When mother is always is horny

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CHAPTER ONE

The last thing Flora Enwright expected when she came home from work a little early that afternoon was to catch her son fucking her boss’ daughter.

Heidi Lockwood had been fucking steadily for the past two years and was thoroughly enjoying herself. She preferred her lovers to be a little older than herself, virile and big pricked and with lots of experience. Someone who could and would fuck her hard and deep for a very long time. But recently she’d been getting it over Joey Enwright, who was her own age and was anything but experienced. In fact, Heidi suspected that he was still a virgin.

Joey’s divorced mother worked for Heidi’s widower father, and both families lived on the same block. Flora tried to be like a big sister to both the Lockwood children, Heidi and her younger brother Neil. Her son Joey was best friends with Neil, and Heidi got along well with both of them. So, as close as they all were, it was not too difficult for the horny teenager to get together with the object of her lust. She simply dropped over one afternoon after school.

She was wearing a skin-tight pair of shorts and a halter top that displayed her abundant, jiggling tits and round, generous asscheeks to their best advantage. The shorts were tight in the crotch, outlining her sensitive young pussy mound and allowing a few stray cunt hairs to peek out through the leg holes. Below the shorts, her legs were long and curvy, with full, smooth thighs and trim calves.

She’d already checked herself out in the full-length mirror in her bedroom and knew just how sensual her well-developed little body was. Her silky, corn-colored hair billowed and swirled around her adorable face. Her eyes were a deep, clear blue and her full lips were pouting and juicy, framing her white, even teeth. And from the neck down, she had all the equipment necessary to make any man’s wet dream come true.

She spotted Joey raking leaves in the back yard as she came down the sidewalk. Going through the house, she stopped off in the kitchen and picked up a couple bottles of ice-cold Coke, then went out to stand on the back porch. She stood there without saying anything for a while, just watching as Joey raked the leaves into several large, neat piles.

She was fascinated by his brawny, muscular body as he worked. He was stripped to the waist and she could see the sweat glistening on his broad shoulders and athletic arms and husky chest. His strong muscles flexed and bunched just under his deeply tanned skin as he pulled against the rake.

His jeans were tight around his trim waist and across his flat ass, and Heidi thought she could make out a slight bulge in his crotch. She was trying to imagine how big his cock and balls were and how it would foci to have his prick stuffed up her cunt.

He glanced up and saw her watching him. “Hi, pest!” he yelled, his tone of voice and bright smile taking the sting out of his favorite nickname for her.

“Wanta Coke?”

“I’d love one.” He leaned the rake against a tree and walked over to the porch. Taking one of the Coke bottles from her, he sat down on the bottom step where he would be in the shade.

“Aahhh, that’s good!” he sighed after a long gulp of Coke. “I was beginning to feel well done!”

“Yeah, you looked like you were about ready to be turned over and basted on the other side,” Heidi answered, sitting down on the top step and parting her knees slightly. Her sitting above him, she knew, would give him a perfect view between her legs.

Sure enough, when he looked up and caught a glimpse of her downy blonde cunt hair and firm creamy thighs, his eyes bugged and he blinked rapidly before quickly averting them. He was uncomfortably aware that his cock was starting to twitch in his pants.

Heidi smiled to herself, having caught his reaction, then asked, “You got anything special planned for the next couple of hours?”

“No, nothing much,” Joey answered, sneaking another look between her thighs. “Why? What’d you have in mind?”

“Well, Neil is off somewhere, and Daddy won’t be home until almost six, and I know your mother doesn’t get home until about the same time, so…”

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