*The teen character appearing in this story is eighteen years of age. *
Authors Notes: This story is a direct sequel to the BAD M.I.L.F series; perhaps you should read that set of stories before this entry. I'd like to thank all my fans and others who have read and commented on my stories.
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Catherine Brennan mother of Carry Anne McIntyre and grandmother of Chrystal McIntyre, was forced to crawl on all fours beside me into the corridor leading to my bedroom. It was weird seeing the haughty matriarch of the McIntyre clan crawling down the narrow hallway with an ass so huge that it nearly touched both sides of the walls. We'd started something in my kitchen that I was intent on finishing. I shoved the door open leading her into the room which still partially smelled of nasty sex and other bodily fluids. She reared up supporting her weight on one hand possibly affected by the unclean nature of my bombed-out bedroom covering her nose with her right forearm. I pivoted pulling her arm away from her face pushing inside her mouth. Her thin lips were stretched wide around my cock, her head motionless as her tongue caressed the underside of my glans. It was different, inexperienced, and stiff as Catherine pursed her lips sucking hard in little puffing motions.
It was good for a start, but I needed more, growing impatient enough to cup her chin in tandem with the back of her skull giving a labored forward motion until she gagged. She gasped and coughed taking in life giving air as some frothy spittle dribbled down her chin. I stroked my cock inches away from her face tapping it on her rounded cheek in brief intervals until she took it inside again. Her timid technique irritated me again as I palmed her head like a basketball plunging further into her mouth than I had before. Catherine pushed back against my thighs dislodging my erection as she coughed up more saliva and phlegm earning more slaps to the cheek from my cock. She put her hand up to her cheek attempting to block my offending member and I relented. Neither one of us spoke for moments as I observed Catherine internally processing the situation. I stood motionless with my hands interlocked behind my back waiting to see what she would do next. I guess I was mentally preparing myself for what could come next. There was no doubt I was out of line, my behavior criminally suspect. I'd probably have years to reclaim my masculinity behind bars.
Catherine didn't keep me waiting hesitantly cupping the underside of my balls, squeezing lightly while her other enclosed softly around my girth tugging on the taunt, vein skin of my shaft. She picked up the pace in moments eliciting a low moan from me for her efforts. She added a slight screwing motion to her movements causing a torrent of precum to bubble from the head of my cock. A wet, sticky sound permeated the bedroom as she moved closer with considerable effort. Her head dipped low staring at the underside of my endowment in mute fascination as she went to three fingers encircled on my shaft working them a little harder. Catherine looked like some innocent sidling closer to my crotch examining everything. My cock pulsed and throbbed under her pumping fingers as her eyes widened and her mouth hung agape. My stomach knotted up and my thighs tightened as she straightened back making her face level with my abdomen. My breathing became labored and erratic as she used her left arm to mash her huge, pendulous breasts together into an abomination of cleavage. Catherine dipped in taking her established third of my cock into her mouth sucking hard. She knew what she wanted and was going to have it at any cost.
My thighs began tightening up as her head bobbed leaving a thick, dripping glaze of saliva on my tumescence. All her fingers were brought into play as she held my cock between them like a sandwich, pulling and stroking with mounting intensity. Catherine pushed further trying and failing to take more of my length as wet, slurping sounds filled the bedroom amplifying the atmosphere. She was doing her best to suck me off and it was working as I faltered, dipping on one knee as my hands became unclasped to hover in the air afraid to interfere with her progress. Catherine's massive cleavage became drenched in a sticky mixture of sweat, saliva and precum as she dropped her hands to my thighs digging her nails into the flesh there. The entitled, haughty grandmother had withdrawn into the darkness leaving behind this creature born of lust and sexual desire. I could take it no longer gathering up some of her thick, grey streaked blonde hair in my fist as my hips bucked taking her face. Her hands crept up cupping my butt cheeks as she attempted to push forward again. I hit the back of her throat making the large woman gag and cough profusely before pulling out and beating the tip against her lips.
She didn't seem to mind when my thick member tapped against her rounded cheek as she flushed red. Her tongue flicked up teasing the tip before she pursed her lips peppering my cock head with light rabbit kisses. I pushed against her lips as Catherine opened them partially to create some friction on my mushroom tip as it breached her mouth before her cheeks vacuumed inward with an intense suction. Catherine Brennan had found her technique in dramatic fashion as I erupted inside her mouth with several thick ropes that caught her off guard. She gasped and gurgled coughing up a deluge of cum that ran down her chin onto her sunbaked, freckled bosom. More bursts hit her square in the face covering her nose and a right eyelid as she pumped and twisted her fist around my girth. She managed to coax out another thick rope of semen aiming my cock at her open mouth getting a straight shot that made the matriarch gag and blow some of the milky concoction into her open palms. She stared down into her hands before looking up into my face breathing hard enough to worry me. Her head went back and forth between looking at my face to her cupped hands before she slurped the pooled mess up swallowing it. I'd left her a mess with Catherine looking like she'd been in a train wreck.
She cupped the undersides of her huge breasts taking silent stock of the sticky webbed mess there oozing down her slightly sloped stomach to the carpet. Catherine mashed and rubbed her mams together pushing her cleavage tight to massage the spunk into her skin. She looked up at me with an unreadable expression which prompted me to rub my member on her face again. Her tongue traced a light pattern on my balls as her right hand stroked the back of my calf. She looked up again appearing on the verge of finding words to address the situation between us when my hand cupped the underside of her jaw desperate to keep things going. I offered her my hands finding it a bit difficult to pull her to her feet to face me. Her hair was all over the place giving this woman a wild, untamed appearance. She opened her mouth again but found my finger inside it quickly fellating the offending digit. My hands covered her shoulders gently directing her to sit on the edge of the bed, face level with my crotch. Catherine must've believed I wanted head again, lurching forward before I pushed her onto her back, spread eagle. She clutched her hands to her chest unsure of what would happen next. I admired Catherine's extreme Rubenesque figure for what it was as her thick legs hung over the edge of the bed.
She bellowed sounding like a wounded animal the moment my tongue touched her prominent clit. She wriggled and squirmed almost taking my mattress off the box spring as I wrote the letters of the alphabet in her virtue. Catherine's slit was visibly drenched and puffy lending a dewy wetness to her cunt as I had my way with her button. The large matron howled and trembled, shivering as my pointer finger entered her confines curving upward into her g-spot. I'd learned to find this particular spot from her granddaughter early on during our duplicitous relationship. The tip of my finger caressed the bumpy ridge inside while I slurped on her clit sending Catherine over the edge. I was unnerved when her thick, oversized thighs rose up on either side of my head looking to lock it into place. My palms pushed into the meaty, pliant flesh of her inner thighs leaving little reddened bruises there as Catherine attempted to lock them around me which could've possibly decapitated me considering her size and strength. Her grunts and unintelligible mutterings took on a more guttural quality as I dug in further. Her right hand clawed at my scalp while the other hand snagged a fistful of bedding yanking it from the corners of the mattress in a quick swipe. Her back arched off the bed when three fingers entered working her tunnel in a scooping motion that left them undated with oily evidence of her mounting lust.
When her struggling became too much, I pulled away focusing on putting as many hickeys on her inner thighs as humanly possible. I marveled at the size of her legs, while massive, they retained a womanly shape that appealed to my personal aesthetic. The brief seconds I'd disengaged were too much for Catherine who whimpered and whined like a spoiled child until my tongue traced her elongated slit in an upward motion that ended at her furred mound. The fingers of both of her hands parted her flower allowing a glimpse at the vibrant pink confines awaiting my attention. I got close inhaling her pungent scent, closer even with less than an inch between my full lips and her clit. She shuddered when I simply blew on it, shaking and jiggling all over. Catherine humped up meeting my face with surprising speed as her legs locked around my head trapping it against her cunt. I rolled with the motion licking, slurping, and sucking on her labia making it nasty and sloppy. I wrenched my face back and forth using my chin as a wedge on her taint. My nails dug into the massive, dimply meat of her enormous butt groping, squeezing, and pinching to my delight. Catherine Brennan was certified, the biggest ass I'd ever had in my life including her girls.
Catherine bellowed like a wounded animal going into convulsions as she squirted drenching me in a torrential wave of her lust. It seemed to go on forever only to abruptly end with the loud, thump of her heels as her legs lost their strength slamming on either side of me. More of the moisture poured freely from her honeypot soaking the ruffled bedding under her massive ass. Catherine was completely flushed, breathing hard as I used her knees to pull myself into a standing position. One of her hands clutched at her chest while the other had become entangled in her weathered blonde locks. Her mouth was agape in an unflattering display working hard to supply the large woman with excess air to breathe as she looked up into my stoic face. Standing over her prone body one could really appreciate the exaggerated hourglass nature and shape of this older woman's body. Catherine Brennan's wealth of curves was positively intoxicating. Her age never crossed my mind or the disturbing fact that I was essentially ravishing what could be arguably called a senior citizen.
