M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

Charlene watched her mother move her head closer to Derek's spent prick. Her tongue moved lightly, caressingly over the tender tip flesh, gently laving it. She leaned her head still farther forward and Derek let his legs slip apart to grant her access to the obvious object of her intentions – his balls.

Sure enough, her mother began licking the base of Derek's dick and then went still lower. Her tongue wriggled sinuously over the wrinkled, hairy sack of flesh holding his balls. She put one hand between his legs. Her index finger moved against his scrotum between the loosely floating orbs of his oversized balls, tightening his ball sack about them, lifting and spreading them.

Charlene's mother opened her mouth wide, pressed forward – and actually sucked one of Derek's testicles into her mouth.

Charlene just stared, even the pussy-fucking finger momentarily motionless. She'd never actually seen anything like that before. What was it like to have a man's ball in your mouth? she wondered. What did it feel like and how did it taste?

Her mother sucked on the captive testicle, her tongue sliding around and over it. Charlene could see that already Derek's dick was beginning to resurrect. The long, limber chunk of drained meat was hardening, swelling once again.

Her mother shifted between his legs, releasing the first and sucking in the second testicle, treating it to the same exciting mouth action.

At the same time, Charlene watched her mother bring one hand up to grip Derek's reviving dong. Her fingers curled about it and she began moving her fist up and down over it. Derek's trim hips were starting to jerk and shudder with the pleasures and want her mouth and hand were once more inspiring.

And Charlene's single slender digit was once again moving in her tight young cunt, stroking back and forth in imitation of the fucking she so greatly desired and so richly deserved.

Her mother moved back, releasing his balls. She slid her fist down to the base of his prick and bent the rigid cock down towards her mouth – and then once again sucked the head of his dick between her lips.

But this time she had no intention of drinking his hot fuck juice.

This time, the mouth action was only additional preparation for what her mother really wanted most of all.

To be fucked.

Charlene watched as her mother's hand went to his hips and began urging him lower on the bed. Derek didn't really need the urging, not when confronted with such a lovely pussy – especially when that pussy was eager to receive the full length of his turgid cock.

He moved quickly to cover her mother's well-rounded form with his own muscular body. Her mother's legs spread quickly, widely, her knees bent and her feet flat on the shifting surface of the waterbed. Both of her mother's hands were between their perspiring bodies, finding and gripping the shaft of Derek's raging prick, guiding it to the center of her hot womanhood – her twat.

"Ooooh, yes, yes, fuck me!"

Her mother's words came out in a gasp, almost a gurgle of pleasure as she felt the head of Derek's dick dip into her cunt. The knob stretched her labia wonderfully, drawing them taut. As he sank into her, his long, wickedly throbbing prick pulsating with hot blood and boiling semen, she felt every little bump and irregularity in the surface.

"Aaaaah – that's it!"

Charlene couldn't believe that it was her mother – her mother! -talking and acting like that. To be sure, she'd known her mother took lovers since she'd first learned the facts of life seven years before. And her mother had brought her boyfriends home with her before, too -even had one or two sleep over without the least attempt at concealing the fact.

But never had she ever dreamed that her mother, the career woman with the sharp mind and crisp, businesslike manner, could ever be so quickly and thoroughly transformed into a naked, writhing mass of nerves and flesh!

She watched, eyes wide and fixed on the reflected forms in the mirror. Her legs still bent, her mother was gripping Derek's trim hips with the insides of her thighs while simultaneously throwing her hips up to meet his little lurches.

But as his cock became thoroughly lubricated with the effusive secretions on the inside of her mother's cunt, Derek's strokes began to pick up in both speed and intensity. Faster, deeper, stronger – and all the time, her mother was meeting him shot for shot, humping back up at him with all her strength. The sounds of the wet genitals slurping and sliding together, the sound of wet abdominal flesh slapping together, the sound of balls smacking up against the crease of her mother's rich, firm buttocks – all of those sounds filled Charlene's ears.

And their effect went directly to her cunt.

She plunged the invading finger into her own pussy as deeply as she could. Charlene had all but stripped her cherry completely away with a variety of slim objects over the past few years of experimentation -and frustrated horniness.

She wriggled the digit inside her twat, feeling the walls of her quim close on the intruder and grip it. Her eyes, half-closed and heavy-lidded, were fixed on the meeting point of the loins of her mother and her mother's lover, seeking and savoring every least, quick glimpse of the thick, bumpy shaft of flesh working in and out of the slot between her mother's legs. How Charlene wished it were her own cunt Derek's prick was reaming! She tried to imagine what that would feel like, what pleasure centers his big cock could find and detonate that were beyond the realm of her slender fingers.

Inside the bedroom, the pace was changing. Now Derek was varying the speed and depth of his strokes. First he jammed the full length of his penis into her mother's hot cunt, then he pulled back an inch or so and battered at her with four or five quick, sharp strokes that were powerful enough to jolt her mother's entire body beneath him.

But then he slowly withdrew all but the head of his dick. Beneath him, Charlene's mother was arching her hips and exposed gash up to him hungrily, her pelvis rolling and her ass cheeks tensing powerfully with the sensations and needs rushing through her.

He held himself there, restrained above her. Just the thick knob of his dong was locked inside her hungry pussy grip – but he was getting the most from ft.

Derek began swinging his hips above Charlene's mother, describing circles in the air above her. Inside her quim, his cockhead was rubbing, pressing and grinding against her cunt walls from every conceivable direction, stretching and drawing tight her pussy lips in ways few women ever get to know. Again and main, the top of his hard prick shaft actually ground against her mother's swollen, protruding clitoral tip – and her mother responded with loud, guttural groans and vain attempts to jab her pussy up onto more of his stiff dick.

Her mother's body was like a human bridge, with her pelvis the high point in the span. Again and again the woman threw her hips up to her fucker but he was in control – and wasn't about to relinquish it.

Slowly, then, Derek pushed perhaps an inch of his penis into her slavering cunt – and no more. Charlene's mother became like a woman possessed.

"Yes-yes – that's it – that's – NO! DON'T STOP! MORE! More -oh, fuck me, dammit fuck meeee…"

Hearing her mother beg to be fucked so passionately only made Charlene all the hotter for it herself. She thrust her slim finger all the way up into her own sweet little slot – only to find that was a pale substitute for the real thing she craved.

"Please, Derek, please," her mother pleaded.

Derek grinned down at her in the dim illumination. His hips continued moving around and around, now also thrusting up and down a bit at the same time.

"Ohhhhh, pleaaaaaase," she groaned.