Kevin Sellers - Hot mother next door

Frankly, Janice was afraid.

And the mast humiliating part of all – the thing that kept her from meeting his innocent gaze – was the fact that in a terrible, secret way, she hoped it would happen again.

"Well, I've got to go."

Mindy scooted from the table and paused just long enough to give her Mom a peck on the cheek, then headed for the back door.

"It's a double feature so I may be late. But don't worry – I'll be with Mr. and Mrs. Jenson the whole time."

"But not too late!" Janice called as the back door slammed shut.

At that moment Chad rose. "Me, too. I guess I'll go warm up the set."

Then he was gone, leaving her alone.

A few seconds later the t.v. came on, blaring raucously with some situation comedy.

Sighing again, Janice rose and cleared the table. It didn't take long to do the dishes, but even that simple chore seemed to last forever. There was no way to ignore the aching tingle deep in her cunt, the tingle that had begun that morning with the first cautious strokes of Chad's prick and had grown all through the day until it had become an unbearable, gnawing need.

She couldn't stand it any longer.

With the dishes finished, Janice strode into the living room.

Chad looked up from where he lay sprawled on the floor. "Want to watch the show with me, Mom?"

"No," she said hastily, hurrying past. "No, I think I'll just take a shower and go to bed early and finish that book I started. Don't stay up too late, dear."

Quickly, before he could argue her out of it, she dashed upstairs for the safety of the bathroom.

The moment she was alone with the door firmly shut behind her, Janice stripped off her blouse and bra and slacks, then squirmed out of her panties. They came away stickily, moist at the crotch from the unmotherly thoughts that had been plaguing her all day.

The memory of Chad's cock lunging into her pussy, his mouth fastened on her tits and his smooth, muscular body surging again and again all came sweeping back in a fresh blast of juicy hunger.

Hex pussy was melting in a furnace of heat. She stepped under the cool splashing spray of the shower not a moment too soon.

Cascading water rippled over her big tits, bringing their large nipples erect and quivering. She luxuriated in the spray as it helped to sooth the ache that had built up in her during the day. But, it wasn't quite soothing enough.

Stepping at last from the shower, Janice grabbed a big, fluffy towel and began to dry herself off. The tingle was still there and almost as intense as ever. Her whole body seemed to vibrate with a sexual sensitivity she hadn't known for a long time. As she rubbed the rough-soft towel across her hefty tits her enormous nipples strummed into soaring hard spires.

She couldn't help it. Without even thinking she rubbed the towel harder over her pendulous, wet tits, gasping as fresh bursts of cream oozed from her cunt.

Almost before she knew it, Janice had worked her nipples into taut, straining buttons of pleasure that throbbed deliciously with each leisurely stroke of the gliding towel.

As she moved the towel down across her stomach to the damp, glossy mound of her cunt, she knew what was going to happen. The ache had to be soothed – one way or another. After all the years of emptiness and holding back her own vitality until she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have a cock inside her, she had been brought back to life by her own son's stabbing prick!

It was too much for Janice to resist. The towel slid between her parted legs, right to the sopping core of her problems.

She groaned, pushing it deep into her pussy crevice to massage inflamed, pouting lips and rub against her hard, jutting clit. Tremors of delight surged through her and she began to move the towel back and forth with vigorous motions.

"Ohh, oh yesss!"

Janice purred in sheer, wicked bliss, massaging her creamy pussy into a frothing frenzy of sensation. The first little blasts of pleasure ripped up through her and she rubbed faster.

"Oh, oh that's… ahh, annhh!"

Suddenly she shuddered, her eyes fluttering with joy and her mind reeling with the image of Chad's stabbing cock. Drenched with hot wetness, she worked the towel to smother the wrenching spasms that tore from her.

She was poised in momentary completion with her legs spread and the towel bunched between them when the door flew open and Chad stood there, gaping.

"Chuhh – Chad!"

Rushed and breathing heavily, she focused on his surprised expression and jerked the wet towel up in a useless attempt to cover herself.

"Uh, sorry, Mom," he managed in a cracked tone. "The shower was off and I thought you were done."

It was obvious that he was lying. He'd probably been standing right outside the door waiting for just that moment. The realization seeped in slowly and Janice knew she ought to be furious.

But she wasn't. Trying to laugh the incident off, she pulled the towel up and gave a weak smile.

"Not quite, as you can see! And, and you could've knocked first, you know. It's embarrassing to be burst in on like that…"

"That's okay," he shrugged, making every attempt to appear absolutely innocent. "I'm not embarrassed. Anyway, I just wanted to take my shower before the show comes on. That's all right with you, isn't it?"

"That-that's not what I meant!"

Janice started in a scolding tone, but froze with hypnotized fascination as he began to undress.

She tried to stop what was happening, but her voice came out only in a gasp as Chad slipped out of his shirt and reached far his jeans. His slim, well-muscled body held her spellbound, bringing back all the memories of their morning experience.

As if totally unaware of her gaze, he wiggled out of his jeans.

When his cock popped into view, Janice's cunt creamed more furiously than ever. She blurted a little moan of juicing hunger, unable to hold it back.

Pretending to be completely ignorant of the effect he was having on his mom and the way she stared at his bare prick, Chad stepped out of his jeans entirely and stood before her, acting as natural as if he stood nude in front of his mother every day.

"It's okay with you, isn't it, Mom? I'm just kind of in a hurry."

Janice couldn't seem to make her mouth work. It had all happened too quickly. All she could do was feast on his prick as it dangled in front of her. Its base was covered with dark, spongy curls and his heavy balls hung in a soft, wrinkled pouch that made her palms itch to grasp it.

"It, it's perfectly all right, dear," she heard herself say, still clutching feebly at the towel. "I was almost finished anyway. You… don't mind if I dry myself off first, do you?"

Without awaiting an answer she resumed the circular motions of the towel. It trailed scratchily over her covered tits, then dipped down to her stomach.

The moment her tits sprang into sight Chad's cock began to tug erect. Its soft length grew long and fat, thickening slowly to its full, throbbing length as she let him look at her.

"Uh, no, go right ahead." His voice came out husky with lust as he admired her, a grin twitching across his lips. Then his appreciation burst out in a whoosh. "Wow, you sure have beautiful tits, Mom!"

As if he didn't already know!

Pleased and blushing at her own blatant display, Janice felt a new boldness creeping over her. Instead of wanting to hide her bobbling tits she pushed them out more proudly. After all, he'd already seen it all before, hadn't he? "You really think so, dear? I always thought they were a little too big. If I ever tried to go braless like this, I'd get arrested!"

They laughed together.

Then Chad did the unexpected. He stepped forward and reached out, catching a big, dangling tit in one hand.

She caught her breath, too surprised to pull away.