Douglas Vincent - A mother so naughty

Debra's orgasm, unaided by Big Louie's vibrations, subsided first. She took a deep breath and fell forward atop Amanda's sweat covered body, holding the vibrator against Amanda's clit until she begged her to stop.

"It's too sensitive," Amanda whispered quietly, her hands moving lazily across Debra's pretty body. "It feels so good it hurts."

Debra railed off Amanda and lay close beside her on the bed.

"How are you and Jake doing?" she asked, looking lazily into Amanda's hazel eyes.

Amanda sighed. Her marriage wasn't her favorite topic.

"Same old shit," she replied. "Boredom replaced by more boredom. I've finally realized that the excitement I felt when we were first married is really gone, and I don't know how to replace it."

Debra nodded, saying nothing.

"I don't even enjoy fucking him anymore," Amanda continued. "He sticks it in, moves it around, cums and falls asleep. I hate it."

"Maybe you need a little extracurricular activity to bring the spark back," Debra suggested.

"What do you mean?" Amanda asked.

"Jake's not the only person out there with a cock," Debra said simply. "You told me yesterday he was going away for the weekend on business and wouldn't be back until Sunday. Why not give the others a chance while he's gone? It might bring back the excitement you felt before."

"Anything's better than sex with Jake," Amanda stated. She pulled Debra close and kissed her deeply. "You might be right. And tomorrow I'm going to find out!"

Amanda threw on a robe and walked her young lover to the door.

"I think you'll have some fun," Debra said, grinning wickedly.

"I'm going to start today," Amanda announced proudly. "Why waste time? Maybe I'll find a cute guy while I'm out grocery shopping!"

"Since Jake's gone, why don't you join Tom and me for dinner tonight?" Debra said. "It's Friday, so the kids will probably have dates. Come by about seven. We'll kill some wine and chat."

"I've be there," Amanda said. She kissed Debra one more time and watched her walk down the sidewalk toward her house.

Amanda returned to her bedroom to get dressed for the supermarket. She felt refreshed. Her session with Debra had been just what she needed to bring her out of the doldrums caused by her problems with Jake.

Fingering her cunt for a moment, Amanda relived the morning's excitement one more time. She and Debra had been lovers ever since Debra and her husband Tom had moved in next door ten years earlier. They had started out as friends, but that quickly changed when Debra cornered her in the kitchen during a party one night and kissed her passionately. Amanda felt a flame ignite in her cunt the moment their lips touched, and they had been close lovers ever since.

Last in thought, Amanda rummaged through her dresser for something to wear. She pulled a pair of frilly bikini underwear from the wad of lingerie in one drawer and held them up. She started to put them back, then stopped and smiled. These would do nicely! Reaching into another drawer, she removed a tight blouse and her shortest miniskirt. If this get-up didn't bring her some attention, nothing would!

Dressing quickly, Amanda admired herself in the bedroom mirror. She hadn't put on a bra and the blouse really accentuated her large melon-like tits. Slipping into her highest fuck-me shoes, she realized that even at thirty-eight she still had terrific legs. But were they good enough to get her laid? No way to find out until you do it, she decided. Seconds later she was out the door.

Even though it was early afternoon, the supermarket was packed with shoppers. Amanda walked confidently through the automatic doors and grabbed a cart. She noticed from the corner of her eye that nearly every male she passed stopped and stared. Many did a double-take, and one man walked his cart directly into a stack of cans containing kidney beans, bringing the mountain down around him. Amanda just laughed and walked on.

There were a lot of men in the supermarket, but most were either with their wives, too ugly or too old. She wanted someone young, someone muscular and tanned – someone different from her husband.

As she stocked her cart with food, Amanda was nearly ready to give up her quest for the day when she spotted her prey – a stockboy, no less. He was young and gorgeous and the thought of fucking him made her cunt ache with pleasure.

Amanda casually strolled up behind the stockboy as he stacked loaves of bread on a shelf.

"Excuse me," she purred. "Could you tell me where I could find the tube steak?"

The boy, engrossed in his job, jumped at the sound of her voice. He turned and eyed her slowly, his gaze wandering from her tits to her legs and back again.

"I beg your pardon," he said. "What were you looking for?"

Amanda smiled and licked her lips slowly. "Tube steak," she said. "I'm really in the mood for a big hunk of tube steak." She touched his hand for a moment, and smiled when he jumped. God, she wanted him inside her!

"How much tube steak did you want?" the teen asked, smiling slightly.

"You catch on fast," Amanda said. "How much tube steak do you have?"

"About seven inches," the boy said.

"That's plenty," Amanda purred. "What's your name?"

"Wayne S. Clark, ma'am."

"Is there any place we can be alone, Wayne?" Amanda asked. Her cunt was so hot she had to press her thighs together to keep pussy-juice from running down her legs. She hadn't wanted a man so badly in a long, long time.

"The stockroom," Wayne said. He turned and Amanda followed, acting as if Wayne were merely checking a price for her. They passed between two large windowed doors and Amanda found herself in the store's spacious stockroom. It smelled of cleanser and bug spray and cardboard.

Wayne led Amanda behind a tower of produce boxes, then turned, a look of ecstasy and terror etched on his young face. Amanda pushed him against the boxes and kissed him deeply, pressing her hot body against his, inhaling the cheap cologne he had splashed on.

Pressing her tongue between his lips, she slid her hand down the front of his uniform and fondled the enormous bulge that had formed in his slacks. It was hard and thick and she wanted to feel it in her cunt.

"How old are you, Wayne?" Amanda asked, stroking his cock with her fingertips. She stared into his eyes, amused and horny at the same time. She felt as if she were in high school again.

"Eighteen, ma'am," Wayne answered.

"Have you ever fucked a woman before?" Amanda asked.

The boy began to stammer. Amanda squeezed his cock, forcefully, silencing him instantly.

"Once," he admitted sheepishly.

"I'll bet she wasn't as good as me," Amanda said with a throaty growl. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing two giant white globes of flesh. Wayne stared at them, swallowing hard.

Dropping to her knees, Amanda undid Wayne's pants and pulled them to his ankles.

His cock – bigger than he had said it was – sprang to life before her. Pausing only a moment, Amanda took it in her hand and guided it between her lips until she felt the hair on his balls tickle her chin. Sucking gently, she pulled it out, then swallowed it again.

Wayne gasped and clutched at the box behind him.

"Jesus God!" he muttered, unable to believe his incredible luck. He had only read about experiences such as this in the back of cheap men's magazines.

Amanda sucked and stroked Wayne's thick prick until she felt he could take no more without shooting his wad. Bending over, she removed her panties and flashed her gorgeous ass at the bay.

"I want you to fuck me," she said hoarsely. "With your mouth." Taking Wayne by the shoulders, she slowly forced him to his knees until he was at eye-level with her crotch.

"Prove to me you're a man, Wayne. Make me cum!"