When mother is always is horny

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Calling him a man was what did it. That and the feel of her gorgeous, cuddly body in his arms and the weight of her firm little ass on his lap. Completely aroused, he cupped one of her solid, fleshy tit mounds in his hand. He squeezed her tit tightly and Flora squealed merrily.

“Oh, yeah, sweetheart,” she crooned. “Play with my tits. I really like that. It makes me all warm and sexy!”

She eased herself down onto her back on the couch, pulling him down with her. He was never sure which of them had unbuttoned her blouse, but suddenly it was gapping open and her pink, jiggly tit meat was fully exposed to his wide, admiring eyes. Her delicious reddish-brown nipples were swollen with excitement.

Neil reached down with both hands and lifted her warm, silken tits on his palms, thumbing her puffy nipple buds.

Flora’s reaction was immediate and wantonly exciting. She squealed and, giggled and squirmed, then purred like a kitten, arching her back and thrusting her bloated tits up into his hands with whorish urgency.

“Kiss ’em, Neil,” she pleaded. “Kiss ’em and suck on ’em! That really turns me on, darling!”

Too excited to refuse her anything, Neil leaned down over her jutting tit mounds and kissed the full-blown nipples. Flora whimpered blissfully and stroked her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. He flicked his tongue out and lashed it against the thick button of her tit-tip.

“Ooohhhhhh,” she mewled. “That’s right, darling, lick ’em! Lick my tits!”

Neil moved his mouth back and forth between her two quivering nipples, slurping and lapping away, nibbling on them with his teeth. By the time he was done, both her tits were hot and swollen, the taut, creamy skin gleaming with his spit.

Flora took one of his hands by the wrist and moved it up under the hem of her skirt, stroking her curvy thighs with his palm. Finally, she had the flat of his hand pressing firmly against the tight curls of her cunt hair. Neil was a little surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing panties.

“There, sweetheart,” she cooed softly, “Now you can play with my hot little pussy!”

Neil eagerly extended his long middle finger and slipped it inside the snug folds of her cunt lips. Flora squealed loudly when his finger tip brushed against a strange little nubbin that he found quivering erect at the top of her cunt slot.

“Eeehhhhhhh! Oh, sweetheart, that’s my clit! Rub it, darling, rub my stiff little clit!”

Enchanted by his new discovery, Neil stroked the fat, oily stub of her clit button, Flora continued to squeal and giggle in approval, and when he took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and pinched, she gurgled loudly in ecstasy.

After a few moments, Flora whispered, “Your finger is just wonderful, Neil, dear. But I know something that would feel a lot better! Your tongue!”

Neil was shocked at the idea. He’d heard about such things, but he’d never thought someone as lovely as Flora Enwright would ever suggest he do it. He wasn’t even sure he knew how.

“Well, I, uh, that is, I’ve never done, uh… before,” he stammered. “But, well, okay, if you, uh, want me to.”

Flora grinned lewdly and raised her ass off the couch to push her skirt down. Kicking it onto the floor, she threw one leg up over the back of the couch and dangled her other foot off the edge, opening her long, luscious thighs. While Neil scooted down between her legs, she slipped her open blouse back over her arms and tossed it away.

Neil looked boldly at the mound of her pussy, at her plump, tight cunt lips and at the soft, swirly hairs of her pussy. He could see the fat nubbin of her clit and the gleaming beads of fuck juice that nestled in her fluffy cunt hairs.

“Looks good enough to eat, doesn’t it?” Flora asked with a mischievous little giggle.

Without answering, Neil dipped his face down into the wide V of her thighs, sticking out his tongue and lapping up over the over the flaring lips of her cunt slot.

Flora yelped loudly, both in surprise at his lack of hesitation and at the joy of his broad, wet tongue slurping over her slippery pussy hole. She arched her ass up against his face, moaning hoarsely.

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