When mother is always is horny

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Then she heard a soft, feminine sound that was halfway between a giggle and a squeal coming from the partially open door of Tom Lockwood’s office. Flora paused, glancing back over her shoulder toward the empty reception area. She suddenly realized just how unusual it was that no one was there. She tiptoed quietly to Tom’s door and peered inside.

Tom Lockwood was lying flat on his back on the thick carpeting in front of his desk. He was wearing only a pair of white shorts and Flora’s eyes opened wide at the sight of the massive bulge in the front of them.

Olive Reynolds was crouching over him, a wicked little smile on her full lips, and she was stark naked!

Olive was a short, full-bodied girl in her early twenties with a cute baby face, clear gray eyes and rich auburn hair. Everything about her body was opulent and lavish. Her tits were huge for a girl her size, but they stood firm and jutting on her chest, with big cherry-colored nipples and a deep cleavage. Her belly was soft and gently rounded and dimpled with a small, round navel. Her legs were shapely, with full, fleshy thighs and well muscled calves. Between her creamy thighs was the bountiful triangle of her cunt hair.

Someday her voluptuous little body might turn to fat, but right now it was mouth-wateringly delicious.

Watching through the doorway, Flora heard Olive’s giggly squeal of joy as she bent over Tom’s middle and planted a juicy little kiss on the bulging front of his shorts.

Tom had his anus folded behind his head and his ankles were crossed. He looked completely at ease, as though he didn’t have a care in the world.

Flora wondered howl many other times they’d done this. She remembered all the times she’d covered the front desk while Olive had disappeared into Tom’s office dictation or some such excuse. Now Flora realized what had been going on right under her nose all this time.

Olive started tugging at Tom’s shorts, pulling them down over his legs. He raised his ass a little to help her and suddenly his stiff cock shaft bobbed free.

Flora’s eyes widened at the sight of his prick. His cock was a monster, huge and bloated, a long, thick, fleshy pole that jutted straight up from the springy curls of his crotch hair.

“Aaahhhhh,” Olive sighed. Although she must have seen Tom’s prick many times in the past, she was no less impressed than was Flora.

“Such an adorable prick,” Olive whispered. “Such a sweet, sweet cock.”

Olive pulled his shorts the rest of the way down I his legs and off his feet. Tossing them aside, she threw one leg casually over him and straddled his middle, her hairy crotch scant inches above the swaying head of his prick.

Flora could see gleaming trickles of cunt juice running down the insides of her thighs.

“I’m gonna fuck your big, beautiful cock, lover,” Olive said with a soft chuckle. “I’m gonna ride your cock like a horse and suck all the nice, hot cum out of your balls! You all ready for my tight little pussy, lover?”

“We really shouldn’t be doing this, you know,” Tom answered her calmly. “Someone might walk in here at any second.”

“Uuuhhhh, shit!” Tom grunted.

“How’s that, lover?” Olive asked. “isn’t that nice?”

“Christ, yes,” Tom moaned. “You’re so damned tight!”

Olive began rotating her crotch in a small half circle, grinding her pussy down onto the wide base of his prick. She leaned forward, planting both hands flat on the floor on either side of his head and bracing herself on her stiff arms.

The long smooth muscles of her thighs rippled tightly as she shimmied her ass back and forth on his fucking cock meat. Her bloated tit globes rubbed caressingly over Tom’s broad, hairy chest.

“C’mon, lover,” she whispered. “Give my tight little pussy a real good fucking. Ream my cunt out I good, lover! Fuck it till I cry for mercy!”

Flora was struck by the little-girl quality of Olive’s voice. She sounded like a ten year old begging for a piece of her favorite candy. Which, now that she thought about it, wasn’t too very far from the truth.

Flora found the combination of Olive’s childlike attitude and sluttish behavior to be wantonly exciting. Almost without being aware of what she was doing, she reached underneath her skirt, pushed the narrow crotchband of her panties to one side and slid two fingers up inside her own drippy cunt hole.

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