Ray Todd - Naughty like mom

"Hell, yes," he laughed. "She's crazy about it."

"I'm glad," Diane laughed. "That's one taste she inherited from her mother."

When she had completely cleaned herself, she jumped onto the bed with Lance.

"Okay, baby," she whispered, reaching for his hard cock. "It's time to pump him up again."

Trembling with anticipation, she slipped his soft prick into her hot, cum-soaked mouth. Gently swirling the limp organ around her tongue, she felt it beginning to lurch and grow. As she expected, it only took a few minutes until the virile boy's cock was as rigid and hard as it had been in the kitchen.

Lance was going wild at the feel of the experienced woman's talented mouth sensuously sucking on the head of his cock while she ran her fingers up and down the underside of his sensitive shaft.

Suddenly releasing his rigid pole, she rolled onto her back, exposing her wet, swollen pussylips to the boy's ogling eyes.

"Okay, Lance, baby," she giggled. "It's time to start fuckin'."

As he crawled between her thighs, she could see his magnificent, hard cock thrusting out. Reaching down, she grasped the big prick and guided it toward her fuck-starved cunt.

"Oh, God, that baby feels hard!" she cried, squeezing the big, rubbery glans in her hand. She began trembling with anticipation when she pressed his cock against her hot, slick, pussy opening.

"Oh, shit, Lance," she moaned, grinding herself up against his straining cock-head. "Slam it in, baby, fuck me good!"

When the boy felt her hungry cuntlips swallowing his sensitive cock-head, he suddenly drove it all the way in with one, smooth swoop.

"Eeegghh!" she squealed with delight as it slithered up into her sex-starved belly.

"Oh God, that feels good," she moaned, screwing her body up closer against his, to better enjoy the blood-bloated cock that was imbedded so deeply in her hungry, clasping cunt. She could feel every vein and tendon of the steel-hard shaft rubbing against the sensitive membrane of her cuntal walls.

"Oh, Lance, baby," she sobbed as his hot, stiff shaft plunged in and out of her slippery cunt with the same, smooth rhythm she'd seen him use on her daughter.

Diane was almost beside herself with ecstasy. After the frustrating affair with her fumbling husband, it was glorious to feel a hard virile cock. She was sexually alive, enjoying every long, smooth, thrust of the boy's lusty shaft. Grasping him frantically around the shoulders, she was throwing her soft, white hips up to meet every stroke of his stiff, plunging cock. The open lips of her frothy, hot cunt sucked and grasped at his shaft, frying frantically to suck more of it into her greedy pussy.

Lance could feel his cock-head swelling bigger and bigger as it slid smoothly against the soft, fleshy ridges of her sucking cunt muscles. It felt like his big, blood-bloated cock would explode from the exquisite sensations induced by her hot, juice-drenched fuckhole.

Their wet, slippery bodies were grinding frantically into each other as he pounded his big, fleshy prick harder and deeper into her receptive cunt.

"Oh, baby, can you fuck," she whispered, recalling the beauty of this same cock gliding in and out of Robin's cunt. "You can really fuck!"

It seemed that Diane had been riding his glorious cock for hours when she suddenly felt her impending orgasm building up in her loins.

"Oh, Lance, baby!" she sobbed. "Fuck me faster, honey! Faster!"

Crazed with lust, their frenzied bodies were lewdly slapping together in wanton abandon. The young boy's excessively stiff cock was the most delicious thing she had ever enjoyed.

"Faster, baby, faster!" Diane squealed as she wrapped her lush thighs tighter around his heaving waist, exposing more of her slippery cunt to his assault.

Frantically increasing the speed of his thrusts, Lance felt his balls tightening as he rapidly approached his climax.

"Harder, Lance, baby!" she squealed, screwing her frothy cunt up tighter against his plunging cock. "Fuck, honey! Fuck! I'm almost there!"

The wild ecstasy was almost more than she could stand. Her long, auburn hair was flying all around her face and pillow as she rolled from side to side, her gazed eyes staring at the spinning ceiling. Her big, red mouth was gaping as she squealed and sobbed with rapture.

Sweet agony and ecstasy grabbed her as Lance's cock slithered against her swollen, sensitive clit.

"I'm coming, honey! I'm coming!" she screamed, arching her hips to receive the full impact of the gushing cum that was squirting out of his thrusting cock. "I'm coming baby! I'm commmiiinnggg!"

Covering his lips with her hot, open mouth, she desperately clung to him until the last spurt had dribbled out of his cock.

"Oh, Lance," she whispered a few minutes later as she cuddled his face in her arms. "You'll never know how much I needed that. Please fuck me all day long."

"I'll try my best," he smiled.

"I've never felt so horny in my life as I did before you came over," she confessed.

"You're such a hot piece of ass!"

"Hotter than Robin?" she giggled.

"You're sure a good pair," he smiled, not committing himself.

Bending down, Diane slipped his wet, limp penis into her mouth, hoping to quickly arouse him for another session.

"Hmmmmm, that tastes good," she giggled as she began licking the dried cum from his flaccid prick. Feeling it begin to throb and swell again, Diane knew that this virile young stud was going to give her the best fucking day of her life.

Later that afternoon at the office, Bob Clayton was trying to sort a lot of unfilled orders while Robin was helping the two regular file clerks rearrange them. He couldn't understand how he had let the orders get so fouled up. Bob realized he had been upset because of Diane's attitude lately, but he had never let outside problems interfere with his work before. He couldn't understand how he had neglected to put so many orders through the proper channels. He had a splitting headache and because of the scene with Diane last night, he found it almost impossible to concentrate.

"Honey," he said to Robin, "I can't concentrate with the phone ringing constantly and all these people milling around. Let's call it quits for today. Tomorrow is Saturday and I think I can come in and clear it up easier when there's no one else in the building."

"Okay," she smiled. "You're the boss."

"Could you come in and help me tomorrow?" he asked.

"Gee," she sighed, "Lance was going to take me boating, but I can break the date."

"No, honey," he grinned. "I don't want you to do that. I'll manage."

"Bob," she asked nervously when they'd settled in his car, "what's bothering you today?"

"Nothing, honey," he smiled. "Yes there is. Please tell me?"

"It's your mother," the man sighed. "We haven't been getting along very well lately."

"Probably just a lover's spat," she giggled.

"No, honey. She let me know last night that she wanted out of the marriage."

"What!" Robin gasped.

"She thinks we should split up."

"Oh, Bob," she whispered, on the verge of team. "I don't want to lose you. You're like a real father to me."

"And you're like a daughter," he sighed. They drove on in silence.

"Bob," Robin finally asked. "What is the trouble between you and Mom?"

"It's very personal."

"Is it sex?"

"Why do you say that?" he replied, startled by the question.

"That was the trouble with her last marriage," Robin sighed.

"What would you know about that?"

"Well," she answered. "I might be just a kid, but I'm not a dumb kid."

He didn't answer as he drove through a crowded intersection.

"Well?" Robin asked. "Is the problem sex?"

"In a way," he finally answered.

"Can't you work it out like two adults?"