Steve Masters - Mom_s summer swap camp

The instant this happened, Mavis Richards knew what she would have to do. There was no other way. Her throat was so thick she couldn't have spoken to save her life right then. Her nipples ached for another's touch. But, more important than any of that, was her pussy.

Her hot, burning pussy.

Her pussy that needed attention so bad. Her pussy that burned with lust just beneath the material of her slacks, from both the sights and sounds taking place before her, as well as from the attention she was giving it with her own rotating, pleasure-giving fingers.

Her pussy… dripping, quivering, staining both her panties and her slacks until her fingertips that played there were moist from her juices.

As Lana Jordan began giving her husband head, Mavis Richards could not help but moan.

God, they're beautiful, she thought. So sexy, so beautiful. Oh my God look at them… look at her fine young body… look at that lovely cock, ready to fill her with gobs of hot cum… listen to them moan… ohhh… ohhh my pussy needs it so bad… I-I have to do it! I have to!!

Giving one last, hurried look around to make sure that no one was watching, Mavis did not waste another moment. The hot need for sex would not let her!

She leaned back against the cabin, taking her eyes from the couple within for just an instant, and undid the belt and zipper of her jeans. She was really breathing hard now. Gasping, was more like it. She couldn't remember ever having been so turned on.

Oh sure, ever since Vic had divorced her those many years ago, she had done her share of masturbating, but it had always been in total privacy, with the lights off, with only vague fantasies to turn her on and get her off. But this… this was real! This was no fantasy. There were real people toying and playing with each other in there, and it was more exciting than anything Mavis Richards had ever known.

With the slacks undone, she slid them down her legs. Lifting one leg, she slipped her foot out of them. And that was all she had time for. There was no time for the other leg. Not now. Now there was only time to do it!

When she looked back in the window, she saw that, although she had been away for only an instant, things had changed.

Apparently, good as Lana Jordan's deep-throat technique was, Mike had chosen to go the pussy route. Or maybe Lana herself had begged to get on with it, so that she too could get back in the swing of things.

In any event, when Mavis peered in this time, Lana was stretched out on her back sideways across the bed with her legs wrapped tightly around her husband's waist, and his ass was quivering before Mavis' eyes as he fucked away at the lovely red-haired bitch.

"Ahhhh… uuummmm," Lana moaned. "Fuck me, baby… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… ahhh… mmmm…"

Mavis stared unblinkingly at the fuck action on the bed while both of her own hands went immediately to work. Her left hand cupped her left tittie through her blouse and her thumb and index finger went to work on the nipple, teasing and twisting and pulling at it with wild abandon. Her right hand dropped to the hot bush between her legs.

She was dripping wet already, her cum juices dribbling down her inner thighs. Her index and middle fingers found her erect, burning clitoris and started rotating there, and right away tremors of pre-orgasmic delight coursed through her turned-on body.

"Ohhhh… oooooo," Lana groaned inside the cabin.

"Mmmmm… ahhhh," Mavis moaned outside.

"Uhhhh… mmmmpppphhhhfff…" grunted Mike as he fucked his beautiful wife.

The couple on the bed was completely gone now, and Mavis was riding right along with them, her hand whipping her cunt furiously as Lana and Mike ground their torsos against each other, the springs of the bed groaning madly beneath them and, for the first time, the sweet, tangy scent of their lovemaking actually drifting out across the room and through the window to further heighten the sensations racing through the horny voyeur's hot body as she finger-fucked herself towards her fiery climax.

Lana's long fingernails were clawing and scratching wildly at Mike's back.

"Mike… Mike… oh, like that… deep… deep… ohhhhh… deep… ohhhh… mmmmmm…"

"Ohhh, baby, oh baby," Mike kept groaning over and over as he thrust his burning cock in and out of her hot, sucking cunt.

Suddenly Lana grasped him to her with her legs even tighter than before. He cupped her firm, quivering ass with his hands and her whole body seemed to lift off the bed.

"I-I'm there!!" she screamed. "Ohmygod… I-I'm… I'm cummiinnnggg!!"

"Ohhh Baaabbbyyy!!" Mike gasped, and that was the moment Mavis had been waiting for.

"Oooohhh, mmmppphhh…" she moaned as her cunt exploded under her fingers.

They all came together!

Standing there, rocking and swaying against the wall, wave after warm, beautiful wave of passion washed over the masturbating mother, as inside on the bed the young husband and wife gripped each other soulfully, his cock lodged to its full length within her, throbbing and exploding its gift of thick, hot cum while her own juices pumped and dripped from between them, soaking the bed beneath.

Although it seemed to last for a delicious eternity, the moment of Mavis' climax was but perhaps only a half-minute in duration. But even at that, it was the most beautiful, thunderous orgasm she could remember, and when it had finally flowed from her, she could only pull herself away from the window and lean back against the wall for another full minute, to catch her breath and let her hammering heart return to normal.

Slowly but surely, her senses returned. Taking another look around, and seeing that no one had discovered her, she took a last peek over the windowsill at the Jordans' bedroom.

Things had slowed down for them too. They lay on their backs now, under the covers, and Mike was holding Lana against his side. Both of them had contented, lazy smiles on their lips and their eyes were closed… which was a good thing, Mavis suddenly realized with a start. From where they lay now, if their eyes had been open, they could not have helped but see her peering in on them.

This realization helped to speed her along on the road to recovering her senses, and without taking the time to look in again, she reached down and slid back into her slacks.

The warm afterglow of sex was now being replaced by a creeping sense of guilt and shame at what she had done…

But there was no time to entertain such thoughts now. Every moment she spent there, she now realized, only increased the chances of her being discovered, and discovery… well, she couldn't even face the prospect of that in her mind.

And so, making sure that everything about her was again at least relatively in order, Mrs. Mavis Richards left the back wall of the Jordan cabin and returned to the sheltered, winding path that led back to the woods.

And never once did she see her fifteen-year-old son Billy.

Billy who, from his hidden vantage point behind a tree some three yards away, had witnessed the whole thing…

Mavis was troubled, and she needed to be alone.

All around her, nature was in its glory. She had strolled deep into the woods after leaving the Jordans' cabin, and it seemed like another world out here. Pure and clean and fresh, with the songs of birds and crickets filling the afternoon and the scent of the clean air and the pine trees causing her senses to tingle pleasantly.

She sank down onto a fallen log with a sigh and looked for a long while into space, seeing nothing. But it wasn't another world. It was the same world. The same world here in the woods as back there at Sunny Acres, behind the cabin of those young newlyweds.

It was the same world… and it was a confusing one.