M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

Derek had one fist wrapped securely about his blood-engorged shaft and his hand was moving up and down over it.

Again, Charlene turned her eyes towards her mother – and found that she was putting the final touch on it. As she watched, Liz was slowly working her legs apart. Somehow she'd gotten the panties completely off her and they lay on the floor precisely beneath her slick twat like a shadow of her pubic hair.

Her ankles spread farther and farther apart. Charlene even imagined she could actually hear the wet sucking sound as her mother's cunt lips separated and finally gaped open in brazen invitation. Her hands were still on her ankles and Liz's upper body was bent very low. Her tits swung heavily down towards her chin, almost touching her own shoulders and her dark hair hung down to touch the carpet.

Liz brought her hands up along the insides of her dark stockinged legs till her fingers were at the very tops of her thighs. Her thumbs moved almost idly back and forth, rubbing the sensitive, nerve-covered outer edges of her pussy lips.

"Come here, lover," she whispered.

Like a man in a trance, Derek slid off the couch and onto his knees. He shuffled forward, eyes fixed on the pink gash of Liz's cunt. He bent a bit lower as he came closer – and then he was pressing his lips to the backs of her rounded thighs. Adoringly, he kissed his way higher, approaching the meal he so hungrily craved. And all the time, he maintained his tight-fisted grip on his cock, moving his hand faster and faster on it.

He pulled his head back from her, stared into the depths of her twat – and then plunged his face forward, burying his mouth and nose against her damp grotto.

Liz moaned, deep down in her throat. Her hands went flat onto the floor in front of her for support. She groaned again and then began grinding her pussy back into Derek's avidly licking and sucking mouth. Her leg muscles tensed and relaxed repeatedly, her ass cheeks clenched, and unclenched and her hips shivered. Even from where she stood at the edge of the living room doorway, Charlene could hear Derek's slurping and sucking.

"Fill me up, now, lover," Liz hissed from her position upside down through her legs.

Derek plunged his tongue far up her pussy one more time, then raised his head enough to lavish a long, sloppy stroke over the newly exposed pucker of her anus between her spread ass cheeks – and then climbed to his feet behind her. His prick brushed against the inside of her thighs.

"Yes! Hurry up! Hurry and get that cock inside me, dammit!"

But Derek had been tantalized and had decided to return the favor. Now it was his turn. Gripping his prick shaft now between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he pressed the head of his dong against Liz's swollen labia, then began rubbing it. Swiveling his hips as he had that first night when Charlene had covertly observed the two of them fucking each other's brains out, he was giving her pussy lips the most exquisite of all massages – with the velvety flesh at the tip of his prick.

"Ple-ee-ee-ease!" Liz grunted. "Please hurry!" There was a note of pleading in her sensuously lowered voice.

Derek lowered his aim slightly and began moving his hips back and forth. His cock was so stiff that it pressed upwards against her vulva and clitoris. The stiffened prong's broad upper back rubbed along the sensitive, nerve-covered female flesh, and Liz's hips bucked and shuddered with the pleasures of the sensations.

He was stroking her twat, stroking it as if he were fucking her -but not quite.

"Put it in me!" Liz whimpered, utterly submissive in her lusting to him. It was precisely that which Derek had been awaiting.

Charlene crept forward a half step to get a better view of the action, one hand unconsciously massaging her own pert pussy through the negligently parted front of her dressing robe. She was getting as turned on as either of them by watching. At that point, she no longer cared whether or not they spotted her.

"All right, baby – here it comes!" Derek muttered, sounding just slightly more than half loaded.

Now he guided the head of his prick back to the furry split between Liz's legs, placing it firmly against the separation of her cunt lips. He worked it forward, moving his hips from side to side, the tip of his rigid meat slowly, gradually working the swollen pussy open. He was forcing her lust-constricted cunt to accept the bulbous knob of his dick – and the progress of his prong into Liz's pussy was plainly presented by her palpitating responses.

"Oh – yes! – unh! – d – do it to me, you fucker! – unh!"

Steadily, bit by bit, his cock worked its way up into her twat, the thick shaft forcing the walls apart as it slid farther and farther into her body. The broad nut at the end of his meat drove deeper into her cunt than ever before, courtesy of her attitude before him.

Derek put both of his powerful hands on her quaking hips, fingers tightened on her flesh. He lunged, driving his hips forward and burying the rest of his cock completely inside her cunt sheath with a single twat-reaming stroke.

"Ohhhhhhhhh…" Liz groaned. Her legs shook. Her knees threatened to buckle. Her cunt lips were drawn tight about the broad base of Derek's dick and his balls swung forward to brush firmly against the thrusting nodule of her swollen clitoris. Her ripe, smooth ass cheeks were pressed flat against Derek's taut abdomen.

For long moments, he just held her tightly to him like that, moving his hips back and forth by mere fractions of an inch. Her cunt was like an oven, baking his meat deep inside her, and the juices were starting to boil in his balls.

Charlene shined forward a few more steps. Now she was no more than ten feet from the pair, in plain sight. The sash of her dressing gown had become completely loosened and the robe itself gaped wide open, exposing all of her luscious, nubile charms from her flawless, graceful throat past her creamy, swelling, heaving, cherry-red-tipped breasts to her fire-red-haired cunt. Her cunt, however, was partially concealed by her hand, moving and rubbing, fondling and kneading the swollen petals of her pussy flower. Her eyes were fixed on the juncture of the two adults in the center of the living room floor; she was oblivious to all else.

Derek was gradually increasing the depth and power of his pussy pumping, stroking steadily farther into the hungry cunt offered him by Charlene's mother. His own restraint was evident in the tremors constantly shaking his trim, athletic form. His trousers, unfastened at the waist, were sliding down his hard-muscled legs to his ankles.

Liz was trembling, too – with lust. She could feel Derek's cock finding and detonating all of the pleasure primer switches far, far inside her. He was plunging his prick into her tight twat with a power and urgency that left her no alternative but to let him have his way with her… not that she had the least objection to that: his way was also her way.

To wit: "Oh shit, yes, fuck it, get it, give me that cock, dammit! FUCK MEEEEeeeee…"

And so forth.

The pleasures grew and spread between her shivering hips. Each stroke of the potent prick inside her honey hole sent the sensations rippling outward through her body. Those ripples of pleasure quivered down her stockinged legs. Her knees finally buckled and Liz began sinking to the floor, easing her way down with the hands out before her.

Derek, locked within her tight quiet, had no choice but to drop to his knees behind her. To his credit, he never missed a beat, never skipped a stroke. He continued pumping the meat to Charlene's mother without a break, keeping his own unheard beat as he drummed his cock head against the firewall barrier of Liz's cervix deep inside her fiery hot vaginal channel.

But once the two of them were securely on the floor, he went to work on her with a redoubled vigor. Now his knuckles whitened with the intensity of his grip on Liz's hips, and the slapping impact of his abdomen on her firm, white ass cheeks. Each thrust jolted Liz. Her breasts, so large and heavy and ripe with her full-blooming womanhood, hung down almost to the floor.