Carol Davis - Mom_s busy bedroom

“I’m so glad you’ve come back into my life,” she gasped.

Ernie was one of a kind. A man whose talent was in his tongue. A man who knew how to slip his prick up every hole in her body. One time she recalled he had even asked to fuck her armpits. Now he was doing his best to add his delightful tongue thrills to her pussy. He was succeeding. She was juicing. His mouth went over her in a suction-cup fashion as he ate her with determination.

When he pulled away he told her to leave his cock alone.

“You’re getting me too excited. Relax, baby, relax.”

She lay back and relaxed. His arms swept around her.

“I dig you, baby,” he told her. “You are really something.”

It was this that made her understand a lot of things. For he had obviously been a marvelous lover to her.

“Oh, baby,” he told her, “you don’t know how good you make me feel. It’s wonderful having a woman back.”

Reaching down she broke his admonition. For she was tempted to toy with his penis. She wanted to see if her manipulating movements could bring it back to life. She quickly discovered that it could. This aroused her. She toyed with it until it was rock hard.

“Baby,” she smiled at him, “you see, I’ve got it up again.”

She got down between his legs. She brought it to her mouth. Hungrily she sucked on it. He loved the way her mouth slipped over his shaft.

“Eat me,” he begged her. “Yes, that’s what I want you to do. Suck me. Suck me off.”

She held his ass cheeks as she ate his cock. He liked to stab it down her throat.

“Now you’re doing it,” he told her. “Oh, baby, you’re wonderful. Keep it up. That’s how. Oh, suck me, suck me.”

He could feel the excitement to his toes. He was training now as he thrust forward in regular rhythmic movements. She clasped his ass cheeks and held on for dear life as she let her head bob up and down on his long, throbbing male member. She wanted to feel once more Ernie’s thick cream load shooting into her mouth.

“Suck the life out of it,” he panted. “Oh, yes, suck me. That’s what I need. Suck it off. Suck, suck!”

Passionately she went on licking and sucking on his thick prick. It wasn’t going to be much longer now. He was pumping it to her with all of his might.

“Eat me,” he begged her anxiously. “Come on, baby, I need it. You know I do. Suck me. Suck me.”

With insistent thrusts he went on riding her face. All at once his hot white sperm shot into her mouth. She gulped hungrily.

“Eat your man’s stuff,” he panted. “Oh, honey, suck the cream out. That’s what I like. Eat it.”

She didn’t forget a thing. She knew he always liked to have a finger slipping up his asshole, massaging his prostate gland, just as he got his gun off. She parted his ass cheeks and tenderly eased a finger right up his rectum. Ernie loved it. Reaching down he held her right over his penis.

“Keep on, baby,” he told her, “don’t ever stop sucking it. Oh, yes, there’s more there.

Keep it up, honey.”

She continued sucking on his mainstem. Finally when all of the juice had shot out of his cock and he was starting to feel it tickling rather than a pleasurable sensation, he told her to stop.

“That’s enough, baby,” he told her, “you’ve taken enough out of it.”

Slowly she eased off his cock.

“Ohhh, baby,” he told her. “Just lie there between my legs. It’s fun to feel you there.”

As she lay on his thigh, she reached over and caressed Ernie’s ass. He enjoyed her fingers playing around down there. She massaged his balls gently.

“It’s where it all begins, honey,” she smiled. “Right in your balls.”

“I’ve only got balls for you,” he grinned broadly.

Finally Ernie asked her bluntly, “Who keeps you satisfied? You’re a nympho. You’ve got to have some man who’s a real stud servicing you.”

“I’ve been sexually starved,” she lamented. “It’s been awful, Ernie. I’ve tried to follow the straight and narrow. But it never works for me. I’m always running back to get more sex. That’s why I had to call you.”

”I’m glad you did,” he told her, “and don’t worry about my wife, Marge. She never gives me enough sex. You understand what I need.”

“Most women are prudes,” she said quietly. “They don’t realize how important it is for a man to get a blow job. And they don’t appreciate the fine art of pussy eating. You do. You like to eat my snatch, don’t you, Ernie baby?”

“Naturally I do,” he told her. “I think every man should eat pussy. It’s a wonderful way to enjoy oneself.”

“Of course it is,” she told him, “and it’s ridiculous the way people make such a fuss about it. You would think there was something wrong about oral sex.”

“There’s nothing wrong,” he told her, “except with thinking it’s wrong. Sex is beautiful not dirty, in my book.”

He reached down and gently caressed her head.

“When are we gonna make it again?” he asked her.

“We will,” she assured him. “Don’t you worry about that. You know, I have a teenage son now.”

“Where’s he getting his rocks off?” Ernie asked suspiciously.

“Not with me,” she said tightly.

Freddy vowed that he was going to get all the sex he could at school. But it wouldn’t be easy. For he had set his mind on Joyce. Joyce was the envy and despire of all the other girls. She had beautiful red hair, fair skin and green eyes. It was a stunning combination that drove Freddy off his rocker.

One day he invited her to join him at a rock festival.

“Joyce,” he suggested, “would you like to go with me to hear the rock concert next Saturday night?”

“Freddy,” she smiled, “you know I can’t break up going with Greg. He would be disappointed.”

”You’ve been going with Greg too long,” he told her.

“What do you mean?” Joyce asked innocently.

“You’ve got to have variety,” Freddy suggested. “You ought to find out what it would be like to enjoy other men.”

Joyce thought about it a long moment.

“There’s a lot of truth in what you say, Freddy,” she agreed. “A girl really ought to try the different flavors before she settles for one. Right?”

“Right on,” Freddy agreed.

Freddy had made his point. Now she was listening and listening carefully.

“All right, Freddy,” she told him, “I’ll just explain to Greg that I want to go with someone else. A girl has to try the different flavors. How else is she gonna know which man she prefers?”

Grinning happily, Freddy admitted his conquest.

When he told his mother that day after school that he’d made a date with Joyce, she was outraged.

“That’s a great achievement, son. I guess every other stud in high school has fucked her. Why shouldn’t you?”

”That’s nice, mom,” he complained. “So I make a big conquest and you get jealous.”

“You’re out of your mind, Freddy,” she told him, “if you think for one minute that I would ever be jealous of her.”

However, she figured she would treat him that night to something unique. When he had undressed and slipped into bed around ten-thirty, she went into his bedroom totally nude. She paraded around his bedroom and suggested that she could give him a massage.

“Do you have a license?” Freddy asked her seriously.

“I hope I don’t need one to massage my own boy’s back,” she laughed.

“All right, mom,” Freddy agreed.

At that point he threw back the bed clothes and lay there stark naked.

Harriet applied oil to her hands from a plastic container she’d brought with her. Then she surprised Freddy by applying the oil to her own body. Soon she was oily all over. Then she bent over and brushed her oily bosoms back and forth across her son’s buttocks. Freddy enjoyed the feel of her great breasts.