Don Scott: Come with mom

"Don't worry about me!" Sara gasped, her lust soaring to new heights. "Fuck me! Just fuck me!"

That was all Tony needed to hear. His fingers buried deep into the firm flesh of Sara's hips and he started to jerk her back and forth as he reamed out her cunt with his cock, puffing Sara backward to meet his pussy-stretching thrusts of cockmeat. He buried his cock into the tight, warm, wet cavern of her cunt with relentless fury, stabbing his cock as far into her pussy as he possibly could, concerned only with his own pleasure, yet satisfying Sara beyond words, beyond reason.

Sara felt like she was being skewered in two by the teenager's ramrod thrusts of cockmeat. He stabbed his prick into her cunt with all the strength in his athletic body, burying his prick into Sara's cunt until his body smacked loudly against her asscheeks. The underside of his rigid prick rubbed against Sara's hard, burning clit.

Each stroke of Tony's prick heightened the platinum blonde's pleasure.

Ecstasy sizzled in Sara's veins. She gasped with each plunging drive of Tony's cock, being smashed against the wall of the dressing room. Idly, Sara wondered if her cheekbone would have bruise on it by the time she finished fucking the handsome young man whose prick now stretched her cuntlips and glided smoothly against her clit.

Sara's tits hung down, wiggling crazily as she rocked from the impact of Tony's hips against her asscheeks. She wished that she could fondle her nipples, pinch them and twist them softly to add to the satisfaction that was already making her head spin. But she was afraid that if she would take a hand away from the wall, the pounding against her cheek would be even greater.

"Cum!" Sara hissed. "Cum on my ass! I want to feel your cum shooting on me!"

It was as though Sara's words had pulled a trigger in Tony's mind. He uncorked his prick from the tight, wet cavern of her pussy, then tossed his hips forward again. Tony's cock slipped between Sara's quivering asscheeks, rubbing against the cleavage, the cockhead pointing almost straight up. He stroked his cock back and forth twice, and then his cum began squirting from his red-hot balls.

"Arrrggghhh!" Tony growled, jerking his hips frantically, rubbing the underside of his prick against Sara's asshole.

Cum arched through the air, shooting upward then dropping down onto Sara. The first mighty blast of cum hit her directly between the shoulder blades, leaving a gooey pool of cum to trickle down her spine. The second stream of cum hit the lusty blonde in the small of the back, leaving a white line of cream over her black garter belt to her asscheeks. More cum spewed from Tony's balls, flipping end over end through the air to land on her ass.

"Ahhhhhh!" Tony sighed as his cum began to slow down. He grabbed his prick and pointed his cockhead at the back of Sara's thigh. A stream of cum squirted out of his pisshole, shooting against the blonde's leg. His cum was white against the jet-black stocking top.

Sara put a hand between her legs. She inserted her middle finger between her cuntlips, driving it into her pussy, rubbing her clit at the same time. The moment her finger was inside her pussy, Sara started cuming. Pussyjuice flooded from her snatch, trickling between her fingers, filling her palm as her hand jerked up and down.

"I'm cumming!" Sara hissed.

She dropped to her knees, finger-fucking herself frantically. Girl-cum dribbled from her fingers as she came. She shivered on her knees, feeling the teenager's cum trickling down her back, warm and sticky against her skin.

Tony leaned closer to Sara, continuing to stroke his prick. A small spurt of cum squirted from his pisshole and splashed into Sara's platinum-blonde hair. Her face was against the wall as she finger-fucked herself through the all consuming orgasm. Tony moved closer still, touched the tip of his cock to Sara's temple, and worked out a final shot of cum.

"Ahhhhh!" Sara sighed, feeling the warm, syrup-like cum trickling down her temple to her cheekbone.

Sara was fully dressed, and she could smell cum everywhere. She stepped out of the dressing room just in time to see her daughter sputtering as she gulped down Steve's rich, salty wad of cum.

"We've got to be going," Sara said when Patti had finished drinking the cum from Steve's balls. "Come on, Patti, we've got to shower up before Eric and Frank get home from work."

Steve wrapped all of Sara's purchases, including throwing in several pieces of jewelry, while Patti put her clothes back on. He gave the packages to Sara and Patti, instructing them both that if they ever needed anything, all they had to do was call him and he'd make sure they got whatever their hearts desired.

"Wow!" Jerry exclaimed, his eyes getting wide as Patti descended the stairs leading to her bedroom. "When did you get that?"

"Oh, this?" Patti asked, nonchalantly indicating her new white bikini swim suit. The bikini consisted of three very small triangular patches of white cloth – one over each tit and one to hide her pussy. In back, the bikini was just a slender strip of cloth that completely disappeared between the young girl's tight asscheeks. "I bought this yesterday! Mom helped me pick it out."

"Mom did? Our mom?" Jerry shook his head in amazement. It wasn't at all like Sara to allow Patti to wear something so sexy. In fact, she was usually telling Patti that she had to put more clothes on. "I can't believe that!"

Sara, standing at the edge of the kitchen, smiled to herself. Jerry, her son, couldn't tear his eyes off Patti if he had to. Sara liked knowing that her daughter could turn Jerry on. She wanted her son to be a real red-blooded American male – always horny!

"Am I really that stuffy, Jerry?" Sara asked.

Jerry wheeled around, facing his mother. Once again his eyes got wide and his jaw dropped open. Patti may have been wearing the skimpiest bikini swim suit he'd ever laid his eyes on, but she was at least dressed. Sara was wearing a black floor-length robe that was, for all practical purposes, completely see-through. She was wearing bikini panties and no bra. Jerry could see the blunt nubs of Sara's nipples, and could barely make out the pink circles of her areolas. "Gosh! Mom, I…"

"Call me Sara, Jerry! You know I prefer that!" Sara walked gracefully into the kitchen, her new see-through robe clinging to her body. Her big, hard-nippled tits jiggled inside the robe. She felt daring and erotic being so scantily clothed in front of her own son. "I love being your mother! Don't get me wrong, Jerry, I really do! I just don't necessarily like being called mother. It makes me sound old, I suppose."

Jerry's head whipped right and then left. He had his little sister to look at, and when she half turned, exposing her ass to him, he thought his hard-on would break the zipper of his jeans. And on the other side of him in the kitchen was his big-titted mother, and she was flouncing around with her succulent, mouth-watering tits bouncing and wiggling and making Jerry's prick hard. What could a teenaged boy do but get a hard-on?

"I just can't get my heart started without my morning coffee," Sara murmured, pouring herself a cup.

She walked to the kitchen table and sat down, very near Jerry. It was difficult for Sara to keep up her casual attitude, especially when she noticed her son had a bone-hard cock trapped inside his jeans.

"I need coffee to get up," Sara said softly, her brown eyes smoky with suddenly ignited lust, "but I can see that you don't need coffee to get up."

Jerry turned his hips, trying to hide his bulging crotch from his mother. His cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment. By turning away from Sara, he unintentionally turned toward his bikini-clad sister.

"What's this?" Patti asked. She ran the tip of one finger along the length of her brother's prick.