This was her second time with the teen, an almost identical repeat of four days before. She loved looking at his cock growing hard, her excitement growing, too, teasing herself before opening his pants and taking his prick in her hand. Seeing a cock, hard and throbbing, outlined inside a teen’s pants, sent her emotions whirling, made her cunt wet and quivery.
The reason Susan liked teens was because, at those tender ages, they would do anything she wanted. Teens sexual juices ran very hot, and they loved to stick their lovely cocks into anything, anything that would thrill them and make them come. They were at the age of discovery, with their balls swollen full of come juice, eager to spray the sweetness anywhere.
Unlike men, who thought they already knew it all when it came to fucking a woman, a teen was willing to follow her suggestions and do the things she wanted most. As long as they could come off, they were satisfied. They would rub those sweet cocks against anything, anything that made them feel good. If a woman like Susan touched their cocks, they would melt. They were putty in the hands of an erotic woman, a woman who desired the teen, the cocks that had just discovered the joys of coming, of discharging. Susan was such a woman.
She enjoyed teens more than men because of their freshness, of their quick to respond cocks, of their eagerness to let her do what she wanted with them. She had always loved teens.
Gazing at this teen’s throbbing cock with burning eyes, she ran her tongue over her lips. His cock was molded along his left thigh and it pulsated as he looked down at her, his eyes clouded with anticipation. He delivered the newspaper each afternoon, something Susan didn’t ever read. It was the teen she wanted.
Now that she had teased herself long enough, she moved a finger along his cock, her tongue moistening her lips again. She traced the outline, then began to tug at his zipper.
“Are you gonna do it like last time?” the teen asked, his voice cracking.
Susan nodded her head. “Do you want it that way again?” she asked, her voice throaty with emotion. “Do you like putting your cock in my mouth?”
The teen nodded as her hand pulled his cock from his pants. He shifted his feet, his legs shaking. Now that she had his cock out, she held his hips again. His cock stood straight out, his prickhead swollen, his pisshole already wet and waiting for her mouth. Susan slipped the tip of her tongue over his pisshole, then circled his silky cockhead slowly with it.
“I bet you’ve never put this in a girl, have you?” she asked. Susan loved it if she could get a guy who had not yet fucked a girl. “I bet you’ve never fucked a pussy, have you?”
“No!” the teen said, his whole body trembling as he looked down at her.
She smiled at that. She knew, too, the excitement it gave a guy to hear her, a woman old enough to be his mother, using words like that.
“Wouldn’t you like to?” she said softly, closing her hot fist about his cock, stroking it, jacking it. “Wouldn’t you love to fuck some sweet girl?”
The teen replied in a hoarse voice, nodding his head vigorously.
“You will, someday,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his cock, and kissing his pisshole.
The teen could not hold back. He pushed his cock between her lips, gurgling with pleasure, feeling the wet heat as he saw her lips stretch about his prick. Susan moaned softly as his cock filled her mouth, her eyes blazing up at him. She dug her fingers into his hips as the tingling sweetness of his cook split her wet lips. Ecstasy began to bubble between her thighs, her cunt throbbing.
What pleasure it would give her to fuck him, to be his first piece. She knew the teen would love that. But there wasn’t time to fuck him. She was not alone in the house and she had to suck him off quickly. But that chance of being seen was part of her excitement, too. The thought of being observed with this cock stuffed into her mouth sent ripples of shivering pleasure through her.
Susan’s lips pressed upon the fabric of his open fly, his cock deep in her mouth now. She held him there, working her tongue about his prickshaft, her lips tight against the base. She wanted to lift his balls from those pants, to feel them rubbing at her chin, but there was no time even for that right now.
She wished the teen would hold her head as she sucked him, but he was still quite shy, never touching ha. If only there was time to let him play with her tits, to rub at her hairy cunt, time for bet to fondle his tight ass, to cup his balls and suck them, too.
But she had no time.
Susan began to suck the teen’s cock, mewling softly, her lips sliding back and forth from the base to his satiny prickhead, her tongue swirling with wet hunger. She gripped his hips and pulled and pushed at them, causing his cock to fuck her mouth as she sucked hard. The throbbing hardness between her lips sent her mind soaring, her inner thighs slippery now with the seeping juices. Just seeing a cock bulging inside a teen’s pants always made her pussy start to seep juices.
The taste of the cock caused her to moan in ecstasy as she sucked fast, her hair bouncing, dancing. She kept looking up at the teen’s passion contorted face, watching his eyes become glassy in delight. She swayed her ass gently, pressing her inner thighs together tightly, creating pressure upon her bubbling cunt and throbbing clit. She would come when he did, she knew. Susan always came when she fucked or sucked cock. Sometimes she would have orgasm before the teen came, but most of the time she came as the teen spewed his come juice over her tongue and down her throat.
Feeling the teen’s cock throb with increased power, Susan sucked wildly at him, anticipating the spurting of his thick come juice. Her eyes glazed with hunger as her tongue licked in liquid fire about his cock, her lips tight. His cock seemed to increase in size, searing her gobbling lips.
She heard him grunt, then tasted the first gush of his come juice as he came off. Moaning with ecstasy, Susan raced her tongue about his cock, sucking hard. Her eyes rolled in her head as her cunt exploded, her hairlined pussy lips convulsing with rumbling orgasms. She swallowed in noisy pleasure as she sucked him dry, pulling the jism from his balls and into her mouth. The thick, slippery sweetness on her tongue was so good, she felt faint. Clinging to his cock with her wet lips, she flapped her tongue about his pisshole, making sure there was not another drop before releasing him.
She felt his cock soften in her mouth and only then did she let him go. Even dangling down, his cock was beautiful to her. She kissed his prick, then tenderly tucked it into his pants. She gave his cock an affectionate pat, then stood up. She smiled at the teen, opening the door for him.
“Maybe we’ll have more time one of these days,” she said, “and perhaps you can fuck me, if you’d like.”
“Hell, yes!” he said.
Although Susan didn’t know it, she had been seen. She had been watched from the beginning, before she’d even pulled the teen’s cock from his pants and started sucking on it. She had been seen right up to the end, until she had tucked his cock back into his pants.
She had been seen by her daughter, Tracy.
When she saw her mother get to her feet, Tracy fled to her room. Stretched out on her bed, she stared at the ceiling. She had come in the back door, as usual, and had seen her mother with the teen. But she hadn’t felt embarrassment or shame — she had felt excited.
Tracy was in her last year of high school. She was a beautiful girl, popular with everyone, a member of almost every school activity she had time for. Slim and rounded, with straining tits and a swelling ass, she cheered at the school’s games, prancing in her short skirt and tight sweater, her slender thighs flashing, giving everyone a peek of her tight panties.
She dated often and didn’t much care for it. The guys always came on rough and demanding, thinking how macho it was to grab a girl as soon as they parked. Tracy didn’t like the rough stuff, and when she was fucked, she seldom experienced an orgasm.
But it was not because she was a cold girl. On the contrary, she was a very hot one. It was the guys who caused the problem. They never waited for her to touch them, to let h
er play with their cocks. They were selfish and demanding, thinking only of their own satisfaction and forgetting about hers. Sometimes she felt as if her cunt was simply a fist substitute for them.
Gazing up at the ceiling, she continued to see her mother in her mind. She had seen her take the teen’s cock into her mouth and suck it, letting him, come off in her mouth. The excitement boiling between her long, slim thighs was about to cause an orgasm. She could hardly stand the tightness of her panties against her cunt and throbbing clit.
Tracy had never given any thought to the sexual nature of her mother. Being without a father, she had never concerned herself with what her mother did for relief. Mothers were just that, all mothers. They had no sexual feelings. But she knew now that her mother not only had such feelings, but was enjoying them, too.
Tracy had never had a cock in her mouth. A couple of teens had tried to force her to, but she had fought them off and refused to date them again. It wasn’t that she felt repulsed by such a thing — in fact, Tracy thought it might be enjoyable — but the teens had always tried to force her, and that she refused to accept.
She had no intention of being a plaything for some horny teen, of being used and abused, and then forgotten until they wanted her again. Yet she usually fucked her dates. There was always the possibility of that one guy who would not make any demands, who would fuck her and make her come as she wanted.
Tracy pulled her skirt up, placing two pillows beneath her head so she could look down at her body. Her legs were very long and slim, her skin like satin. The tight crotch of her panties rounded up where her cunt puffed out, the triangle of hair as soft as her flesh. At the moment, her cunt was wet and pulsating from what she had seen, and she moved a finger along her pussyslit, feeling the moisture on her panties.
Tracy fingerfucked herself often at night, mostly after one of those frustrating dates. She was about to stop dating altogether because her finger gave her more satisfaction than the guys she dated.
With a sigh, she stood up and began undressing. Naked, she took her robe and went to the bathroom, thinking a nice bath would calm her down a bit. She soaked for a long time, enjoying the steaming hot water on her flesh.
Hearing her, Susan looked in. “I didn’t know you were home, honey.”
Tracy looked at her mother. “I’ve been here a while,” she said, not caring if her mother understood. “About an hour I guess.”
Susan saw in her daughter’s eyes that she had been seen sucking the teen’s cock. She didn’t see condemnation nor shame nor anything in those eyes. What she saw was a brightness, a glittering sort of glow. She lowered her gaze to her daughter’s tits. Tracy’s tits were lovely, firm and round with lusciously pink nipples jutting up.
Seeing where her mother’s gaze was, Tracy began arching her shoulders back before she knew what she was doing, making her tits stand out more than ever.
“Then you saw me,” Susan said in a whispery voice. “You saw me and the guy.”
Tracy nodded, feeling her mother’s gaze on her naked tits and liking it.
“So?” Susan asked.
“So nothing, Mother,” Tracy replied. “That’s your business.”
A nervous smile spread over Susan’s lovely face, then she turned and left her daughter to finish her bath. She was not bothered that her daughter had watched her suck the guy off. And the fact that her daughter had not shown anger made her feel good.
She arrived in the living room just as Bill came in. She greeted her son with a kiss, as usual.
“Tracy home yet?” Bill asked.
“Taking a bath,” Susan replied.
Bill almost worshiped his sister, something that pleased Susan. Her children didn’t bicker and fight like most, and Bill was always trying to please his sister. And Tracy liked her brother as much as he liked her. Now that Susan thought about it, Bill looked sad and lonely when his sister was out on a date, seemingly not knowing what to do with himself if he wasn’t near her.
“I gotta put my books in my room,” he said.
Just as Bill entered the hall, Tracy came out of the bathroom. She had not put her robe on, but had wrapped herself in a large towel, still fucking it in at her tits. Bill smiled when he saw his sister, then his gaze moved down to her long, exciting thighs.
“Hi, honey,” Tracy said when she saw him.
“Hi,” he mumbled back, a faint flush on his face.
Tracy moved down the hall ahead of him and Bill’s gaze glowed on the backs of his sister’s thighs. He could see the lower moons of her asscheeks and even part of the crack. He ran his lips over his tongue as he stared, feeling his cock swelling. Everytime he looked at his sister his cock would start getting hard. He loved to see her in shorts and he had been trying for some time to see her naked, but so far had not succeeded.
As Tracy started to enter her bedroom, she paused and looked over her shoulder at her brother, catching him staring at her half revealed ass. Bill’s face turned red.
Tracy laughed. “Don’t worry, sweet thing,” she said. “Looking is healthful.”
CHAPTER TWO
After a late dinner, Bill showered and went to his room to study.
Susan and Tracy sat up, watching an old rerun on television. Susan had searched for a coolness from her daughter, but had found none. Instead, Tracy seemed more animated than usual. They left alone what they both knew, not mentioning the neighbor again.
When Tracy’s date called to say he would be late in picking her up, she broke the date quickly and hung up on the guy.
“Asshole!” she said, glancing at her mother. It was the first time she had used such language in front of Susan. But Susan said nothing and simply smiled.
“I know what you mean, Tracy,” she said a few minutes later. “I thought most guys were assholes, too, when I was your age.”
Susan could see it in her daughter’s eyes. Tracy was, she knew, disappointed in guys her own age. She could see the hunger on her daughter’s lovely face and there was no doubt in her mind that Tracy was erotic, very, very erotic, and wasn’t getting the satisfaction she wanted so desperately. She felt closer to her daughter than ever. Tracy, she thought, suffered from the same thing that most beautiful girls did. Guys wanted to fuck them because of their beauty, but it was an ego trip more than trying to please the girl. If a guy could fuck an exceptionally beautiful girl, it seemed to make him feel good. Susan had never understood such a mentality.
“I just hope Bill isn’t as frustrated as we are,” Susan said. “Maybe guys are different.”
“I don’t think so, Mother,” Tracy said. “I caught him looking at me after I got out of the bath and he seemed excited.”
Tracy wanted to ask her mother many things, but she knew this wasn’t the time. She looked at her mother with warm eyes, seeing her as a sexual person, a woman with desires just like her own. Dropping her gaze, she stared at the thrust of her mother’s tits, seeing the nipples pressing upon the white blouse she wore. Then her gaze went lower, and she looked at her mother’s knees.
Susan’s skirt was a few inches past her knees, and seeing the way her daughter looked at her, she pulled her shoulders back and allowed her knees to open a bit. Tracy’s eyes became hot and a shiver ran through her. She could see between her mother’s thighs, almost to her panties.
There was a tension growing between them. Susan felt her cunt throbbing and had a wild desire to throw her legs wide and let her daughter gaze up her dress. She found herself wanting to look up her daughter’s dress, to see her cunt, wondering if Tracy would let her. She wondered what it would feel like to touch her daughter, to feel the bubbly heat of Tracy’s pussy and stroke her spongy, pointed tits and swelling ass. It excited her the way Tracy gazed under her skirt, a faint flush of desire on her beautiful fate.
Suddenly Tracy stood up. “I think I’ll try it,” she said, her voice throaty.
“Try what, honey?” Susan asked, her own voice filled with emotion.
“Bill,” Tracy sai
d bluntly, looking at her mother with bold, unashamed eyes.
Susan gasped as she looked at her daughter. “With your brother?”
“He’s the only teen here,” Tracy said. “If you can suck off the neighbor — and he’s no older than Bill — why can’t I fuck my brother?”
“Fuck your…” Susan said, the words coming out in a whisper, her eyes gleaming. “Fuck your brother?”
“That’s what I said,” Tracy replied, wondering if her mother was going to try and stop her. “Fuck Bill.”
Susan licked her lips. “You can try,” she said in a hoarse voice. “I’m not sure he will, but you can try.”
A grin spread over Tracy’s face. She stepped up to her mother and leaned down, kissing her on the mouth. She had not kissed her mother on the mouth for years.
Feeling her daughter’s moist, hot lips against hers, Susan moaned softly, and as she felt the tip of Tracy’s tongue across her lips, her hand moved. Before she could stop it she had curled her fingers about Tracy’s tit.
Tracy squealed softly against her mother’s mouth when she felt the woman’s hand squeeze her tit. Thrusting her tongue past her mother’s lips suddenly, she also placed her palm upon one spongy tit. Susan sucked her daughter’s tongue for a moment, then pulled away.
Their eyes flashed understanding to each other and Tracy turned and started out of the room. Susan’s eyes watched the sensual sway of her daughter’s ass, wishing she had the same courage. She wasn’t sure how her son would react to his sister, but she thought that he would be delighted.
Tracy entered her brother’s room without knocking. He sat on his bed, legs crossed, reading a book on history. He looked up as she walked in, smiling to see her. Tracy sat on the edge of his bed, glancing at his lap. He was already in his pajamas, but she couldn’t see his cock. She caressed his smooth, face with a warm hand.
“You saw me, didn’t you?” she said softly. “You saw me come out of the bathroom. I caught you looking at me, and it excited you, didn’t it, Bill?”
He started to blush.
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