David Crane: The hotter mom got

His prick jumped to full, booming rampancy. His balls were so full of jizz that he had to part his thighs to make room for them. They lay like inflated waterwings in his groin.

Rachel drew the red rose back and brushed it up her inner thigh. Then she drew it right through her crotch, stroking her pussy with the long-stemmed blossom. She moved in like a feather duster in her cunt.

Then she held it out to Mike again.

He sniffed eagerly. The rose was sweet enough, but now, scented from her cunt, it was tantalizing.

"Lick it," she sighed.

His tongue shot out and he lapped at the cream-soaked flower avidly. She drew it back to her cunt and juiced it up again, then offered it to his face once more.

"Eat it," she purred.

Mike nibbled on the red blossom and moaned.

"Does my pussy taste good?" she murmured. "Ummmm – ummmmm!" he gasped, munching.

"Would you like to suck my cunt, Mike?"

Mike grinned happily. The young man had lost all of his shyness and embarrassment by this time, as he realized that his long-standing dream had been answered.

He had delivered long-stemmed roses to a nymphomaniacal housewife in need.

In the hallway, brother and sister exchanged a glance of awe and anticipation.

They were going to get a chance to watch their sexy mother cheat on Daddy!

They both knew that they should feel ashamed of Mom for being so naughty, embarrassed at having a mother who would so casually ignore her nuptial vows by seducing a delivery boy without a qualm.

But there was no room in either of their seething minds for an emotion such as shame. Both of their brains were brimful of lust.

They had been standing beside the arch, Chuck looking over his sister's shoulder as they both peered into the living room. His hard cock and bloated balls were pressed to the pert cheeks of her high, round ass.

Now, their legs going weak, they both sank down onto their knees. Chuck reached around to open his sister's blouse, then drew it back and off. She groped behind her to open his pants and haul his cock out. He tugged her skirt down over her squirming haunches.

They didn't have to worry about being naked in the hall or having to sneak suddenly away.

Their mother had led them to believe that she thought they were not home, and besides, it was evident that Rachel was going to be preoccupied for some time.

Stripped to the buff, having disrobed awkwardly and blindly, because they were both keeping their attention focused on the action in the living room, they cuddled together. Frostie went down onto all fours.

Chuck knelt behind and over her, his prick throbbing against her ass.

His hands slid up her ribcage and looped under, cupping her plump tits as they swayed under her like ripe fruit ready to be plucked and eaten.

Her swollen nipples exploded in his palms as he kneaded the firm tit-meat.

She reached back behind her ass and took his heavy, spunk-laden balls in her hand, fondling lovingly. As she played with his balls, Chuck nudged his steely prick into the crack of her ass.

They were clinging together in the doggy fucking position now, and Chuck could have easily slipped his pounding prick into her foaming fuckhole – or he could have shoved it up her shithole, for that matter.

Frostie, that naughty teenaged sexpot, liked it up the ass almost as much as she liked it in her smoldering cunt or voracious mouth.

But the siblings didn't start to fuck.

As much as they loved to suck and fuck together, it was nothing new for them.

But watching Mom in action was.

So they felt each other up, but only incidentally, as they played peeper on Mom.

And, very much aware of their presence, Mom gave them plenty to peep on.

Rachel opened her black negligee fully, then let it fall back from her shoulders. It slipped to the floor like a silken shadow.

She arched her supple back and thrust her heavy tits out into Mike's eager face.

He began to suck her nipples.

She tossed the rose aside. Who was interested in a flower when that young man had his own meaty long stem raging in his trousers?

As he nursed on her swollen nipples, she gazed down into his groin.

His cock was bucking so violently that it looked as if it might tear its way through the fabric of his pants – or burn a hole through the material.

Horny Rachel was hot to get at his cockmeat. Her fingers were tingling and her palms were itching for a feel of that teenaged prick.

Her cunt was smoldering for a stuffing, and her lewd mouth was drooling with equal desire.

But she had plenty of time and she wanted to make this a truly memorable occasion for Mike – and, mainly, for the fascinated spectators.

She held her tits to his face as he switched from peak to peak, sucking and licking. He ran his tongue up through her deep cleavage and swept it around to flash against the rosy nubs again.

Then she drew back and thrust her belly out. She resisted the urge to glance toward the archway, not wanting to take a chance on alarming Chuck and Frostie, of alerting them to the fact that their mother knew damned well they were watching.

She had one foot on the couch and the other on the floor and she moved her meaty thighs apart.

Mike glanced up at her radiant face questioningly. He looked just like a new boarder at a rooming house, asking if it were time to dine.

"Eat my pussy, you lovely boy!" she invited.

His head turned back down and he stared longingly into her widespread groin.

She tilted her cunt up. Steamy fumes wafted into the young man's face and his nostrils twitched as he breathed in that heady aroma.

Her cunt was presented to his hungry face like a delicate shellfish spread out on a hairy platter and coated with a creamy French sauce.

"Don't just look – lick!" she chided the boy as he delayed the pussy-eating and gaped at her gooey cunt in a sort of dumbstruck awe.

His head jerked forward and his tongue shot out. He lapped at her cunt-lips, running his tongue slowly up each unfurled rim, then flicked at her clit. Her voluptuous body shuddered as if she had been shocked through with a charge of high-voltage current.

She undulated and squirmed, jerking her groin up and down in his face.

Mike lapped into her cunt-slot, using his curled tongue like a scoop, spooning out her thick cunt-juice.

She held his face between her hands, and ground her pussy around, her wide, firm ass corkscrewing. The flower delivery boy began to stab his tongue into her as deep as it would go, tongue-fucking steadily.

A wash of cunt-juice poured down his chin. "Ahhhhh!" Rachel whimpered.

Frostie shot a glance back at her brother.

"Jeez – Mom likes to get tongue-fucked as much as I do," she whispered, impressed.

"Yeah – and that guy ain't much older than I am, either," Chuck replied.

They stared at each other for a moment as the implications of that fact struck them both.

But then their eyes were drawn to the scene again, like iron filings to a magnet.

Stroking Mike's cheek, Rachel said, "Don't just lick, you darling boy! Suck, too!"

His mouth opened wide and he plastered his lips to her swampy cunt-slot. As he sucked on the rim, his tongue kept driving up her hole, so that he was ardently French-kissing her cunt like a bearded mouth.

Her cunt-rings sucked on his tongue.

It made him wonder what it would feel like to have those taut cunt-muscles sucking and pulling on his prick, instead – and to wonder, too, if he was soon going to find out about that sensation.

It seemed more than likely, with a lascivious lady like this one.

He had only brought her a dozen flowers. What would she be like if someone were to bring her a whole fucking hothouse?