Donna Allen: I saw mom sucking

Finally, she put the magazine down and concentrated on her pussy. Her eyes were closed. She had a look of intense pleasure on her face. Clay cursed under his breath. He forgot all about his hurting knees. He was too excited to care about his knees. She was jerking off! It was more than he'd bargained for. Instead of just seeing her naked, he was actually getting to watch her whack off. It was crazy. His own mother! He had never thought about her that way. Not jerking off. What a turn-on. He trembled as he watched it.

Her fingers were flying now. He couldn't see much of her cunt, just her hand and wrist jerking up and down.

Then she bucked her ass and turned her head to one side. He heard her groan. She was coming. Her arm was a blur as she brought

herself off. It was maddening for him. He watched to the end of it, watched until she pulled her hand away from her cunt and rolled over on her side. She pulled at the bedspread and covered her body with it.

The youth couldn't take anymore. He crawled back to his window. He climbed into his room and lay down on his bed, gasping for breath.

"You must be a weight-lifter," Barbara said. She was sitting in her office in the boutique.

The shop was closed and she had a young stud with her. His name was Ricky. A sharp young stud with muscles. In the morning, he'd delivered a load of clothes to the store and she'd flirted with him. Now he was back. They'd had a drink and, at her invitation, he was taking his clothes off.

He smiled at her as he tossed his tee-shirt

aside. "Yeah, I work out with weights."

"You look it. You've got a gorgeous body." What she wanted was a quick fuck before leaving the shop. He looked capable. She sat back and watched him as he finished undressing. Finally, he was down to his white Jockey shorts. He did have a gorgeous body. Wide shoulders and strong thighs. And that lovely bulge in the front of his shorts. Lots of goodies in there. He also had a nice suntan. He couldn't be more than twenty.

She called him over. He came forward with a grin and a slight swagger. He was so sure of himself. When he was in front of her, he stopped. She gazed directly at the bulge in the crotch of his briefs. Then she touched him. She ran her fingers over the cock-bulge. Just lightly, her fingertips grazing. She could make out the shape of his cockhead through the cotton.

"Go on, take it out," he said.

"Don't be so impatient."

He snickered. "Okay, I'll wait."

He was older than the boys she usually fucked with. But she liked his looks.. He reminded her of Clay. More muscles, but the same eyes. He had the same type face as Clay. She was turned on. It always turned her on when they reminded her of Clay. Now she pulled at the waistband

of his Jockey shorts. She pulled the shorts down to expose his cock and balls.

His prick was only half hard. He had a thick cock and a fat pair of balls. Hardly any foreskin. His cock-knob was clean and pink.

"Very nice."

"Jesus, lady, it's a cock."

Barbara laughed. "It sure is. And a nice one."

She ran a fingertip over the veins in his cockshaft. Then she took his prick in her hand and gently squeezed it. She loved playing with them, teasing their fuck-meat until they begged for more. His cock quickly stiffened as she toyed with it. He had a substantial prick with a cute curve and a juicy-looking knob. His piss hole was already dripping pre-cum onto her fingers.

He groaned. "You're teasing me." "I'm playing."

"Come on, suck it!"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yeah, that's what I want."

She smiled; She amused herself with his hairy balls, testing their weight on her palm, lifting them and pushing them against the underside of his cockshaft.

Finally, she covered his cockhead with her mouth, and closed her lips around the groove

behind the rim of his cock-knob. His cock was hot in her mouth. His pre-cum dribbled on her tongue. He groaned as she sucked his prick. She rolled her tongue around his cockhead, tickling the underside and then around the rim. He was tasty. She gripped his balls with one hand and held his cockshaft with the other hand. She could feel him throbbing. She still had just his cockhead in her mouth. He pushed at her face. He wanted more of his cock in her mouth.

She pulled her lips away. "I don't want you shooting off in my mouth."

"Don't worry, I won't. Just suck it some more."

"Are you sure?"

"I promise."

She took his cock in her mouth again. This time, she went beyond his cock-knob. She took about half the length of his prick. She relished the feel of his hot prick on her tongue. Then she pushed forward. She took more cock. She filled her mouth with his hot cock flesh. He grunted with pleasure. He pushed forward. She opened her throat to take his prick-knob. He started muttering. He loved it. She felt him tremble as she gripped his cockhead with her throat muscles.

Finally, she pulled her mouth back. She

couldn't suck him with his cock in her throat. She started moving, her mouth fucking back and forth on his thick cock. She savored the taste and feel of his cockmeat. She had his funky smell in her nose. She told herself she was a bad girl. She liked cock too much. She liked cocksucking too much. His balls felt so big in her hand. She told herself she ought to be spanked. Most women her age wouldn't dare fuck a boy like this.

Well, you haven't fucked him yet-all you're doing is sucking him, she thought. But she'd fuck him soon. Oh boy, would she fuck him! She told herself she ought to be ashamed of herself for making it with a sweaty stud like this one. He'd been working hard all day, and he smelled like it. His balls felt like apples in her hand.

She pulled her mouth away again and told him to sit in a chair.

"I don't have too much time. If we're going to fuck, let's do it now," she said.

The boy shrugged and sat down. Barbara rose and started getting her clothes off. She was very quick undressing. She wouldn't fuck him with her clothes on. She stripped off everything and then went to him. She smiled at the lust in his eyes. He gawked at her lush body. She hefted

her tits in her hands and pointed her nipples at his eyes.

"I think you like me," she said.

"You're a knock-out!"

"Let's find out what that crowbar can do." His cock was indeed like a crowbar. Like iron. She straddled him. She poised her crotch over his swollen prick. Using her fingers, she stuffed his cock-knob inside her cunt hole and sat down on his cock. He groaned as his prick filled her cunt. She wiggled a bit and pushed down farther. In a moment, she had all of his cock. She had his fat prick packing her cunt channel, and it felt wonderful.

She shoved one of her tits in his mouth and started fucking him. It was lovely. He had a beautiful prick. Young and hard. There wasn't anything better. She fucked him, riding up and down, taking her pleasure at her own pace. One thing she'd learned was to always please herself. She was fucking him to please herself. She reached behind her ass to squeeze his balls. She fucked up and down on his hard cocklance. What a nice fuck he was! The juice poured out of her cunt, drenching his cock and balls, churning into a lather as she continued fucking him. He still had her tit in his mouth. He looked so hungry for it. She giggled softly as she fucked

up and down.

Then, finally, she made it. She groaned and humped and brought herself off on his cock. She tossed around on his prick until she had him on the edge. Then she fucked hard, pounding up and down, fucking his cock to get the jism out of his balls.

He shot off. He groaned as the hot cum gushed out of his piss hole. She took his cumload in her cunt, watching his face, getting off on his pleasure. She could feel the wetness in her cunt and she loved it.