Steve Masters - Mom_s summer swap camp

"Ooohhhh… suck them… suck them… that's it but don't take my clothes off yet… just suck them through the blouse… oh, that's it… ohhh, baby… ohhhh…" Mavis Richards pulled up short at the sound of the moans drifting out through the cabin window. At first she'd had some trouble telling just what the sound was. It had almost sounded like someone in pain. But if it was pain, it was sweet pain, there could be no doubt about that now. No sir, no doubt at all.

Someone seemed to be getting it on, and getting it on very hot and heavy indeed, and they didn't seem to mind at all who knew about it!

Mavis took a moment to look around and get her bearings. She and the kids had only arrived at Sunny Acres earlier that morning, and she still was working at getting the layout of the place straight in her mind.

Now she had it. She was behind cabin Number Seven. One of the units that had been rented out by the owner before she and her children had arrived to take charge for the summer. Number Seven… Number Seven… her mind clicked back until she had it. Of course! The Jordans…

"Ohhhh, Mike…" the voice from inside the cabin crooned again. "Ohhh, you know how to keep your woman so happy… ohhhh, darling… ummm… mmmmm… work your tongue like that some more… uhmmmm… ohhhh…"

Mavis Richards took another look around her, feeling the blood begin to race a little more hotly through her veins, to begin pounding at her temples.

There was no one around. She had been coming down the thickly foliaged pathway that ran behind some of the cabins, on her way back to the office after a brief stroll through the woods. She could not only not see anyone from where she now stood, but the area was so overgrown with shrubs and trees that she was quite certain that she herself could not be seen either.

Mavis was an attractive, slim, extremely well-preserved brunette in her early thirties, and even the somewhat confused frown that now bent down the corners of her lush mouth could not mar the earthy, sensual beauty of her softly sculpted face.

Yes, Mavis was confused. Confused, and torn. Torn between knowing what she wanted to do, and knowing that she shouldn't do it!

Could anyone blame Mavis for wanting to peek? Especially considering how long – how very, very long – it had been since she'd had a man of her own?

The next series of moans from the window made up the young mother's mind for her.

"Ohhhh, Christ, Mike… that's it… finger me through the jeans… ohhhh, Lord…"

Mavis gulped so loudly that she was somewhat surprised that the young couple inside couldn't hear her. But of course that was foolish. Even if the noise had been that loud, they certainly had enough other diversions to occupy their attentions, didn't they?

Well, it sure sounded like they did and, despite her more rational inclinations to the contrary, Mavis Richards planned to find out for sure.

She parted some bushes and took the last remaining step to the back wall of the cabin. The nipples under her clinging summer blouse were erect and hard, poking through the sheer material as if they were trying to escape. As the branch of a nearby tree brushed across the excited tips, Mavis felt a tremor course through her body that surprised her as much as it excited her.

I really am turned on! she thought to herself. This… this is crazy! I know I shouldn't be doing this, I know it's not right, but… I'm soooo excited!

With this last battle over her conscience won, Mavis drew her face closer to the open window. She peeked slowly around the sill, cautiously at first, and then throwing caution to the wind as she caught an eyeful of the scene before her, and as she realized how safe she was from danger of discovery.

It was very doubtful, to say the least, that either of the people in the bedroom before her would bother taking the time out from what they were doing to gaze out a window!

Mavis peered in just as the girl on the bed gave another long, lusty moan.

"Mmmmm… Mike… I love it, baby… I love it… ohhhh, suck my nipples, baby… mmmmmm…"

The young couple was stretched out across the large queen-size bed, which was still made. They were both fully dressed, casually in jeans, but it was obvious that they weren't going to stay that way for long!

Mike Jordan was a firm-muscled, husky brute of a young man, and at that moment he was pumping the upper thigh of one of his legs up and down across the crotch of the girl under him. At the same time his head was bowed and he was playing with one of her firm young titties, and sucking hard at the other one through the material of her blouse.

This was driving shapely, red-haired Lana Jordan more than a little crazy! From the window, Mavis could see wet, clinging material holding lovingly to the boob which Mike was kneading with his strong left hand. Apparently that had been sucked and nibbled through the blouse too, the same way he was now going after the other one.

Mavis watched as Mike had his fun with his young wife's quivering titties. The sucking sounds he made as he drew the material of the blouse into his mouth filled the room. Once the material, and the titty-tip beneath it, were deep in his sucking mouth, he set his tongue and teeth to work, flicking, licking and nibbling, while all the time continuing to hand-play the other boob and work his knee around the tight crotch of the girl's jeans.

"Lord, now… now," panted the redhead. "Take my clothes off, honey… strip me… please… strip me and fuck me… I'm-I'm dripping wet for you, baby!!"

At the window, Mavis bit down hard on her lower lip, her eyes glued unblinkingly on the scene before her. In her fascination she did not even realize that one of her hands had dipped down to one of her own titties; that as she watched young Lana Jordan get her boobs fiddled with, so did she begin to stroke one, and then the other, of her own aroused nipples through the material of her blouse.

You think you're horny, she felt like saying out loud to the chick on the bed. Honey, if only you knew how lucky you are. If you only knew how long it's been since I've had a man with a good mouth and a good tongue and good hands, running them over my hot boobs!

On the bed, Mike Jordan was more than happy to comply with his young bride's wishes. He propped himself back up off her, resting on his haunches, and undid the buttons of her blouse, doing it slowly, one button at a time, to heighten the effect on her.

The girl was so horned up that she could hardly keep still, twisting on the bedspread and bringing her own hands down between her legs. The tip of her tongue was out between her wet lips and her breath was coming in short, choking gasps as she diddled her pussy through the material of her jeans.

"H-hurry, honey," she panted. "I've got to have you… I need that big hard prick of yours up my cunt sooo bad… hurry… hurry, please!!"

Handsome Mike Jordan chuckled as his eyes dropped to her fingers ravaging her crotch.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked teasingly. "Is your old man too slow for you?"

She giggled as his fingers worked free the last button of her blouse and parted it over the freckled, milky whiteness of her smooth shoulders.

"My old man's just perfect!" she said, propping herself up on one curved arm. "It's just that I just realized how selfish I've been. You've been doing all the work! Lay down, honey, and let me go to work on you!"

Mike Jordan gave a lusty laugh. "Okay, baby," he grinned. "Anything to keep peace in the family! But not until I get to see that fine ass and pussy of yours!"

Unfastening her jeans, he rolled them and the girl's panties down her sexily curved legs, taking the clothes and tossing them in a ball somewhere across the room. Then he settled back with his head on a pillow, his arms curved behind his neck, and an expectant smile on his strong, handsome face.