“Don’t look, but there’s a guy watching you, waiting for the Airporter
“Don’t look, but there’s a guy watching you, waiting for the Airporter across the street.” She manages to arch her back out even just a little bit further. Amazing . I slip up behind her, put my hands around her waist, and kiss the nape of her neck. “Baby, don’t,” she says, but relaxes into my arms. I whisper, “He wants you already.” She shivers. I say, “Just imagine what’s he’s thinking.” “Stop it,” she hisses, but she’s pressing against me. I continue, “‘What a hot babe, I wish that was me with her.’” I nibble on her ear. “And now he’s wondering just how far you’ll let me go.” “I’ll just bet he is,” she purrs and wiggles her bottom against my cock. True to form. I push her forward against the railing, towards our observant friend, and press my cock between her cheeks. She pouts a bit, “But now he can’t tell what we’re doing.” Anything for her fans. I say, “We’ll just have to play our parts better,” pull her head back against my shoulder, and run my tongue up the side of her neck. She’s a little nervous, because she can’t see him, and asks “what’s he up to?” His eyes are riveted on us, but she can’t tell with her head back, so I say, “I think he’s getting bored - he looked away.” She hisses, “then do something, Tommy,” and slides her ass up and down my manhood. I cup her tits and she sighs. I say, “Now, he’s staring. I bet he’s wondering what’s next.” Her nipples begin to stiffen in my hands. “Don’t you dare lose him again,” she moans. I rub my palms on her tits - as much of them that will fit -in a slow circular motion. Our fanclub is up against the chainlink fence on the property - as close as he can be. My fingertips play over her soft, spongy titflesh. But she says, “I don’t think that’s going to be good enough.” What the hell, it’s a win-win. “Ok, then,” I say, and slip my fingers just under her top, so I can tweak her nipples. She moans. Time to take her up a notch. I say, “Oh, that got his attention.” She presses her breasts into my hands and murmurs, “oh, sweet baby.” We both love this - she loves being possessed, I love how she gives herself up to me. I say, “let’s show him exactly what he’s missing,” and slip her tight leather skirt down her legs. No panties, damn - maybe she set me up? “Hurry, baby,” she says as she flushes light pink - adorable. It takes me a moment to maneuver my soaked speedos off my stiffening cock. “Let him see as you take each inch of my length,” I murmur, slowly slipping my length into her delectable cunt. “And width,” she grunts, rocking her pelvis back and forth to let me in all the way, opening her mouth wider and wider and wider. We’ve got a nice steady rhythm going. “Maybe he’s one of those guys who fantasizes about his Mom,” she says, finally, her head still back against my shoulder. “Oh, I know he does,” I reply. Surprised, she opens her eyes and finally gets a good look at him. I think she’s a little shocked, “wait, he’s the cute guy from the lobby.” “Yes,” I respond, “cute and well-hung - those shorts were pretty tight.” I wonder how long it’ll take her…. “You were talking to him in the bar, right?” She’s figuring it out. “Yes I was. He was admiring you - didn’t realize you were my mom….” “Good.” “… until I told him.” I’ve stopped so I can tell all. She’s blushing now, and getting more horny by the second. “Don’t, don’t stop,” she hisses and grinds up and down my cock. She looks straight at him, muttering, “he knows, he knows - must think we’re so nasty.” She’s jerking up against the railing. She’s loving it, purring, again “let’s make it as hot for him as it is for us.”. I slide her top off, exposing every inch of her tits, and she moans again. But she wants to know: “What else did you talk about?” “He said his mom was so hot, too, She kept coming on to him.” I’m about to make it even better for her. I say, “and now he’s seeing what it would be like, her twitching on his cock, just like this.” I put more force into my thrusts and continue, “The poor guy asked me what he should do.” He’s dropped his briefcase. “And you said?” She’s panting, straining against me. I’m pumping into her faster and faster. “Watch and learn, my friend.” She screams, “oh my god, Tommy, fuck your Mom, hard,” so loud, I’m sure he heard it. There’s a dark stain spreading over the front of his shorts. Then all at the same time, the bus is coming, and Mom is coming, and I’m coming. He’s runs for the bus awkwardly, trying to hide the stain with his briefcase, and just makes it. She and I collapse against the railing, panting. She revives after a few minutes, staring off into the distance after the bus. She’s always dreamy after sex. “Well, we know he was paying attention - I think there’s going to be one more happy Mom tonight.” -- source link
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