27-06-2019, 10:27 PM
"Whoa," the son was taken aback.
Christie opened her eyes and looked down at his, only to see they were staring off into the distance. At the edge of the kitchen, about twenty-five people were standing there hypnotized by the way their coworker was springing up and down on the naked teen while she herself was naked from the waist down.
Neither Christie nor Adam knew what to do, so they just kept fucking while studying the faces that were watching them. Some of the men and women were touching themselves as if it were a live porno. Some were even going down on others to satisfy the urges they felt after seeing the couple in the kitchen.
Adam then spotted Olivia. She was standing near the side of the entrance to the massive kitchen. Olivia was with Frank and they were actually masturbating each other as they watched. It wasn't long until Christie noticed her son's friend and her boss ogling them.
Skeptical of what was happening, Christie and Adam saw a horny Frank mumble something to Olivia. Adam was startled, as his classmate stepped into the kitchen and towards the couple on the wooden chair.
The slutty nurse stood there with a bit of an embarrassed smile. "Would you mind," she addressed the pair, whose attention she had in full, "if took a ride- for just a few seconds?"
Disbelief was the reaction for both of the people on the chair. Adam couldn't figure out why she was doing it. Christie had no clue of her attentions either.
"Why?" Christie asked through her panting and whimpering as she bounced.
The normally reckless Olivia was quite shy at the moment. She turned back to a masturbating Frank, who gave her an affirming look as if to continue with his instructions.
"If you let me ride your partner for just under a minute then you two can go upstairs afterward and use a private bedroom to finish."
Adam analyzed his mom's reaction to the proposition. She seemed puzzled. On one hand she was having the most intimate moment of her life and she didn't want to share her son. On the other hand, with all of the people watching it wasn't that intimate anymore, and she knew it would be amazing if she could take Adam upstairs where nobody else was allowed, then they could be alone.
Christie wasn't sure why Frank sent Olivia to do it, but she figured that since all she had to do step to the side while the girl in the white nurse costume sat on her son's lap for a few moments, the reward of the private room outweighed the cost.
The sensation was marvelous as Christie and Adam watched their privates gracefully separating. Adam was still reeling from the idea of his mom having to leave, even for a short moment.
After breaking all physical contact with Adam, the blonde in the blue top warned the nurse, "You have 30 seconds before I'm getting back on." Olivia wasted no time, as she straddled her friend and sat down with Adam's cock disappearing under her white miniskirt. Bereft of a thong, his dick plopped right into the familiar-feeling pussy. Olivia started to grind on her casual sex partner.
Meanwhile, Frank, who orchestrated the plan, knowing his strict time limit, wasted no time either. Panting and quivering, he ran into the kitchen. He headed in the direction of his bombshell 41-year-old employee. The puzzle was solved in Christie's mind. Frank had been checking out her tits all night, and when he couldn't resist anymore he sent Olivia over to distract Adam.
Adam ignored Olivia, who was really just a pawn, and peered off to the side as the host of the party pleaded with his employee, "Christie, please let me finish on your tits."
The son was a little perturbed at the trick, but the only reason he was having sex with his mom that night was because of Frank, so he couldn't be too mad. Christie rolled her eyes, as she was even less enthused about the idea. If it weren't her boss and the host of the party then she would've refused.
With a 'whatcha-gonna-do?' gesture directed at her handcuffed son, followed by a mouthed, "I'm sorry," the nearly nude married mother dropped to her knees and held out her breasts in her hands.
The boss in the pirate costume jerked off rapidly over the mature chest in order to get off in the thirty-second window.
"Fifteen seconds left," sighed Christie, who wanted to remind her boss she wasn't going to wait all day for him.
Frank wasn't quite as far along as he thought. "Can I have some help?" He blurted out.
If he didn't sign her paycheck, the woman on her knees would have gotten up and smacked him across the face. Instead, she reached out with one hand while holding her chest with the other. She grabbed Frank's average dick and pumped her hand so speedily that it was beginning to burn his shaft. Christie aimed the tip at her chest.
"Five seconds..."
Frank's face went blank and his one eye that wasn't under an eye patch, cringed shut. The hand that aimed the tip made sure it all landed in one spot on her upper right boob so that nothing would get on her costume.
As soon as the last drop left Frank's shrinking package, Christie let go, stood up, and headed over to the chair without even recognizing Frank's existence.
A little upset that her son saw the events that just unfolded, a frustrated Christie nearly yanked Olivia off of Adam's lap, as she said, "Time's up!"
The 19-year-old backed away from the chair. But before she could get too far, the older woman tapped on her shoulder while pointing to the white jizz on her breast. "Clean up your boyfriend's mess."
Frank felt a bit dejected as he saw Christie make Olivia eat his cum off of her instead of her doing it herself.
Adam was a bit turned on, but all he wanted was his mom again.
Finally, the seductive mother and her horny son had the kitchen to themselves again. Adam was frightened that Frank's actions had turned his mom off, as she put her black hot pants back on and then turned to the chair and slid his boxers and orange scrubs back up to his knees. Not knowing what was going on, Adam just followed his mom's lead and raised his hips so his pants could be slid up to his waist.
His fears were premature though, as Christie walked up and sat down on his lap once more with her chest near his. She reached around him with her arm to click the lever that unclasped the prop handcuffs. "How would you like to come upstairs with me, follow me into a bedroom, lock the door behind you, and take me on a king-sized bed however you want until you finish deep deep inside of me?"
The highcollegeer was speechless. But his erection twitching against his mother's pussy through her hot pants sufficed as an answer.
The show was over as Adam and Christie practically raced up the stairs. Frank was a single man, but he had seven bedrooms so they just walked into the first guest room they saw. After locking the door behind them, they both felt safe.
Awkwardness ensued as Christie sat down on the king bed in her full outfit. She then removed her light blue cap with the black brim and the aviators resting on top. "Do you mind?"
"No, whatever is comfortable with you is fine." Adam was indifferent to her having the cap on.
The small talk filled the void that was creating the sexual tension. When they were downstairs they had the safety of excusing their behavior on peer pressure. But in the private room, where nobody else was even on the same floor, there were no excuses for their voluntary actions.
Christie opened her eyes and looked down at his, only to see they were staring off into the distance. At the edge of the kitchen, about twenty-five people were standing there hypnotized by the way their coworker was springing up and down on the naked teen while she herself was naked from the waist down.
Neither Christie nor Adam knew what to do, so they just kept fucking while studying the faces that were watching them. Some of the men and women were touching themselves as if it were a live porno. Some were even going down on others to satisfy the urges they felt after seeing the couple in the kitchen.
Adam then spotted Olivia. She was standing near the side of the entrance to the massive kitchen. Olivia was with Frank and they were actually masturbating each other as they watched. It wasn't long until Christie noticed her son's friend and her boss ogling them.
Skeptical of what was happening, Christie and Adam saw a horny Frank mumble something to Olivia. Adam was startled, as his classmate stepped into the kitchen and towards the couple on the wooden chair.
The slutty nurse stood there with a bit of an embarrassed smile. "Would you mind," she addressed the pair, whose attention she had in full, "if took a ride- for just a few seconds?"
Disbelief was the reaction for both of the people on the chair. Adam couldn't figure out why she was doing it. Christie had no clue of her attentions either.
"Why?" Christie asked through her panting and whimpering as she bounced.
The normally reckless Olivia was quite shy at the moment. She turned back to a masturbating Frank, who gave her an affirming look as if to continue with his instructions.
"If you let me ride your partner for just under a minute then you two can go upstairs afterward and use a private bedroom to finish."
Adam analyzed his mom's reaction to the proposition. She seemed puzzled. On one hand she was having the most intimate moment of her life and she didn't want to share her son. On the other hand, with all of the people watching it wasn't that intimate anymore, and she knew it would be amazing if she could take Adam upstairs where nobody else was allowed, then they could be alone.
Christie wasn't sure why Frank sent Olivia to do it, but she figured that since all she had to do step to the side while the girl in the white nurse costume sat on her son's lap for a few moments, the reward of the private room outweighed the cost.
The sensation was marvelous as Christie and Adam watched their privates gracefully separating. Adam was still reeling from the idea of his mom having to leave, even for a short moment.
After breaking all physical contact with Adam, the blonde in the blue top warned the nurse, "You have 30 seconds before I'm getting back on." Olivia wasted no time, as she straddled her friend and sat down with Adam's cock disappearing under her white miniskirt. Bereft of a thong, his dick plopped right into the familiar-feeling pussy. Olivia started to grind on her casual sex partner.
Meanwhile, Frank, who orchestrated the plan, knowing his strict time limit, wasted no time either. Panting and quivering, he ran into the kitchen. He headed in the direction of his bombshell 41-year-old employee. The puzzle was solved in Christie's mind. Frank had been checking out her tits all night, and when he couldn't resist anymore he sent Olivia over to distract Adam.
Adam ignored Olivia, who was really just a pawn, and peered off to the side as the host of the party pleaded with his employee, "Christie, please let me finish on your tits."
The son was a little perturbed at the trick, but the only reason he was having sex with his mom that night was because of Frank, so he couldn't be too mad. Christie rolled her eyes, as she was even less enthused about the idea. If it weren't her boss and the host of the party then she would've refused.
With a 'whatcha-gonna-do?' gesture directed at her handcuffed son, followed by a mouthed, "I'm sorry," the nearly nude married mother dropped to her knees and held out her breasts in her hands.
The boss in the pirate costume jerked off rapidly over the mature chest in order to get off in the thirty-second window.
"Fifteen seconds left," sighed Christie, who wanted to remind her boss she wasn't going to wait all day for him.
Frank wasn't quite as far along as he thought. "Can I have some help?" He blurted out.
If he didn't sign her paycheck, the woman on her knees would have gotten up and smacked him across the face. Instead, she reached out with one hand while holding her chest with the other. She grabbed Frank's average dick and pumped her hand so speedily that it was beginning to burn his shaft. Christie aimed the tip at her chest.
"Five seconds..."
Frank's face went blank and his one eye that wasn't under an eye patch, cringed shut. The hand that aimed the tip made sure it all landed in one spot on her upper right boob so that nothing would get on her costume.
As soon as the last drop left Frank's shrinking package, Christie let go, stood up, and headed over to the chair without even recognizing Frank's existence.
A little upset that her son saw the events that just unfolded, a frustrated Christie nearly yanked Olivia off of Adam's lap, as she said, "Time's up!"
The 19-year-old backed away from the chair. But before she could get too far, the older woman tapped on her shoulder while pointing to the white jizz on her breast. "Clean up your boyfriend's mess."
Frank felt a bit dejected as he saw Christie make Olivia eat his cum off of her instead of her doing it herself.
Adam was a bit turned on, but all he wanted was his mom again.
Finally, the seductive mother and her horny son had the kitchen to themselves again. Adam was frightened that Frank's actions had turned his mom off, as she put her black hot pants back on and then turned to the chair and slid his boxers and orange scrubs back up to his knees. Not knowing what was going on, Adam just followed his mom's lead and raised his hips so his pants could be slid up to his waist.
His fears were premature though, as Christie walked up and sat down on his lap once more with her chest near his. She reached around him with her arm to click the lever that unclasped the prop handcuffs. "How would you like to come upstairs with me, follow me into a bedroom, lock the door behind you, and take me on a king-sized bed however you want until you finish deep deep inside of me?"
The highcollegeer was speechless. But his erection twitching against his mother's pussy through her hot pants sufficed as an answer.
The show was over as Adam and Christie practically raced up the stairs. Frank was a single man, but he had seven bedrooms so they just walked into the first guest room they saw. After locking the door behind them, they both felt safe.
Awkwardness ensued as Christie sat down on the king bed in her full outfit. She then removed her light blue cap with the black brim and the aviators resting on top. "Do you mind?"
"No, whatever is comfortable with you is fine." Adam was indifferent to her having the cap on.
The small talk filled the void that was creating the sexual tension. When they were downstairs they had the safety of excusing their behavior on peer pressure. But in the private room, where nobody else was even on the same floor, there were no excuses for their voluntary actions.
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