Ray Todd: Naughty like mom

Diane felt a cold, hard knot in her stomach. She had found the greatest cocksman in the world, and now, after a few short hours, she was losing him.

"Well," she laughed, trying not to show her disappointment, "it'll probably take six weeks for my battered little pussy to recuperate."

Driving home late that afternoon, Diane's thoughts turned to her friend, Arline. She should have felt guilty about having had an affair with her best friend's husband, yet she didn't. Diane recalled how often Arline had told her that she knew Charlie had plenty of women on his extended road trips, and that she didn't care as long as he always came back to her. Diane also wondered if Arline would be as charitable with her best friend as she was about some strange, faceless woman in a distant town. She didn't think Arline would be, and, anyhow, she had no intention of telling her friend that she'd spent the afternoon in a hotel room with her husband.

The afternoon passed slowly for Robin. Her thoughts were on her mother, who she knew was in a hotel worn with Charlie Crawford. She realized that her mother was a flirt and she was fully aware that Diane had lost her last two husbands through infidelity, but Robin had thought this marriage to Bob Clayton was different. Her present stepfather was a kind, handsome man, and Robin had thought her mother loved him very much. During the two years of marriage, her mother had seemed happy and contented.

Robin never knew her real father, but she had known three stepfathers in her brief life. All had been fine, prosperous men who had been attracted to her mother's beauty. None had been able to satisfy her mother's intense sex drive, but Robin had hoped and thought Bob would be a permanent fixture in her mother's life.

Her mother's earlier husbands had been fine men, but their devotion to her mother was so intense that they had tended to ignore Robin. She had always felt left out of their lives, and had spent long, lonely hours in the shadow of her mother.

Bob was different. He took a genuine interest in Robin and her activities. He made certain that she was included in most of the family activities, and had a sincere interest in her friends and school. It had been the first time Robin felt really wanted, and she didn't want it to be ruined by some oaf like Charlie Crawford.

Sitting on the bed, brushing her hair, Robin's thoughts kept returning to Lance Woodward. Since watching her mother's slavering mouth working on Charlie's big, hard shaft last night, she'd been eagerly anticipating the thrill of sucking Lance off this evening. The slurping sounds and the look of ecstasy on her mother's face as she sucked the juice out of Charlie's lurching prick had really turned Robin on. What she had previously thought as filmy, Robin was now eagerly anticipating. Remembering the slight taste of semen that she'd experienced last night, she was anxious to have a full load spewed into her mouth.

Thinking about it, her pussy was itching and burning with desire. Falling back on the bed, her long, blonde hair splaying over the pillow, Robin thrust her finger deep into her seething, hot cunt.

Thinking about Lance's hard cock that she was going to suck off tonight, her finger slithered up and down on her blood-hard clitoris. Writhing on her bed, she was rapidly approaching an intense climax. Imagining Lance's cock buried deep in her mouth, his hot semen spewing into her throat, Robin exploded into a nerve-shattering orgasm.

Robin was sitting in the living room, glancing through a magazine when her stepfather returned from his office.

"Hi, Bob," she beamed, happy to see him.

"How's my baby?" he smiled, bending over and lightly kissing her on the cheek.

When he left the room to wash, cold chills ran through her stomach at the thought of her mother losing him as she had her former husbands. This was one father Robin didn't want to lose. She hated that damned Charlie Crawford, who could easily destroy her life again.

"Where's your mother?" Bob asked, returning to the room.

"She went to the library," Robin lied.

"Did she say when she'd be home?"

Before she could answer, the door opened and her mother entered. Robin had never seen her mother look so radiantly beautiful. There was a glow in her eyes that was almost breathtaking and her beautiful auburn hair had never looked so lustrous.

"Hi, honey," she smiled, lightly brushing her lips against Bob's mouth. "I'm sorry I'm late."

"Did you have a nice afternoon?" he asked.

"Wonderful. Just wonderful," she beamed.

Robin couldn't believe the excitement that was radiating from her mother's glowing eyes, and for the first time she fully realized how much sexual satisfaction meant to her mother. She needed it as much as a junkie needed drugs.

The radiant expression on Diane's face didn't escape her husband's notice. He had often seen it in the past, and from the way she'd performed like a bitch in heat around Charlie Crawford last night, he was certain that she'd been spending the afternoon with him.

Later that evening, as Robin waited for Lance, she wondered if she would really be able to suck him off. She was filled with both repugnance and a wild desire. Only last night she had been outraged when he'd tried to get her to suck him off, and now, only twenty-four hours later, she was prepared to do it.

"If," Lance smiled later as she hopped into his car.

"Hi, honey," she beamed, brushing her hair back from her excited face.

"What do you want to do tonight?" he asked.

"I told you on the phone last night," she giggled. "I want to suck you off."

"Christ, Robin," he stammered. "I can't figure you out."

"Don't you want me to?" She pretended to pout.

"Shit, yes," Lance gasped. "But I don't understand your sudden change of attitude."

"Just shut up and drive out by the flyer," she giggled, rubbing his crotch. "I might change my mind."

Heading out the highway, they turned down a dirt road that led to a secluded river bank. When he'd turned off the engine and lights, the balmy night air was filled with the sound of frogs and chirping crickets.

"Isn't this peaceful," she sighed as they watched the reflection of the moon on the still water.

"God, yes," he smiled, feeling her hand creeping up his thigh toward his groin.

"Do you still want to be sucked off?" she whispered, trailing her fingers lightly over the throbbing bulge in his pants.

Feeling her fingers lowering his zipper, he slipped his hand under her T-shirt, cupping her resilient tit in his palm.

"Jeez, that's a hard prick," she giggled, drawing it out of his open fly. "It's never felt so big and hard before."

"It's the same cock," he gasped, his body trembling at the touch of her soft hands on the sensitive organ.

Staring at it with a newly-found fascination, Robin tenderly slid his thick, rubbery foreskin up and down over his big, purple cock-head. The tightly-stretched skin of his shaft felt like satin wrapped around a warm cylinder of steel. Lowering her face, a faint musky aroma reached her nostrils. It wasn't an unpleasant odor, but a strangely fascinating scent.

Holding his cock firmly in her hands, Robin's tongue moved out, lightly touching the head of the prick. The faint taste was similar to that of the semen she had reluctantly sampled last night. Excited by the taste, she began moving her wet tongue around and over the rubbery hard bulb of male flesh. The texture of his shiny glans excited her probing tongue. It felt delicious to slide her wet tongue over the rough goose bumps. Gaining more courage with each passing moment, Robin opened her mouth and slid her juicy lips over his slippery cock-head.

"Jesus Christ," Lance sobbed, feeling his cock slithering into her mouth.