Lois wrapped her hair in a towel and put on a robe. Alan hardly looked up from his newspaper as she walked into the kitchen.
“Morning,” she said.
“Hey,” he replied. Another minute of silence as he read. Then, “Coffee’s ready.”
She poured a cup, added some sweetener and sat down at the table.
Alan read the Sports section. Lois closed her eyes for a minute and gathered her thoughts. Thursday sales meetings suck, she thought.
She looked at Alan, but he was buried in box scores.
“Jules texted me,” she said. “She’s coming home next weekend.”
“That’s good,” he said.
She took another sip.
“Yeah,” she said.
* * *
She sat down in her cube at 7:50 a.m., as usual. Email, voice mail, snail mail and faxes. So many urgent communications from people she barely knew. Coffee and a peck on the cheek from the man who supposedly loved her madly.
She spent an hour or so answering the big stuff, then opened her spread sheet for April. Let’s see what they’re gonna bite me for today, she thought with a sigh.
Marion arrived, half an hour late as usual. She ignored Lois and immediately began telling Greg a long giggling story about cute guys and bar-hopping.
Lois studied the sales report and rolled her eyes.
Was I ever really in my 20s? she wondered.
Well, yeah, she realized. Twenty years ago.
Now a little rounder, considerably mellower. Her days of lighting up the boys well behind her … but who would want to live through that again anyway?
Listen to her, Lois thought as Marion chattered on. She’s still a cheerleader.
Lois’ office phone rang.
“Rodgers-Grant Real Estate,” she answered.
“Good morning, you hot, fabulous babe,” he said.
Lois blushed and sank as low as she could in her chair.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I told you to never call me on this phone!”
“I need to see you,” he said.
“I need to see you bad, Mama.”
Even as she seethed and nervously looked around to see if anyone was listening, the sound of his voice stirred her in places Lois didn’t want to acknowledge.
That wasn’t how he meant it … or even said it. But it might as well have been.
“I can’t talk to you now, Daddy,” she said. “You know better than this!”
She hung up the phone before he could reply.
* * *
Clear violation of the rules, Lois thought.
It was true that she hadn’t heard from him in weeks and god knows, she had missed the naughty rush his voice always gave her. But she had always been clear about communication — personal cell phone, text message or personal email, only. Keep it completely out of the workplace.
The real estate agency wasn’t small, but the cubicle farm might as well have been a cubby hole shelf. The last thing she needed was Marion or some other bimbo catching Lois during an unguarded moment on a company phone. What the hell was he thinking just then?
She sighed, and for a moment her face looked tired and pained.
He was thinking the same thing I’m thinking, she thought — that life is too short for long monotonous days in an office … that passion is a fire that fuels itself … that it can’t be contained … and that no one should want to contain it anyway.
He was thinking — and she was now thinking — how good it would feel to fuck. Loud. Hard. Passionate. Everything the office wasn’t.
God, she had missed him.
* * *
She composed herself, then sent him a text. 4 oclock, she said. My bedroom. I’ve missed you, Daddy.
His reply took 30 seconds: I can’t wait to taste you again, Mama.
She sighed again, but this time with a shudder. Taste me, she thought. Oh, god, how she wanted that.
* * *
Lois suffered through the sales meeting, ate a small carton of blueberry yogurt, then went to work on her call list. At 3:15, she walked into Grant’s office.
“I’m not feeling well,” she said. “Would it be ok if I left early?”
“Sure, Lois,” Grant replied. “Get some rest. Hope you feel better soon.”
There are worse places to work, she thought, as she walked out the door.
* * *
She drove home slowly, paying close attention to traffic and speed limits. She was a careful driver anyway, but her extra attentiveness was almost a necessity today. Her pussy was a hot, wet puddle. It was a wonder her whole body hadn’t melted along with it.
She picked up the mail and unlocked the front door. Socks the cat purred a hello and followed her upstairs.
Every instinct Lois had told her to take a shower or at least a sponge bath. But Daddy liked her wet and randy. It was the same reason he begged her to keep her bush wild and untrimmed.
“Your secret garden,” he told her once. “It’s like breathing in a basket of hot-house flowers. I love the perfume of your cunt.”
She began to relax and even enjoy her muskiness as she undressed. No one had ever ignited her inner fire the way Daddy did.
She considered her wardrobe choices. What color is the Homeland Sluttiness Alert level today? she thought with a smile. Here we go … Black with a touch of Whorehouse Red.
He wants a hot, juicy fuck? I’ll give him a hot, juicy fuck …
* * *
Daddy climbed confidently up the stairs, loosening his tie as he approached her bedroom. He knocked tentatively on the door.
“Come in,” she said.
He opened the door and froze in his tracks. She was lying on the day bed, dressed in black stockings, 5-inch heels and a bustier. Her nails were long and shimmering from the sexy red polish she had applied. She wore her strawberry blonde hair up, a different look for her, and he could see the studs in her fat nipples gleam in the candlelight.
“Hi, Daddy” she purred.
“Oh, baby,” he said with a low growl.
She loved to surprise him. Beneath the conservative trappings required by work, church and community, she tended a secret fire. Her Presbyterian upbringing had tried to tamp out that part of her through guilt and demands for repentance. But Big Daddy had discovered her smoldering core. He blew in her ear and teased her voluptuous body in ways that brought the coals to a roar. And it was that fire now that glowed from her hazel eyes as she urgently fucked herself with a vibrator.
Daddy was breathing hard, and it wasn’t from climbing the stairs. Her legs were spread wide, and the bushy red hair of her cunt poked out from either side of her thin black thong — like weeds in an overgrown lawn.
Mama tweaked a nipple with her red nails and moaned.
“Come here, Daddy,” she half whispered.
He walked into the room, feeling his cock grow hard in his slacks. The vibrator hummed softly. He could smell her pussy.
He leaned down and kissed her. Her tongue shot into his mouth and he could taste champagne on her breath.
“Oh, god, baby,” he said.
He kissed her neck, enjoying the access he had to her flesh because her hair was up. He nuzzled her lower, past the string of pearls she wore, down to her soft, full bosom. He bit her left tit, then greedily sucked her nipple.
“That’s right, Daddy,” she moaned. “Suck Mama’s big titties.”
She clicked the vibrator into another gear as he chewed on her jugs. He looked down her chubby tummy, inhaling the scent of her perfume mixed with the wanton smell of her pussy and watched as she continued to frig herself under the thong.
Daddy unzipped his pants. His dick sprung free.
It felt like an iron rod between his legs, and he began stroking it while he bit her nipples.
He loved the studs she wore. No one in her circle of family, friends or co-workers could have imagined she — of all people — had pierced nipples or a tattoo on her ass. But that was part of the thrill — secret, but tangible evidence of her hidden fire.
Mama moved the vibrator directly to her clit, and Daddy sucked her tits harder.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said. “I’m gonna fuckin cum!”
She moaned and arched her back, stuffing her fat breasts in Daddy’s face. He licked her nipple, then nibbled gently.
“Oh, FUCK!” she said. She moaned and writhed as Daddy and the vibrator drove her over the edge.
“JESUS, GOD!!” she said. “Oh, GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!”
Her moans grew louder. Her orgasm filled the room, spun her soul through the roof and then into space.
Her hair was damp and her breath ragged. She turned off the vibrator and Daddy lifted his head. He kissed her lightly on the lips and smiled.
“Hey, baby,” he said. “Welcome back to Earth.”
“That was fucking amazing,” she said.
She sat up, and Daddy was treated to the sight of her big, heavy tits spilling toward the floor. He loved her generous body. She was plump in places she didn’t care to be, but her big, white breasts and heart-shaped ass turned him on in ways he couldn’t describe.
Daddy stood up and for the first time, Mama seemed to notice his throbbing cock.
“Whatcha got there, big boy?” she whispered.
She took the shaft into her right hand, then reached out with her left hand and lightly scratched his nuts with her fuck-red fingernails. Daddy groaned involuntarily with pleasure.
“Daddy’s got a big ol’ hard-on,” she said. “And I’ll bet he’d just love to shoot a hot messy load of sperm all over Mama’s pretty face now, wouldn’t he?”
He moaned again and stepped closer to her, his cock just a few inches from her mouth. She leaned forward and gave his dickhead the tiniest of licks with the tip of her tongue.
“Well, guess what, Daddy,” she continued. “You’re going to have to wait on that juicy release. You broke the rules today when you called me at the office, and now you’re gonna have to make amends.”
Daddy smiled uncertainly, but the look on Mama’s face said she wasn’t kidding.
He cleared his throat. “What sort of amends did you have in mind?” he asked.
“I want you to take off your clothes and lie down on your back,” she said. “Then I’m gonna sit on your face. I want you to lick my hot pussy until I tell you to stop. You’re gonna be my fuck toy tonight.”
Mama’s dirty talk made his balls ache. She was still raking her claws gently under them, but now she stopped. She cupped his heavy sack in her palm and gave him a smoky look.
“C’mon, Daddy,” she said softly. “Take off those clothes and eat Mama’s cunt.”
She didn’t have to ask again.
He stripped and lay back on the king-size bed, never taking his eyes off her beautiful body. Her tits jiggled as she climbed on the mattress beside him.
She slid the thong off her shapely legs, then reached up and held it over his nose.
“Want to lick the bowl?” she asked with a giggle.
She dropped the sopping panties on his face. He could smell her steamy twat in the silky material. He stuck out his tongue to taste, and Mama stuffed the crotch into his mouth. He let out a muffled moan. God, she was hot.
“If you think that’s good, just wait till you taste the real cookie,” she said.
She teased his mouth with her panties, rubbing them on his nose at times, then taking them away and holding them up to her own face. She stuck out her tongue again and made an exaggerated show of licking and sucking the cum-stained thong herself. Then she leaned down and gave Daddy a long, wet kiss.
“Time to go to work, Daddy,” she said.
She straddled his face with her ass over his nose, her tits pointing toward his cock. Her pussy was wild, wet and bushy. She smelled so ripe and delicious. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue again.
“Oh, god, Daddy,” she said. “That’s right, baby. Fuck my hot juicy cunt with your tongue.”
She leaned forward a little, putting her hands on his chest for balance. Her position gave him a little breathing room. Her hairy pussy covered his mouth, but her big round ass was a couple of inches away from his nose. Daddy enjoyed the backdoor view as he wiggled his tongue in her creamy hole.
“Oh, yeah, Daddy, that’s it,” she said. “Eat Mama’s cunt, you bad boy. Slurp up all that tangy Mama juice.”
She rode his face hard, rubbing her matted pussy all over his mouth and beard. She was hot and wet, and he couldn’t get enough of her. She moaned and squealed and cheered him on.
“Tongue-fuck me, you hot mama fucker,” she said. “Tongue-fuck me good!”
He kept it up, letting her direct him to her pleasure spots — sucking her thick, meaty pussy lips one moment, spinning her clit with his tongue, the next.
She watched her fat boobs jiggling in the mirror. Her face was flushed and the hungry look in her eyes startled her a little. Jesus, she thought. I look like a wild animal.
Her orgasm was building and it was all she could do to keep from tumbling over the edge again. But she wanted something .. something more … something filthy …
“Daddy,” she said hoarsely. “Daddy … stop!”
He stopped licking as she slid off his mouth and onto his chest. The cool air felt good after so much eating of Mama’s humid snatch. He licked his lips, still enjoying her taste.
“Daddy,” she said softly. “I want you to do something for me … something else.”
“What would you like, baby? I’ll do anything.”
“Daddy,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “I want you … I want you to rim me … rim my asshole … with your tongue. I want you to eat my ass … and make me cum … all over your face.”
He couldn’t believe how hot and wanton she had become. They had never done this before, but the thought was so dark and daring, his cock throbbed just thinking about it.
“Spread your cheeks, sweet Mama,” he said. “I’ll tongue-fuck your asshole till you sing soprano.”
Her sexy smile lit up the mirror.
“Till the fat lady sings?” she asked with a laugh.
She tucked her knees under her and leaned over, smothering Daddy’s cock with her big titties. Then she reached back and spread her big ass as wide as she could, giving Daddy the extra thrill of seeing her red nails contrasting nicely against her creamy white buns.
Daddy looked at the pink rosebud before him and stuck out his tongue once more.
“Holy fuck!” she said hoarsely. “Oh, Daddy, that feels so fuckin good!”
The funky musk of her ass blended with her pussy juice in his mouth. It took some work to stuff his tongue into her tight sphincter, but he had never been so turned on his life. Her big floppy tits wrapped around his dick every time she leaned forward, and Daddy drilled her dirty asshole with everything he had.
“Oh, fuck ME!” she squealed. “Oh, Daddy, stuff my asshole with your tongue. Make me your hot little ass whore. Fuck my big juicy butt!”
He reached up with both hands and carefully opened her anus with his index fingers.
“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” she cried. “Oh, Daddy, eat me a little more first. Then grease up your fingers and fuck my nasty hole!”
With his fingers gently holding her open, Daddy pushed his tongue deeper than it had ever been into her hot sexy fanny. Mama screamed and smothered his dick with her boobs. She reached back with her hand and furiously fingered her wet cunt while Daddy kissed and sucked her ass.
“Oh, god! Oh, GOD!” she said. “I’m ready, Daddy! I’m ready! Grease up your fingers and fuck your hot Mama!”
Her free hand somehow found a tube of lube on the night table. She handed it back to Daddy, never taking her asshole away from his charging tongue. He coated his left index finger and once more slowly plumbed her anus.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!” she screamed. “It hurts so fuckin good, Daddy!!!”
He was soaked with her ass juice and cum. Her mouth had found his dick by now. A good thing because the thick meat muffled her screams. Daddy continued fucking her ass with his tongue and his fingers. He could hear her own fingers fucking the hell out of her sloppy pussy.
She spat out his cock and panted like a bitch in heat.
“Daddy,” she said again. “I want your big dick. I want it bad, Daddy. Drive that fucker up my ass!”
She rolled to the side to let him up. He stood on the floor beside the bed and she turned her big beautiful ass toward him. Her hairy cunt and asshole were gaping. He admired the big pretty rose tattooed on her left butt cheek while he smeared the gooey lube all over his cock. Then he nudged the head into her anus.
“Let’s take it easy, hot Mama,” he said. “A little bit at a time until you get used to it, ok?”
“Ok, Daddy,” she said. “And then you’ll pound the shit out of me?”
“Whatever you want, sweet Mama. Whatever you want.”
She gasped as her anal walls involuntarily flexed against his intrusion. But after a few moments, she relaxed, and Daddy slowly pushed his cock forward. He held onto her big soft cheeks like they were pillows and enjoyed the feeling of her virgin butt tightly gripping his hard rod. He looked at her flushed sexy face in the mirror and enjoyed the sight of her big tits hanging over the mattress like great pieces of fruit.
He began with short, easy strokes, helping her get used to fucking. In a few moments, she was thrusting her ass back to meet him, slowly picking up speed and rhythm.
“Feels … so … fuckin … good,” she grunted. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me, hard!”
She had found her vibrator again and held it buzzing on high speed against her clit and her pussy hole.
“Fuck my big ass, Daddy! Fuck!”
He could feel the vibrator through the thin wall of her pussy as he continued to poke her ass. He could feel something else too. The start of a huge wave deep in his balls, ready to blow out of his prick.
He closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment, hearing only their grunts and moans, feeling only her hot gripping ass, seeing only stars.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, Mama!” he said at last. “Mama, I’m gonna cum!”
“Give me your dick, Daddy!” she gasped. “Shoot that big juicy load all over my face!”
She pulled away from his cock at last, her ass making a loud nasty noise as the air rushed out of her opening.
She quickly turned around and sat on the bed in front of him, vibrator still dancing in her wet quim.
“Stroke it off, Daddy,” she panted. “Hose me down with your hot fuckin jizz.”
She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
“C’mon, Daddy,” she said. “Blast your hot fuckin ass whore.”
The first spurt splattered her upper lip and nose. She smiled hungrily and licked it off her lips. Daddy’s dick exploded like a thunder cloud, peppering her beautiful face and hair with fat gobs of cum. His thick, sticky goo ran down her chin and dribbled onto her big titties.
“Oh, fuck, Mama, that is so fuckin hot!” he said.
She let the cum rain onto her skin while she pressed the vibrator against her clit.
“OHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” she cried. “OH, DADDY, I’M FUCKIN CUMMING!!!!!!!!”
She kept her eyes closed, oblivious to the messy load of spunk Daddy had pumped all over her. She rode the vibrator like a cock, stuffing her hole and frigging her clit at the same time.
Her body erupted again, a volcano of orgasm. She fell back on the bed, tits bouncing gently with the impact, her pussy and ass splayed wide open as she tried to find her way back to Earth.
* * *
Alan lay down on the bed beside her and pulled her to his chest. He kissed her gently through the cum and reached for a towel to wipe her off.
Lois smiled at the loving gesture and for a minute, her eyes teared up.
“It’s been way too long since Daddy came to see me,” she said, half-pretending to pout.
“If Mama fucks Daddy like that again, it’ll be a wonder if his dick stays on,” he said.
She laughed and snuggled up to him.
“I know how busy we both get,” she said. “But we need to make more time for ourselves. I think we’re both worth it.”
He looked down at his beautiful, amazing wife.
“We sure are, baby,” he said. “We sure are.”