There's Something About Gabby Ch. 03

by itscalledhazing

story tags: milf, bigtits, bigass, anal

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https://www.literotica.com/s/theres-something-about-gabby-ch-03

Gabby's mum finds herself forced to help her.

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While Gabby was working hard to complete her graduation year, she was
face with yet another problem that she didn't even know about. This
time though her mother was going to face the consequences.

Gabby's mum, Olivia was about to be dragged into her daughters world of
devious and resourceful men and she was soon going to find out exactly
how devious and resourceful certain men can be when they wanted
something.

Gabby's school was a traditional Catholic school. Every morning in
assembly, prayers were read and hymns were sung. Each day there was a
religious studies lesson focusing on the Catholic religion and Science
lessons were followed by ten minutes of reading the bible.

It was important in the school that the strict rules were followed,
absolutely no cursing, smart and proper dress was essential but the
most vital rule of the school was that all students had to be Catholic,
with Catholic parents.

Though it might sound like it was an easy rule to enforce it was
starting to get harder and harder for the school board to decide which
students they should let in and whom they should reject.

Thanks to the schools high success rate in exams and rave reviews from
the government the school was inundated with parents desperate to get
their children educated there. The rationale being that by simply going
to the school their child would easily get good grades.

Even with selecting the brightest children and the richest parents who
had made donations to the school there were still too many applications
and this was where Graham came in.

Graham was a retired policeman with well over twenty years of police
work under his belt. Officially he retired due to the modernisation of
the force yet in reality his overly active hands created his own
downfall.

When he first started on the force it was common place for members of
the force to abuse their position of power. With some officers they
became wealthy yet with others including Graham they became sexual
deviants, groping woman when he gave them a body search. He even went
so far as to falsify charges to get free sexual favours in exchange for
letting them off.

However as with many bent coppers, he just went that bit too far. In
the early hours of Friday morning he pulled over a car swerving over
the road, the girl inside was a stunning specimen and he couldn't
resist a little feel.

Thirty minutes later and he was still there his fingers probing her
pussy yet he hadn't bargained on the police camera he now had fitted in
his squad car.

Usually the whole incident would have been swept under the carpet but
the girl he had picked on just happened to be the Mayor's daughter.

Threatening to reveal all his knowledge of other crooked cops, many of
whom were now high ranking policeman, Graham was forced to drop all
drink driving charges levelled against the girl and take an early
retirement.

Luckily for him a retired policeman with his type of experience and a
glowing reference were never out of work for long and he wasn't going
to buck the trend. He soon found a job with a private investigation
company.

Though it might sound glamorous Graham soon found it was just as
mundane as community police work. He mainly dealt with old rich people
who had lost their pets or keys.

Thankfully he didn't really care thanks to the many hours he spent in
the police station filling out papers after papers. As long as he could
pay the bills at the end of the month, he was happy.

Still, it didn't take him long to miss the sense of power that he once
had. This was the main reason that he took a job at St. Mary's Catholic
School as an investigator into families' backgrounds.

Not only was the pay and hours better he could delve into the history
of families, and as he well knew the more knowledge he had the more
power he had.

He had begun his employment two months before Christmas coinciding with
applications flooding in for the next school year. Consequently, he had
spent five months checking each application, calling up the local
church to check how much they knew about the family.

Using this simple but very effective tactic he soon found out whether
they were frauds or not enabling him to throw out more than half the
applications.

Though before he did throw them away he took time to appreciate the
mothers but it was clear that he didn't have enough dirt on them to get
them to submit to his will.

With the applications trimmed down he was now given another task. He
was to look into families that already had a pupil enrolled in the
school but there were major suspicions surrounding their background.

Straight away he realised that this was the opportunity that he had
been looking for. If he could find that a family had several years of
conning the school, then that was more than enough leverage for a man
like him.

Delighted with his new challenge he started his research on the
surnames beginning with the letter A. Well, he had to start somewhere
after all.

Yet after two weeks his elation was starting to fade, he had set out
two rules for each family. First of, the mother had to be hot and
secondly there had to be evidence of foul play, despite these minimal
demands he was already halfway through the alphabet and had only
managed to find three families.

The first case he found was a woman named Rebecca Call, who had a son
in his second year of school. She was a tall, slim brunette with a
seemingly permanent snooty expression. She reminded him of an older
version of Posh Spice.

However, quicker than Graham could start dreaming of what he was going
to do with her, he decided to drop the case. Her husband had just been
put into a medically induced coma. Not wanting to heap more misery onto
the family, and clinging to the minimal morals that he did possess, he
dropped the case.

Looking at the two cases he had left he decided to focus on the Hines
family, in particular the statuesque mother of the family.

Shannon Hines was tall, big breasted and looked like a dominatrix.
Straight away Graham started to fantasy about making such a dominant
looking woman submit to him.

As he started to trail the whole family it immediately became obvious
that they were not Catholics. Yet with all the evidence he needed it
took him days before he could finally catch Shannon alone in the local
supermarket.

Just as he thought the luck was on his side he confronted her. Laying
out all of his evidence that he had, she brushed him off and stormed
from the store. The next day he was pulled from the case by school
administrators. He found out a short while later that the family had
made a large donation to the school trust.

Now he knew that he wasn't going to be successful with every case, but
his two failures had really knocking his confidence. Looking at the
last family, he forced himself not to fantasise about the mother.

He didn't want to get his hopes up this time only to be cock blocked at
the final hurdle. Staring at the family photo, his eyes were drawn
immediately to a family picture taken outside their local church.
Seeing the girl, he drew in a sharp intake of breath.

"Gabrielle Albe," he muttered. "Now that girl has some good genes."

His eyes ran along the picture to her mother, an older copy of her
daughter. He licked his lips as he hoped that this was the one.

Checking further along the document, he noted that the father had just
been promoted to European manager of his firm and the mother was a
housewife, a perfect combination for Graham.

As he began his investigation, his confidence grew with each passing
day. A quick internet search told him that the church they claimed they
visited on a weekly basis had, in fact, been converted into flats over
four years ago.

"Olivia Albe. Third time lucky," Graham exclaimed as he picked up his
car keys and a take away menu, now it was reconnaissance time.

As soon as he started to trail her he could see that Olivia was
stunning. Although she was approaching her fortieth birthday, she had
an hourglass figure that most teens would kill for. She had long legs
that drew a man's gaze to her tight muscular ass, which she kept in
perfect shape thanks to her rigorous workouts.

The only real difference that he could see between her and her daughter
was that the mother had bigger breasts and what breasts. The slight
jiggle under her top as she walked entranced him, leaving him with a
several pools of drool in his lap.

From what he could see she spent most of her day around her house,
either inside cleaning or outside gossiping with the neighbours. Any
time she did go out, the only places she went to was the gym or the
supermarket where the main bulk of her purchases were alcoholic
beverages notably vodka. A typical housewife he thought to himself.

The one glaringly obvious activity missing was that the family never
went to church or had any religious inclinations that he could observe.

So far everything was going great for him, but he knew that he needed
more evidence which meant he had to more on to the next part of his
plan. The following day he put on his smartest suit and drove to the
Albe house, turning off the engine he waited patiently outside for
Gabby to go to school and leave Olivia alone.

Graham was on his fourth doughnut when Gabby finally got in her car and
drove off, wiping the sugar from his trousers he straightening his tie
and parked into the drive. Sitting in the front seat he had to keep on
reminding himself to breath as he nervously brushed his hair over his
bald patch.

Getting out the car he tugged at his tight shirt that had stretched
painfully around his beer belly. He looked at himself in the rear view
mirror and the reflection was not pretty. Despite being forty seven
years old he looked at least twenty years over, bags under his eyes and
more wrinkles that a pug puppy he wasn't an attractive man.

Noticing the sweat marks under his shirt he reached into his glove
compartment and pulled out his air freshener. Spraying his armpits and
crotch with it he threw it into the passenger seat and made his way to
the door.

While Graham was trying to make himself look halfway decent Olivia was
sitting in the living room splayed out with her magazine in one hand
and a glass of wine in the other. She was dressed in her bright pink
jogging bottoms and jumper, comfort clothes for another hard day of
drinking.

She was reading about the latest twist in the three way saga of a
celebrity threesome when she heard the door bell ring. Grumbling to
herself, she placed her wine on the table, checked her hair in the
mirror and then opened the door.

With the door open, the hallway became flooded with bright day light
and Olivia found herself fighting to keep her breakfast from coming
back up as she stared at the pathetic figure of a man standing in front
of her.

Whist the horror on her face was painfully obvious to the most casual
observer Graham was oblivious. His eyes hadn't seen a more ravishing
sight up close for a long time and he was savouring it. This
blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman was stunning.

Her jogging top was tight around her chest and, from what he could see,
she wasn't wearing anything underneath. His eyes fell to her trousers,
they had ridden up high giving him pressing against her mound and it
was probably only his imagination but Graham could swear that he could
see the outline of her pussy lips.

It was only when she gave an impatient cough that he brought his gaze
up, he should have been embarrassed but he just didn't care. Smiling
like a fool he began to speak. "Hello Madam, I'm from your local
Catholic Church, St. Christopher's. It's just up the road, I'm sure you
have driven past it, and I was wondering if this Sunday you would like
to come to our service?"

He had practiced the speech so many times that he didn't need to think
about what he was saying. He saw her bright blue eyes narrow in anger
yet still he kept on grinning, knowing that he when she let it ,rip at
him the microphone hidden under his shirt would record every last
second.

Now if Olivia was a nice person she would have politely said no before
shutting the door when Graham had left the driveway however she wasn't.
She prided herself on her ability to be an absolute bitch, making catty
remarks and stinging comments to everyone that she met. She was better
than them and in her mind they had to know it.

"Look at me. Religion is bullshit." She elongated each word before
waving her hand over herself. "God didn't create this body I have had
to work hard seven days a week to make myself look this good and that
includes Sunday's. So you can take your religion and shove it up your
fat arse!" She mimed as she spoke using her fist for added emphasis.

Extending her middle finger she twisted on her heel and slammed the
door in his face.

Graham suppressed a snort of laughter as he shouted through the door.
"Are you absolutely sure, there is going to be tea and bis..."

He was cut off by Olivia yelling for him to fuck off and so taking her
advice he made his way back into his car. Winding back the tape he
listened again to her rant. 'Gotcha' he muttered under his breath.

When he was back in his office, he put the cassette tape of their
conversation with the rest of the evidence, including the demolition
paperwork of St. Christopher's. As well as written conversations he had
with the local vicar confirming he had never seen or heard of the Albe
family.

Graham knew that his case was water tight and now it was time to start
stage three of his plan. Making sure that he knew what he was going to
say he picked up his mobile phone and punched in the mobile number of
Mr. Albe.

"Hello Mr. Albe, my name is Graham Fenwick and I work for St Mary's
School where your daughter is attending..."

"Oh my God! Is Gabby alright? Is in trouble?" His voice came through
momentarily shocking Graham. He had thought he was speaking to an
answering machine but clearly he wasn't. Calming the father down Graham
continued to speak.

"No Mr. Albe Gabby is fine. The school has just decided to look into
student's backgrounds to make sure that each family is still strictly
Catholic."

Mr. Albe had only picked up the phone because he had thought that
something had happened to his precious daughter and know he knew she
was fine he tried to find a way to end the conversation as quickly and
politely as possible. "I appreciate that you're just doing your job,
but you're wasting your time with this family. My wife and I are devout
Catholics."

His smooth voice annoyed Graham. He was going to take great pleasure in
blackmailing this snooty couple. "Yes, well I'm glad you said that, but
this is what your wife had to say about your religion..."

He played the tape enjoying the strained noises that Mr. Albe was
making over the phone. Once the tape wound down to a close silence
enveloped the room until Graham couldn't take it anymore. "...Hello,
are you still there Mr. Albe?"

His panicked grunt was the only response that he got so he continued.
"I'm afraid that I have to present this to the school and, regrettably,
Gabby will be expelled."

Finally this managed to click Jason get back to his senses. "Wait...
Wait, there must be something... oh, I know, yes... look I'm still a
Catholic even though my wife isn't that strict in her devotion."

Graham chuckled loudly only vaguely hearing Mr Albe pleading on the
other end of the phone.

"Come on... I think that should count." Mr. Albe finished pathetically.

"No. I'm afraid it doesn't count." He smirked "Even if you were a
Catholic, which I know you're not, then both Gabby's parents need to be
going to church," he managed to sound fed up, despite his growing
optimism.

"Look I'm not in the country until at least the end of next week then
we can clear this mess up before you go to the school. I'm sure this is
all just a misunderstanding." He started to blabber as he tried to work
out how much money it would cost him to bribe Graham.

"Well, I am feeling in a generous mood today so I'll tell you what, I
will go back to your house tomorrow while Gabby is at school. Now there
is no way you can tell your daughter about this. I don't want word
getting out that I'm giving a second chance to people because then
everyone would want one." Graham spoke firmly before he hung up the
phone.

Despite being elated when he finished the conversation he spent the
rest of the day worrying about everything and anything. Though he knew
none of it was in his control, he kept on playing out various scenarios
in his head yet each time he kept on finding something that could go
wrong.

Before he knew it Graham found himself totally exhausted from his over
active imagination. Managing to crawl into his bed he fell asleep with
a stupid grin on his face.

For the second day running, Graham found himself sitting in his car
outside the Albe household as he waited for Gabby to leave. He was lost
in his own world when he heard Gabby's car drive away, swallowing hard
he pulled his car into the drive and got out.

Using the window as a mirror he spat on his fingers and brushed them
through his hair covering his bald patch before smearing the hair
grease onto his shirt. Using his fingernail, he scratched at his teeth
to check their cleanliness, or lack thereof. Satisfied with his look he
marched to the front door and knocked loudly.

He only had to wait ten seconds when the door swung open to reveal
Olivia standing there with a pure white towel wrapped around her body.
Her wavy long blonde hair framed the fake smile on her face as a small
pool of water started to gather by her feet.

Well aware that her neighbours would be watching she quickly ushered
Graham in to the living room before turning on him and smiling. "I
think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday."

She had though of shaking his hand, yet the shiny sheen coating his
fingers put her off. "My name is Olivia Albe, Gabby's mother, and you
are?" she asked him as she offered him a seat.

Landing heavily on the seat he stammered slightly before regaining his
rhythm "Uh... My name is Graham Fenwick and I'm a private investigator
from Gabby's school. I spoke to your husband last night." He looked up
at her, trying to imagine what she looked like without the towel
covering her modesty.

"Yes, yes he told me... look can you just wait here while I go and get
changed?" she asked as she turned to go towards her bedroom.

"Wait," Graham yelled the word sounded more desperate than he had
intended. "I... I mean, I won't be here for long and my time is very
important. So I would appreciate it if you didn't waste any more of
it!" He breathed a sigh of relief as he congratulated himself for his
quick recovery.

Smiling at her he moved into his well rehearsed routine. "Look, this is
quite a serious situation for you. Your daughter will be expelled. You
will be charged for the cost of tutoring her over the past seven years,
and if that isn't enough, I've been told by the school to pass on any
information of wrongdoing to the police. The school has established a
tough stance on parents conning the school."

He had added in the police part just to cement his position. Though the
more he thought about it the more it sounded like a great idea for the
school to use. Who knows, it could just mean more money for him.

He kept a straight face his eyes bored into hers as he stretched out
his hand and pointed at the seat opposite him.

Gently sliding into the seat she had even forgot about her lack of
dress as she tried to think of something to say.

Her lack of conversation was starting to unnerve him. So trying to
provoke a response he picked himself up and stepped towards the door
speaking as he did. "Well, if you have nothing to say, then I think I
shall leave."

There's Something About Gabby Ch. 03

by itscalledhazing (UID 1298984)

https://www.literotica.com/s/theres-something-about-gabby-ch-03

Gabby's mum finds herself forced to help her.

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She grabbed his hand stopping him as she let out a single word
"Please..."

He grinned but he didn't move instead he waited for her to speak again.

"Just tell me what we have done to deserve this. I mean, didn't the
lord teach us to forgive?" She looked up at him with pity in her eyes
but was only met by his yellow toothed grin.

Picking up the tape recorder with her taped outburst from yesterday he
pushed the play button and watched as she laughed nervously.

"That was just a joke, you know." Her weak laugh did nothing to make
her weak argument sound plausible. "I thought you were trying to get me
to join another church you see. I'm proud to be Catholic and part of St
Michaels's church committee and it's..." Olivia tried to explain her
lie but she was interrupted by Graham snorting laugh.

"Bullshit love, you don't have any type of defence. Your church is now
a complex of lovely flats and before you even attempt to lie to me
about belonging to another church, I have already talked with them, and
none of them have even heard of your family. So as I said you have no
defence."

He went back to his seat and sat down once again letting the silence
increase the tension inside the room.

"Please, you can't expel Gabby, she is so close to finishing," Olivia
pleaded with him.

"And that is exactly what is so bad about all this. You have
consistently lied about your religion for years. I'm sorry, but nothing
you say will change my mind." Graham firmly stated, as he crossed his
arms letting them rest on top of his beer gut.

"How about money... Whatever the church is paying you I can double it,
maybe even triple it, please." She was fast running out of ideas.

"The Catholic Church runs on the power of faith we don't need any
money." He bit his tongue to keep from laughing. "Anyway how can you
double or triple the best currency in the world? Faith! However, now I
can add attempted bribery to the list."

Graham was impressed with himself not only had he sounded convincing he
had also managed to keep a straight face throughout his little speech.
Smirking, he took a sip of his tea waiting for her response.

"How about a donation to the church? My husband is really wealthy; he
can make a sizable donation," she offered.

"Money is pointless in this situation. The school has received all the
donations it needs, and as you know the church doesn't like to have too
much money." He eyed her up and down before deciding to go in for the
kill. "However, there is something you can help me with."

"Whatever it is, I will help. I have to get Gabby through school."

He eyes widened slightly before he regained his composure, "well, as I
have been faithful to my religion all my life, I have had to forgo
numerous temptations."

He breathed the last word as he licked his lips. "One of those I have
had to give up was the pleasure of the flesh, and I have been getting
awfully lonely," his voice trailed off as he met her horrified look.

It didn't take much for her to make up her mind. The repercussions of
having a failure for a daughter and the threat of legal action would
ruin her social and financial standing. Then to top it all off she
would be facing her worse nightmare: having to get a job and actually
work for a living.

Besides, she told herself, she had used her body to get what she wanted
before. How else would she have passed her degree or managed to get her
husband promoted, despite him having the intellect of a carrot. As long
as it was a one time thing, she reckoned that she could live with
herself knowing that she was still the queen of her neighbourhood.

She looked at him again. His features and manners repulsed her. His
forehead was dripping in sweat whilst his belly raised and fell with
each ragged breath he took as his face rested on his double chin.

But the thing that disturbed her most was that grin plastered on his
face, looking every inch like an alcoholic that had just been given
access to a brewery.

"Now then, Olivia, this will be all over in 30 minutes if your lucky,
or five minutes if your unlucky," he laughed at his own joke as he fell
to his knees and crept towards her frozen frame.

Sitting on the couch with just a towel wrapped around her, she was
starting to feel as good as naked. It almost felt like it wasn't real
as she watched his hand move forward and felt him grasp the towel and
pull it slowly apart.

The sweet smell of lavender shower gel hit his nostrils as her naked
body was exposed to his gaze. Now it was Graham's turn to freeze.

His eyes were immediately hypnotised by her full and puffy nipples that
perfectly capped off her heavy breasts and they seemed to scream out
for his touch and taste.

Olivia knew what he was thinking. Ever since high school, when she was
blessed with her large breasts, she found that her nipples had always
been unusual. She needed extra padded bras just to stop her nipples
from showing.

However, Olivia soon grew to love them. They were incredibly sensitive
and sent thrills through her body as men never seemed to tire of
sucking on them.

It was when she looked up from his perspiration soaked head that she
actually realised just where they were in the house. She was sitting in
the seat facing the window where anyone who walked past could look in
and see everything.

Quickly, she wrapped her towel back around her and stood up, taking his
clammy hand in hers, leading him out of the room. "I can't risk anyone
looking in so we need to do this is some other room. You have thirty
minutes to do what you want and then you give me all your evidence and
leave."

Graham saw her pause, and thinking she wanted an answer, he replied,
"Fine with me, but I'm gonna start the countdown when I get my mouth on
your hot body and I am starting to get restless." With that he pulled
her into him, and as they fell back into the kitchen, Graham planted
his mouth hard onto her lips.

The smell of his breath on her lips made it hard for her to keep from
gagging, yet still he tried forcing his tongue into her mouth. Again
she felt his hands grip her towel and rip it from her. Quickly her
breasts were manhandled by his slimy, sweaty hands covering every inch
of her enormous chest.

She grimaced with his rough handling, but Graham couldn't care he was
just enjoying the feel of this woman's perfect breasts. They were full
and soft to the touch, and though they sagged slightly, they were the
best pair he had ever seen.

Cradling each one in a hand, he pinched her dark pink nipples, feeling
them get hard under his touch. Removing his lips from hers he lifted
her breast, allowing his tongue to slowly circle her nipple before
taking it in his mouth and sucking hard. He swapped between nipples,
taking each one in his mouth in turn as he felt his cock strain to be
let free.

Olivia closed her eyes, trying not to enjoy the attention. Her husband
had left five long weeks ago and she had only herself for company. It
had been ages since she had gone this long without sex, and her body
was starting to miss another person's touch, though she wasn't
expecting it to be this overweight loser.

She let her mind race as she tried to replace the visage of the
balding, overweight man in front of her with her husband's image.
However, her dream state was soon shattered as Graham grunted at her.

"You must love your family so much," he grinned at her. "I'm gonna love
every second of this!"

She ignored his comments, her eyes closed when she felt his hot breath
move back to her breast. Dreading what he would do next, she let out a
sharp shriek as she felt him bite down on her nipple at the same time
she couldn't help but let out an involuntary kick of her legs, allowing
his hands access to her neatly trimmed pussy.

Having been given an inch, Graham gladly took a mile. Viciously
attacking her cunt with greasy fingers rubbing her clit hard, he pried
open her lips letting his finger trace her mound.

His mouth stayed attached to her nipple whilst his hand began searching
the counters for something to help him. It didn't take him long until
his hand landed on the butter plate.

Clawing a lump with his fingers he slathered it to her cunt, feeling
her heat begin to melt the butter. He pierced her hot tunnel with his
index finger before she let out a surprised gasp.

Trying hard to picture her husband, Olivia moaned as she felt the
finger force its way up to the second knuckle. The twin attack on her
nipple and pussy, along with her vivid imagination, was starting to
have an effect on her body.

As he switched to her neglected nipple he pulled his finger from her
before pushing two back inside her. Twisting them in her buttery
wetness, he could feel her strong muscles clamp down.

Thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy, he was rubbing his palm
hard against her clit as she whimpered quietly. Dropping his hands
under her ass cheeks, he lifted her up and, placing her on the
sideboard, he kissed her full on the lips.

Graham grinned as he heard her moan louder, stepping back he leaned
down, inhaling the scent of butter and her pussy intertwined.
Stretching out his tongue, he flicked at her damp pussy, savouring the
taste as he went in for more. Targeting her fat lower lips, he pulled
them away, sucking them hard before letting each go as he alternated
between the two.

"Ohhh...God yes....uhh..." The words were hissed under Olivia's breath,
she didn't want to give him the satisfaction but his tongue felt good.
She squirmed as he licked around her centre before pushing his tongue
inside her, twisting it as the taste of butter slowly gave way to the
stronger taste of her cunt.

It was rare that her husband went down on her and when he did, he
wasn't as enthusiastic as Graham. Chanting her husbands name her legs
circled around Grahams head forcing him deeper into her centre.

"Fu...Fucking hell, Jason, keep on, ohhh G...God yes," she screamed as
her fingers grabbed at her nipples.

As she became wetter, Graham was torn between the natural urge to
breathe and his need to keep on tasting her mouth-watering cum. Opening
his mouth wider, he made sure his bottom teeth dragged along her tender
pussy.

Again Olivia was unable to avoid letting a loud moan escape her lips as
she felt him blow cool air over her engorged clit. The heat of her clit
followed by the cool air was electrifying. Not daring to look down, she
felt herself get ever closer towards climax.

"Ohhh Shit...," she groaned loudly. "Ahhh yes... don't stop." She
pinched her nipples hard as she muttered a near silent apology to her
husband. Quickly, her pleasure turned to pain as she felt his teeth
bite down on her clit.

"Fuck!" she cried out as her legs shot out. She could feel her blood
pumping in her bud as the sharp nip unlocked her orgasm. "Oh my God..."
She continued to shudder violently with Graham's mouth still attached
between her legs, hungrily cleaning her up.

When he finally managed to pull himself away from her legs, he had both
a grin and her juices plastered on his face as he stared at her dazed
expression. He sighed loudly as he pulled out his phone, deciding to
mess with her a bit more.

"Oh boy, am I lucky. I needed to try out my camera phone and this is
perfect." He took several pictures of her sitting on the counter with
her glistening pussy taking centre place.

Her eyes shot open, "What the hell do you mean!? Give that to me!"

"That's exactly what I intend to do," he laughed at her as he gestured
down to his cock.

"You just get down on your knees and finish what you've started!" He
took another picture of her startled face whilst he taunted her. "That
way you can be sure that Gabby will be finishing school. Oh, and
because I am so very kind, I won't spread these pictures around the
neighbourhood."

Olivia's mind was in a mess. She had just experienced her first orgasm
in several weeks, from an ugly, balding, middle aged man no less, and
now he wanted more and now he had a video showing her screaming in
pleasure.

So in the end it didn't matter what she thought she had no choice.
Slowly, she got down on her knees before pulling loose his straining
belt quickly followed by his stained trousers.

Cursing the world as she pulled down his tatty pants, his swollen cock
sprang out at her. Deciding to take a leaf out of his book, her hand
took a lump of butter and smeared it along his cock whilst Graham
groaned in satisfaction.

What she hadn't planned on was how turned on he actually was. She
watched in wonder as his cock twitched in her soft hand. One pump of
her hand and Graham felt his orgasm take hold.

Clinging on the sideboard, he yelled out in pleasure as wave after wave
of his cum coated her face. She let out a loud groan of disgust whilst
Graham on the other hand could only let out a chuckle.

"Ahhh fucking hell, that was good! Say cheese!" he smirked as he picked
up his camera and took a picture of her disgruntled face with his spunk
dripping from her chin.

It took her a while before the moment sunk in, "Wwwhaa...What! I
thought you said that you would give me the photos?" she questioned
him.

"Yeah, of course I will when I finish! But I didn't say I wouldn't take
more and I haven't finished yet!" He grinned at her. "I'm sure if you
give it a little kiss, it will be good for round two!"

Olivia reached for the paper towels and wiped her face before she
applied more butter on his shaft to try and mask the taste. If his cock
was anything like the taste of his spunk, then she would need every bit
of help she could get.

Sticking out her tongue, she flicked at his tip and thanked the strong
taste of butter. She bent her head further down, taking the head of his
cock in her mouth. Closing her eyes, she swallowed more of his length
marvelling at the thickness and as much as she hated herself for it,
she was starting to wonder just how good it would feel inside her.

It had been so long since Graham had felt a warm mouth enveloping his
cock. As she drew in her cheeks, sucking his cock harder, he rested his
hands on her head, forcing her to take more of his meat into his mouth.

Olivia was starting to get in her groove. She forged a fearsome
reputation in school and University for her oral skills, yet she could
never remember her mouth being stretched as wide as this before.

The taste of butter didn't take long to fade from his cock, and once
more she could taste his salty and thick spunk as she tried hard to
keep from gagging. She wanted this over with, and soon. Sucking in
harder, she sped up her thrusts, taking in as much as she could each
time before coming up for air.

Taking grip of her hair, he began to slam into her mouth, forcing his
entire shaft to be embedded in her throat. He grunted like a pig as his
eyes rolled back into his head.

Olivia was by nature a dominant woman but now Graham was in charge, and
found that she starting to get turned on from the helplessness of her
situation. Her submissive side was showing up, and she loved it.

"Ahhhh...Oh yes!!" Graham's voice sounded hoarse as he felt his climax
begin to bubble up. "Fuck yes, swallow this bitch." His toes curled
into the carpet as his first shot cannoned down her throat, quickly
followed by several more.

Luckily for Olivia, it wasn't as much as his first load, allowing her
to swallow it all down. As he released his grip on her head, she fell
back onto the cold tiled floor gasping for breath. With her eyes closed
her hand dropped to her crotch, rubbing her clit as her legs spread
wider and wider, as if to invite Graham down.

"Are you just going to sit there and watch or are you going to equal
things up? It's 2-1 so far." She couldn't believe she had actually said
the words, but her itch needed satisfying and her fingers were not
going to be enough. She needed to feel his thick cock inside her now.

Graham joined her on the floor, his eyes had lit up at her words as he
crawled on top of her and took in her right nipple in his mouth.
Shuffling in between her legs he grabbed hold of his thickening cock
and took aim.

Olivia let out a small satisfied grunt when she felt his cock stretch
her entrance. It felt massive inside her. After years of having her
husband's thin cock pound away, this was a totally new experience.

However, Graham wasn't giving her any time to get used to it. He
continued to push forward feeling her muscles give way to accommodate
him. Finally, she felt him stop. His wry hairs tickled her smooth mound
as he eased his weight down on top of her, forcing more of his cock in
deeper.

She couldn't believe how full she felt. His girth seemed to be twice
the size of her husbands as she felt his hot breath on her face. With
his large bulk on top of her she didn't have any where to go but it
didn't matter as long as his cock was still inside her.

Noticing her mouth was open Graham kissed her hard, forcing his tongue
to duel with hers as he lifted his hips slightly before dropping down.
She could only mumble around his tongue whilst he continued to thrust
into her.

"No wonder you wanted my cock, your husband must have a pencil for a
cock," he taunted her as he placed his hands on the floor on either
side of her chest. Pushing his body up, he heard her whimper not
wanting him to leave her body.

Bringing his knees up underneath her legs, he could see her eyes
looking beyond his shoulder. He could only imagine what she was
thinking as he thrust in harder, feeling her tight tunnel again stretch
to adjust to his wide tool.

He began to pick up his speed, slamming into her and enjoying her
fantastic tits wobbling each time he bottomed out. He might have been
kidding himself, but he could almost feel his groin starting to get
wetter, and it wasn't just his own cum.

"Ooohhh Fuck," he moaned loudly as he struggled to keep his breath.
Graham was getting the workout of his life. His sweat was dripping onto
her face as he dropped his mouth to her neck, nibbling and kissing
whilst she could only grumble. The floor was starting to get slippery
under his knees as cum and sweat from both of them mixed together.

Olivia started to moan louder as he dropped down on top of her,
thrusting in harder, hearing the squelching sound fill his ears.
"Uuhhh...ahhh," she gasped, spreading her legs wider, giving him
greater access.

His thick cock was hitting her sweet spots that her husband could never
reach and the affect was starting to make her lose her breath too.

Her eyes were now wide open. There was no point in denying who was
actually fucking her now. Wrapping her legs around him she felt her
orgasm start to reach tipping point as she gasped into his ear.

With her face screwed up in ecstasy Graham managed to find some added
stamina sending him into overdrive, his balls began to smack loudly
against her upturned ass as he went into a frenzy.

The flowered wallpaper she was staring at blurred as her eyes lost
focus. She could feel her clit rubbing hard against his immense bulk,
as he rubbed up against her groin. Finally she let herself go allowing
her climax to wash over her.

"Ah Ah... Fuck!!" she screamed out into the empty room her pussy
contracting around his twitching cock as her orgasm gripped her body.

"Arghhhh..." She buried her face in his neck letting her legs jerk
around him as he collapsed on top of her, exhausted from his workout.

After five minutes of lying on the floor, Olivia was the first to move,
trying to push his bulk off of her. With each breath, all she could
smell was his disgusting body odour.

After the umpteenth failure, she reached around for his sweaty balls
massaging them whilst he groaned. Pulling them down he immediately
rolled off her whimpering in pain as she took delight in the small
victory.

Looking over at him, she could see that her actions clearly had little
effect as his cock was still rock hard. Getting to her feet, and not
bothering with a glass, she turned the tap on, turned her head sideways
and ducked her head under the tap, drinking heavily.

There's Something About Gabby Ch. 03

by itscalledhazing (UID 1298984)

https://www.literotica.com/s/theres-something-about-gabby-ch-03

Gabby's mum finds herself forced to help her.

Page 3 of 3 page(s) (14353 characters)

"We're 2-2 now, love, but I think you owe me a lot more," he grinned at
her as he watched her bent form slurp from the tap. Scrambling to his
knees he spread her two perfect spherical cheeks apart, exposing her
rosebud to his gaze.

He had never thought of any ass as sexy, but hers definitely was. His
tongue was drawn as if by magnet to her tight hole. Taking a few
tentative licks around the centre he just decided to go for it and
curling his tongue into a dart he pushed against her opening slurping
loudly whilst Olivia let out a quite moan.

"Oh God yeah, Jason your tongue feels great... deeper," she moaned
louder. Her ass quickly response to his eagerness and started to open
as Graham continued to eat her out. Her weak knees gave up on her as
she slid onto the floor all the while pushing her ass back into his
face trying to force his tongue deeper.

Wrapping his hands under her hips, he pulled her ass back up to his
level. Smacking it gently as he lifted his head back up and scooted
towards her exposed back side.

"Now just think of my cock as a bee and your ass as a flower, and as we
all know, all flowers need to be pollinated!" The rubbish tumbled out
of his mouth before he knew it but it sounded right. "Now it's your
turn," he smirked feeling like an all powerful God behind her.

Taking another chunk of butter he rubbed it on his cock as Olivia tried
to reason with him. "W... Wait, what?" she wailed before her high
pitched voice was cut off by what seemed to her to be a huge pole
invading her ass.

She felt his tip stretch her hole wider and wider, until finally she
felt his whole head slip past her opening. She focused on breathing
heavily, trying to take her mind off his cock wedged inside her ass.
Thankfully Graham had paused, and was now smearing more butter on her
ass all the while singing the praises of her ass.

"Soo tight," he gasped as he kneaded the soft flesh of her ass still
forcing his cock inch by inch inside her. He could feel her sphincter
muscle slowly yield to his thick shaft as he enjoyed the warm velvet
feeling of the inside of her ass around his cock.

Olivia was starting to wonder how something that earlier felt too big
for her cunt, was now being forced up her ass but the fullness she was
feeling was now starting to feel good. Dropped her hand to her
glistening clit she began to circle it. "Fuck my ass!"

She closed her eyes as she once more tried to imagine her husband
forcing his cock inside her ass though his thickness was telling her
something different. "God Jason... so big..."

Graham grinned to himself as he moved his hands to her hips and slowly,
started to thrust in and out wanting her ass to relax before being
stretched wider with another thrust.

Soon his patience started to fall and he began to pick up the force
behind each thrust, taking pleasure in the small grunts she emitted
after each one until finally she let out a deep guttural groan as he
managed to fit his whole cock inside her.

"There that wasn't so bad now was it?" She let out a whimper as a reply
before he continued. "And seeing as I let you get used to it, now its
time for the real pleasure," he stroked her hair from her face as he
felt her tight ass tense around his cock.

Olivia's illusion of having Jason behind her was shattered as Graham's
voice entered her head. She closed her eyes and desperately tried to
fix her broken image but gave up when she felt him pull his cock from
her tender ass.

Looking down at her backside, Graham squeezed her fleshy cheeks as he
returned his hands to her hips, before slamming back inside again.

"Ooohhh Fuck!" She screamed feeling the air escape her lungs. She let
out another yelp as he pulled out once more. Again and again she felt
like he was ripping apart her ass with his thrusts. She tried to crawl
away, clawing at the floor, but his grip on her hips was tight as he
slammed back into her again.

Screwing up the mat that lay on the floor, she took two handfuls and
pulled as her muscles relaxed and the little jolts of pleasure she
experienced suddenly grew in strength forcing intense pleasure to take
over.

Letting out strained grunts, she felt his cock swell inside her, his
balls flying up and hitting her damp pussy as he gurgled in pleasure
above her.

Graham was enjoying her ass jiggle in time with his thrusts as he bit
down on his bottom lip. Raising one hand from her hip, he took a hold
of her golden hair pulling it back making her back to arch as he once
more notched up his pace.

"Fucking hell...ooh Jesus Christ!!" She screamed, his cock seemed
deeper than ever inside her and she loved it. With her body scrunched
up, her free hand grabbed hold of her tits squeezing her nipples hard
whilst her other hand vigorously finger fucked her wet cunt.

She could feel another orgasm surfacing from deep within her ass as she
screamed out again.

Using her hair as a handle Graham could fuck her harder, freeing up his
other hand to slap her ass. He was enjoying the squeal that came with
each hand print that swatted on her ass.

Pausing for a second he rested his hand on her red ass cheek and pushed
it up revealing the sight of her stretched anal ring wrapped around his
cock. It was an image he would never forget, and it was one that sent
him over the edge.

"Fucking hell, you dirty bitch... get ready," he grunted as he pulled
her hair further back, allowing his mouth to suck on her neck whilst
his hand joined hers on her cunt rubbing violently as he shot his load
deep inside her ravaged cavern.

"Arghhhh... Fuck!" She squealed as with one quick slap on her tender
clit he quickly pulled out, flipped her over and twisted on top of her
so that he faced her cunt.

Her hot, abuse ass seemed to sizzle as she landed on the cold kitchen
tiles yet she didn't have time to acknowledge it as he latched onto her
quivering pussy. "Ahhh shit!" She groaned as his tongue circled her
sensitive clit gently pulled at it whilst she continued to gasp
inadvertently letting his dripping cock ease into her mouth.

Spluttering she tried to remove his shaft that so recently had been
lodged in her ass, from her mouth but once more her body took over her
mind when she felt his finger enter her needy cunt.

Giving in to her body's needs, she felt her third orgasm charge through
her body. The immense pleasure caused her to blindly suck greedily on
the cock lodged in her mouth whilst she flooded his face with her
juices.

With his cock now finally beginning to weaken Graham continued to drink
all that was offered, forcing his tongue deep inside her loving the
sweet taste until satisfied with his work he rolled off her.

Heaving himself up onto the kitchen stool, Olivia soon followed suit,
both of them were now a sweaty mess. Licking clean his finger, he
wondered exactly how many pounds he had lost in various body liquids.

"With a mother who is this dedicated to her future, Gabby is defiantly
going to go far in life," he panted, as he rested his head in his
hands.

Now that her pleasure had left her body Olivia had reverted to her
shocked almost comatose state.

Seeing her expression Graham couldn't help but take another picture
before continued to speak, "well now, I think once a week until Gabby
graduates will keep my mouth firmly shut," He watched as she turned her
gaped at him horrified, "or perhaps more?" He taunted letting the
question hang in the air hoping she wouldn't see the trick.

"What... No, No I think once a week will be fine." She gabbled quickly
trying her best to smile at him, "besides, you're gonna need the rest
of the week to recover."

"Alright, I'll be back same time next week, and I will certainly look
forward to it," he spoke making it sound like he was doing her a favour
before he leaned over a kissed her full lips.

Grinning at her he picked up his clothes and pulled them on before
turning around to face her. Dropping his finger to her pussy he forced
it inside as he kissed her. Removing his finger he licked it clean as
he picked up his camera and ran from the house. He was about to leave
when he turned around and took another picture of her.

Safely in his car he looked over the picture as he let his head drop
back in amazement. "Another Kodak moment," he smirked. It was going to
be a good two months.

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