When mother is always is horny

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Olive rose up until she was almost off Tom’s prick completely, then plunged quickly back down, sucking his cock meat back into her streaming pussy hole, until her soft, wiggly ass cheeks bounced off his hairy groin and she started up again.

Flora felt her whole body quiver and spasm as she watched. Her thin blouse was plastered to her back and shoulders with sweat, and, her hand was soaked to the wrist with her fuck juices.

Then Olive suddenly collapsed on top of Tom’s body, crushing her bloated tits into his chest. She gave a long, low sigh of complete satisfaction.

“Why’d you stop?” Tom moaned. “I didn’t cum!”

“I know you didn’t, lover,” Olive answered with a squealing giggle. “But don’t you worry ’bout gettin’ your rocks off. I’ve got plans for that stiff prick of yours. Wonderful plans!”

Slowly, Olive raised herself up until Tom’s full, meaty cock popped out of her snug pussy hole.

Flora’s eyes sparkled with obscene longing as she looked at his prick. She had never seen a cock shaft as long or as thick, and every swollen, vibrant inch of his prick looked deliciously alive.

Flora had never felt so envious of anyone in her life. She watched the hot-assed young girl lick and kiss Tom’s greasy cock, almost tasting all that firm, quivering prick meat herself.

Flora couldn’t believe that anyone could cram such a huge hunk of stiff prick meat down her throat, but somehow Olive managed to do just that.

“Suck it, suck my cock!” Tom grunted through clenched teeth.

Shiny rivulets of Olive’s saliva trickled down the length of his throbbing prick pole, soaking his crotch hair. He bucked his ass off the floor, slamming his thick cock head against the back of Olive’s throat. He clutched at her soft, auburn hair, pulling her drooling mouth down into his groin. Olive mewled softly at his roughness.

Tom held her head still with both hands and fucked his bloated cock pole up into her mouth. Olive made low, gurgling sounds as he fucked her face savagely, sounds that betrayed her avid enjoyment of what he was doing to her.

“Aahhh, here I cum, you little bitch!” Tom shouted. “Oohhhhh, here I cum right down your throat, whore!”

Flora watched Olive’s throat start to work briskly as she tried to swallow the jism that Tom was suddenly pumping into her greedy little mouth. Some of his cum leaked out between her lips and slobbered down her chin onto Tom’s hairy crotch.

When he finally stopped gushing, Olive pulled her mouth off his cock and hugged his still-hard prick shaft between her billowing tits, laying his cock in the deep valley and pressing her sweaty tits bawd from each side. She rocked her shoulders back and forth, rubbing his greasy cock meat against her cleavage, then took his prick in one hand and stroked his cock over her creamy tits like a paint brush, leaving thick, gooey trails of cum on her silky skin.

“Ohhh, lover,” she cooed happily, rubbing his jism-covered cock head over her big, puffy nipples.

Flora reluctantly slipped her fingers out of her hot, unsatisfied pussy hole and pulled her panties up over her hips. For a moment, she leaned weakly against the wall, trying to catch her breath.

Then, for the second time in as many days, she quietly tiptoed away from a doorway, horny.

CHAPTER FOUR

Later that same evening, Neil Lockwood was sitting in the living room watching TV when the doorbell rang.

Neil was a tall teenager, mature for his age and well muscled in a sinewy way, who was just beginning to become excited about girls. He was starting to notice them as something other than soft creatures with strange interests and peculiar habits, which was how he’d thought of them up till now.

So far, he’d been too unsure of himself to do anything about his feelings, but he felt sure that someday the opportunity would come his way.

Although he didn’t know it when he answered the doorbell, that day had arrived.

“Oh, hi, Flora,” he greeted her warmly. “C’mon in!”

He was always pleased to see Flora Enwright. He enjoyed her company and that of her son Joey. Lately, though, Joey had been taking more interest in his sister Heidi than in him. Flora looked a bit disappointed.

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