Kevin Sellers - Horny eager babysitter

In a feeble attempt to stop what was happening, she clutched handfuls of Janie's long blonde hair. But the incredible feel of having her cum bloated cunt so sensuously kissed by those soft willing lips was just too sweet to ignore.

Instead of pushing her daughter away, Mona grabbed her head and arched up, splaying her pussy eagerly for more.

Engrossed by the tempting taste of jism oozing from, her mom's cunt, Janie obliged happily. Her tongue dipped again, gliding deep between Mona's fur-fringed cuntlips for another taste.

"Ahhhh!" Mona's eyes bulged as she felt her daughter's tongue wiggling eagerly into her, probing the depths of her stoked pussy for Don Jackson's cum. Her legs slid wide open, ass arching off the couch for more.

Janie hadn't expected anything like this. But as her mom hunched up groaning, she plunged her tongue deeper. Slippery globs of Mr. Jackson's cum rolled across it, and she swallowed again and again, shoving deeper with each new jab. Her tongue raced in and out of her mother's hot cunt, collecting fresh blasts of jism and cunt cream. She lapped furiously, gulping it all down.

"Yesss, yes!" Mona cried, her face wrenching in bliss. "Do it, do it for me, baby, give it to me good! Annnnh!"

Her clit strummed under Janie's frantic tonguing. Spasms of pleasure soared through her, growing stronger with each jabbing thrust.

Suddenly, she lurched as the teenager's tongue shoved into her cunt with wild, squirming urgency. "Aaaaahhhhhnnnn!"

Mona's pussy surged up in an ecstatic series of eruptions, plastering to her daughter's mouth.

Janie didn't have to be told her mother was coming. She licked and lapped more eagerly than ever, soaking every quiver of completion from her mom's twitching pussy.

"Uhhh, ohhhh, my babyyyyyyy!"

When at last Mona fell back in a heaving blur of satiation, Janie's stabbing tongue slipped from her cunt. It licked its way up along her flat stomach, dipping momentarily into the little pucker of her navel, then moved on. Soft, young lips caressed each of her throbbing tits in turn, sucking her nipples into tingling awareness.

Strangely, Janie's youthful explorations didn't seem the least bit naughty to either of them. When her lips slid up to place a wet, loving kiss on her mom's mouth, Janie sat upright.

"There. Now you ought to be good and relaxed! And just to make sure you get plenty of rest, I'll do all the cleaning and cooking and everything today, all right?"

She seemed so openly eager to please that Mona couldn't help but smile. "Uhhm, that sounds perfectly all right to me! And, honey, thanks, thanks for understanding."

It was as if a wall had broken down between mother and daughter, allowing them to face each other, woman-to-woman.

As Mona drifted to grateful sleep, Janie quietly went to do the morning dishes, as she'd promised.

But her thoughts were now on her own hot, seething pussy. The girl was painfully aware of the creamy itch gnawing within it. She needed some action fast, the very first chance she got.

And, fortunately, she knew exactly where to find it.

It was just past seven o'clock in the evening when Janie bounced up the front walk. She paused before the Burkes' front door, pressing a finger to the doorbell.

An instant later, the door swung open and Al Burke stood there, a greeting smile on his face.

The smile froze when he saw it was Janie. "Hi, Mr. Burke. Need a babysitter tonight?"

"Jesus!" The word came out in a hiss, and he glanced quickly back into the house before meeting her gaze. "Janie, what the hell are you doing here? You know this isn't the night you're supposed to…"

"Al, is everything all right?"

Marsha Burke's voice rose from the living room, and his face paled.

"Yeah, hon," he called back hastily over his shoulder, in a slightly strangling tone. "It's nothing, nothing at all. Just the babysitter. I, uh, I forgot to pay her the other night, that's all. I'll take care of it."

With those hurried words he stepped outside, pulling the door firmly shut behind him. Then he fixed Janie with a guilty glare, not quite certain what she had in mind.

"Okay, what is this? You know this isn't your regular babysitting night, so what's up?"

"Well…" Janie hesitated, enjoying his discomfort. "I just thought you might need a babysitter, that's all. You can never tell, can you?"

He relaxed a bit at those words, and his lips tugged into a grin. "Believe me, Janie, there's nothing I'd like better. But, at the moment, it looks like Marsha's settled in for the evening, so I'm afraid Tommy's well taken care of. Sorry, hon. And that's the truth. I'm sorry as hell!"

His grin widened, his gaze traveling lecherously up and down her tight jeans and straining tee shirt.

"Oh, that's all right. Anyway, it wasn't Tommy I wanted to baby-sit. This is the baby I meant." Suddenly, her hand swooped out, scooping up the bulge of his crotch. Al's eyes glazed, and she smiled. "And I'd sit on it for free, Mr. Burke. Any time at all. Like… how about right now?"

"Oh jeez," he grunted in surprise, both at her enthusiastic suggestion and the eager hand that squeezed his crotch. His eyes flitted back toward the door as if afraid that it might swing open any second and Marsha would be standing there, gaping at the two of them.

"You crazy little bitch!" his voice came out in a gasp as he jerked reluctantly away from the teenager's fondling fingers, his cock stiffening to a tented hardness in his pants. "You want to get my ass burned, standing right out here in the open with Marsha just a few feet away? If she saw that come on, I think we'd better go where at least we can talk without being overheard."

Grabbing an unprotesting Janie by the arm, Al pulled her off the front porch. He quickly shove his way into the thick shrubbery that lined the house, pushing through the rich, high hedge until they reached a bare patch of ground that hid them from the view of the neighbors, and from Marsha's gaze if she happened to peek out a window to see what her husband was up to.

Then he turned on the girl, more confident now that they were safe from prying eyes. "So you came back for another taste of cock, eh? Christ, you picked a hell of a time to get hungry for it again! If my wife wasn't home, I'd give that sweet little cunt of yours something to gnaw on in two seconds flat! You cock-hungry little bitch."

Grinning with lustful assurance, he grabbed Janie's tits, determined to get at least that much pleasure out of an uncomfortable situation.

She hadn't worn a bra, and her nipples popped erect under her light cotton shirt, poking between his massaging fingers for full attention.

His grin twisted into a pained grimace as his prick gave a pent-up jerk, and Janie smiled. "It's too bad you can't feed me your prick, Mr. Burke, because I sure could use a snack right now! And from the look on your face I'd say you might like a nibble, too. I wouldn't mind that. In fact, I wouldn't mind that at all."

She acted instantly, before he could react. In one deft motion, she jerked the tee shirt up and off, then let it drop to the pound. Her tits swung pendulously free.

"Oh shit!" Al moaned.

He found himself staring at her lush, inviting tits, her large, round nipples swollen and distended into pink spikes of rubbery stiffness.

Al felt his prick lurch. He darted his eyes about fearfully. Though the shrubbery was thick, they were hardly safe from any prying neighbors who happened to be walking past. And if Marsha stepped onto the front porch to see where her vanishing husband had gone, she simply had to turn her head to see the teenager standing before him, proudly showing off her huge creamy tits to his gaze.

But despite all those dangers, he couldn't resist. His hands automatically flew out once more, hefting both her over sized tits palming her tit mounds, bringing her inch-long nipples up for closer examination.