Kevin Sellers - Seduced by Mom

He slurped at one throbbing tit, his hands cupping the huge pale mound and his head twisted sideways to watch as she squirmed entirely out of the slacks and lay back, spreading her legs wide.

Immediately one of Barry's hands leaped to her thick, damp brown pussy curls. His fingers plowed into their downy richness and plunged along her slitted cunt.

"Ummm," she sighed and arched as he strummed her pussy with familiar strokes, his fingertips dipping along her, sopping cunt to find the stiff hooded button of pleasure that was her clit. He located that hard erect nub and began to twang it like a guitar string, rolling his thumb over the juicy clit until her whole body was vibrating in reaction, surging and undulating on the tiled kitchen floor.

Urged by the woman's groans, Barry suddenly shoved two fingers deep into her now soaked pussy.

She gave a little wail and lurched up. He began to move his fingers in and out in a fucking motion, working them deeper and deeper as be sucked at the straining nipple in his mouth. Christ, was Mrs. Wilson hot today!

Abruptly he plucked his fingers from that grasping cunt and released her tit, grinning as she panted in frustration and sank back grasping. His cock was already bobbing up to full hardness again, and he gave a breathless sigh.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Wilson? You too horny to wait for the real thing? Hey, I know what: if you can't wait for my prick to get hard enough, how about putting on a show to help it along? Yeah, I want to see how you do it when I'm not around to stuff that pussy of yours. Show me how you fuck yourself when you haven't got a real prick!"

With those words he grabbed one of Gloria's bands and shoved it between her slick thighs, forcing it against her melting cunt.

For a instant she hesitated, shocked by the suggestion. It was almost as if he'd read her mind. She did masturbate, especially on the long lonely afternoons when the house was empty. On those afternoons, lying stretched out nude on her bed with one hand plucking at her sharp-pointed tits while the other surged over her pussy, she masturbated just like some kind of horny teenager who never got any cock at all. At those times she did not even remotely resemble a satisfied housewife who was getting fucked four times a week by her husband and every chance she got from her grocery boy!

Something had to be wrong with her. Over the past weeks Gloria hadn't been able to think of anything but fucking and sucking. Almost every night lately she made Ben fuck her, not letting him get to sleep until he'd unloaded his sweet cum in her at least twice and preferably three times. Then, the very next day, she'd head straight for Hatcher's Grocery to buy an unnecessary bundle of items for Barry to deliver. If Barry was busy, she went home and sprawled out on her bed and finger-fucked herself into oblivion until night when it started all over again with Ben.

She was going fuck-crazy. It was all she could think about, all she wanted to do. Just because she'd turned thirty-nine and begun to feel that something as missing from her life, some deep unconscious urge had made her decide to fill that gap, with hard, pumping cock. She couldn't help it. And she certainly couldn't stop, not now that she'd gotten started.

"Ahhhh…"

Almost of its own accord Gloria's hand began to respond. She squirmed, mashing the heel of her palm against her itching cunt.

"Uhh – is… is this what you want, darling?" she managed, sliding her fingers along the plump flared lips of her pussy and easing them into its slot. "I'd rather have your prick doing this, but if you really want to see how I relax when you aren't here, just watch!" Accepting his dare without the least shred of inhibition, she glided her fingers into her pussy, just as he'd been doing a moment before.

Barry shifted position and knelt between her out-flung legs, watching in rapt fascination. He'd never seen a woman jerk herself off before, and hadn't really expected even Mrs. Wilson to do it right in front of him like this. But it was obvious by now that she was willing to try anything. Shit, she was even enjoying it!

Amazed once more at her sheer abandon, he watched two fingers slide up into her pink lipped pussy, and then a third. All three fingers moved in and out, slick with juices and smacking with a suction-like noise as they pushed her cuntlips wide apart and wedged themselves tight, just like a big fucking cock.

By now Gloria was so horny that she delighted openly in his stare, parting her legs as wide as she could and giving him an unobstructed view. She lunged up on her fingers, moving them in and out with increasing friction and forcing them apart to splay her cuntmouth open, unashamedly displaying the frothy furnace of her pussy.

"It – ahhh, it's so good, baby," she groaned, lewdly slipping her pinky down to dip into her ass crevice and tease her wet pink asshole as she finger-fucked herself for him.

"Oh fuck," he muttered, gazing steadily as Gloria's finger wriggled into her juice greased asshole and started to pump there as well. "You're really cock-hungry today, aren't you Mrs. Wilson? How about some of the real thing now? How would you like to fuck this a while?"

Edging forward, he pushed his inflamed prickhead against the writhing woman's hand and let it push between her thighs, probing at her finger-filled cunt.

"Yes!" she hissed quivering and hunching on her fingers even more frantically at that offer. "Fuck me, Barry! Fuck me now! I'm going to come – oh baby, pleeeease!" Her slick hand darted out and grabbed his cock in an effort to stuff it into her.

But Barry laughed and pulled back, enjoying his power over the hot housewife too much to end their session with that same old routine. Instead, she'd given him an idea he'd only read about in books, never dreaming of actually being able to try it out with a girl. But of course, he'd never known a girl like Mrs. Wilson before. Right now she'd do anything for some cock, and they both knew it.

"Okay, but not like that." He grinned wider than ever. "I think I want to do it dog-style this time. Yeah, that's it. That's how to fuck a horny bitch like you. Like a doggy!"

Then his hands were pulling at Gloria, rolling her onto her stomach. She complied eagerly, aware that she was abusing herself totally before this teenaged boy but unable to stop herself. At the moment this was just what she wanted – to be treated like a dog, to be used and fucked until she had her fill… if that was possible!

"Damn you, hurry! Is this better!"

She sprawled on the floor, on all fours, her ass jutting up and out with blatant invitation.

"Yeah, lots better." Barry squeezed and kneaded her taut pliant asscheeks prying them apart to expose her asshole and cunt entirely as his prick wagged up, spearing its bloated head for that now-familiar hair-trimmed pussy.

She let out a long happy groan and began to undulate, clamping her cunt muscles down on the teenager's concrete-hard prick and screwing herself tightly onto it.

"Ohhh baby, babyyy…"

Her voice was a whimper of joy, and Barry almost gave in to the cock-sucking vise of her velvety cunt as it slid over his prick as she started to weave back and forth, her big, beautiful tits dangling, the stiff, inch-long nipples practically brushing the floor.

But he had another idea altogether. The sight of Mrs. Wilson's clenched asshole winking up at him was too good to pass up. He let his cock slither in and out of her juicy cunthole just long enough to get it good and greasy. Then he jerked out suddenly, laughing at her disappointed gasp.

"What's wrong, Mrs. Wilson? You wantin' something?"

"You-you bastard, you know I do!" Gloria wailed urgently, wiggling her hips in frustration and clawing the floor to keep from sobbing. "Get your cock back in me before I explode! Oh God, I've got to have your prick right now! Hurryyyy!" She arched backward in spasms of interrupted fervor. Both her pink cream-drenched holes flared like hungry mouths.