out of her wet hole momentarily and brushed them over his upper lip. The tangy scent of her pussy made his mouth water. He sucked her fingers greedily.

"You're a nasty boy, Mr. Matthews," she said, smiling. "Fortunately for us, I like nasty ... I like nasty a lot."

She fucked her sloppy hole again, then raised her fingers to her own mouth. With an exaggerated effort she licked and sucked her long red nails. By then, Daddy was on her, stuffing his tongue deep in her cunt, spreading her ass with his fingers and losing himself completely in Mama's wanton womb.

"Come on, Daddy," she urged. "Suck the juicy nectar out of my hot aching love hole. Be my fuckin honey bee."

His beard was soaked as he lapped at the puddle between her legs. He teased her swollen lips with his teeth and drove his fingers into her G-spot. Mama used both hands to mash his face into her molten cunt.

"You .... drive me ..." she said, gasping for air. "So ... fucking ... oh ... GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!"

She ground his nose into her clit and scratched madly at at his shoulders, drawing blood and leaving marks in his skin. Her orgasm so intense, it was if she and he had melted into one another. Bush to beard. Pussy to tongue. Cunt juice to ...


Daddy could feel her thighs twitching wildly against his face. It felt for a moment as if her swollen pussy was sucking him, rather than the other way around.

In the intensity of her orgasm, Mama howled.


Then she moaned, sighed and collapsed.

He slowly pushed himself up, licking the juice from his beard, enjoying the sight of her big jiggling tits as Mama desperately tried to catch her breath.

"My god, Mr. Matthews," she said, at last. "How the fuck did you do that?"

He laughed and rolled next to her, his hard, aching cock pushed against her soft fleshy hip.

She smiled and pretended to be annoyed.

"Well, you just had to bring along that thing, didn't you?" she asked. "I suppose you're going to want to stuff it up my fat fucking ass in a minute."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, smiling. "I certainly am, indeed."

She laughed and kissed him, tasting her pussy juice on his lips and in his beard.

Then, in a low, husky voice that dripped with sex, she said, "Wanna ream my filthy butthole with your tongue first?"

"Oh, fuck yeah," he said.

She kissed him again, deeper this time, then noisily sucked his lower lip with hers.

"I was hoping you would say that."

She rolled over on all fours and looked over her shoulder back at him.

"Eat my hot fucking ass, Daddy."

He kissed her tattoo and made his way to her big sexy crack. She reached back and spread her cheeks with her hands, offering him a lewd view of ass paradise. Daddy burrowed his tongue in her sphincter, enjoying the push and pull resistance of her tight little hole.

"Feels so ... fuckin ... good ... Daddy," she moaned.

His tongue darted in and out as her asshole slowly relaxed. His dick was so hard, he was groaning almost as loudly as Mama. He couldn't wait to fuck her.

Mama frigged her magic button, and Daddy backed away for a minute to enjoy the scene. HIs wife's ass gaped at him while her fingers danced in and out of her hairy cunt.

"My god, Mama," he said. "My cock is about to explode already."

"You'd better fuck me first, Daddy," she growled. "Stuff that meat up my ass."

He rooted around in the pockets of his blazer, still on the ground under her, and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. Daddy squeezed a generous amount into his hand and greased his throbbing cock. Then he dabbed it all over Mama's winking asshole. It was more than enough to ease his passage, but he enjoyed the primal feeling it gave him. He looked up at the blue sky. What a place for hot greasy ass fuck, he thought.

Mama spread her cheeks wide apart -- wider than necessary, she knew, but she also knew how much Daddy would be turned on by the open fuck tunnel before him. He pushed the knob of his prick into the entrance. Then he slowly advanced, giving her ass muscles time to resist and relax, resist and relax.

Mama's voice was a ragged gasp.

"God, that's so fuckin good, Daddy."

Her ass squelched obscenely as his big dick squeezed the air out of her passage. The grease made loud lewd noises as he fucked in and out.

"Oh, yeah, Daddy," she said. "Fuck me like a fuckin pig!"

He grabbed her big flabby cheeks and watched his greasy cock slip in and out of her hole. Then he leaned forward and fondled her jiggling tits, as he pumped her fat ass.

And that was when the backyard sprinkler system turned on.

"What the FUCK!" he yelled.

Mama gave a short scream, then lost control in an outburst of laughter.

Daddy pushed himself to his knees, his cock still buried in Mama's ass. He pulled away as the water continued to drench them from all sides.

"Goddammit!" he roared.

Still laughing, Lois turned over to face him. Alan continued to cuss as he tried to pick up their clothes. Mama gently caught his arm and smiled at him.

He looked back down at her, the water beading up on her voluptuous body. Her nipples rigid and hard as diamonds because of the chill. Her face and hair, wet straggly, slutty.

Mama reached down and found his throbbing cock. She rubbed it slowly along her wet, matted jungle of pussy hair and teased the head with her big cunt lips.

"Come on, Daddy," she said softly. "Come on, 'Mr. Matthews.' Come on, you red hot stud. Fuck me like my cunt's on fire. Pump that big load of dick sauce into Mama's wet hole."

He groaned as she pushed his rod into her pussy, none too gently. Her fingernails scraped his shaft and she leaned up and kissed his nipple. Fuck, he thought. She wants it as bad as I do.

He knelt in the wet grass as the sprinkler system continued to spray. Then he went at it, pounding his wife with his dick in the sloshy garden that was her cunt.

Mama closed her eyes and grunted. Her tits shook. Her pussy creamed. Her hands grabbed his ass and drove him even harder.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she said between thrusts. "Fuck me in my wide open spaces."

He felt like the engine of a '54 Ford, pumping its way up a mile-long hill -- full throttle, unrelenting, working its way into the red zone.

"Oh, god," he said, feeling himself near the crest. "Oh, god, oh, fuck, oh, jezus, MAMA!"

She was right there with him. Feeling the power of his cock taking her up the rise.

"Daddy!" she said. "Oh, fuck, DADDY!"

They slammed into each other, Daddy's dick pummeling her womb with an explosion of semen. Mama's pussy drenched, swollen ... sucking him into the maelstrom of her orgasm.

He crashed into her, balls drained, biceps feeling like butter. He put his head on her shoulder and felt her wet soft tits under his chest.

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