M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

Again, she improvised, as her fist began shuttling slowly up and down over the length of his dong.

"It was late summer," she said, hand moving, "just after my birthday and just before school started."

As she spoke, she moved slowly backwards, gradually backing towards the conversation pit sofa. He followed her.

"It was the year before you moved into the area and it was very hot."

She loved the feel of his hard-on beneath her fingers.

"I was swimming in the pool of the thirtieth floor of the building. It was late, nearly eleven, and it was almost deserted – except for the pool guard and one of his friends."

She felt the edge of the couch cushions against the backs of her knees, gracefully lowered herself to sit.

"He was watching me all night. Maybe it was the way I was dressed."

"What were you wearing?" Sal asked hoarsely.

"A pair of bikini bottoms – and an old white teeshirt. My breasts were really just starting to develop then. They weren't as big as they are now."

She was sitting, facing him, looking right at his cock – and it seemed to Charlene almost as if his prick was staring right back at her with the cyclopean eye of the pee-hole slit in the glans. As she spoke, she slowly loosened the sash of her top and let it swing open, exposing her gorgeous tits to his hungry eyes. He feasted on them, devouring the perfection of their curves, the saucy uptilt of her stiffened little nipples, the melonlike firmness of the mounds of milky white flesh.

Slowly, she brought her free hand up and let her fingers slightly caress the underside of one thrusting, snowy hillock, emphasizing the gentle fullness of the well-developed tit.

"Gawd, they're beautiful," Sal managed to mutter. He stared at them as though he'd never seen a woman's naked boobs before.

"My breasts weren't nearly this large," she repeated, halfencircling one jug with her hand and lifting and squeezing it by way of illustration. She bent her head down and licked out her tongue, barely grazing the taut little spike of pink nipple flesh. Then she looked up at him, saw his eyes locked onto her. "They've always been supersensitive – even then," she whispered. "The cold water in the pool made the nipples get all hard and pointy – like they are now." Again she bent her head and teased the turgid little peak with her wet tongue. She felt an answering gush of warmth through her cunt.

"I saw the guard watching me. He was eighteen. His name was – " She stopped. "It doesn't matter."

"You know who it was?" Sal asked – and then gasped as his cock was treated to a sudden, rapid shuttling by her fingers.

"Sure," she answered, squeezing tightly about the base of his dick. "But we didn't prosecute."

"Cripes – oh, shit!"

Again her fingers had tightened about his dick shaft. At the same time, her free hand had moved to open the waist of his pants. The jeans fell to the floor about his ankles. She relinquished her grip on his click long enough to work his briefs down off his hips and about his thighs.

And then her fingers were once more wrapped about the angry erection throbbing from his loin.

"He watched me for a while. Then he asked me if I knew how to do the butterfly stroke. I told him I didn't and he said he'd show me. When he stood up on the chair I saw this big bulge inside his lifeguard swimming trunks. I knew what those things were all about but – but I'd never actually seen one before."

Which was a blatant lie on her part. She'd seen hard male cock before, all right. She'd loved watching from her bedroom window as the couple in the building across the courtyard fucked.

"He got into the water with me," Charlene said, her hand moving gradually faster on Sal's prick. He had me float on my belly and slipped his arms under me to show me how to move – and then he put his hands on my titties and squeezed them."

She stopped, licked her lips. The head of his prick looked as if it were going to explode from the pressure of hot blood within it.

"I was scared and tried to get away from him," she continued with her invented story. "But I couldn't. And besides, as soon as he did that, I felt this warm sensation inside me, like an ache. He turned me over in the water, then wrapped one arm around my waist and held me close." She closed her eyes. Her hand began twisting over the skin of his prick. "I could feel all his muscles against me – and that – that – that thing inside his swimsuit all hard and stiff and throbbing. It was pressing right between my legs, against my pussy. I couldn't help it; it was starting to turn me on."

She ran the tip of her tongue slowly over her lips. Then she opened her eyes and found Sal staring, slack-jawed, at her.

"He put one hand down the back of my swimsuit, then reached down with his fingers till they were touching between my legs, right on the lips of my pussy. It didn't have any hair at all on it then – it hasn't even got that much on it now. I thought I was going to melt, the way it felt"

She stopped, took a deep breath and felt the aching in her tits. She was turning herself on with the story as well.

"All the strength seemed to go out of me as he told me how he'd always watched me, always wanted to do that with me and show me how good it felt. He said he'd always imagined what it would be like to -"

"Go on," Sal rasped. "What?"

"To suck my pussy," she said quickly, as if ashamed to say it. "How sweet and tasty it would be, what it would be like to put his tongue up inside me and suck my pussy lips, how hot and tight my little cunt would be when he fingered it. And the more he talked like that, the more he played with my pussy, the more turned on I got. I was getting weak. I couldn't make myself fight him – not even when he pulled my bottoms off."

"Oh cripes, yes," Sal whispered, eyes closed. "I can just imagine your little ass, all hard and tight, your little cunt, so sweet and fresh. Cripes."

"He carried me over to the side of the pool and put me up on the deck. The astroturf was brand-new then and soft underneath me. My legs were hanging over the edge of the pool, dangling into the water. He put his big hands on my thighs, spread my legs and – and then he put his mouth over me down there." She shivered with imagined, remembered sensations. "I thought I'd die, it felt so good. His tongue was playing with my pussy lips and moving up inside me just a little bit and he nipped at my labia. From time to time, he'd shove his tongue way up inside me and then suck as hard as he could on my pussy – and then I'd feel like he was sucking my insides out. Pretty soon I was pushing my hips towards him, shoving my pussy into his mouth.

"And then he was putting his big hands underneath my ass, lifting my hips and feeding my pussy into his mouth like it was a Chinese meal."

She shook, her hips writhing and grinding downwards against the sofa fabric. She was imagining what it would have been like even as she made it all up – and it was making her hotter than ever.

"He kept that up for a few more minutes – and then he started sliding me backwards on the astroturf, climbing out of the pool. He stopped eating me – and then I looked up. My tee-shirt was all I had on and it was plastered tight to me with the water. It was almost invisible. But he – " She stopped, took a deep breath, noting the way Sal's prick was jerking in her grip." He was totally nude. I looked at his penis and – and then I got scared. All of a sudden, I realized what he was going to do, where he was going to put it – and I knew I couldn't take it. It was too big for my first dick, just too much!"

"How big was it?" Sal asked, breathless.

"Oh, it wasn't as big as yours," she said cleverly. "But to me it looked like the Empire State Building."

"And then, did he -"