She Won't, But Her Mother Will
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Veronica Andrews felt the familiar pressure on her bladder the moment she
awoke. She turned her head and saw the alarm clock on the bedside table showed
12:47, and she rolled out of bed gently not to wake her husband. In silent
bare feet on carpet she quickly and quietly made her way in the dark to the
bathroom.

She did her business in dimmed light, and as she walked out the bathroom door
a surge of curiosity got her attention. By the flickering on the walls, she
could tell that the television was on in the family room, and by the sound of
an occasional giggle and shifting on the couch, Veronica guessed that her
daughter Anne-Marie was not alone.

Veronica considered her options in her mind. On the one hand, she trusted her
daughter, knew she could depend on Anne-Marie to do the right thing, thought
her boyfriend Tom was a decent sort, and knew what kind of embarrassment would
result if she were caught spying on her daughter. On the other hand, she
reasoned to herself, she should really find out what her daughter was up to.
She was dying to know, almost salivating for the knowledge, to be honest with
herself. She carefully and slowly walked step-by-step to the living room.

When Veronica finally caught a glimpse of her daughter and her boyfriend, it
was quite clear that the two had not heard Veronica stir at all that evening.
The two of them were bathed in the glow of the television showing some
late-night talk and comedy show, and from where Veronica snooped around a
corner, she could see Tom's stretched-out and spread feet, and the upper
bodies of each of them.

Veronica drank in every detail. Anne-Marie's shirt was tugged to the side and
half unbuttoned, so that one of her breasts was out in the open, being idly
stroked and rubbed by one of Tom's hands. Anne-Marie was partly turned toward
Tom, and from the way she slightly bent over and worked her arm in repetitive
motions as Tom slouched back into the couch, Veronica realized it was almost
inevitable that her daughter was giving her boyfriend a hand-job. Anne-Marie
bit her lip and seemed intent on her work, some sweat beading on her forehead,
as Tom's head was thrown back, little whimpers and moans emanating from his
mouth.

Veronica's heart was beating so fast now, it felt like it was in her throat
and about to jump out of her mouth. She felt her nipples get hard and pointy
as they pushed against the delicate material of her nightgown. But she
couldn't pull away, her fingers were gripping the edge of the corner she
leaned around so hard she wouldn't have been surprised if they dug into the
drywall. She had never seen her daughter like this. They were somewhat
different as far as mothers and daughters go – the mother dark-haired and
bigger-boned, the daughter with fair brown, almost blonde hair, and a more
delicate build; but in other aspects they were the same – generously
proportioned in hips and breasts, similar full pouty lips, and, they were told
by many, a similar look in their eyes.

Anne-Marie's mother watched as Tom's hand went from Anne-Marie's breast to the
back of her neck, rubbing it, then moving downward, rubbing her back, and down
further to where the mother could not see anymore.

Anne-Marie gave a little smile and a shiver, the motions of her arm, staying
steady, "Hey, what're you doing?"

Tom looked in her eyes, "Mmm, I love these stretchy pants, baby, such easy
access...fuckkk."

Anne-Marie shifted her hips like she was trying to get away, "Hey, c'mon, you
know how I feel about that..."

"Yeah, it's just..." Tom sounded annoyed, "I mean, I want you to Fuck me in my
ass with strapon, you know, I just keep dreaming about it, and--"

"Look, I told you, Tommy!" Anne-Marie batted away Tom's hand with her free
arm. She continued, calmly, "I mean, what's the problem, I go all the way with
you, don't I? Just let me jerk you now, and, first chance I get, we can go all
the way again. Just, uh, stay away from that ass-stuff, ok? C'mon, aren't I
jerking you good?" Her hand continued the motions.

The couple on the couch was quiet again except for a few grunts from Tom.
Anne-Marie brought up her palm, spit on it, and brought it back down below her
mother's eye-level.

After a few moments Tom asked, "So, when we're going all the way next time,
still no anal?"

She stared right in his eyes and shook her head emphatically, "No."

Tom leaned back on the couch for a moment, then quickly leaned forward. "You
know what, fuck this shit. Fuck you. I could give myself a better hand-job
jerking to porn at home." He stood up, at which point Veronica ducked into the
shadows, hoping she was hidden from his sight as he buttoned his pants up and
stormed out. She heard his last words, "You're such a fucking ball-breaking
teasing bitch, Anne-Marie. It's over."

Crouching in the shadows, Veronica heard the front door slam. Little sobs from
the living room turned into audible weeping, then turned into the sound of her
daughter bawling her eyes out. Veronica, lost for anything better to do,
rushed back to her bedroom quickly as she could, and pulled the covers over
her head, where the the sights and sounds she'd witnessed that night played
over and over in her mind

A FEW DAYS LATER:

Tom was smoking a cigarette outside his school when his cellphone rang. He
excused himself from his friends and pulled the phone out. He saw Anne-Marie's
phone number on the display.

The first words that came out of his mouth were blunt, "Listen, just forget
it, I told you we're done, I don't care how hard you're crying."

"Um. Tom, it's not Anne-Marie," said the unexpected voice on the phone. "It's
her mother. Veronica. Mrs. Andrews? Can I talk to you for a few moments?"

Tom was a little surprised and confused, and took a calmer tone as he said,
"I, uh, guess so."

"Listen, Tom, I know you broke up with Anne-Marie, but I don't think you know
how torn up she is about this. She's constantly crying, she won't eat, she
just locks herself in her room...I've never seen my baby like this."

"Look, Mrs. Andrews, I know it's tough, but I'm sure she'll get over it. I'll
be honest here; you're not going to make me go back to her, even if she is
sad. My mind's made up."

Tom could hear her take a deep breath over the phone. "I've been thinking
about that," she said, "I've been thinking about that, and I want you to
listen closely to what I'm about to say, okay? I know that you have
certain...needs. And I'm sure having a steady girlfriend doesn't let you
experiment the way you might want to. So, if you were to decide to take
Anne-Marie back, I think I could...I could do those things for you she
couldn't."

"Hmm."

"Do you understand what I'm offering, Tommy?" he heard her say over his
cellphone. His ex-girlfriend's mother talking to him like this. His cock
stirred in his pants. "You patch this up and be the good boyfriend for
Anne-Marie, and I'll give you what you want." The line was quiet for a moment.
"I know you want anal sex."

"Did Anne-Marie tell you that?"

"Oh no. I don't think she'd be blunt enough to talk that way to her mother."
Tom could hear her giggle a little. "But I can figure these things out. I'm
not wrong, am I?"

"No."

"So what do you think? Anne-Marie is going over to her father's parents with
her dad and everyone else. I'll be home alone this weekend."

The words left Tom's lips before he really thought about them. "Yeah, let's do
it."

*****

Tom pulled his car up to a house that was indistinguishable from all the other
well-kept but anonymous houses in the suburban neighbourhood. He parked in the
driveway and walked to the door carrying a black bag slung over his shoulder.

Veronica answered the door almost as soon as he rang the doorbell.

"Hello Mrs. Andrews."

"Hello Tommy."

"So...nobody else is home?"

"No. No they're not. Come in, please."

Tom walked in and she closed the door behind him. He looked her over. She
seemed a little nervous and quiet, switching her gaze between looking over
Tom, who was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and the tiled floor.

Tom looked at Veronica. She was wearing low-heeled sandals, tight blue jeans
that stopped halfway down her calves, and a black halter top. Her hair was
black and curly, and fell down past her shoulders, though the bangs in front
were trimmed above her eyes.

She clutched one elbow in the other hand and looked at Tom.

"Is this what you were planning on wearing?" he asked her.

"Um, yeah." She was a little confused. "I mean, we're not going out anywhere,
are we Tommy?"

"No. But this isn't going to work. Let's start with heels. Show me where you
have your shoes, let's take a look at what we can pick."

"Oh. Okay, well IIf you want me to fuck in your ass then I'll will be the
boss?" She gave a little smile. Veronica turned and started up the stairs,
took a glance back and saw Tom following. His gaze was intensely fixed on her
ass. The full round cheeks moving, gripped by her jeans, as she ascended the
stairs.

She led him into the carpeted master bedroom. The walls were cream-coloured,
the furniture and decorations muted, respectable; unremarkable. Veronica
pulled the closet open and He pulled out a black pair of heels

Then they went into her drawers of clothes. She picked out a strapon and wore
it on her .

"Now, strip your clothes " she said, "We're going into Anne-Marie's room."

She walked past her. "I'll be on the patio, come down when you're ready."

The house was built on a slope so that one side of the basement opened out
into the backyard. Veronica stood just outside, leaning against the wall by
the sliding doors of the rec room in tight blue jeans, her high heelsnd a
black halter top weaing a strapon on her and then a hesitant voice saying,
"I'm ready."

Tom poked his head out and glanced at Veronica, saw the hand-rolled cigarette
smoking as she held it in her hand, watched her put it to her lips and inhale,
smelled the heavy sweet tell-tale marijuana smoke when she exhaled. "Oh." he
quietly said. He felt Veronica's eyes looking his naked body up and down and
retreated a few steps inside. Veronica followed him.

"You're a beautiful woman, Mrs. Andrews."

"Thank you, Tommy, but you can call me Veronica."

He Said, "I think I like Mrs. Andrews better. I mean, you are my girlfriend's
mother, right?" He stepped closer.

Veronica put her hands down to his hips and pushed him toward the small bar in
the rec room, "Get on a barstool, come on."

Tom climbed on, facing Veronica his thighs spread out, with his quicker
breathing as his sparkling eyes looked at her.

"No no no," She said, and spun him around along with the rotating barstool, "I
wanna check that ass out." She put her hand on his back, "Arch that ass out,
c'mon now, lean on the bar, yeaaahhh."

Tom rested his forearms on the bar, leaning forward, arching his back as much
as his young body could allow, feeling his ass hanging off the edge of the
barstool. He felt Veronica's hands run over his cheeks, give them a few light
slaps. "Jesus fuckin' Christ that's a nice ass." Her voice had turned raspy.
Tom looked back over his shoulder and saw a new look in her eyes, her stare
fixated on his large butt sticking out. Veronica said, "Here, hold this," and
handed him the joint, then lowered her face down to the level of his ass.

Tom moaned and started to pant as he felt her face press into his naked ass.
She was pushing her face hard into her daughter's slutty boyfreind's big
cheeks, into that buttocks that he often worried was too large and prominent.
He felt her hot breath on his crack, some of the drool running from her mouth
onto his cheeks and thighs, and heard the muffled moans she was making.

Veonica finally pulled her face out of there, and looked up to the sexy sight
of her daughter's boyfreind sitting on that barstool with that big ass out and
hovering over her face, as she continued to smoke.She pulled her strapon out,
as she kissed up his back, his free hand going around to grope a breast,
pulling her t-shirt up and getting right at those breasts.

"You're so sexy, you know that, Mrs. Andrews. Such a hot mature body, big
thick ass and strong thighs, killer fuckin' MILF tits."

She just said back, "."You're gonna let me get in that ass, aren't you, Tom?
Let me sink my fucking cock deep in that asshole. In that shitter. Fuckin'
anal...buttfucking...shittersex...assfucking," she was gasping, getting more
worked up, "...bareback, No fucking lubricant."

He turned his head and put his hand under her chin, kissing his lips, "No
fucking lubricant, Mrs.Andrews, I need to feel you up my ass. Need to feel
that big plastic cock, too turned on now."

Veronica pulled himself off him and helped him off the stool. Tom saw the size
and thickness of her 12 inch strapon and was pleasantly surprised, "Wow,
you've got a big strapon ,Mrs.Andrews."

She licked his asscrack a few times and running his wet tongue up and down his
crack.

"Ooooh," he cooed and bent over more, looking back at Veronica, his eyes going
down to her big strapon. "Let me suck that cock a bit, Mrs.Andrews, let me
taste it and get it nice and wet before you put it in me."

Veronica had Tom get entirely naked and laid back on the floor. Tom had
planned to do all of this on the couch in the living room, or maybe in a bed,
either his girlfriend's or her mother's, but this was all moving so fast and
he didn't want to stop.

"MMM," Tom moaned and sucked her cock harder as she felt him start dripping
lube on her cock, working it into her cock with one finger, and then two. .
Veronica leaned up and reached back and grabbed the bottle of lube and dripped
some on his ass, stroking it in. "That's it, I can't wait anymore," she said,
"I want to fuck your ass."

She got up and walked over to the green pool table that seemed like the most
well-maintained and cared for thing in the house, and crawled right up on it,
until she sat on the on the felt surface with her heels , her eyes looking
over at Tom and inviting him. Somewhere along the line, Tom realized, her
libido had outgrown his, and he knew that it she would fuck his ass even if he
doen't want her to fuck him.

He moved close to her and put one hand on her Strapon, rubbing it slowly,
feeling its lube, as his other hand stroked his cock. "This your husband's
pool table, Mrs. Andrews?"

She gave him a wicked grin and said"Mmm-hmm. It's his pride and joy."

As she slapped her strapon against his ass,Tom said. "Do you want me to fuck
your pussy a bit first?"

"You can fuck Anne-Marie's pussy anytime, Tommy. Fuckin' do you want me to put
it in your butt...or are you chickening out?"

"Ungh. Fuck Me, Mrs.Andrews," Tom grunted as he sat on fat strapon of his
girlfriend's mother' and started to push in his ass and began to ride it. The
head popped in and she grabbed his hips as she started to push deeper.

Both of them said nothing for a while, just moaning, panting, as that thick
strapon worked its way in and out, opening his asshole up more and more, his
ass riding back on her as much as she pushed into him

Tom leaned his head forward, resting his forehead on her shoulder,as he closed
his eyes and moaned, As her cock pumping in and out of his asshole, "Oooh my
God you're so good, Mrs. Andrews, hot fucking my asshole, God damn."

Veronica's head was low, she was panting as her hair was thrown forward over
her head, concentrating on the feeling, one hand sometimes going to tweak her
own nipple a bit, fondle her breast. "Yessss, Tommy, fucking work me, fucking
ride my cock. Be a bad little boy and ride my cock good. Oh I want you to be
dirty with me."

They kept on fucking, Tom sometimes reaching around her to cup her tits, tas
she slapped slapped his ass. He kept asking her to fuck him deeper and harder,

"Oooh God Mrs. Andrews, your cock is sooo fucking good, ungh. You're gonna
make me blow my load."

She swung her hair around and then looked back at him. "Oh, am I?" She started
shoving her cock back hard into his ass, his sweaty cheeks slapping back on
her loudly on every thrust. "Oh, am I gonna make you cum!?"

Tom tensed up, he was trying to hold it back but couldn't any longer, as she
sunk her cock in deep and he exploded his cum on her body ang thighs, load
after load up on her. Veronica looked at him, reached him and held his body as
he came hard up her body and thighs. She saw a few tears pool at the sides of
his clenched eyelids and start rolling down his sweaty face.

Tom looked back at her with a kind smile, "My ass is getting pretty sore,
Mrs.Andrews."

"Oh geez, sorry," she responded, and pulled her strapon cock out of his ass
and sat him on her thighs. He saw her jeansfilled full with his cum. He saidl.
"Sorry Mrs. Andrews, I meant to do cum somewhere but sorry for cumming on your
jeans and body, I just got kind of carried away."

When she Climbed him off her lap and stood beside him she cupped his chin and
kissed him, "Don't worry honey, you were wonderful." They kissed again for a
longer time, her strapon pressed against the side of his ass, his hands
rubbing her tits. "Lets maybe go upstairs, like you said." She pulled off her
shirt entirely and headed toward the stairs to the main floor, while Tom
followed behind, leaving all his scattered clothes but grabbing his bag.

Mrs. Andrews was still in her heels and he watched her ass as she walked,
movements exaggerated even more because she was feeling so sexy in her tight
jeans and with strapon He could see some glistening cum running on her body
and jeans.

She stared at him for a moment and then gave a loud "HA! You've got a lot to
learn." She walked the rest of the way up the stairs and into the living room.
"You want to watch some TV?" She curled up on one of the large couches,
resting on one hip with her sore and cum-streaked jeans, where Tom sat down.
She raised her eyebrow, "What else have you got in that bag? You seem really
attached to it."

"Some more weed. If you want some." She nodded. "He handed her a joint he had
pre-rolled and a lighter. "And, um, this DVD of my favourite anal porn scenes.
I was like thinking we could watch it while we fuck."

She light the joint and exhaled a big cloud. "Throw it on." She pointed to the
big-screen TV against one wall.

He set it up and sat down again and hit play. Pretty soon the screen was
filled with scenes of beautiful mature women both black and white fucking
young boys with their strapon. They watched quietly as the large strapobn
fucked the asses hard, pulling out only for a mouth to suck them for a moment,
stretching out the asses of boys old enough to be their sons , sometimes
fitting two of those massive strapon in a hole at the same time. Veronica and
Tom passed the joint back and forth until it was smoked to the end.

Veronica sat up closer to Tom and reached out to cup his balls. "So, was that
enough assfucking for you to go out with my daughter again a few times or do
should we do it again just to be sure?" Her hand moved to his half-hard cock
and started stroking it.

"Ummm...." He felt his cock throb and get harder. "Yeah, that seems like a
good idea. Ohh Mrs. Andrews."

She put her free hand on the back of his head and pulled his face to her
breasts as she kept jerking him with her other hand. Tom got his lips around
them right away, his hands going to her breasts too, cupping them, holding
them up so he could suck at the nipples, getting them all wet with his spit.

Veronica moaned as she felt his warm wet sucking mouth. "Oh yes, Tommy, you
like those big warm tits, don't you?" He moaned in the affirmative. "Your mom
has a pair just like them doesn't she?"

Tom kept sucking and then popped his mouth off, just staring up at her for a
moment. Veronica felt his cock get rock-hard in her hand. "Oh my god, Mrs.
Andrews, you're so dirty!" He pushed her hard nipples close together and
lapped at them both.

Veronica pushed him back against the couch and then turned and dropped to her
knees in front of him. She gave him a smile, "Wow, I'm pretty stoned," she
laughed, then wrapped her breasts around his cock and worked them up and down
as her tongue lapped at his cockhead. "Do you smoke weed with my daughter?"
she asked as she kept working him.

"What? Oh, um..." Tom looked down at what she was doing to him.

She squeezed the soft warm breasts harder on his cock, "Tell the truth, baby."

"Oohh...yeah, just keep workin' me! Um, once or twice. Anne-Marie's not a
pothead. But, um, occasionally..."

Veronica smiled up at him, "Maybe one day all three of us can get together and
smoke some."

She laughed out loud at the expression on his face, and stood up, squeezing
his cock with her hand, "Okay, I think you're ready, any more and you're gonna
blow your load, and i need some pleasure too."

She sat him on her lap facing the TV as she reached between his legs, holding
his ass up as she flexed his thighs and sat his ass down on it.

Tom just looked forward and moaned and tried not to cum as he saw her big
round strapon entering his asscheeks getting split as her thick strapon pushed
up into his asshole again, the feeling of his previous cumload still partly up
in there, slicking his way along as she quickly got deep into his tight ass.

Tom concentrated on simply working his ass up and down on that cock, using his
thighs and calves, hearing the meaty slap of his ass every time he brought it
down hard on the cock of her girlfreind's mom. Veronica put a hand on his cock
and rubbed it wildly as he looked to the screen and saw a well-hung black
woman fucking some young white boy in his asshole, while another blonde pushed
her strapon in his mouth, making him suck her strapon. "Mmm, fucking filthy!"
Veronica growled and rubbed his cock harder as she slammed her cock harder
into his ass, sometimes making him moan when she took his ass deep.

Tom was gasping, leaning back into the couch, half-closing his eyes, pulling
on his hair, trying to do anything not to blow another load too soon as that
big strapon cock fucked him over and over, . He saw the sides of her large
breasts as hebounced up and down on her. Tom realized that this mature woman
was going to make him cum again faster than any girl had before, that he was
having trouble handling so much ass and tits. He'd started with control but
somehow she'd become the aggressor, and he had a fleeting thought that she
would be the kind that even knocked on his bedroom window in the middle of the
night, eager and demanding...

"OH FUCK!!!" Veronica jerked his cock hard and pushed her cock roughly inside
Tom's ass and kept it there, grinding his ass around in little circles as he
started to orgasm,bucking his asshole back and around on her cock like an
animal. Tom felt his anal walls clench on her cock and it was too much for him
and he started to cum , pumping out another load up on her.

As his orgasm subsided Tom fell backwards into her, still feeling her cock
pumping inside his asshole, his hands reaching around her to hold her breasts
as their sweaty bodies slowly rubbed on each other, their mouths panting, the
weed smoke still heavy in the air of the living room as the hardcore anal porn
kept playing on the big screen.

A quiet moment on the soundtrack allowed them to hear, a few steps away from
the entrance to the living room, the sound of the front door unlocking and
opening, and the first steps of feet on the hard tile floor.