Ray Todd - Naughty like mom

"I can't," he gasped. "I'm too close."

"You dirty fuckin' bastard," she screamed as she felt his cum gushing into her inflamed fuckhole.

"You filthy pig!"

She frantically clamped her cunt around his squirting cock, thrusting up and down against him, trying to reach a climax. Her trembling body strained to achieve orgasm. She was within a split hair of bridging it when his squirting cock suddenly went limp.

"You dirty, selfish bastard," she sobbed, pounding his chest with her fists, "that's the last fuckin' time you're ever using me. From now on I'm fuckin' real men, not a selfish pig like you."

"Please," he begged. "I couldn't help it."

"Shut up, you filthy asshole," she sobbed. "And get that slimy cock out of me!"

"Diane," he whispered, crawling out from between her legs, his cock making a slurping sound as it plopped out of her cunt. "I love you darling and I couldn't help it."

"That's a crock of shit," she snapped. "You don't even try to hold back. All you want to do is relieve yourself."

"But…"

"Shut up," she shouted. "If you think my cunt is just something to squirt your filthy load into, you can drop dead."

"I'll try to hold back next time," he begged. "I love you so much."

"There won't be a next time for you," she hissed. "The next time a cock enters my cunt, it's going to be a real man's cock, not yours!"

"Diane," he whispered when she'd turned the light out.

"Shut up and go to sleep!" she snapped. "And you better start making plans to get out of here. I'm through with you and your slimy, selfish cock."

Diane was still awake when she heard the key turn in the front-door lock, and was relieved that Robin was home. She always worried when her daughter was out late.

Her body was so nervous and tense from frustration that she couldn't get to sleep. God, how she wished that Charlie Crawford were in town so that he could fill her needs with his big, talented shaft. An hour later, and still unable to sleep, she decided to go downstairs for a glass of milk.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed a light in the den and went to investigate. Looking in, she was dumbfounded to see Robin standing bent over behind a couch, her elbows braced on the back of it. The girl's panties and jeans were around her ankles and Lance Woodward was driving his cock into her cunt from the rear. Clutching the cheeks of her upturned ass, his gleaming cock was slithering in and out of her gold-fringed slit with a smooth, steady rhythm.

"Oh, God, honey," she heard Robin whispering, as she thrust her bare ass back to meet his long, swooping thrusts, "you're the best fucker in the whole world."

Diane stared in complete amazement. She wasn't really shocked to see her daughter indulging in sex. She, herself, hadn't been much older at the time of Robin's birth, and Diane had been fucking around for a couple of years before Robin's dad knocked her up. Because of her own youth, Diane had assumed that her daughter was probably doing the same.

The thing that amazed her was the hardness of Lance's cock and the skill he was using. It was obvious to Diane that the young stud's wet, glistening cock was as hard as tempered steel, but it was the rhythm and sureness of his strokes that completely fascinated her.

Diane could almost feel the pleasure that Robin was experiencing as the magnificent tool swooped in and out of the young girl's pussy. It was one of the most beautiful sights that Diane had ever witnessed. Standing naked by the crack of the door, Diane began fingering her clit to the rhythm of Lance's thrusts.

Finally afraid that she would be discovered, Diane tore away from the erotic scene and tip-toed back upstairs. She quietly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. Sitting on the toilet seat, she spread her thighs, and, thrusting her legs out, began vigorously rubbing her clit with her fingers. Within seconds she exploded into a mild, rather dissatisfying climax.

Returning to her bed, she spent the remainder of the night in a fitful, restless sleep.

Diane got up the next morning and prepared breakfast for Robin and Bob. As she sometimes did during the summer, Robin was going to accompany her stepfather to the office where he paid her to help with the filing. Robin enjoyed the company of her stepfather as much as the generous wage.

Robin noticed her parents weren't speaking, and it worried her very much. Ever since Robin discovered that her mother was fooling around with Charlie Crawford, she had been disturbed, afraid that her mother's marriage would end in another divorce.

When husband and daughter finally left, Diane poured another cup of coffee, dreading the long, empty day that awaited. Sipping her coffee, she massaged her itching pussy through her short, open housecoat. She realized that nothing but a big stiff cock would ever put out the itching fire of frustration that burned in her loins.

Her thoughts kept returning to the sight of her daughter's bare ass as Lance's smooth cock swooped in and out of her cunt. Why, oh why, did she have to be stuck with a sexual oaf like her husband! As much as she craved sex, she vowed that the selfish bastard was never going to use her cunt again to relieve his greedy cock.

When she started to pour another cup of coffee, she discovered the pot was empty, and decided to make some more. Remembering that she'd emptied the last coffee can, she went to the cupboard for a fresh one. She had trouble fitting it into the electric can opener, and in her frustrated mood, she impatiently tried to force it. She jumped back when the screw ripped out of the wall and her can opener crashed onto the cabinet.

"Oh, shit!" she growled, going in search of a screwdriver. When she returned with the tool, she tried to drive the screw in, but when the screwdriver slipped and nicked her finger, she threw it down and returned the can to the shelf.

She wandered into the living room to read the morning paper. Lighting a cigarette, Diane noticed how her hands were shaking. Staring blankly at the paper, she was conscious of nothing but the gnawing flame that was burning in her pussy. She was so fucking horny that drops of hot cunt juices were oozing out of her lust-swollen slit.

Unable to read the paper, she had decided to take a cold shower when the silence of the empty house was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Closing her housecoat, she went to the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Clayton," smiled Lance. "Is Robin home?"

"No," she replied, staring at the boy. "She's gone down to help Mr. Clayton at the office."

"When do you expect her home?"

Diane didn't hear him. She was studying the boy's face for the first time. He was a big, handsome kid in his late teens with an open, pleasant face. Looking at him, Diane suddenly thought how nice it would feel to be kissed by his firm, young lips.

"I'm sorry," she said, noticing how he was staring at her. "What did you say?"

"I asked what time you expected her home?"

"She won't be home until this evening," answered Diane, striving not to look at his crotch. She felt certain that if she glanced down, the outline of his cock would be visible in his tight jeans.

"Well, thanks, Mrs. Clayton," he smiled, turning to leave.

"Is there any message?"

"Just tell her I stopped by, and that I'll call her this evening," he replied, walking away.

Diane stared excitedly at his slim, hard ass moving like a precision machine in his tight jeans. "Lance," she called just as he reached the car.

"Are you in a big hurry?"

"No, not really," he answered, returning up the walk. "What can I do for you?"

"My fool can opener came loose from the wall," she laughed. "Would you mind screwing it back on for me?"

Following her across the living room, he couldn't take his eyes away from her soft, creamy, white thighs. Lance had always thought she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. It was quite obvious where Robin had inherited her lovely features.