Carl Ross - Boy-loving Mother

When I walked out on the dock in my bikini… my big soft tits almost falling out of my halter… and the bottom half barely covering my bushy cunt… the kids all whistled and stared.

"Jeez, Mrs. Burgess, you're all right!" cried out Keith Sampson, the patrol leader. "If I was a little older, I'd ask you for a date!"

I was standing right next to him on the dock, and I noticed that he had by far the biggest bulge in his swim trunks. His crotch was just overloaded with hard, straining cock and big, balloon-like balls. He'd been in the water, and his firm, well-built young body was dripping with droplets of lake water. He was a picture of sensuous youth and my cunt churned with excitement as stood next to him.

Moving closer, I looked him straight in the eye, my thigh and my soft tit brushing lightly against his damp skin as I spoke. "Age isn't really important, Keith," I said huskily. "What matters is whether there is the right chemistry between a woman's body and that of her lover. Sometimes a younger boy can be just what an older woman needs."

I was breathing heavily by now, and I felt heavy, delightfully erotic goose pimples all over my body. My shapely curves were engulfeel in them, and Keith must have noticed.

I heard him gasp softly, his heart pounding hard, his eyes a little wide. "That sounds very interesting, Mrs. Burgess, " he said knowingly. "I'll have to look into that." His eyes were right on my cunt as he spoke. I wondered if he meant he'd look into my thoughts about older women and yonger boys… or if he'd look

into my cunt. I hoped it would be both.

Right then, I had an impulse that was unusual, even for a horny cunt like me. "Let's go in the water," I said. "I'll race you out to the floating deck over there! Last one there is a fag!" I knew that would get him, and it did.

We swam briskly, almost neck and neck, the fifty feet to the dock. He beat me by about two yards, which I let him do, because that was part of my plan. He grasped the dock, staying in the water, and I came up behind him, underwater, and firmly grasped his hard cock and those big, beautiful balls.

True, he still had his swim trunks on, but he was so startled that it was easy for me to get behind him and come around his body with my other hand, still underwater, and slip it down the band at the top of the trunks.

I quickly shifted hands and got his whole meaty, throbbing-hard young cock right in my hand. It was like a hard snake. Big around. Beating like an overtaxed heart. Full of youthful vitality, with a wide, smooth cockhead that felt like velvet against my soft fingers.

I rubbed my fist up and down on his confined prick and got my other hand down inside his trunks, too, and began stroking his hot,

soft balls.

Since I was behind him, with my arms wrapped around his taut, quivering body, my big tits were pressed hard against his back. My legs were stroking softly against his ass and thighs… and my cunt ground seductively against his asscheeks.

"Feel good, baby?" I snickered. "Like to fuck a horny lady twice your age? Want to show me what a good fucking a patrol leader can give a hot, wet cunt?"

He was so shocked so surprised and full of aching desire, that he couldn't even answer me at first. But his hot young cock was doing all the talking I needed to hear… or feel.

His sweet prick was so fucking hard I thought it would snap off in my hand. He was gasping for breath as he treaded water, and his cock just got hotter and hotter!

"Yes, my God, yes!" he finally blurted. "But not here. Not in the water. I want to fuck you where we can do it right. I want to fuck you so bad I can already feel your cunt-flesh rubbing against my cock! " He hesitated, then added, "And Mrs. Burgess, would you do something else? Will you suck my cock? I'd like that a lot. I'd love to have you suck my cock!''

He stared at me wide-eyed, almost begging, as though getting his hard prick in my mouth was everything in the world to him.

I smiled benevolently. "Of course, my darling young stud," I said. "I'll suck your cock. You only have to promise that you'll let me have all the cum I can possibly swallow!"

After lights out in the camp that night, I snuggled into my little tent alone and lay expectantly on top of my sleeping bag-bare-assed. My cunt was hot and wet and ready. My tits hummed with excitement. I waited for Keith to come and fuck my cunt.

It was nearly midnight when I heard the tent flap rustle and saw his brawny, luscious body slip inside.

"I thought you'd never get here, my

darling," I murmured. "I've been longing to feel your cock fucking into my cunt. I'm desperate for a good, deep, hard fuck!"

He slipped his clothes off hurriedly and joined me on my sleeping bag. His cock was so beautifully hard and long. It rubbed against my thigh as he moved on top of me and pressed his lips to mine.

I wrapped my arms around my young lover's neck and pulled him to me, opening my mouth and letting him shove his hot tongue deep inside. I sucked on his tongue and ran my fingers up and down his back as he cupped one of my hot tits in his fingers and squeezed hard, pinching my nipple and making me squirm with delight.

His hand went quickly down to my crotch and his fingers slipped through my thick blonde cunt-hair. He rubbed his hand gently over my whole crotch and set off sparks of erotic pleasure all through my loins.

"Ohh, that feels wonderful, sweetheart," I moaned. "Keep on doing that! Your hands are so gentle, and they turn me on… make me sooo… hot!"

He was breathing hard, almost panting, with passionate emotion. His nostrils flared, and he stared at me wide-eyed as be fingered

my cunt and pawed at my hot tits.

Then his head lowered to my nipple and he took one of them greedily into his lips and began sucking hard. My whole areola tingled, and my nipple-already hard-grew bigger and more erect under his urgent, hot sucking.

His tongue flicked over my nipple time and time again as he sucked. His lips were covering the nipple completely and he kept them firmly clamped on my trembling tit as I began to squirm and run my fingers through his hair.

I hugged his bobbing head to my tit, delighted beyond belief that I had found another horny and well-hung teenage stud to fuck me.

And Keith obviously was old enough to have had some fuck-experience before. I doubted that he had ever fucked anybody my age, but he certainly knew what he was doing… and he sucked tit very well indeed! I only hoped he fucked as well.

It would be awhile before I found out, though, because the next thing I knew he had abandoned my tits and was licking his way right down to my crotch.

Down over my tummy he lapped fervently, setting off chills of rapture that sent goose pimples all over my arms and legs. He didn't

dawdle. He moved right along, licking over my loins-back and forth, from side to side-and then down over my shapely thighs… and then right into my furry, twitching pussy.

I felt overjoyed. I hadn't dared to dream that he would go for my cunt right away. I thought I'd have to coax him into licking my clit and my red-hot cunt-lips. I'd found another sweet lover who could set my loins on fire and give me all the good cunt-licking I needed so much.

I strained and stretched my legs as far apart as I could, hooking one heel up on a tent support, the other across the bare ground, nearly touching the other tent wall.

He moved in between my legs, flat on his belly, and went to work in earnest on my hot cunt with his wet flailing tongue.

He worked closer to my clit, every flick of his agile tongue sending my head into a spin. I couldn't focus on a thing but the hot lust in my desperately horny, hot pussy.

Cunt-juice was saturating my cunt, seeping out into my pussy-hair, wetting my crotch with a sticky, sweet goo that Keith lapped up wildly.