Duncan Fox: Spankin mommy

"Awww!" Ann moaned hoarsely.

Charlie ignored her. Pinching the shaft of her clit with his lips, he mangled the nerve-packed tip with his tongue, pressed it with his lips, rolled it back and forth. He tortured her every way he could think of.

Ann shuddered in reaction to the oral stimulation. Her slender body writhed as she was cremated with lust, as she was gored by the stake of desire being driven slowly up through the center of her body. The muscles in her slender, athletic legs bunched and trembled. Her chest heaved as she panted. Her small titties rose and fell sharply. Her nipples were rock-hard. The fronts of her thighs and her knees were braced against the back of the chair. She squatted on Charlie's face, then began pinching and rolling her own tits.

"Gah-gah-God!" she moaned. "Awww shit! Aawwww!"

Charlie felt her shuddering in the grip of her come, felt her hot, sticky juices flood down over his chin where it was burrowed into her cunt. He kept sucking and chewing on her clitoris until her trembling faded, and she went limp. Then he released her clit and pushed her off his face so he could breathe.

"Ahhh," Ann sighed, sinking down, straddling his strong, hairy thighs. Her juicy wet pussy was gaping open. "Oh, Charlie, you're something else!"

Charlie caught his breath. He could feel her cunt juice drying on his face. The need to piss had become actual physical pain.

"I gotta take a leak," he announced, urging her up off his lap. She got up. He ran to the powder room that opened off the living room. He was just about to unleash the flood into the toilet when the door was jerked open and Ann cannon balled into him, knocking him off balance. She pulled the door shut quickly behind herself.

Charlie thought he was going to die with the pain. "What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded. "Get out."

"Your mother," Ann whispered urgently.

"What?"

"Your mother and some creepy-looking guy are coming up the walk!" Ann whispered.

"Aww, Jesus! I gotta go!" Charlie moaned, and, not able to control it any longer, he went, while Ann looked on. The relief was superb. It bordered on the orgasmic it felt so wonderful.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"That's all right," Ann assured him absently. "But what are we going to do, Charlie?"

Charlie shook his head. "What can we do? Stay in here until the coast is clear." Considering the way his mother had been earlier in the day, he didn't think she would be exactly pleased if he suddenly appeared naked, with a naked girl in tow.

"I need to pee, too," Ann said suddenly. "Now?"

"Now."

"Oh, for God's sake!"

"Well, I'm sorry."

"I can't go out there," he pointed out.

"I know, I know. I don't mind, I guess. I mean, you went while I was here, after all. Move over."

There was an awkward shuffle as they exchanged places in the tiny room. Charlie leaned back against the sink as Ann lowered the toilet seat and sat down. He tried not to watch, but couldn't stop himself. He stared as she spread her cuntlips with her fingers. A neat stream of pee spurted out. She grinned up at him, evidently not the least upset.

"Kinky, huh?" she asked.

"Kinky," he agreed. He found the sight of her pissing strangely erotic.

"Sexy," she added, as she daintily wiped her twat.

Charlie pressed an ear to the door and listened intently.

"What's happening?" Ann asked.

"Don't flush!" Charlie hissed when she reached for the handle of the toilet.

"Sorry. What's happening?"

Charlie shook his head. "Can't hear anything."

"Is there any way we can look?" Ann asked.

Charlie started to shake his head, then realized there was. "Yeah, there is. Got a knife?"

Ann stared at him. "Now where would I have a knife?"

"Only one place I can think of," Charlie joked. "Never mind, this'll do." He had found a nail file in the medicine cabinet. Carefully, he pried on a spot near the edge of the door. "This thing was always coming loose. Dad had to pound it back. I guess he thought I was going to spy on our guests, or something."

Charlie's deft work opened a narrow crack. He put his eye to it and blinked. The couch was in line with the narrow slit, and his mother and her date, Ross Caldwell, were sitting there.

"Let me see," Ann whispered, wriggling in under him and putting her eye to the crack, too. "Who's the drip?"

"Ross Caldwell."

"He's a real creep," Ann observed. "Look at him sweat. Wonder what your mom's doing to make him sweat like that?"

Charlie shook his head. His mother was turned towards her date, and her hands were doing something in front of her that Charlie couldn't see. Then she stripped off her blouse, and Charlie gulped. She was undressing! And she wasn't wearing a bra, either!

"Far-out!" Ann whispered, her voice breathy with excitement. "How far do you think they'll go?"

Charlie wasn't breathing. His cock was hardening at the sight of his mother half-naked with a man. When she stood up and began unfastening her skirt, Charlie gulped. Carla let her skirt drop. She was naked under it, too! Charlie couldn't believe it. She had gone out with this guy, a stranger, with no underwear on at all. And now she was stripping. The fat slob was sweating like a pig.

Charlie watched his mother strut up and down in front of Ross Caldwell. She was showing off shamelessly. Sliding her hands up, she fondled her tits, thumbed her dark, conical nipples. She was arousing herself, and arousing the man in front of her. There was a visible bulge in his trousers. He was licking his lips nervously.

Carla bent forward and unzipped the man's fly. Her jugs swayed heavily. His prick lurched free, hitting one. His cock was thick and short and uncircumcised. The foreskin slid slowly back to expose the dusky knob. Still leaning over, Carla stroked his stubby prick tenderly. Incredibly, the man made no move to undress himself, or to touch her blatantly offered boobs or pussy or thighs. His faded blue eyes picked out first one erotic feature of her nudity, and then another, but his hands didn't move, just lay inertly on the sofa beside him.

Straightening up, Carla played with herself provocatively. She fondled her tits, pressed the soft warm flesh, tweaked her nipples. Then she slid her hands down her torso, down her belly, and into her pussy. Charlie couldn't see what she was doing, but was certain the man on the sofa could.

Charlie's cock hardened, nudged Ann in the back. She squirmed, and his prick slid up along her backbone. Charlie pressed his hips forward, and pinched his cock between his belly and Ann's back. He didn't take his eyes from the crack. His forehead was beginning to hurt, he was leaning against the door so hard.

Carla lifted one foot to the sofa, unknowingly giving Charlie and Ann an unobstructed view of her pussy. It also exposed her to the man in front of her. He was dripping with sweat now. She thrust her pussy at him and fondled it.

Charlie moved, began sliding his cock up and down Ann's back as he watched his mother humiliate her date. Carla was probing her cunt with her fingers. She drove one finger straight up into her snatch, drew it out, sucked it, and then slid it back up into her seething hole. Then she presented her drenched finger, making Ross suck her juices from it.

Carla laughed. It was a hard, cruel laugh. She dominated the man completely! He was a puppet in her hands.

"Bitch!" Ann whispered hoarsely.

Carla stroked and probed her pussy while Ross Caldwell watched hungrily. She spread her cuntlips, showed him her inner folds of flesh. She diddled her clit as he watched. She probed one finger, then two, up into the funnel of her cunt, humping her hips provocatively.

Ross started to move, started to get up. She put one hand on his face and shoved him roughly back down onto the couch. His cock surged higher. His flushed pudgy face was dripping with nervous perspiration.