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One night during my college years I was at a bar near campus, hoping to hook up before the night was through. Things weren't looking so good, the only girl who was paying me any attention was the strung out looking woman in her 50's who sat near the door, chain smoking and staring at every guy who walked in with her dialated eyes. She was fidgety, dressed like a skank, a little too thin and obviously high as shit. After a few hours and a hard buzz I sat next to her and started chatting her up.
It didn't take long for her to ask if I wanted to eat her pussy. She grabbed my hand with her bony, very hot hand and ran it up her skirt. She was a few days past her last shave, a bit stubbly, but she was wet and loose...and I was 21 and horny. After I told her I was down for anything, she smiled and asked if her husband could watch. Sure, why the fuck not.
A few minutes later we'd walked the two blocks to her house. She must've smoked two cigs on the way and was twitchy but once again, I was horny and drunk so I didn't care. We went inside, she yelled "honey, we have company" in her raspy smoker's voice, then led me upstairs to her bedroom. We got undressed, she seemed oddly distant but willing, like she was just going through the motions. Her husband, a short, fat, balding dude came through the door naked and sweaty. He laid out a mirror and powder which his wife jumped all over, snorting and grunting her way through a line. "You wanna hit some crystal?" her husband asked to which I said no thanks. He sat down in a chair to watch while his wife, now wired as fuck, grabbed me and started ramming her tongue down my throat, scratching my back, pulling my hair, and yelling "lick me, lick me!" over and over.
I ended up between her legs, licking her pussy's loose lips, the stubble scratching my cheek, her snatch smelling a bit like old cum. Hell, I may've been number two or three for the evening for all I could tell.
Meanwhile her fat, sweaty husband was furiously pounding his limp dick, sitting in the corner making grunting noises and whimpering. I tried to tune him out, waiting to get my chance to fuck this lady and get out of this weird scene. Until then, it was lick lick lick. She kept telling me, "you're such a good boy." Fucking strange.
Suddenly I felt pudgy hands grab my ass cheeks and before I could get my mouth out of his wife's cunt, the husband shoved his face and tongue into my ass. Good lord, I nearly bolted right then but the alcohol and raging boner I needed to satisfy kept me going. The sensation of having his soft, wet hands massaging my ass while he slurped and tongued my hole was actually amazing. I was dripping and twitching already when he said "fuck mommy, fuck her hard."
She moaned and said in a rather motherly voice "come here sweety" so I slid up and entered her loose, wet pussy. I wasn't going to kiss her on account of the pussy juices all over my face but she grabbed hold and deepthroated me as I began to ram her for all I was worth. A moment later the fat husband was behind me, humping my crack with his limp dick. I came a few minutes later, hard and long, while the husband went back to his chair and continued to fap his dick around. He grinned at me and said "She's a good fuck, come by any time son."
I just said thanks (what the hell do you say in that situation?), got dressed, and headed out. Outside some overweight chick my age was sitting on a car hood. "Did you seriously fuck my mom?" she asked as she took a drag off a cig.
"Um, yah, sorry."
She looked at me like I was an idiot.
"Your dad too. Goodnight."
She busted out laughing as I walked away. We actually hooked up a few days later which is another story.
When I was in college I used to go to the cowboy bars and pick up women who were in their late 40s or early 50s. We'd go home to their place and fuck then I would almost always find they had a daughter living with them and I'd seduce her too and stay the rest of the night in the daughter's room fucking her all night.
If my "date" didn't have a daughter I would just fuck her, go back to the bar and pick up someone else. There were plenty of cowboy bars where I lived so I'd rotate around them, and usually everyone was so wasted that no one even remembered that they picked me up before. Their daughters sure remembered me though and they loved it when came over again.