Ray Todd: Naughty like mom

"Oh, sweet baby," she sobbed, writhing her bottom against his thrusting cock. "I'm coming, baby! Oh, God, how I'm coming! Comiiinnnggg! Commiiinnnggg!"

As the orgasm began to engulf her, she could feel Lance's hot semen squirting into her throbbing guts.

Collapsing over the seat, she was dimly aware of the thick torrent of cum that was oozing out of her cunt and dribbling down her leg.

"I hope you won't regret this," Lance said later as he was driving her home.

"Don't worry," she giggled. "From now on life is gonna be one big fuck-a-thon for us."

From that night on, life was never the same for Robin and Lance. It was nothing but sex and more sex, and their inventive minds were continually dreaming up new positions and ways of reaching orgasms. Little Robin couldn't think of anything but sex and she spent every free moment with Lance and his magic cock. She now fully understood her mother's wild desire for sexual satisfaction, but the one thing that really bothered Robin was the fear of Bob finding out about her mother. She certainly didn't want him to leave them.

One thing Robin didn't know was that Bob was fully aware of his wife's infidelities. Bob had been very pleased when he learned that Charlie Crawford was out of town for several weeks. It was at least postponing any torrid romance that might have developed if he'd remained in town.

Diane's thoughts were certainly different. She couldn't seem to get that afternoon with him out of her mind. As the days passed, Diane was once again getting horny for a big, hard cock.

Sitting in the living room with her husband one evening, her hot pussy was itching with desire, but not for Bob. Watching him, she realized, in a strange way, she was very fond of him and she was very much aware that he was a fine husband as well as a good father to Robin. With all his fine characteristics, why was he so completely hopeless in bed?

"Would you care for a drink, Bob," she asked, her nerves almost at the breaking point.

"That sounds good," he smiled.

Walking into the kitchen to fix the drinks, Diane could feel the wet lips of her itching slit rubbing together. She felt so fucking horny and there was no relief in sight.

Returning with the drinks, she sat next to her husband on the sofa. How she wished that she were having cocktails with Charlie Crawford. Diane was practically gulping her drink as she sat thinking about Charlie's big, talented cock. She could almost feel it slithering in and out of her excited pussy when she recalled bow tenderly he had handled her.

"Another drink?" she asked when she'd drained her glass.

"Not yet," he smiled, holding up his full glass.

"I do," she said, going back to the kitchen.

Bob stared longingly at her smooth, bare legs as she moved across the room. God, how he'd love to ram his cock up into that juicy hole between them.

Instead of the drinks numbing her sexual desires, as she had hoped they would, it was just the opposite. By the time she'd belted down four drinks, she felt hornier than she ever had in her life. Her hot, wet pussy was burning and itching with desire, making it almost impossible to concentrate on the conversation. All she could think about was Charlie's big, gentle hands caressing and stimulating her body as only he could. How she wished her soft body was being held against his hard, naked flesh while she stroked his magnificent cock.

"What are you thinking about?" her husband's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Not much," she answered after a short pause. "Why?"

"You seemed so far away."

"Not really," Diane laughed. "I'm right here with my sweet husband."

Without warning, Bob took her in his arms and covered her mouth with his. Holding her, his hand moved against the soft, bare flesh of her inner thighs. Being in the super horny mood she was in, Diane instinctively reached down and grasped his crotch.

Feeling the hard lump of male cock in his pants sent a delicious tremor through her excited body. In the horny state she was in, Diane no longer cared whether or not it was Bob's prick. At least it was a hard cock.

Nearly drunk and filled with lust, she excitedly tore at his zipper and fly, eager to release the throbbing hunk of hard, swollen meat. Bob had a large cock, and as Diane gently stroked the stiff shaft, she wondered why it never seemed to satisfy her. It was every bit as large as Charlie's, but her husband just didn't know how to use it. She had often tried to encourage and teach him the things that really counted in sex, but she had never really been able to get through to him.

But right now, in her present state of horniness and intoxication, she needed any cock, and Bob's was hard and available.

"God, honey," she whispered as her soft hand slid his foreskin up and down over his blood-engorged cock-head. "Your cock feels so fuckin' good tonight."

"Darling," he suggested in a trembling voice. "Would you like to go upstairs and go to bed."

God, would she like it. But why did he ask her in such a formal way? Why didn't he just tear her clothes off and bang the hell out of her right there on the couch? God how she craved for some excitement in their sex lives, but she had learned not to expect it from dear, sweet Bob.

"Yes, honey," she finally answered. "I'd love to go to bed."

After turning the lights out, they walked up the stairs, Diane gently stroking the stiff cock that was thrusting out from his fly.

"Oh, baby," she whispered, loosening his belt when they entered the bedroom, "are we gonna have fun tonight."

"God, I love you," he sighed when his trousers and shorts dropped around his ankles.

"And I love you," she whispered as she unbuttoned his shirt, "but tonight we're gonna be naughty."

"That's what I want," he laughed.

"Yes, we are," she continued, hoping to arouse him with words. "We're gonna do naughty things to each other like putting your cock in my mouth and lickin' my pussy with your sweet tongue and squirting my cunt full of hot love juice."

When he was naked, Diane quickly removed her blouse and shorts, and sensually crawled on the bed.

"Come on, baby," she giggled, opening her naked thighs, lewdly exposing her juice-drenched slit. "Here's my fuckhole, honey. And it's all yours. Now do something wicked to it."

"Don't worry, honey," he smiled, turning toward the bathroom. "Will you excuse me for a moment?"

Diane almost blew up in a rage when she heard him turn on the shower, but she should have expected it. Not once during their marriage had he failed to shower and powder himself before they fucked. Just once she would like to have him come to her sweaty, his cock smelling a little rancid, and attack her like a fucking animal.

In her intense state of sexual excitement, it seemed like hours before he finally returned from the bathroom, reeking of powder and cologne. Diane was a disappointed that his cock had lost its stiffness.

He hurried across the room and threw himself onto the bed, taking her soft, warm body into his anus.

Reaching down and taking his limp prick between her fingers, she though what a pathetically small prick it was when it wasn't erect. If always amazed Diane that something so soft and small could turn into a beautiful, big, throbbing cock when it was excited.

"Come on," she teased. "What happened to that big hard prick that walked up the stairs with me?"

"The shower temporarily cooled him off," he smiled, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"I'll bet I can wake him up," she giggled, lowering her face toward his groin. She slid his cock into her mouth, his penis resting limply against her moist tongue. With all of the flaccid prick locked in her mouth by her soft lips, she began running her tongue over it, licking it from every angle and paying special attention to the sensitive spots that she'd found on three previous husbands and countless lovers.