Oh, fuck, where was he? Nancy thought miserably, Ricky always come home immediately after school to fuck the shit out of her. Johnny had left hours ago, and Nancy was desperate for more prick.

Nancy had retired to her bedroom, where she could do a better job of jacking off her always horny cunt. She was sprawled on the bed on her back, with her knees hovering over her shoulders and three fingers shoved deep inside her pussy. Nancy jacked off very fast, twisting her head from side to side as she relieved her dripping cunt with her hand as well as she could.

"I'm home, Mom!"

It was Ricky at last, Nancy thought. She finger-fucked faster than ever as she heard his footsteps in the hall.

"I'm in the bedroom," Nancy cried. "Get in here right now!"

Ricky chuckled, realizing that his mother was undoubtedly climbing the walls with lust. He entered the bedroom, his magnificent cock already stiff and straining against the front of his jeans.

Nancy took her fingers out of her pussy and immediately sat up on the bed. She grabbed Ricky's belt and pulled him over to her, wrestling impatiently with his zipper.

"Where the hell have you been?" she demanded, undoing the belt and yanking down his zipper. "You know I need you to fuck me every day after school. How dare you make me wait like this!"

Ricky grinned down at her, stepping out of his shoes and sliding out of his shirt. "Some other chick beat you to it today, Mom! Sandra Miller, your friend. Surprise?"