J Bradley - Mom going down

"Ah! Ah!" Jim croaked. "God, what a cocksucker!"

"Mmm," Vicky moaned.

Her tongue slurped out and licked around the crimson head, and then she sucked the velvety, slippery glans back into her mouth like a big grape.

Jim twisted his hips and moved his ass on the counter. His knees squeezed against Vicky's sides more strongly. He put one hand on the back of her head until she brushed it away, and then he fondled both her full, firm tits, reaching inside the top of the blouse to get at them.

Vicky slipped her mouth from his cock a moment. "Unbutton my blouse!" she gasped. "Take my tits out, and I'll let you fuck them!"

"Ohhhh, you'd better hurry, Monica! You'd better stop sucking my prick like that if you want me to fuck them and then your cunt too!"

"You mean you can't hold it?" Vicky questioned. "Christ! What's the matter with kids these days! When will they be men enough to hold their jism in their balls!"

"I-I can hold it, Monica," Jim gasped, his face red and filled with lust. "Anyway, if I don't… well, I'm good for more than one! My cock won't go soft on you, I promise!"

Vicky pushed her chest toward him. He fumbled with her buttons. She finally had to undo them herself. Her tits spilled free, jutting forward, the nipples big and full and stiff.

She licked at his prick again, her tongue lapping up the bottom side of the shaft and twirling around the swollen tip. Jim bucked and groaned and pulled her tits, thumbing the nipples stiff and rubbery.

"Suck my tits!" Vicky moaned, standing erect.

Jim was eager. He seemed to be over the shock of the unexpected fuck. He cupped her tit and dipped his head and drew the end of it deeply between his lips, flicking the nipple with his darting tongue.

"Ohhhh, that's good," Vicky moaned. "That's good for a kid. I hope you can suck my cunt as well as you're sucking my tits!"

"Yes, yes!" Jim groaned.

His cock throbbed heatedly, standing stiffly between them. Vicky wrapped her arm around his hips. She held his flaming shaft with her other hand and jacked it off some more and pushed her tit deeper into his mouth, swinging her hips and ass with growing passion as she did.

Monica felt the dampness soaking through her panties into her pussy-cupping palm. She sucked in her breath and thrust her hand inside her panties and hardly felt the itchiness any more. She slid the tip of her finger up and down her sensitive gap and rolled her clit to straining stiffness and watched for all she was worth.

Vicky turned slightly when she pushed Jim's head from her tits. The whole area between the thrusting cones was wet and shiny from his licking and mouthing.

She cupped her tits in her hands. She aimed them at him. She shivered slightly and lowered her chest.

"Fuck my tits with that big prick!" she gasped.

Jim angled his cock. Vicky wrapped her fleshy tits around the solid meat and pushed inward with her hands. Then she made her cones work up and down the hard cock while she dipped and rose slightly.

"Ahhhh!" Jim moaned. "God, that's great!"

"Haven't you ever fucked tits before?"

"No! Man, wait'll Mavis hears about this! She's got big soft bags, and she loves to have me suck on them and play with them. This'll blow her mind!"

"Look," Vicky said heatedly, glancing down.

"Watch your cock nose out between them!"

"Yeah! Man! Ohhh, Christ…" he gasped suddenly.

His face went slack. His hips bucked. His prick throbbed wildly between the firm cones wrapped so silkily around his shaft.

Vicky looked at him. "Hold it!" she cried. "Don't come between my tits! Jim, you hold it!"

"I – ohhhh, I can't!"

"Don't waste it!"

"I'm coming! Christ, I'm coming! God, am I coming! Right between your tits! All over your chest! Yaaagh!"

His balls pumped. Jism hosed up out of the crack between her compressed tits. It flowed over her chest and neck and ran back down the slopes of her breasts. It clung to the rubbery, red nipples before sliding off them and falling into his lap in sticky wads.

"Ohhh, Christ!" he gasped again. He looked sheepish and a little frightened of what she would say. "I'm sorry, Monica. I couldn't hold it!"

Vicky took her tits away. She looked down at the mess on her chest. Monica looked at it too, glistening there, shiny and white and lewd. Her hand swirled over her cunt and made quick heat shoot through her body in pulses of fire.

"What a mess," Vicky said.

Her voice was strange. It was a remark of irritation, but she didn't look or sound irritated at all. She put her hands over her tits and rubbed them around.

They slid over the slippery, cum-coated surfaces. She massaged her tits and chest as if rubbing rich cream into her skin. She tipped her head back slightly and moaned, and Jim stared with awe, his prick as good as his word. It throbbed stiffly, without the slightest sign of wilt.

"Get down from there, Jim," she said heatedly.

He slid to the floor quickly, eager to do whatever she ordered him to. His prick jutted toward her. Vicky looked down at it. She went against him, shoving her wet tits against his shirt front. She lifted the hem of her skirt, and Monica saw her bald cunt open.

"Fuck that hard prick up my cunt, Jim!" Vicky gasped.

She stood on her tiptoes. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She lifted one foot from the floor and made her cunt suck wide open. Jim reached around her and held her ass in his palms. He probed forward with his prick, and the wet head slid all over her naked twat until it snaked between her tight, puffy cuntlips and sank into her gaping, sucking hole.

"Oh, Christ!" he cried weakly, quivering.

"Don't you fade out on me now, damn it," Vicky warned.

"I won't! I won't!"

"Then fuck me! Fuck that big prick right up my hot cunt and make me come!"

"Yes! Yes!"

He jabbed forward. He pulled with his hands. His prick shot up her wet, slippery cunt hole, and they both moaned with bliss.

Monica's finger fucked up into her own drooling pussy. Her thumb rolled over her clit. Jim couldn't see Vicky's cunt because of the way the skirt was draped over their fucking organs, but Monica could see it clearly.

Better than that, she could nearly feel that hard prick up her own pussy. Watching Vicky being fucked was nearly like being fucked herself. She twirled her finger in her cunt to make the sensation even more real.

"Ahhhgh!" Jim cried breathily. "What a hot cunt! So wet! So – God, it's alive! It's sucking my prick all the way up it!"

"Mmmm, nice prick-stiff and throbbing," Vicky moaned, rolling her hips and ass.

She pumped slowly back and forth against his middle. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. She pushed the points of her wet, cum-slippery tits against his chest.

She shook her ass quickly and then made slow, grinding fucking motions with her hips, sucking her cunt up and down his stretching, thudding prick.

"Monica, I…" Jim gasped.

Her eyes popped open. "Not again, damn it!"

"It'll stay stiff! I swear it will! God, you're the best, hottest fuck I've ever had, Monica! I can't help it!"

"Damn kid – be a man! Hold it!"

"Then stop sucking your pussy up and down my prick that way!" he whimpered. "Christ, I've never been fucked like that in my life! Mavis' pussy – it's just there, you know? Soft and wet and hot. You pump your prick in and out of it. It feels good, and you come up her. But yours…"

"Yes? What about my pussy? Tell me what my pussy's like to fuck, Jim. Tell me!"

She panted shallowly. She moved her thigh up and down, the side of his, looking as if he were a pole she was trying to shinny up. Her cunt mouth sucked in and pushed out around his throbbing shaft, and it made sharp wet sounds in the glossy-walled kitchen.

"It-it's like a sucking mouth!" he gasped. "It moves! It squeezes and sucks in, and the whole length of it milks my prick like a glove of oiled silk!"