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Deep Crotch Mother Chapter 13 & 14Marcella acted funny tonight! Thad thought as he drove away from the old housewhere she had rented quarters for herself and her c***dren. When I told her aboutBarnaby Rhodes, she didn’t seem sure if she would help me with him or not. Well, Iguess she needs some more loving from the master hand of yours truly. Too badshe has those k**s with her or I would have spent the night there, and the devil withDotti! I don’t need her any more.That cute little Beth! he mused with a glint in his dark, satanic eyes. Now she wouldbe some fucking! I’ll bet she doesn’t even have hair on her cute cunt yet! She hashardly any tits-just bee-stings starting to push out. What I’d give to be able to showher what it’s all about!He squirmed behind the steering wheel, getting a hard-on just from thinking aboutbeing with Marcella’s twelve-year-old daughter.He turned into the alley that ran next to the real estate office and parked in the back,as Dotti had directed. Glancing about, he saw no one. He got out of the car, walkedto Dotti’s back door, and let himself into her apartment.“Dotti?” he called.“I’m here in the kitchen!”Good girl! Thad thought. She’s fixing dinner for us, just as I told her to do!But when he entered the kitchen, he was surprised-and also stimulated-by the scenethat met his eyes: Wearing just a garter belt and black nylons, Dotti was perched onthe kitchen table, with her legs spread. She smiled warmly at him.“How about some antipasto?” she invited, opening her cuntal labia with herfingertips.Since Thad smelled spaghetti cooking on the stove, he didn’t mind fooling around alittle first. Grinning, he pulled a chair up to the table and bent between Dotti’s thighs.“Ooooh, you horny preacher, you!” she exclaimed, and wrapped her stocking-cladlegs around his head as he began to eat her cunt.Thad didn’t slight her just because she had offered herself as a joke, even though hewas hungry for more substantial fare. The tang of cunt whetted his appetite. As anantipasto, it wasn’t half bad.His tongue wiggled up one set of Dotti’s cunt-folds and down the other, working inand out of all the soft, velvety convolutions. Her flavor tickled his tastebuds, and hersteamy scent soon overrode the aroma of the bubbling spaghetti sauce. He workedhis tongue deeper into her warm, tantalizing hors d’oeuvres and slurped up the juicewhich was now gushing. He teased the turgid little pebble of her clit, causing her tobump her bare ass on the table and smear her cunt lavishly against his nose andopen mouth.Finally he wrenched himself free from her serpentine, silken-sheathed legs and liftedhis head, panting for fresh air. He rose and stood before her, his hand moving to thezipper on his pants.“The antipasto was delicious,” he said. “Now how about a breadstick?”He popped it out, and it stood stiffly quivering.“Jesus, that’s a whole loaf!” Dotti groaned, and slid forward off the table.Thad wouldn’t let her kneel yet. “Wouldn’t you like to spread something on it?” heasked. “How about some cream cheese?”“Yes … yes … !”She hurried to the refrigerator, and he watched her ass quiver. Bending forward, shelet him peep at her black-haired, saliva-moistened cunt from between the tops of herpale thighs while she looked into the fridge.“I don’t have any cream cheese!” she said. “Let’s try this!” She pulled out a jar ofmayonnaise.She uncapped it as she carried it to him, and he took it from her. Guiding his prickwith his other hand, he stuck his hotly throbbing shaft deep into the cool, gooshysubstance in the jar. It came out gobbed with the creamy stuff.“Oooh, you’ve flavored the whole fucking jar for me!” she cried. “I’ll think of you everytime I have a salad or a sandwich!”“Well, think of me right now, why don’t you?”She knelt before him and began to lick the thick, rich mayonnaise off his turgid cock.Her tongue gradually replaced the coolness of the refrigerated dressing with thewarmth of her clear, glistening saliva, and she had cream all around her red mouthby the time she was finished.That sight was so erotically stimulating that Thad forcefully grasped her by the headand speared his prick into her mouth. She glugged, and her eyes widened when shehad her mouth stuffed by his thick, throbbing cock. Nevertheless she began to suckon it.The gentle stroking motions of her o-shaped lips across the ridge of his glans andalong his slippery shaft were not good enough to suit Thad, as wild as he felt rightthen. He grasped her by the ears and painfully jerked her head forward and back ashe fucked her red mouth rapidly.She gurgled and groaned in protest, but he didn’t let up. He kept staring at themayonnaise that ringed her mouth as his prick pumped in and out through theslippery, silken circle of her lips. He wanted to add to the cream on her face. Hewanted to give her a lot more.His balls churned heatedly as he yanked Dotti’s ears harder and faster. The jerkymotions of her body caused her titties to flop. Her eyes were wide and wild. Shegroaned ever louder, istanbul escort but the sound was muffled by Thad’s plugging prick.He felt the heat rise from his nuts, and his shaft quivered between Dotti’s lips.Suddenly he let go of her ears, and she rocked backward, releasing his twitching,hard-throbbing cock. He held the shaft, pointing it directly at her, and his blast caughther full in the face:Splat!Thick, gooey cream struck her nose and cheeks. She shut her eyes just in time toprotect them, and Thad’s second blast hit her eyelids, washing down through herlong dark lashes. He struck her the third time on the mouth, adding immensely to thecreamy ring she’d already had.By the time he was through spurting, the woman had sperm dribbling from hereyelids, nose, cheeks and lips. The goo dripped off the point of her chin.Thad smiled sardonically.Dotti was furious, sputtering and moaning. She began to paw blindly at her face.Thad grabbed a napkin from the table and handed it to her.“You lousy son of a bitch!” she said when she finally rose to her feet, still spitting andsputtering. “Just for that, I shouldn’t serve you any supper.”Thad drew her into his arms. “I’ll make up for it later,” he promised.“Yeah?”“You can depend on it.”Thad was as good as his word, most of the time, and this was no exception. Twohours later, after a satisfying meal, accompanied by a bottle of wine and enoughcuddling and sweet talk to make Dotti feel appreciated again … he ended up on topof her in bed.His prick was like a locomotive driveshaft, working tirelessly and steadily … strokingdeeply and forcefully through the slippery, hair-fringed hole between her legs. In andout, in and out, he fucked her as the minutes passed. Dotti reached height afterheight.Thad kept going, twisting his head from time to time and swooping to seize adancing brown nipple which he stretched upward, shaking her tit. He let the nipple gowith a tingling snap and kept stroking … stroking … stroking into her man-hungrycunt.Finally, as she begged for mercy, he reached underneath her, squeezed herasscheeks together, and fucked furiously, giving her the best orgasm of all as hespurted twitchingly in her hot box … putting out the flames of her passion for a fewhours, at least.In the early morning he awoke with her astride him, in her favorite posture, pumpingher voracious cunt on his slick pole as he gazed at her bobbing ass in the moonlight.And they finished as they had begun.Chapter f******n“Oh, I don’t know, Thad,” Marcella said, obviously troubled. ‘The Lord doesn’t seemto be speaking to me now. When I don’t hear His voice, I don’t know what to do.”“But I’m telling you what to do,” Thad insisted. “The Lord has told me we must leasethat hall which Barnaby Rhodes owns, and you are the only one who can persuadeBarnaby to lease it to us. You see, he is a Baptist. He has yet to reach an exaltedstate of awareness.”Marcella turned away. “Perhaps I’m no longer in an exalted state myself. I didsomething wrong, and I believe the Lord has abandoned me to the devil.”“sister Marcella! Such a thing cannot happen. The Lord doesn’t abandon his own.Uh, just what did you do that was so bad?”She faced Thad. “I had sex with a woman.”“Shit!”“Why did you say that?”Thad forced a smile.- “I was merely surprised. I’m sorry. What woman were you withyournew landlady?”“No,” Marcella replied matter-of-factly. “It was your housekeeper-Edna.”“You mean, back in Centerville? Before you left?”“No, right here. Yesterday. Edna came to Floyd’s ranch, looking for you.”“SHIT!”“Well, it’s not that I’m jealous, Thad. I realize jealousy is a sin.”He grasped her by the shoulders and shook her. “Why didn’t you tell me that cuntwas in town?”Marcella stared at him, wide-eyed. “Oooh, please don’t use such filthy language! Andy-you’re hurting me!”He let her go. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?”“I was confused and upset. I didn’t want to talk about what happened. But now Irealize I must face it and admit I did wrong.”“Why in the world did you have sex with Edna?”“It just sort of happened. She attacked me and threw me onto the ground. She sat onme and ripped my dress. And then, before I knew it, she was sucking one of mynipples and … and … I liked it! Oooh, Thad, I climaxed with her so strong! But thatwasn’t the power of the Lord that was working. It was the devil that had hold of me.I’m afraid that the Lord has given me up and that the devil owns me now!”“Mama, what’s the matter?” young Beth asked as she entered the room. “What areyou yelling about?”“It’s nothing, dear,” Marcella said, seeking to reassure the c***d. “Now just go back toyour game with Timmy.”Thad suddenly got an idea, one of the most wicked that his devilish mind had everconceived, and he smiled broadly.“How would you like to go for a ride with me, Beth?” he invited.“Oh, yes!” the twelve-year-old cried. “Mama, may I?”Marcella turned questioning eyes to the pastor.“I want to take a avcılar escort little tour of the area,” he told her. “I realize that you’re busy, gettingsettled in this apartment. Your c***dren and I should get better acquainted, anyway.”“Yes, of course. Perhaps Timmy would like to go, also.”“Some other time,” Thad said quickly. “Come on, Beth. I’ll have her home in a coupleof hours,” he added over his shoulder as he ushered the c***d out.If Marcella won’t help me with old Barnaby, I’ll get her daughter to do so, he wasthinking. A man of Barnaby’s age would probably appreciate some real young stuff.Too many years of playing God had pushed Thad over the line into madness. Hewas able to justify in his own mind anything he wanted to do, however capricious oroutlandish, regardless of whom it hurt.His penis twitched in his trousers as he guided young Beth to his car. He wasthreatening to get a hard-on even before he began with her.He was so intent upon his perverse plan that he didn’t notice the car parked mid-wayup the block, a man and woman seated inside it. The woman’s red hair would haveattracted his attention if he had glanced that way, and he would have recognized herimmediately.The other car pulled away from the curb and followed him as he drove toward theoutskirts of town …Marcella felt desolate. She couldn’t shake the notion that she had fallen from gracewith the Lord. If the devil now owned her, she had no guidelines to follow any more.She strolled listlessly into the next room, where her twelve-year-old son was seatedat a gameboard, waiting for his twin sister to return.“Mama, where’s Beth?” he asked, turning his bright, boyish face in his mother’sdirection.“She went out for a ride with Pastor Polk,” Marcella replied. “They’ll be back inawhile.”“But we didn’t finish our game!” the lad protested. “And just when I was winning!”Marcella moved up beside his chair. “Well, maybe I can finish the game for her. Howdo you play it, anyway?”She leaned forward to look at the game-board as her son started to explain themoves. Inadvertently she allowed a braless breast to rub against the lad’s shoulder.He turned his head and gazed into the valley between his mother’s tits. The danglingglobes, which were very white and soft, were visible nearly to the rims of her nipples.“Mama, I don’t feel like playing the game any more,” Timmy said.“Well, what would you like to do, dear?” Marcella innocently inquired.“I’d like to suck your titties.”She had let Timmy do that when they were in bed, never at any other time. And shehad permitted it only because the Lord had told her it was all right. Wasn’t it naturalfor a c***d to suckle at his mother’s breasts?A surge of forbidden excitement coursed through Marcella, because the fact was thatshe enjoyed very much the feeling and sight of her son’s mouth tugging at hernipples. Perhaps it wouldn’t be bad to let him do it right now, she thought.Why am I even thinking about good and bad any more, she mused, now that theLord has abandoned me?She unbuttoned the top of her dress and let a full, luscious titty pop out. Her son’seyes widened with fascination, and he clutched her exposed, quivery breast. Pullingthe pliant mound to his innocent young face, he clamped his lips around her rosynipple.Marcella shut her eyes in rapture as her son began to suck her tit. She had to remainleaning forward, her titty dangling somewhat. As she squirmed, the soft flesh shookliquidly against Timmy’s mouth. He tugged on her nipple harder and made a muffledmoaning sound.Marcella released her other breast from confinement, so that both her soft whitebeauties hung before the c***d’s face. She slowly shook them to and fro, draggingone stiff nipple from his mouth and shoving the other in. The lurid sound of the ladsuckling at her nipples, and the warm, loving feel of it, thrilled Marcella.She became very hot.As was her custom when she and Timmy were in bed together, she reached into thelad’s lap and freed his young penis from his clothes. Of course, it was very stiff.Marcella began to stroke her son’s adorable upthrust rod, gliding his foreskin up anddown across the ridge of his glans.She got hotter and hotter.The old restraint, which had kept her from going beyond a certain point with Timmybecause the Lord wouldn’t have approved, no longer applied; the Lord didn’t approveof her anyway. She no longer felt she was one of His chosen people.Giving free rein to the i****tuous passion that she felt, Marcella clutched her son’sfree hand-the one that wasn’t holding the plump breast he was sucking-and shedirected that hand up underneath her skirt.Obviously delighted, his little pecker quivering in his mother’s grasp, Timmy wedgedhis hand between her warm, satiny thighs and he felt the enticing softness of hercunt through the sleek nylon that cuddled it.Marcella’s cunt throbbed. Her knees turned weak. She could no longer remainstanding, bent forward as she was. She would have to lie down …It was but a small şirinevler escort additional step to take Timmy to bed, and she did that, wrappingthe youth’s slender body in her arms and hugging him against her soft, bare tits. Shewiggled her abundant warm flesh against his face, and his eager mouth chased hernipples.Of his own accord, the lad re-placed his hand between his mother’s legs, and shesquirmed heatedly as he found her cunt once again. She hated the sleek, thinlystretched nylon that separated his groping fingers from the throbby, fast-moisteningcrevice of her cunt, and she wriggled more actively, hoping her son would get theidea and extend his youthful fingers underneath her panties.He was hesitant, however. Or else he simply didn’t know what to do. But he wasbusy enough, getting his pecker stroked by his mother’s warm, loving hand while hesucked a titty and pawed the other bobbly globe with one hand, continuing to teaseand tickle her sleek panty-crotch with the other.Sticky, warm juice began to seep through the nylon, and it dampened the boy’sfingers. Timmy seemed surprised by that, and he drew his hand back.Giving a groan, Marcella rolled atop him. Straddling his c***dish form, supporting herweight on her elbows and knees so as not to crush him, she worked her hips hotly,grinding her pleasure zone against the youth’s prick, which was sandwiched upwardbetween their bodies. This activity caused her dangling tits to drag to and fro acrosshis face, her stiff nipples jumping in and out of his mouth.“Oooh, my sweet, darling Timmy!” Marcella moaned. “Mama loves you so much!”“And I love you, Mama!” he groaned in reply. “Gosh, this is great!”His hands found their way to her wriggling, writhing bottom which was scarcelycovered by her skirt, and the lad boldly flipped her skirt up to the small of her back.This exposed his mother’s panty-clad curves, and he wrapped his boyish handsaround her vibrating mounds, squeezing them through the filmy nylon.“Pull Mama’s panties down!” she begged, continuing to grind against him. Her heartwas thumping madly, and her throat was dry.Down between her legs, however, she had turned into a swamp. As her son dutifullylowered her underpants, his fingertips touched the gooey-wet inner surface of herpanty crotch. She kicked to help him pull her panties all the way off, then spread herlegs even wider and smacked her sopped cunt against his quivering, bone-hard littlepenis.“Ooooh, Mama!” he cried and, acting apparently on instinct alone, because he’d hadno experience along this line, he started bumping his hips, as if to ram his prick upinto his mother’s hair-fringed hole.There was only one problem: His cock stood against his clothed belly and, while ittickled her clit ecstatically as he rubbed and bumped against her, his rod wouldn’t goup her channel.She got a hand down between them to solve the dilemma, and she raised her hipssufficiently to let her stand her son’s cock at right angles to his body. With a deft twistof her lower region, she caught his pecker’s tip between her passion-flared labia,then voluptuously let her snatch down, enfolding his small prick completely in herslippery warmth.The thrill that went through her at that moment was impossible to measure. It wasthe greatest burst of excitement she had ever known. Moaning and panting, shebegan to rotate her slippery, heated cunt around her son’s little rod.“Mama, that’s the greatest!” he cried, and resumed bumping, this time stroking hiscock up and down in her pleasure-giving hole.“Yesss … yesss … yesss!” she hissed. “Oooh, Timmmmm-eeeee!”She fucked him wildly, turning off her thought processes and stifling her conscienceutterly as she concentrated on the wonderful feeling of her son’s little cock, pumpinginside her body. More than compensating for the smallness of his sexual equipmentwas the fact that his rod was super-stiff and, by bearing down as she worked,Marcella was able to achieve delirious friction on the tip of her clitty.Her tits tossed wantonly against the lad’s face as she screwed like a frenzied mink.Her son gasped and gurgled, clutching the soft, wobbly cheeks of her ass. His ballsassumed a tightness he had never felt in them before, and he realized thatsomething new and wonderful was going to happen to him.His body began shaking, and his penis twitched in the fleshy, wet grasp of hismother’s cunt. Feeling him climax, Marcella was so thrilled that she finished, also,and her vibrating contractions around his cock heightened his own bliss which wasalmost unbearable as he spurted out his first few drops of immature sperm.His mother wrapped him warmly in her arms and legs, rocking his youthful body fromside to side beneath her.“Ooooh, that was wonderful, darling!” she gushed. “Didn’t you just love it?”“Yeah, Mama!” the lad replied, gasping for breath. “Wowww! I never … felt anything… like that before!”“You’re going to feel it a lot from now on.”“Does the Lord say that’s all right?”“Hush!” Marcella exclaimed, feeling a sharp pang. “You just do what your Mamasays and never mind anything else!”If Marcella had felt she was in bad standing with the Lord before, she was certain ofit now. But she felt so good, after the frenzied lovemaking with her son, that shedidn’t care.It was possible to live without the Lord, after all. Look at all the sinners who got awaywith it!

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