Ray Todd: The nymph next door

"Oh, God," she whispered, covering his lips with her hot open mouth. "That was worth waiting for, you beautiful fucker."

When he rolled over on his back, Laura quickly scurried to slip the shrinking lump of flesh into her mouth. Sucking frantically, she drew the last tasty drop of own out of his flaccid prick.

"Did you enjoy meeting my Ginger?" she whispered a few minutes later as she lay in his arms.

"Your Ginger is a real snapper," he grinned, feeling Laura's talented fingers starting to revive his cock.

Feeling his prick started to throb in her hand, Laura gently inserted it into her mouth. She wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked by this handsome neighbor.

"Oh, honey," she whispered with delight when she felt the fleshy cock beginning to swell again in her mouth.

Still sucking, she reached under his crinkly balls and, traced her middle finger lightly around his puckered asshole. Tracy shuddered with pleasure as he felt her finger lewdly probing the tight sensitive ring of his anus. Without warning, she gently slipped her finger up into his quivering asshole. It was like an electric shock racing through his body when her finger touched his prostate gland.

"Oh, Christ, darling!" he groaned with unrestrained pleasure.

His cock was swelling and throbbing madly in Laura's mouth as she gently swirled her finger around in his dark, hot rectum.

When it was fully erect she withdrew her finger.

Teri was having the, time of her life up at the lake. She was quite surprised to find that Brad's mother was such a good sport. She could run the boat every bit as well as her son, and she performed even better than he did on water skis.

With instructions from both Susan Roberts and Brad, Teri was soon able to put on a respectable performance herself.

Teri was surprised by Susan's figure in a bathing suit. Her long dark hair and deep green eyes were a beautiful contrast to her creamy smooth skin. No one could possibly imagine that she was the mother of a big eighteen-year-old boy.

"You're some skier, Missus Roberts," Gimp smiled one day as he walked down on the dock to help them tie the boat up.

"Thank you, Gimp. I just love to ski."

"I've been watching you for Teri years," the huge cripple mused. "And you seem to ski better every season."

"How about me?" Freddie asked.

"You, too, Freddie," the big man grinned. "You're doin' real fine."

"Are you sure?" Freddie asked, pleased with the compliment.

"Why, son," Gimp grinned, "when you first came down here, you wasn't even old enough to walk, and look at ya now. You're one of the best on the water."

The boy strutted like a peacock as he led the way up the path to the cabin.

"That Gimp seems like a real nice guy," Teri said to Susan.

"He sure is," the woman replied. "We've known old Gimp for years."

"Is he married?" asked Teri.

"God, no," Mrs. Roberts laughed. "He just lives alone in the old boat house. We all pay him a to take care of our boats for us."

"That seems like a lovely life."

"He doesn't seem to mind," Susan said. "He stays pretty much to himself."

That evening after dinner, Brad and Teri went for a walk while Susan sat on the terrace watching the full moon rise over the mountains. The mountain air was so unusually warm that Susan was wearing only a pair of shorts and a halter top.

Feeling a bit restless, the woman decided to walk down by the docks. The moonlight on the water made the lake look so inviting. When she was only a few yards from the dock and boat house, she heard a muffled sound in the woods near the path. Glancing through the brush, she saw two figures only five or six feet away from her. Illuminated in the moonlight, she recognized her son and Teri lying in the ferns. Brad was not wearing pants and Teri's face was moving up and down over his groin, the boy's cock inserted in her mouth.

Susan couldn't believe the revolting sight. She had read and head that there were perverts who licked each other's genitals, but the sight of Teri Barker licking her son's cock was the most revolting thing she had ever witnessed. She had been married to her husband for almost twenty years and loved him very much, yet she couldn't conceive of indulging in such a filthy performance with him. She was wondering why her son was tolerating the filthy thing that the tramp was doing to him.

"Jesus Christ, Teri," she clearly heard Brad sob in a choked voice. "That feels so fuckin' good, honey."

Susan couldn't believe her ears. The boy was actually enjoying the filthy performance.

"Are you gonna squirt my mouth, full of hot cock juice?" she heard the girl whisper as she momentarily removed her mouth from Brad's big stiff cock.

"Yes, baby," he gasped, squirming excitedly beneath her. "I'm gonna squirt your hot mouth full of it. Now keep suckin', I'm almost there."

It was unbelievable to Susan that Brad would shoot the vile stuff into Teri's mouth, and she couldn't believe that the girl could possibly allow it, let alone beg him to do it.

Staring numbly at the lewd scene, Susan was vaguely fascinated by the sight of Teri's slurping lips sliding up and down over her son's stiff, spit-drenched cock.

The wet slurping sound of the girl's lips and tongue sucking and licking on Brad's throbbing prick strangely disturbed Susan as she leaned against a tree. The scene was lewd and filthy, yet the woman felt a strange excitement as she continued watching.

"God, Teri," Brad sobbed. "It feels so fuckin' good I can hardly stand it. Shit, baby, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!"

Susan could see her son's trembling hands grasping and tearing at the ferns as he approached his climax. She had never seen such an expression of pleasure on his face before. She could see her son's ecstasy mounting in his glazed eyes as the girl's mouth worked faster and faster over his sex-crazed cock.

Susan wasn't aware that she had pushed her own fingers up through the leg of her shorts and was frantically rubbing her clit.

"Suck, baby, suck," Brad was sobbing, arching his hips up, driving his cock deeper into her mouth as he unconsciously held her face down against him with his grasping hands.

Susan was now wildly finger fucking her own hot, steamy pussy as her frothy cunt juices dripped down her bare inner thighs.

"That's it, baby," Brad screamed as he shook and lurched on the ground. "I'm coming, baby! I'm coming!"

Susan could plainly hear Teri's mouth sucking and swallowing as the filthy fluid gushed out of the boy's spewing cock. It was only after she had sucked the last drop out that Teri finally released his limp cock. Susan could hardly believe it as she watched the girl lick her son's prick and balls clean.

"God, I love the taste of that stuff," Teri giggled when she had completely licked him clean.

"And I love feedin' it to you," laughed Brad, standing up and pulling his pants on.

"Honey," Teri smiled, "We'd better get back to the house before your mother begins wondering where we are."

Susan remained perfectly still until the couple had disappeared up the wooded path. Not wanting to confront them that moment, she continued walking down to the boat house, her body trembling with a strange excitement.

Hearing a sound, she looked back and saw the huge frame of Gimp coming out of the brush where she'd witnessed the filthy scene.

"Hi, Missus Roberts," he greeted her as he dragged his crippled foot across the ground.

"Hello Gimp," she smiled, leaning against the boat house railing.

"Did ya ever see anything like that in your life?" he asked in an excited voice.

"Like what?" she smiled, not sure what he was talking about.

"The way that hot blonde was suckin' your boy's cock," he grinned, a wild excitement in his eyes.