Susan and her son ate out again that evening, something they seemed to do quite a bit lately, since they had started fucking. It was almost as if she were a young girl again, going out on dates, then returning home to get gloriously, fantastically fucked by her date.
Bobby, it seemed, was bolder with his mother than ever before, even when out in public. Somehow it thrilled Susan, especially when he would gaze at her straining tits in the supermarket, or walk behind her to watch her ass. On those occasions, Susan would waggle her ass as seductively as she could and still keep a wary eye out for anyone else who might be looking.
Bobby insisted that she wear short shorts, the kind that exposed the lower curves of her ass. Susan found it excited her, too. She had seen the younger girls wearing such shorts, with the cute cheeks of their asses exposed, and now that she did it, Susan had actually climaxed once as she bent over a vegetable counter, her son behind her. The mere fact that the lower curves of her ass were exposed had caused her to come. When she had turned to look at her son, wanting to tell him what happened, she saw his cock was bulging inside his jogging shorts. She grinned at him, looked about, and quickly pulled the crotch of her short shorts to one side, giving him a brief peek at the curly hair of her pussy.
Bobby, she was delighted to notice, had almost shot his wad in his shorts then.
Susan laughed, and finished up with the shopping hurriedly. She kept her son close to her as she shopped, whispering in his ear.
“You’re hard,” she whispered. “One of these women will see your cock and grab it. It sure looks good, baby.”
Bobby made no effort to conceal the outline of his hard cock, even when one woman stared directly at it. Susan saw the expression in the woman’s eyes, and it was obvious to Susan the woman was excited, aroused, and probably had a very wet cunt at that moment.
They hurried home with the purchases, Susan burning up to have her son’s cock fucking her. As they started up the stairs to their apartment, Mary came out of hers. She greeted them.
“Hi,” Bobby said brightly, not concealing his interest in the beautiful girl.
Susan smiled at Mary, then saw the direction Mary’s eyes went. Glancing down, she saw her son’s cock still pressed out hard against his jogging shorts. Looking back at Mary, she saw the heat in those eyes.
Mary, after looking at Bobby’s big cockbulge, looked at Susan and smiled in a cute, yet wicked, manner, then left the building.
Inside their apartment, Susan dropped the bags as soon as the door was closed, grabbing for her son’s cock.
“She wants your cock, Bobby,” she said, her voice husky. “You see how she looked at it?”
Bobby nodded, more interested in his mother because she was instantly available.
Susan drew his cock from the leg of his jogging shorts and, releasing it, began to strip her blouse and shorts from her body quickly, her eyes hot.
“Fuck me!” she said, almost screaming in her need. “Fuck me now!”
Susan was near the couch, and she fell back on it, spreading her long legs widely, arching her hairy cunt up, her hands pulling the puffy lips of her pussy apart. Bobby dropped to his knees between his mother’s thighs and, leaning forward, began to run the flat surface of his tongue up and down her wet, slippery cunt lips. Susan thrust her hips into his face, grinding and mewling. Bobby shoved his shorts down as he licked at his mother’s cunt, then he raised his face from her pussy and moved his cock to her cunt.
Susan lifted her crotch high, drawing her knees back against her tits. Her ass was lifted as her son fucked his prick into her pussy.
“Ooooo, yes!” Susan wailed, grinding against his cock as he started plunging it. “Fuck me fast, Bobby! I’m so Goddamned hot… in the store, then seeing Mary look at you… ohhhh, I’m so fucking hot! Fuck mother! Fuck mother’s wet cunt! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Bobby clung to his mother’s twisting hips, watching his cock being devoured by her hairlined pussy. He could stand on his knees without moving, and his mother would fuck him frantically, doing all the work. Her cunt pulled at his prick, the pussy lips sucking it, and she kept wailing with the boiling ecstasy, her head twisting about as she whimpered and sobbed. She churned her cunt on his fucker hard and fast, and suddenly his cock slipped out. Bobby, in his rush to have his cock back inside her cunt, rammed forward.
“Oh! Yes!” Susan screamed.
Bobby’s cock fucked into her asshole instead of her cunt, and it sank all the way.
“Fuck my asshole!” Susan screamed, clawing at her cunt with both hands now. “Fuck mother up the ass!”
Bobby pressed his hands at the back of his mother’s thighs, fucking his cock in and out of her uplifted asshole. He stared with excitement as his mother fingerfucked her cunt with one hand and rubbed brutally at her clit with the other. The stimulation of her finger fucking into her cunt, the violent twisting and pulling of her clit, and the throbbing heat of her son’s cock burning inside her asshole, sent Susan in to wild convulsions quickly.
She came, gurgling and murmuring incoherent words. She twisted and churned her ass up and down.
“Ooooo! Ohhhhh!” Susan wailed.
“Uh… uh… uh!” Bobby grunted.
Through the violence of her orgasms, Susan still felt the hot, hard throbbing of her son’s cock deep inside her asshole. Jerking her hands away from her hairy cunt, she ran them down and behind her uptilted ass. She clawed at the smooth, round cheeks of her ass, pulling them widely apart, wanting her son’s cock to fuck deeper and deeper.
“Come, come, come!” she yelped. “I want that cock coming up my fucking hot ass, Bobby! Ohhhhh, darling, fill mother’s hot ass with that sweet, sweet come juice!”
Bobby was fucking in wild motions, grunting heavily as his prick strained, his balls drawing up very tight at the base of his cock. His handsome young face was twisted into a grimace of intense ecstasy, his eyes squeezed shut. Susan pulled at her ass cheeks, trying to spread them more so he could fuck very deep.
“I’m about to… I’m gonna… come!”
“Yes, yes!” she gurgled, fucking her ass up and down on his cock.
Bobby shoved as deep as he could with his cock, his balls pressing tightly. He gave a loud grunt, then came.
Susan felt her son’s come juice as it splashed deep inside her ass, triggering a more intense orgasm inside her bubbling cunt. Her clit seemed to become knotted painfully, and the hairlined lips of her pussy clenched in twitching delight.
With the final spurt of come juice into his mother’s asshole, Bobby slumped forward.
Susan spread her knees so he could rest on top of her, his breath searing her tits. She cuddled him tightly, kissing the top of his head as he rested. Her feet dropped to the floor, the hot, smooth, inner surfaces brushing his hips. His cock dragged up to the sensitive lips of her cunt, and still another orgasm ripped through Susan.
“Ohhhhh…” she mewled softly, the orgasm not as strong as the others, but so pleasant to her.
“I’m going to get Mary for you,” she whispered as she caressed his hair. “I’m going to get her for you, darling.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Susan wasn’t sure how she would keep her promise.
There was no way she could just walk up to Mary and say: “I want you to fuck my son.”
For one thing, it would embarrass her even if not Mary. And for another thing, she wasn’t sure that it was what Mary wanted.
Susan didn’t know how to go about it. She had told her son she would get Mary for him, in a moment of passion, and now she didn’t know if she would be able to keep her promise. Mary might misunderstand, too, and think it was Susan who was interested in her.
That would be very embarrassing to Susan, if Mary thought she was making a pass at her.
It was two days before something happened that gave Susan the opportunity she needed.
She had been out, and Bobby was off someplace alone for the first time in months. As she came into the apart
ment building toward the stairs leading to her apartment, she found Mary sitting halfway up the stairs. Mary was on a level with Susan’s head as she stood at the bottom.
The girl grinned and said: “I locked myself out, and the manager isn’t around.”
“Isn’t it hot up there on the stairs?” Susan said.
“Very, but at least I can sit down.”
Susan started up, then stopped. Mary had been sitting there with her knees together, her skirt smoothed over them. But when Susan put her foot on the bottom step, Mary suddenly opened her knees. Susan found herself staring between those wide knees, at the smooth, inviting surfaces of Mary’s thighs, and the blonde triangle of cunt hair there. Susan froze where she was, one foot on the step, the other on the floor. She stared directly into Mary’s cunt, and her tongue moved over her lips with out her being aware of it.
But Mary was aware of it. Her eyes gleamed and she moved her own tongue over her full lips, and the significance of it dawned on Susan.
Still looking at Mary’s cunt, Susan found herself saying: “You never wear panties, do you?”
“They’re too hot,” Mary said, her voice very low and seductive.
“I know,” Susan said, and she started up the stairs. As she stopped around Mary, she felt a light touch on her lower leg.
“Why don’t you sit with me a while, Susan?” Mary said. “We’ve been greeting each other for months, but never get to know each other.”
“I… well, a little while,” Susan said, siting one step above Mary.
Mary turned so she could face Susan, her smile somewhat mysterious, but exciting to Susan. Susan held her knees tightly together, knowing this was an opportunity for her, yet not knowing how to approach the subject.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Susan,” Mary said. “I’ve thought so since I first saw you.”
Susan wanted to thank the girl, but found her voice wouldn’t work. There was a strange pulsation between her thighs, and she felt her cunt becoming moist. She gazed into Mary’s hot eyes and, as the girl began to stroke her lower leg with light fingers, the tingling of her cunt became more pronounced. She shivered, and it was not lost on Mary.
Without talking, they looked into each other’s eyes and Mary continued to run her hand up and down Susan’s leg. When Susan felt that hot hand on her knee, she made no effort to push it away. Susan knew now that it wasn’t only men this exquisitely beautiful girl was interested in. It gave her a strange feeling, but one of pleasure, a hot, bubbling sort of pleasure, all centered in and around her cunt.
“So beautiful,” Mary whispered, and she slipped her fingers between Susan’s knees. “You’re so soft, Susan, so very soft. Your skin feels like velvet.”
Susan found she could hardly breathe, liking that hand pressed between her knees. She licked her lips and kept looking into Mary’s eyes. Those eyes glowed, burning with desire.
Susan found she wanted that hand deeper under her skirt, wanted to feel the soft heat of it on her thighs. As if reading what was in her eyes, Mary inched her hand past Susan’s knees, her fingertips stroking the woman’s thigh. Mary turned a bit more and moved her other hand to a knee. Gently, she pried Susan’s knees apart and gazed between them with a hot bold look. Susan’s cunt twitched. She felt the crotch of her panties becoming moist, her tits rising and falling with increasing excitement.
“Nice, very nice,” Mary murmured, stroking higher and higher as she gazed between Susan’s creamy legs. “Why do you wear panties in this heat, Susan? You’d feel so much cooler without them.”
Susan didn’t reply; she couldn’t reply. She knew very well what Mary was up to, and she was becoming more and more receptive. When Mary pressed her knees farther apart, she didn’t try to fight it.
“You’re wet, Susan,” Mary murmured in a throaty voice. “I can see how wet you are now.”
Susan felt a hot hand slide up her thigh, then it was stroking about the tight crotch of her panties, the tip of one finger sliding up and down the puffy slit of her cunt. As Mary leaned forward and pressed her hot, moist lips against one knee, Susan gasped, the sound coming out in obvious desire.
“You feel so hot here,” Mary said in a thick whisper as she dragged her finger up and down Susan’s crotch. “So hot and wet. I love it when a woman is wet, Susan.”
Susan looked about, making sure no one could see them, and then she opened her thighs as wide as she could, a soft mewl coming from her. Mary cupped her cunt and pressed, and kissed her knee again.
“Let’s… Mary, let’s don’t… not here,” Susan said, shoving at Mary’s hand. “Let’s go to… come with me.”
They stepped into the coolness of Susan’s apartment. As the door closed, Mary was suddenly pressing against Susan, her thrusting tits smashing into Susan’s larger tits.
Before Susan could protest — and she didn’t want to protest — Mary’s lips were on hers, smashing, writhing, kissing with openmouthed wetness. Slightly shocked by her easy acceptance of Mary, Susan found she was melting against the girl, unable to resist. There was something pleasant about those wet lips against hers, about that darting, wicked tongue that was snaking into her mouth.
Mary was moaning softly as she kissed Susan hungrily. Susan felt the girl’s hands sliding up and down her back, and she held onto Mary’s slim waist. As Mary shoved her crotch close and began to grind her pussy against Susan, Susan responded with more excitement than she had suspected she would.
Both became suddenly frantic, Susan not thinking, but doing. Even as Mary began to clutch at the cheeks of her ass to pull her tighter, Susan’s hands were curling around the tight cheeks of Mary’s ass, and she was moaning into the girl’s mouth.
Susan began lifting Mary’s dress, anxious to get her hands on naked flesh. She found the backs of Mary’s thighs hot to the touch, and when she curled her fingers about the naked cheeks of that tight ass, she whimpered into Mary’s mouth. Susan was not even aware that her own dress had been pulled up until she felt her bare thighs against Mary, the heat of their flesh mingling. She felt those golden-blonde cunt hairs pressing against her crotch. Mary rolled her panties down. Her mind was reeling with the erotic sensations this exquisite girl was producing within her heated body.
She was kissing Mary as hotly as the girl was kissing her, their tongues sliding and probing and licking, their lips sucking, teeth nipping. Each squealed and mewled, sighed and burbled, their hands caressing smooth flesh in a frenzy of boiling fuck-lust.
Susan found herself looking down at Mary, who was on the floor, her skirt bunched about her waist and those long creamy legs wide apart, her blondehaired cunt beckoning. With shaking legs, Susan stepped over Mary’s head and went to her knees, feeling the girl’s hot hands sliding up her thighs, scooting her skirt to her waist. Facing Mary’s feet, Susan leaned over, bracing herself with her hands feeling about her ass, between her hot thighs, brushing through the thick curls of her cunt, touching lightly at the pulsating lips and tingling clit. When Mary began to pull at her hips, bringing her cunt down toward her face, Susan eagerly helped. She drew her knees toward her waist, pressing them against Mary’s body. As that hot, wet tongue moved about her cunt, Susan sobbed with ecstasy. She peered into Mary’s cunt, licking her lips, seeing the swollen and inflamed clit. The blondehaired cunt lips were twitching, and moisture seeped wetly. Mary was twisting her hips slowly, moaning as her tongue moved about Susan’s clit, twirling and lapping it. As she licked with those teasing, feathery touches, Mary’s hands were in constant motion, feeling Susan’s rounded, spreading ass cheeks, her fingers moving up and down the hot inner asscrack.
Susan shook with pleasure, thrilled by the wet, eager tongue running about her cunt lips, and lapping at her clit. She felt Mary’s tongue between the cheeks of her ass, groaned with delight as it slipped across her tightly clenched asshole. Finally, Mary’s tongue darted into Susan’s cunt.
“Oooooo!” Susan wailed, feeling Mary’s tongue spearing into her pussy. “Ohhhh!”<
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Gripping the cheeks of Susan’s ass tightly, Mary thrust her tongue in and out of Susan’s cunt, licking and making soft, hot, whimpering sounds, sounds that revealed her ecstasy at eating this hairy cunt.
Susan, still braced with her hands on each side of Mary’s hips, gazed between those long thighs. The golden hairs of Mary’s cunt seemed inviting to her, and the throbbing of her clit attracted her mouth. With her naked ass shaking, Susan began to grind her cunt into Mary’s sucking, tongue-thrusting mouth, sobbing as her ecstasy grew within her heated body. She felt the girl’s hot breathing, felt her nose almost in her asshole, the breath warming her tender flesh. She felt Mary’s lips sucking at her cunt even as that delightful tongue fucked in a frenzy, diving into her tight, wet cunt time and again. Susan started humping her cunt up and down, working her hips, fucking her pussy onto the rigid tongue of Mary. She groaned and wailed softly, squirming and smearing her pussy against the eager mouth of the girl.
Lowering her face, Susan kissed just above the golden curls of Mary’s cunt. She slipped her tongue out and traced the tip along the soft triangle of cunt hair. She inhaled the heady heat of Mary’s cunt as her tongue slipped along one puffy cunt lip. She lapped almost daintily at the girl’s soft, sensitive inner thighs, drew her tongue up the other side of that boiling pussy. She shoved her face down lower and kissed at the soft, yet tight, flesh where Mary’s ass cheeks met her thighs. She licked her tongue along the crease there, then drew it again up the side of one twitching cunt lip. She ran her tongue through the thick pussy hair, moving her hands beneath the wiggling cheeks of the girl’s ass, cupping them, holding them, squeezing them. She lifted her head once more, looking at the succulent cunt below. Mary’s cunt glistened wetly, beautifully, enticingly.
Pursing her lips, Susan pressed them upon Mary’s cunt the way she would a mouth, kissing that sweetness. As her lips touched Mary’s cunt, her mind exploded with ecstasy. She opened her lips now, placing them over those puffy cunt lips, kissing hotly as her fingers dug into the sweet flesh of Mary’s ass.
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