Don Scott - Come with mom

"You like this, don't you?" Sara asked teasingly, her light-brown eyes glowing with lust and mischief.

Harry could not answer, though he did respond to what the platinum blonde had said. He came.

"Oh!" Sara gasped as the thick, gooey white cream began shooting from her neighbor's pricktip.

Patti trembled on the lounge chair as the hot cum squirted on her. A thick stream of cum hit her on the left shoulder and left a line of cream running between the small mounds of her tits. More drops of cum dropped onto her flat, quivering stomach. She watched a jet of cum, almost clear, shoot from Harry's pisshole and flip end over end through the air. The cum landed on her right nipple, sticking to the sensitive, tingling brown flesh.

"Awwwww!" Harry groaned, his body wiggling slightly as Sara continued whacking on his overheated prick. She jerked her lotion moistened hand to and fro over the shaft of his cock while squeezing and fondling his balls in the most satisfying way.

Sara waited until she was certain that Harry's balls had completely emptied themselves before she let go of his prick. There was cum on her right hand, sticking to her thumb and fingers. She looked down at her svelte daughter and saw the white lines and drops of cum that had shot onto Patti's flawless flesh.

"There, that's better!" Sara whispered, her voice sounding oddly calm and pragmatic. She saw that Harry's prick had lost much of its hardness. She tucked his cock and balls back into his slacks, zipped him up, then placed her hands over her daughter's tits and started massaging the cum into her skin. "Okay, Harry, now what was it you came over here for?"

Harry simply shook his head, muttering to himself under his breath. He turned and walked away, leaving Patti and Sara to laugh heartily at what they'd just done.

It was noon, and Sara sat quietly in Sheldon's Bar and Grill, wondering whether this was the right place to be or not. The tavern was a popular spot in the small suburban community. During the evenings there was always recorded music to dance to, and sometimes there was a live band. She had been to Sheldon's Bar and Grill many times with Eric and knew many of the patrons.

But Sara had never been there during the afternoon before, when the lunch crowd came in, and she'd never been there alone. That made her feel a little uncomfortable, especially when she noticed the blue-collar workers glancing in her direction, then whispering to themselves.

She knew they were talking about her, no doubt asking themselves what such a beautiful woman was doing in a place like that during the day – and alone. Sara was, at least for the lunch crowd, overdressed for the occasion.

"Can I get you another?" Sheldon Savage, the owner, asked Sara.

"Please!"

A fresh gin and tonic quickly appeared before Sara. She sipped it, enjoying the tingle of the cool gin going down. She turned a little on the bar stool, giving the blue-collar guys a better view of her body. Sara crossed her legs at the knee and did nothing to pull her dress down when it slipped a little higher on her succulently tapered thighs.

When Sheldon brought Sara's third gin and tonic, she let her fingertips graze lightly against the back of his hand as he set the drink on the bar in front of her. The fourth drink had Sara holding Sheldon's hand for a moment, and as she talked to him, she squeezed his hand and he squeezed hers in return.

"Come on," Sheldon said suddenly, nodding his head to a door behind the bar. "There's a back room where we can go."

Sara knew she was only following Sheldon because it was exactly the type of behavior that her husband, Eric, would frown upon. Everyone in the bar knew what they were going to do back there. And every man in Sheldon's wished that he was going to the back room with her, that he was the lucky one to be on the receiving end of her considerable charms.

The back room was cluttered with empty beer cases and various other things necessary to run the tavern. In the center of the room was a small cot. Sara wondered how many women Sheldon brought back here to fuck. Many, she suspected. He was tall, very muscular, thick bodied. Handsome in a rugged sort of way.

"Sorry it's not the Hilton," Sheldon said.

"It's perfect," Sara replied truthfully. Eric wouldn't fuck her in a place like this in a thousand years, which is why Sara found the dusty back room so ideal. "I wouldn't have it any other way!"

Sara turned her back to Sheldon and touched the tab of her dress zipper. He pulled it down and she squirmed out of her dress, leaving it in a heap on the floor. She turned, facing Sheldon now, dressed in her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. Around her waist was the gold chain that Steve had given her; around her neck was the heavy turquoise necklace she'd bought.

"Like what you see?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips, trying to calm her ragged nerves as Sheldon's dark, hungry eyes roamed up and down over her gorgeous figure.

"Damn right," Sheldon replied. He pulled down his zipper and pulled out an extremely thick, meaty cock. It was a full eight inches long. "Like what you see?"

"Damn right," Sara replied.

She bent over at the waist and planted a smacking kiss on the head of his prick. When she stood upright again, Sheldon's arms wound around her waist, pulling her in tight. She looked him in the eyes. "Are we going to waste all afternoon talking, or are we going to get down to some heavy duty fucking?"

Sheldon picked Sara up and carried her to the cot. She trembled softly, loving the way this brutishly strong man carried her with such ease.

He placed her on the cot. There wasn't room enough for them to lie side-by-side. Sheldon was half on top of her, crushing her tits to her ribcage with his broad, powerful chest.

He kissed Sara hard, pressing his mouth forcefully over hers, demanding that she respond to him, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Sara twirled her tongue against Sheldon's, and as they kissed, she helped him pull his shirt off and push his slacks down to the top of his thighs to completely free his large, throbbing cock and balls.

"Ohhhhh!" Sara sighed, turning her head to the side as Sheldon kissed the side of her neck. He bit her tingling skin lightly, nipping at her throat as his hand pushed inside her black bikini panties. The fingers scratched Sara's cunt hair, then slipped lower, passing lightly over her moist pussylips. He shoved a finger into Sara's cunt and she gasped, arching her back, pushing her pussy more firmly against the hand. Sheldon's finger drove into her cunt until his palm was rubbing against her cuntlips and clit.

"You're hot!" Sheldon whispered without malice. "I like a hot woman!"

Sara scratched Sheldon's back with her long, red fingernails. She didn't want him to be gentle and caring with her. She wanted his big prick driving into her pussy, spreading her cuntlips far apart as he pounded her into the cot. That was the way she wanted him to be, and somehow Sheldon picked up on the unspoken signals Sara was giving put.

"Ouch!" Sara gasped when Sheldon suddenly grabbed her panties and ripped them from her body. He tossed the panties across the room. "What are you doing?"

"I'm fucking you," Sheldon said, his dark eyes glowing like coals now. "I'm fucking you just the way you ought to be fucked, just the way you want to get fucked!"

He rolled on top of the curvaceous blonde, crushing her beneath him. Sheldon kissed Sara again, mashing his lips bruisingly hard against hers. She had no choice but to take his tongue to the back of her mouth.

He pushed a hand between their heaving bodies and crushed Sara's tit, burying his fingers into the plush mound. Sara shivered, warm tingles coming from her nipple, loving the slight pain the fingers caused. Even through her lacy black bra, Sara could feel the heat of Sheldon's palm going into her nipple, warming up her entire body. She could feel, too, the long, club-like length of his prick against her thigh, touching her just above the top of her stocking. She wanted – needed – that mighty prick driving hard and fast into her pussy, reaming out her juicy cunt until she couldn't breathe.