A Call With Mom Ends With A Dick In My Ass

When we get back to our room, I strip down, and am about to head to the shower. My mother’s ring tone stops me dead in my tracks. I let out a heavy sigh. I am not in the mood to listen to her endlessly prattle on. Then there is the fact that I am worn out from all the fun I had aboard the Salty Dog and am not sure I can handle another orgasm right now.

Ever since I gave Paul a week-end of free use, he has had a perverse obsession with making me come whenever I talk to my mom on the phone. I know it is juvenile behavior and probably should put an end to it. But I find his eating my pussy a much more pleasurable experience than listening to Mom go on for 20 minutes, telling about some distant cousin whom I have never met and the hardship that befell her while on vacation 30 years ago.

I consider ignoring the phone and calling her back when I am alone. But I know that if I do not answer, she will just call back convinced that I am in mortal danger. Before I can decide what to do, Paul snatches up the phone and answers. I give out a long sigh. Familiar with the routine by now, I lie down on the bed and spread my thighs, holding out my hand for the phone.

But Paul is in a chatty mood today. “Hello Helen. I don’t know that I thanked you yet for the beautiful wedding you and your husband gave us.”

“Consummated the marriage?” He is removing his shirt. “Why yes we’ve done a lot of consummating this week, in fact we were just consummating when you called.”

I snatch the phone from his hand. “Paul is just joking mom. You know how silly he gets sometimes.” I give him an evil glare.

“I doubt that he was joking. A man has certain needs. And you as his wife have a duty to fulfill those needs no matter how distasteful you find it.” I roll my eyes and remind myself that my mother along with her views on women and sex come from a different century. The seventeenth century to be exact.

Paul has freed himself from his shorts and has his cock in hand, shaking it in my direction. I lick my lips and he crawls on the bed.

“How else do you plan on giving me grandchildren? Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to be the only woman on the Auxiliary board who does not have grandchildren?” She will go on this way for a while. I lay the phone next to me so I can enjoy Paul sucking on my nipples.

As usual, mother has impeccable timing and just as Paul is running his tongue over my belly down to my pussy, she realizes I have stopped answering her. “Hello? Are you listening to me?”

“Yes mother, I am here.” Paul’s tongue moves over my slit, and I let out a long groan.

“You sound like you’re sick. Please tell me you didn’t eat any shellfish. One time we went on a family vacation to Atlantic City, and your Aunt Grace just had to try soft shelled crab. Well, I told her she was out of her mind, but do you think she would listen? Oh no, she was the big sis….

I zone out again when Paul begins tracing Xs and Os over my clit. I wrap my thighs around his head holding him tightly in place. I don’t know if I have mentioned this, but my husband is an expert at oral sex. The way he uses his lips and tongue is magical.

“…it ruined the trip for all of us. So, whatever you do, don’t eat the shrimp. You will thank me…”

“I get it mom, no shellfish.” Paul has my clit between his teeth, and I try to end the call. “I love you.”

“Your dad and I love you too…just like we will love our grandbabies….”

When he bites down, a mighty orgasm rips through me, and I cry out into the phone “Holy fuck!”

“Language Young Lady!” What in the world made you utter such profanity?”

“I’m sorry.” Paul now has my knees above my head, and I say the first thing that pops into my head. “A rooster was crowing outside our door.”

“WHAT!?! You need to check out of that hotel right away and report them to the Health Board.”

“Relax Mom. It’s Key West, they are everywhere.” His lips soaked with my juices, Paul gives me a smirk, then presses inward, “I’ve got to go, the cock is pecking at the back door now.”

Just as I click off, Paul slides into my ass. “That’s it baby, use my ass. Use it hard!” He lifts my legs higher, so my calves now rest against his shoulders. Reaching between my legs I finger my pussy. Lifting my hips off the bed I contract tightly around his meaty shaft as it slowly moves in and out. “Oh God, that feels good.” I moan, then growl. “Fuck me hard.”

He grabs my hips and uses his cock, slick with precum, to batter my tight hole. I slap at my clit. Chest heaving, my heavy breasts moving up and down with each thrust, I clutch at the bed sheet. Slipping my hand deep in my sopping pussy, I feel my areolas pucker and my nipples harden, a sure sign I am about to cum. “Don’t stop. Keep going,”

“HARDER!” Paul speeds up, increasing the intensity of his strokes and slams deeper in my ass. I thrash beneath him. He grips my hips tighter, trying to control my spasms as I pound at the mattress.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK.” The orgasm shoots through my body and my ass clenches tightly around Paul. When I let out another scream, it is too much for him. His balls tighten. I grip and squeeze them as he pumps rope after rope of cum in my ass.

When he pulls out, I catch him watching his cum leak from my asshole. I love the fact that he is as perverted as I am.

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