Again, as before, Toby made the right move without knowing it; Jean moaned into his mouth and rolled her hip up to grant him unimpeded access to her left ass cheek and, by extension, her vagina. Toby cupped and squeezed; the response made it seem like he was inflating her arousal as Jean became more and more agitated with every contact!
"Oh, God!" Jean broke the kiss, chest heaving, and started hauling at Toby’s T-shirt — working beneath it was too inconvenient! The switch was fully thrown; Jean wanted sex — NOW!
Toby was in no mood to argue; besides, if he got her past this hurdle, maybe she would settle down and deal with the situation. He raised his hands over his head to facilitate the removal of his T-shirt, then hauled the hem of Jean’s nightie over her head. Jean blinked, paused just a moment, then pressed herself back in for another kiss. Toby accepted her lips while replacing his right hand on her ass, then sliding it back down her thigh until he’d passed the leg-band of the frilly bottoms that went with the nightie — then he defeated it, sliding his hand inside and underneath to clutch her bare ass-cheek, the tips of his fingers along the crack, her perineum, and ultimately along her fringed nether lips. Again, Jean rolled her hip up to facilitate this move readily, moaning into his mouth as he squeezed the little round globe and wriggled his little finger in the damp opening at the base of her slit while the tip of his middle finger nudged the rosette of her anus.
The hand work had a negative effect on Toby’s kissing, but Jean was in no shape to worry about it, being as distracted by his hand as he was by using it. She couldn’t remember ever having been handled in just that way; a chunk of her mind not otherwise engage wondered where Toby learned such things — but she arched her back and did everything she could to ensure that Toby had all the access he wanted…
She’d have been surprised, anyway; Toby was playing things totally by ear! But her reactions told him a lot; everything seemed to be going in the right direction, so he could proceed with confidence — or at least the appearance of confidence. There was something about playing with Jean’s ass that seemed to set her off — and the more intimate he got about it, the wilder she got! He had his middle finger right on her little bud and she wasn’t EVEN trying to get away! His little finger was wet from juices oozing from her slit; he figured if he pressed a bit with it, it would slide right into her vagina — and he was right!
Toby disengaged from the kiss, leaned down and captured a puffy pink nipple between his lips and Jean thought she was going to faint from the pleasure! She clasped his head to her, feeding him the whole breast — there wasn’t a whole lot of it, but there WAS a mouthful — and Toby obliged by sucking it in and tonguing her puffy areole. Jean sucked in a breath and moaned. She was past the point of no return; with her free hand she started fighting with the snap and zipper of Toby’s shorts. The flames of lust were roaring; only one thing would put the fire out, and it was hiding behind that zipper!
Toby felt her fumbling and welcomed it; there was nothing in this world he wanted more than to have his painfully stiff cock released from the confines of his shorts and fondled!
"Well?" Rick whined.
"It’s goin' GREAT, Man!" Lon enthused, clicking the shutter. "Toby’s got her top off and his hand in her panties, and she’s trying to rip his shorts open! I don’t think they’re goin' anywhere else now!"
"Cool…" Rick felt distinctly odd, rooting for one of his friends to fuck his mother while another photographed it — but if it meant that he got more pussy from Candace — and especially Beth — it was worth it…
Inside, Jean had finally gotten Toby’s shorts open — only to run into another, more obdurate barrier — his briefs! Caressing the ridge that his erect staff made in his underwear, she discovered that the head had almost totally escaped through the waistband. "I want it," she croaked, distantly embarrassed but too charged up to stop.
"I’ll stand up," Toby gasped. "Take off your panties." He stood, pulling her erect with him.
Jean shucked out of her panty immediately, and was on him while he was still working his shorts loose, taking advantage of being bent over to grab the waistband of his briefs while her panties settled around her ankles. Toby stopped what he was doing; if she wanted it THAT bad, she could get it out herself! Jean glanced up at him and divined his intent and, kicking her left leg loose from her panties, squatted and started tugging.
The shorts were easy; they dropped free once they cleared his hips. But the briefs were snagged on Toby’s rock-hard cock and took some gentle prying to get clear. Still, things went fairly quickly; as they slid downward past his knees, Jean shifted her attention to the object of her quest, inhaling a cloud of raw essence of aroused male as she collected the shaft in one hand and kissed the bulging purple head with the other.
Toby was galvanized! "Gonna shoot!" he gasped, his knees jumping in an instinctive attempt to bury his aching meat in SOMETHING before he blew cum all over the place.
But Jean had an answer for that; warm lips rolled over the head of Toby’s cock and a soft, wet tongue ticked the sensitive spot at the base of the head. Control was out the window; the sensory overload triggered Toby’s ejaculation; Toby grasped Jean’s head and held her while his eyes rolled up and he spurted four powerful pulses of cum into her waiting mouth, "AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"
The shutter snapped twice, catching Toby in mid-orgasm. Lon chuckled. "Well, your mama sucks cock … Toby just unloaded on her!"
"That had to be quick!" Rick replied after a moment’s searching for something intelligent to say.
"It WAS!" Lon grunted. "Ol' Superdick is apparently quick on the draw the first pass…"
Toby was embarrassed at his lack of control — but his cock was still an iron bar! Jean backed off it with a look on her face that defied description; she was happily savoring the biggest mouthful of male seed that she had ever collected, knowing that there was more where that came from! Hugh’s seed had been thin and weak and often metallic tasting; Toby’s by contrast was almost chewy and had a creamy texture to it. Swallowing, she looked up at him, hot-eyed. "I want it."
"Lie down," Toby croaked. The couch was the obvious location for the next phase of things; Toby was a little worried that it was too narrow, but the floor looked hard and he didn’t see them making it upstairs. Jean’s eyes never left his as she got up and settled herself on her back on the couch, legs spread. Toby settled himself between her legs and she reached down to grip his shaft — it wasn’t hard to find — rub it’s soft, but fully-inflated glans in the damp pool between her compact labia, and position it at her opening. Once seated, Toby began pressing forward, eyes still locked on his diminutive lover’s.
"There’s a money shot!" Lon crowed, snapping more photos. "She’s feeding it in! Obviously, he isn’t raping her…" Rick rubbed his face; it was just as well that he wasn’t watching…
Jean couldn’t get over Toby’s length and girth — it felt like he made TWO of Hugh! Doing without daily sex from her husband had been hard right after his death; as Toby’s tool bored into her fleshy tunnel, spreading the walls and massaging every nerve ending, she realized that she really didn’t have the willpower to say no to further encounters. It was just TOO GOOD and she had done without for TOO LONG … Gentle as it was, Toby’s initial penetration caused an orgasm; as his glans touched her cervix, Jean surged against him, her eyes rolling up, clutching her lover to her rigid frame as she gasped for breath. "So good!" she gasped out. "Fuck me!"