Her Foxy Mom.

Chapter 1

Her mother's bedroom door was closed and Charlene could hear nothing
from behind it. As she'd hoped. Either her mother was still out or she was
sleeping.

Either way, the last thing Charlene wanted at that moment was a hassle
for being out late on a school night with a bonus lecture thrown in regarding
the need to apply herself with finals coming up so soon.

Shoes in hand, Charlene crept quietly up the stairs to the second floor
of the big duplex apartment. Even with her mother's generous salary, they
wouldn't have been able to afford the plush, spacious apartment on East 35th
Street without her father's large alimony and child-support payment each month.
Her parents had divorced twelve years before, when she was five.

The carpeting was soft, her bare toes sinking in. Charlene was always
exceptionally aware of tactile sensations. She was even more so on that night.

Why did he stop? The words were a wail of frustration and protest
inside her head.

She passed the closed door of her mother's study and slipped into her
own room, closing the door behind her and dropping her shoes negligently on the
bed.

Is there something wrong with me? She turned, facing the full- length
mirror on the back of her door and examined her reflection, even though she knew
it wasn't anything about her that had put him off, that had stopped him, just
when his hand on her pussy was on the verge of bringing her off.

Her eyes flickered over the young girl in the mirror. She was an
attractive girl, a beautiful girl, in fact. Every time she walked down a
street, she could feel the eyes of men on her. Men old enough to be her father
turned their heads to watch her and walked into the sides of parked cars.

The girl in the mirror was only five-foot-six, but somehow gave the
impression of being much taller. She had titian hair, that rare color combining
all the finest elements of red and brown. Her hair was rich and lush and full
and straight, falling long and sensuously down her back almost to her ass. Her
complexion was that special complexion unique to redheads, almost translucent
and yet somehow with a touch of dusk in it. Most people only get to see that
complexion once in a lifetime. If they're exceptionally fortunate and all the
karma is right, twice. No more. Her hair and complexion were a wild card,
having come obviously from neither her auburn-haired mother nor her nordic,
blond-maned father.

Her gaze flickered down over her body. Her breasts, a bit large for an
otherwise slender, willowy frame, pushed out impudently against her simple
cotton blouse. In the light of the room, there was no certain indication that
her breasts were braless. Their firm lift and steady rise and fall were almost
too perfect. She didn't need a bra. She was seventeen, healthy, athletic and
her body was taut and supple with her active existence. But in bright daylight,
she knew, her nipples were vague little spots of bright red shifting and moving
inside the pale blouse. And she knew her boyfriend noticed them. He always
teased her when he saw them stiffen. Given the right circumstance, he'd even
surreptitiously tweak the throbbing, aching little buds through the blouse with
thumb and forefinger.

Her torso tapered down to her waist. She was proud of her waist. It was
only twenty-one inches around, not an ounce of flab or a hint of sag to be found
anywhere on it -- anywhere on her, for that matter. Beneath her clothes, her
stomach and abdomen were faintly ridged with a hint of healthy muscle. She swam
at the health club twice a week and the butterfly was her favorite stroke.

Why did he stop? He knew I wanted him to keep going. She remembered
his hands inside her blouse, fondling and caressing her thrusting tits, his
touch sending shivers of arousal through her lovely body. She remembered how
her legs had opened, spreading in weak invitation on the car seat. She
remembered the touch of his fingers on her bare stomach, her shorts opened at
the waist, his hand slipping down, moving always closer to the lightly furred
juncture of her thighs. She'd felt as if her vagina was on fire and her clitoris
had throbbed so powerfully that she'd expected it to burst right through her
panties and the crotch of her shorts.

And then he'd stopped.

Why?

She glanced again at her image in the mirror. Her hips were slender, if
anything, a trifle too slim. Her shorts fit her like a second skin and the
aggressive thrust of her pubic mound was clearly visible. Her legs were long
and shapely, smooth and flashing gracefully when she walked.

Why?

She could've screamed with frustration. Finally, she took her attention
from her own reflection and went to the closet. Quickly, she stripped off her
clothes and slipped into a fluffy white terry cloth robe. She threw all of her,
clothes down into the hamper for washing. The way she'd been turned on, her
pussy juices had soaked the crotch of her panties and shorts.

She was hungry. She remembered reading or hearing somewhere that hunger
could be a sign of an unsatisfactory sexual encounter. That, she decided, was
one hell of a perceptive insight on someone's part.

Charlene switched off the light in her bedroom and walked down the
stairs. The kitchen and dining alcove were on the lower level of the apartment.

At the base of the stairs she froze, straining in the silence of the
apartment.

She heard it again, distinctly this time.

It sounded like a moan.

She is home!

Charlene slipped with feline grace down the darkened hall and poised
outside the door to her mother's bedroom. She didn't expect to hear any
creaking of bedsprings; her mother had chosen a waterbed for herself. Which was
totally in keeping with her mother's style. At thirty-nine, her mother was a
vital, active women -- and a damned sexy one, too. Even Charlene could
appreciate that.

She could certainly appreciate her mother's need for male company. More
so with each passing day of her own frustration.

She pushed her hair back and pressed her ear gingerly to the door. From
inside, Charlene could hear a man's voice, muffled but distinctively masculine.

Derek?

Her mother had met Derek a few weeks before. He was the kind of
good-looking man whose looks really lent credence to the idea that a man reaches
his prime at thirty-five. He was tall and dark and fit and handsome and his
eyes smoldered with pure animal sensuality when he turned it on. Even she'd
felt it when her mother had introduced them.

Her mother had been a hell of a lot more mellow since taking up with
Derek.

Hell, even Mom is getting it. Why can't I?

There was a long silence from inside the bedroom. Charlene felt her
nipples hardening, her pussy starting to secrete as she had a quick mental image
of her mother and Derek making it together. She knew what her mother's body was
like: much as her own, only more hips, more tits, and more ass. She wondered
what Derek's was like. She was sure he was trim, in good shape.

Wonder what his ... his prick is like?

She knew what would fit his looks and aura. A prick that was seven or
eight inches long, long enough to reach all the itching deep inside a woman's
cunt. Not too thick, and swollen hard as iron, purple with hot blood.

She found her hand had slipped through the folds of her robe and was
moving lightly aver her pubis. Her eyes half closed as her fingers massaged her
pussy lips. A sudden gush of pleasure went through her. She started to lose her
balance, reached out with one hand and caught at the end of the door frame. Her
head pushed against the door --

-- and it swung inward.

Charlene froze in horror. The door swung inward another three or four
inches -- and then stopped.

Had they seen it?

She drew back to one side, hesitated.

No, they hadn't -- and judging by the now clearly audible little gasps
and slurps she could hear from through the door crack, they weren't likely to.

"Yes, do that, Liz -- oh cripes!"

Derek's voice was strained. What was she doing, to him?

Then Charlene heard a muffled moan, her mother's -- as if her mouth were
full.

Afraid of being caught, Charlene shifted her weight and began to
straighten -- and then caught a flash of light from inside.

Her eyes widened. She could see them!

Charlene leaned closer to the wall. There, inside the bedroom, she
could see the two of them quite clearly reflected in the mirror atop her
mother's dresser. The drapes of the bedroom window were drawn open. The light
of the New York City skyline fell upon the bed, giving the two naked forms there
a pale luminescence.

Her jaw sagged open.

They were eating each other.

Her hand cupped her cunt between her legs, her palm moving unconsciously
against her sensitive pussy lips.

Her mother was hovering over Derek on all fours, her legs spread and
straddling his chest. Derek's shoulders were resting on top of her calves. Her
mother's ass was tensed, her hips bent down. She was forcing her pussy into and
on Derek's face. Charlene watched as he moved his head slowly from side to
side. She could imagine what she couldn't see in the shadows: his tongue
lapping out to lave and probe the gaping cunt offered to him. Her mother's hips
rolled tightly from side to side, her ass cheeks shifted and rippled as the
tensed muscles clenched and shook with the pleasures her lover was giving her.

And Charlene's mother was returning the favor in kind. She had her
hands on his powerfully hewn thighs, just above his knees. Her hair was
disheveled and hung down, brushing the insides of his legs. Her breasts, so
much like Charlene's but so much larger and more yielding in their voluptuous
richness, hung down to move over Derek's taut abdomen. She twisted her head from
side to side, moving it up and down, her lips pursed to kiss gently the length
of Derek's erection.

Which was just what Charlene had imagined it to be.

She watched as her mom parted her lips and took a section of his dick
between them. Derek's hips suddenly heaved up violently. She could see her
lips concaving with the effort of her sucking. Her mother moved one hand
between his thighs, then upward. Charlene couldn't see what was being done
there from her perspective, but she could easily imagine: her mother was
touching his balls.

She watched as Derek brought his hands up higher on her mother's pussy.
He pulled her down to him, driving her pussy urgently into his mouth. His lips
opened still wider -- and then it looked for all the world to Charlene as if
he'd actually sucked the entirety of her cunt into his mouth.

Especially judging by her mother's reaction. She watched as the woman
who'd borne her took her lips away from his dick, lifted her head far back and
gurgled through slackly parted lips. Her mother's hips began to jerk, her ass
tightened still more as she thrust her eager cunt fiercely into his hungry mouth
-- and Derek seemed more than eager to have it.

Again Charlene heard the distinctive slurping sounds -- and then
realized that Derek was sucking her mother's labia and jamming his tongue inside
simultaneously, probing and exploring the inner delights of her quim.

Her mother's pelvis abruptly bucked, spastically -- and then she was
grinding her loins down powerfully against his face. It looked to Charlene as
if Derek's nose was actually nuzzling high up between her mother's rich, ripe
ass cheeks -- perhaps pushing against her mother's anus!

Charlene insinuated one slim finger between the lips of her own cunt.
Distantly, she felt her pussy sucking at the invading digit, trying to pull it
deeper inside.

Her mother's pelvis shuddered -- and then Derek was pushing her over
onto her back. He knelt above her, shuffling forward. They were clearly
silhouetted against the window in the mirror then and Charlene could make out
almost every detail of what they were doing.

Her mother quickly opened her lips in welcome as Derek's rigid prick
weaved towards her. He kept moving forward over her until his ass was resting
lightly on her mother's heaving tits. Her mother licked out with her tongue,
twirled it about the head of his throbbing prick -- and then took the glass into
her mouth.

Derek leaned forward, putting his arms out. His hands rested on the bed
over her mother's head. He was on all fours, linked to her mother only by the
fleshy pole descending from his thick, hirsute pubic bush into her lips.

She watched as Derek began moving his hips sinuously down and up. A few
inches of his cock disappeared into her mother's mouth only to reappear again,
gleaming dully with saliva in the dim illumination. Her mother's hands came up
to his trim, athletic hips, guiding his strokes as he slowly pumped his prick
into her face.

He began to pick up speed. His hips were moving more sharply, with less
restraint and his dick was jabbing into her mother's lips. The shaft slid back
and forth, in and out of the tightly pursed oval of wet, glistening mouth. She
could see her mother's throat working when Derek pushed down deep and hard.

Her mother's hand came up to find and grip Derek's muscular ass cheeks.
Her fingers dug into the hard flesh of his ass -- and then she was literally
pulling him down to her, forcing his dick farther into her face. Now his every
stroke brought his big, hairy balls down to brush her chin. His pubic hair
tickled her mother's nose as he fed his cock into her eagerly sucking mouth.

Derek suddenly groaned and then he pushed his dick slowly into her
mother's mouth. Inch by inch, the veined rod of flesh disappeared into her
mother's face until her lips were hidden within the coarse hair of his bush
about the base of his prick. He held himself there. Charlene watched her
mother's throat convulsively working, her cheeks concaving as she continued to
suck -- and then Derek was shuddering, hips jerking, legs quivering.

Charlene couldn't believe she was actually seeing her mother suck her
lover off, but the evidence was before her eyes ... and the proof that she was
seeing it was the effect it was having on her. Charlene's delightful nipples
were stiff and hard as small stones, aching with the need to be licked and
sucked and pinched and fondled. Her breasts, so full and firm with her
seventeen years, heaved rapidly. And down between her legs, in the soft pink
slit of her lower lips, between those swollen, ultra-sensitive labia, her pussy
sucked and gripped her own masturbating finger as if in hopes of massaging it
into growth -- growth that would magically transform her finger into a man's
hard, throbbing cock.

A cock much like the one she was seeing at that very moment.

Derek was raising himself as his ass cheeks clenched a final time. Her
mother's lips tightened about the shaft of his cock as he slowly withdrew it.
His prick was sheened with his own semen and her saliva.

Her mother gripped the depressed ring in the shaft of his cock just
behind the knob with her mouth, twirling her tongue around and around the
sensitive chunk of male meat -- and then Derek pulled it out with a loud pop!

Derek let himself fall limply onto his back. The waterbed rippled in
response to the sudden movement, causing her mother's flushed body to undulate
slowly. Her large, ripe tits moved restlessly and Charlene noted that her
mother's nipples were still hard.

Derek lay with his loins next to her mother's heads. Charlene watched
as her mother rolled onto her side, facing his big, limp dick and his freshly
drained balls. Her mother reached out with her tongue, just the tip, and began
moving it over his thighs and hips. There was a dull coating of perspiration,
saliva and misguided semen on his flesh and from the way her mother was licking
at it, it wouldn't last very long.

Charlene watched her mother move her head closer to Derek's spent prick.
Her tongue moved lightly, caressingly over the tender tip flesh, gently laving
it. She leaned her head still farther forward and Derek let his legs slip apart
to grant her access to the obvious object of her intentions -- his balls.

Sure enough, her mother began licking the base of Derek's dick and then
went still lower. Her tongue wriggled sinuously over the wrinkled, hairy sack
of flesh holding his balls. She put one hand between his legs. Her index
finger moved against his scrotum between the loosely floating orbs of his
oversized balls, tightening his ball sack about them, lifting and spreading
them.

Charlene's mother opened her mouth wide, pressed forward -- and actually
sucked one of Derek's testicles into her mouth.

Charlene just stared, even the pussy-fucking finger momentarily
motionless. She'd never actually seen anything like that before. What was it
like to have a man's ball in your mouth? she wondered. What did it feel like
and how did it taste?

Her mother sucked on the captive testicle, her tongue sliding around and
over it. Charlene could see that already Derek's dick was beginning to
resurrect. The long, limber chunk of drained meat was hardening, swelling once
again.

Her mother shifted between his legs, releasing the first and sucking in
the second testicle, treating it to the same exciting mouth action.

At the same time, Charlene watched her mother bring one hand up to grip
Derek's reviving dong. Her fingers curled about it and she began moving her
fist up and down over it. Derek's trim hips were starting to jerk and shudder
with the pleasures and want her mouth and hand were once more inspiring.

And Charlene's single slender digit was once again moving in her tight
young cunt, stroking back and forth in imitation of the fucking she so greatly
desired and so richly deserved.

Her mother moved back, releasing his balls. She slid her fist down to
the base of his prick and bent the rigid cock down towards her mouth -- and then
once again sucked the head of his dick between her lips.

But this time she had no intention of drinking his hot fuck juice.

This time, the mouth action was only additional preparation for what her
mother really wanted most of all.

To be fucked.

Charlene watched as her mother's hand went to his hips and began urging
him lower on the bed. Derek didn't really need the urging, not when confronted
with such a lovely pussy -- especially when that pussy was eager to receive the
full length of his turgid cock.

He moved quickly to cover her mother's well-rounded form with his own
muscular body. Her mother's legs spread quickly, widely, her knees bent and her
feet flat on the shifting surface of the waterbed. Both of her mother's hands
were between their perspiring bodies, finding and gripping the shaft of Derek's
raging prick, guiding it to the center of her hot womanhood -- her twat.

"Ooooh, yes, yes, fuck me!"

Her mother's words came out in a gasp, almost a gurgle of pleasure as
she felt the head of Derek's dick dip into her cunt. The knob stretched her
labia wonderfully, drawing them taut. As he sank into her, his long, wickedly
throbbing prick pulsating with hot blood and boiling semen, she felt every
little bump and irregularity in the surface.

"Aaaaah -- that's it!"

Charlene couldn't believe that it was her mother -- her mother! --
talking and acting like that. To be sure, she'd known her mother took lovers
since she'd first learned the facts of life seven years before. And her mother
had brought her boyfriends home with her before, too -- even had one or two
sleep over without the least attempt at concealing the fact.

But never had she ever dreamed that her mother, the career woman with
the sharp mind and crisp, businesslike manner, could ever be so quickly and
thoroughly transformed into a naked, writhing mass of nerves and flesh!

She watched, eyes wide and fixed on the reflected forms in the mirror.
Her legs still bent, her mother was gripping Derek's trim hips with the insides
of her thighs while simultaneously throwing her hips up to meet his little
lurches.

But as his cock became thoroughly lubricated with the effusive
secretions on the inside of her mother's cunt, Derek's strokes began to pick up
in both speed and intensity. Faster, deeper, stronger -- and all the time, her
mother was meeting him shot for shot, humping back up at him with all her
strength. The sounds of the wet genitals slurping and sliding together, the
sound of wet abdominal flesh slapping together, the sound of balls smacking up
against the crease of her mother's rich, firm buttocks -- all of those sounds
filled Charlene's ears.

And their effect went directly to her cunt.

She plunged the invading finger into her own pussy as deeply as she
could. Charlene had all but stripped her cherry completely away with a variety
of slim objects over the past few years of experimentation -- and frustrated
horniness.

She wriggled the digit inside her twat, feeling the walls of her quim
close on the intruder and grip it. Her eyes, half-closed and heavy-lidded, were
fixed on the meeting point of the loins of her mother and her mother's lover,
seeking and savoring every least, quick glimpse of the thick, bumpy shaft of
flesh working in and out of the slot between her mother's legs. How Charlene
wished it were her own cunt Derek's prick was reaming! She tried to imagine
what that would feel like, what pleasure centers his big cock could find and
detonate that were beyond the realm of her slender fingers.

Inside the bedroom, the pace was changing. Now Derek was varying the
speed and depth of his strokes. First he jammed the full length of his penis
into her mother's hot cunt, then he pulled back an inch or so and battered at
her with four or five quick, sharp strokes that were powerful enough to jolt her
mother's entire body beneath him.

But then he slowly withdrew all but the head of his dick. Beneath him,
Charlene's mother was arching her hips and exposed gash up to him hungrily, her
pelvis rolling and her ass cheeks tensing powerfully with the sensations and
needs rushing through her.

He held himself there, restrained above her. Just the thick knob of his
dong was locked inside her hungry pussy grip -- but he was getting the most from
ft.

Derek began swinging his hips above Charlene's mother, describing
circles in the air above her. Inside her quim, his cockhead was rubbing,
pressing and grinding against her cunt walls from every conceivable direction,
stretching and drawing tight her pussy lips in ways few women ever get to know.
Again and main, the top of his hard prick shaft actually ground against her
mother's swollen, protruding clitoral tip -- and her mother responded with loud,
guttural groans and vain attempts to jab her pussy up onto more of his stiff
dick.

Her mother's body was like a human bridge, with her pelvis the high
point in the span. Again and again the woman threw her hips up to her fucker
but he was in control -- and wasn't about to relinquish it.

Slowly, then, Derek pushed perhaps an inch of his penis into her
slavering cunt -- and no more. Charlene's mother became like a woman possessed.

"Yes-yes -- that's it -- that's -- NO! DON'T STOP! MORE! More -- oh,
fuck me, dammit fuck meeee ..."

Hearing her mother beg to be fucked so passionately only made Charlene
all the hotter for it herself. She thrust her slim finger all the way up into
her own sweet little slot -- only to find that was a pale substitute for the
real thing she craved.

"Please, Derek, please," her mother pleaded.

Derek grinned down at her in the dim illumination. His hips continued
moving around and around, now also thrusting up and down a bit at the same time.

"Ohhhhh, pleaaaaaase," she groaned.

Without warning, Derek unleashed a savage flurry of rapid-fire hip jabs.
His prick pistoned in and out of her mother's hungry gash. The slurp-slurp of
his fleshy prong working within her mother's sloppy, wet twat was clearly
audible.

He stopped and again let his hips circle above her in the air. Charlene
watched as her mother reacted like a woman flayed alive. Her hips shuddered,
her mouth opened and soundless wails of anguish caught in her throat, her
breasts heaved.

And then Derek let her have it.

He crashed down upon her with sudden force, slamming the full length of
his hard, thick cock into her, smashing her back down onto the bed with stunning
force.

But not so stunning that Charlene's mother couldn't appreciate the
sensations. Her cunt had been contracting under the teasing glans- fucking he'd
been giving her -- and as she received his abrupt attack, her pussy walls were
thrust brutally apart. She could feel every detail of the penetration. Her
legs came up high, ankles crossing over the small of his back. She was as wide
open to his prick as she could get -- he wasted no time at all in taking
advantage of it.

Derek raised his upper body on his arms. Kneeling between her spread,
shapely thighs, feeling the grip of her legs on him, he battered at her pussy
and pubis with his achingly hard dick. The hard, bony ring at the base of his
prick smacked up against her swollen, sensitive pussy lips and the protruding
bud of her clitoral stem. His dong was reaching and detonating all of the
readied, explosive charges of pleasure deep inside her.

Charlene saw her mother whipping her head from side to side on the bed.
Her movements told Charlene that they were into the short strokes, the frantic
jabs, the urgent thrusts that precede coming. She could just picture her
mother's cunt gripping and climbing the fleshy pole of Derek's hard cock,
covering and uncovering just the bottom inch or two as she strained for her
orgasm.

Suddenly, her mother arched her hips up at her lover. Still keeping her
leg grip on him, she curved her back up and jammed her spread loins eagerly
towards him.

"Oh shit-yes-yes -- YESSSSSsssss!" she screamed, the orgasmic cry
trailing off into a wail of intense pleasure, finally becoming a long, gasping
hiss of ecstasy as she made the peak she'd craved so hungrily.

But then Derek's loins were bashing hers -- and Charlene heard him grant
with strain and pleasure. Again and again he heaved against Charlene's mother's
pussy, jolting her curvaceous form beneath him.

He's coming inside her! Charlene realized with sudden excitement. What,
she wondered, did it feel like to have a man empty his balls of their load of
hot, thick, creamy sperm inside her cunt?

"Oh, yes, I can feel you coming -- yes, yes, yes," her mother was
blathering. Charlene managed to wedge another finger into her tight, unfucked
cunt and rubbed the two of them rapidly back and forth -- and then froze. Their
movements on the waterbed had stopped. They lay limply together. At any
moment, they might notice the open door and catch her peeping on them.

With a silent moan of frustration, Charlene pulled the two fingers from
her pussy. She held them beneath her nose, sniffing; she loved the aroma of
sex, even her own.

Tentatively, she licked her index finger. She'd never done that before.

So that's what it tastes like! Ummmm, not bad -- not bad at all.

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