Michael Corbett
Naughty hot mom
CHAPTER ONE
Melinda Davis laced her fingers together and put her hands against the back of her head, straining her enormous round tits upward. She was naked and she gazed down at the half-naked teenage boy who lay on her kitchen floor, staring up at her. Slowly, she started to dance. Her body twisted lewdly and her huge tits jiggled. She rubbed her full thighs together, then dipped, spreading her thighs and letting the boy see her glistening cunt lips.
"Beautiful!" Duane Brophy breathed. He was less than half Melinda's age.
She still didn't know what had come over her fifteen minutes ago. Until today, she had never done anything like this except in her fantasies. Although she had married young, she had lived quietly, bearing and bringing up two well-behaved children, keeping house, being faithful to her husband Kent, and going to church on Sundays.
But now she had pounced on the boy who lived next-door, the only child of her best friend, Susan Brophy, and she felt perfectly natural, as if she were doing something she had always been meant to do. She already knew that much of her old life was gone forever, and, although she had always been semi-content in her ways, she did not regret its passing.
"Get your pants down!" he growled to the boy. "I want you to jack off for me!"
"Y-yes, ma'am, Mrs. Davis!" he whispered, fumbling at the crotch of his jeans.
"I told you before, stud, call me Melinda," she said. "You are a stud, aren't you, Duane, honey? A strong, good-looking bastard like you must've had his prick in lots of hot cunts." She wasn't taunting him. Duane Brophy was handsome and heavily muscled, and, despite his youth, she did not want him to be a virgin. She wanted someone with a well traveled cock.
But his slight stutter a moment ago and the fumbling of his hands worried her. To her pleasure, though, something – her words, perhaps – made him revert to his normal confident self.
His leer returned. Wiggling, he pushed his jeans and his shorts down to his knees. Melinda gasped. From the bulge she'd seen in his pants, she'd expected him to have a big cock but not nearly as big as the stiff, gorgeous monster that was now before her eyes. His prick was huge.
He kept leering up at her as he took hold of his hard cock and stroked his prick. Melinda felt her already-swollen nipples and clit stiffen even more. She began grinding her broad hips, and each time she brought them forward she dipped again, displaying her engorged pussy lips. Duane stared at her pussy lips and her swaying tits while she stared at his prick and the hand that was slowly stroking.