Ray Todd - Naughty like mom

Around one-thirty that afternoon, while her mother was taking a shower, Robin took the car keys from Diane's purse and hid them behind a hedge in the garden.

"Mom," Robin said when she emerged from the shower, "I'm going over to Becky's for a little while. See you later."

"Robin," her mother stammered. "I'll be gone when you get back. I'm going away for the weekend."

"Where?"

"Just away," she answered.

"Who with?"

"A friend," her mother replied. "You can tell Bob that I'll be back Sunday evening."

"Okay," Robin said, lightly kissing her mother on the cheek and rushing out the door. She hoped that Charlie Crawford would be there early. Robin knew that the missing keys wouldn't delay her mother too long – when she found them missing she would call a taxi – but it would hold her up long enough for Robin to put her plan in action.

Robin was relieved to see Charlie Crawford sitting in his car when she arrived at the supermarket parking lot.

"Hi, Mr. Crawford," she smiled, opening the door and jumping into the empty passenger seat.

"H-hello, Robin," he nervously stammered, shocked at seeing Diane's pretty, young daughter. "What are you doing here?"

"Mother asked me to stop and tell you that she can't keep her appointment today," she smiled, leaning forward to give him a good view of the deep cleavage between her big firm tits.

"Why?"

"She had to go out of town with my stepfather and she said that she'd explain when she got back."

"Where did they go?" he asked, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Heck, I don't know," the girl answered. "They left about an bout ago."

Charlie just sat in a stunned silence.

"Mr. Crawford," Robin asked, anxious to get him away from the parking lot before her mother arrived, "would you mind driving me over to the tennis courts?"

"I guess not," he said, still stunned by the strange turn of events.

Starting the car, he slowly drove away from the supermarket.

"Oh, yes," she giggled when he stopped for a traffic signal. "I don't know what she meant, but she told me to tell you that she'll miss your tom-tom."

Charlie smiled knowingly.

"I don't know what a tom-tom is," she laughed. "But it sounds sort of naughty."

Charlie didn't explain.

"I'll bet she calls your thing a tom-tom," Robin suddenly giggled, realizing that she had to quickly turn the conversation to sex. "I call Lance's prick my lollipop."

He stared with shock at the girl, startled to hear her lewd words.

"I call his prick a lollipop 'cause I love sucking it," she continued.

Looking dumbfounded at the girl, he suddenly realized that those soft, smooth thighs and big, full tits weren't those of a child.

"I didn't realize that you were that experienced," he stammered, his eyes focused on her fingernails lightly tracing up and down her thigh.

"How often do you fool around?"

"As often as I can," she giggled. "I love to play with a boy's cock. It feels so good to touch, you know, all hard and hot in my hands."

There was something about Robin's shameless conversation that excited Charlie. His cock was beginning to throb at the thought of being jacked-off by the pretty young girl.

"Don't you enjoy it when women play with your thing?"

"Yes, I suppose I do," he grinned.

"See," she giggled. "And I know you like being sucked-off."

"How do you know that?" he laughed, getting more excited every minute.

"I saw Mom give you a blow job on our patio one night," she smiled, glancing at him with teasing eyes. "I was sitting on the lawn and you were both too horny to see me."

He stared at her with shock, vividly recalling the night of the Claytons' party.

"And you sure have a beautiful, big cock," she giggled. "It's a helluva lot bigger than any of the kids I know."

"Doesn't Lance have a big one?" he asked, his cock throbbing excitedly in his pants.

"Sure he has," she laughed, lightly resting her hand on that big bulge in his pants, "but not like this big tom-tom."

His body tensed with excitement when the hand touched his swollen prick.

"Mr. Crawford," she asked, pressing her bare thigh against his leg. "Would you let me suck your cock?"

"What?" he gasped, startled by her frank question.

"May I suck you off?" she repeated, gently squeezing his lurching organ. "I've never tasted a big cock like yours."

His mind was, reeling at the thought of his hard prick slithering in and out of her young, lewd lips. The prospect of firing a load into her soft, sucking mouth was mind-boggling.

"Where can we go?" he asked.

"Take me to some hotel out on the highway," she whispered, massaging his lurching lump more rapidly. "I've never been in a real motel room with a man."

Charlie hesitated, wondering how it would look for a middle-aged man to check into a motel with a teen-ager wearing nothing but brief shorts and a halter.

"Oh please," she begged. "I'll slip out of the car when no one is looking."

"No," he grinned. "Let's drive down by the lake."

"Okay," she giggled. "Take me anywhere as long as you promise to squirt my mouth full of fuck-juice."

"Don't worry, honey," he smiled, turning the car around, "I promise you a nice, big mouthful."

When they arrived at the lake, he parked the car in a secluded area surrounded by a dense grove of trees.

"Gee, this is neat," she giggled, calmly unfastening her halter and taking it off. Charlie Crawford stared in awe as her luscious big boobs spilled out in front of his eyes. He hadn't seen such youthful firmness in years. The soft, pinkness of her big areolas was a delicious contrast to the creamy, white softness of her breasts. Her cherry-hard nipples were bursting out like blossoming buds.

"Like my titties?" she giggled, pleased at the way he was staring at them. "They're all tingly with excitement."

"My God!" he gasped, licking his dry lips.

"Wait 'til you see what else I have," she smiled, arching her hips up and sliding her shorts down over her ass.

Charlie's eyes were immediately drawn to the little triangle of wispy, golden pubic hairs.

"See," she giggled. "Isn't that a cute, little pussy?"

"It certainly is," he stammered.

"And it's horny as hell," she whispered, parting the soft lips with her fingers, exposing the juicy, inner flesh of her quivering slit.

Never had anyone ever excited Charlie as much as this teen-aged nymph. Not only was she young and beautiful, but there was something about her sexual frankness that aroused him.

"Okay, Mr. Crawford," she giggled. "Take your clothes off, every stitch."

Charlie stepped out and quickly disrobed by the side of the car, tossing his clothes onto the back seat. A tinge rippled through Robin's pussy when he dropped his shorts exposing his big, hard cock as it thrust up from his massive balls.

"Jesus, that's a beauty!" she exclaimed when he crawled back into the car.

Frantically clutching at the girl, Charlie drew her soft, naked body into his arms, covering her parted lips with his trembling mouth. Her warm flesh burned against his skin.

"Oooooh, that feels good," she giggled as his fingers traveled across her erect nipples.

Robin gently wrapped her fingers around his lurching cock. She stared with fascination at the big, hard prick she was clutching in her hand. The rubbery, hard shaft throbbed in her clenched fingers. The big, shining cock-head looked like it was ready to explode as she felt the blood surging through the distended veins just beneath the tight skin.

Leaning over, she darted her tongue against the hole at the top of his big, angry-looking glans, the hole that would soon be squirting cum into her eager mouth.

Holding the stiff shaft in her hand, she began licking it as if it were an ice cream cone. She could feel Charlie lurching beneath her as she gently bathed his cock with her hot spit.