Scott Sellers - Mother in heat

He leaned over and slipped his massive hands under her arms and lifted her up. Pulling up her skirt, he slipped a finger under her panties and tested her pussy for wetness.

"Yeah, that feels good and juicy," he said, pulling out his finger and admiring the glossy sheen of fresh cunt-sauce. "So now you get to let me fuck you senseless."

Hal tore off the rest of his clothes and then pushed Roxanne down onto the couch. She followed suit and wriggled out of her blouse and panties. Spreading her legs wide, she reached down and parted her bloated outer cunt-lips, revealing her wet pussy-hole.

The dogs outside continued barking as if they were somehow aware that Mr. Dackle was about to ram his fat cock deep into Roxanne's pussy. But just on the other side of their cages could be heard the sound of laughing children. Dave was back there showing off for his sisters in a small grassy meadow.

"And this is Scruffy," the teen said to Sandy and Candy. Dave held a big Doberman pinscher who tugged ferociously on his leash. "Now watch how good I've got him trained."

Letting the big dog go, Dave watched proudly as the Doberman bit into the leg of an inflatable plastic woman doll he had placed in the middle of the little field.

The two twin girls stared in wonder.

"Oh, Dave," Sandy said. "You're so smart."

"Yeah, Dave. You're such a great brother," Candy added.

The teen smiled and then blew across his fingernails, rubbing them across the front of his shirt.

The next few weeks went well for the Fildert family. Sandy and Candy were bringing home lots of money from their babysitting jobs – it seemed as if they were hardly ever home, they were working so hard. Sometimes, Candy even got to work nights helping Mr. Karp out at the gas station, and Mr. Schultz sometimes let Sandy help him stock groceries after hours.

And Dave had received a substantial raise, all of which he gave to his mother just as he originally promised. But even so, the teen could tell that his mother needed more money to run the household. His late father's insurance had barely paid for the elaborate funeral his mother demanded, and the Fildert's were going to need lots of money for the future. Dave had his heart set on going to the local animal-husbandry college someday, and Sandy and Candy wanted to start modeling school as soon as they could.

Roxanne appreciated the help her children were giving her, and she tried to show her appreciation as best she could whenever the family was gathered together. But it seemed, what with the kids all working so hard, that the four of them were rarely home at the same time. So she had taken up with Mr. Dackel and was spending more and more time with him.

Things had settled into a basic routine, ever since that refreshing day the Fildert's first traveled out to the Kozy Kennels. But it was finally Dave who took the initiative and tried to change that routine somewhat. He knew his mother needed some more cash, so he devised a plan to bring more money home for the family.

It was late on a week night and Dave knew that Sandy was down at the grocery store helping Mr. Schultz. That meant that Mrs. Schultz was all alone. Dave's mother was out on a date with the owner of the dog kennel, so the teen sneaked out and started up the family station wagon.

After stopping off at the kennels, Dave screeched to a halt in front of the Schultz residence a short time later. Scruffy the Doberman was in the back of the car, drooling all over the upholstery, but he seemed to be content nonetheless.

Dave hauled the big dog out across the tailgate and struggled to lead the brown and black beast up to the front door of the Schultz home.

"Easy, boy," the teenager said, ringing the doorbell.

Scruffy sat back on his haunches, waiting expectantly. Dave had trained him very well and the big dog obeyed the teen's every command.

Finally, the door opened slightly and Mrs. Schultz's eye appeared in the crack. "Yes," she said hesitantly, "what can I do for you?"

Scruffy barked but Dave yelled at him to stop and waved a finger in the animal's face. The big dog hunched over, his stubby tail whisking back and forth across the bristly welcome mat.

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Schultz. You remember me, don't you? From the funeral?"

"How can I forget," she said, opening the door a bit wider.

"Well, I'm trying to get some more money for my mom and our family, and, well, I know that your husband works at night all the time, and I was wondering if you might need a guard-dog service sometimes, for protection and stuff like that."

The woman laughed richly. "Are you kidding?" she said, opening the door all the way. Facing the teen with her hands on her hips, she began yelling, "I've had it up to here with your family, especially that sister of yours, whatever her name is. And your mother! My God, Dave, do you know what kind of woman she is, always running around town…"

Mrs. Schultz stopped in the middle of her speech when she noticed that Dave had slumped over and had begun sobbing. He was trying valiantly to hold back his tears, when she reached over and touched him on the shoulder.

"I… I'm sorry, son. I guess it's just that, well, Fred's always gone and I'm always alone with the kids… well, you couldn't understand…"

Sliding her arm around Dave's neck, she pulled him close, burying his face in the soft fabric of her terrycloth housecoat.

"There, there… you don't have to cry… I know it must be tough without a f… and… and… you know, I've always wanted a son…" The woman paused to run her hand through Dave's curly hair. "Why don't you come in. I'm sorry."

Mrs. Schultz pulled him inside. She tried to shut the dog out, but Scruffy was too quick. After she had taken Dave over to the couch, she gave the dog a menacing look. Scruffy snarled slightly and then went and curled up next to the fireplace.

"Now, son, try and relax. I really didn't mean what I said. Here, let's dry those eyes and make it all better."

She pulled out the lapel of her housecoat to try and wipe off Dave's tear-streaked face. As she did so, the teen was treated to a glimpse of the woman's full, firm tits. Arching his neck, pretending to make it easier for Mrs. Schultz to attend to his eyes, Dave slyly peered down at her big breasts.

Noticing the bulge in the teen's pants for the first time, and the awkward manner in which he loomed over her lap, Mrs. Schultz smiled lewdly. Like mother, like son, she thought, revealing a bit more of the delicious tits.

Dave's cock lurched in his pants. He inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent of cunt that wafted up suddenly from between Mrs. Schultz's legs. She began scissoring her thighs back and forth, as if trying to send the pungent pussy-aroma up into the curious teen's nose.

The faster she moved her legs, the more her sash began to unravel, until the front of her housecoat slipped slowly open. Dave stared down in utter fascination at the woman's bushy cunt. She had much more pussy-hair than his mother did. It spread all over her lower belly, the thick pubic curls rowing wild and ragged all over her sweet crotch.

"Oh, my," she said, sighing deeply. "I seem to have…"

But Dave didn't hear a word she said. He was too busy staring intently at Mrs. Schultz's pussy. Peering down at her pussy-lips, he noticed little beads of cunt-sauce dotting the hairs near the middle of her cunt.

Then, before she could finish her sentence, Dave dove between her legs, tongue-first. He feverishly began licking up all the pussy-juice she had secreted so far, but as she began gushing more and more, as she began to enjoy the teen's probing, lapping tongue, drinking up all her fuck-fluids became a losing proposition. So Dave had to content himself with smearing his mouth and chin and face all around Mrs. Schultz's slippery gash. Faster and faster he licked, until her clit became hard and erect and began poking insistently into his cheekbone.