"Oh, Johnny! Johnny Stone!"

Johnny turned, looking at her. Nancy smiled and waved. Johnny walked back up the sidewalk.

"Hi, I don't know if you remember me," Nancy said distractedly. "My name's Nancy. I'm a friend of your mom's. Could you help me move some boxes, Johnny? They're in the closet, and they're a little too heavy for me."

"Sure!" Johnny said, and shrugged. "I'm kind of in a hurry, though."

"That okay, honey. This won't take very long. Just come on in. The door's open."

Johnny nodded and went to the flagstone path leading up to her front door. Nancy returned to the couch. She sat on the edge of it, squirming her hot, naked, little ass eagerly on the cushion. By the time she heard Johnny turning the door knob, the shamelessly horny mother had already bun jacking off her pussy again, feverishly slamming her fingers in and out of her curly-haired cunt.

Johnny opened the font door and stepped inside. He froze, gaping wide-eyed at eh spectacle awaiting him on the living room couch.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Sorry about lying to you, Johnny!" Nancy hissed, staring at his crotch and darting her fingers into her wet pussy faster than ever. "I guess you can see why I had to get you inside. Do you know what his is, Johnny? This wet, hairy, little slit I'm playing with so hard? Hmmmmm?"

A slow, leering grin spread across Johnny's face. Unhurriedly, he shut the door behind him, then approached the naked mother. Nancy finger-fucked faster and faster as he saw an enormous cock erecting in his jeans.

"Yeah, I know what it is!" Johnny said.

"I thought you did, Johnny. It's a wet pussy, horny, hot pussy, and it needs fucking awfully bad! Do you think you can take care of my hot, little pussy for me, Johnny? See, I don't really have any heavy boxes to move. The only thing I really need move is my juicy little cunt!"