Don Scott: Come with mom

Steve put his hand against the wall to steady himself. His mind was whirling dizzily. Not in a thousand years did he ever expect someone like Sara to come along. When he looked down and watched his pale, hard prick sliding between her red lips, filling her hungrily sucking mouth, there was one blinding moment where he was afraid he would cum. It took all his will power to control himself.

"Easy, baby, easy!" Steve whispered.

Sara slowed down a little, not sucking on the firm column of cockmeat quite so quickly. Steve's prick was, she decided, absolutely delicious. Sara knew that she was loving giving the blow-job so much because it was something new and daring, but that didn't bother her. She sucked on Steve's cock until the throbbing, flaring crown of the prick was against the entrance to her throat.

"Mmmmmm!" Sara moaned lovingly, her facial features distorted with the length and thickness of Steve's fiery prick keeping her jaws forced wide apart.

Sara was holding just the very tip of Steve's prick in her mouth, flicking her tongue against his slitted pisshole, when she heard the sound of someone entering the boutique. For just one intense moment feat gripped Sara. The last thing in the world she needed was to get caught half-naked on her knees giving someone other than her husband a blow-job. And then, just as suddenly, she knew that Patti would handle the problem. Somehow, someway, Patti would make sure that Sara had the time she needed to give Steve the kind of blow-job he deserved.

There was a bond now between the mother and daughter. Patti had to know what Sara was doing in the dressing room, but in no way was Sara at all uncomfortable or embarrassed by it.

"Mmmmm!" slurped the horny, platinum blonde when a thick, salty-tasting drop of precum trickled onto her frisking tongue.

Steve reached down and lightly passed his fingers over Sara's jiggling left tit. His finger-tips slid over her nipple, sending a warm, glowing sensation throughout her body. Even through the sheer, lace-trimmed bra, the touch of his hand against her nipple was electrifying. Sara squirmed on her knees, squeezing Steve's balls and stroking his cock harder.

"Oh! Oh, no!" Steve hissed. He straightened up, releasing Sara's bouncing, firm tit. Unable to control himself, he grabbed Sara's head, holding her steady as his hips convulsively jerked back and forth, fucking his red-hot prick back and forth between her lips. His cockhead smashed hard against the back of her mouth.

Sara's first impulse was to try to stop Steve. He was reaming out her mouth with his cock, jamming his big pole of cockmeat between her lips to nearly make her gag. And she knew that he was going to cum. But Sara, her inhibitions finally freed, wanted to continue sucking on his prick for a while.

She felt the cock expand in her fist, in her mouth, as the mighty prick jerked back and forth. And then the eruptions began, the first pungent explosion of cum splashing against Sara's pink tongue, washing over the roof of her mouth.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, greedily sucking the cum from Steve's balls.

Sara squeezed Steve's balls, wanting to get all the cum they had to give her. She rolled her tongue around the head of Steve's prick as cum flooded her mouth. When the cum filled her mouth, Sara gulped it down wantonly, drinking the cream of his passion with several swallows.

"Ohhhhh!" Steve hissed, still holding onto Sara's head, his overheated balls burning with desire as the last of his cum was nursed from them.

Sara continued sucking on Steve's prick until she was absolutely certain that she'd completely sucked him dry, that there wasn't a single drop of cum left in his balls. Only then did she take her hand away from his balls. She continued nursing tenderly on the cock as it got softer between her lips. The aftertaste of cum in her mouth was strong salty, and Sara decided she liked it.

"That was – the best!" Steve whispered, making Sara feel positively erotic.

Patti's heart was pounding. In a matter of a couple minutes several different things had happened that had shocked her completely. First, since the curtain to the dressing room did absolutely nothing to stop sound, she heard exactly what her mother had said to Steve. Then she saw, through the eighteen inches that separated the bottom of the curtain and the floor, her mother's blouse and finally skirt hit the floor. And finally, she saw her mother's knees on the floor, and heard the hot, sucking sound of her mother giving Steve a blow-job. If that hadn't been enough to tantalize the young girl's senses, Sara had hardly started giving Steve a blow-job when Tony Savage, a school chum of Patti's, walked into the boutique intending on buying a nightie for his girlfriend.

"I'll model it for you," Patti said quickly, trying to keep Tony as far away from the dressing room as possible. "That's what I do around here! I model the lingerie!"

Patti thought: It's now or never. Frank didn't think twice about getting his cock sucked by that cheap blonde slut at work, so why shouldn't I have some fun of my own? Besides, I've got to do something to make sure that Tony doesn't discover what my mother's doing to Steve in the dressing room.

"You really do that?" Tony asked, sounding confused.

"Sure!" Patti flicked her ebony hair over her shoulders, fighting to find the courage to do what she really wanted to. "That's my job!"

She was young and beautiful, but just then Patti was scared. She was afraid that Tony, who had a very beautiful girlfriend, wouldn't find her attractive enough to hold his interest. Patti needn't have been so nervous. She was five-foot-two and barely weighed a hundred pounds. Her eyes were as alluring as anyone could hope for – wide, somewhat feline eyes of dark-brown that she highlighted with just the right amount of make-up.

Her jet black hair came to the small of her back, and she had been told enough times how attractive her hair was for her to be confident in that. Her body was trim and compact, small, ripe, firm cones of tit-flesh pushing outward. The areolas were perfectly round, rather pale, capped with small, incredibly responsive nipples that became erect at the slightest touch. Between her legs, her arrowhead-shaped ruff of cunt hair was also jet-black, parted by the pink cuntlips that became moist whenever she even thought about something sexual.

But perhaps the most erotic thing about Patti was her mouth. A narrow mouth, with the lower lip being slightly fuller than he top. A mouth made for giving and receiving pleasure. She kept lip gloss on her lips to make sure they never got chapped and always looked enticing.

Muttering a wish that nobody else came through the front door of the boutique, Patti began unbuttoning her blouse. Tony's eyes got wide as he watched her slowly taking off her clothes.

"Just for you, I'll model this here," Patti said in a purring whisper. "Is that okay with you?"

Tony couldn't speak. Nodding his head was the most he could accomplish. That and getting a hard-on.

Patti's nipples were erect by the time she had her blouse off. She seldom if ever wore a bra, so when she exposed her tits to Tony, she wasn't certain how he would react. Would he think they were too small? she couldn't help wondering.

"Damn," Tony said through a groan when he saw Patti's tits. "Hot-fucking-damn!"

Patti kicked off her shoes and stripped out of her slacks and briefs quickly. She turned to Tony, letting him see every magnificent inch of her, naked now except for the slender gold chain that encircled her waist, the one that Sara had just purchased for her.

"I'll put on whatever you pick out," Patti said, her voice sounding innocent even though she was standing between two aisles of clothing completely naked. "Anything seem interesting to you?"