Kevin Sellers - Horny eager babysitter

Sucking in her breath, she began to plunge onto his prick in earnest. It rammed up her cunt, jolting her fully awake. Before she quite realized it, Mona was bouncing up and down on his prick in total bliss. Her big tits flopped and the bed squeaked as she drilled her pussy thoroughly onto his cock, just the way she had last night before drifting off to a happy, sated sleep.

"Aaaaaaaah!"

Don lunged up, and his cock heaved. Loads of thick, thready cum tore up inside her pussy, and she pumped until he was once more drained.

"Guuuh…" Collapsing atop him in a fulfilled heap, she groaned as all of last night's memories came flooding back. "Oh, darling, that was wonderful! I don't know when I've fucked so much. Uhhhmmm."

Twitching beneath her and grinning from ear to ear, Don couldn't have agreed more. "That was just the beginning, hon. I expect we're going to do much better from now on – hey, where are you going?"

Suddenly, in the midst of her pleasure, Mona's head popped up.

"Oh, my God, it's morning! You let me sleep all night!"

She sprang up, gasping slightly as his prick slid wetly from her cunt hole. Scooping up her discarded clothes, she dressed hurriedly.

"What's the hurry?" Don sat up, perplexed.

"I left my daughter alone all night, that's what's the hurry!" Slipping back into her dress, Mona headed for the door. She paused just long enough to glance back at him, and a smile flitted across her lips. "We'll have to continue this some other time, lover… and soon! I only hope I can explain to my daughter what I was doing out all night!"

Mona swept out of the bedroom, still straightening her rumpled clothes.

Don sank back, disappointed. "Oh, shit!"

Dashing across the street, Mona worked desperately to untangle her mass of curls into presentable fashion as she tried to think of an excuse for being out all night. Not a single reasonable explanation came to mind. But it was still early, and there was every chance Janie hadn't gotten up yet. She might still be able to sneak in, and never have to face her daughter at all.

At least, that was her hope as she opened the front door.

That hope sank as the blare of the T.V. met her.

Janie was already up and plopped on the living room floor in her nightie, watching her favorite morning shows.

Putting on her most innocent expression, Mona took a deep breath and strode into the house, smiling as if she had nothing at all to hide.

"Well, it's about time you got up, sleepyhead! When I went out this morning, you were still snoozing away as if you meant to spend the whole day in bed!"

"Hi, Mom." Janie glanced up with a small indulgent smile, and her knowing expression chilled the lie on Mona's lips. "Actually, I was up pretty early. But that's okay. I don't mind if you want to stay out all night now and then. You don't have to pretend with me."

"I…" Taken aback, Mona didn't quite know what to say. Then her shoulders sagged, and a furious blush crept across her face. "Darling, I didn't mean to pretend. And I didn't mean to stay out all night, either. It's just… Janie, can we talk a moment? Woman to woman?"

Janie nodded, and her smile brightened. As Mona slumped onto the couch and tried to decide just what she was going to say, the teenager hopped up and shut the T.V. off, then joined her.

"You spent the whole night with Mr. Jackson, didn't you?"

The question came so abruptly and naturally that it caught her by surprise. She stammered, then gave up any pretense with a shrug of surrender.

"Yes, yes, I did. Janie, darling, there's something I want you to understand. Sometimes… sometimes grown-ups do that, when they like each other a lot. In a special way, I mean. I spent the night with Don because… well, because we like each other that special way, just the way I used to like your father, remember? It's called love. You're old enough to know about love, aren't you?"

Janie bobbed her head solemnly up and down. "Do you love Mr. Jackson?"

Instead of getting easier, this discussion was turning downright impossible. "Umm, that's a little hard to say right now, honey. After all, even though we've known Don a long time, I've only just started seeing him! Love takes a bit longer than that, you now!"

If anything, Janie was blunt. "Do you fuck him?"

"Janie!"

Aghast, Mona, stared. This whole confrontation was getting out of hand, and she frankly didn't know quite what to do about it. Sputtering for an answer, she felt her face growing redder.

"How… how could you even suggest a thing like that! Why, Don and I hardly know each other? To even think… I mean, really! We just… that is…"

"It's all right, Mom," lank said comfortingly, hugging her mother and planting a kiss on her cheek. "I understand about these things. You just need some extra rest, that's all. Here, let me undo this, and you can lie down. We can talk better once you're relaxed."

Her hands were already unfastening Mona's dress as she spoke. The material slipped from her shoulders, and she shrugged out of it without complaint, sighing gratefully. It seemed her daughter really was grown up, after all.

"I suppose you're right, darling. I am a little worn out. A few minutes extra sleep wouldn't hurt."

In another moment, she was totally nude, lying stretched out, weak and exhausted from her morning's activities and the emotional confrontation with her teenaged daughter.

"There, that's better." Janie gazed down at her mother, once again remembering the image of Don Jackson's huge, bloated prick tearing into her cunt. "And next time you spend the night with Mr. Jackson, tell him you need a little more rest! You can just tell him I said… ohhhh!"

Her gaze had drifted down between her mother's legs, and she gasped openly.

Lying back in a heap, Mona had unconsciously let her thighs glide slightly apart. Her pussy was still wet and tingly, and a splatter of jism seeped from between the natural fire of its pouting lips.

Unexpectedly Janie knelt, bringing her rapt gaze level with her mom's cunt. The girl let out a sound of frank amazement.

"Is that what he did to you, Mom? Wow, Mr. Jackson sure must be something in bed! I never saw so much cum all at once!"

Mona's eyes widened, and she started to protest. But it seemed pointless to hide anything now, since her daughter knew everything already. Instead, she gave in with a sigh and let her look.

"Oh wow…" Janie's hands dipped into the slot of her mother's thighs, easing them wider for a better look. Her pink cuntlips opened farther, and a thread of thick, white cream oozed out.

"Uhh, honey, I don't really think you need to know details quite that intimate!" Forcing a small laugh, she fluttered a hand down toward her bared pussy, but didn't quite try to hide it. After all, if her daughter intended to be all grown-up about the situation, why treat her like a child now?

"It's okay, Mom." As if to voice her thoughts, Janie responded quickly. "I… I think it's kind of beautiful! You and Mr. Jackson."

With a sudden, tender motion that took them both by surprise, she abruptly leaned forward and lightly kissed her mother's cum-drenched pussy.

Mona's reaction was a searing jolt of unexpected pleasure that ripped from her cunt and tore throughout her, escaping in a breathless hiss.

It was an unexpected act. Caught up in the sensation of sharing her mother's experiences, Janie felt her lips press against moist, warm pussy flesh. Its scented juices poured across her mouth, and she flicked her tongue out to taste them.

Mona couldn't halt the burst of reaction that rippled from her cunt, filling it with a creamy new blaze of warmth that tugged her hips up. Blurting out a surprised gasp of mingled lust and astonishment, she writhed.

"Janie, what – ohhh, oh, my God, darling, that's… that's nice, please… please!"