Ron Evans - Mom_s always horny

Tom held her head still with both hands and fucked his bloated cock pole up into her mouth. Olive made low, gurgling sounds as he fucked her face savagely, sounds that betrayed her avid enjoyment of what he was doing to her.

"Aahhh, here I cum, you little bitch!" Tom shouted. "Oohhhhh, here I cum right down your throat, whore!"

Flora watched Olive's throat start to work briskly as she tried to swallow the jism that Tom was suddenly pumping into her greedy little mouth. Some of his cum leaked out between her lips and slobbered down her chin onto Tom's hairy crotch.

When he finally stopped gushing, Olive pulled her mouth off his cock and hugged his still-hard prick shaft between her billowing tits, laying his cock in the deep valley and pressing her sweaty tits bawd from each side. She rocked her shoulders back and forth, rubbing his greasy cock meat against her cleavage, then took his prick in one hand and stroked his cock over her creamy tits like a paint brush, leaving thick, gooey trails of cum on her silky skin.

"Ohhh, lover," she cooed happily, rubbing his jism-covered cock head over her big, puffy nipples.

Flora reluctantly slipped her fingers out of her hot, unsatisfied pussy hole and pulled her panties up over her hips. For a moment, she leaned weakly against the wall, trying to catch her breath.

Then, for the second time in as many days, she quietly tiptoed away from a doorway, horny.

Later that same evening, Neil Lockwood was sitting in the living room watching TV when the doorbell rang.

Neil was a tall teenager, mature for his age and well muscled in a sinewy way, who was just beginning to become excited about girls. He was starting to notice them as something other than soft creatures with strange interests and peculiar habits, which was how he'd thought of them up till now.

So far, he'd been too unsure of himself to do anything about his feelings, but he felt sure that someday the opportunity would come his way.

Although he didn't know it when he answered the doorbell, that day had arrived.

"Oh, hi, Flora," he greeted her warmly. "C'mon in!"

He was always pleased to see Flora Enwright. He enjoyed her company and that of her son Joey. Lately, though, Joey had been taking more interest in his sister Heidi than in him. Flora looked a bit disappointed.

"Hello, Neil. Is your father home?"

"No, he had to go out right after dinner. And Heidi is on a date with Joey. So as your host, what would you like to drink?" Neil had always been proud of his manners.

"Huh, nothing thanks. Do you know where Tom is?"

"No, not exactly. He said something about meeting his secretary. He tried to make it sound like business, but you know what? Sometimes, I think there's something going on with those two!"

Flora seated herself on the edge of the couch and sighed. "I wouldn't be at all surprised," she said, sounding rather wistful.

Neil sat down next to her and said, "Flora, is anything, wrong? You seem sort of, well… troubled."

In fact, Flora had come over here tonight with the idea of seducing her big-cocked boss. Her son and Heidi had gone off on their date and were no doubt fucking around in the back seat of some car at this very moment.

Left alone in her house, Flora had had nothing else to do except think back to that wonderfully depraved scene in Tom's office this morning. And the more she thought about it, the hornier she got.

She'd come to Tom's house to get him to fuck her naughty little pussy, only to find that he was off somewhere stuffing his big prick up Olive's well-trained cunt hole.

Flora smiled at Neil and patted his hand. "No, dear. It's nothing you'd understand."

"Yeah, sure! That's what everyone tells me! You'll understand in a few years. Wait until you're a little older. What they really mean is that I should be seen and not heard!" He slumped back against the couch and scowled down at the floor.

"Why, Neil Lockwood!" Flora gasped, startled by his outburst. "I had no idea you thought that way!"

"Well, I do." Neil forced himself to stay calm although it was damned difficult. "I probably shouldn't have sounded off like that to you. You've been a lot less guilty than some others, and I apologize. But it is the way I feel sometimes."

Flora was staring at him steadily with a new look in her eyes. She suddenly realized that she was all dressed for a seduction.

She was wearing her shortest skirt, her tightest blouse, and no underwear at all. And now that she thought about it, Neil had been sneaking looks at her big, bouncy tits and her smooth, trim legs ever since she'd got here.

Well, she told herself, Tom might be gone, but his son is certainly here! After her wild night with key, she no longer had any illusions about young boys. Once turned on, it seemed, there was no stopping them. Bless their little hearts!

"I wish I could do something to make up for the way I talked to you before, Neil," she murmured, sliding closer to him on the couch. Her warm, fleshy thigh pressed against his hip. "Something that would make you feel better…"

"That's okay, Flora," he said, "you don't have to do anything to…"

Before he could finish, she leaned aver and kissed him. Neil was too surprised to resist. Besides, the stiff tips of her tits were pressing into his side, and they felt good. Then her wet little tongue wiggled into his mouth, and that felt even better.

He'd never been kissed this way before, but his tongue seemed to know what to do. Almost with a mind of its own, his tongue slid wetly over his and slithered into her mouth, licking and worming around.

Flora cooed into his mouth and cuddled closer to him.

Neil was painfully aware that his cock and balls were tingling and quivering and the crotch of his pants was swelling up into a huge bulge. Suddenly he wanted to throw her down onto the floor, push her skirt up over her head and fuck the shit out of her. That's what all the older boys at school were always bragging they did to their girlfriends, wasn't it? And he was as grown up as any of them, wasn't he?

The very idea made him squirm his tongue around faster in her mouth. Flora's tongue was now deep in his mouth, tickling and darting back and forth like a warm, slippery snake. She was halfway onto his lap, her soft, braless tits mashed against his chest.

"Why, Neil, you naughty man," she giggled when they broke for air. "You really are grownup, aren't you?"

Calling him a man was what did it. That and the feel of her gorgeous, cuddly body in his arms and the weight of her firm little ass on his lap. Completely aroused, he cupped one of her solid, fleshy tit mounds in his hand. He squeezed her tit tightly and Flora squealed merrily.

"Oh, yeah, sweetheart," she crooned. "Play with my tits. I really like that. It makes me all warm and sexy!"

She eased herself down onto her back on the couch, pulling him down with her. He was never sure which of them had unbuttoned her blouse, but suddenly it was gapping open and her pink, jiggly tit meat was fully exposed to his wide, admiring eyes. Her delicious reddish-brown nipples were swollen with excitement.

Neil reached down with both hands and lifted her warm, silken tits on his palms, thumbing her puffy nipple buds.

Flora's reaction was immediate and wantonly exciting. She squealed and, giggled and squirmed, then purred like a kitten, arching her back and thrusting her bloated tits up into his hands with whorish urgency.

"Kiss 'em, Neil," she pleaded. "Kiss 'em and suck on 'em! That really turns me on, darling!"

Too excited to refuse her anything, Neil leaned down over her jutting tit mounds and kissed the full-blown nipples. Flora whimpered blissfully and stroked her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. He flicked his tongue out and lashed it against the thick button of her tit-tip.