Ted was lifting his ass up from the bed, grunting. Joan dug her fingers into his naked little ass hard, sucking his balls hungrily. She jerked frantically, mentally urging her son to come, to gush his creamy come juice before she gave in to the burning desire to close her lips about his cockhead and let him come off into her mouth.
She felt his cock spurt, and the creamy heat of his come juice coated her jerking fist. She pulled his balls, making him come with her fist, soft sounds of delight coming from deep in her throat.
“Come, baby!” she moaned. “Oh, God… come! Come hard… come all over the place!”
“I am, Mom!” Ted groaned, his ass jerking wildly.
She pumped on his cock until it began going soft and small in her fist. Then she pulled her hand away and wiped it on his bedspread. She found tissues on his night table and cleaned his cock, balls, thighs, and stomach, wishing now she had taken his jizz into her mouth.
She stood for a moment looking down at him in the darkness, barely seeing him. The crotch of her panties was very wet, and giving in to a sudden impulse, she lifted her skirt and stripped her panties off. Holding them in her hand, she moved to the door. She flicked the light switch, turning the room into brightness. She saw her son grinning at her, his cock and balls sweetly exposed to her.
“That’s better than just watching, Mom,” he said.
“I know,” Joan grinned back at him. Then she tossed her cunt-wet panties at him. They landed on his face, and Ted giggled as he drew them down to his neck. “Now, here’s something you can dream on, darling.” She turned her back to him, and gave her skirt a saucy flip, showing her naked ass to her son briefly. “Nice, huh?” she teased.
“I didn’t see much, Mom,” he said.
“Well, take a good look, baby,” she replied in a throaty voice, lifting her skirt again and holding it up this time. She patted her naked ass as she arched it saucily at him. “Isn’t it a nice ass?”
CHAPTER THREE
Three days had gone by, and twice a day Joan had jerked her son off, usually with his balls in her mouth. Ted, of course, was having the time of his life.
He still sat near the pool when Fawn was there, and Joan had not told him what she had seen. She enjoyed watching her son and the pretty girl without them knowing it. At night, she and her son would peek into Fawn’s room and watch the pretty girl caress herself, fingerfuck to orgasm, then lick her finger. The couple across the way apparently didn’t fuck every night, but Joan and Ted saw the janitor jacking off on the polished desk.
After watching with the telescopes, Joan would always leave her son with her cunt-wet panties on his face, flip her skirt upwards and wiggle her naked ass saucily, sometimes pat it in a teasing way.
As yet she had showed him nothing but her ass, but the desire to allow him to look at her body was becoming stronger. She wondered if he would be pleased with her, if he would find her titties as pretty as Fawn’s, her cunt as exciting. Not that she was jealous, just that she wanted to excite her son as much as the lovely little creature did.
During the passing few days, Joan found herself drawn to Fawn almost as strongly as her son seemed to be. The girl was certainly a beautiful one, and her legs were very exciting to look at. When Fawn climbed from the air float, the bottom of her bikini was always pulled into the crack of her ass, the creamy whiteness flashing. Joan understood Fawn considered her ass to be quite lovely, and in truth it was. It was a caressable ass, tight, and very shapely. Joan wondered what it would be like to feel Fawn’s ass, to play with her tits and maybe, just maybe, fondle her hot, sugary cunt.
Such thoughts excited Joan tremendously, and she knew her son was desperate to caress the older girl, too. It was in his eyes every time he looked at her, in the way his cock became so hard as he watched her, especially through the telescope at night.
A few days later, shortly after noon, Joan met Fawn at the entrance of the apartment building. She had just come home from the nearby shopping center as Fawn strolled up from the opposite direction. Fawn was dressed in a short tennis skirt with a matching blouse. Her golden thighs flashed prettily in the sun, drawing Joan’s eyes.
“Hello,” Joan said, smiling friendly.
“Why, Joan!” Fawn said, as if she had not seen the woman in years. “Here, let me help you with those bags.”
Joan gave one of her bags up and followed the girl up the stairs toward her apartment. The gentle sway of Fawn’s tight, shapely ass cheeks drew her eyes, along with those creamy thighs. Halfway up the stairs, Joan could see Fawn’s panties under the tennis skirt. Already those panties had crept into the crack of Fawn’s ass, and the half moons of her white ass cheeks beckoned erotically to Joan’s eyes. Feeling childish, Joan stooped lower to peer under the short skirt, feeling her tits swell and a hot throb start between her legs as she looked at that sweet, sweet ass.
Inside the apartment, Joan tried to keep Fawn there for a while. “Have you been playing tennis?” she asked.
“Oh, no,” Fawn replied. “I don’t play tennis. I just think the skirts are pretty, so I wear them every chance I get.”
“Coffee?” Joan asked, hoping.
“That would be nice,” Fawn smiled at the older woman.
Fawn leaned against the sink in the kitchen, crossing her feet. There was something appealing about this casual position that caused Joan to shiver with desire as she turned the automatic coffee maker on.
“Ted isn’t home?” Fawn asked.
“I hardly ever know where he is,” Joan said. “He’s getting to be such a big boy, he thinks he doesn’t have to tell his mother where he’s going.”
“I think Ted is sweet,” Fawn murmured. “He’s a very handsome boy.”
“Yes, he is,” Joan answered, looking at the thrust of Fawn’s pretty tits, her eyes becoming hot.
Fawn continued to lean on the sink, her eyes studying Joan’s face, reading her expression and understanding what was going on inside the older woman’s mind. She slowly uncrossed her feet and stood upright, her shoulders thrown back to make her tits strain forward.
“You don’t wear a bra,” Joan said, not asking. She could see the twin nipples pressing against the blouse, and her eyes burned upon them.
“I don’t like them,” Fawn said, and Joan realized the girl’s voice and dropped and become throaty.
When Joan lifted her eyes, she found Fawn gazing at her intently. Joan trembled as her cunt twitched. Fawn lifted her arms to Joan, a small smile on her moist, full mouth. For just a second Joan resisted, then she moved closer to Fawn and her arms went about the girl. They hugged each other tightly for a long, breathless moment, feeling their tits smashing together. Then, without Joan knowing when it happened, her lips were on those of Fawn, kissing hotly. She felt Fawn’s lips open underneath hers, and the tip of the girl’s moist tongue began playing with her tongue.
They kissed hotly, lips writhing, arms wrapped tightly around each other. Joan felt Fawn’s tits moving against hers, felt those nipples hard and firm. Fawn began to suck on Joan’s tongue, pulling it deeply into her hot, wet mouth with a soft moan. Joan responded with an erotic gurgle of pleasure, her hands moving down Fawn’s back. She cupped the sweet tightness of Fawn’s ass and whimpered with pleasure when Fawn pressed her lower stomach hard against her. Somehow Fawn had worked her thigh between Joan’s legs, and Joan felt the heat of Fawn’s crotch. Fawn grabbed Joan’s ass in her hands, and while they squeezed each other’s ass cheeks, they moaned and sobbed as ecstasy swelled within their bodies.
Fawn lifted Joan’s skirt and the contact of the girl’s hot, smooth thighs straddling her naked leg sent a hot ripple through Joan. She felt the moist heat coming through Fawn’s panties and searing her thigh. Joan pressed her leg hard into Fawn’s cunt as the girl rubbed her cunt there. Joan squeezed the tight cheeks of the girl’s squirming ass, feeling Fawn dig her fingers into her ass. The women looked at each other, gazing into hot eyes as Fawn rubbed her pantied cunt against Joan’s thigh. Fawn’s
eyes glazed over and a soft sigh came from her mouth. Joan felt the hot throbbing on her leg and knew the girl had come.
Their lips met softly, briefly, in a short kiss. Joan took Fawn’s hand and led her to the bedroom. With a teasing smile, Fawn opened her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulders. Joan mewled as she gazed upon the shapely beauty of Fawn’s flawless titties. The nipples stood up, pink and swollen, and the white band of her tits contrasted with the golden color of her flesh. Fawn cupped her tits and, lowering her eyes in pretended shyness, offered them to Joan.
“So lovely,” Joan whispered, taking both titties in her palms and caressing them gently, her fingers squeezing just hard enough to bring gurgles of delight from Fawn.
“Kiss them, Joan,” Fawn pleaded with a husky voice. “Kiss my tits… suck on my tits.”
The women were about the same height, and Joan lowered her face, wrapping her eager lips about one nipple, drawing it deeply into her hungry mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling and licking. She felt Fawn’s hands cupping her tits through her lightweight summer sweater, caressing and fondling them. She sucked in a wet, greedy way on the succulent nipples, her hand on the other, scooting her right hand around to knead and fondle Fawn’s lovely ass. She shoved her hand under the short skirt and felt the heat of her flesh. She ran her finger about the nylon panties, then pressed her fingers under it to feel the naked smoothness of Fawn’s ass. She sucked hungrily, moaning softly, going from tit to tit, and Fawn finally had her sweater up, unhooked her bra, and was playing with Joan’s naked tits, sobbing in pleasure.
“Let me,” Fawn whispered throatily. “Joan, let me suck your titties!”
Reluctantly, Joan lifted her face, and allowed Fawn to remove her sweater and open bra. Fawn gazed with delight upon Joan’s tits, thumbing her sensitive nipples into even larger hardness.
“You have beautiful tits, Joan,” Fawn murmured, licking her lips. “I love those big, long nipples.”
As Fawn dipped her head and swirled her tongue about one nipple, finally sucking it very deeply into her mouth, Joan’s cunt rippled into an orgasm. She trembled with her hands on digging into Fawn’s shoulders.
“Oooo, I came!” she mumbled in surprise.
Fawn giggled happily, and Joan gasped as one of Fawn’s hands pressed her skirt between her thighs hard, rubbing upon her cunt.
“Oh, God!” Joan whimpered. “Ohhh, God!”
“Mmmm, nice, isn’t it?” Fawn murmured with her lips brushing a swollen nipple. “My, you feel so hot, Joan!”
Again their lips came together, grinding in passion, both women whimpering as they clutched at each other’s ass again, rubbing their lower bodies hotly together. Fawn fumbled with the zipper of Joan’s skirt and it slithered to the floor. Standing in her bikini panties, she stepped back and watched Fawn remove her short skirt, then slide her panties down those tantalizing thighs. The cunt hair was so blonde, the pink slit of her pussy could be seen through it.
“Take your panties off, Joan,” Fawn gasped, fondling her own tits, her eyes blazing in passion. “Take your panties off so I can see your pussy!”
Joan almost ripped her flimsy panties from her body and stood proudly, her feet parted and her hips arching forward. Fawn moaned and shoved her hand between Joan’s smooth thighs, cupping her cunt and rubbing back and forth on the puffy, wet lips. Joan’s hand darted to Fawn’s pussy, worming a finger into the tight grip of the girl’s cunt.
They moved to the bed, sitting on the edge as they began to kiss hotly and wetly, their hands moving about each other’s body in steaming desire.
Fawn slipped off the bed, going to her knees. Joan watched with burning eyes as the girl parted her knees, stroking the creamy inner surfaces of her thighs. Fawn traced a finger about the curls of Joan’s cunt hair, parting it and looking at the tip of Joan’s protruding clitoris.
“Ohhh! Oh, yes!” Joan murmured when Fawn pressed her wet, hot lips upon her thigh, kissing it, sucking the flesh between them, her tongue swirling. “Oh, yes, yes!”
Fawn began eagerly licking and kissing at the inner sweetness of Joan’s legs, licking her way up between them. She was gripping Joan’s trembling hips with strong fingers, and her hot breath seemed to sear the flesh of Joan’s legs.
Murmuring softly, Fawn nuzzled her face into the steamy bush of Joan’s cunt, kissing the thick patch of hair and running her tongue up to tickle the indentation of Joan’s belly button.
Joan leaned back on her elbows, her eyes closed as boiling desire bubbled through her body. Fawn ran her tongue about each hairy pussy lip, teasingly. The wetness of Fawn’s tongue sent chills of anticipation through Joan and she lifted her hips, writhing her crotch in search of the girl’s mouth. Fawn flicked the tip of her tongue over Joan’s throbbing clitoris. Joan wailed and thrust her cunt into Fawn’s face, grinding almost mindlessly. She choked when Fawn ran her tongue along the slit of her cunt, then shoved it into the slippery wetness.
When Fawn fucked her tongue in and out of Joan’s cunt, Joan wailed again, louder this time, and banged her overheated cunt into the girl’s face. She felt Fawn’s tongue swirling and licking the sensitive lips of her cunt, then close her lips about her clitoris, sucking on it hard.
Sitting upright, Joan grasped Fawn’s tits, urging her to climb onto the bed with her. Fawn came eagerly, and they stretched out, pressing together. Joan licked at Fawn’s wet cunt-wet lips, sucking on the girl’s tongue as it darted into her mouth, tasting her own cunt and enjoying it very much. Joan pulled Fawn on top of her naked body, wrapping her slim thighs around Fawn’s hips and locking her ankles behind the girl’s knees. Fawn pressed her blondehaired cunt hard upon that of Joan as they kept kissing wetly, squirming tits smashing tits.
“You feel wonderful, Fawn,” Joan whispered passionately as she squeezed the girl’s naked, grinding ass cheeks. “You feet so damned good against me!”
“So do you, Joan,” Fawn replied in a low voice.
Then Fawn started licking and kissing her way down Joan’s naked body again, swirling her tongue and licking at the sweet flesh, sucking a nipple, then going farther down.
“I want to kiss you, too,” Joan whispered. “Let me kiss you, too, Fawn.”
Fawn turned around on her hands and knees, her lips and tongue continuously moving, tasting, kissing, licking. Joan spread her legs wide as Fawn’s tongue licked through the thick hair of her cunt, sliding her hand between Fawn’s golden thighs, feeling the blonde pussy with eager fingers. As Fawn licked up and down the slit of her cunt, Joan lifted her hips and pulled at Fawn’s body until she had the woman straddling her face.
Closing her hot thighs around Fawn’s head, Joan caressed Fawn’s thighs and ass cheeks, gazing up at the pink sweetness of the young cunt, seeing it glisten with hot readiness. The tiny asshole seemed to wink an invitation to Joan, and she ran her fingertip lightly about it, watching it pucker. Fawn was cupping Joan’s ass, lifting her crotch into her face and licking hungrily, sucking on Joan’s throbbing clitoris. The wet slurping sounds sent an appeal to Joan’s ears.
“Eat me!”
Joan heard the muffled plea with roaring ears.
“Eat my cunt, Joan!”
“Oh, yes! I will!” Joan grunted eagerly, pulling at Fawn’s naked ass, thrilled to feel the golden heat of the girl’s thighs against her face.
She pulled Fawn’s cunt into her mouth, kissing it with open lips. She sucked Fawn’s cunt lips into her mouth and swirled her tongue about the sugary lips, then plunged her tongue into it. Fawn’s cunt was very tight, very hot, and very wet. With her hands clutching the shapely tight ass, Joan began eating and sucking and licking. The liquid taste of Fawn’s cunt sent Joan’s mind into reeling ecstasy as she tried to thrust her tongue deeply. The blondehaired lips sucked and gripped her tongue as Joan plunged into it, moaning in this sweet, erotic pleasure.
With her face in Fawn’s cunt, Joan lifted her hips and twisted them, grinding her cunt into the eager girl’s mouth, pumping her
hips to fuck on that darting tongue. She clung to Fawn’s naked, succulent ass tightly and pressed her open mouth hard upon the sugary wetness of Fawn’s cunt. Fawn’s cunt dripped constantly, filling Joan’s mouth. Joan swallowed the sweet juices hungrily, lapping her tongue inside the steaming slit for more. The satiny walls of Fawn’s cunt against her tongue sent Joan soaring with mindless, erotic ecstasy. She was sobbing softly as she sucked Fawn’s cunt, whipping her own harshly up and down, making Fawn gurgle happily. The way Fawn held her naked ass, fondling the smooth cheeks as she tonguefucked her and licked at her stormy cunt, soon had Joan erupting into orgasm after orgasm. She squeezed her thighs about Fawn’s head, sucking as hard as she could, wanting to make Fawn’s cunt convulse as her own was doing.
The grinding motions of Fawn’s cunt increased until Fawn was fucking into Joan’s mouth as she twisted her sugary cunt upon Joan’s tongue. When the spasms struck Fawn, Joan’s tongue was as deep inside as possible. The convulsions of Fawn’s cunt created a squeezing sensation about Joan’s tongue, as if her pretty cunt was sucking it.
Joan and Fawn thrashed about on the bed, their mouths glued into each other’s convulsing cunt, wailing wetly as they held each other by the naked, shaking ass cheeks with tight, hot hands. Their hungry slurping sounds were loud in the bed room, but they didn’t hear them. Time and again they came, bringing each other to amazing orgasms with their lips and tongues.
As they rolled apart, gasping for air, their naked bodies shaking, both had come so much that it was almost painful. Joan’s face, especially around her mouth, was glistening with the wetness of Fawn’s cunt. She ran her tongue over her lips, finding them slightly bruised. She smiled at Fawn, seeing that pretty face was wet with the juices of her cunt. Fawn was smiling with total satisfaction, her blue eyes glowing.
“My God,” Joan whispered, caressing the sweetness of Fawn’s tanned thigh near her cunt. “You taste so good, Fawn. I had no idea a cunt would taste that sweet.”
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