Kevin Sellers - Horny eager babysitter

Janie made a noise of sheer surprise as Sandra unzipped her skirt, then shoved it down. She stepped out of the rumpled garment, then reached behind her.

"And don't you sound so shocked, either, young lady! You're partly to blame for stirring these questions up in my son, whether you admit it or not! I'm just going to make certain he gets all the right answers, and no big-chested teenage girl is going to do that better than his own mother!"

She whipped her bra off, freeing her tits entirely. They bobbed into view, not nearly as large as Janie's but petite and so firm that they jutted straight out without even the least bit of sag. Mrs. Wilson's tits were pale and creamy, thrusting out into the fattest, pinkest nipples Janie had ever seen. Their twin areolas expanded as if practically overflowing with richness, spiking into sharp peaks that were so inflamed they seemed to quiver with arousal.

The two youngsters stared, hardly able to believe what they were seeing.

It was those stares almost as much as the presence of her son's meaty prick that urged Sandra on. Now determined and uninhibited in a way she'd never dared allow herself to be before, she grasped the border of her panties and began to squirm free.

"Oh, Mom!"

Ernie's voice croaked as the first of his mother's pussy curls sprang into sight, thick and black and glistening in the sun. His cock wagged up and down with the appearance of more curls, then even more. At last, the panties slipped away entirely, and he feasted on a carpet of rich, spongy cunt fur like nothing he'd ever seen before even in pictures. His mom's triangular mound was so thick that it hid her pussy completely.

"Is this what it takes to satisfy you, Ernest?" She faced her son boldly. The lustful look on his young face made her cunt gush even harder with wicked pleasure, urging her on. "I'm a woman, just like any other. I know what horny boys like, and just what you'd like to do with that naughty prick of yours, too! You'd like to stuff it all into some cute pussy like Janie's, wouldn't you? You'd like to suck her tits and stick your cock into her and fuck her, wouldn't you? Well, how does it feel now? Would you like to do those things to me? Would you fuck your own mother, Ernest? Should we find out?"

"Uhhhhh?"

If Ernie hadn't been thunderstruck by that last question, his mother's action then completed his amazement. Grasping his engorged cock once more, Sandra undulated forward with a purposeful motion. Drawn by the gorgeous young cock that shivered in her fist, she shoved her bushy cunt against her son's pulsing pricktip.

The suddenness of the move made them both gasp. Ernie's prick bobbed and lurched in her thick sponge of black pussy hair, dipping deep and slithering unexpectedly between her thighs.

She couldn't help releasing a groan as the smooth, throbbing length of his prick pushed its way along her sopping cuntlips, shoving a path into the furrow of her now-frothing pussy with a stiff presence like nothing she'd felt in years. Her hips gyrated, grinding down on her son's massive prick in automatic reaction as she swayed toward him, almost forgetting her anger entirely.

"Oh, Mom," Ernie grunted with surprise as his prickshaft soared up hard against her cunt. "I… I can feel right up into your pussy! It's all hot and wet and… and, jeez, it's making my balls hurt! Yeah, oh, yeah."

His hands came up, then, covering her firm tits, and his thumbs rolled eagerly across both spiring nipples until they seemed to shiver with a life of their own.

Sandra was hazy with lust and vaguely astonished at the image of herself standing totally nude with Ernest's prick thrusting between her thighs while Janie looked on with a startled expression. The woman barely managed to keep from grabbing her son's sweet cock and jamming into her pussy regardless of the consequences.

Instead, she tried valiantly to keep up the pretense that she was merely giving her son an overdue lesson in relationships, her sole purpose to overcome the damage done by his babysitter.

With that rationalization firmly in mind, she managed a husky, understanding tone. "You see, honey? I… I know all about cocks, and what they can do to a woman's pussy. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's only natural to feel that way. You're growing into a man now. I only want you to realize that, just because you're growing up, it doesn't mean you have to do all your thinking with these!"

She grasped his lightly fuzzed balls, squeezing them delicately.

Ernie sucked in a breath, gazing in fascination at his mom's huge nipples while she squeezed his wrinkled ballsac, making his cock surge up rigid as a board.

Sandra's pussy creamed a blast of juice over his cockshaft. Her fingers drifted up from his balls to his cockbase, gliding along the rippled surface of his prick as she went on as a teacher scolding a reluctant student. "A man has to think with more than his cock, darling. He… uhhm… he has to use his judgment as well. Like… like right now… ahhhhhhh."

As if by accident, she gave her son's cock an upward nudge, at the same time her body undulated down. His prickhead pushed against her pussylips, then abruptly sank between them.

Ernie's whole body seemed to shiver, and he clutched her tits tighter. "Ohhh, shit!"

"Unnhh," she groaned as his youthful prick rammed up inside her, forcing apart cunt muscles with its hugeness, gliding deeper with each twitch of their bodies. Ernie arched, and his cock slid neatly home.

"Mommmm!"

"Aaaaahhhhh," Sandra moaned.

She hadn't meant for it to happen. She hadn't really intended to actually find herself plunged onto her son's prick as it vanished up her cunt. At least, that was Sandra's excuse as she gave in to the luxurious feel of having a prick crammed up her pussy again after all these years. A spasm of pure pleasure shuddered through her.

"This… unnh… this is what you want, isn't it, Ernest?" she gasped out, pouring a gush of cream over his meaty prickshaft as she reeled onto it. "You want… oh, God… you want to find out how it feels to fuck a girl, don't you? And I'm a girl, Ernest! I'm… oh, fuck, that's nice! I'm a girl, aren't I? I'm… a… guhhh!"

There was no use pretending anymore. With his cock sheathed totally up her cunt, Sandra started to hunch. Her hips gyrated, and one tapered leg lifted into the air as she clung to him even tighter, easing her pussy onto his prick with slick, sliding lunges. The last wisps of motherly pretense faded quickly with those first hesitant thrusts, and then it was really happening. She was actually fucking her son, and nothing else in the world mattered.

"Oh… oh, God, Ernest, yes!"

Stunned, Janie lay watching from her beach towel as mother and son groaned and hung onto each other for dear life, his prick sliding up her black-trimmed pussy with harsh, powerful strokes that had her body quivering and head lolling in an oblivion of delight.

Ernie's head ducked, and he took one of her giant nipples between his lips. His mother purred and shoved her shoulder forward, pushing the entire cone of her tit into his mouth. Amazed and delighted, he sucked greedily on her entire tit as he worked his cock in and out of her snug, steamy cunt, hardly able to believe his luck.

For Sandra, it was the unleashing of a desire she'd never dared admit to herself before. All her jealous motherhood, all her fears seemed to melt away as if pumped out of her by her son's pistoning cock. For the first time, in the dim haze of her lust-filled mind, she realized the truth.

It was Ernest she'd wanted all along, all to herself and forever.

And it was Ernest she was getting – every meaty, thrashing inch of him.

"Yesss!" she pealed, writhing with enraptured frenzy on the cock she'd awaited all these years. "Yes, darling, fuck me! I'll show you. Oh, fuck, baby, yes! I'll show you just what cocks are for, Ernest! More, more! Yessss!"