A GRIEVING WIDOW
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(This is the sequel to 'Man Of The House')
"My condolences," the driver said, as he looked back through the window between the back and front seats of the limo. "It'll take us about forty-five minutes to get to the cemetery. I'll make the ride as smooth as possible."
"Thank you. Take your time," Rory said, pushing the button that raised the solid panel, closing the two compartments off from each other. Between the solid panel and the extremely darkly tinted windows, they were completely isolated from the rest of the world. "Well, we're all alone now. So how ya doing, mom?"
"I'm doing ok," Katey replied, as she sat in the middle of the back seat of the stretch limousine between her two daughters Brigitte and Keri.
Katey had been married for a little over twenty years to her husband Paul. The two girls had been born early on in their marriage, followed a couple of years later by Rory and now Paul was dead.
Brigitte laid her head on her mother's shoulder and rested her hand on her knee. On the other side, Keri was doing the same thing.
"Um, Brigitte, dear. What are you doing?"
She had just noticed that her daughter's hand had worked its way halfway up her thigh taking the hem of her black dress with it. Then she noticed that Keri's hand had done the same thing on the thigh she was stroking. The girls had worked their hands up high enough on her legs to get above the top of her self-supporting stockings, until they were resting on her bare thighs.
"We're consoling you, mom, it was Rory’s idea" Brigitte answered, sliding her hand further up her mother's smooth leg until she was gently stroking the wet spot of her panty covered pussy.
"Well, stop it," she said, reaching down and trying to push the girl's hand away but the girls were not to be denied.
"Oh, come on, Mom," Rory said, enjoying the show. "Just relax and enjoy."
"I am relaxed," she said, trying to push the girl's hands away, unsuccessfully. "I'm always relaxed."
"Relaxed hell," Rory continued with a big smile on his face.
She tried to push the girl's hands away again. And, once again she met with absolutely no success. "Please stop, girls. We're going to a funeral, and I need to look like the grieving widow, not like the prom queen after she just got laid."
"Don't worry," Rory said, still smiling. "We'll make sure you look the part, won't we girls?"
"Oh, yes," Keri said, pulling her mom's leg up over her lap to match what her sister had done.
"I really don't think we should... Oh, my... wa... what are you doing?" she stammered as Brigitte pushed the crotch of her mother's panties to the side and pushed two fingers into her sopping wet pussy.
"We're consoling you," Brigitte repeated.
By that time Keri's fingers had also found her mother's pussy, and she began to slide two fingers into her hole as well. By now Katey's legs were spread as wide as they could be stretched, so that they were over her two daughters laps, giving her son Rory an excellent view of what the girls were doing to their mother.
"How many fingers do you have in me?" Katey gasped, laying her head back on the seat.
"Only two," Keri said, smiling.
"That's two per girl, mom," Rory added.
"Oh! My! God!" Katey gasped, as the girls began working their fingers deeper into their mother.
The girls began to finger fuck their mom using the two fingers each had in her. Their combined fingers ended up being two fingers tall by two fingers wide. This was the equivalent of a pretty decent cock or dildo moving in and out of her. As she became wetter, the girls were able to increase the depth of their thrusts as well as the speed. Soon they were pounding palm deep into their mother's twat. Katey was grunting and rocking her hips up to meet each thrust. She was rapidly rising toward a very strong orgasm.
As the sisters worked their mom's cunt, they started to push all the way into their mother, with their fingers together. But, as they pulled out they spread their fingers wider, and separated them from the other's fingers, so that they were slowly spreading their mother's cunt wider and wider. At the same time they had been massaging her clit with their thumbs.
Katey was so excited that she did not notice the girls had unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up, letting her massive tits bounce free. The girls were now aggressively suckling on their mother's tits just as they had when they were babies, only this time they had teeth. The older woman had placed her hands on the back of the heads of her two girls, stroking their hair as they sucked and bit her towards orgasm.
"Oh, GOD!" Katey, screamed, burying her face in Brigitte's hair to try and muffle her pleasure. "I'm cumming."
Katey let out an unbelievable groan of satisfaction, and shuddered. She arched her back so that the only parts of her body still touching the seat and floor were her shoulders and feet. The girls pressed their thumbs firmly against their mother's clit, increasing the power of her orgasm, as they held their mother's pussy fully open. In this position Rory had a perfect view up his mom’s cunt all the way to her cervix, he was definitely enjoying the show now.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, the girls relented and pulled their thumbs off of their mother's clit and she slumped back onto the seat, gasping for breath. She was close to passing out from the force of her cum, and her juices were flowing freely from her still open pussy, pooling under her ass on the seat. The girls continued to work their fingers in and out of their mother's cunt, but much slower now.
"Damn," Katey was finally able to gasp, after a couple of minutes. "Now I'm all wet and I'm not going to be able to hide the fact that I just got my brains fucked out. What kind of widow am I going to be?"
"Don't worry, mom," Rory said, with a smile. "I told you we'd take care of you. Girls?"
"Sure thing, Rory," the girls said in unison. They then reached into a bag on the floor and pulled out some soft hand towels and proceeded to wipe their mother's pussy till it was dry. Unfortunately the stroking of the towels only served to start getting her excited again.
"That only helped a little," Katey said, with a frown, her legs still hooked over her daughter's laps. "That dried me off, but it started my motor again. I'm still going to look like the prom queen, and I smell like a whorehouse at rush hour."
"Not to worry," Rory said, getting up from his seat and crawling towards his mom. "Girls."
The girls nodded, pulled their fingers out of her pussy, and grabbed their mother's legs securing them across their laps. Then they both reached their other arms around her head and placed their hands over her mouth. She looked at the three of them with a little bit of panic in her eyes, especially when she saw the wicked gleam in her son’s eyes as he came closer.
"Here we go, mom," Rory said, as he knelt right in front of the woman. "Time to make you the epitome of a grieving widow."
With that he reached for his mom’s still exposed pussy, grabbed her fat juicy labia, and sensitive clit and gave them a really hard pinch and twist. Katey's eyes flew open in pain and disbelief as she let out a blood-curdling scream, which was muffled by the girl's hands. Immediately tears formed in the corners of her eyes and began running down her cheeks.
True to her word, ten minutes later, after a quick sprits with a feminine hygiene spray, Katey and her family stood at the graveside. She was the image of the classic grieving widow with red puffy eyes and tears streaming down her cheeks. And, every step she took only served to reinforce that image as more tears streamed down her cheeks, as her sore pussy lips rubbed together. The only non-traditional part was the fact that her pussy had started flowing again and her juices were running down the insides of her thighs, making them slide easily against each other as she walked.
(Both the stories in this series are dedicated to a very special lady on this site, who is a big fan of everything that is taboo)
"My condolences," the driver said, as he looked back through the window between the back and front seats of the limo. "It'll take us about forty-five minutes to get to the cemetery. I'll make the ride as smooth as possible."
"Thank you. Take your time," Rory said, pushing the button that raised the solid panel, closing the two compartments off from each other. Between the solid panel and the extremely darkly tinted windows, they were completely isolated from the rest of the world. "Well, we're all alone now. So how ya doing, mom?"
"I'm doing ok," Katey replied, as she sat in the middle of the back seat of the stretch limousine between her two daughters Brigitte and Keri.
Katey had been married for a little over twenty years to her husband Paul. The two girls had been born early on in their marriage, followed a couple of years later by Rory and now Paul was dead.
Brigitte laid her head on her mother's shoulder and rested her hand on her knee. On the other side, Keri was doing the same thing.
"Um, Brigitte, dear. What are you doing?"
She had just noticed that her daughter's hand had worked its way halfway up her thigh taking the hem of her black dress with it. Then she noticed that Keri's hand had done the same thing on the thigh she was stroking. The girls had worked their hands up high enough on her legs to get above the top of her self-supporting stockings, until they were resting on her bare thighs.
"We're consoling you, mom, it was Rory’s idea" Brigitte answered, sliding her hand further up her mother's smooth leg until she was gently stroking the wet spot of her panty covered pussy.
"Well, stop it," she said, reaching down and trying to push the girl's hand away but the girls were not to be denied.
"Oh, come on, Mom," Rory said, enjoying the show. "Just relax and enjoy."
"I am relaxed," she said, trying to push the girl's hands away, unsuccessfully. "I'm always relaxed."
"Relaxed hell," Rory continued with a big smile on his face.
She tried to push the girl's hands away again. And, once again she met with absolutely no success. "Please stop, girls. We're going to a funeral, and I need to look like the grieving widow, not like the prom queen after she just got laid."
"Don't worry," Rory said, still smiling. "We'll make sure you look the part, won't we girls?"
"Oh, yes," Keri said, pulling her mom's leg up over her lap to match what her sister had done.
"I really don't think we should... Oh, my... wa... what are you doing?" she stammered as Brigitte pushed the crotch of her mother's panties to the side and pushed two fingers into her sopping wet pussy.
"We're consoling you," Brigitte repeated.
By that time Keri's fingers had also found her mother's pussy, and she began to slide two fingers into her hole as well. By now Katey's legs were spread as wide as they could be stretched, so that they were over her two daughters laps, giving her son Rory an excellent view of what the girls were doing to their mother.
"How many fingers do you have in me?" Katey gasped, laying her head back on the seat.
"Only two," Keri said, smiling.
"That's two per girl, mom," Rory added.
"Oh! My! God!" Katey gasped, as the girls began working their fingers deeper into their mother.
The girls began to finger fuck their mom using the two fingers each had in her. Their combined fingers ended up being two fingers tall by two fingers wide. This was the equivalent of a pretty decent cock or dildo moving in and out of her. As she became wetter, the girls were able to increase the depth of their thrusts as well as the speed. Soon they were pounding palm deep into their mother's twat. Katey was grunting and rocking her hips up to meet each thrust. She was rapidly rising toward a very strong orgasm.
As the sisters worked their mom's cunt, they started to push all the way into their mother, with their fingers together. But, as they pulled out they spread their fingers wider, and separated them from the other's fingers, so that they were slowly spreading their mother's cunt wider and wider. At the same time they had been massaging her clit with their thumbs.
Katey was so excited that she did not notice the girls had unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up, letting her massive tits bounce free. The girls were now aggressively suckling on their mother's tits just as they had when they were babies, only this time they had teeth. The older woman had placed her hands on the back of the heads of her two girls, stroking their hair as they sucked and bit her towards orgasm.
"Oh, GOD!" Katey, screamed, burying her face in Brigitte's hair to try and muffle her pleasure. "I'm cumming."
Katey let out an unbelievable groan of satisfaction, and shuddered. She arched her back so that the only parts of her body still touching the seat and floor were her shoulders and feet. The girls pressed their thumbs firmly against their mother's clit, increasing the power of her orgasm, as they held their mother's pussy fully open. In this position Rory had a perfect view up his mom’s cunt all the way to her cervix, he was definitely enjoying the show now.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, the girls relented and pulled their thumbs off of their mother's clit and she slumped back onto the seat, gasping for breath. She was close to passing out from the force of her cum, and her juices were flowing freely from her still open pussy, pooling under her ass on the seat. The girls continued to work their fingers in and out of their mother's cunt, but much slower now.
"Damn," Katey was finally able to gasp, after a couple of minutes. "Now I'm all wet and I'm not going to be able to hide the fact that I just got my brains fucked out. What kind of widow am I going to be?"
"Don't worry, mom," Rory said, with a smile. "I told you we'd take care of you. Girls?"
"Sure thing, Rory," the girls said in unison. They then reached into a bag on the floor and pulled out some soft hand towels and proceeded to wipe their mother's pussy till it was dry. Unfortunately the stroking of the towels only served to start getting her excited again.
"That only helped a little," Katey said, with a frown, her legs still hooked over her daughter's laps. "That dried me off, but it started my motor again. I'm still going to look like the prom queen, and I smell like a whorehouse at rush hour."
"Not to worry," Rory said, getting up from his seat and crawling towards his mom. "Girls."
The girls nodded, pulled their fingers out of her pussy, and grabbed their mother's legs securing them across their laps. Then they both reached their other arms around her head and placed their hands over her mouth. She looked at the three of them with a little bit of panic in her eyes, especially when she saw the wicked gleam in her son’s eyes as he came closer.
"Here we go, mom," Rory said, as he knelt right in front of the woman. "Time to make you the epitome of a grieving widow."
With that he reached for his mom’s still exposed pussy, grabbed her fat juicy labia, and sensitive clit and gave them a really hard pinch and twist. Katey's eyes flew open in pain and disbelief as she let out a blood-curdling scream, which was muffled by the girl's hands. Immediately tears formed in the corners of her eyes and began running down her cheeks.
True to her word, ten minutes later, after a quick sprits with a feminine hygiene spray, Katey and her family stood at the graveside. She was the image of the classic grieving widow with red puffy eyes and tears streaming down her cheeks. And, every step she took only served to reinforce that image as more tears streamed down her cheeks, as her sore pussy lips rubbed together. The only non-traditional part was the fact that her pussy had started flowing again and her juices were running down the insides of her thighs, making them slide easily against each other as she walked.
(Both the stories in this series are dedicated to a very special lady on this site, who is a big fan of everything that is taboo)
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