When mother is always is horny

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“Hello, Neil. Is your father home?”

“No, he had to go out right after dinner. And Heidi is on a date with Joey. So as your host, what would you like to drink?” Neil had always been proud of his manners.

“Huh, nothing thanks. Do you know where Tom is?”

“No, not exactly. He said something about meeting his secretary. He tried to make it sound like business, but you know what? Sometimes, I think there’s something going on with those two!”

Flora seated herself on the edge of the couch and sighed. “I wouldn’t be at all surprised,” she said, sounding rather wistful.

Neil sat down next to her and said, “Flora, is anything, wrong? You seem sort of, well… troubled.”

In fact, Flora had come over here tonight with the idea of seducing her big-cocked boss. Her son and Heidi had gone off on their date and were no doubt fucking around in the back seat of some car at this very moment.

Left alone in her house, Flora had had nothing else to do except think back to that wonderfully depraved scene in Tom’s office this morning. And the more she thought about it, the hornier she got.

She’d come to Tom’s house to get him to fuck her naughty little pussy, only to find that he was off somewhere stuffing his big prick up Olive’s well-trained cunt hole.

Flora smiled at Neil and patted his hand. “No, dear. It’s nothing you’d understand.”

“Yeah, sure! That’s what everyone tells me! You’ll understand in a few years. Wait until you’re a little older. What they really mean is that I should be seen and not heard!” He slumped back against the couch and scowled down at the floor.

“Why, Neil Lockwood!” Flora gasped, startled by his outburst. “I had no idea you thought that way!”

“Well, I do.” Neil forced himself to stay calm although it was damned difficult. “I probably shouldn’t have sounded off like that to you. You’ve been a lot less guilty than some others, and I apologize. But it is the way I feel sometimes.”

Flora was staring at him steadily with a new look in her eyes. She suddenly realized that she was all dressed for a seduction.

She was wearing her shortest skirt, her tightest blouse, and no underwear at all. And now that she thought about it, Neil had been sneaking looks at her big, bouncy tits and her smooth, trim legs ever since she’d got here.

Well, she told herself, Tom might be gone, but his son is certainly here! After her wild night with key, she no longer had any illusions about young boys. Once turned on, it seemed, there was no stopping them. Bless their little hearts!

“I wish I could do something to make up for the way I talked to you before, Neil,” she murmured, sliding closer to him on the couch. Her warm, fleshy thigh pressed against his hip. “Something that would make you feel better…”

“That’s okay, Flora,” he said, “you don’t have to do anything to…”

Before he could finish, she leaned aver and kissed him. Neil was too surprised to resist. Besides, the stiff tips of her tits were pressing into his side, and they felt good. Then her wet little tongue wiggled into his mouth, and that felt even better.

He’d never been kissed this way before, but his tongue seemed to know what to do. Almost with a mind of its own, his tongue slid wetly over his and slithered into her mouth, licking and worming around.

Flora cooed into his mouth and cuddled closer to him.

Neil was painfully aware that his cock and balls were tingling and quivering and the crotch of his pants was swelling up into a huge bulge. Suddenly he wanted to throw her down onto the floor, push her skirt up over her head and fuck the shit out of her. That’s what all the older boys at school were always bragging they did to their girlfriends, wasn’t it? And he was as grown up as any of them, wasn’t he?

The very idea made him squirm his tongue around faster in her mouth. Flora’s tongue was now deep in his mouth, tickling and darting back and forth like a warm, slippery snake. She was halfway onto his lap, her soft, braless tits mashed against his chest.

“Why, Neil, you naughty man,” she giggled when they broke for air. “You really are grownup, aren’t you?”

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