Rachel opened her black negligee fully, then let it fall back from her shoulders. It slipped to the floor like a silken shadow.
She arched her supple back and thrust her heavy tits out into Mike's eager face.
He began to suck her nipples.
She tossed the rose aside. Who was interested in a flower when that young man had his own meaty long stem raging in his trousers?
As he nursed on her swollen nipples, she gazed down into his groin.
His cock was bucking so violently that it looked as if it might tear its way through the fabric of his pants – or burn a hole through the material.
Horny Rachel was hot to get at his cockmeat. Her fingers were tingling and her palms were itching for a feel of that teenaged prick.
Her cunt was smoldering for a stuffing, and her lewd mouth was drooling with equal desire.
But she had plenty of time and she wanted to make this a truly memorable occasion for Mike – and, mainly, for the fascinated spectators.
She held her tits to his face as he switched from peak to peak, sucking and licking. He ran his tongue up through her deep cleavage and swept it around to flash against the rosy nubs again.
Then she drew back and thrust her belly out. She resisted the urge to glance toward the archway, not wanting to take a chance on alarming Chuck and Frostie, of alerting them to the fact that their mother knew damned well they were watching.
She had one foot on the couch and the other on the floor and she moved her meaty thighs apart.
Mike glanced up at her radiant face questioningly. He looked just like a new boarder at a rooming house, asking if it were time to dine.
"Eat my pussy, you lovely boy!" she invited.
His head turned back down and he stared longingly into her widespread groin.
She tilted her cunt up. Steamy fumes wafted into the young man's face and his nostrils twitched as he breathed in that heady aroma.
Her cunt was presented to his hungry face like a delicate shellfish spread out on a hairy platter and coated with a creamy French sauce.
"Don't just look – lick!" she chided the boy as he delayed the pussy-eating and gaped at her gooey cunt in a sort of dumbstruck awe.
His head jerked forward and his tongue shot out. He lapped at her cunt-lips, running his tongue slowly up each unfurled rim, then flicked at her clit. Her voluptuous body shuddered as if she had been shocked through with a charge of high-voltage current.
She undulated and squirmed, jerking her groin up and down in his face.
Mike lapped into her cunt-slot, using his curled tongue like a scoop, spooning out her thick cunt-juice.
She held his face between her hands, and ground her pussy around, her wide, firm ass corkscrewing. The flower delivery boy began to stab his tongue into her as deep as it would go, tongue-fucking steadily.
A wash of cunt-juice poured down his chin. "Ahhhhh!" Rachel whimpered.
Frostie shot a glance back at her brother.
"Jeez – Mom likes to get tongue-fucked as much as I do," she whispered, impressed.
"Yeah – and that guy ain't much older than I am, either," Chuck replied.
They stared at each other for a moment as the implications of that fact struck them both.
But then their eyes were drawn to the scene again, like iron filings to a magnet.
Stroking Mike's cheek, Rachel said, "Don't just lick, you darling boy! Suck, too!"
His mouth opened wide and he plastered his lips to her swampy cunt-slot. As he sucked on the rim, his tongue kept driving up her hole, so that he was ardently French-kissing her cunt like a bearded mouth.
Her cunt-rings sucked on his tongue.
It made him wonder what it would feel like to have those taut cunt-muscles sucking and pulling on his prick, instead – and to wonder, too, if he was soon going to find out about that sensation.
It seemed more than likely, with a lascivious lady like this one.
He had only brought her a dozen flowers. What would she be like if someone were to bring her a whole fucking hothouse?
He was rooting in her cunt like a truffle pig snorting for expensive mushrooms – and finding her clit instead of the rare fungi. He groveled in her groin and burrowed up her cunt, slurping and slobbering.
Her flow was increasing heavily, the juice pouring into his lips lavishly.
Mike knew she was about to cream.
But then she pulled her pussy off his face with a slurp as she broke the suction.
He glanced up, surprised.
Had she finished cumming already, without Mike knowing it was over?
But no. Rachel was loving this tongue-fucking so much that she wanted to prolong it for a while.
She turned around and, facing away from the seated youth, shoved her big ass back.
"Kiss my ass, too!" she urged him.
Mike had never done that before. But he was sure as shit willing to experiment. He kissed both firm asscheeks, then ran his tongue up through the musky crack.
Rachel placed her open hands on the round cheeks of her ass and spread them apart, opening the cleft and exposing the puckered brown ring of her asshole.
Mike began to lick that shithole avidly.
The kids gasped and glanced at each other again, amazed at how wanton their parent was.
Little did they know that Rachel was pulling out all the stops for their benefit.
Chuck's cock was pounding like a jackhammer in the crack of Frostie's ass, and her pussy-juice was streaming down her kneeling thighs like a cataract. Both teenagers were desperately horny and hot and ready to cum. But they ignored the needs of their loins as they pleasured their frantic eyes and fevered minds.
They knew that if they started to fuck, they were liable to lose their concentration. And they wanted to watch Mom misbehave even more than they wanted to get their own randy rocks off – for now.
So they only snuggled together and looked on as the action continued.
Mike rimmed and reamed into Rachel's musky, tart, tangy asshole. He stuck his nose into the shit-slot and inhaled the flavorsome fumes. He drooled into her asshole, then sucked his tainted saliva back out and swallowed it.
Ass-sucking was great!
This was the first shithole he had eaten out, but it sure as hell wouldn't be the last.
His tongue snaked up her guts, and his lips sucked avidly on the tasty rim. Her ass-ring was pulling on his tongue as if she were trying to digest it in reverse.
Suddenly she trembled violently.
As her lover ate in her asshole, Rachel's cunt, neglected and unattended, was starting to go off all by itself. And she sure didn't want that to happen.
She bent right over and grasped her ankles with her hands, heaving her haunches up. Mike went up with her, his mouth glued to her gooey shit-socket.
"Go down on me! Do my cunt!" she moaned.
The ardent delivery boy gave her asshole a last adoring slurp. Then his face slid on down and he buried his head in her groin again, from behind this time. His forehead was jammed to her ass-cheeks as he worked his jaw and mouth in and clamped his lips to her cunt.
Her pussy was erupting like Vesuvius.
Cunt-juice came out, boiling over his tongue and pouring past his lips. The cunt-cum was so scalding hot that he thought it might blister his tongue, sear his lips. But it would be a small price to pay for such a feast.
Rachel's ass jerked up and down like a seesaw as she jackknifed over, holding her ankles, her heavy tits swinging under her.
Mike gulped greedily from her pussy, his eager tongue and enthusiastic lips draining her off.
Done, she sank to her knees with a sigh, a dreamy smile on her trembling lips.
Her cunt was satisfied, and now her hot mouth was salivating. It was Mike's turn to cum in a face, and Rachel was really looking forward to that.
Especially since her children were watching.