M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

Tim groaned out loud, his fingers clenching into hard-knuckled fists.

And she hadn't even realty gone to work on him yet! Charlene knew she was in the presence of a master – mistress? – of the art of arousing the male of the species. She almost wished she had a note pad with her. She had a hell of an opportunity to learn.

Her mother had opened her mouth. Her tongue slowly stretched out, the end curving upward. She brought the underside of the tip into contact with that purplish knob flesh and barely moved it in the smallest of circles. Tim groaned again. Charlene couldn't blame him. Her mother had carefully arranged herself so that everything she did would be perfectly visible to the young man. He was getting a voyeur's view of his own seduction.

Watching, Charlene was surprised at something else: the reach and agility of her mother's tongue. She couldn't believe the length of her mother's mouth muscle as it stretched far out from between the glistening lips, or its mobility as it began moving around and around Tim's thick, swollen knob.

Wow! Wish I had one like that! she thought wistfully. She made a mental note to ask her mother about it… in the unlikely event that they were on anything like speaking terms when the whole encounter was done with.

Her mother was moving her entire upper body slowly forward – as if she were reeling in her tongue. But always, she was carefully keeping herself bent low so that it was necessary for her to tilt her head back somewhat on her graceful neck, thereby ensuring that Tim was afforded a continuing view of the proceedings.

In case he lost track of what was going on.

And then her mother's mouth was fastening to the end of the young man's cock. Her lips spread slowly against the velvety surface of his glans, opening always wider – until she'd fastened her mouth about his knob.

With a sudden bob forward, she had all of that throbbing meat inside.

Tim's reaction was a bit passive for Charlene's taste – his reaction above the waist, that is. He merely let his jaw sag open, his eyes squeeze shut and his neck tighten with tension.

Her mother began moving her head slowly backwards and forwards, varying the speed and scope of her movements. Time and again she swallowed his prick into her mouth – only to pull away till barely half his glans was still locked in her oral grip. Her hands moved continuously, caressing the animal-perfect bulges of his sides, his stomach, his abdomen, his ass and his thighs.

Soon, Tim's hips were jerking back and forth in time to her mother's movements. Charlene could see the heavy round spheres of his balls moving within their fleshy sac as his scrotum drew up even tighter between his legs. Tim was well on his way to his explosion.

But her mother was not done with him – not yet.

Now her mother was sliding her hands around the backs of his thighs, fingering his testicles easily. Occasionally she actually cupped and lifted them and when she did that, Tim's pelvis shot forward with additional force.

But then she stopped – everything. Tim looked to be on the verge of collapse. Before he could open his eyes or martial his resources to say anything, though, her mother had separated his legs, inched farther forward till she was actually between them, leaned way back, supporting herself on her arms – and taken one of his balls into her gaping mouth.

Oh, wow!

This time, Tim didn't even groan – he gurgled. Pitifully. His left testicle was being sucked and laved simultaneously, superheating the male sap. Though her mother's hands weren't anywhere near his cock, it was swelling still more, turning a deep purple in color – and gave every indication that it was about to explode.

Her mother shifted to the other testicle, repeating the procedure. Tim gripped his cock with his own hand, his fingers clenching about his meat and his fist beginning to move up and down the length of it.

And then she took both of his balls inside.

Tim's fist moved faster and faster. His hips jerked rapidly, restrained only by the suction of her mother's mouth on his balls. The muscles of his legs rippled and clenched – and then he began coming.

The first gob of creamy sperm shot halfway across the room and spattered against the frame of the waterbed. The second shot beyond that, staining the bedspread. The third hit the halfway point and the rest came out in a single long, ropy geyser that left a trail of semen right up to her mother's head – where it matted her hair.

His knees buckled and he began to sink to the floor. Charlene's mother lowered herself with him, still refusing to relinquish her grip. Only at the last minute, just before she would have been pinned to the floor by Tim's straddling, weakening legs with his newly emptied balls crushed into her mouth, her mother slithered out of the way.

The boy knelt, slumped, over, gasping for breath, with his hands on his thighs. Charlene's vision telescoped in to focus on his limp cock before she glanced over to find her mother looking smug and superior as she sat on the edge of the waterbed frame.

Charlene knew she had her work cut out for her.

It was a hell of a touch act to follow – but Charlene was determined.

And horny. Watching her mother perform with Tim had turned her on even more. Charlene's ever-seething imagination was in overdrive.

But where do I start? Hell, he shot enough jism to drown a moose.

Her eyes fixed on the sight of Tim's sperm-slimed dong and in her mind, the associative memory links snapped into place… until she was no longer looking at Tim's fist-fucked prick but Derek's, as it had looked after she'd sucked him off.

She remembered…

Moving with a feline ease that accentuated every curve and lovely nuance in her nubile young body, Charlene stepped out of her shoes and flowed sinuously towards the slumped young stud.

Charlene stopped in front of him. Her palms caressed her own sleek flanks, sliding upwards to emphasize the slimness of her still-girlish hips and the tininess of her trim waist. Still higher, and her hands were curving outward to emphasize the thrust of her abundant tits.

Tim's head came up, eyes following her hands the way a moth follows a flame.

Using just the tips of her fingers, Charlene began massaging her breasts through the tight double-knit halter. Her nipples, already prominent, throbbed and stiffened till they threatened to pop right through the material. Slowly, drawing out the moment, Charlene hooked her thumbs over the upper hem of the halter and rolled it down. The fabric was tighter about her, pressing mercilessly into the soft flesh of her ripe young jugs, but that only highlighted their cushiony, creamy fullness.

Tim's eyes were once more fully opened – but his limp prick still gave no signs of imminent revival.

Charlene moved forward till her crotch was only inches from Tim's upturned face and her feet were very nearly straddling his folded legs.

And then she began to move.

At first Charlene did nothing more than let her hips rock slowly, almost demurely from side to side. But the movement picked up, gained complexity. Each rock ended with a little forward jerk, then the center point of the pendulum movement was marked with a hint of a roll. Within seconds, Charlene's hips were rocking, jerking, swaying, rolling, bumping – and best of all, grinding downward as though she were riding a hard young cock.

Precisely what she wanted to be doing.

Each little bump sent the tightly encased mound of her pubis snapping forward towards Tim's slowly sagging jaws. She could see his nostrils flaring, knew that his brain was excited even if his cock had yet to show any sighs of it. She let her hands go to her hips and drew her shorts up higher on her torso. The crotch seam was spreading her moist, sensitive pussy lips, highlighting that delicious division – and the crotch of the shorts was rapidly darkening with her effusive cunt lubrications.