When mother is always is horny

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“Eeekkkkk!” Flora squealed in pleasure, mashing Olive’s face down into her hairy cunt. “C’mon, honey! Eat me!”

Olive shivered in delight, pleased by what she was doing to Flora. She cupped the wet mound of her cunt with one hand and rubbed firmly while she continue to suck and lick at Flora’s gooey pussy hole. Flora hugged Olive’s head between her fleshy thighs.

“Ohhhhh yeah! Do it to me!”

Her eyes were dazed and glassy. Choked, gulping whimpers bubbled out of her slack mouth as she climaxed.

After she’d caught her breath, Flora sighed and murmured, “That was wonderful, honey.”

Olive rested her cheek against the firm smoothness of Flora’s thigh, smiling happily. She watched as Flora’s pretty pink cunt lips twitched. She could see creamy fuck juice still oozing out of Flora’s slit, and she licked her lips, remembering the delicious taste.

Suddenly, from behind, she felt Tom lift her up to a sitting position and put one arm around her shoulders. She had completely forgotten that he’d been seated on the other end of the couch all this time.

She cooed and leaned against him, pressing her tit firmly into his side. She glanced down into his lap and saw the massive bulge in the front of his shorts.

“You wanna fuck, honey?” she bluntly asked.

Tom chuckled and cupped one of her large tits, rolling her thick, rubbery nipple between his fingers. Olive squealed merrily and tilted her face up to be kissed. She sucked his tongue into her warm, wet mouth and lapped with her own.

Then, breaking the kiss, she hopped off the couch and hurriedly stripped off her skirt and panties.

Flora had obediently dropped on hand down into her crotch and was now busily fingerfucking her drippy little cunthole, adding to the pleasure of her blow job. Her other hand was moving back and forth from one jutting tit to the other, tweaking the nipples.

Tom groaned throatily and pushed his ass right up to the very edge of the couch, trying to thrust even more of his lengthy pole into Olive’s mouth. Her pursed juicy lips wrapped themselves tightly around his prick staff as her head bobbed up and down in his lap. The bulbous tip of his prick banged into the back of her throat.

His thick cock meat jerked and lurched and he began spewing his hot, salty jism into her mouth. She swallowed and gulped, trying to keep up with the steady, spurting flood.

“Save some of it in your mouth, honey?” Flora whispered, her finger still pumping in and out of Olive’s streaming pussy slit.

Olive knew immediately what Flora’s idea was. She held the last mouthful of tasty cum and raised her head from Tom’s cock. She turned and kissed Flora, the thick, buttery cum passing from one mouth to the other. When they’d finished their kiss, they swallowed greedily and licked each other’s mouths clean.

“Mmmmmm,” Flora purred, smacking her lips. “That was delicious!”

Tom leaned forward, his hands reaching out to fondle and massage Olive’s big, heavy tit mounds. Olive knelt, her back arched toward him, her tits thrusting straight into his skillful hands. Flora knelt behind her, running her hands over Olive’s squirmy ass cheeks and probing into her hairy crotch to toy with her stiff little clit.

“As soon as Tom’s hard again,” Flora whispered into Olive’s ear, “you can suck on my pussy while he fucks you up the ass! Doesn’t that sound nice, darling?”

“Mnnnmmmm,” Olive cooed, her eyes softening at the picture that flashed through her lust crazed mind.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Flora decided to wear just her G-string panties and her new pullover nightie. She studied herself carefully in the bedroom mirror.

The gown was totally backless, sleeveless, strapless, low in the front and ended just a few inches below her ass. It was snug around her slim waist and the built-in bra lifted her tits and pushed them together into a mouth-watering cleavage, while leaving her dark, swollen nipples showing through the semi-transparent silk.

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Tom was coming over tonight. He’d asked her to send Joey out so they could be alone. She wanted to look her best for him tonight.

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George B. J. Martin

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