Ray Todd - Naughty like mom

"Now, can I make you a cup of coffee," she asked when he'd finished mounting the can opener.

"Sure," he smiled. "If it's not too much trouble."

"It's no trouble at all," she laughed, walking over to the cupboard. "I was just going to make some when the damned thing fell off the wall."

Reaching up for the coffee can in the cupboard, her short housecoat pulled up, revealing the lower chunks of her smooth ass-cheeks to Lance's boggled eyes.

When she'd finally plugged in the coffee pot, she sat on a chair, letting her robe reveal most of her inner thighs when she crossed her legs. She was more than pleased at the excited expression on Lance's face as he kept peering down at her naked flesh. Diane had been around long enough to know when a man desired her, and she could tell that this young man did.

Later, when the coffee was ready, she leaned over in front of Lance to pout it, and, loosening the robe slightly, her big boobies almost spilled out. His startled eyes stared at the big nipples that were jiggling around only inches away from his face. Glancing down as she continued to pour the coffee, Diane could see Lance's cock throbbing violently in his crotch. She knew that she would soon have the handsome young stud upstairs in her bed.

Returning the pot to the stove, she moved over by the sink and, facing Lance, leaned back against the counter, letting the front of her housecoat fall open. The boy almost fell off his chair as he stared at the silky tuft of auburn hair nestled just below the smooth, flat plane of her creamy, white stomach.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she suddenly gasped, pulling it closed, pretending it was an accident. "The damned thing won't stay closed."

"That's all right," he choked.

"I'm so embarrassed," she giggled. "But I guess you've seen plenty of pussy before."

He didn't answer.

"Haven't you?" she continued.

"Haven't I what?"

"Seen plenty of pussy?"

"I suppose so," he answered nervously.

"I'll bet you've seen Robin's," she giggled.

The boy didn't answer. He just stared at her, unable to comprehend what was happening.

"I'll bet you've even fucked Robin's hot, little pussy," she teased, slowly walking over in front of the seated boy, her gown completely open in front. Hands on her hips, she began sensually rotating her juicy snatch before his unbelieving eyes.

"I saw you fucking her in the den last night," she giggled, dropping to her knees in front of him. "That's some cock you have. Do you mind if I inspect it at close range?"

When the dumbfounded boy didn't answer, her deft fingers quickly lowered his zipper. Finding that it was difficult to get his stiff cock through the fly of his tight jeans, Diane asked him to stand. When he numbly complied, she quickly unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop around his ankles.

"It looks even better up close," she smiled, wrapping her fingers around the hard shaft. As Diane had expected, it felt as hard as steel. It was, without a doubt, the stiffest, hardest cock she had ever seen or touched.

"God, Lance!" she exclaimed. "That's a real ramrod."

When she finally released it, Lance sat back down on the chair, his cock pointing straight up.

"Would you like to plant that beauty here in my little nest?" she smiled, dropping her robe to the floor.

Lance stared at the naked woman standing directly in front of him, her cunt only a couple of feet from his eyes. He had always thought that Robin's mother was a beautiful, sexy person, but he'd never realized how lovely until right now. There was something about her soft, creamy, white flesh that was lewdly obscene. It was so soft and pliant that anyone looking at her felt like wallowing in the luxuriant warmth of her body.

Looking up, Lance saw her sparkling, green eyes smiling at him. Her full, red lips were moist and soft as she teasingly flicked her tongue around them. Lance had never seen anything as lovely as her lustrous auburn hair cascading down her smooth, naked shoulders.

His eyes were drawn to her luscious big boobs, soft and pliant, yet firmly erect with big cherry-hard nipples. Finally, his eyes flowed over the smooth plane of her tummy until they were focused on the nest of silky pubic hairs that surrounded her eager pussy. Her pussy lips glistened with the cuntal juices that were oozing out of her slippery fuckhole.

"Do you like my hot, little pussy?" she whispered.

"God, yes!" he gasped as she stepped forward until it was only inches from his eyes.

"Then touch it," she whispered as she took his hand, pressing it against her snatch. "I love to have my pussy touched."

The feel of her hot, slippery cuntlips was almost more than the excited youth could stand. Unable to control himself any longer, he thrust his finger all the way into her excited cunt.

"Oooooh, honey," she giggled, writhing her snatch around the finger. "That feels good baby, so good. How would you like to go upstairs and play with me? My hot, little cunt is just dying to be fucked."

"Shit, yes!" he blurted, leaping to his feet.

"Okay," she giggled, taking him by the hand and leading him upstairs. "I know a lot of naughty games that I'm sure will please that hard prick of yours."

When she had seated him on the edge of the bed, she knelt between his legs and gently took his throbbing shaft in her hands. She could feel the blood pumping through his shaft and the jerking of his muscles, and Diane knew that the overly excited young man was on the verge of ejaculating. She decided to help him get rid of his first load before they started fucking. She wanted a long, luxurious fuck, and she realized that would be impossible in his present state of excitement.

Leaning forward, she lightly rubbed his sensitive cock against her nipples. His hot glans burned against her erect buds, sending waves of pleasure surging through her body.

Lance was trembling with excitement as he felt her hard nipples brush his excited cockhead.

"Jesus Christ!" he gasped, when she pulled his hard shaft into the deep valley between her big, soft tits. Then, taking the soft boobs, she lifted them up and around his cock, completely burying it under the soft flesh. Slowly she moved her body up and down as she held her luscious tits around his shaft.

Lance had never felt anything as erotic as his prick sliding up and down between her smooth, silky breasts. The perspiration in her deep cleavage made it as slippery as a cunt.

"Oh, shit, Mrs. Clayton!" he sobbed, wildly thrusting his cock back and forth in the mass of soft flesh. "That feels so good."

"Do you like to tit-fuck?" she giggled. "Do you like fuckin' my titties?"

"Christ, yes!" he gasped. "But you're gonna make me come."

"That's okay, honey," she whispered. "I want you to come."

"But, but," he stammered, "it'll shoot out on you."

"Good," she giggled, bobbing up and down at a faster tempo. "Squirt me good, baby. Let it squirt."

Lance couldn't understand this woman, but if she wanted him to come on her, he sure didn't mind.

"Oh, Christ!" he suddenly gasped. "I'm gonna come, Mrs. Clayton, I'm gonna come!"

"That's fine, honey," she whispered. "Let it fly, baby, soak me good."

Suddenly it gushed up from between her tits, a thick, hot stream that splashed against her chin, throat and neck. Spurt after spurt spewed from the boy's virile cock. It squirted on her chest and between her breasts, running down to her navel. When she finally released his shrinking cock, her upper torso glistened with his thick, slippery cum.

"Christ," she giggled, "I've never seen such a load in my life."

Scooping it up, she eagerly licked and sucked the cum from her fingers.

"Do you like that stuff?"

"Shit, yes," she giggled, busily licking her fingers. "I love it. Doesn't Robin?"