Amy looked back over her shoulder, but kept pumping up and down.
"Amy! What are you doing? Mr. Larson! How dare you! That's my little daughter!"
Mr. Larson was stunned. He didn't know what to do or what to say.
Amy fucked faster. His cock tickled her pussy and made her feel fabulous.
Janet stood for a moment watching, then walked over and stopped when she was just above them.
"I can't believe this!" she barked.
"I'm sorry… I…" Mr. Larson stammered.
"We're fuckin', Mom," Amy said. "Oh, you'll pay for this, Mr. Larson," Janet said, finally realizing what her brilliant daughter was up to. "Why, I could tell the police and have you arrested."
The dignified businessman had a shocked look on his face. He looked at Janet, then back to Amy. Amy was still fucking up and down on his cock.
"Amy, stop doing that right now!" Janet snapped.
"He's got a hold of me, Mom."
"Let her go, Mr. Larson!"
"Yes, of course," Bob said, lifting his hands from Amy's hips.
Amy pulled up and off his prick. She sat down beside Mr. Larson, her skirt up on her waist, her pussy juicy and wet. Mr. Larson's prick thumped a throbbing beat, the stalk slishy with cream.
"See, Mom, he's all hard and stuff."
"Yes, I can see. Shame on you, Mr. Larson!"
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"This is outrageous! I can't believe you'd come to my house and do something like this," Janet said, standing over him.
She looked gorgeous in a bright red sweater that bulged salaciously with the lift of her huge tits. A tight black skirt wrapped her hips, and her legs were encased in dark nylons, red high heels.
Her lips were painted bright red, and her cheeks had a generous blush of red on them.
"A man your age… and with a high school girl!" she scolded. "You are despicable!"
Janet sat down on the other side of Mr. Larson.
"We could drag you into court over this you know," she said.
"Oh, please, don't! I have a family, a position in this city," Mr. Larson said, trying to get his bulging cock back in his pants.
"We could and we probably will," Janet warned.
"No, listen, let's discuss this."
"Amy and I have a consulting company. Maybe you could hire us for your airline. We could come up with some good marketing ideas."
Mr. Larson couldn't get his hard, thick cock back in. "You do… ah, well, ah, now that's, ah, something we could discuss then."
Janet slapped his hand away from his cock. She clutched it in a tight grip, her fingers curling around the stalk, her red fingernails glistening.
"Yes," she said, pumping his dick slowly, "our company, JAMY, Inc. could probably help you increase your passenger load, couldn't we, Amy?"
"Sure, Mom."
"Oh, yes, I'm sure you could," Bob panted.
Amy reached over and rubbed the palm of her hand in circles on the top of his creamy cock.
"Yeah, Mom and I have good ideas."
"You like my little girl, don't you, Mr. Larson?" Janet cooed.
"I… well… I've never… I mean, I never thought that…"
"I think he'd like to fuck me some more, Mom. Can we? Can Mr. Larson and me fuck?"
Janet pumped faster on his prick. "Do you, Mr. Larson? Do you wanna fuck my daughter?"
"Ah, well, she is a beautiful young lady. You could hire Amy as a consultant at three thousand dollars a month for a year's contract," she said.
"Yes, certainly. That's very workable," he said.
"Good, then we have a deal?"
"Yes."
Amy now had hold of Mr. Larson's prick. She played with it lewdly while she rubbed her little hand between her legs on her blonde pussy.
Janet stood over them. She lifted her black skirt, showed off her bright, red satin panties, her red garter belt.
"We'd let you have a weekly meeting with us about your airline," Janet said. "Perhaps we both interest you?"
"You wanna fuck Amy some more?"
"Yes I do!" he blurted.
"Amy, you wanna let Mr. Larson fuck you again?"
"Should I, Mom?"
"If he wants to, you probably should."
"You wanna fuck me, Mr. Larson?" Amy whispered, pumping his fizzing-jizzing cock.
"Oh, God yes!" he panted.
"You are a naughty, naughty man, Mr. Larson," Janet huffed.
Amy stood up. She pulled her school skirt up. Mother and daughter, two beauties, two sexy, sweet lovelies, stood in front of Mr. Larson.
"Oooooh, ohhhh!" he whistled. "Look good?" Janet teased. "Yes, yes, yes!"
Janet unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall. Amy did the same. Janet stood in her tit-filled red sweater, red panties, red garter belt, nylons, and red heels. Amy stood in her pink sweater, her tits pushing at the tight material, her knee socks and saddle shoes.
"Fuck him, Amy!" Janet said hotly.
"Okay," Amy whispered, then straddled Mr. Larson's prick.
She took his cock in her succulent little cunt and started bucking up and down.
"Like that, Mr. Larson? You like fuckin' my little daughter?"
"I love it!" he yelped.
"Fuck him faster, Amy!"
"I'm fuckin' fast, Mom!"
"Fuck me!" yipped Mr. Larson.
"That's it, baby, go fast! Go fast, baby!" Janet urged.
"Oh, shit!" the man cried.
Amy bounced wildly on his stiff prick. She fucked harder, faster, held on with a lock around his shoulders. She knew she was going to cum. She thumped wildly. Mr. Larson's cock swelled in her pussy.
"I'm gonna cum!" Amy shouted. "Me too," the man whispered.
"Fuck, then, and cum!" Janet demanded. "Fuck him, Amy! Fuck him good!"
"Ohhhh, ohhh, shittttt!"
Amy cried, as the delicious ripple of climax ran through her.
She felt the hot gush of cream shoot up into her pussy. Mr. Larson burbled and gurgled in an unintelligible voice as he shuddered and shot off.
"Fuck him, Amy, honey!" Janet called. "She is!" Mr. Larson panted. "She's fuckin' me!"
Amy slumped over on top of Mr. Larson and felt the last squirt of cream from his prick. She took a deep breath and rolled off.
Janet moved in. She straddled the man. His cock was oozing, sticking out of his slacks. She fisted it, then fucked down on the bulging cock stalk.
"How 'bout it? You wanna fuck me?" she asked.
"Yessssss!"
"Okay then, I'm gonna give you a fuck you'll never forget, mister," Janet warned as she swirled her hips in a salacious twirl, screwing Mr. Larson's thick prick.
"Gawwwwwd, Mom, that looks good, you up there fuckin' him like that!" Amy whispered.
"Watch me," Janet said. "Watch me fuck!"
"Go, go, go, Mom!"
"Ahhhh, ohhhh!" Mr. Larson cried.
Janet bucked up and down. It was as if she were riding a bronco in a rodeo. She clutched the shoulder of Mr. Larson's suit coat with one hand. Her other was waving in the air.
"Go, Mom! Fuck, Mom!" Amy yelped, as if she were cheering on her team at Ryder High.
Amy leaned over and swirled her tongue in Mr. Larson's ear, then kissed him hotly on the mouth. He reached over and left handed her cunny, getting a finger hooked in the mushy muff.
"He's fingerin' me, Mom!"
"I can see."
"Should I let him?"
"Sure, honey. He likes it. Right Mr. Larson?"
"I love this!" he shouted.
Janet rocked up and down. Mr. Larson's cock greased in and out of her pussy. Amy watched the slick slide.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck!" she chanted.
"Ooooooh," Mr. Larson whimpered. "I wanna fuck again!" Amy called. "Not now, honey," Janet said. She bounced furiously now. "I'm gonna get it!" she screamed. Mr. Larson humped off the couch, speared his cock up into Janet's cunt.
"Oh, yeah! Way up in there!" Janet babbled. "Way up in my pussy!"
"Shit!" Amy hissed.
Janet shook wildly. Mr. Larson creamed her cunt.
"Ahhhhhh, ohhhhh!" he shouted. "You guys cummin' aren't you?" Amy whispered. She pulled Mr. Larson's hand away from her pussy and fingered herself wildly until she came with a force that jerked her forward on the couch, her back straight.
She shuddered, sucked in her breath with a loud gasp, and huffed. "Whooooo, fuckkkkkk!"
"Good, good, good, we're all cummin'!" Janet wailed.
"Oh, ladies, girls, darlings!" Mr. Larson sobbed.
Janet huffed and puffed as she slumped on top of Mr. Larson, then whispered, "That's enough fuckin' for tonight."
"Oh, yeah, sooooo nice!" he panted. "You come back next week with that contract, okay?" Janet asked.
"I'll be here."
He put his cock away and left. Amy got up and stretched. "What's JAMY, Inc., Mom?"
"I dunno yet. We'll have to see a lawyer first thing in the morning," Janet said, smiling.