Kevin Sellers - Hot mother next door

"I'm coming! I'm coming, oh, fuck me hard and make me come! Anngghh, aaah – AAAHHHH!"

Then she shrieked, thrashing in bliss as Sam rolled back and forth more eagerly than before.

Suddenly he couldn't hold back any longer. His face twisted into an expression of pure lust and his body went rigid on top of her.

His huge cock rippled in her stretched pussy and jism spurted in hot, flooding geysers straight down to the core of her hungry cunt.

Mindy wouldn't have believed it was possible to take the gallons of cockcream that seemed to be pouring into her. An orgasm tare through her cunt with each spasm of his prick and her pussy sucked for every drop. Mr. Jenson heaved onto her in utter satiation, his entire body balanced on the thrashing cock that shot its precious load of jizz deep into her bubbling pussy.

She groaned happily, taking it all.

Then, drained and gasping, he slumped into a sagging heap. "Oh shit, that was great! Just what I needed."

Sinking back with a heavy sigh, he slid his prick from her contorted pussy.

For a moment Mindy hung like that, her legs still flopping in the air and her pussy still churning with her neighbor's syrupy cum.

At last she slid into a satisfied sprawl, gurgling ecstatically.

"Ahhhhhhh." Then she giggled. "Oh, oh wow, I never got fucked like that before! It was fantastic!"

Pleased, Sam laughed. Then he reached for his clothes.

A moment later they were both fully dressed once again. As Mindy slipped into her dress, he reached between her supple thighs and felt the wetness of his cum dribbling onto the crotch of her panties and wetting it with lust.

"You know, you're the best little piece of ass I've ever run into. And I wouldn't mind running into it a little more often, now that we're getting to be such close friends."

This time it was her turn to laugh, her laughter slightly breathless at his wiggling fingers. "Oh, I suspect we'll get to be even closer from now on. After all, we've got the whole summer ahead of us! But I've got to go now. See you tomorrow, Mr. Jenson!"

With that promise on her lips and a smile of anticipation darting across Sam Jenson's face, Mindy turned and lightly bounced up to her front door.

It really was doing to be a wonderful summer after all.

"Bob, could you come here a moment?"

Bob set down the book he'd been trying to concentrate on and jumped up from his chair, heath rig for the bedroom where his mother was changing clothes. "Okay, Mom."

The door was open and Shara was just removing her earrings as her son walked in. She beamed a fetching smile at him, letting his gaze linger on the sharp cleavage of the sexy green dress she'd worn to the show. Then she turned her back, shrugging in an obvious manner.

"Could you undo me, baby? I never can reach these things and it looks as if your father's been delayed."

"All right."

Bob took in his mother's sleek figure as he strode forward. Still horny from his brief encounter with Mindy, he felt his cock stir with renewed interest at the sight of her sensual body curving and jutting in a casual pose as she waited.

His fingers came up to the dress' clasp, shaking slightly. Although his mom hadn't acted any differently since her afternoon session with him and Chad, Bob could sense the subtle difference. It made him swallow hard to ease the nervous lump in his throat.

"Are you getting it, darling?" Shara made her voice perfectly innocent, bowing full well the effect she was having.

After a moment's fumbling, the clasp came free. Instantly she shrugged out of the dresses loose shoulder straps. The entire top of it fell limp about her waist, and she turned to face him with a single fluid movement.

"Ahh, that feels better. Thanks, honey."

Bob gawked at the twin mounds that soared out firm and pink-nippled at him. His cock, still thick from thinking of Mindy, grew even thicker at his mom's presence and speared up in his jeans.

When he answered, his voice was rough and cracked. "Uhh, that's okay."

His response was exactly what Shara had been hoping for. Her smile widened in a pretense of surprise. "Why, what's the matter, Bob? From the way you're staring, you'd think you'd never seen me like this before. In fact, you've seen all of me! Is that it? Did you want another look, darling?"

Urged by the creamy ache tickling her cunt, she pushed the dress down entirely. It slithered to the floor, exposing the fact that his mom wasn't wearing any panties. Her red-furred pussy glistened moistly, making his cock bulge out even harder against the confines of its denim prison.

"Ahh, that's better yet."

Shara stretched luxuriously as if there was nothing at all unusual about what was happening. Her tits arched out with an enticement that made him goggle. Thoroughly enjoying her son's stare, she gave a sexy sigh and felt her nipples fatten with a delicious, tingling warmth.

"It's so nice to just relax. Why Bob, you don't look very relaxed at all!"

Her hand swooped out suddenly, encasing his bulging crotch and squeezing possessively.

His voice came out in a gasp, causing her to smile mischievously. "Oh my goodness, I haven't turned you on again, have I? That was thoughtless of me, Bob. I really am sorry if this…" she gave his crotch another squeeze, "…is my fault."

Shara honestly really hadn't originally intended for it to happen again. That afternoon had been an accident, an it'll-never-happen-again experience. After all, good mothers certainly didn't go around fucking their sons!

But Sam had behaved even more distant and thoughtful all day. He hadn't even noticed his wife's horniness throughout the evening, he hadn't even seemed aware when her hand had groped over his swollen cock all through the movie.

So it was only natural that after that afternoon's unexpected episode she should turn, in horny hunger, to her son. His prick was obviously more than ready to take up where his father's left off.

"Gracious, you are tense, aren't you?" she teased, fondling his lust-stiffened swell and saw anticipation spreading over Bob's face. "Maybe we should get you nice and relaxed, too. That might help."

"Uh, hey Mom…"

Bob managed only a hoarse stammer as she undid the buttons of his shin and pulled it off. The next moment she was working on his jeans and jerking them down as well.

"Shit, Mom!" he gasped as his prick swung up bare and hard in the air, straining for his mother's fiery cunt.

"Oh darling, you are tense!"

Blasting a flood of frothing juice over her soaked pussy, Shara stared down at the thick veined stiffness of her son's cock. Mesmerized by his magnificent prick, she knelt abruptly.

"Just let me get you out of these things and we'll see what we can do about that," she said as she practically ripped his jeans off, her face level with his hard, wagging cock, her eyes fastened on its sheer enormity.

A flash of vivid memory made her breath quicken. She could feel his lovely big prick sliding into bier cunt again, feel it pushing between her plump pussy lips and sheathing itself hungrily inside her with a mounting need that matched her own.

"Yes," she murmured as Bob stopped free of his clothes. "That's it…"

Hardly able to believe it was happening, he saw his cum-engorged cock bobbing with his mother's attractive face as she feasted on it, licking her lips. In a voice made husky with arousal, he spoke.

"I – uh, I don't think just taking my clothes off is going to help me relax any, Mom."

Shara smiled. "Poor baby," she cooed, bringing a hand up to grasp the pulsing length of his prick and talking to it as if it had a life of its own. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"Maybe…" Bob went on quickly with delighted need. "Maybe if you kissed it a little, that'd make it feel better."