M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

Numbly – except for the stiff prong between his legs – Derek did as she told him, lifting his hips from the love seat so Charlene could work the pants and briefs down off his torso. He let himself back down and Charlene pulled the constricting garments down about his ankles.

Once again, her fingers moved to the shaft arching out from the clump of thick, wiry, pubic hair between his muscular legs. Derek groaned deep in his throat as her hand closed on the overheated skin of his prick.

"Ummmm – looks just yummy," she breathed. She was holding his cock tightly in her fist and bent it forward until the pee-hole slit in the tip separation of the large, meaty, bifurcated glans was pointing at a spot right between her eyes.

Like a gun, ready to go off, she thought.

Charlene spread his legs and leaned forward, chin thrust forward and lips puckered. Gently, lightly, she pressed them to the tip of his cock staff in a soft kiss.

"Cripes," Derek breathed in an agonized voice.

Can't he say anything else?

She lifted his prick's angle back up towards its natural inclination, i.e., about forty-five degrees upwards, and began moving her soft, lush lips down the underswelling curve of the shaft. Charlene let her lips open just slightly and the tip of her tongue slipped between to tease and move on the tautly stretched skin of his rigid dick. Derek's hips jerked up and forward. He began slouching down on the loveseat, his legs opening still wider and his genitals inching towards her welcoming mouth.

Charlene's fist began moving up and down over his prick in short, sharp motions covering no more than an inch in either direction. Her lips were halfway down the underside of his cock, approaching the wrinkled sac at the base of the dark, swollen shaft when she again bent his cock's angle – this time to one side.

She had a whole new side of meat to work on.

Charlene fell on the left side of his shaft with the ardor of a starving woman suddenly offered food. This time she let her imagination roam – and followed it. Her jaws opened still wider. She began nipping the heavy bar of flesh with the utmost care between her even, gleaming white teeth – and just for variety, even now and then she fastened her full, soft young lips firmly to a section of cock and sucked. She really enjoyed Derek's reaction to that: not too different from a man in the first stages of coronary arrest.

By the time she moved his cock to the other side and began mouthing the right length of prick, Derek was slouching his hips so far forward that just the rearmost part of his hard muscled ass cheeks remained on the edge of the love seat. His thighs shook and his pelvis jerked in sharp little spasms of arousal.

Once more, she employed tongue, teeth and lips halfway down the side of his throbbing cock till her lips were brushing the edge of her clenched fist on his prick, and then she moved on back towards the tip of his prick.

Finally, Charlene started to force the stiffly swollen bar of cock flesh down, against its tendency to stand stiffly upwards at an angle from his groin. But it would literally go on so far that way – and no more. Rather than chance hurting him – and causing him to lose his wonderfully thick erection – Charlene instead straightened up.

Leaning forward over his penis, Charlene momentarily abandoned all use of lips and teeth – and concentrated instead on employing her agile tongue. Stiffening her mouth muscle till the tip was a hard little pointed flash of glistening pink, she shifted her grip on his dick till she was holding it down near the base with thumb and forefinger. She could feel his pubic rug against the daintily opened palm of her hand.

Slowly, with excruciating self-restraint, Charlene trilled her tongue-tip slowly down the length of his dick, then worked her way up till she reached the depressed little ring in the flesh just behind the bulbous glans. She felt his prick jerking and swelling beneath her tongue touch and knew she was having precisely the effect that she wanted to have: turning him on till he couldn't refuse her needs any longer.

Once more, she worked her tongue towards the base of his dick -but this time her strokes differed. This time, Charlene pressed her lascivious tongue against the upper flesh of his shaft till the pink muscle flattened on it. Licking in long, sensuous, drawn-out strokes, she attacked the heavy length of aroused flesh as though it were a popsicle of extraordinary size and taste and she had to hurry and finish it before it melted from the heat.

Derek's hand, visible to her from the corners of her eyes, were clenched into tight balls of fists.

Really got him going now, she thought elatedly – and then realized that she, herself, was also going pretty well.

Once more, she got herself a fist-grip on the shaft of his cock -noting, as she did so, how thick his prick was – and pressed her lips to the feverishly throbbing glans. But this time she pressed her head forward, moving the dick from side to side till her lips had been forced apart and the velvety flesh was rubbing from side to side across her even teeth.

Like brushing my teeth, she thought. If she could brush her teeth with a Derek-cock, she'd more than willingly brush after every meal -and snack – and in the morning – and at night – and even make excuses to brush!

She let the moving prick tip force her teeth open and then move between. Charlene fastened her lips to his shaft and for a moment did nothing beyond allowing the heat of her mouth to do its work on his cock.

"Oh, jeez, yeah, baby," Derek growled. His hands came down to grip the sides of her head, fingers twining into her rich titian tresses.

Charlene was, at that point, as thoroughly aroused as Derek. Her mouth was well filled with his glans. She could feel every fresh pulse of blood through it. She tightened her lips slightly and felt a surge of triumph at his reactions: a sudden surging of heat through his meat, a sudden lurching of his hips, a sudden tightening of the flesh of his well-filled scrotum.

Charlene began moving her tongue about the swollen chunk of male meat in her mouth, tasting it, savoring its thickness and softness and hardness at the same time. She turned her head slightly to one side, letting her teeth press against the side of his glans, then the other way. Her mouth filled with saliva. She swirled it about his cock head, bathing it with her spit.

Derek's fingers tightened convulsively at the sides of her head. He tugged her face forward and first an inch, then another of his prick sank into her mouth. She welcomed it – now she had just that much more cock to suck.

Charlene pulled her head back then, lips still tight about his prick. She felt the hard shaft sliding between them just as she had felt that same hard shaft sliding between her lower lips, the lips of her pussy, the week before. And strangely enough, the sensation seemed to excite her just as much as it had the week before.

His hands were pulling her head forward again, this time more strongly. Charlene didn't fight it until she felt the thick bulb of his glans pressing at the constriction in the back of her throat, felt herself starting to gag on the throbbing morsel. Then she jerked her head back from him – only to have him tug her forward once again.

The motion was repeated, over and over again, until Charlene's head was bobbing rapidly back and forth over the end of Derek's dick. His cock was becoming coated with her saliva. It gleamed beneath her whipping hair, gleamed almost as much as it throbbed.

Charlene could sense the juice rising inside him. The idea of having him explode in her mouth wasn't in the least repulsive. She wanted to drink the scum, to feel his sperm filling her mouth. She wanted to swallow his load and have it pour down into her heaving belly. The focus of her efforts was no longer to arouse him till he fucked her slavering twat. Now the aim of her act was to make him come, to give him pleasure and thus take her own. She knew she wouldn't get an orgasm for herself out of it, but the importance of that consideration had somehow receded into the back of her mind.