C Ralston - Donny_s hot mother

It had been years since Laurel had experienced the bull-like, all-out rutting of a turned-on teenage boy. The hot pounding in her juicy cunt soon had her blood racing as fast as it had been last night with Donny and Marsha.

"Mmmmmmm, yesssssss!" Laurel suddenly growled, giving herself totally to the heady sensation of being slammingly, mercilessly fucked. "Do it that way. Stuff me full of it. Hammer that big cock into me, baby!"

The tall blonde whipped her slender legs around the boy's jerking ass and rode up on his pile-driving cock. Laurel whimpered with lust as the long prick crammed itself into her even deeper and tighter. She threw her arms around the young pool cleaner's shoulders and mashed her big tits against his lightly furred chest as he fucked her.

Jerry grunted and threw more of his weight down onto Laurel's eager body. The insistent slap of his nuts against the woman voluptuous ass became louder and quicker as he drilled his cock into her with ever-increasing speed. The boy's handsome features grew contorted with lust as he felt Laurel's clingy wetness close even more tightly around his dick. Each rapid stroke felt better and better, and the boy could not help but increase his pace.

"Oh, oh, fuck, lady, are you ever balling me!" Jerry groaned into Laurel's ear. "Holy shit, can you ever move."

It was true. The lovely blonde was throwing her pussy up to meet each thrust. Laurel was moaning and mewing with lust, wriggling her cunt upward with complete abandon toward the steel-like cock.

"Gonna… gonna…shoot, baby!" the boy gasped, his breath becoming ragged and quick as his thrusts.

Laurel reached down and gripped the youngster's balls lightly. She felt the balls throbbing, ready to pump their hot treasure up the lad's furiously pounding cock and deep into her pussy. The very thought of all that rich, burning teenage come spattering up into her made Laurel tremble near orgasm. The first splash of the molten jizz in her pussy would send the groaning, fiercely hunching blonde spiraling over the top. She knew it already.

And then it happened. The back curtain on the sliding glass door ported and Laurel saw Donny peering disgustedly out at her.

The trapped divorcee wanted to scream, to tell the grunting, sweating teenager atop her to pull his prick out, to go away. But it was too late now.

Jerry gripped Laurel's shoulders hard and rammed his cock deep inside her, his pelvis crushing up against hers, his cock head bottoming against her cervix. A low, almost painful groan escaped the boy's clenched lips.

"Uggghhhhhhh!" the youngster growled in Laurel's ear as the first boiling jets of his come rocketed into the depths of her cunt.

Laurel didn't want to come in front of Donny. She didn't want him to see her getting off with another boy's jizz pumping furiously into her, but the sensation was overpowering and, somehow she reluctantly admitted to herself, knowing that Donny was seeing her twisting and moaning through her orgasm made it even more intense in some kinky way!

"Unnnnnnnnng!" Laurel gurgled as the heavenly clasping began around the boy's prick inside her. "Oh, God, it's happening. I'm fucking coming! Oh, screw me. Screw me hard, baby. Fill me with creeeeeeeam!"

Jerry's eyes went wild with lust and he rutted his spurting cock in and out of the frantic woman's clenching cunt with sheer animal fury. Laurel whined and held tight as the searing jizz spilled into her and her own burning juices flowed up out of her hotly working pussy.

The blinding orgasm raged on and on. Laurel couldn't believe how much come the boy had stored in his jerking cock. The white jelly pumped into her until it back-washed out of Laurel's clamping pussy lips and dribbled down her thighs.

"Unnnnngh! Oh, God, baby, give it to meeeee!" the panting woman whined as a final thrilling spurt of come puddled into her still-throbbing cunt.

"You got it, lady," the boy sighed, going to dead weight atop her, his prick beginning to soften inside her. "You got every last fuckin' drop."

They lay still for long moments, until the boy's bulk was uncomfortable, sprawled out on the reclining blonde. She shifted beneath him and the boy got the hint and slid off. He sat next to her on the chaise, his once-proud cock now spent and limp with drying come.

Laurel looked at the house. Donny was gone. A surge of shame and excitement washed through her as she relived her shattering climax, as she remembered Donny's eyes riveted on her lush, trembling body.

The pool cleaning kid's drained prick beckoned to her. Laurel found herself slightly horny already, just thinking about all the come the boy had spewed up into her. She wondered if older boys could get up as fast as her Donny.

Why not? Laurel asked herself. The damage was already done now. Donny had already seen her fucking this other boy. The kid had already shot one huge wad up into her. Why not indulge herself if she felt like it?

"Let's just see, good lookin'," Laurel whispered to the boy, leaning over near his depleted prick. "Let's just see if I really DID get every drop."

The gorgeous blonde opened her mouth and sucked all of the boy's flaccid prick into her warm lips. Her tongue ran up and down the spongy tube like an agile, tickling lizard.

"G-God, lady!" the surprised teenager gasped.

Jerry sat back on the chaise to watch the lovely, shameless blonde eat his soft cock. He watched in awe as she licked him clean and gulped down his sticky come, his prick beginning to stir in her mouth as she nursed at him.

Laurel was in heaven. The kid's spunk was delicious. She worked her lips up and down the hardening prick faster and faster. She wanted a mouthful of the gooey, hot stuff, and she knew that this good-looking, easy-going kid was going to give it to her. She tightened the "O" of her suctioning lips and licked frantically at the pulsing tip.

It wasn't until the clock above the kitchen stove read eight o'clock that Laurel became worried. When it eventually read eight-thirty, then nine, and there was still no word from Donny, the voluptuous divorcee began to panic. It was completely dark outside now and the streetlights were on.

Laurel threw on a sweater and went outside. She paced up and down the street, looking for the boy at the playground and in the Dawsons' front yard. No Donny.

At nine-thirty, Laurel called all of Donny's friends she could remember. Still no trace of him. She got in the car and began driving. Up and down every neighboring street, in an ever-widening circle, Laurel guided her big station wagon.

A sinking feeling in her heart, the worried mother told herself: "Two more blocks. If I don't find him in two more blocks of driving, I'm going back to the house and call the police!"

As she rounded the corner of the last block she had alloted herself, Laurel's headlights picked up a flash of white. It was a boy's white tee shirt – the kind Donny wore constantly in the spring and summer – she was sure, but now it was gone.

Instinctively, Laurel crammed the big car into reverse and hit the gas. The wagon lurched backward suddenly, its lights catching the skulking figure behind the tree in their revealing glare just as the boy jumped backward for cover.

Laurel shoved the wagon into park and got out, mad as hell. The tall, statuesque blonde looked like an Amazon warrior maiden as she stomped angrily across the darkened suburban street toward the cowering boy.

"And just what in the hell do you think you're doing?" Laurel shouted as she got near her back-pedaling son.

"I… uh… thought I'd take a walk," Donny began defensively, still backing up. His eyes suddenly flashed defiantly.

"I didn't think you'd notice, Mama. I thought you'd be busy fucking all night – I…"