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... continued her very un-convincing protest. "We can't Jason, I can't," she said, her brown eyes looking almost glazed as she stared at the growing bulge in the teen's jeans. "I couldn't, I just couldn't. I'm old enough to be your mother." Jason smiled as he started moving so slowly across the kitchen floor toward her, D backing up until the edge of the tabletop was pressing into her ass. "That's perfect, just what I'm looking for, a mommy, I want you to be my mommy," he said softly as he advanced toward D. She finally looked from his crotch up to his face as he approached, an expression I'd never seen before suddenly lighting her gorgeous face, a look of pure, unbridled lust, her eyes glowing wildly, her tongue darting around her suddenly parted lips. "Be my mom D, be my slutty mommy," he said, his voice low and firm, "Be a bad mommy for your nasty boy." I couldn't believe the way she reacted. Only about a foot separated them by then and when he uttered those obscene words D literally threw herself at him, her mouth chasing after his like she was starving for his tongue, mashing her body to him and lifting her legs like she was trying to climb up his body, her arms going back around his neck, rising up on her tiptoes as she tried vainly to press her pussy against the massive mound still swelling in his jeans. Jason sealed his mouth tightly back to hers as he grasped her silky ass cheeks in both hands, squeezing and stroking, using it to guide her backward to the kitchen table ...

... again. Once there he pulled D's t-shirt and bra the rest of the way off. My wife’s hands trembled as she removed her young lover’s shirt, moving quickly, anxious to bare his lean, hard torso. As soon as she dropped the shirt my wife began running her hands all over his smooth, hairless chest and tightly muscled tummy while smearing wet, frantic kisses all over his face and neck, a soft, constant moan coming from her lips. D's skirt had ridden up in the front, just barely concealing her pussy from my closely watching eyes. Her continual moan ended in a sharp gasp as Jason's hand disappeared beneath her disheveled skirt, her eyes widening and then slowly narrowing until they were squeezed shut, her arms back around his neck, spreading her legs wider to give him easier access to her obviously overheating cunt. "So wet," he moaned as he started sucking and kissing her neck passionately, D immediately tilting her head to make it easier for him. "Your pussy is so fuckin' wet." "Oh Jason, oh god honey," D groaned, one hand on the back of his head, toying sensuously with his thick brown hair, as he sucked and kissed her tender neck. Jason continued to cup and caress her cunt beneath her skirt as his other hand sought the waistband. When he began to fumble with it, D quickly reached down with her free hand and pushed the skirt down over her hips, letting the flowing fabric fall into a puddle around her bare feet. At last I had a clear view of Jason's hand pleasing my wife's hot pussy, ...