Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

Edging forward on the couch, Ann opened her mouth, and embraced the head of his prick with her lips, stroked it with her tongue. Then she pulled slowly back, sliding his cock out of her clinging mouth.

"Yum!" she said, smacking her lips, swallowing his first hot drizzle.

Charlie gazed down at her as she leaned forward, taking more of his rigid tool into her mouth this time. He felt her tongue stroking the underside of his dick, felt his glands responding, felt his nuts draw up tight with tension.

Ann pulled back, and spit his cock out. He felt her saliva drying on his burning rod as she smacked her lips again. She was sitting with her knees primly together so her pussy was just a tight fuzzy triangle between her clenched thighs. Her tits were stiff and alert with excitement. If she hadn't been nude, and sucking a cock, she might have been at a tea party.

Charlie arched, and thrust his hips forward. His knees braced against the couch, he straddled her legs. His cock poked her in the face. She opened her mouth and took his meat yet again, let it slide to the back of her mouth. Her eyes closed as she took it down her throat. Her jaw was forced wide open by the bulk of his rod. Her lips circled his steaming prick, were a living ring around his tower. Her velvety tongue stroked the vein on the underside of his shaft, drawing hot driblets from his pouting cum-slit. His, groin suddenly ached with the urge to piss. The urge was quickly quenched by a sharp increase in his sexual arousal at the thought of peeing on her.

Ann slid her hand up under his balls and fondled them gently as she pumped her head back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. He felt the tip of his prick wedge into the back of her mouth, between the base of her tongue and her soft palate. Cupping his nuts in her hand, she blew him slowly and carefully, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could without gagging.

For a moment, Charlie tipped his head back, and concentrated on the exquisite feeling of her mouth on his seething dong. Then he discovered that watching her take his cock in her mouth accounted for half the pleasure of the blow job. He looked down at her as his bulky cockshaft entered her mouth. He debated for a moment grasping her head and forcing her to take more of his tool, then discarded the idea. The sight of her eating him so willingly was a thrill, a testament to his power over her. He didn't have to force her to suck his cock.

His prostate was knotting tighter as his excitement grew. He hadn't gotten his rocks off in a week. Instead of jacking off, he had been saving it all for his mother. He was on a hair-trigger, and Ann's skillful cocksucking was rapidly bringing him to the explosion point.

She felt him reach the threshold of his orgasm, and drew back. Charlie's cock and balls throbbed on the brink of a climax.

"Uh-uh," Ann told his prick, waving a finger at the pulsing shaft. "Not yet."

If it hadn't felt so great to be brought to the peak and then left hanging there, Charlie would have been angry. But he knew that she would take his load when it came, and that because she was tantalizing him this way his final come would be hotter and better than ever. So, Charlie thought of other things, and dropped back from the brink of I his orgasm. His prick even softened slightly. Then Ann's mouth embraced his tool again, and blood rushed back into it. It stiffened and swelled sharply.

The urge to pee got stronger, then faded in the face of his renewed sexual arousal. From experience, Charlie knew that a full bladder added a crazy note to his orgasm, a sort of a pain, as his body unloaded one fluid while retaining the other.

Ann's head bobbed, back and forth, back and forth, and Charlie rose to the edge of the precipice again. And again she drew back, left him there, right on the verge of spurting into her face. She waited until his cock shrank a little, then took it into her mouth yet again. Spitting his prick out, she looked up at him for a brief second. "All the way, this time," she assured him, squeezing his balls gently. "All the way."

Charlie just looked at her as she took his dick into her mouth again. He felt hot blood pounding into his shaft. He felt his knob sting as she sucked on it hard. He felt her tongue massage the underside of his rod. He saw her push her head forward. His cock slid clear to the back of her mouth.

Pressing her tongue firmly against the underside of his dick, she moved her head back and forth slowly. The warmth from her hand cupping his nuts made the jizz soften and flow like hot wax. It pooled, readied itself for the eruption. Her fingers tickled and teased the insides of his thighs, the sensitive curve of his butt near his asshole, the ridge behind his balls. Charlie shuddered on the jagged edge of an orgasm, fought to hold it off for as long as he could. Ann sent him gently over the edge by touching one fingernail to his asshole. It was like puffing a match to the flash hole of a cannon. Charlie's balls convulsed and a hot ball of cum blasted down the barrel of his prick, and slammed into the back of Ann's throat.

A barrage of jizz followed. Gob after thick gob spurted into Ann's mouth, overwhelmed her swallowing. Hot fuck cream pooled in her mouth as his prick lurched and recoiled, adding to the already huge puddle. She swallowed, and the pressing, stroking motion of her tongue against his prick triggered a new series of convulsions and still more cum. Finally, Charlie's body went into dry carnal heaves. His groin was one delicious ache.

Ann spit out his withering cock and sat back on the couch. She wiped the overflow of saliva and jizz off her mouth and chin with the back of her hand, then looked up at Charlie, obviously pleased with her performance.

His legs shaking, Charlie sat down in a nearby chair. "Thanks."

"Aren't you going to do the same for me?" she demanded.

Charlie shrugged. "If you'd like."

"Of course I'd like it," she said quickly, getting to her feet. With a graceful, lithe motion, she stepped up onto the arms of the easy chair. She leaned forward, and steadied her hands on the back of it. Her crotch gaped wide open in front of him. He could see the pale skin of her cuntlips through her curling brown hair. He could see her dark slit between her bulging labes. A ruffle of pink inner tissues protruded shyly.

She arched her back. Her pussy moved towards his face. She bent her knees, lowered her cunt to his mouth flapped in the chair, Charlie watched her twat approach. He wasn't unwilling to bring her off with his lips and tongue, but he wasn't exactly anxious to lap her cunt, either. He still needed to go to the bathroom, but it hardly seemed the time to bring it up.

Reaching out, he guided Ann's snatch to his mouth, then combed apart the twisting curls of her bush, revealed her cuntlips and complex inner folds of rosy flesh. Her cunt hole, surrounded by the petals of her twat lips, looked like the heart of a flower. Above that, also framed by her twat lips, was the tight hole of her pisser. Highest, where her twat lips came together in an inverted vee, was the pearly bump of her clitoris. She lowered her crotch on his face, and he pressed his lips and nose into her fragrant pussy flesh. He speared his tongue into her hole, and felt her thigh muscles spasm from the stimulation.

For a moment he sucked up her slippery, metallic flow. Then, angling his head back, he groped for the sensitive bud of her clit. He had no intention of tormenting her the way she had tormented him. His aim was to bring her off as quickly as he could, before he pissed all over the chair.

His tongue stroked up her furrow, between her hot, slippery inner labes, and rasped the nubbin of her clit. Ann shuddered from the unexpected stimulation of her nerve center. Charlie skinned back the hood protecting her mini-cock, grasped the bump between his lips and sucked on it, drew its stalk tight.