Kevin Sellers - Seduced by Mom

"Take it, bitch! Take all my cock down your throat – yeah!"

"Mmpff…"

Gloria Wilson groaned as Barry grabbed double handfuls of her glossy dark-brown hair and stuffed even more of his stiff, throbbing cock into her mouth. She gulped it down without resistance, forcing her throat muscles to relax as more and more of his eight-inch prick slithered wetly between her lips, its enormous knobbed head almost making her gag.

"That's it, slut." Barry grinned, delightedly watching his meaty veined cock vanish into the kneeling housewife's mouth. He twisted his hips in gyrating motions that made her give a muffled gasp as her full pink lips were stretched even wider. He began to pump, his voice a harsh urgent grunt. "Now slide your head back and forth and suck on it real hard like you always do. Maybe then I'll give you a real treat!"

They were in the kitchen of Gloria's modest two-story house. The place was empty except for the two of them – Sammi and Joel weren't due back from school for an hour yet, and Ben wouldn't leave the office until nearly suppertime. Two bags of groceries were slumped on the kitchen table where Barry had left them, and his work smock lay in a crumpled heap over a chair. He stood with his jeans bunched at his knees, and hadn't even given Gloria time to drop her purse. It still dangled at her side as she knelt before him, its heavy weight jouncing against her hip as she greedily increased the friction of her mouth over his cock, gobbling at it with insatiable hunger.

Dimly, she knew, she should have been ashamed of herself. A supposedly happy, normal housewife with two wonderful children and an adoring husband being treated this way by her own grocery boy! It was humiliating!

But then, maybe that was why she enjoyed it so much. Since her thrity-ninthth birthday three months earlier, Gloria had begun to suspect that everything was a little bit too wonderful.

Too perfect. She was bored as hell.

Maybe that was why she'd impulsively seduced Barry two weeks ago, wearing her slinkiest nightgown and practically shoving her tits in his face until finally he got the message. Maybe that was why she'd suddenly jerked the nightgown off and begged him to fuck her, pleaded for his cock like some kind of horny man-hungry spinster. Maybe that was why she luxuriated in groveling before the teenager now, sucking furiously on his prick and creaming wildly… at the realization that he could do anything with her he wanted.

Gloria was a happy, attractive wife and mother who couldn't have had a better life. But for some reason, especially since her thrity-ninthth birthday, that wasn't enough, not nearly enough.

"Oh yeah, you fucking slut, eat it!" Barry groaned, his muscular body spasming with increasing wrenches. "Sucking bitch, I'm gonna fuck your mouth and shoot my wad right down your throat! That's what you want, isn't it? Fuck me, cunt! Show me how bad you want it – oh shit, oh shit yeahhh…"

Gloria couldn't help it. Even as the teen's body thrashed and pounded his cock like a gouging spear into her mouth, she gobbled all the more willingly. To Barry she was nothing more than a cock-hungry housewife who'd do anything for satisfaction. And deep down, that's all she really was. Her cunt was gushing hot bursts of juice that made her groan and suck for more, lusting for the fragrant loads of cum that boiled up in his hefty ball sac.

Delighted at her response, Barry drove his prick in the woman's mouth with cruel stabbing lunges that tore her lips apart. In the past two weeks, he'd discovered that he could do anything he warned with Mrs. Wilson – anything at all.

It was like a dream come true. The most attractive woman he'd ever known, she was beautiful enough to have stepped right out of a magazine centerfold. And as if that wasn't enough, she had a body to match. The biggest pair of tits of any of his customers, with a pussy that could clamp around his prick and fuck all day. In fact they'd done just that once or twice when she knew her family was going to be gone several hours.

At first, he'd hardly believed his luck. Mrs. Wilson wasn't like the giggly girls he usually dated. She didn't play prick-teasing games didn't turn him on one, moment and off the next. And she didn't have one of those tight pussies that made his prick, sore after a little fucking, either. Instead, her cunt was snug but resilient, capable of fucking for hours at a time. He'd even discovered that she could control her cunt muscles, make her pussy squeeze on his cock with a steady rhythm that seemed to suck the jizz right out of him.

But best of all, she was willing to do anything. It was like having his favorite movie star come to life, wanting only to be his slave.

"I'm gonna cum!" he gasped suddenly, pistoning his prick in and out of that soft slurping mouth with new intensity. "Suck it, Mrs. Wilson! Suck my load up – oh fuck, yeah, yeah, yeahhh!"

Gloria felt his cock ripple and moaned as he jammed it down her throat, writhing. The first blast of cum ripped across her tongue and was followed instantly by another, then another. She gulped again and again, trying to keep up with the teenager's fountaining jism and not lose a drop. Sucking harder than ever, she bobbed her head insatiably back and forth, swallowing it all.

Only when the last little twitches had subsided and Barry had slumped grunting against her face did she at last release, his wet prick and draw back with a sexy smile.

"Now it's your turn, Mrs. Wilson. That was good for starters, but I've got lots on my mind for today. Get out of those clothes so I can really show you a good time!"

"I'd love to, darling," Gloria purred, her soft brown eyes lingering lovingly on his limp, shrunken cock. "But you were in such a hurry, I haven't even had time to put away the groceries! The milk…"

"Fuck the milk!" he retorted, knowing in a deep, half-conscious way that he was acting just the way she wanted him to act. "I said strip, bitch! Let me see if your pussy's hot enough for some real fucking. And I want to suck on those big tits some more too. Come on, give it to me baby. I haven't got all day!"

Abruptly he reached out, grabbing roughly for the buttons of her blouse. His fingers caught in the light cotton material and Gloria's instinctive backward jerk did the rest. There was a ragged tearing sound and the front of her blouse feel in tatters to expose the overflowing D-cups of her bra. Barry hissed in a breath, a little scared by what he'd done but mesmerized by the spectacle of those huge, out thrusting tits.

"My, we are in a hurry today, aren't we?" she said, pulling the shredded garment the rest of the way off and enjoying his stare. "Well then, I guess I'd better not keep you waiting any longer. Are these what you're after?" Slowly, with the grace of a strip-teaser, she reached up and unfastened her bra. It fell loose, and she shrugged it off.

Barry's eyes bulged slightly as those big perfect tits burst free, joggling and straining out with a sheer hugeness that never failed to make him goggle. They were the kind of tits a guy never expected to see except in re-touched photographs. Jutting firm and unsagging, despite their size, they swelled and peaked into the fattest, pinkest nipples he'd ever seen.

With a sound almost like a whimper Barry scurried forward, bending and thrusting his face to an offered tit. His mouth fastened on a blossoming bud, and Gloria gasped as he began to suck her fat, rubbery nipple with loud smacking noises.

"Ahhh," she approved, wiggling to push her slacks down over rounded hips and a full, ripe ass. "That's it, baby. Warm me up for some real fucking, suck on my titties like a little baby, just the way you love best. Eat them up for me… oh darling, yesss…"