She fed her tits to him, the way she'd fed them to Betsy when her daughter was a baby. But she was no baby now, was she? Betsy was up in the woods with Jim's two sons, doing the same things that Jim and her mother were doing here at the house. I hope she's having as good a time as I am, Molly thought, moaning while Jim's teeth gnawed at the ends of her tits.
His finger was still in her pussy, jabbing, and she groaned in protest. But Jesus, her cunt was lubing itself all over again. The walls of her pussy tunnel oozed their hot juices, and his fingerfucking became faster, greater, ranging deeper and deeper into her totally turned-on pussy.
"Fuck me, Jim!" she whispered as he nursed her tits. "Fuck me just the way you did when we were teenagers. God, where have all the years gone? Let's make it 1965 all over again. Let's pretend that we haven't wasted all the years between with this ridiculous family feud. Oh, damn you, fuuuuuck meeeee!"
He got her up on her knees, her head hanging over the back of the love seat. He wedged his knees onto the cushion behind her, and he rammed his cock into her cunt, shoving all the way home in one quick vicious stab. Molly arched back as his long fat cock hit the bottom of her pussy well, and she gave a piercing cry of acceptance. He began to push in and out of her cunt, fucking for all he was worth. Again and again he banged the bottom of her pussy, and she moaned and squirmed and creamed with each thrust.
"Oh, Jesus, what a way to kill a Saturday!" Betsy sighed, as she and Amy entered the backyard. They were both walking bowlegged, and Betsy's asshole was so sore she didn't know if she'd be able to sit down for a week, but she was gonna get a cock jammed up her shithole again, just as soon as she could catch one of the. Robbins boys with his prick stiff! She held Amy's hand, and the two teen cousins rubbed their hands together as they walked back to the house.
With any luck, maybe Mom had gone out to the store or something, and they could sneak a quickie on the back porch, like they had yesterday. Betsy still hadn't gotten her fill, though she and Amy had fucked the Robbins boys' pricks down to limp useless dangles.
Shit! Mom's car was still in the driveway. Betsy looked around the edge of the house.
"Wow, Amy!" she said. "Look there." All Amy could see was a pickup truck, parked down by the road. "It's Jim Robbins' truck," Betsy explained. "Jesus, what could he be doing over here? Mom would just as soon shoot him as look at him. I told ya, there's a feud between our families that's lasted for hundreds of years. Come on, let's see what's up." She led the way up onto the back porch, tiptoeing just in case there might be an argument going on inside.
In the kitchen, there was no one. The refrigerator door stood open, and Amy closed it.
"Bet! Look!"
A pair of faded jeans lay on the floor by the sink, with a pair of heart-dotted white panties atop them. Amy looked at Betsy, who shook her head.
"Not mine, either," Amy whispered. "Oh, Bets! Listen!"
The oddest noises were coming from the other end of the house -- a creaking sound, as if someone were bouncing up and down on upholstered furniture, and with it the husky panting sound of voices. Amy's eyebrows lifted. She looked at Betsy.
"No way!" Betsy whispered. But she didn't look so sure.
The teen cousins crept into the front room, walking like deer in the snow. The parlor door was ajar, and Amy peeked around it. Her face registered the shock. Betsy edged her aside and looked for herself.
Betsy's mom was on the love seat, her head hanging over the back end. She was stark naked, and behind her was Jim Robbins, equally naked, humping hard against Molly's ass. There was absolutely no question that he was fucking her. The girls could hear the swishing of his cock as it reamed in and out of Molly's cunt, and they could see Molly's physical reaction to each stroke that came ramming up her pussy. Jesus, they could smell the aroma of hot pussy, from ten feet away!
The cousins looked at each other. Betsy was shocked, and Amy found the sight so exciting she felt like sticking fingers up her pussy and jerking off while she watched. She clutched the crotch of her shorts and gave her hot cunt a squeeze. Her clit began throb and her pussy labes oozed their juicy moisture.
"Wanna try something different?" Jim asked, giving his prick a wicked twist inside Molly's cunt. "The one thing we never got around to when we were kids? I'd love to put it up your ass, Molly. I bet you never tried that before, but I know you'd like it. What do you say?"
Molly just gasped. "Have I said no to anything yet?" she panted, trying to chuckle. "I've never tried it before, but right now, there's nothing I wouldn't take a stab at. Go ahead, Jim, stick it up my ass. Fuck me like a bitch! Fuck me hard and hot! Ooohhh, I want your cum squirting inside me again -- I don't care which fuckin' hole you do it in! I'm gonna come like a volcano when you go off anyway, you beautiful horny bastard!"
"Here goes, Molly," he grunted, sliding his cock out of her wet cunt and spreading her asscheeks. She reached back to lend a hand. What was possessing her? she wondered as she opened herself. She'd never even dreamed of getting fucked in the ass. But here, now, with this man out of her past, she'd try anything.
And why not? She was divorced, he was a widower. They lived on adjoining property. Her daughter and niece were already fucking his two sons. Why not made a big happy family out of the arrangement? His cock began to screw its way into her virgin ass and she gave a wailing cry of panic, even though she continued to spread her asscheeks, dilating the small tight asshole he was bent on fucking.
The big swollen head of his cock, purple and slick with pussy juice wedged into the opening, and Molly grunted. She knew how it felt for shit to pass out her asshole, but getting something shoved up it was a brand-new experience.
"Stick it in!" she taunted. "I thought you wanted to fuck my ass, not just play around with it!"
"Like this?" he teased, and his cock plunged.
Molly Lawrence screamed at the penetration. Her niece and daughter, peeking around the edge of the door, both gasped as they witnessed the force with which Jim Robbins banged into Molly's asshole. Both of them automatically grabbed at their own asses, wincing in sympathetic response. And they kept on rubbing their asses as they watched, their hot young bodies swaying almost unconsciously, moving in time with the rhythm of the ass fucking they were witnessing.
"I bet those guys inherited the knack from their daddy," Amy whispered softly and solemnly to Betsy.
Her fingers moved through the crack of her ass, stroking through her shorts. She could feel an excited tingling back there, a tingling that spread through her whole body. She stuck her hand inside her panties, and she touched the pink cunt opening -- that wasn't nearly as tight as it had been before her parents had shipped her down to Meigs County and she'd encountered Chad Robbins' oversized cock.
The tip of Amy's finger entered her asshole and started to work in and out in short, kinky penetrations. She almost giggled out loud when she realized that Betsy was doing the same thing, with her hand inside her own shorts. She leaned over and kissed Betsy on the lips. Betcha they could go up to Betsy's room right now and fuck their brains out, with all the moaning, screaming, and bed rattling that went along with it, and Aunt Molly probably wouldn't even notice.
"God, God, God," Molly gasped, experiencing an ass-fuck for the first time in her thirty-six years. She was glad she'd waited, and saved one experience until she was old enough to really appreciate it. She'd never thought of her asshole as an erogenous zone before, but every time Jim plunged his cock home, it seemed that a cupful of goo oozed out of her pussy. She cupped her cunt and stuck a finger up inside, then added two more when they weren't enough to scratch all the itches that raged within her cunt.
She flicked her clit with a fingernail, and felt a savage pang rip through her body. Jim's cock was doing some ripping too, stretching her ass chute to the breaking point, and maybe beyond. He barreled all the way to the bottom of her ass passage, hitting hard when he was inside her to the limit, even though his cock was too long for all of it to fit inside Molly.
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bsp; He crammed her all the same, thrusting home and wiggling his cock around, and she screamed again, hating him for hurting her and loving him for hurting her, all at the same time.
"Molly!" he moaned, his voice tight and choked. She knew he was gonna come. One more stroke on the clit and she'd be there too. Her thumbnail flicked the extended, slick clit button and Molly Lawrence stopped resisting. Her pussy exploded, and her asshole snapped shut tightly around Jim's thrusting prick. He managed to give her two or three more strokes, but they rocked her entire body with the energy he poured behind them, and then his prick shot hot squirting jizz straight up Molly's rippling asshole.
He came out of her, his cock starting to soften, cum still dripping from the tip of his melting cockrod. "I haven't had a piece of ass that satisfied me so much since 1965," he said.
She turned around, her brown eyes glowing.
"You remember?"
"How could I forget? You were my very first fuck," he smiled. Molly had never known that. A guy as handsome, at eighteen, as Jim Robbins had been -- surely he'd put his prick into every girl in Meigs County before he got around to her. To think that they'd both been cherries at the time! Oh, God, where had their lives gone in the meantime? So much time lost! Could they ever pick up where they'd left off in 1965? Molly rubbed her gorgeously fucked ass and thought about how they were already making a good start.
Suddenly Molly looked up. "Oh, God!" she said, throwing up her hands to cover her tits. Jim turned, laughing when he saw the two cousins peeking round the door.
"Nice moves, Mom!" Betsy giggled.
"I take it this means the Robbins/Lawrence feud is now officially over?" Amy put in.
"And something a lot more fun is beginning," Jim said, slipping his arm around Molly. "For all of us."
THE END
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