Kevin Sellers: Two hot moms

Flushed and gasping, he briefly realized the danger of what he was doing. What if she woke up now and found her top undone and him leaning over her like this? Shit, she'd kill him!

On the other hand.

He'd discovered so much already – why not find out a little more while he had the chance?

With that thought and the rigid bulge in his crotch pushing his fear away, he scooted along the divan and reached to fumble at the ties of her bikini bottom.

It seemed to take forever for the first bow to fall apart, and even longer for the second. But at last the flaps of her bikini bottom went limp, and with sweaty hands he pulled away the palm-sized bit of cloth that covered her cunt.

Melanie's pussy curls sprang into view, a luxuriant triangle of golden spongy fluff that took his breath away.

It was the first real-live pussy Dave had ever seen, and his gaze feasted on that glinting patch of cunt fur as if it was the last chance he'd ever get to look at one. He stared at his mom's magnificent blonde pussy carpet, taking in the way it tapered down to a fleecy peak between her closed thighs. Through its thick thatch he could see just a hint of pink cuntflesh, and that glimpse made his cock lurch with renewed vigor.

Slowly, as delicately as he could, Dave ran his fingertips across that wonderful soft cunt hair and down between his mother's thighs.

Responding automatically to the ticklish sensation, Melanie's legs eased apart.

Dave jerked his hand back at that sudden motion. Then, realizing she wasn't stirring awake, he repeated the maneuver. His fingers brushed her inner thighs with abrupt hopefulness, and they opened even wider. One foot slid off the divan to the floor, and with that unexpected act her pussy gaped open, exposed before him.

His eyes bulged, heart leaping to his throat.

Of all the cunts he'd seen in the photographs that Josh had shown him, he'd never seen one that looked even remotely as beautiful as his own mother's. Its pink, gold-trimmed lips parted like a pair of puffed oily butterfly wings to display a snug, tightly creased hole and above that a hooded button of nipple-like stiffness that he knew was a clit.

It had to be the best pussy anywhere, and it flared with open invitation to be stared at just by him.

If Dave had any reservations at all about spying on his sleeping mother, the sight of her luscious, spread-open cunt tossed them all aside.

Then he noticed that her pussy was oddly wet. The curls that fringed its lips were dark with slickness, and the creased lining of her pussyhole was all shiny with a seeping juiciness that none of Josh's pictures had ever shown.

More curious than ever, he leaned forward and sniffed.

For Dave, it was another first. His first whiff of real pussy smell and its heady aroma had his cock soaring up stiff as a board. Drawn by that strange sweet-sour scent, he reached out. His slightly shaking finger trailed across her mound of fur again, this time plowing amongst all those curls and practically disappearing from sight.

His lips twitched into a grin. Man, was his mom built! Not only did she have the biggest, nicest tits in town, but she had a cunt to match! Hell, no pictures had ever prepared him for all this!

Even as that realization struck, his finger pushed its way from her flossy rich curls and wiggled down into the velvet warmth of her pussy trench.

"Ahhhmmm."

Melanie shifted with a soft sigh, reacting to the finger probing at her cunt even in her sleep. Her thighs tautened, her legs drifting even wider with a motion that opened her pussy like a small hungry mouth to grasp at the hesitant intruder.

The next thing he knew, Dave's finger had slipped inside her.

"Oh shit…"

The words slipped out from between clenched teeth as he watched his finger vanish, sliding easily between her soaked pussylips and burying itself knuckle-deep in her cunt.

He held it there a moment, simply enjoying the way his mom's cunt seemed to close around it. Then he pulled his finger free, and it slid out with a small slurping sound. With a curiosity intensified by the throbbing of his cock, Dave popped the finger into his mouth.

It tasted tangy and strange, but good. His prick whanged up, twisting painfully in his jeans, and he knew instinctively that he had to have more.

Dave didn't take the time to consider his next act. With that luscious sopping cunt spread out before him, the feel, of it still fresh on his tingling finger and its smell wafting up with blatant enticement, he moved hastily around to the foot of the divan and scooted onto it, wiggling up between his mother's outfiung legs.

Her pussy loomed before him, its depths leaking wetness as if all too ready to supply what he wanted. His tongue darted out, licking tentatively along the creaming crack, and a burst of juice poured into his mouth.

"Uhhhhmm."

She groaned again, unconsciously twitching at that warm, hungry probe. Almost before he realized it was really, happening Dave was nuzzling deep into her wet, golden cunt hair, his tongue dipping between her slick cuntlips and gliding straight up his mom's silky pussy to lap eagerly at the juices that seeped from her.

"Ahhh… hhhmmm…"

Melanie was haying a delicious dream. Once again Dave's head was buried between her thighs, tongue fucking her pussy into a froth of sensation and sliding like a big soft prick inside her, worming deeper and deeper.

She arched a bit, enjoying the dream thoroughly.

"Mmff…"

Dave gave a muffled gasp as his mom began to undulate, mashing her cunt to his face. Hot cream burst across his tongue and instantly her heated pussy seemed to clamp around his probe, squeezing it with an urgent sucking rhythm that matched the twitchings of her body.

Astonished by that reaction, he realized what was happening. His mom was actually fucking his tongue – hell, she was really going at it!

And that realization only made him lap at her pussy more eagerly than before. His tongue wiggled back and forth in her clutching pussy with a natural fucking motion, lunging deep into the slick sopping vise of her cunthole.

It only took a few greedy tongue-strokes to have her gyrating up with little bouncing thrusts, big tits flopping, her thighs clenching about his head as shudders rippled through her body in small explosions. Captured there, with his head trapped in place and his tongue wedged in her pussy, Dave had a moment's terror that she was waking up.

And what she'd do if she caught him in this position!

But amazingly, she didn't wake.

Instead, her breath burst out in moaning whimpers, and as his tongue increased the fury of its stabbing she suddenly soared up, tautening like a bowstring.

"Ahhhhmmmm!"

Her body seemed to ripple in spasms and he knew without being told that she was coming. His tongue drove forward as far as it would go and darted wildly in that dank, clutching sheath as she twitched in the throes of orgasm.

"Unnhh – hhhuuum…"

At last she sank once more on the divan and he pulled back, gasping for breath.

Staring down at the wet gleaming spectacle of his mom's pussy winking open and closed in the last tremors of climax, Dave abruptly realized that he couldn't stand it another minute. His cock was lurching painfully in his jeans, aching to get out. Without a single instant's hesitation he hastily unzipped his pants and jerked them down to his knees.

His prick shot up in the air, its thick meaty length swaying frantically and smooth pink tipped head rubbed raw from being pressed against its denim confines. His balls dangled free, feeling more, bloated with arousal than they'd ever felt before.

His pulse was hammering, making his cock throb all the more. What had begun as a simple, naive attempt to satisfy some curiosities had now transformed into a very real, gnawing ache. He hadn't expected things to go this far, but now that they had he couldn't stop. Even if it meant getting caught, he couldn't stop what he had to do now.