Nick Eastwood - Peeping naughty mom

"Hey, it won't bite," Russ chuckled. "Listen, we're getting our best clothes wrinkled. Why don't we take them off? For that matter, we could go in your bedroom and be a lot more comfortable."

Of course it all made sense, especially when she'd practically told him she was going to go all the way with him tonight. She couldn't argue, but as she led the way to her room, she felt herself starting to panic. She was about to give herself totally to a man, and she wasn't sure she was ready. In the bedroom Russ eagerly began to strip, but Janet just stood there and gawked at him.

She'd never even seen him in a bathing suit before, and she wasn't prepared for how much his rugged body aroused her. He was tall and built like a man should be, with broad shoulders and harrow hips and ass. All his muscles were well-defined, thanks to daily workouts. His chest was thickly matted with bronze-blond hairs.

Now he was skinning out of his jockey shorts, and her eyes shot helplessly to his erect cock. It was a monster, as thick as her wrist and very long. It weaved rigidly and obscenely before him, bulging with blue veins and dripping hot juice. Janet stared at his rock-hard prick and creamed a steaming flood of pussy juice. Scared as she was, she couldn't take her hungry eyes off his cock.

"Let me help you out of your clothes, honey," Russ said hoarsely.

He unzipped her dress the rest of the way, and it slithered down her body and puddled on the floor. Mindlessly she accepted his outstretched hand, and she steadied herself as she kicked off her shoes. Then Russ dropped to his knees before her and deftly removed her pantyhose. All that remained were her tiny lace-trimmed bikini panties. She flinched as he grasped the waistband and began easing them off.

"Easy," he crooned, "it's going to be very, very good for us, honey, I promise."

Janet tried to believe him. She knew she had no reason not to, he was such a good man. But there had been, that other man, long ago, who'd made her adore sex, then hurt her so badly. She couldn't help thinking of that as Russ drew down her panties and helped her step out of them. Then, without warning he buried his face in her soft dark bush.

Janet gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders. His hot breath was fanning her swollen mound and making her almost unbearably excited. Then his tongue went to work, darting through the fine fur of her bush and hitting the ultrasensitive bud of her clit. He stabbed teasingly at the throbbing button.

"Ohhhhhh, God," she moaned.

Each feathery stab of his tongue tip gave her a hot rush of pleasure. Thick molten juice ran down her inner thighs. He knew just what to do with his tongue, just how to stimulate her joy button till it swelled up taut and erect, becoming even more sensitive than before. She had an instinctive urge to just fall back on the bed, open her legs wide, and let him gobble her whole lust-engorged pussy. But years of being on guard kept her from doing it.

Still she couldn't help easing her thighs open just a little wider so his tongue could reach farther back. He darted it from the wildly throbbing lump of her clit back to the swollen and steaming lips of her cunt. Helplessly she fed him a sizzling load of her musky cream. He snorted with lust as he gobbled it, then suddenly got to his feet.

"R-Russ, I-I'm not sure," she stammered.

"Honey, you just creamed in my face," he chuckled. "Now, I know you're uptight, but you're also a normal, healthy woman, and you know you can't go your whole life without sex. You gotta come back to the real world sometime, Janet."

He obviously wasn't taking no for an answer. He set her down on the bed and positioned her on her back, long legs spread wide and bent, her cream-soaked pussy completely open to him. Janet started to panic again, but she knew she couldn't deny him now. After leading him so far, that would be too cruel. Besides, she loved this guy. And she wanted to prove it. She tried to control her nervous shaking as Russ lowered himself onto her and sank down between her hot silky thighs.

"Ohhhh, baby, have I ever looked forward to this moment," he whispered hoarsely. "A whole Goddam year…"

He trailed off, too excited to talk. Janet gritted her teeth and clenched her fists till her knuckles turned white. He socked the huge hard head of his cock into the juicy pit of her cuntal opening, stretching her pussy lips wide. Janet wanted to scream with fright, but she was determined not to spoil this moment for him. She forced herself to lie still as he began easing his cock into her.

She surprised herself. That moan was a hoarse cry of delight. Russ' long stiff boner felt fantastically good in her starved little cunt, and in seconds all her fright was gone. All she felt was hot pleasure and incredible excitement. She drew her thighs open even wider, letting him all the way in. His steel-hard cock touched her womb. She soaked the throbbing pillar of meat with a huge burst of hot cream.

"You okay, honey?" Russ asked.

"Y-yes," Janet panted, still too shy to tell him how much she loved feeling his cock inside her.

"Good," he leered, "'cause I sure as hell don't intend to quit."

She shivered lustily as he slid his hands under her ass, cupped the firm little globes, and began to piston his big hard boner in and out of her curd. She wondered how on earth she'd managed to last ten long years without these heavenly sensations. Each deep thrust of his stiff cock gave her a hot explosion of pleasure that made her cream like crazy. All the excitement of fucking came back to her in just a few lusty seconds.

Janet just gurgled and clung to him, clawing his broad shoulders, creaming steadily and helplessly. Pretty soon her natural lusty instincts took over and she began to fuck back at him, jerking her hips to his rhythm. Each time he sank his rigid prick into her juice-slick twat, she thrust her hips forward, taking his meat as deep as she could get it.

She felt like she could never get enough of that delicious thrusting, the wonderful sensation of having her horny little cunt filled with thick throbbing cock. She was creaming nonstop, and Russ' big boner was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the thick hot juice from her gripping box. The molten liquid overflowed, gushing down her ass crack. No way could she control that lusty creaming.

And soon she wasn't able to control her noises, either. The prim, shy schoolteacher was spinning out of control, her lust reaching to boiling point. She moaned and gurgled and squealed as Russ hammered his prick into her faster and faster. The harder he did it to her, the more she loved it. She felt like she needed that almost savage fucking to make up for the long years without a man.

"Unnnhhhh, Russ, yesssss," she hissed, "do it to me, darling, it feels so damned good."

Russ groaned and almost shot his load. From the moment he'd set eyes on this frosty but beautiful woman, he been aching to fuck her, longing to release her pent-up lusts. Now at last it was happening. He knew that when he'd first thrust his cock into her, she was just letting him do it, trying to please him. But within seconds she was loving it, and now she was really letting him know it.

"Ohhhhhh, God, Russ, make me come," she sobbed. "I need to come so bad."

"Yeah, baby, I'll make you come," Russ growled.

Cupping her churning little ass, he pulled her tight against him and fucked into her like a pile driver. He wasn't bothering to be gentle any more and he knew she didn't want him to. They went at each other like animals, snarling and growling and humping, and he felt her cunt tightening around his prick as she hurtled toward that urgently needed orgasm.

Russ was right on the verge of coming himself, but he was determined to take her with him. He pulled out all stops, his ass knotting and jerking with lightning speed, his body slapping loudly against hers. She stiffened for a second, gave a low hoarse moan, then began to convulse, her big-titted body bucking and writhing violently.