Victoria Parker: How much for your daughter?

"Mmmmmm, you're suckin' my cunny pie," she whispered.

Sucking it? He was chomping the delicious pussy like a beaver gnawing on a tree for a new dam.

"Oooooh, whoofff, damn!" Amy whispered.

He had her now. His mouth sucked in her pussy. He chewed the muffy mound. His tongue fucked into her.

"Ali right now, damn, I'm gonna cum!" Amy whoofed.

And she did. She simply couldn't hold on. She let it take her, the fine feeling of climax, the wonderful whoosh of orgasm.

"Darnnnnn!" she moaned.

Mr. Larson sucked her cunt. Mr. Larson ate her pussy. Mr. Larson chewed her snatch. Amy came with a tingling of delight.

She shuddered with joy, then fell forward and caught her balance by slapping her hands to his shoulders.

She finished cumming and sat down beside Mr. Larson. Her hand slid between his legs and she felt his prick.

"Boy, you're hard as a rock," she whispered. "Lemme take it out and play with it, okay?"

"God, yes! Please!"

Amy unzipped his fly. She withdrew his hard prick. He had a full seven inches of throbbing cock. Amy clutched the cock stalk, squeezed, and watched the gush of cum spit from the big prickhead.

"Should we fuck?" she whispered.

"Do we dare?" Mr. Larson whimpered. "If we hurry," Amy said.

Amy crawled on top of him. He fisted his cock and jammed it up into her tight blonde pussy.

"Ah, ooooofff, gosh!" she babbled. "Oh, my sweet dear!" he whispered. "We're fuckin' now!"

He pushed up to her, shoved more of his thick prick into Amy's pussy.

"Yes, fuckin' now!"

Amy bounced up and down on top of the handsome businessman. His slushy cock slicked in and out of her sucking little pussy.

He held her hips, felt the fine, young curves, looked up into her schoolgirl face, and shook his head as if to say, I can't believe this is happening.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Hot fucking on the couch. The older man, the younger girl.

And that's when Janet walked in. She stopped and sucked in her breath in a gasp.

"What in the hell is this?" she snapped.

Amy looked back over her shoulder, but kept pumping up and down.

"Amy! What are you doing? Mr. Larson! How dare you! That's my little daughter!"

Mr. Larson was stunned. He didn't know what to do or what to say.

Amy fucked faster. His cock tickled her pussy and made her feel fabulous.

Janet stood for a moment watching, then walked over and stopped when she was just above them.

"I can't believe this!" she barked.

"I'm sorry… I…" Mr. Larson stammered.

"We're fuckin', Mom," Amy said. "Oh, you'll pay for this, Mr. Larson," Janet said, finally realizing what her brilliant daughter was up to. "Why, I could tell the police and have you arrested."

The dignified businessman had a shocked look on his face. He looked at Janet, then back to Amy. Amy was still fucking up and down on his cock.

"Amy, stop doing that right now!" Janet snapped.

"He's got a hold of me, Mom."

"Let her go, Mr. Larson!"

"Yes, of course," Bob said, lifting his hands from Amy's hips.

Amy pulled up and off his prick. She sat down beside Mr. Larson, her skirt up on her waist, her pussy juicy and wet. Mr. Larson's prick thumped a throbbing beat, the stalk slishy with cream.

"See, Mom, he's all hard and stuff."

"Yes, I can see. Shame on you, Mr. Larson!"

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"This is outrageous! I can't believe you'd come to my house and do something like this," Janet said, standing over him.

She looked gorgeous in a bright red sweater that bulged salaciously with the lift of her huge tits. A tight black skirt wrapped her hips, and her legs were encased in dark nylons, red high heels.

Her lips were painted bright red, and her cheeks had a generous blush of red on them.

"A man your age… and with a high school girl!" she scolded. "You are despicable!"

Janet sat down on the other side of Mr. Larson.

"We could drag you into court over this you know," she said.

"Oh, please, don't! I have a family, a position in this city," Mr. Larson said, trying to get his bulging cock back in his pants.

"We could and we probably will," Janet warned.

"No, listen, let's discuss this."

"Amy and I have a consulting company. Maybe you could hire us for your airline. We could come up with some good marketing ideas."

Mr. Larson couldn't get his hard, thick cock back in. "You do… ah, well, ah, now that's, ah, something we could discuss then."

Janet slapped his hand away from his cock. She clutched it in a tight grip, her fingers curling around the stalk, her red fingernails glistening.

"Yes," she said, pumping his dick slowly, "our company, JAMY, Inc. could probably help you increase your passenger load, couldn't we, Amy?"

"Sure, Mom."

"Oh, yes, I'm sure you could," Bob panted.

Amy reached over and rubbed the palm of her hand in circles on the top of his creamy cock.

"Yeah, Mom and I have good ideas."

"You like my little girl, don't you, Mr. Larson?" Janet cooed.

"I… well… I've never… I mean, I never thought that…"

"I think he'd like to fuck me some more, Mom. Can we? Can Mr. Larson and me fuck?"

Janet pumped faster on his prick. "Do you, Mr. Larson? Do you wanna fuck my daughter?"

"Ah, well, she is a beautiful young lady. You could hire Amy as a consultant at three thousand dollars a month for a year's contract," she said.

"Yes, certainly. That's very workable," he said.

"Good, then we have a deal?"

"Yes."

Amy now had hold of Mr. Larson's prick. She played with it lewdly while she rubbed her little hand between her legs on her blonde pussy.

Janet stood over them. She lifted her black skirt, showed off her bright, red satin panties, her red garter belt.

"We'd let you have a weekly meeting with us about your airline," Janet said. "Perhaps we both interest you?"

"You wanna fuck Amy some more?"

"Yes I do!" he blurted.

"Amy, you wanna let Mr. Larson fuck you again?"

"Should I, Mom?"

"If he wants to, you probably should."

"You wanna fuck me, Mr. Larson?" Amy whispered, pumping his fizzing-jizzing cock.

"Oh, God yes!" he panted.

"You are a naughty, naughty man, Mr. Larson," Janet huffed.

Amy stood up. She pulled her school skirt up. Mother and daughter, two beauties, two sexy, sweet lovelies, stood in front of Mr. Larson.

"Oooooh, ohhhh!" he whistled. "Look good?" Janet teased. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Janet unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall. Amy did the same. Janet stood in her tit-filled red sweater, red panties, red garter belt, nylons, and red heels. Amy stood in her pink sweater, her tits pushing at the tight material, her knee socks and saddle shoes.

"Fuck him, Amy!" Janet said hotly.

"Okay," Amy whispered, then straddled Mr. Larson's prick.

She took his cock in her succulent little cunt and started bucking up and down.

"Like that, Mr. Larson? You like fuckin' my little daughter?"

"I love it!" he yelped.

"Fuck him faster, Amy!"

"I'm fuckin' fast, Mom!"

"Fuck me!" yipped Mr. Larson.

"That's it, baby, go fast! Go fast, baby!" Janet urged.

"Oh, shit!" the man cried.

Amy bounced wildly on his stiff prick. She fucked harder, faster, held on with a lock around his shoulders. She knew she was going to cum. She thumped wildly. Mr. Larson's cock swelled in her pussy.

"I'm gonna cum!" Amy shouted. "Me too," the man whispered.

"Fuck, then, and cum!" Janet demanded. "Fuck him, Amy! Fuck him good!"

"Ohhhh, ohhh, shittttt!"

Amy cried, as the delicious ripple of climax ran through her.

She felt the hot gush of cream shoot up into her pussy. Mr. Larson burbled and gurgled in an unintelligible voice as he shuddered and shot off.