Ray Todd: Vacation with mom

Becky was startled by the man's remark. She'd had a crush on her boss since she first started working for him a year ago, and this was the first time he'd complimented or paid any attention to her. The handsome man was much older than Becky, but his charm and virile appearance had really turned her on.

Unconsciously staring at her legs under the short dress, Don idly wondered if she had the same chestnut-colored pussy hair between them as his daughter did.

A tingle of excitement rippled through her twat as she noticed the hungry expression in his eyes as he boldly stared at her legs. She had never seen the man in such an obviously horny mood, and Becky decided she wasn't going to let this chance slip away.

"What's your daughter's name?" asked Becky, realizing that her boss rarely spoke of his family.

"Jill," he answered as Becky walked around behind the desk and casually seated himself on it. Perched on the desk directly in front of the man, her inner thighs were subtly exposed beneath her short dress.

"That's a cute name," Becky smiled, brushing back her long hair.

"She's a cute girl," Don smiled, trying to avert his eyes from the smooth bare flesh of her upper legs.

"You haven't spoken of her very often," Becky said, squirming around on the desk top so that her short skirt worked up a bit higher on her legs. "Tell me more about her."

"Well," Don sighed, unable to think of anything about her except that sweet pussy he'd seen this afternoon. "She's a very pretty girl and she a senior in high school."

"Gee," his secretary giggled, coyly parting her thighs a bit. "It only seems like yesterday that I was in high school."

"Funny," be smiled. "But I think you must have looked a lot like Jill when you were her age."

"I'll take that as a compliment," she laughed, throwing her hair back and letting her legs part a bit more. Becky was pleased that she hadn't worn panties today.

"You are both lovely young ladies," Don stammered, unable to keep his eyes turned away from her partially spread legs. Looking at the golden-tan flesh of her thighs, he momentarily wondered if her slit was surrounded by the same silky, copper-colored hair as he'd seen around Jill's pussy.

"Do you have a picture of her?" Becky asked, squirming around on the desk and parting her smooth, shapely legs even further.

Don didn't answer. His cock gave a sudden lurch when the man's eyes caught a glimpse of her naked twat. He could see droplets of moisture glistening on her slippery wet cunt-lips that were delicately surrounded by soft, chestnut-colored pussy hair. He hadn't dreamed that his lovely young secretary wasn't wearing panties, and the sudden glimpse of her naked cunt almost stunned him.

"Well, have you?" the girl asked in a casual voice, noticing the wild expression on his face as he stared up between her legs.

"Have I what?" he stammered in a breathless voice.

"DO you have a picture of her?" Becky repeated, starting to gently swing her legs, causing her juicy cunt lips to imperceptibly open and close in a sensual manner.

"Who?"

"Your daughter," she giggled. "We're talking about Jill."

"Oh, that's right," he stammered, his face flushed with excitement. "No, I don't have a picture of her with me. Why?"

"I just wondered if she looked like I did," Becky answered, lewdly squirming her wet, exposed cunt around on the desk top.

Don Turner was so completely turned on by the sight of the young lady's bare snatch that his head was reeling with an excitement he hadn't felt for years.

"Mr. Turner," she suddenly suggested, secretly watching the big hard bulge throbbing in his pants. "I have some pictures of me when I was eighteen. Why don't you drive me home from work so I can show them to you."

"Why, er, that's a fine idea," he stammered, momentarily pulling his eyes away from her sweet cunt.

"I hope I looked like she does," she smiled, looking down at her boss.

Glancing between her legs again, Don was disappointed to see her thighs clasped tightly together.

"Well," she giggled, hopping down from her perch on the desk. "I'd better get busy or I won't be able to finish by five o'clock."

When the girl had disappeared from his office, Don sat perfectly still in his chair while his bursting cock throbbed wildly in his pants. He couldn't believe that he'd been staring at the lovely girl's naked wet pussy. He momentarily wondered if Becky had purposely let him see her cunt, but quickly decided that it had been the careless way she'd been sitting on the desk. Even if the glimpse had been accidental, his prick was almost bursting with excitement as he thought about it.

While he was driving Becky home after work, the young lady sat very properly in the car with her short skirt pulled down, covering as much of her bare legs as possible. Noticing the girl's propriety, Don was convinced that Becky had been unaware that she'd exposed her delicious pussy to him. He felt a certain disappointment, knowing he would never get another glimpse of it.

"Would you care for a drink?" Becky asked as they entered her apartment. "I have scotch or bourbon."

"Scotch on the rocks," he smiled, sitting on a couch. "Make it light."

Returning with the drinks, the girl sat down next to him.

"Here's to when I was eighteen," she smiled, raising her glass in a toast.

"Becky," he smiled. "What were you like at eighteen?"

"Horny as hell," she whispered in a teasing voice. "Let me go and get those pictures."

Don's cock gave a shudder as he watched her lithe young figure move out of the room. There was an innocent freshness about the girl that strangely excited the older man.

"Here they are," she called cheerily as she re-entered, wearing the most transparent black negligee he'd ever seen. Her big dollar-sized areolas and bursting hard nipples were plainly visible through the lacy material. Glancing down he could see the triangle outline of her lush pussy hair.

"I decided to slip into something cooler," Becky smiled, casually standing in front of him as she handed Don the pictures.

Taking the snapshots in his shaking fingers, he was startled by the similarity of the two girls at the age of eighteen.

"You did look like her," he stammered, handing the pictures back, trying not to look at her near nakedness.

"What's the matter?" she whispered, coyly opening the front of her gown. "Don't you like to look at my pussy?"

Unable to answer, he tried not to stare at her wet slit.

"You sure enjoyed looking at it this afternoon," she giggled, settling herself down on his lap.

Feeling her warm young body against him through the filmy material of her negligee, Don had the biggest hard-on he'd had for years.

"Your cock seems to like me," she whispered, feeling his stiff dong pounding up against her bottom through his pants.

Don hadn't been filled with so much desire in years and he almost shot his wad when the girl pressed one of her firm ripe tits against his flushed cheek. The man had suppressed his sex drive for so many years that he could hardly believe he was holding this soft warm body on his lap.

"Let's go into my bedroom," she giggled in a soft teasing voice. "My juicy snatch has been hungry for your cock since the first day I went to work for you."

When he didn't answer, she stood up and, taking his hand, led the willing victim to her bed. Don obediently followed her, his entire body crying out for her lovely young body. In spite of his wife's repeated infidelities, Don had never turned to another woman, but he knew now he couldn't restrain himself any longer.

"God, I've dreamed of this moment," she whispered. Rubbing her twat against his groin, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When it was removed, she delicately licked and nibbled his tits while unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper. When she'd dropped his pants and shorts down around his ankles, she could feel his stiff hard cock burning up against her soft belly through the open front of her gown. Pressing herself tightly against him, she rolled his cock back and forth between the flesh of their two stomachs.