Kevin Sellers - Horny eager babysitter

With a start, Mona realized she was creaming. Her pussy was drooling its syrupy juice, collecting at the crotch of her panties and trickling down her thighs under the prim dress she'd worn.

Blushing fiercely, she glanced guiltily about as if the crowded storeful of shoppers could sense her horniness.

But, of course, no one had noticed, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Last night's experience with Don had done something more to Mona than merely give her the taste of cock she'd had in years. It had untapped a reservoir deep inside her, releasing a flood of emotions she'd almost forgotten could exist. Why else would she be standing here in the middle of a busy shopping center, juicing up lather and daydreaming about cocks?

And it wasn't going to get any better just standing around, either.

Embarrassed by her blatant horniness in public and eager to return home, Mona got in line at the checkout counter. She hastily paid for the various odds and ends she'd plucked up without really noticing.

"Help you with your bags, Mrs. Sanders?"

The youthful voice beside her made Mona jump. She glanced at the familiar, smiling teenaged boy who stood poised before her in a white shirt, tie and jeans, ready to scoop up the two large sacks she'd unthinkingly filled.

"Oh my…" Forcing a nervous laugh, she eased his quizzical expression. "Did I buy that much? Well, I guess I could use some help at that. You don't mind?"

The boy grinned wider, reaching without hesitation for the two bags. "No, ma'am, that's okay. If you'll just show me the way to your car, I'll take care of these for you."

She caught the glint of his name badge as he picked up the bags and waited obediently, still smiling.

"Thank you, Chuck. That really would be a help, after all, if you don't mind the walk. I'm afraid I parked rather far away."

Obviously, Chuck was eager to please the attractive customer. He shook, his head even before she'd finished speaking, making his long blonde hair sweep across his forehead. "I get paid for that, Mrs. Sanders. It's no trouble at all, really."

"Well, all right."

Mona led the way, relieved that she didn't have to lug those heavy bags herself.

She'd parked in a secluded section of the parking lot, away from the bustle of the other cars, roaring in and out. As Chuck followed with the armloads of groceries, she could feel his gaze flicking across the snug rump of her dress. Mona had always been one to enjoy an admiring gaze, but this was affecting her even more than usual. Her pussy tingled with luxurious delight, drenching itself afresh with juicy excitement at that stare.

Damn that Don Jackson, anyway! He'd done this to her, made her so horny that now she was actually flirting with teenaged boys! Damn him, and that big, lovely, fucking prick of his, too!

When they finally reached the car, Chuck's voice came from behind her with a slightly disappointed note.

"Is this all I can do for you today, Mrs. Sanders?"

He opened the back door, tearing his gaze from her voluptuous body, and began to unload the sacks.

"Well, that's all I can think of," Mona said, hiding a smile. "Here, let me go around to the other side. Those things are pretty loaded, and I'd like to be some help!"

Rounding the car, she leaned in to work a grocery bag into a position where it wouldn't fall over on the trip home.

Across from her, Chuck gasped.

"Is something the matter, Chuck?" She glanced up to see him gaping at her over the back seat. It took a fleeting instant before she realized the truth and blushed.

Though Mona had chosen a decent enough dress, the light material was no match for her pendulous tits. Her big tits dangled before him in all their confined glory, thrusting against the bodice as if on the verge of bursting free.

That realization took her by surprise. She barely had time to recover from the initial shock when he answered hesitantly. "Uh, nothing Mrs. Sanders. It's just… I mean, I never saw… that is…"

He swallowed, reddening shyly under his mop of gold hair.

It was a temptation she couldn't resist. A small, wicked smile tugged at her lips, and her dark eyes glinted with a mischievous gleam at the grocery boy's nervousness.

"Why, Chuck, what's wrong?" Faking an expression of perfect innocence, Mona looked from his flushed face down to her tits, then back again. "You don't mean I've actually embarrassed you, do you? Haven't you ever seen a woman's tits before, darling?"

Chuck gulped again, turning redder than ever at being found out. "I… I wasn't looking at those, Mrs. Sanders! Uhhh, not much, anyway, just… oh, hell, I never saw any like yours before, anywhere!"

The words seemed to burst out of him, despite himself. Chuck tried to tear his gaze away, but he couldn't. The sight of Mrs. Sanders' voluptuous tits was just too good to miss, and the fact that she didn't appear the least bit shocked urged him on. With wide, unblinking eyes he took in her huge, dangling tits, knowing that they would be snatched away in another instant as she straightened up.

However, Mona didn't have the slightest intention of ruining the boy's view. Still leaning forward, she felt her cunt ooze with new heat at his stare. The bags lay on the floor of the car so that they wouldn't fall over and, abruptly, she found herself giving in to an emotion that had been building inside her all morning.

When she spoke, her voice was husky. "DO you really mean that, Chuck? You actually like my tits? Here… would this help you decide?"

Without warning, she dipped her fingers into the gaping cleavage, creaming wildly at her own boldness.

Chuck's jaw dropped when Mrs. Sanders abruptly pulled one of her mammoth tits right out into the open. Hefting it out of her bra, she let it quiver in her palm, thrusting out completely bare and jutting toward him.

His eyes bulged… and so did the crotch of his jeans, hardening to painful stiffness as he took in her big tit resting in the woman's hand.

"Ohhh," he managed, gulping. "Oh shit!"

The last thing Mona would've expected this morning was to find herself leaning into her sown back seat at her favorite supermarket, displaying her tit to an astounded grocery boy. But Chuck's admiration, combined with the unleashed hungers Don had stirred within her last night, all had their effect. She was frothing up a juicy torrent of cunt cream at his stare. Suddenly determined to show this teenaged boy much more than just a fleeting glimpse of tit, she quickly scooted onto the back seat and closed the door. At the same time, she deftly reached up to unfasten her dress and bra.

The material slumped loosely. An instant later, Mona sat curled in her back seat with the dress hanging bunched at her hips, both tits free and swaying before him.

"Now," she gasped slightly, holding both her tits up to his astonished stare. "You can look all you want, darling. I don't mind, since that seems to be what interests you most! But if you're going to look, the least you can do is come here, instead of standing out there gaping, where practically anybody can see!"

Chuck licked his lips, unable to believe what he was really seeing. Mrs. Sanders' tits joggled in front of him, their rounded pink areolas peaking up into twin blossoms of erect nipples. Without pausing to consider, he clambered hastily into the car, practically leaping forward for a closer look.

It was his eagerness that made him slip. One of Chuck's knees landed on a bulging sack of groceries, and the bag gave way. Unexpectedly, he found himself sprawling forward in an abrupt lunge, his face smacking straight into a large, pillowy tit. She gave a startled sound of surprise. Somehow her nipple seemed to pop between his open lips, and his mouth closed automatically.

"Mmfff!" he choked.

They both gasped, Chuck with shock and Mona with delight. Her nipple sprang eagerly into his warm moist mouth, tingling with pleasure. She grabbed handfuls of his soft, fine blonde hair, pulling his face against her tit.