Scott Sellers - Mother in heat

Candy bounced out of the car and waved goodbye. After making sure she got in the house all right, Mrs. Karp turned to her husband and said, "You know, that Fildert girl is growing every day. And she'll probably turn out just like her mother – a big dirty slut! I still don't know why you hired her. Andy… Andy! Wipe that stupid grin off your face and get this car moving!"

"Yes, dear."

After finally getting the bratty Karp kids to go up to bed, Candy went into the kitchen to get something to eat. Opening the refrigerator, she stared at the shelves of food and drinks before opening up the crisper. Reaching into the pile of vegetables, she brought out a big juicy cucumber. The thought of Mr. Karp's fat cock had been bothering her all night, making her pussy drool constantly. And now she had to do something about it.

Hopping up onto the counter next to the sink, Candy hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties away from her cunt-hole. Then she eased the end of the green cucumber against her wet pink cuntlips. Holding on to the faucet with her other hand, Candy leaned back to get a better angle for the cold dildo.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh!" she moaned, feeling hot flashes of desire rush through her drooling cunt. "Ohhhhh, sooooo good!"

Faster and faster she fucked herself with the cucumber until almost half of it was hidden in her tender young pussy. A small pool of cunt-sauce puddled between her legs on the slick Formica counter top. Then she remembered how her sister Sandy had looked when she returned from her thrilling fuck-session – all plastered with dried cum and blood and fuck-fluids. Oh, how Candy wanted to get fucked! Oh, how she wanted Mr. Karp's big fat cock reaming out her pussy.

She rammed the cucumber up her cunt as far as she could, grinding it against the back of her pussy on the end of the downstroke. With the big vegetable thrust in all the way, she rubbed her throbbing clit with her thumb. Then she began bucking her hips as the first spasms of orgasm racked through her cunt. Up and down she thrashed, smacking her pert asscheeks into the spreading puddle of pussy-sauce on the counter.

"Ahhhh! Ohhhh, yeahhh!" she moaned, her eyes locked tight in bliss, her lips quivering in ecstasy.

And then a sharp tap on the window glass of the kitchen door snapped Candy out of her impending come. She slipped back and thudded against the wall, knocking down pot holders and utensils that had been hanging above her head. The cucumber slipped out of her slippery pussy and rolled onto the floor.

Mr. Karp stood outside, waving and smiling at her, signaling Candy to open the door. She shook her head and took a deep breath before jumping down off the counter. Straightening out her dress, she walked over and let Mr. Karp into the kitchen.

"Oh, hi," she said, still a bit dazed. "Is anything wrong?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so," Mr. Karp said, gently rubbing the heel of his hand across his crotch. "Ah, I had to leave the party early. There's something the matter at my gas station – and I need your help."

"Sure, Mr. Karp. After all, I guess I'm still on duty. The kids are all asleep, so let's go."

It was exciting to ride next to Mr. Karp in his big car as they raced through the neighborhood on the way to his filling station. All the way there, Candy snugged up close, accidentally on purpose gripping his meaty thigh whenever he illegally passed another car or dashed through a blind intersection. It was all she could do to hold herself back from reaching up and grabbing his crotch. Oh, if only he knew what she really wanted, she thought. The heat waves passing through her hand were practically driving her crazy!

With a screech of burning rubber, Mr. Karp halted in the front of his office. The back of the big station wagon fishtailed around, knocking over a bubble-gum machine.

"I got a call saying some suspicious characters were seen over here," the big man said. "Come on, let's look around."

Mr. Karp grabbed the girl around the waist and carried her out of the car. He took her into the back and set her on a dirty workbench behind a stack of new radial tires.

Candy looked up at him and cast a sideways glance. Crossing her arms, she said, "Mr. Karp, are you sure something's wrong?"

"Well, ah, I guess… oh, you'll never understand. You see, when you get to… to be my age… you…"

"You what?" Candy said, licking her lips and running her tongue all around the outside of her mouth. "Maybe this will make you feel better."

Spreading her legs, Candy pulled back her skirt and revealed her wet crotch. Then she grabbed the side of her panties and exposed her pink pussy. Mr. Karp sighed and slapped his forehead, trying to keep his balance.

"It's okay. Mom says we can fuck whenever we want to. Really."

Karp gripped her knees with his rugged mechanic's hands and lowered himself toward the smiling girl's crotch. He closed his eyes and guided himself in on scent alone, wagging his tongue and drooling.

When the tip of his hot tongue finally touched her slick pussy-lips, Candy cried out wantonly. "Ohhhhh, yessss! Fuck me with your tongue. Pleeease!"

The big man slid his hands down to cup her sweet asscheeks, pushing her pussy harder against his face. He strained to lick his tongue as far up her pussy-tunnel as he could, gnawing on her clit with his upper teeth. Her wispy blonde cunt-hairs tickled his nostrils, and to keep from sneezing he inhaled raggedly and deep, breathing in the pungent aroma of her pussy fumes.

"Aaaawwwwhhhh! Mnmmmhhhhh!" he moaned, slobbering all over her crotch.

"Yeah, oh yeah." Candy gasped, running her hands through his hair. Then she clutched the back of his head and pulled him tighter up against her wet cunt. "Suck meeee! So gooooood!"

He inched his hands along the back of her asscheeks, still maintaining his fierce grip as he searched for her asshole. Karp thrust two fingers inside her puckered shitter, digging in viciously with his rough fingertips. Smashing his face down tighter again her cunt hole, the big man could feel his fingers working inside her ass tunnel as he scoured her pussy-walls with his fat tongue.

"Ahhhhh, shit! You're killing me!" Candy screwed, beating on the top of Mr. Karp's head with her fists. "Stop it! Aggghhhh!"

But he only increased the pressure of his face against her cunt. Karp's nose rasped against the girl's clit as he wallowed in her mushy pussy. A puddle of slobber and cunt-sauce pooled between her soft thighs, dripping off the edge of the oil stained workbench.

Then the horny men pulled his mouth from Candy's cunt with a loud slurping sound. He twisted his fingers deep into her asshole one last time before yanking them out. Holding his shit-stained fingers under his nose, the man inhaled deeply, arching his back and raising up on his tiptoes.

"Ahhh, what a smell. You're delicious, baby," he said, sighing dreamily. "What a sweet ass you got."

Candy found herself suddenly confused. Flashes of pain were searing through her tender asshole, but the hot itchy feelings in her cunt and the sight of Mr. Karp's lewdly throbbing bulge were getting her horny. She reached down and began massaging her pert tits until her nipples were standing up hard and erect. With her other hand, she teased the tip of her clit, producing delicious waves of desire that began shaking against the walls of her juicy pussy.

"Now I got a treat for you, little lady," Mr. Karp said, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. "And a great big surprise td go with it, too."

With that, the big man unzipped his pants and allowed his massive cock to flop out. He jacked it a few times, working his drooping foreskin up over the end of his red prick-tip and then sliding it back down again. A clear drop of pre-cum began oozing out from between the tender flaps of his piss-slit.