M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

"What a stripper – uh! – I would have made, eh?"

"You sure would have, LIZ! Hooooo-boy!"

"I'd have 'em beatin' the meat in the front rows!"

"Yeah, shake it – shake it!" He clapped his hands raucously.

"Da-da-da-da-da-dedah!" Now she was bending at the waist, arms stretched straight in front of her and shoulders shaking. Her tits hung low when she did that – hung low and quivered, vibrated, the hard points of her nipples describing miniature circles in the air. And at the same time, she was working closer and closer to Derek – until finally she was shaking her tits before Derek at face level.

It was a temptation he was unable to resist. He reached out with both hands, palms upturned, and cupped the hanging masses of her creamy, warm flesh in his fingers, hefting and supporting the luxuriant masses of sensitive tit flesh.

Liz looked up at him without straightening, leaned forward and reached out to touch the tip of her tongue to his lips. "Later, lover, later," she husked to him.

Even from where she stood, Charlene could see Derek's dick bulge give an extra jerk at the brazen promise in her tone.

Derek bent his own head forward, lifting her tits to his lips and gently kissing each in turn. Then he gave them a last, loving squeeze and released her breasts.

Liz smiled vampishly and backed slowly off, still shaking her tits as she straightened.

Derek began rubbing the extended swelling of his prick, trapped within the material of his right trouser leg.

Now Liz no longer bothered accompanying her dance with any pretense at music – not even humming. Now she concentrated on the movements of her body, intending to arouse – that, and nothing else.

Slowly, her gyrations became less hectic, less frenetic. Now she drew out every undulation of her hips, every tasty shiver of her bare shoulders, every delicious shake of her naked tits.

Liz pulled her legs close together, then crossed her arms across her heaving breasts and put her hands on her shoulders crosswise. Demurely, she lowered her head, eyes closed. The Reluctant Virgin.

But her eyes opened, and her hands began sliding down over her lovely body. Down over her own upper arms, her forearms, and then her hands were slipping down over her bikini-panty-clad hips, across the brief, bare expanse of pale, cool upper thigh flesh to the sheer tops of her black stockings. Her palms flat against the nylon-clad flanks, her fingers splayed, she drew her hands slowly, caressingly upward.

Her hands came up to her hips. There her fingers accentuated the curve of her pelvic bones, the soft promise of her womanly hips. Then higher, resuming their journey, her hands found and traced the neat indentation of her trim waist.

His fingers were moving more rapidly across the throbbing lump in his pants now. Derek was plainly getting turned on.

Even Charlene herself, as yet undiscovered, observing the entire demonstration, found herself responding to what she was seeing.

Now Liz's hands were coming up over her ribs, slowly sliding to the front of her torso so they could cup beneath the ripe, swelling curves of her firm tits. Her breasts were flawless in their form, the tone of the mounded flesh perfect. Her fingers emphasized that perfection, just the tips grazing over the smooth, silken skin. She pressed her fingers together then, cupping her breasts.

Now she smiled softly down at her own tits, discovering, examining and approving them – as if all for the first time. Her fingers began to undulate, gently fondling the sensitive flesh. Her nipples, already stiffened, seemed to swell even more with hot blood. They looked to Charlene as if they were going to pop right off her big breasts with the pent-up pressure within them at any moment.

Her thumbs slowly separated from the other fingers, then her hands moved upwards. She caught the turgid points in her finger grip and ever so lightly tugged at her nipples. Then she began rolling them, tweaking them, squeezing them, pulling them so that the nozzles of her nipples themselves were drawn out and the aureole flesh about their bases puckered outward.

Liz slowly looked up, her expression one of steadily growing lust – and, somehow, of amazement, as if she'd never suspected she could become so utterly and wantonly turned on.

Now the movements of her hands were becoming more ambitious. Her fingers released the aching points of her nipples and she began rubbing her breasts, massaging them with ever more powerful circular motions. Her breasts flowed and rippled with the touch, again emphasizing their size and firm texture.

And all the while she was looking straight at Derek – whose hand was furiously massaging his cock's rigid length through his trouser leg. He'd slumped forward on the couch till he was barely resting on the edge, his legs sprawled wide open and the big bulge of his scrotum clearly visible through the taut material. He found her staring at him – and she reacted by parting her lush lips slightly and running the tip of her tongue over them in the most suggestive way she could.

Liz continued rubbing her tits with one hand – but the other slid south, heading down over her slightly mounded belly, her flat abdomen and slipping beneath the waistband of her black panties. That caused the waistband to slide down and reveal just the uppermost fringes of her soft, downy, curly pubic mat.

Within the crotch of the panties, the movements of her fingers were clearly outlined by the tight material. She was rubbing her pussy lips, inside and out, rubbing her labia and slowly zeroing in on the taut nodule of her clitoris. It was easy to tell when she reached the tip of her clit: her reaction gave her away. Her thighs shook, her knees seemed to weaken, her breasts and belly heaved and her eyes squeezed ecstatically shut.

Then she really turned it on.

Slowly, Liz turned her back on the couch. Charlene, from her angle, could see what Liz was doing but she could easily imagine the effect the sudden, concealing shift in attitude was having on Derek. All he'd be able to see was the firm roundness of her mother's creamy ass cheeks quivering and shaking beneath the abbreviated lace of the panties, the quaking of her mother's shapely thighs and legs, the play of muscle tensions through her hunched shoulders and back – and occasionally, the bulging of the crotch of the panties between her mother's legs as Liz's fingers probed ever lower to the entrance of her wet channel.

Simultaneously, her mother withdrew the hand from her panties and lowered her other hand from its tit massage. She slipped just the outstretched fingertips beneath the waistband on the outer swelling of her hips. Then, slowly swaying her luscious hips from side to side, she pushed her flimsy panties lower. They moved down off her hips, down over her thighs, down, down, down, revealing the full glory of her rich ass cheeks and the tangle of dark curls shadowing the juncture of her thighs.

Her arms were straight, her shoulders slumped, her panties and rolled band of black about her legs – and then Liz began bending forward, away from Derek, at the waist. The panties pushed still lower. Her legs, pressed tightly together, drew taut as she bent. Her ass thrust towards his widening eyes. And the pink lips of her hairsurrounded cunt swung slowly into view.

Her panties were around her ankles and her bare feet, her stockinged legs a dusky shadowed expanse of sleek flesh – and from between the pale skin at the tops of her thighs, there was the wetly glistening pinkness of her swollen cunt lips.

Charlene looked back to Derek to see his reaction to the lascivious display – and found that he'd unzipped his pants and worked the rigid length of his fully erected cock out of his fly. If anything, it seemed larger than ever to her and as she watched it, she was quite sure she could see it literally pulsing and palpitating. His dick was swelling and jerking like an animal with the scent of food in its nose – and the food was peering back at it from between her mother's thighs!