Sally Simpson: Hot family action

Tears rolled down her cheeks as a spiky orgasm sped through her, pounding her guts and spine, clouding her vision. Lights seemed to pop behind her eyes; her tits tingled, the nipples straining and scratching against her bra.

It was over all too soon. But she was still very, very excited. And she knew that the slightest pressure on her cit would spark another fantastic climax. She paused for a moment, holding her finger next tp her cunt. She wanted to bring herself off again, but even now, Chuck was coming out of his daze. Shaking his head, fluttering his eyelashes, he began to sit up and wipe the gooey mess off his prick shaft.

She had to think quickly. How was she going to get out of this awkward situation? What if Chuck were to suddenly get up and discover her spying on him? There was really only one solution. She'd have to re-enter the, house, making enough noise to warn the boy so he'd have time to pull on his shorts and get rid of the magazine and the washcloth. She=d pretend she'd seen nothing, had no idea that he had been jacking off.

Chuck was still panting on the floor. He'd let go of the washcloth, and his prick, lying against his right thigh, was beginning to shrivel. As it did, a few more precious drops of thick white cum were forced out of the shrinking head, and Felicia licked her lips hungrily.

But everything would be mined if he discovered her standing there watching him, so while he was still wrapped up in the pleasure of cumming, she backed out toward the front hallway and eased the door shut behind her. She waited a few minutes, and then, jingling her keys loudly, began to fumble with the lock, finally getting the door open.

"Chuck, I'm home!" she called out. She heard a mad scrambling coming from the living room, and she waited a few moments in the entryway before walking down the hail.

Chuck was standing in the living room in his cut-offs, looking flustered and ashamed. A vein in his temple pulsed; his eyes and lips were still puffy from his orgasm. Out of the corner of her eye, Felicia saw an edge of the magazine sticking out from behind the overstuffed chair, but she quickly looked away.

"Gosh, Mom, what are you doing home from your meeting so early?" Chuck asked hoarsely.

"Oh, I have a headache; thought I'd just come home and take a nap. How was surfing this morning?"

"Oh, great,… I got home a little early myself," he said. There was a tense moment of silence.

At last, Felicia smiled and said: "That's nice, dear. Well, I think I'm going to go ahead and lie down for a bit."

" Gee, sorry you're not feeling well, Mom." "Nothing to worry about. There's some leftover chicken in the fridge when you get hungry.

"I'm going over to Bobby Chilton's in a few minutes. Gonna help him work on his convertible. Guess we'll probably just grab a hamburger somewhere."

"All right, sweetie. See you for dinner then," Felicia said, fighting the urge to grab him and kiss him passionately.

She turned and walked slowly down the hail. When she got to her bedroom, she closed the door behind her and began stripping. The sweat was rolling down her body, and she didn't think she could stand the weight of her clothing for another minute. She kicked off her shoes, unzipped her dress and let it slide down to the floor in a heap. Then she stepped out of it, kicking it aside. Since it was summer, she hadn't bothered with nylons. All she wore beneath her dress were bikini panties and a sheer bra. These she slipped out of quickly, and then she flung herself onto the king-sized bed.

Almost immediately, she began running her fingers over her large tits, kneading the springy, supple flesh, tweaking her stiff, rose-colored nipples. Her nipples were very, very sensitive. It was as if there were one long nerve leading from them to her pulsing, over-sized cut. How it tingled and- pulsed when she played with herself!

Images of her son's jacking-off episode flooded her mind. Her cunt pulsed violently, and thick, fragrant cunt juice began to ooze out, staining the bedspread, sliding down the crack of her ass.

"Oh, Chuck… " she sighed, picturing the boy in bed with her, his mouth to her large firm tit. She slid her hands down her thigh, pried open her cunt labes and began running her index finger up and down her slick cunt-slit, shivering and whimpering at the exciting burst of pleasure this brought her. Back and forth, back and forth she brushed her finger, slithering it across her dit, which had become stiff and erect. It was so engorged with blood that the lightest touch made it vibrate with sensation.

This continued until Felicia could stand it no more. She plunged first one, then two, then three fingers up her writhing cunt, plowing them in and sliding them back, pumping them in fucking motions that sent her gasping and wiggling while she pressed down on her cit.

"Chuck, darling! Oh, my darling, darling Chuck!" she groaned. In her imagination, it was his thick, throbbing prick that was reaming out her tender cunt, forcing its way up her slick, squirming fuck tunnel to her womb.

She tossed from side to side, her thick glossy hair fanning out beneath her. Now she curved her fingers slightly so the nails dug into her sensitive pussy flesh, setting off hundreds of sparks of pleasure.

"Ugh! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!" she cried, her cunt muscles contracting bard around her fingers with her left hand, she grabbed her cit between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. An explosion of thrilling sensation erupted deep in her pussy, pulsing through her sensitive nerves to her ass and up her spine. Her thighs quivered, her muscles tensed, and then she screamed loudly as a tremendous orgasm washed over her.

"CHUCK! Chuck, baby!" she called out, spasm after spasm seizing her until all at once, she collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.

A few moments later, spent and exhausted, the full shame of her desperate fantasy hit her. "Dear God, what am I going to do?" she whimpered, for she knew this would not be the end of it.

Felicia squirmed in her chair. Her cunt was churning with excitement spewing a syrupy stream of pussy juice out between her thighs. Desperate for some sort of relief, she squeezed her legs together, pressing hard on her swollen cut. A spasm of excitement shot through the sensitive little nub, and Felicia had to choke down a low groan of pleasure. Grabbing her napkin, she twisted it between her fingers until they turned white from the strain. But that didn't ease the tension she felt.

She needed relief, and she needed it right away, so she dropped the napkin and slid her hand underneath the table. Opening her thighs, she balled her hand into a fist and pressed the knuckles into the crotch of her damp panties.

As soon as she touched her steamy groin, a powerful jolt of sensation raced through her cit. She bit down on her lip to stifle her gasp of excitement, but she couldn't keep from shuddering. The table shook, spilling water from the glasses onto the tablecloth.

Quickly, she looked around the table, expecting Chuck and David to be staring at her. But to her relief, neither her son nor her husband had even noticed. They were still talking about the three-wheeler that Chuck wanted to buy. They hadn't been paying the slightest attention to her. And it was a good thing, too, because all through dinner, she had been unable to keep her eyes off of Chuck.

She loved the way his muscles bulged in his T-shirt, the way a lock of his light blond hair kept falling over onto his forehead. But most of all, she loved what she couldn't see his immense, pulsing cock.

Now she felt another sharp twinge of need in her cunt, and slowly, carefully, she began pounding her fist into her cunt mound, straining to control the yelps of pleasure that threatened to escape each time she touched on her sensitive cut.