M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

This time it fell freely from her luscious body, puddling about her ankles.

She stood naked, fully revealed to him.

"You're beautiful," he rasped, voice reverent. "Just beautiful."

His eyes took in her loveliness. Her flesh seemed to glow with her arousal, the normally luminescent quality of her complexion heightened by her lust. Her breasts, so large and firm, precociously developed yet taut with her youth, heaved rapidly, capped by her stiffened nipples. Her breasts were rounded in their form, and the sleek, smooth, swelling undercurves demanded to be kissed and laved.

Derek sat up on the bed, leaned his head at a sharp angle and licked his tongue along the perfect lower curves of her breasts.

Charlene shuddered at the fiery touch of his slick oral muscle. Her hand moved over his hard-muscled body, seeking his cock once again as she bent at the waist. The exercise-tightened muscles rippled sinuously over her belly and abdomen and Derek opened his mouth to suck one vibrant nipple inside.

Charlene moaned at the sensation. His lips concaved as he sucked. She felt his tongue flickering back and forth across the stiffened spike of blood-engorged flesh. Charlene brought her free hand up over the back of his neck and her fingers tangled into his dark hair, forcing his mouth forward, forcing more of her delectable breast into his avidly working mouth.

Derek brought both hands up to grip her tits. They filled his hands completely and more. He squeezed them carefully, testing the firm resilience of the wondrous mounds of flesh. Charlene's knees seemed to become rubbery beneath her as Derek pulled his head back. He pressed both of the creamy hillocks of tit flesh together and then took bath of her protuberant nipples into his lips at once.

"Oh, yes, yes, do that" Charlene hissed excitedly.

He lavished his oral attentions on both breasts for long moments, then released them. His hands went about her slim waist and drew her towards him. Derek shifted on the bed till he was sitting on its edge, his feet flat on the floor and Charlene standing between them. His mouth went lower on her, his lips pressing softly to her stomach and abdomen.

She shivered as his hands slipped down over the small of her back to cover her pert, firmly molded ass cheeks. His fingers dug into them, parted the hillocks of spongy flesh and forced her hips forward.

"With that lovely hair," he muttered against her abdomen, meaning the strands lightly furring her pubic mound and pussy, "it looks like you're on fire down there."

She was.

Charlene mouthed silent obscenities as she felt his chin nuzzle her aggressively thrusting pubis. His hands worked below her ass, down to her firm, quivering thighs. Derek let himself slip lower, slouching on the edge of the waterbed as he drew her legs still wider apart and forced her forward over him.

"I want to eat your pussy, Charlene," he breathed against the sensitive flesh of her upper, inner left thigh.

The touch of his lips there, so close to her slavering little pussy, sent a spasm of anticipatory tension rushing through her overheated form. Charlene thought she'd go out of her mind with the want of that intimate oral caress. Just the idea of having a man use his mouth on her cunt, on her labia, on her clitoris drove her into paroxysms of want. But the thought of having such a knowing and experienced man as Derek to do it -!

"Yes," she managed to whisper, "yes, do it, do it – suck it!"

She needn't have wasted her breath; he was going to get a mouthful of her delicious nooky if it was the last thing he did.

Her shins hit the edge of the waterbed frame. He kept pulling her forward. Her knees buckled. She knelt on the undulating surface of the waterbed, her legs straddling his head – - and the savory morsel of her cunny resting right in his mouth.

"Oh – oh – oh – " she groaned as his lips tightened about her labia. His tongue-tip moved up and down in the split of her slit, trilling over all the aroused nerves, sending little shocks of pleasure rippling through her. She grimaced with joy, half doubling above him, catching herself on her outstretched arms even as his hands slid up over her back then moved around to catch and clutch at the hanging masses of her tits.

Derek's tongue probed and explored all of the damp, slick sweetness of her cunt. Charlene thought she was going to die with the pleasure of it. She could feel the wet mouth separating her pussy petals and sliding up into the vestibule of her quim, spreading the constricted walls. His upper lip was moving against the ultra-sensitive tip of her protruding clitoris, rolling it about within its moist, fleshy sheath.

At the same time, she felt his hands fondling her luscious tits, his fingers toying with her taut nipples.

The sensations were roiling through her body, inflaming her already lust-fogged brain.

He moved his head beneath her, fastening his knowing lips to the bud of her clitoris. He sucked on the nubbin furiously, moving the tip of his tongue gently back and forth across it. The tongue-lashing gradually picked up in both speed and intensity. Soon, his oral extension was snapping over the tip of her clitoris as if he intended to wear it down to a blunt base and nothing more.

But the effect it had on Charlene was literally shattering. She jerked and shook above him, her slender hips moving spastically up and down.

He began alternating, first licking and sucking at her little pink clitoris and then bringing his lips back to fasten over her vagina. His tongue drove deeper up into her gash with every cycle until Charlene was certain he meant to scoop out her womb with his talented tongue.

And all the time, his fingers were squeezing and tugging at her tits as if he intended to milk them.

Suddenly, his hand moved from her breasts, went to her hips. Derek rolled her over, swinging himself above her. His head stayed between her legs as she ended up on her back with the long lower limbs stretched out over the edge of the bed and her heels rested far apart on the floor. Her legs shook and kicked as he continued to eat her out. Her hands went to the back of his head, tugging him forward as though she wanted to pull his head up inside her throbbing slit.

Derek brought his hands up to grip and spread her quivering thighs still more. He lifted her legs, slung them over his shoulders. Charlene felt her cunt opening before him, to him, welcoming each new invasion of his tongue up into her palpitating pussy. He raised himself, moved forward till her knees bent at his shoulders and her heels trailed against his back. As he pushed up over her, her thighs actually pressed up and crushed her luscious tits back against her.

And at the same time, his cock was being maneuvered slowly into place – into the place just vacated by his perpetually moving tongue.

"Am, fuck me, Derek," she breathed. "C'mon and fuck me!"

Which was precisely what Derek planned on doing – had planned on doing from the first time he'd caught a look at the daughter of the ripe woman he'd been cramming.

He was an expert, Derek was, well-versed and plentifully experienced in the art of fucking. He didn't need to use his fingers to guide his well-practiced prick to the gates of Charlene's burning cunt. A rapid, lithe shift of his hips, a sudden move forward and – presto! – the tip of his rigid reamer was pressing firmly against Charlene's blood-engorged little labia.

She heaved her hips up at him as well as she was able, eager and more to feel his thick dick sliding home into her well-oiled twat. This was what it was all about, the way it was supposed to be!

"Hurry up!" she gasped, shimmying her nubile hips to quicken the insertion. The movement wedged the lips of her cunt open against Derek's dong. He pushed forward – and she felt the thick, swollen nut sliding into the first, hot strictures of her gash.