Kevin Sellers - Two hot moms

"Oh God… ohhh, oh my God!"

She was coming. Climaxing in a delicious explosion on the soap, just as she had on Donna's dildo. Water splashed onto the bathroom floor, but nothing could have stopped the explosion now. When it blasted from her cunt in a series of firecracker bursts, she cried out.

"Uuh – uuuhh – uhhhhh…"

Mesmerized, the two teenagers stared with cocks throbbing and eyes bulging. Josh let out a small groaning breath, and Dave felt his own prick twitch as if it was going to blast in his jeans any second at the show his mom was putting on.

At last she slumped with a throaty sigh, and reality seeped back into all three of them.

The boys glanced at each other, speechless and hardly able to tear their eyes from the amazing spectacle they had practically witnessed beneath all those bubbles. Then they turned back, not knowing what might happen next.

And just in time, too.

At that moment, drained and dizzy with satisfaction, Melanie rose from the rub and stepped dripping onto the tiles.

As if previous events hadn't been enough, both teenagers now giggled at the sight of her voluptuous suds-clad body as she reached for a towel and leisurely began to dry herself off.

Josh's mouth fell open. He found himself staring at two of the biggest, bounciest tits he'd ever seen. All layered with slick foam and joggling with her every motion, they jutted out farther than he would've believed possible. The large fluffy towel slid over first one tit, then the other. Now his gaze fastened on a pair of huge pink nipples that soared their fattened spikes from the most enormous areolas he'd even imagined.

"See?" Dave grunted beside him. "What'd I tell you?"

Slowly Josh's head bobbed up and down.

Abruptly, though she wasn't dry yet, Mrs. Patterson let the towel drop. Smiling hazily at herself in the bathroom mirror, she stood totally nude. Josh's eyes flicked down across her slick vivacious body and glued themselves on the sopping foam-covered, thatch of golden fur that carpeted her cunt. All shiny and clad in suds, it had to be the most beautiful pussy mound he'd yet seen – next to his own mom's.

Then his eyes tore up again. Mrs. Patterson was reaching up to cup her huge titties, hefting them out at the mirror in a self-satisfied display. Her distended nipples stood out like a pair of big inflamed cherries, strumming more than an inch long with rigid, trembling stiffness.

Her hands rippled across those mountainous tits.

"Ahhhh."

She stood there, tweaking each turgid nipple between thumb and forefinger and recalling how it had felt to have her best friend's mouth sucking them.

"Jeez!" Josh gasped in amazement, trying to take it all in at once.

His gaze flitted down to the spongy soaked gold of Mrs. Patterson's cunt mound and then back up to the fingers that rhythmically milked at her hard nipples, then to the attractive face that glowed with a lust-filled expression. Her hands slid down toward her fleecy cunt bush then, across a smooth, flat stomach and down to its blonde fringe, fingers tangling in those curls and plowing further. It was more than he could withstand. "Oh, jeez!"

Melanie heard that and horror instantly filled her face at the realization that she had an audience. She jerked her hands away, twisting toward the window with a shocked cry.

"Oh – oh my God!"

The two boys were caught, both too surprised to move. Their faces were perfectly framed in the glow of the bathroom light, and her wide uncomprehending eyes caught them like a pair of insects.

"David!"

"Oh shit." Dave's face scrunched in sudden fear, and Josh gulped.

"David Patterson – how dare you?"

Melanie's voice rose to an indignant cry as full understanding sank in. Suddenly remembering that she was nude, she scooped up the discarded towel and stalked to the window, wrapping it about her as she went.

Neither of the boys even dared to think of trying to escape as her furious expression pinned them to the spot. Trembling with rage and humiliation, she unlatched the screen and pointed.

"Get in here, the two of you! Get in this house right now!"

Dave slunk in first, clambering over the sill like a prisoner about to face the firing squad. Josh followed meekly, flushed and scared.

"Uhhhh, it's not what it looks like, Mom. We were just… I mean…"

"Just what?" Melanie confronted them, trembling. "Just what were you doing out on the roof at this time of night that doesn't look like you were spying on me! And Josh Jones – I can't believe it! Just wait until, your mother hears about this – and she's going to, I can promise! Creeping around like a pair of thieves spying on people… you're disgusting, the both of you!"

Neither of the boys spoke during her tirade, both knowing there was no possible explanation that could get them off the hook. Dave looked sick with fear and Josh felt a twinge shoot through his stomach.

"Honest, Mrs. Patterson, we didn't really intend to – that is, it just kinda happened, that's all. Sort of… sort of an accident…"

His lame attempt at an excuse fluttered into silence under Melanie's glare.

She took a deep shuddering breath, forcing the first surge of panic and anger down. "Josh, I want you to go home right this instant. You haven't heard the last of this little escapade of yours, but I think you've seen quite enough for one evening! There's no need for you to stay while I take care of your friend, here."

Relief flooded over his face. "Yeah, okay Mrs. Patterson. And I'm sorry. I mean, I really am."

With those parting words he darted off, pounding down the stairs, glad to get out from under that stare for the moment, even if he would have to pay for it later.

It was only when she heard the door slam shut downstairs that Melanie turned with new fury on her son.

"How – how dare you spy on me while I'm in the bath? And getting your best friend to go along – do you have any idea what you've done? What've you got to say for yourself, young man?"

"Uh, well."

Dave couldn't come up with a single answer. Blushing fiercely, he stared down at the floor and saw his mom's wet, tapered legs, spread out in a defiant stand.

Melanie was trembling with outrage and mortification as the full impact drove home. They'd seen it all. They'd seen her masturbating in the tub, writhing and gasping and bunching on a bar of soap! They'd seen her standing at the mirror admiring herself, fingering her tits and hovering on the very verge of playing with herself a second time. The two boys had seen everything, just as if they'd been standing over her and leering.

Flushing with humiliation at that thought, she instantly decided to repay her son in kind.

"Well, I'm going to show you just how degrading a thing you've done, young man! Now that you've gotten your eye-full, we'll see how you like being looked at!"

Suddenly, in a burst of anger, she grabbed Dave's cotton tee shirt and jerked it up to his shoulders.

"Hey – hey, Mom, don't!"

He was too surprised to stop what was happening. The shirt slithered over his head and off with one deft jerk of his mother's hands. Then, to his complete astonishment, her fingers plucked at the snap of his jeans.

"Hey, come on! I didn't mean to see you like that – Mom! Jesus!"

He could hardly believe it was happening! His own mother was tearing at his clothes, and his half-hearted attempts to stop her were swept easily aside.

"I'm sorry, okay? Really Mom, it won't ever happen again…"

"No, it certainly won't!"

Beside herself, Melanie wanted nothing more now than to humiliate her son just as he had humiliated her. Intent on doing exactly that, she felt the snap pop open and with one single heave jerked the tight jeans down to his knees.

Caught up in their confrontation, neither of them were quite prepared for the sight of his stiff, throbbing prick. It swung up hard and veined and bobbing, making Melanie jerk back as if she'd been shot.