Don Scott: Come with mom

"What are you saying?" Patti inquired. She was leaning closer to her mother, not wanting to miss a single word.

"I'm saying that it's time I did something for myself. It's time I stopped letting that son-of-a-bitch you call father run my life for me!"

Sara squeezed the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"It's you and me, Patti. We're out on our own now. When Eric and Frank are away during the day at work, getting their cocks sucked, there's no reason in the world we can't have a little…" Sara paused, searching for exactly the right word. "A little afternoon delight of our own! Are you with me?"

Patti gave her mother a loving smile and replied, "All the way!"

Sara had a nice body, and she knew it. She was five-six, and her figure was one that turned men's heads and perked up their lusty desires. She was more enticing now than when she was a teenager, her body fuller and more womanly her curves tantalizing. She was especially proud of her tits and the way they bounced and jiggled inside her bra when she walked. Sara had noticed many men openly gawking at her tits when she walked down the street.

Now Sara was going to do something other than just let them look.

"Just put all the clothes and jewelry on my husband's credit account," Sara said, giving the store manager a half-smile that smoldered with sensuality.

"But ma'am, your husband hasn't got a credit account set up with us." The store manager, Steve, had enjoyed showing off his finest clothes, lingerie and jewelry to Sara and Patti. He hadn't expected, however, for the two gorgeous beauties to not be able to pay cash for their items. "You'll have to fill out a credit application, and wait until it gets approved."

"Then I think you and I should have a little talk," Sara replied, undaunted. "Is there someplace where we can have some privacy?"

"Only the dressing rooms."

"That'll do nicely!" Sara looked at Patti. The teenager had a mischievous smile on her lovely face. "Patti, this shouldn't take long at all."

Steve was nervous following Sara into the dressing room. The room was small, designed to be large enough to allow a customer to try on clothes and that's about all. As soon as he stepped inside, Sara pulled the cloth curtain closed.

"If you'd like the clothes back, I'm perfectly willing to give them to you," Sara said in a husky, sexy purr. She started unbuttoning the silk blouse she'd just purchased. Steve's eyes bulged out as her creamy, tight cleavage came into view. He seemed to have trouble breathing when Sara pulled the tails of the blouse out of the new skirt. "I'll leave everything with you, but I think you'll find that I'm an acceptable credit risk. My husband will pay for everything."

Sara's heart was pounding when she stepped out of her skirt. She'd never fucked anyone but Eric in her entire life, and now she was wantonly seducing a man she hardly knew at all. And her own daughter was standing not five feet away on the other side of the cloth curtain!

"Ah – ma'am – perhaps there is something… ah – someway that we might…"

Sara, her platinum blonde hair flouncing around her cheeks as she laughed softly, placed her hands on Steve's broad shoulders. She said: "It's okay for you to look at me. I don't mind. In fact, while you're using your head, thinking of how my husband can get instant credit at this boutique, I'll use my head, too."

"I don't get it," Steve replied.

Sara watched him swallow drily. Steve was as nervous as she was. "While you use your head, I'll give you head."

Steve's eyes went up and down the platinum blonde's curvaceous body. Dressed in black lacy bra, bikini panties, garter belt and thigh-high stockings, she was stunning. Her brown eyes, smoldering with what he was quite convinced was cock-hunger, bored into him. He felt his resolve weakening.

"This is against company policy!"

"Steve, I'm going to change your mind!"

Sara sank slowly to her knees in front of Steve. Her eyes never left his face until she felt the floor against her silk-encased knees. Sara thought, I'm glad he's a good-looking man. I want the first man I suck off to be handsome.

Sara's hands were trembling badly as she unbuckled Steve's belt and then slowly pulled down his zipper. Her nipples made blunt dents in the new, lace-trimmed bra she'd just bought. She could feel pussyjuice warming the lips of her cunt. The excitement going through her was so intense Sara could not understand why she had waited so long to do something like this. She shouldn't have allowed him to keep her burning sensuality locked away.

When she tugged down his underwear, Sara was pleased with what she saw. Steve's cock wasn't fully erect yet, but it was stiff and already quite long. He had big, hairy balls that hung between his thighs. Tentatively, not really sure what she was supposed to do, Sara gently cupped Steve's balls in her left hand.

"Ohhhh!" Steve sighed, watching one of the most attractive women he'd ever seen in his life fondle his tingling balls. He didn't care if he did get fired. As long as he knew he would soon have his prick buried in Sara's mouth, Steve was willing to lose his job happily.

Sara raised the head of Steve's prick with the tip of her first finger. The moment she touched the cock, it twitched a little and she could actually see it grow. Sara licked her lips and her mouth glistened a little more, off-red with her lipstick. She inhaled deeply, steeling her courage, causing her big tits to press a little more firmly against the black cups of her bra.

And then she kissed the head of Steve's prick; Sara kissed it once, twice, three times. She asked herself: Can I go through with it? Can I suck a stranger's cock and have him cum in my mouth?

"Suck it!" Steve whispered, his legs shaking a little.

That was all the encouragement Sara needed. Sighing softly, she pushed the tip of her tongue out between her red lips and tasted the flesh of Steve's prick.

"Mmmmmm!" Sara moaned, squirming a little on her knees until she was in a more comfortable position. She sat on the backs of her heels, feeling the spike-heeled shoes biting into her firm asscheeks.

The cock grew to its full eight inches of length very quickly. It took only a couple of seconds from the time Sara stoned licking Steve's cockhead to the time it burgeoned to maximum size. When Sara leaned back and inspected the now rigid prick, she was more than pleased with what she saw. Steve's prick was longer than average and slightly thicker than most.

"Suck me – please!"

Now Sara was truly pleased. Steve was going crazy, wanting desperately to drive his prick into her mouth. He wanted exactly what Eric had said good wives shouldn't do. She pushed her moist, red lips over the crown of Steve's prick, drawing a firm suction on the bone-hard meat.

"Awwww!" Steve groaned as he felt his cockhead get sucked into the gorgeous blonde's hotly sucking mouth.

Sara swirled her tongue against the underside of the pricktip, the area she knew was most sensitive. When she did this, Steve's prick vibrated between her lips, throbbing with lusty tension. She sucked more of the prick into her mouth, nibbling on the shaft with her lips, giving the best blow-job she was capable of.

Back and forth Sara nodded her head and shoulders, dragging her butter-soft lips over the cockhead and down the shaft. She tried once to take Steve's prick down her throat, but when the pressure against her tonsils became too strong, she started to gag so she pulled back.

"Mmmmmmft!" Sara slurped.

She wrapped her right hand around the shaft of the cock. Simultaneously stroking and sucking on the cock made the prick even harder than it had been. She caressed Steve's cum-churning balls, squeezing them in her fist, sometimes pushing them up to rub them against his own body.