Kevin Sellers: Mom wants more

Sensing the eruption that was surging through his shuddering body, Gwen sucked more fiercely than ever, intent now on repaying Daryl's favor fully.

"Yeah, gorgeous, suck – oh, you beautiful bitch! That's it, now. Yeahhh!"

He wrenched up suddenly, his cock exploding in Gwen's mouth.

"Muuufff…" She gulped greedily as he spasmed up in a wrenching motion that drive his prick to its hilt down her throat. The first blast of cock-cream flooded her mouth to overflowing, quickly followed by a second and a third. Hot spurts of cum streamed down her throat, and she found herself sucking hungrily for more until the last drop of jism had been drained from his magnificent prick.

At last, satisfied and smiling with a sheer boldness that was totally unlike her, she raised her head and smiled. "It that what you meant by getting to know each other better?"

Daryl laughed, overjoyed at her sudden change in attitude. "I think we can safely say we're making progress. God, has anyone ever told you that you give the best head in the country?"

Giving his prickhead one last luxurious kiss, she rose and began to adjust her clothing, feeling impishly free and happy. "As a matter of fact, you happen to be the first. But then, I do try to keep it a secret, you know."

He laughed again, then gave her a final crushing kiss before she climbed out of the car and turned to say goodbye.

"That makes me wonder what other secrets you've been keeping," he say slyly, winking at her. "How about tomorrow night? Maybe we can make a few more discoveries – or at least have some fun trying."

Gwen nodded without thinking. "All right. But don't get the idea I do this kind of thing all the time. By tomorrow night I expect to be back to normal. So there."

She playfully stuck out her tongue and Daryl grinned widely.

"We'll see," he said, without a hint of concern. "But I suspect that you may be the one in for a surprise."

As he pulled away and she walked a bit unsteadily up the front walk, Gwen had to admit that he was right. He had only just begun. And from the churning deep in her cunt, the best was yet to come.

As she entered the house, Janie Harper appeared from the den, sleepily rubbing her eyes. "Oh, hi, Mrs. King. How was your date?"

"It was fine," Gwen answered, hoping she didn't look too disheveled and flushed. "How about you kids? I hope Troy didn't give you much trouble, after the mood he was in when I left."

"Oh no, he wasn't any trouble at all." A mysterious little smile flickered over Janie's lips. "In fact, he went to bed early. I guess he was extra tired for some reason. I fell asleep watching TV myself."

"Well, I'm glad everything went smoothly," Gwen said, fishing into her purse and handing the girl her babysitting fee.

Oddly, Janie hesitated in accepting it. "I really hate to take your money just for coming over, Mrs. King. I'd do that anyway for free, if you want me to."

"Now, I won't hear of it," Gwen stated, pushing the money into her hand. "I'm sure you earned it, dear. Oh, and would it be too much trouble for you to drop by tomorrow night too? I have another date, and…"

"Oh sure, I don't mind a bit!" the teenager broke in without hesitation, her smile widening. "Well, I've got to go now. See you tomorrow, Mrs. King!"

Janie scooted for the front door and was gone. Relieved that her rumpled appearance hadn't been noticed, Gwen shut off the lights and went upstairs.

A cool refreshing shower helped to ease the frantic ache in her cunt that Daryl had started, and, by the time she dried herself off and slipped into her nightgown, it had diminished into a dull empty feeling that was just bearable.

As she sat before her vanity, brushing out her long brunette hair, the sharp memory of his big cum-bloated prick had her pussy tingling all over again. As if Daryl had tapped a long-hidden reservoir, she could feel fresh wetness oozing between her thighs, making her squirm. God, what she'd give to have him here right now to jam that teasing cock of his up inside her!

Shuddering at the thought, she squeezed her legs together hard, making her cunt ache even worse. It had been too damned many years since she'd let herself really get good and horny, and now she couldn't turn it off.

With a frustrated a sigh, she set her hairbrush down and untied the bow between her breasts, letting the flimsy sheer material of her nightgown fall open.

Gwen stared at the twin creamy mounds of her tits that jiggled in the reflection of the mirror. Her tits were punctuated by the pink erect spires of her nipples. After a moment's consideration, she cupped her tits, flicking her thumbs over the taut inch long buds and remembering how it had felt to have them sucked and tortured again after all these years.

"Mmmmmm…" she groaned, thumbs rolling harshly over her nipples until they strummed with life. Then her hands slipped down over a smooth flat stomach and past her navel toward her pussy.

Leaning back, Gwen gave a little groan as her fingers pushed through the thick, glossy dark curls of her cunt to her wet-lipped pussy. On impulse, she adjusted the mirror so that it gave a perfect view of her lush glistening cunt.

Staring hypnotically at her reflection, she watched with a surge of wicked delight as her fingers dipped across her puffy slick cuntlips and pried them apart, showing off her pussy in all its glory.

If she hadn't cut their date short and left, Daryl's cock might at this very moment be filling her pink wet hole with his prick, stabbing in and out with unmerciful abandon and making her come again and again.

"Ahhh…" she moaned, slipping one finger over the stiff hooded bud of her clit and letting it sink knuckle-deep into her aching cunthole. It felt so good to have a finger inside her that in a moment she was squirming, pushing it deeper and… There was a tap on the door. "Mom? You awake?"

Groaning, Gwen plucked her finger wetly free. "Yes, dear. Just a minute."

Hastily she pulled her nightgown closed and was retying the single bow when the door cracked open and Troy peered in, blinking.

"Hi, Mom. I thought I heard you come in."

"I-I'm sorry, darling," she gasped, flustered. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Oh, that's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway. Can I come in?"

A quick glance in the mirror displayed the lust on her face, and she tried to hide it with a smile.

"Of course you can, darling. Did you have a nice time tonight?"

"It was all right." Troy stepped inside and shut the door, then frowned. There was a faint familiar scent in the air, and it took him a moment to recognize it.

Then he stared at his mother, remembering. It was the same aroma that had drifted up from Janie's pussy when she was really hot, that sweet tangy smell of cuntjuice.

But now it was coming from his mom!

Catching his stare, Gwen rose and went to the bed, taking that moment to sweep the telltale wrinkles from the front of her gown. Then she slid under the sheet and patted a spot beside her. "Now cone here and tell me all about your evening."

Troy, overcoming his initial surprise, sat down on the edge of the bed, the scent of pussy grew almost overpowering. He observed his mother in a strange new way as he blurted out the reason for his visit. "What I really wanted to tell you was well, I'm sorry I got mad today, that's all."

His sincerity gave her a warm glow of appreciation. She patted his bare leg, letting her hand linger there. In just his underwear, Troy was a reminder of the reason she'd started dating again in the first place. His slim athletic body was the perfect mixture of man and boy, broad-shouldered and muscular, with hard thighs and a bulging young crotch that made her blush slightly as she tried to ignore the man-sized cock she knew lurked there. "I understand, honey. We all go through bad moods like that. I'm just glad you're not mad anymore." Without realizing it, she began to stroke his leg. "Besides, to be honest I think I know what's bothering you. You wish we'd spend more time together, don't you? I've been neglectful lately, not paying enough attention to you. That's it, isn't it?"