Ray Todd: Naughty like mom

Eighteen-year-old Robin was sitting cross-legged on the floor watching her mother setting out the last of the hors d'oeuvres. Dressed in jeans and T-shirt, Robin's blonde hair streamed down her back. She was waiting for her boy friend, Lance Woodward, who was taking her to a movie. The girl admired her mothers vibrant beauty, although she sometimes felt she wore too much make up, and dresses that were more revealing than they should be. Her mother was a fantastic-looking woman in her mid-thirties with deep auburn hair and a lush figure that deserved to be displayed, yet Robin felt the short cocktail dress she was wearing showed a bit too much of her smooth thighs.

"Are you having a large party tonight?" the girl asked.

"Not really, honey. Just a few couples. What are you doing this evening?"

"Going to the drive-in with Lance," Robin replied.

"You won't stay out too late," her mother smiled. "I worry, when you're in a car."

"Don't worry, Mom," she laughed. "I'll be home early."

Watching her mother, Robin could easily understand why her step-father had married her. She had a vitality and a dazzling beauty that set her apart from most women. The contrast of her mother's long auburn hair against her white skin was almost breathtaking.

Robin was happy her mother had married Bob Clayton. He was a quiet man, and a real gentleman. During the two years that Bob and her mother had been married, he had been exceptionally kind and considerate to Robin, never excluding her from their lives.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Lance's horn, and after a quick good-bye to her mother, she dashed through the door.

"Hi, honey," the big, dark-haired boy smiled.

"Hi, Lance," she smiled, settling into the seat. Sitting close to him, she rested her hand on his thigh as she habitually did when they were in the car.

Later, as she lay back in his arms watching the movie, she could feel his hand against her bate flesh as he slipped it up under her T-shirt. She knew exactly what was going to happen next, but it always thrilled her. First he would fondle her breasts, and then, when she was built up to a wild pitch, Robin would always take his cock out and masturbate him. That was their ritual at the drive-in for a long time, and though they never had intercourse, they seemed perfectly satisfied with the arrangement. Naturally there were times when Lance had became overly excited and begged her to let him fuck her, but she had always refrained. Robin would have loved to have his hard cock in her pussy, but she was reluctant to give up her virginity.

"Gee that feels good," she whispered, feeling his hand cupping her bra-less boobs under the T-shirt.

Rolling the soft tit in his hand, Lance gently squeezed her nipple between thumb and forefinger, feeling it beginning to sprout in response. The size and hardness of her nipples when she was excited always turned him on.

"Not too hard," she whispered, darting her little tongue against his ear lobe. She could feel her buds expanding, little electric thrills shooting through her as he lightly nipped and squeezed her sensitive flesh. Rubbing her hand over his crotch, Robin could feel his cock throbbing through his pants.

Releasing her nipples, Lance raised her T-shirt, exposing her firm breasts. Her tittie buds were cherry-hard and the swollen areolas around them were covered with exciting little goose bumps.

Holding her breath, she watched him move down until his warm lips slipped around one of her swollen nipples.

"Oooooh, honey," she whispered, feeling her soft, excited flesh being sucked into his hot, wet mouth.

Lance's tongue moved across the firm bud, teasing it from side to side for a few moments and then, parting his lips, he sucked more of her breast into his mouth, playfully nipping into the flesh.

"Oh, honey," she sobbed, her hands frantically trying to lower the zipper on his fly. "It feels so good."

"Did you like that?" he whispered a few minutes later when he removed his mouth from the saliva-drenched breast.

"God, yes," she mewled, reaching through the boy's open fly, desperately grasping for his hard tool. "Now do it to the other one."

Opening his mouth again, he wolfed down on the other tit, causing Robin to squeal with delight. While his tongue went to work on this breast, her hand emerged from his fly, his stiff cock clenched in her fist.

"Oh, God," she whispered, "your cock feels so big and hard."

Her eyes glistening with excitement, she stared down at the beautiful cock she was holding. Gently squeezing it, she felt the stiff organ lurching and throbbing in her hand. Robin really loved to feel the foreskin sliding on the shaft while she moved her hand slowly up and down the organ.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered into his ear.

"Jesus, yes," Lance gasped, removing his mouth from her breast and throwing his head against the back of the seat.

Quickly pulling Lance's pants further down, Robin cupped his balls in one hand as she continued masturbating him with the other. She loved the sight of his pubic hair.

Moving her hand more rapidly, she felt his cock throbbing, steadily getting thicker and harder.

"Is that jizz?" she suddenly asked, seeing a drop of liquid seeping out of the little hole in the top of his big shiny cock-head.

"No," he gasped, writhing in the seat. "Not yet."

Touching the little drop of secretion with her finger, she spread the slippery fluid around his glans. It was exciting how his cock responded to her finger as she spread the silky-smooth fluid on his sensitive flesh. Seeing more of the secretion seeping from the hole, she began spreading the seminal lubrication all over his cock.

"Oh Christ," he moaned, feeling her hand sliding rapidly up and down his slippery shaft. "Don't stop, honey, don't stop!"

Realizing that he was ready to come, she quickly dug into her purse for a tissue. The first time she'd ever jacked him off, he'd shot his load all over her sweater.

"Are you close?" she gasped, clutching the tissue in her free hand.

"God, yes, honey," he stammered. "I'm almost there! Keep pumpin', baby, keep pumpin'!"

Trembling with excitement, she watched his cock swelling bigger and bigger inside her wildly pumping fist.

"Pump, baby, pump!" he screamed. "Bring me off, baby! That's it! That's it!"

Impulsively, Robin leaned toward his cock, completely fascinated by the lurching organ. Then she felt Lance's strong hands pressing her head down.

"Open your mouth," he shouted in a hysterical voice. "Take it in your mouth, honey! Open your mouth!"

Completely shocked by his sudden violence, she tried frantically to sit up.

"Open your Goddamned mouth," he screamed, trying to force her face over his cock-head.

His trembling legs suddenly stiffened and shot out in front of him as a thick stream of white, hot turn gushed out of his lust-bloated glans. It caught her completely by surprise. The semen squirted all over Robin's face. Hitting her cheek, it dribbled over her closed mouth. Robin fought to free herself, but the next spurt hit her square on her lips. Struggling to lift her face, she could feel squirt after squirt of the thick fluid shooting out of the crazed boy's cock. It was drenching her hair, filling her eyes, completely saturating her face.

When Lance collapsed against the seat, Robin tore herself free and began to clean her face with the tissue.

"What the hell were you trying to do?" she sobbed, blotting her face with the soggy tissue.

He didn't reply.

"Answer me!" she screamed.

"I wanted to come in your mouth," he gasped, still trembling from his wild climax.

"You filthy bastard," she sobbed, still trying to sop up the mess.