Michael Corbett - Naughty hot mom

"Lately, the clothes you've been wearing have been scandalous," Kent said. "But that dress is the worst thing yet. Practically every man at the party will be staring at you and lusting after you."

"What do you care? You hardly ever lust after me," Melinda responded. "And you won't be there long enough to see them staring at me much. Every time we go to a party, you and three or four of your equally narrow minded buddies get righteously disgusted with all the boozing and the sexy talk and the titties practically hanging out of the dresses, so you all scram over to another house and play cards. If I didn't know you better, I'd think you were playing poker, but, hell, you wouldn't even play for match sticks."

It was Saturday night. The party they were going to was at Susan's house. But that party was for most of the adults in the neighborhood. Here in Melinda's and Kent's house, a party for the neighborhood teenagers had already started, as was attested to by the loud rock music blaring out of Wally's stereo. Twenty-five kids were here already and more were on the way.

Kent grimaced at the noise and said, "Let's go. I'm not even going to ask you to change that dress. You wouldn't do it, anyway, and even if you would, it would mean that much longer before we'd be out of this unholy racket. Sometimes I think rock-and-roll music is as sinful as dresses like yours." He headed for the door.

Melinda smothered a chuckle and followed him out.

At Susan's party, Melinda was pleased when Kent and four of his buddies left after only thirty minutes. In fact, the whole party seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at the departure of the neighborhood's narrowest minds. Things got wilder, the music got louder, the talk got louder and sexier, the booze was downed faster, and several couples started dancing lewdly. The neighborhood was having fun, letting off steam that had built up from living in a highly stressed society.

Two hours into the party, the night was still young, but an attractive, slender woman of about thirty was already drunk. On Susan's stereo, a record of striptease music dropped onto the turntable and started to play. And the attractive woman of about thirty kicked off her shoes, leaped up onto the sturdy coffee table in the living room, and started doing a striptease.

People instantly shouted the news all over the house, and within thirty seconds everyone at the party had crowded into the living room. Most of the people were laughing and cheering the woman on.

"Yeah! Take it off! Take it all off! Get naked! Yeah!"

Toward the back of the crowd, though, the woman's red-faced husband began struggling forward, trying to reach his drunken wife. But the people were tightly packed, and his progress was slow. The woman peeled off her stockings and wriggled slowly out of her tight dress. Her bra and panties remained, but, just as she reached back and unhooked the bra, her husband finally got through and yanked her down off the table. From men and women alike there were cries of protest.

"Aw, hell, man, be a good sport!"

"Yeah, let her finish! She was lookin' good."

"Yeah, why should you be the only one to see everything she's got?"

"Good God, man, the human body's nothing to be ashamed of!"

But the red-faced husband hustled his drunken wife into her dress, grabbed her shoes and stockings, and dragged her out the front door, heading for home.

Melinda was standing right in front of the coffee table and she wasn't drunk. She sensed that the let-down was so great that the party might crumble. The party had been offered an unexpected delight, but that delight had been snatched away before it could reach its climax, and people were turned-off now. Melinda jumped up onto the sturdy coffee table, swung her broad hips wildly, and yelled with joy.

"Aaaayyiiiii!"

People shouted with even more delight than they'd shown when the slender woman had started stripping. Melinda was prettier and had a much shapelier body. And everyone could see that she wore no underclothes.

"All right!" they shouted. "Take it off, Melinda! Get naked!"

The happy shouts thrilled her. She grinned crazily and twisted crazily. Her massive tits swung wildly and popped totally into view, beating back her neckline and staying beautifully naked. People, cheered madly.

Melinda settled her twisting into the rhythm of the brassy music. She cupped a huge tit with one hand, and reached back with her other hand and unzipped her dress. Then she grasped her wide shoulder-straps with both hands and did obscene bumps and grinds with her hips while she slowly pulled the shoulder straps down her arms. The top part of the dress flopped down, leaving her naked above the waist.

Prancing around on the coffee table, Melinda took hold of the back half of the lower part of her dress and began slowly pulling it up. Since the lower part was slit up to the tops of her hips on both sides, the front half stayed in place. But people screamed with anticipation as more of her thighs came into view.

"Yeah, Melinda, show us that big ass, baby!" Susan yelled.

"Yaa-hhiiiii!" Melinda shouted joyfully, and she jerked the fabric up and exposed her splendid ass. The partygoers clapped their hands and roared as she kept prancing around on the table and showing her ass to everyone. Then, planting her feet well apart, she bent forward and displayed her pussy lips.

"All right! Beautiful! Open your pussy up for us, Melinda!" people cried.

Using her pussy muscles, Melinda started opening and closing her wet cunt rhythmically, and the cheers got wilder. At the same time, Melinda peeled the dress off over her head. Everyone screamed gleefully. Naked, Melinda twisted her body furiously, did high kicks, slapped her big ass, squeezed her hefty titties, and stroked her glistening pussy lips. And she noticed the way hard cocks made pants bulge.

At last, the striptease record ended and she stepped down off the table to furious cheers and applause. As she slipped back into her dress, a smiling Susan came up beside her. "You've got even more nerve than I have," Susan said. "This is one party that people will never forget!"

"They'd better not forget!" Melinda answered, laughing.

A handsome muscular man named Jason Lewis glided up on the other side of Melinda. Jason had just moved into the neighborhood after having recently been divorced. "That was fabulous!" he told Melinda. "All that dancing must have made you pretty hot, though. Why don't we go outside and get some air?"

"Honey, I'm hot as hell," Melinda said. "Let's [missing text]."

He took her arm and they made their way through the crowd. Jason led her outside into the dark back yard, and immediately Melinda stepped in front of him, her back toward him.

"Unzip me, baby!" she said. "We both know why we came out here, and I don't feel like waiting!"

Chuckling, Jason unzipped her dress. Melinda took the dress off as they walked on. She led him farther into the back yard and around behind a row of flowers that grew about knee-high, then drew him to the ground. They French-kissed fiercely as she lowered his pants and undershorts. The size of his prick made her gasp. His cock was even bigger than Duane's!

"Oohh, lover! Put this flagpole of a cock inside me!" she breathed. "Right now!"

"With pleasure, doll!" Jason whispered. Getting atop her, he fitted his huge prickhead into her hot tight cunt, draped her legs across his shoulders, and got his upper body at an angle over her, his arms straight, his hands on the ground.

"Come on, drill me!" Melinda moaned, grabbing his trim ass and sinking her fingers in deep. He grunted and fucked his enormous cock all they way into her slick pussy. Melinda felt as if she'd been split open. "Aaawwwnnnhhh!"

Jason drew his prick upward quickly, but his next thrust was slower. The thrust after that was even slower, and he wiggled his hips, stirring his cock around as he fucked into her cunt. This time she felt only pleasure, although he again fucked his whole prick into her.