Sally Simpson

And mom makes three

CHAPTER ONE

Sally Robbins made sure no one was watching, then slipped the master key into the lock of Room 120. She walked in quickly, closing the door behind her. Already, she was beginning to shiver with excitement, her nipples hardening under her light summer blouse.

The room looked pretty much like any of the other twenty-five rooms in the motel – double bed, nightstand, rickety chest of drawers. But there was one important difference – on the far wall, hung lower than the paintings in the other rooms, was a large painting of a sailboat.

Sally approached it and carefully lifted it off the wall, then laid it aside. Underneath it was what looked like a large window looking into the room next door. It was Sally's secret vice – a two-way mirror.

Late that afternoon, a newlywed couple had registered at the front desk, and she only needed to take one look at them before deciding to put them into Room 122 – the room next door to the one she was now standing in.

The man had been tall, blond and good looking, and the cock bulge in his trousers had been enormous. He couldn't keep his hands off of his wife. He kept squeezing and fondling her, and it was easy to see why – she was a delectable young woman. Short in stature, with long dark hair, full, round tits, and a peaches-and-cream complexion, she could make any man weak with desire.

Now, as Sally sidled up to the mirror, she could hardly wait to watch the action. The blond man was lying stretched across the bed, completely nude, with an incredible hard-on.

Sally licked her lips at the sight of his thick purple prick with its large, mushroom-shaped head. His cock was maybe six inches long normal in length – but it was incredibly fat, with large pulsing veins running up and down the cock shaft. Sally clamped her thighs together as hard as she could. She felt the stirrings of lust in her clit and cunt.

The man was rubbing his hand up and down the shaft of his prick, now and then looking off to the left, where the bathroom was. Then all at once, he leered and his cock lurched in his hand. Sally saw why when the pretty brunette came into view. She was wearing a flimsy, see through short nightgown that displayed her many attractions.

The woman walked toward the bed, and then she stopped and turned slowly around so her husband could get the full effect of the gauzy pink material over her body.

Sally whistled under her breath – the woman was incredibly shapely with big, firm tits capped by large, dark nipples. And though she was short, her legs were nicely proportioned; her hips were slim and her waist neatly nipped in. When the woman shook her ass in her husband's direction, Sally felt a pang of jealousy. The ass cheeks were perfect in every way – high, and firm, curving beautifully over the thighs.