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Max’s black Chevy pulled into his girlfriend’s drive and he shut the lights off. He was nervous for what he was about to do.

“Max,” he said to himself, looking into his rearview mirror, “You’d better be right about this.” Max took a deep breath and got out of the car, moving at a steady, confident pace up to the front door of his girlfriend’s farmhouse. There were only two lights on; the light in the den and the yard light.

Max knew that Jess was out of the city with her sorority friends. He knew she would be out of town all weekend. But, most importantly, he knew that her mom would be home all alone for the entire weekend.

Jess’s mom, Velma, was home this weekend though, and Max was going to check up on a few of his hunches. He thought he’d seen Jess’s mom looking at him out of the corner of her eye, ogling him, even. Once in a while her nipples would stiffen and show up through her blouse when he walked in, but they’d go back down right away. He was pretty sure that she’d been watching the two of them having sex before, too, but didn’t Max didn’t say anything about it to Jess.

Then there were the other things. Max would make suggestions here and there about her appearance, like saying that she looks better with long hair or that maybe her glasses needed up dating, and other little things like that. Generally it wasn’t much later that Max would notice that Velma had let her hair grow longer, that she’d changed her glasses from the black horn-rimmed style she’d always had to a frameless style with smaller lenses. Her wardrobe seemed to liven up a little bit, as well; it moved from long skirts and loose sweaters to shorter skirts and a lot more jeans and bouncier tops or tighter shirts that she’d tie at her mid rift.

Max kept thinking, “What if you’re wrong, man. What if you’re wrong…” as he approached the door. He knew she would be awake for a while, she mentioned something about watching a movie and then finishing that new book that absolutely everyone is reading. Max had 5 steps left and his mind wandered to that day that he was leaving the shower after he and Jess had just got done screwing each other silly. He walked out naked; it was 5 steps to Jessica’s door and he didn’t want to drag a wet towel in there. Velma had been asleep for hours and her bed room was 5 steps the other direction.

What he didn’t know was that Velma thought it was her daughter in the shower. Jess and Velma tended to walk around the house naked if they were getting up in the night, and Max had always found that extremely erotic. Jess’s father and mother were never married and there was never anyone around the house unless Jess had friends over or Max’s parents were over playing cards. Not expecting anyone but her daughter, she just walked down the hall naked, wanting a glass of water. She opened the door as he was leaving and they both blushed, but she held onto the door. They both gave each other a good look up and down and both their eyes glazed over slightly. They blushed a little deeper, mumbled some apologies to each other and she shut the door.

Max never forgot that fleeting glimpse he got of her though. Her toenails were painted dark auburn, the same color as her hair. Her legs were tanned and tight from all the running she’d been doing to stay in shaped. Her legs were slightly parted, giving Max a perfect view of her pussy. It wasn’t saggy, the lips weren’t loose like most women her age. Everything looked tight, just like she was a 20 year old, not the 46-year-old mother of his girlfriend.

Her bush was trimmed neatly in the classic V-shape, with her carpet fading from a fiery auburn at the top to a little trim of silver around her lips. Her belly was flat and had some tone to it, while her breasts were shapely and firm looking for her age. Her nipples were dark, but small, looking like little chocolate chips sitting on nickel sized areole. Her long hair was hanging straight and it was slightly messed up from sleeping. She looked like an older, slightly shorter version of her daughter, and that made Max very, very happy; a little too happy as he recalled as he started getting a little stiff as she stood there. She had to have noticed, and maybe that’s why she blushed as bright as she did.

Max was lost in thought and he was at the door before he knew he had crossed those 5 steps. He was barely aware of what he was doing when he pushed the doorbell, but the time between him ringing and her answering was an eternity. The only thing he could hear was the thundering of his heart crashing in his ears. “What if you’re wrong dude, what if you’re wrong,” repeated in his mind again. The porch door opened and there she was, standing in a white and light blue satin bathrobe, holding a drink in one hand, leaning on the door with the other. “You’re not wrong, dude. Get her,” Max heard rattle around in his head. The doubt disappeared and the confidence that he was known for stepped up.

“Evening, Miss Dinkley,” Max said.

“Maxwell, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Velma?” she asked, shaking her head and smiling. Her long slightly curled tresses shook with her head, making her look even better as they settled down, framing her lightly tanned face and those amazing brown eyes. She laughed a little and took a drink from her glass. “Jessie isn’t here, but you knew that,” she said after swallowing. “So why are you here, Maxwell?” she asked quickly. She took another drink and waved him in. “Don’t just stand outside all day, silly boy, come in.”

Max entered the house; following close behind her shapely ass which he swore was wiggling from side to side a little more than normal. He followed her in the front door and into the kitchen. She set her drink down on the island in the center of the kitchen and looked at him.

“You look like you want to talk or something,” she said. Her speech wasn’t slurred, but she was far from sober and was rapidly approaching drunk. “This might be easier than I thought,” Max said to himself.

“Sure. I wasn’t doing anything tonight and was driving by and saw your light on. Figured you might be bored with no one to talk with.”

“Well how considerate of you, Max. We should talk; we never talk, you just come here and screw my daughter,” she said, looking at him shaking a finger. She thought for a second after seeing that she caught Max way off guard. “Oh Maxy, I’m sorry, it’s gotta be the gin speaking. I wasn’t wrong though. But, before we talk, you should have a drink, too.” She turned around and started rummaging in the fridge, bending way over for him, sticking her head clear in and pulling out the gin and tonic and poured both into a large glass for Max. She slid it down the table to him. Max couldn’t help but notice her ass while she was bent over and her nipples sticking straight out when she stood up. She noticed his gaze and looked down.

“Down girls,” she said and stuck both hands in her robe, pushing on her nipples. She tried to rub them back into submission, but that only seemed to make them harder. Velma sighed in discontent and pulled her hands out. The only thing she managed to do from Max’s stand point was open her robe up a little, loosen the sash holding it shut and make her nipples stand out even farther, making little points stick up through the satiny robe. “Let’s talk in the den,” she said and walked out the back entry to the kitchen and down stairs to the den. Max followed, staying close to make sure she didn’t kill herself going down the stairs.

“So what should we talk about, Maxy?” she asked, sitting down. She didn’t seem to notice that her robe slid half way up her thighs, but Max sure did.

“Well, why don’t you tell me about the show. Mom and dad never talk about it anymore, not since Sara and I turned 15 or so,” Max said thinking quickly.

“Oh, that goddamned cartoon. If it hadn’t been for the royalty checks every three months, I don’t think any of us would have let them keep doing that to us,” Velma said. “Here, sit down next to me here and I’ll show you the album,” she said, uncrossing her legs and planting her feet a full shoulder width apart and bending between them. Max was treated to a full view as her robe slipped open far enough to show her lightly tanned tits with their dark, small nipples and her thighs spread open wide enough to give him a full shot of her little furry muff. Max about fell over, tripping on the table trying to walk, drink, and look at her body at the same time.

“Where the hell did I put the thing?” she asked no one in particular as Max sat down next to her. As he sat, his fingers found the satin sash holding her robe together and he gave it a slight tug; just enough to loosen the robe, but not enough that she’d notice. She sat up with a start, and Max thought he’d been caught. Her face snapped to his, her hair whipping around in a curtain. She pushed up her glasses and stared at him for a second. “I know where I put it!” she said. She stood up and her robe fell open in a wider V down to its sash, showing everything from an inch below her belly button to her nice round tits, barely concealing her nipples. Her eyes met with his for just an instant through her silver bowed, rimless glasses and she flushed. She stood up quickly and turned, making the bottom of her robe split open. Max found himself wishing that she was a couple inches taller so her muff would have been level with his eyes instead of her stomach and the bottom swell of her breasts.

“You stay here, keep drinkin’. I’ll be back, it’s upstairs under my bed,” she said and stumbled up the stairs.

“Stay here, go up stairs, stay here, go up stairs,” Max turned over in his head. “No, need to play this cool for a little bit yet, Max. She’s laying it on pretty thick, but you need to make her want it. You have to make her ask for it. Besides, she gets much drunker and she’s gonna let that robe fall off her shoulder altogether. Just stay here and let her come to you for the kill, Max,” he thought to himself as he listened to his girlfriend’s mother stomp upstairs, listened to her dump something out and tromp back down the stairs. She hesitated in the kitchen for a few seconds and came back down stairs. She had a big photo album stuffed under one arm and two full drinks in each hand.

“You need to keepin’ drinkin’. I’re not nearly as drunk as you am and that’s not good,” she said coming down the stairs into the den. Her robe had opened a little more at the sash and her auburn bush was visible at the junction of her thighs with a flash of silver around her slit, just as before. This time though, something was different, it was trimmed tighter; it was trimmed exactly the way that Jess trims hers. Max didn’t tear his eyes away; he just kept looking at that beaver walking towards him. Velma was getting very drunk, but not drunk enough to not notice. She followed his gaze down and saw that her sex was completely exposed to him.

“Maxy, Maxy, Maxy. Are you looking at my pussy?” giggled Velma. She handed him his drink and set the book down on the coffee table in front of them. “It’s not like you’ve never seen it before, is it Max,” she said, sitting next to him, her legs spread just a little at the knees. She looked over into his lap and noticed the hardon snaking down his pant leg from his crotch. “Looks like I like it more now than you did before,” she giggled pointing her drink at his crotch. She opened the snap holding the huge photo album together and took another swallow of her drink, her arm moving so that her robe fell completely open on her left side and her breast was fully exposed, the little brown nipple still hard as ever.

“There’s all the pictures of your folks, Shagger and me. That’s why they made that fuckin’ cartoon,” she said.

“Whoa,” Max thought, “I’ve never heard her swear in the 18 years she’s known me, she’s really fuckin’ tanked. Better get her to stop drinking. If I fuck her while she’s sleeping it’s rape.”

Max moved his attention to the pictures which were mostly Polaroids and there had to have been over a hundred pages of them. Velma pointed to a picture on the front page, taking another drink from her gin and tonic. She started swaying in her seat a little and she put her hand on his knee to steady himself.

“That’s us after our first case. You’ll notice a lack of any fuckin’ dog. That was the studio’s doing. They thought it would add a little more kid appeal, ” Velma said. Max looked at the picture and it looked pretty much like the cartoon. Jade and Jess’s dad was in the back, tall and skinny, Max’s parents were standing in front of him, and his dad was in fact wearing that neckerchief, and Velma was standing in front of his parents, wearing an orange school sweater and a pleated skirt.

“That was the case that got the studio’s attention and they went in to talk with them about it. They loved the idea of four kids playin’ dicks,” Velma said, her left hand sliding down Max’s thigh a little more and her other hand going to her drink. She took another swallow and looked like she was going to pass out.

“I’ll besser stop drwinkin’,” she slurred. She turned to look at Max. She tried to look him in the eyes, but her eyes were floating so bad Max doubted she could even see his face. “Bshidshe, you’d prolly fuck me in my sleep. Chan’t have you fuckin’ yer gerlfriendshh ma in her schleep. I’d have to call the copsh.” She looked away, and back to the album, moving very deliberately. She carefully set her drink down and flipped a page in the book.

“Hersh where we went to the schtudio,” she slurred. Her hand moved higher and her fingers started making slow circles on Max’s thigh with her fingernails. “He wanted to meet ush fasche to fasche,” Velma said, trying to speak clearly. Her hand moved further up Max’s thigh and started flicking his cock head through his pant leg.

“Mash, you’re not wearing underwear, am I,” she said, turning the page and moving to stroke his length through the khakis. Max laughed a little bit and put his hand on her knee.

“No, I’m not,” Max said, still laughing a little. “Neither are you,” he said and slowly slid his hand down her thigh to her furry pussy. He was surprised at how much hair she had on her crotch and yet how soft it was. The heat pouring from her crotch was amazing. Velma’s fingers went to undoing his fly and he leaned back to give her more room.

“Maxshy, I scheem to be schluring my speesch,” Velma said again, looking into Max’s eyes and fishing out his cock. “I think I need schomething to clear my throat,” she said and started going down. Max slid two fingers between her lips and her pussy was soaking wet already.

“Uh uh uh,” said, stopping her decent with his other hand. She sat up, looking like she was going to pout. Max pulled his fingers out of her pussy and he looked her in the eye.

“It’ssh becaushe I’m old and ugly and fuckin’ drunk, ishn’t it, Maxshy,” she said, her hand still stroking his tool. Max shook his head and licked one of the fingers that were wet with her cunt juice. He offered the other one to her. She sucked it eagerly into her mouth and worked it over like a miniature cock. Max’s other hand went to her left tit and started mauling it, pinching the nipple between his knuckles as he kneaded her D-cup like a lump of bread.

“I have a better idea than just that, “Max said, and she started deep-throating his finger and her rapidly clearing eyes looked into his. She hummed a “what?” and kept fucking his finger with her mouth.

“Stand up,” Max said. She did, but didn’t let go of his finger or his cock. She started slowly stroking his cock loosely with her hand, rubbing around on the head and then making another slow loose path down to its root. Max shuttered and slowly laid himself down on the couch. “Sit down,” he said again. She obeyed, letting his finger go, but not his cock. She shouldered her robe off and took the left side off, switched hands on his cock and took the right side off. She looked even better now than she had a few months ago walking to the bathroom; apparently she had kept working out since then. She put one leg over his hips and spread her lips, starting to kneel to his aching, hot member. She made contact with her clit and his cock head and shuddered violently.

“Not on that,” Max said hoarsely, as she slowly rubbed his head through her slit. “On this,” Max said and stuck his tongue out, wiggling it slightly.

“Jinkes,” she giggled and switched around, still stroking his prick, and slowly lowered her box to his face. He studied it as it came in close. Her pussy was so tight from not being used lately it was still shut. Her lips were wide open, though, and her clit was out of its little hood. Max leaned up and made an agonizingly slow circle around her button and felt her pussy shake. She put her tongue to his cock and slowly did the same thing to it, slowly circling it. Max couldn’t help but squirm a little when she started feathering her tongue over its surface, still making slow circles.

Max copied her this time and jiggled the tip of his tongue as fast as he could as he circled her clit. She sucked his head into her mouth, but kept working it over with her tongue. Max followed her lead again and sucked on her clit, battering its tip with the tip of his tongue, sucking on it with his lips. She moaned lustily and took his cock all the way down her throat. It was Max’s turn to moan this time, and he did. The vibrations of his deep voice sent a shiver through Velma as it hit her clit.

Max started leisurely tongue fucking her, sticking his tongue as far in her pussy as possible, twisting it and twitching it, and letting her feel his hot breath on her pussy. Max made two slow strokes in and out and then went up to suck on her clit. His tongue would then take a leisurely path back down to her leaking cunt hole and take a slow, fluttering circle around its rim and then he’d begin tongue fucking her again.

Velma, on the other hand, was deep throating Max’s cock like it was filing an addiction for her. Her velvet throat sucked him in until her nose was tickling his balls and then she’d back out, her tongue working his shaft the entire way. She’d kiss, suck, and nibble on the head of his cock and then slowly work it back down her throat. Whenever Max rimmed her hole with his tongue, she’d start moaning louder and suck that cock back down her throat and start bobbing her head until his tongue was firmly lodged in her pussy again.

Max reached forward with his right hand and started fondling her breast. She moaned deeply, almost growling around his cock and started fondling his balls, rubbing them gently together between her fingers. Max’s other hand moved back to her ass, gave it a playful slap, and he started playing with her little pink asshole. She stopped sucking his cock and moved down to sucking his balls when his finger slipped in. Max put his finger in up to his second knuckle and started wiggling, moving his tongue into her pussy and trying to tickle her g-spot at the same time

“Oh my God!” she screamed and her pussy started trying to pull Max’s tongue in deeper and her ass contracted around his finger. Max just kept working her harder and faster, fucking her with his finger, pushing it in as deep as it would go, pulling it out, rimming her and wiggling it back in. He did the same pattern with his tongue, but he made sure to lick her g-spot each time with his tongue and nibble her clit every time he pulled out. “Holy shit!” Velma screamed again. “That’s it! Fuck me with your tongue! Fuck that ass! Oh my GOD!” she screamed again, her face lying on Max’s balls.

Max grabbed the back of her head and put her lips to her cock. She swallowed it all without hesitation and went to bobbing and sucking on his meat for all she was worth. Every time Max sunk his finger in her ass, she’d scream around his cock. Every time he’d bite her clit, she’d scream. Every time his tongue went in her pussy, she’d scream. Every time she screamed, Max was one step closer to cumming.

The sounds of her muffled screaming and of Max’s cock being slurped on filled the room. Max just about couldn’t take anymore and he shoved two fingers into Velma’s ass an two into her cunt and started wiggling them for all he was worth inside her, rolling them, clenching them, spreading them, pulling them out and slamming them back in. It was a contest between the two of them to see who could get whom to cum first. Velma lost. Among her constant orgasm, she finally squirted her juice all over Max’s face. He kept fucking her with his hand until she stopped cumming and she pulled herself off him.

Max sat up and she dove between his legs, sucking on his head for all she was worth, while looking him straight in the eyes. Her light feathery tongue drove him over the edge in seconds. Velma sensed the cum was close and pulled his cock out of her mouth and started slowly jerking it, licking his piss slit with just the tip of her tongue. Max started to spurt his cum and the first rope went almost completely over her head except for her hair. The second string went across the lens of her glasses and went from her chin to her hairline. The third crossed over that lens and shot up into her hair. The fourth covered her left lens in a thick glob, and the fifth strong surge shot another line from her mouth over her nose, over her right lens and into her hair.

“Aw, is that all you’ve got? Isn’t there any more in there?” Velma asked and started sucking the rest of the cum out of his dick. She let it go after a few sucks with a loud, juicy pop.

“I guess we should go get cleaned up,” Max said as Velma stood up. She reached up to her chin and smeared a finger full of cum into her mouth.

“Why? We’re not done getting dirty,” she said devilishly and turned around. Max’s cock hadn’t started softening yet and she wanted it to stay hard. She put one leg on either side of his and sat down. She reached between her legs, rubbed his head along her slit and put it to her puckered ass.

“Thanks for warming this up for me,” she said and sat down, taking all 9 of his inches up her ass. The slowness with which she sat was enough to make Max want to cum again. Her ass was as hot as her pussy and definitely tighter. She started riding his cock slowly, lifting her ass just a couple of inches off his lap, but grinding on it the whole time. Max could feel her contracting her sphincter around his cock and was glad he’d cum once already; he could stay hard for hours now if he needed to.

“Holy shit your ass is tight,” Max moaned out as he melted against the back of the couch. Velma giggled and squirmed a bit more for him. The feel of her ass squeezing his cock was incredible.

“Why thank you Maxy,” Velma said giggling again. She leaned forward and grabbed the photo album again. A shiver ran down Max’s spine from her movement. Velma squeezed his burning dick with her ass again as she continuously rode it with small strokes and soft circles. “Look here Max. This is what really happened with me and your folks.”

Max leaned forward, pressing his muscled chest against her back. His hands moved up to her thighs and to her boiling cunt. His left hand found and began a slow sensuous torture of her clit. He sunk three of his fingers from his right hand in her dripping box and slowly worked them in and out, crossing and uncrossing them as he softly found her g-spot.

“Oh god Max, don’t stop!” she cried as she enjoyed the feelings of Max’s hands. Velma threw her head back and she came again, biting her lip to keep from screaming too loudly. It came out as a muffled moan and her pussy flooded Max’s hands with her juice. Max ran his right hand up her stomach, flicked her right nipple and put two of his fingers in her mouth. She greedily sucked all of her juices off his hand and his fingers were treated to the same tonguing as his cock was only moments before. She cleaned his fingers off, her body still twitching from her orgasm and put his hand on her breast. She reached down and pulled his other hand off her clit and licked it clean, putting it on her left breast. “Play with these Max, you’re distracting me too much,” Velma giggled again. Max laughed and looked over her rising and falling shoulder at the picture album.

“Theeeese,” Velma moaned, “are pictures from our cases.” Velma had a small climax as Max slowly caressed her breasts, flicking her turgid nipples lightly during the massage. She squirmed a little in his lap, throwing her rhythm off. She bobbed on his cock for a moment, enjoying his hands on her, her head thrown back, resting on his shoulder. Max leaned in and gave her ear a suck. “Oh god Max, you be good, I’m trying to show you something here,” she breathed out heavily.

“What if I keep doing this?” Max asked, darting his tongue against her neck and ear in between words. She moaned loudly and Max could feel her shiver and her sphincter contract even tighter. He was getting closer and closer to cumming in her ass, much to his surprise.

“If yooooooooooh keep doing that,” Velma breathed huskily, “I’ll tell your girlfriend you’re fucking her mom.” Velma shuddered again and Max’s hands stopped the working over that they were giving Velma’s tits. They started slowly, softly massaging the flesh instead of kneading it. Velma let a long, low moan of approval and sat up, going back to slowly fucking her ass with the 9-inch rod crammed up inside it. “Now then, about these pictures,” Velma said, her voice still heavy with lust but otherwise controlled.

“These are the cases you solved?” Max asked, his voice struggling to maintain clarity. He was trying so hard to not cum in her ass; he didn’t want the exquisite feeling to end.

“These news paper clippings here, Max, are the cases,” Velma cooed and flipped through a few of the pages in the scrapbook. “The rest of these are…” she started and was interrupted by the ringing phone. She started to stand and Max pulled her back down against his cock, her body slapping down against his thighs as she landed. They both let out a long slow moan of pleasure.

“Don’t answer it,” Max said into her ear, his hot breath tickling the flesh of her neck. She moaned softly as the phone rang again. Max started moving his hips, softly sawing his dick in and out of her ass.

“I have toooooooo,” she moaned. “It might be Jesssssss…..Ohhhh Yess!” Velma hissed as she came, her juices running down her crack, getting Max’s balls even wetter. He could feel her cum dripping off his sack and pooling between his thighs on the couch. He quickly moved his hands down to her slit and gave it a quick tickle as she stood up. Max’s cock popped out of her ass and bounced in his lap for a moment as Velma walked on unstable legs to the phone and answered it.

“Hello?” she asked, still out of breath. Max got up and walked over to her with a wicked look on his face.

“Who is it?” he asked quietly. Velma’s eyes got big and she shook her head at Max. He could see the panic on her face, but he could still read the smoldering lust in his eyes.

“No Daph,” she said looking at Max as she identified the caller as his mother, “I haven’t heard from the kids yet, they must be all right.” Max got a really evil look on his face and whispered in Velma’s open ear.

“You wouldn’t want my mom to know you’re fucking her son, would you?” Max asked as his fingers started stroking her slit. He started softly kissing Velma’s neck and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

“No,” she said breathlessly into the phone. “I haven’t heard from Jess yet either,” she said, breathing in sharply. “Yeah, I’m okay,” Velma said after a short pause. “I just had to run to catch the phone is all.” She was trying so hard to keep from falling as Max softly tickled her lips with his fingertips. His other hand wasn’t idle either and he went back to working her left breast over. Velma clenched her fist trying to maintain composure.

“Oh shit, you’re kidding?” Velma asked with a worried tone. Max slowly bent her over the end table the phone was sitting on. “That was tooooooh,” Velma said as Max slid his cock up her hot dripping hole. Velma tried to cover quickly by coughing, her walls clenching hard around Max’s imbedded cock. He almost came then and there and had to stifle a moan of his own. “That was tonight?” Velma repeated after her “cough.” Max started making slow, long strokes in and out of her pussy, twitching his cock when the head was at her g-spot.

“Oh god,” Velma started to moan but covered quickly. “Oh wow, I forgot that was tonight,” she said headily and had to put the phone to the side as she moaned through her bit lip, her head hanging limply forward and her back arched.

Max and Velma could both hear Daphne’s voice shouting through the speaker.

“Yes, Daph,” Velma said, squeezing Max’s cock with her pussy. Max’s hands went to her hips, his right holding her still and his left snaking around to torture her clit. She bit through another moan and Max felt her pussy starting to convulse. “Yes, yes, yes,” Velma said into the phone. “I’ll be cumming shortly,” Velma said and hung the phone up. Velma’s twitching twat had put Max close to cumming and he rammed his entire length into her as she hung up the phone.

“Oh my GOD! Maxy!” Velma screamed as he lifted her off the ground with his thrust. Her pussy started spraying cum on the end table. Max’s balls were dripping with her juice and he started cumming while buried deep in her cunt.

“Oh fuck yes!” Max moaned and set Velma back down, leaving himself buried in her, enjoying the feeling of her twitching pussy. He could feel the final shots of hot cum boil out of his cock and she started to pull away. Max let her go and turned to collapse on the couch.

“Oh my God, Max. I sure hope you fuck Jess like that. If you saved all that just for me, I’d be disappointed for the girl,” Velma said, turning around and sitting on the end table. The mixture of their cum rolled lazily out of her pussy and pooled on the varnished finish.

“Oh she gets that and more,” Max said. His eyes were closed and he was trying to calm his heart down. Velma put her finger in her pussy and collected a finger full of cum. She sucked it seductively into her mouth and Max could tell her tongue was working it like it had his cock. Velma moaned and started playing with her tits.

“Oh good for you, Max,” she said, her finger popping out of her mouth. “I have got to go, though. I promised your folks I’d meet them tonight and I forgot all about it,” she said and stood up. Max watched as the cum rolled out of her pussy, joining the mess on her already cum-slick thighs.

“You’d better get cleaned up then,” Max laughed. He opened his eyes and looked at her trimmed bush, wide-open pussy, and cum drenched thighs. He licked his lips involuntarily. He could see Velma shudder as his tongue snaked out.

“Ohhhh, I’d better get going or I’ll end up fucking you all night and then I’ll never hear the end of it,” Velma said, tearing herself away from the naked 18 year old on her couch. Max laughed again. “Shit, I don’t even have time for a shower, I suppose I’ll have to mop up with a wash rag,” she said and started tromping up the stairs to the kitchen. Max stood up slowly and grabbed the glasses, drinking the last of his gin and tonic. He followed her up the stairs. Velma was in the kitchen when Max ambled up the steps. She had one foot on the kitchen counter and the wet dishrag wiping the cum off her legs. She shivered noticeably every time the course rag touched her still tingling sex. She threw the dishrag down and looked at Max, her hands on her hips.

“Now Maxwell Jones, we will continue this later. Jess is gone for the entire weekend,” she said with a deliciously evil grin. Max’s face slowly twisted into the same grin.

“Oh hell yes, we will,” he said. Velma tromped upstairs to her room and Max stayed in the kitchen. She wasn’t up there for more than two minutes and she came back down. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose orange sweater.

“Now Velma, is that anyway to go out?” Max asked stepping over to the base of the stairs where she was putting on her coat. She looked at him devilishly.

“Why Maxwell, whatever do you mean?” she asked demurely. Max’s hand shot out to her crotch and he rubbed the seam into her pussy. His other hand moved up to her stiffening nipples and pinched both of them.

“Tsk tsk tsk. No bra, no panties…just where are you going?” Max asked, moving in and nuzzling her neck. She giggled and whirled away.

“None of your business. But if you’re a good boy and come back tomorrow, I might just tell you what I did when I got there,” Velma said flirtingly as she opened the door. Max couldn’t help but notice the evil twinkle in her eye. Before he could respond she was out the door and it was shut.

“Now what would you be doing with my parents?” Max thought out loud, his dick getting hard again with the thoughts that were racing through his mind. “I wonder what else is in the photo album,” Max thought out loud again and started walking through the kitchen, his hand going to his already stiff prick.

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