William Taylor - Wild hot mother

Bob chewed his food, but he wasn't tasting it. He was staring at his plate, but all he could see before him was a pair of thin panties with lots of curly hair bristling around the edges. Jon, he just had to get a girlfriend soon! He just had to!

After washing and drying the dishes, the two women sat together on the couch and watched TV. Bob sat an the arm of the couch beside his landlady and, from time to time, he looked down at their exposed cleavages.

Once, Mrs. Blumfeldt looked up and caught his eyes, but he wasn't sure if she realized what he'd been doing. After that, he was more careful. But the memory of their gigantic tits lingered a long time.

Unfortunately, his bedtime was earlier than his mother's or Mrs. Blumfeldt's, so he had no more chances to peck that night.

Bob felt a little guilty about peeking at his mother's panty-covered cunt and, once he was in bed, he tried to steer his mind back to Mrs. Blumfeldt's obvious charms. Of course, the more he tried not to think about his mother's gigantic tits and hairy pussy, the more those delectable, forbidden delights, entered his dreams. He finally fell asleep amid visions of big, soft tits surrounding his face.

That night there were three horny people dreaming about having a bed partner as soon as possible.

The next day Ann left right after lunch to do the week's grocery shopping. Martha added her shopping list to Ann's, so Bob knew his mother wouldn't be back right away. He watched ha shapely ass quiver as she left, then wondered what to do next. He felt too horny to hang out with the guys or sit through a movie.

Martha had hurried to her room after Ann left. She was horny too, and she planned to finger her clit in the bathroom while pretending to shower. She stripped, revealing her huge tits in a lacy black half-bra that left the upper circles of her areolas exposed. The cups were hardly able to contain her melon-shaped tits. Her tight bikini panties only partially covered the hairy V of her crotch and completely exposed the creamy roundness of her heavy ass.

"Ah," she said, staring at herself in the mirror, "if that boy could see me now."

A black garter belt at her hips held her sheer black stockings at the tops of her plump white thighs, and completed her outfit. She grabbed a flimsy nightie draped over a chair.

Thinking Bob was still in the living room, she opened the door. She'd planned to hurry into the bathroom, but her gasp of surprise mingled with the boy's when he saw her.

"Oops!" he said as she took a step back and held the nightie in front of her. He can probably see right through it, she thought, but it's better than nothing.

"Uh, I was going for a shower," she explained as she finally got the nightie around her. She was holding it together at the waist, but it was open at the top, and Bob could see the deep cleavage of her quivery tits and what looked like a hint of goose-pimpled areola. He gulped.

"Did you want something?" she finally asked.

"Uh, Mom said one of your drawers was stuck," he mumbled.

"Oh! Damn, I forgot," Martha said. "It's this one."

Bob watched as she turned and bent to tug at the dresser drawer. Her big round ass was clearly naked under the gauze-like nightie as it pushed out the flimsy material. Pushed out everywhere, he noticed, except the deep crack of her ass, where it had been caught. He felt like rushing over and grabbing double handfuls of those big, soft asscheeks.

"I'll get it." Bob said. As she stepped aside, he grabbed the drawer and pulled it out easily.

"Oh, my!" Martha exclaimed. "You're strong, aren't you?"

"Aw, well…" Bob grinned, then blushed a deeper red as the older woman bent and rummaged through the drawer. Her creamy, shivering tits hung down and nearly fell out of her black bra, and the cleft between them looked deeper than ever.

"Oh, here's what I've been looking for," she said, pulling out one of her regular bras.

Bob's eyes widened at the size of the bra cups. Jeez, her tits were as big as his head!

"Well, I guess I'll get that shower, now," Martha said.

Bob followed her out and watched the heavy cheeks of her ass wobble and roll sexily under the robe.

Martha's face was also flushed, but Bob hadn't noticed. She knew the boy had seen a lot more than he should have, and she was positive that he was studying the cheeks of her ass as she walked away. But there hadn't been much she could do. Shit, having him look at her like that had made her hornier than ever!

Now that he had seen Mrs. Blumfeldt in those sexy panties and bra, Bob's cock felt hotter and harder than ever. Knowing that she was going to be completely naked behind that door in a matter of seconds didn't help. He hesitated when he saw her close the door. He wanted to sneak up and peek through the keyhole but, if she opened it again for some reason, he'd have no excuse for being there. He decided to wait until he was sure she was undressed.

Martha took off her nightie and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. When she saw how much of her tit-flesh was bulging above the half-bra, and how all of her asscheeks were visible, she delighted in her accidental exhibitionism.

She couldn't resist touching the exposed edges of her areolas. Her cunt throbbed and her nipples tingled. To hell with a shower, she wasn't going to get her hair wet. At least, not the hair on her head! She felt her clit stiffening as she sat on the toilet. She was facing the door as she spread her legs apart and tugged the crotch of her panties to one side. The hairy lips of her cunt and part of her asscrack came into view.

"Ohhh-h-h-h," she sighed, gently fingering around the sensitive rim of her hot cunt. Then she rubbed her juicy cuntlips, stirring them around her protruding clit. Little whimpering sounds filled the bathroom.

Shit! She'd forgotten to turn on the water. Martha hated to interrupt her finger-fucking, but Bob might get suspicious if he didn't hear water running. Besides, the noise would help muffle her moans and groans. With the water running in the tub, she sat back down and began where she'd left off-stroking and plucking her pink pussy folds and sighing with pleasure.

Bob was trembling with excitement as he crept toward the bathroom door. Now that the water was running, he felt safe. He knelt and peered through the keyhole, and nearly fell over backwards.

Mrs. Blumfeldt was playing with her pussy! He strained to see more, and his cock slid down his pantleg. Jeez, he was finally seeing it! A real cunt! A red, wet, thick-lipped pussy surrounded by thick, dark curls. He'd never seen anything so exciting.

As the horny older woman rubbed her cunt, her huge tits jumped and quivered in their brief cups. The vast amount of tit-flesh trembling above the black material of her bra fascinated the boy almost as much as her exposed cunt. But his eyes kept returning to her hairy cunt and the red pussylips that she was stirring so enthusiastically.

Until now, Bob hadn't really believed that women played with themselves as vigorously and excitedly as boys did. Wow! He couldn't help wondering if his mother rubbed her cunt like that, too. The thought made his cock lurch in his pants. He remembered how much hairier his mother's cunt had looked when he'd pecked under the table, and he tried to imagine her like this, playing with her bare pussy while he watched.

"Oh, Jeez!" he muttered, watching wide eyed as Mrs. Blumfeldt shoved two fingers into her pussy. She threw her head back and groaned, and Bob saw the pudgy pink folds surrounding her knuckles turn a deeper shade of pink. Her ass was jogging up and down as her fingers worked like pistons.

In his excitement Bob pressed too close to the keyhole and the door swung open with a loud squeaking of old hinges. Horrified, the boy grabbed for the doorknob, but it was too late.