“Then we both have a new experience, don’t we?” Karen said, bringing one hand up to caress one of Susan’s swelling, round tits. “I’ve thought how it would be, what it would be like.”
[missing text] into Karen’s dark-haired cunt. She was surprised at the sudden boiling sensation between her thighs.
She quickly changed the subject. Karen spent an hour or so with her, then left, taking Tom with her. The rest of the afternoon Susan watched her son. She was seeing him in a new way now. She found herself glancing at the front of his cut-off jeans. She didn’t see anything there. Maybe his cock was still small, she thought. She was haunted all afternoon by the image of Karen fucking her son. The things Karen had said earlier burned in her mind until she was almost beside herself with horniness.
After dinner, she settled in the family room with the television on, but she was not really watching it. Her mind continued to dwell upon the things Karen had said. She heard the phone ring, then Robert’s voice as he talked.
“Mom,” he said after hanging up. “I’m gonna go over to Tom’s house for a while. He’s got this new…”
“Go ahead,” she said absently.
He had been gone perhaps fifteen minutes when the front door opened. Susan thought it was Robert returning, but it was Karen.
“Oh! What brings you over this time of evening?” Susan said. “Want a beer or something?”
“No,” Karen said, sitting on the couch and stretching her legs out. She still had on her halter and shorts. “I just thought I’d come over while the boys are messing around with some new game Tom bought.”
Susan saw the curls of dark hair around the crotch of Karen’s tight shorts again. She wished she had the nerve to wear something like that.
“I thought you’d be seducing your son by this time,” Susan teased, wondering how she had the gall to say such a thing.
“I certainly thought about it,” Karen said seriously. “I’ve been looking at that kid’s pants all afternoon. You know, I bet he has a cock on him that would match any man’s.”
Susan started to reply, but closed her mouth. Then she said: “At least Tom would have a bigger cock than Robert.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
Susan suddenly became nervous. She had brought this up, and it wasn’t like her. She got to her feet and went to the kitchen. She reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a beer, although she didn’t want it. She had to do something to settle her nerves. When she straightened up, she found Karen close to her.
Susan placed her beer on the counter near the sink, leaning back weakly. She allowed Karen to lift her skirt and feel about her thighs because she knew of no way to stop it. She felt Karen’s fingers tracing about the crotch of her panties, then between her thighs to move up and down the suddenly wet slit of her cunt. When Karen’s finger increased the pressure against her stiff clit, Susan mewled with pleasure.
“Oh, you’re wet, honey!” Karen laughed huskily. “So am I. Feel.”
She did not wait for Susan to feel her pussy. She took Susan’s wrist and brought her hand up between her creamy smooth thighs and cupped Susan’s fingers about her cunt.
“Ooooo, nice!” Karen gurgled as she twisted her ass to press her pussy against Susan’s palm. “Ohhhh, I like it! Feel me, baby! Feel my cunt!”
To her surprise, Susan found she was moving her hand and fingers against the crotch of those tight shorts, feeling Karen’s cunt. She moaned with growing pleasure when Karen began to feel her up again. When Karen slipped a finger inside her panties and began to thrust the finger in and out of Susan’s cunt, Susan thought she would faint with the sensation.
Karen dropped to her knees before Susan.
She held Susan’s skirt at her waist, gazing steadily at the tight, bikini panties. When Karen began to strip her panties down, Susan found she was giving all the help she could. Then she was standing there, leaning against the counter, her hips arched out, her cunt fully exposed to Karen’s hot eyes. She spread her legs, and looked down as Karen ran her fingers through the golden curls of her pussy.
“My God, baby!” Karen hissed hotly. “You’ve got a beautiful cunt! I had no idea a pussy could be so damned pretty! I rove that blonde hair on your twat, Susan. And I love the way it’s so puffy! Ooooo, look at that delicious little clit! It’s so wet!”
Karen suddenly moved her face close and began to kiss hotly at Susan’s thighs, running her tongue up and down the smooth, tanned flesh. Susan trembled. She was holding her skirt up herself, arching her hips forward, watching with unfocused eyes as Karen licked and kissed all over her thighs. Her cunt was in turmoil of anticipation, and she writhed her hips.
Karen placed her hands on Susan’s hips, gazing at the blondehaired cunt hotly, her face inches from it flow. Then she shoved her face forward, and planted her lips directly upon Susan’s snatch. She kissed it moistly, then with a low gurgle, began to lick at the sensitive clit with her hot, wet tongue.
“Ooooo, Karen!” Susan moaned, twisting her hips excitedly. “Ohhhh!”
Karen drew back, looking at Susan’s pleasure-twisted face. “Do you like it, honey?” she whispered in a thick voice. “Does it feel good to you?”
“Oh yes!” Susan mewled, placing her hand on Karen’s head. “Oh, it’s been so long! So very long!”
“Mmmmm,” Karen murmured, and kissed Susan’s wet, puffy cunt again. “It’s delicious! I had no idea…” She thrust her tongue into Susan’s cunt, lapping at it, her mouth wide open, lips pressed against the puffy cuntlips, the curling blonde hairs on each side of her mouth. She stabbed her tongue back and forth, then licked vigorously at the steaming clit again, making Susan shudder with ecstasy.
“Ohhh, Karen, Karen!” Susan whimpered, grinding her pussy hard against the thrusting tongue. “I love it! Oh, God… it’s so good! Do it more… harder… faster!”
Karen’s tongue licked furiously in and out, tasting the flowing juices. The feel of Susan’s puffy, wet pussy gripping her buried tongue sent chills of delight up and down her spine. She felt her own cunt boiling away, and it quivered as if she would come at any time. She swayed her tightly clad ass as she lapped Susan’s twat, her hands around her hips and clutching that smooth, swelling ass tightly, her fingers almost between the cheeks. She pressed her mouth tightly against Susan’s dripping, steaming cunt and sucked hard, her mind reeling with the exquisite ecstasy. She made soft whimpering sounds as she licked the woman’s snatch.
Susan clung to Karen’s head, holding her friend’s face between her hot, smooth thighs, grinding her cunt harshly at those sucking lips. She cooed loudly, her body shaking violently as she approached orgasm.
Suddenly she yelped. “Oh! Oh… ohhh!” And she began to come strongly. Her pussy clenched about the stabbing tongue, flexing around it. She shot her hips forward and ground them brutally against Karen’s face.
Then she could no longer stand. She slumped, her knees bending. She was vaguely aware that Karen had drawn her face back, and then she was sitting on the tile of the kitchen floor, her naked ass cooling. She sat with her knees up, wide apart, her throbbing cunt exposed. She slumped her blonde head to one side, breathing heavily, almost gasping for air.
Karen sat back, her eyes gazing brightly at the loveliness of Susan, her hairy twat revealed, the creamy thighs showing, the blonde pussy hair beaded with drops of juice. It was one of the most exciting sights she had ever seen, and it made her own pussy throb with need. She ran her hand between her thighs and began to rub furiously, staring hotly at Susan’s twat.
“Ohhhhh,” she groaned loudly, her body suddenly shaking as she came. “Oh, God! Oh, God… I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Susan, with blurred vision, watched her friend rub her convulsing cunt. Her own breathing had almost returned to normal, but now it increased once more as she watched. She had never seen anyone, man or woman, masturbate, and she found it thrilling. Once more her pussy began to pulsate in a burning way, and she ran her hand down
to fondle it.
But as Karen finished coming, Susan pulled her hand off her pussy and shoved her skirt between her thighs. A flush came over her face, and she couldn’t look Karen in the eye.
Karen reached out and gently stroked the side of Susan’s face. “Don’t worry about it, Susan,” she said softly. “Don’t worry about it.”
Susan watched Karen stand up, and watched her as she left, her eyes seeing the tight roundness of that lovely, swelling ass. Then she began to cry.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan was troubled the next day.
There was no doubt in her mind that she had enjoyed having her cunt sucked by Karen. What troubled her was the fact that she had known Karen for years and not once suspected her to be that kind of woman. That kind of woman, she thought. What kind was that? And hadn’t Susan allowed it? Didn’t that make her the same as Karen?
She prepared breakfast for her son and sat with her coffee, watching him eat. He was certainly a healthy young boy, but she wished he would slow down eating. He almost gulped his food down, begrudging the time spent on eating when he could be outside horsing around. She searched his face for a sign of approaching beard, but there was none.
She remembered what Karen had said the day before, how she had been considering her own son as a sex partner. Susan looked at Robert, trying to picture him in bed with her. She tried to visualize her son naked beside her, his cock very hard, the head swollen with little beads of moisture collecting at the piss hole. She tried to imagine what his balls would look like, if they would be hairy or hairless. She knew his thighs were still as smooth as a baby’s, and his cheeks were the same. Still, she thought, he was old enough to have hair at the base of his cock, certainly.
Susan felt her pussy tingle as she thought of those things. Sitting in her chair, she pressed her thighs together and felt the response in her cunt. The sensation was strong enough to make her moan softly.
“Anything wrong, Mom?” Robert asked, not looking up from his plate.
“No, baby,” she said in a soft voice. There was a slight flush on her face, a flush of embarrassment.
Later, while Robert was out, Susan showered and after drying her body, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was quite good looking. Her blonde hair was just past her shoulders, and she had clear, light-blue eyes that sparkled. Her lips were full and moist, sensual. She didn’t look tote in her early thirties; many people had told her that her flesh was creamy smooth, without a blemish.
She gazed at her tits. They were nice tits, she thought. Shapely, round, firm. They were springy to the touch, and her pink nipples were quite rubbery. Her stomach was still as flat as any teenage girl. Her hips, though slim, rounded out deliciously, flowing in perfect grace to long, slender thighs and curvy legs.
Susan’s eyes fixed on the triangle of blonde curls covering her cunt. She ran her hands through the hairs and parted them. The lips of her cunt were puffy. Gently she parted the moist lips of her pussy and peered for a long time at the glistening, tip of her clitoris. She thought she could see it throb, but it was only her imagination.
As she turned from the mirror to dress, she glanced over her shoulder and saw her ass. She paused to examine it. There was nothing at all wrong with her ass, she noted. It was round and firm, very shapely. The cheeks swelled out and flexed when she walked, drawing the eye.
With disgust, she left the mirror and began dressing. Since it was going to be another warm day, she found a sunsuit to wear. It was bright yellow, with two thin straps over her shoulders, the bodice low enough to reveal the creamy separation of her thrusting tits. The pant legs were wide, and for a moment she considered not wearing it. It was about five years old anyway. Then she shrugged her shoulders, deciding it didn’t matter. She wasn’t leaving the house.
Susan spent the morning cleaning house, but there was not much to do. Robert was neat and always picked up after himself. With just the two of them living there, the house never became very messy.
At noon Robert asked to visit a friend down the block, and Susan consented. He had been out of the house perhaps fifteen minutes when Karen dropped by.
Susan was glad Karen made no reference to what happened the evening before. She was nervous around Karen now. But Karen was bubbly and gay, chattering away. Susan’s mind wandered, and she found herself remembering the night before. She was acutely aware that heir cunt was boiling, that it was moist.
“You aren’t yourself today, Susan,” she heard Karen say. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong with me,” Susan replied, but her voice was shaking.
“You’re as nervous as hell, baby,” Karen said, slipping close to Susan. “Come on, is it because of last night? I thought you had fun.”
Susan shivered when she felt Karen’s hand run along her bare arm. The hand felt hot to her, but she was sure it was only her vivid imagination.
When Susan remained silent, Karen went on. “You remember what I said last night, honey? About Tom?” she laughed huskily. “I think he’s more than interested. I think he’s interested in a bit of fucking with his mother.”
Susan trembled. It reminded her of what she thought concerning her own son that morning. “How… how do you know that?” she stammered, her face bright.
“Oh, I played a little game with him last night,” Karen laughed throatily. “I gave him a peek into the future, you might say.”
Suddenly Susan was pulled into Karen’s arms. She gasped as her tits flattened against those of Karen’s, and she gasped again when those moist, hot lips closed against hers. She trembled, but did not resist, when she tasted the wet tip of Karen’s tongue penetrating her lips. When that eager tongue darted past her teeth, Susan moaned and sagged against Karen, her hands on the woman’s hips to brace herself.
She felt Karen’s hands move up and down her back as her tongue snaked in and out, stabbing wantonly. Susan tried to resist, but felt herself overwhelmed by the sensuality of the woman. She groaned when Karen’s hands ran over her asscheeks, pausing long enough to cup them for a brief squeeze, then they went down the backs of her thighs, caressing, fondling, arousing. Susan’s body trembled again, and she began to writhe her hips against Karen’s.
“Ohhh, baby,” Karen crooned as she pulled her lips away. “You’re a hot one all right.”
“Don’t, Karen,” Susan whimpered. “Please, I don’t want that to happen again.”
“I think you do,” Karen replied, cupping Susan’s ass in one hand, bringing her other up to close around a firm, springy tit. “I think you want it to happen again and again. God, baby, you were like a fucking firecracker last night! You need it as badly as I do, and don’t try to deny it.”
Susan felt Karen’s hand work up inside one of the wide legs of her shorts, the fingers moving along the curve of her ass. Although she could say it out loud that she did not want this, she knew damned good and well she did. Susan pressed her hips against Karen’s and began to grind slowly, moaning softly, her eyes closed.
“See what I mean?” Karen whispered thickly as she curled her fingers about an asscheek. “You’ve got a hot little ass on you, Susan. And I mean hot!”
“Ooohh,” Susan whimpered, her own hands now clutching the shorts-clad ass of Karen, her fingers digging into the tight flesh. “Oh, God! I don’t know any more! I don’t know anything… any more!”
Karen drew back and lowered the thin top of Susan’s sunsuit. Susan knew her tits were exposed, and was certain of it when she felt Karen’s wet, hot mouth kissing near one nipple.
“You have beautiful tits, baby,” Karen murmured, her tongue licking lightly at the rubbery tip. “You’re skin is so creamy, so smooth. God, I could lick you all over!”
Karen wore a thin, tight halter that concealed her tits, but just barely. Before Susan realized what she was doing, she had untied Karen’s halter and let it drop to the floor. As she did this, she felt her sunsuit slither down her body to the floor, and she stood there wearing only a p
air of bikini panties.
She was fondling Karen’s naked tits of her own free will now, cupping them, molding them, gazing hotly at them. Karen’s nipples were brown, with large circles around them. Her nipples were succulent and hard. Susan’s pussy was boiling as her desire grew strongly.
And then the front door slammed.
“Oh, God!” Susan yelped, pulling away from Karen quickly.
But it was too late.
Tom stood looking at them, his eyes huge. Susan covered her naked tits with an arm, the hand of her other arm over her pantied pussy. She stood with legs tight together, staring at the boy.
Karen turned and saw her son, and laughed in her throaty way. Deliberately, she cupped her naked tits and ran her thumbs over the sensitive nipples, not at all ashamed that her son was looking at her.
“Join the party, Tom,” she said in a low voice, her dark eyes gleaming.
“Oh, God, Karen!” Susan blurted, bending to get her sunsuit and holding it before her. “How… Oh!” And she ran from the room.
Susan stayed in her bedroom, very embarrassed. She could hear Karen talking to her son, but the words weren’t clear. Now and then there was a mumbled reply from Tom. Getting into her sunsuit again, she peeked into the hallway. Then she walked back to the living room. She stopped in the doorway, her eyes wide.
Karen was sitting on the couch with her son, and she had taken his cock out of his cut-off jeans. Susan saw Karen was stroking her son’s prick, and that Tom was entering into this with enthusiasm. He was playing with his mother’s naked tits, his mouth open and his tongue licking at his lips. His cock was very hard in Karen’s hand, Susan saw. Despite her first reaction of shamed anger, Susan felt herself becoming intensely aroused. She could not take her eyes from Tom’s young prick, or the way Karen was stroking her fist up and down the throbbing shaft.
Although Susan stood in the doorway, neither Karen nor Tom saw her, or if they did, they paid no attention to her.
“Your cock is so hard, darling,” she heard Karen tell her son. “God, is it ever hard! And such a pretty one, too. I bet you can do all sorts of things with this lovely, hard cock.”
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