Alma

The old woman hummed to herself as she entered the room, closing the door behind her before turning to appraise Lisa. "Ahh, you're awake." she said in a tone that sounded equal parts genuine kindness and devious malice. The old woman leaned in to peer at Lisa's soiled cunny giving it an approving cluck of her tongue before moving to stand beside her at the side of the bed.

"How are you feeling dearie? Poor Virgil is having a quick kip, but he'll be back to take care a you again in no time." she grinned down. "So hows my girl?" Asked Alma warmly, reaching out to place a hand on Lisa's stomach and rubbing her gently. After a pause Lisa shrugged uncertainly to which Alma continued. "I'm sorry we tricked you love... you needed somewhere to stay and were so insistent and well, Virgil needs a wife. I need a daughter... and grandkids!" she chuckled merrily before falling silent, her pudgy fingers still tracing absently over the cowgirl's soft flesh.

"An I didn't know ya was a virgin, that was a sweet little surprise. Oh how we must have scared ya but..." her hand wandered slightly lower, fingertips almost brushing over the top of Lisa's slit. "Well there was a moment there, seemed ya were quite enjoying the whole thing. Thought maybe it were what you wanted after all." At this her hand slipped lower still, fingertips gently tracing over her puffy, sticky labia before she froze and Alma looked down into Lisa's eyes intensely as if giving her an ultimatum.

Lisa gulped and pondered for a moment, the tingly sensation inside her rising to boiling point before reaching a crescendo as she nodded silently, a wave of nauseous pleasure washing through her as she admitted to the old woman and to herself, her newly awakened desires. She squirmed under Alma's experienced touch as her stubby fingers rewarded the cowgirl with soft gentle strokes, sighing softly.

"Oh darlin!" Alma gushed, her other hand slipping inside the front of her dress to tend to her own, no doubt sopping cunt. "You've made this old lady so very happy."

Lisa's eyes rolled back in her head as Alma toyed with her delightfully sensitive pussy, all else forgotten but her pleasure, fueled by the dark sordid memories of their earlier congress. She started to buck her hips, trying to grind herself to her climax against Alma, eliciting a chuckle from the older woman.

"Here darlin." she said, retracting her fingers from her dress and reaching over to dangle them over Lisa's face. "This'll help..." she whispered, nodding sagely down at Lisa, who parted her lips, opening wide to allow the shiny, slick digits in. Alma obliged, the sharp, familiar tang of the old woman's drippings overwhelming Lisa's senses as she sucked greedily, pushing her over the edge.

"Oh momma!" she cried as another soul crushing orgasm took her, Alma working the cowgirl's soaked folds expertly. She bucked and writhed under the old woman who cooed tenderly until Lisa fell still, stars clouding her vision when she finally opened her eyes. Once they cleared she could make out Virgil's silhouette in the open doorframe who echoed her cry.

"Oh momma!" he blurted excitedly, stumbling into the room.

"Yes son, come see... she's all ready for ya now." Alma exclaimed gleefully, reaching up to untie Lisa's wrists as Virgil shed his trousers and took his place between the cowgirl's legs. Once freed, Lisa was guided up into Virgil's arms and he hoisted her up, plunging deep into her still quivering cunt as her hands wrapped around behind his neck and her legs coiled tightly around his hips. Virgil rutted Lisa wildly as Alma watched from over his shoulder, staring deeply into Lisa's eyes as the blissful young woman smiled back, Alma masturbating furiously all the while as her powerful feminine musk filled the room.