“This apartment’s much too large now that my husband’s gone,” Martha Blumfeldt told the young widow. “I suppose that’s why you sold your house?”
Ann nodded. “Yes. I tried to keep it up but every year it got a little harder. And with everything so expensive now…”
“I know,” the old woman agreed. “I need the extra money the rent will bring in just to live as comfortably as I did a few years ago.”
Bob, Ann’s young son, felt himself grow horny as he looked from his mother to Mrs. Blumfeldt, then back to his mother again. Both women had incredibly huge tits, and he felt his face grow hot as he gazed at their tits. Jeez, what a tit-lover’s dream this apartment was going to be!
In the three years since his father’s death, Bob Foster had grown two inches and had discovered what a lot of fun rubbing his prick was. He rubbed it a lot, and most of the time his adolescent mind would go wild imagining his mother naked in the shower, her enormous, jiggling tits dripping sudsy water – and that’s where his imagination ended. He’d never seen a cunt, not really. A couple of times some friends would sneak a page torn from some dirty magazine into school, and pass it around, but none of the pictures had shown a pussy close up. All Bob had ever seen was a bit of fuzz which was supposed to be pubic hair. What was under that hair remained a mystery.
“I think we’re going to like it here,” he heard his mother say, and he knew he had found a new home.
It was no wonder the boy dreamed about his mom while jerking off. Ann Foster was, without a doubt, a stunning woman. Her face was framed by a mass of long, chestnut-brown hair. Her eyes were very large and widely set, and nearly as dark as her hair, giving her a wide-eyed, surprised look of innocence that contrasted sharply with her extremely voluptuous body. Not many boys were lucky enough to have a mother who not only looked like a sex Goddess, but was also built like one.
Ann was five feet, four inches tall and weighed just a fraction over one hundred and five pounds. The way those pounds were distributed would have turned Dolly Parton green with envy, as her husband used to say before they went to bed. His insurance had left Ann comfortable, if not wealthy, and even provided for Bob’s future. But life still seemed, except for her son, almost purposeless. Ann knew she was lonely, but she didn’t know exactly what to do about it. And that was when her drinking began to increase.
She also began confiding in Martha more and more as the months passed. Living with another woman in such a large place had, surprisingly, presented no problems at all. There were two bathrooms, and more than, enough closets, and enough rooms for privacy. The kitchen was the only room the two women shred, and they often alternated the daily cooking and shopping. There were even neighborhood children for Bob to play with.
Martha Blumfeldt was forty-one, a widow for the past six years. There hadn’t been one night in all those years that she hadn’t missed the passionate nights she had once enjoyed. And now, knowing that Ann was sleep and not far away, made every night more of a torment. She had told herself not to fantasize about the voluptuous young widow, but she couldn’t help herself. Did Ann play with her big tits and pussy, or did she control her lust? The older woman’s mind was filled with thoughts of introducing Ann to the joys of lesbian sex, of sixty-nining and titty-sucking while rubbing cunts.
One night Martha heard Ann shut the bathroom door, and the thought of seeing the young widow naked made the older woman’s erect nipples stretch out and scratch hotly against her big bra. She quietly stole to the door through the darkened hallway and bent her face to the keyhole.
Instead of seeing Ann stripping to take a bath or shower, she saw her friend sitting on the toilet, her legs spread wide. Her dress was pulled up past her plump white thighs, exposing an unusually plump and quite hairy cuntal mound.
Martha was entranced by Ann’s large lipped, glistening pink pussy. The young widow’s eyes were closed and her hands were massaging the soft flesh of her lower belly, her fingertips just touching the hair. The movement of her hands made her pouting pussylips open and close slightly. From time to time her clit popped into view. Martha’s breath caught in her throat at first sight of it. Ann’s clit was oversized, about as big as an unshelled peanut, and Ann caught it between her thumb and first two fingers and began stroking it as though it were a tiny cock.
“Ahhhhh-h-h-h-h,” Ann groaned, spreading her shapely legs even wider. The lush, flattened cheeks of her ass pooched out under her cunthole. The watching older woman saw Ann’s belly and thighs trembling with the pleasure coursing through her body.
Martha’s cunt was burning furiously as she watched the young mother play with her pussy. Ann’s other hand was slowly running two finger into her open, dripping pussy as her fat, loose pussylips hung and shook around them. Then Ann shoved the fingers deep inside, wiggling them. Her eyes squinted and her hips parted slackly as her face contorted with ecstasy.
“Agh! Ahhh-h-h-h! Ahhh-h-h-h!” Ann gasped, her hips and ass lifting and dropping on the toilet seat as she jerked her cunt up at her fingers. Finally, her fingers slipped free and she slumped, whimpering out her final bit of solitary pleasure. Her swollen pussylips were a bright, dark red, and her clit hung out as if begging for more stimulation. Martha was dying to suck Ann’s clit and give it a good tongue-whipping.
The older woman returned to her room ten minutes later and finger-fucked herself until, exhausted, she fell into a very deep sleep.
The next few days were difficult for Martha, she knew what a lovely, suckable pussy Ann had. She found herself remembering her bisexual college days to the near exclusion of thoughts of her late husband’s fucking.
Until, one day, her eyes wandered to a photograph of Bob and she realized Bob’s slender body resembled her husband’s in his youth.
Meanwhile, Ann was also experiencing the pangs of conscience that many lonely women felt guilt about masturbating and guilt over the unmotherly thoughts she experienced from time to time when she noticed her young son’s body. More than once her cheeks had burned when she was wondering if he knew what his cock was for yet, and whether he had a lot of hair around the base of his cock. Once, she caught herself imagining him standing naked before her, an enormous hard-on in his fist.
And then one morning she woke up earlier than usual. She was about to fall asleep again when she heard a faint, but somehow familiar sound which aroused her curiosity. Slipping into her robe, she poked her head out the doorway and listened. There it was again! It was almost like a fucking sound. And it was coming from her bathroom, not Martha’s.
Ann slipped down the hall and saw a light shining through the keyhole. The sounds were louder now. The young widow bent to look, knowing in advance what it was she would see.
Even with prior knowledge, she gasped. Bob was sitting on the toilet, and he had both fists wrapped around what had to be an eight-inch cock!
Ann went into shock as she watched her son use two hands to pump the cum from his balls.
Ohmigod! she thought, looking at the husky girth of his cockshaft. What a pussy-splitter! And the head of his cock flared out like a mushroom, an extremely fat mushroom! It was dusky with trapped blood, almost purplish in color, and it was dripping a thin stream of pre-cum.
Ann felt her cunt begin to drip as she watched her young son playing with his oversized prick. Her large nipples grew long and hot and hard. And very itchy. Before she realized it, she was plucking at them through her gown.
She knew she should turn away, give him the privacy that she wished for herself, but she just couldn’t do it. His cock was bigger than his father’s! She wanted to reach between her legs and play with her big, burning clit, but she knew she’d never be able to control the volume of her cries of pleasure. All she could do was pluck at her distended nipples and lick her full lips, and feel ashamed that her own son could arouse her like this.
Then Ann saw Bob straighten his legs out as far as he could, straining them until the muscles bulged. His fists were a white blur over the pink and red of his cock, and his hips were jerking as they hunched in a quick rhythm that matched his pumping arms.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh-h-h-h…” Bob groaned.
His white jism erupted in a long stream from the swollen red head of his cock.
It flew at least three feet in the air, arcing to land on his knees, then his thighs and, finally, dribbling over his knuckles and down his big balls.
Ann discovered that she was biting her lip. She stared at the enormous load of cum Bob had just dumped on his legs. God, what would it feel like, having that much hot cum pumped into her throbbing cunt?
The horny mother clamped a hand over her aching pussy and squeezed hard. Hot cunt juice soaked through the material of her gown to dampen her fingers, and she sucked in her breath as Bob stood up. She thought at first that he was about to open the door. She panicked, but he merely reached for some toilet paper and began wiping the cum that was now running down his legs.
“Ohhh, Bob, baby,” Ann whispered as her son’s long, thick cock swayed and slapped wetly against his thigh as he moved. His prick was still fat, swollen with blood, and it was still dripping, and it looked lovely. It was the loveliest prick she’d ever seen.
That was the way her day started – with an itch in her cunt that she couldn’t scratch until nighttime, and the memory of her son’s huge cock burned indelibly in her tormented mind.
Breakfast was torture, for Bob wore only his pajama bottoms, and Ann found herself looking for the heavy movement of his dangling cock as he walked. When he turned away, she watched the flexing of his lean ass.
She was thankful when, a little later, he went outside to play with some friends.
Bob made friends easily, and it hadn’t taken him long to fit in with the gang of kids that hung around the corner theater. Most of the boys were his own age or a year younger, so they were just as horny as he was. Usually, the main topic of conversation was what girl in the neighborhood had the biggest tits, which had the bounciest ass, and which one would give a hand job.
Thinking about some girl playing with his prick really turned Bob on, but he didn’t think he’d be lucky enough to get jerked off any time soon. But it was nice to dream about, and he bragged about the girls he’d known in his home town who had pumped the cum from his balls and let him play with their tits and pussies. He was lying, of course, but the other kids couldn’t be sure of that, and it made interesting listening.
“A girl ever suck it?” one boy asked.
“Naw, but one of these days.” Bob knew when to quit lying. No one could ever believe a story about that, no matter how good he told it.
“C’mon, let’s watch a movie,” one of the acknowledged leaders said, and they all trooped to the theater, keeping their eyes peeled for some sexy looking chick.
Bob bought some popcorn and separated himself from the others. When he saw a cute girl, he followed her and sat down beside her.
It was dark enough to make him feel safe, and no one was sitting on the other side of him, so he slowly unzipped his pants and, using the big popcorn container to mask what he was doing, slowly pulled out his fat, half-hard cock.
His heart was racing, and his face felt hot, but he was horny as hell and willing to risk a scream. The girl was really nice-looking, and her this stuck out just enough to fill his hands. If he was lucky, maybe she’d play with him a bit, even though she didn’t look as slutty as most the girls in the neighborhood. But he could, if she did scream, zip up before the lights came on and run to somewhere else in the theater.
“Hi,” he said, turning to look at her.
The girl ignored him, except for leaning slightly away.
Bob blushed and he was glad it was too dark for anyone to see. He grabbed his cock and started pumping with his left hand. His right held the popcorn container on his upper thigh, keeping his fat cock hidden. Studying her budding tits, he worked the cum out of his balls. When he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer, he tilted the popcorn container and, at the same time, he forced the head of his cock down. His jism jumped into the box, coating the piled-up popcorn and trickling down through it to the bottom. He squirted five more times, moving the box a little each time to make sure his cum was all over the popcorn. Then he shoved his prick in his pants, zipped up one-handed; then stood up to leave.
“I’m sorry I bothered you,” he said. “Here, let me give you my popcorn to make it up to you.” And he set the container on his seat and walked away.
Bob looked back when he reached the end of the aisle, and bit his lip to keep from laughing when he saw the girl look at the popcorn, hesitate, and then reach for it. He knew she’d mistake his warm cum for melted butter – until she bit into it.
“Come on,” he whispered, “dig in.”
Now she had the container on her lap, and she was bringing a fistful of popcorn to her mouth. Bob watched gleefully as she stuffed her face, and then he laughed out loud as she choked and sprayed cum-coated popcorn all over the people in the seats in front of her.
Bob wasn’t dumb. He knew when it was time to leave. But before he was out of the theater, he heard the girl’s high-pitched shrieks. So – she’d finally realized what it was she’d stuck in her mouth. He grinned. Jeez, he couldn’t wait to tell the gang about this!
It wasn’t until suppertime that Bob returned to the apartment. Sitting at the dining room table, he tried to keep his eyes from wandering too often to Mrs. Blumfeldt’s heavy, round tits. Jeez, he was going crazy the way Mrs. Blumfeldt’s creamy tits swelled the top of her half unbuttoned blouse!
Every time she reached for something, those twin white tit-mounds shook like jello!
And his mother! She was dressed different than usual, in a scoop-necked knit top that looked like it was painted on, and a short, tight skirt. That’s when he got the idea. Maybe if he dropped something, like his spoon…
“Oops! Oh, darn!” he said, then bent down and crawled under the table. “It’s gotta be here somewhere,” he mumbled loudly while his eyes bored into the shadowy area under Mrs. Blumfeldt’s hiked-up skirt.
He moved as close as he dared, then stared at the fat crotch of her panties. There was a slight bulge, a long one, in the center of the thin material, and Bob just knew it was her pussylips!
Afraid to stay under too long, he was about to return to his chair when he saw his mother’s legs move apart. Almost shaking with nervousness and guilt, he scrambled so close that he had to hold his breath for fear she’d feel it against one knee. His mouth went dry as he saw the clumps of dark curls bursting from the elastic sides of his mother’s taut panty crotch. Jeez, she had a lot of hair! Her panties looked even bulgier than Mrs. Blumfeldt’s, but he couldn’t see anything through them that might be pussylips. Shit!
“Bob? Can’t you find it?”
When the boy heard his mother, he quickly got to his feet and sat back down. He knew he’d been out of sight much too long, but neither woman said anything. Both women were lost in their own thoughts.
Ann was still thinking about the size of her son’s cock, and the amount of thick, sticky cum his balls held. Martha was toying with the idea of having both mother and son in bed with her. It wasn’t a serious thought, just a pleasurable one. But she knew a boy Bob’s age could cum and get hard almost immediately, especially with some help. And she did miss having a big stiff prick, stretching her snapping cunt.
Bob chewed his food, but he wasn’t tasting it. He was staring at his plate, but all he could see before him was a pair of thin panties with lots of curly hair bristling around the edges. Jon, he just had to get a girlfriend soon! He just had to!
After washing and drying the dishes, the two women sat together on the couch and watched TV. Bob sat an the arm of the couch beside his landlady and, from time to time, he looked down at their exposed cleavages.
Once, Mrs. Blumfeldt looked up and caught his eyes, but he wasn’t sure if she realized what he’d been doing. After that, he was more careful. But the memory of their gigantic tits lingered a long time.
Unfortunately, his bedtime was earlier than his mother’s or Mrs. Blumfeldt’s, so he had no more chances to peck that night.
Bob felt a little guilty about peeking at his mother’s panty-covered cunt and, once he was in bed, he tried to steer his mind back to Mrs. Blumfeldt’s obvious charms. Of course, the more he tried not to think about his mother’s gigantic tits and hairy pussy, the more those delectable, forbidden delights, entered his dreams. He finally fell asleep amid visions of big, soft tits surrounding his face.
That night there were three horny people dreaming about having a bed partner as soon as possible.
The next day Ann left right after lunch to do the week’s grocery shopping. Martha added her shopping list to Ann’s, so Bob knew his mother wouldn’t be back right away. He watched ha shapely ass quiver as she left, then wondered what to do next. He felt too horny to hang out with the guys or sit through a movie.
Martha had hurried to her room after Ann left. She was horny too, and she planned to finger her clit in the bathroom while pretending to shower. She stripped, revealing her huge tits in a lacy black half-bra that left the upper circles of her areolas exposed. The cups were hardly able to contain her melon-shaped tits. Her tight bikini panties only partially covered the hairy V of her crotch and completely exposed the creamy roundness of her heavy ass.
“Ah,” she said, staring at herself in the mirror, “if that boy could see me now.”
A black garter belt at her hips held her sheer black stockings at the tops of her plump white thighs, and completed her outfit. She grabbed a flimsy nightie draped over a chair.
Thinking Bob was still in the living room, she opened the door. She’d planned to hurry into the bathroom, but her gasp of surprise mingled with the boy’s when he saw her.
“Oops!” he said as she took a step back and held the nightie in front of her. He can probably see right through it, she thought, but it’s better than nothing.
“Uh, I was going for a shower,” she explained as she finally got the nightie around her. She was holding it together at the waist, but it was open at the top, and Bob could see the deep cleavage of her quivery tits and what looked like a hint of goose-pimpled areola. He gulped.
“Did you want something?” she finally asked.
“Uh, Mom said one of your drawers was stuck,” he mumbled.
“Oh! Damn, I forgot,” Martha said. “It’s this one.”
Bob watched as she turned and bent to tug at the dresser drawer. Her big round ass was clearly naked under the gauze-like nightie as it pushed out the flimsy material. Pushed out everywhere, he noticed, except the deep crack of her ass, where it had been caught. He felt like rushing over and grabbing double handfuls of those big, soft asscheeks.
“I’ll get it.” Bob said. As she stepped aside, he grabbed the drawer and pulled it out easily.
“Oh, my!” Martha exclaimed. “You’re strong, aren’t you?”
“Aw, well…” Bob grinned, then blushed a deeper red as the older woman bent and rummaged through the drawer. Her creamy, shivering tits hung down and nearly fell out of her black bra, and the cleft between them looked deeper than ever.
“Oh, here’s what I’ve been looking for,” she said, pulling out one of her regular bras.
Bob’s eyes widened at the size of the bra cups. Jeez, her tits were as big as his head!
“Well, I guess I’ll get that shower, now,” Martha said.
Bob followed her out and watched the heavy cheeks of her ass wobble and roll sexily under the robe.
Martha’s face was also flushed, but Bob hadn’t noticed. She knew the boy had seen a lot more than he should have, and she was positive that he was studying the cheeks of her ass as she walked away. But there hadn’t been much she could do. Shit, having him look at her like that had made her hornier than ever!
Now that he had seen Mrs. Blumfeldt in those sexy panties and bra, Bob’s cock felt hotter and harder than ever. Knowing that she was going to be completely naked behind that door in a matter of seconds didn’t help. He hesitated when he saw her close the door. He wanted to sneak up and peek through the keyhole but, if she opened it again for some reason, he’d have no excuse for being there. He decided to wait until he was sure she was undressed.
Martha took off her nightie and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. When she saw how much of her tit-flesh was bulging above the half-bra, and how all of her asscheeks were visible, she delighted in her accidental exhibitionism.
She couldn’t resist touching the exposed edges of her areolas. Her cunt throbbed and her nipples tingled. To hell with a shower, she wasn’t going to get her hair wet. At least, not the hair on her head! She felt her clit stiffening as she sat on the toilet. She was facing the door as she spread her legs apart and tugged the crotch of her panties to one side. The hairy lips of her cunt and part of her asscrack came into view.
“Ohhh-h-h-h,” she sighed, gently fingering around the sensitive rim of her hot cunt. Then she rubbed her juicy cuntlips, stirring them around her protruding clit. Little whimpering sounds filled the bathroom.
Shit! She’d forgotten to turn on the water. Martha hated to interrupt her finger-fucking, but Bob might get suspicious if he didn’t hear water running. Besides, the noise would help muffle her moans and groans. With the water running in the tub, she sat back down and began where she’d left off-stroking and plucking her pink pussy folds and sighing with pleasure.
Bob was trembling with excitement as he crept toward the bathroom door. Now that the water was running, he felt safe. He knelt and peered through the keyhole, and nearly fell over backwards.
Mrs. Blumfeldt was playing with her pussy! He strained to see more, and his cock slid down his pantleg. Jeez, he was finally seeing it! A real cunt! A red, wet, thick-lipped pussy surrounded by thick, dark curls. He’d never seen anything so exciting.
As the horny older woman rubbed her cunt, her huge tits jumped and quivered in their brief cups. The vast amount of tit-flesh trembling above the black material of her bra fascinated the boy almost as much as her exposed cunt. But his eyes kept returning to her hairy cunt and the red pussylips that she was stirring so enthusiastically.
Until now, Bob hadn’t really believed that women played with themselves as vigorously and excitedly as boys did. Wow! He couldn’t help wondering if his mother rubbed her cunt like that, too. The thought made his cock lurch in his pants. He remembered how much hairier his mother’s cunt had looked when he’d pecked under the table, and he tried to imagine her like this, playing with her bare pussy while he watched.
“Oh, Jeez!” he muttered, watching wide eyed as Mrs. Blumfeldt shoved two fingers into her pussy. She threw her head back and groaned, and Bob saw the pudgy pink folds surrounding her knuckles turn a deeper shade of pink. Her ass was jogging up and down as her fingers worked like pistons.
In his excitement Bob pressed too close to the keyhole and the door swung open with a loud squeaking of old hinges. Horrified, the boy grabbed for the doorknob, but it was too late.
“Bob!” Martha screamed, jumping up and pulling her fingers out of her slippery cunt. They were gripping with shiny juice. Her panties snapped back into place and became even more transparent as they soaked up her pussyjuice.
“I-I…” Bob stammered, his face growing pale as the blood drained from it.
“So,” Martha cried angrily. “So! You like to peek into bathrooms, do you? Wait till your mother hears, about this!”
“Don’t tell her!” Bob pleaded. Tears formed in his eyes. “Please! She’ll kill me! Please, I won’t do it again!”
“Well – no! You’ve got to be punished! You’ve been a very bad boy!”
Martha broke off and a disbelieving expression replaced her anger. The boy’s prick was still at least half-hard despite his fear, and it was halfway down his thigh, down his tight pantleg! And it was so huge.
Martha’s lust, already near the boiling point when Bob had so suddenly interrupted her fantasy, came to life again.
“You’ve got to be punished, but… I suppose I don’t have to tell Ann this time. But you’ve got to be punished. How do you think I felt when you stumbled in like that? You embarrassed me terribly, Bob. Now, what kind of punishment do you think you deserve?”
“Uhhh, I-I don’t know,” the boy said weakly.
Terrified as he was he couldn’t help staring at Mrs. Blumfeldt’s body. Her creamy tits shook as she moved her arms for emphasis, plump, milky thighs, crossed by garter straps leading to her black stockings, framed her nearly transparent panty crotch. Bob knew what that tiny bit of black nylon was concealing so poorly, and he’d never forget, no matter how severe the punishment.
“Since you embarrassed me by watching something very personal, very private, it’s only fair for me to embarrass you in the same way,” Mrs. Blumfeldt said sternly. “I’m going to make you take down your pants and play with yourself in front of me, Bob. And I’m going to watch while you do it!”
Jerk off in front of her! Bob’s eyes grew big. He couldn’t do that! “But-but I…”
“It’s either that, or I tell your mother what a dirty little boy you are, and let her punish you!” Martha threatened. “Now, follow me. I want to have a comfortable seat while you put on your nasty little show.”
The older woman purposely left her robe off, knowing that as she walked down the hall she was giving him an exciting view of her full, fleshy asscheeks. The round, white cheeks of her ass rolled with her swinging hips. Her black bikini panties concealed nothing but her cunt, and now that they were soaked with juice, they hardly concealed them. But the black band of her bra across the naked, creamy skin of her back made a startling and exciting contrast to the boy.
But, although he stared at the luscious view, his fear and distress at being caught had combined with nervousness about his punishment. The effect was a limp cock. Not that he cared. He couldn’t imagine jerking off in front of someone!
Martha led the boy to her room and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Stand in front of me!” she ordered, parting her knees to give him room. “Now, drop your pants.”
She was dying to see his giant cock, but Bob just stood there, trembling. His eyes were wide and frightened.
“Do you want me to do it for you?” she asked, reaching for his belt buckle.
When he didn’t answer, Martha reached out with shaky fingers and unbuckled and unzipped his pants. She tugged on them until they fell around his ankles. By now, her pussy was so wet that her saturated panties couldn’t absorb any more of the scented fluid, and the sight of his shorts bulging with his flaccid cock and balls didn’t help. Her big tits heaved with excited anticipation, for she could see Bob’s dusky, wet-tipped cock-knob poking from the leg band of his shorts. The faint scent of his masculinity, the musky scent of his balls wafted to her dilating nostrils, and her mouth watered. She licked her full lips.
“Now,” she said, somewhat huskily, “I’m not going to take down your shorts for you, Bob. Exposing yourself is part of your punishment. I’m going to count to tint, and if you haven’t pushed your shorts down by the time I reach three, I’m going to tell Ann everything!”
The boy’s face was no longer white, but a deep pink, and his lips trembled as she began counting. “Two” reached his ears like the sound of doom, and “three” was a death knell muffled by the roar of his own blood in his ears.
“I-I’ll do it!” he said quickly, then slid his thumbs slowly into the waistband of his shorts.
He pushed them down slowly, but seemed to gain courage as he did so. As his thick cockroot and dark hair appeared, he suddenly yanked them down to his knees.
Martha sucked in air. Bob’s was the biggest cock, even half-hard, that she’d ever seen. His prick was long and thick, and curved limply over his big, round, nearly hairless balls. The widely flaring mushroom-like knob was a dark pink, and it was smeared with precum. A fresh drop appeared as she stared, sliding down, forming a long, silvery string before it bit his shorts. Martha looked up and saw a strained expression on his flushed face. He was still frightened, but she intended to turn that fear into uncontrollable lust.
“Now take it in your hand and show me how you play with it,” she said.
But Bob was too frightened and embarrassed to do more than stand there, staring down at the milky tops of her soft-looking tits. Martha sighed with feigned exasperation. Much as she enjoyed looking a this hefty cock, she wanted to see it stiff and hard.
“Here,” she said. “I’ll have to get you started, I suppose.”
And she took his hands in hers and placed them around his cock. She pressed against the backs of his hands, making him squeeze his cock between his sweaty palms.
“Now grab that cock and start jerking off!” she ordered loudly, startling him.
Bob’s fingers curled around his hanging prick and, frightened as he was, the heat of his cock against his palm and the eyes of the older woman on his naked prick made it start to tingle and swell. He dropped his left hand and let it hang as he increased the tempo of his strokes.
“Grab your balls, Bob,” Martha said as she saw his huge cock lengthen and thicken.
Some clear, sparkling pre-cum flew off his cockhead and splattered on the tops of her tits.
“Ohhhhhhh!” Martha moaned, looking down at her heaving tits.
“Ohhh, look what you’ve done!” she exclaimed, watching the boy’s pre-cum made slow trails across the surface of her tits.
Bob pumped his prick for at least five minutes while the older woman watched. Although his cock lengthened and thickened, it never did become as stiff and as hard as she wanted it. Martha was dying of frustration. She wanted to see that big cock standing out stiff and hard in front of Bob’s belly. She knew that it was his nervousness and embarrassment outweighing his horniness that kept him from getting a real hard-on.
“Listen, Bob,” she said, “I don’t have all day. Do you want me to help you get a hard-on? I guess since you’ve already seen me playing with myself, it won’t matter too much if I take out my tits, will it?”
Bob’s eyes bulged as his landlady tugged down her flimsy half-bra and popped out her enormous tits. They jiggled and flopped ponderously before him, finally settling down to slowly sway back and forth. Her big, hard nipples were fiercely extended, poking boldly out from her pale pink, goose-pimpled areolas.
“Oh, wow!” Bob breathed reverently. He’d never seen such gigantic tits, not even in dirty magazines.
“Will you promise to get hard if I let you touch them?” Martha asked, lifting one massive tit upward toward his face. Her fingers sank deep into the soft, white flesh.
Bob licked his lips, hardly daring to believe that this beautiful, big-tittied older woman was really offering to let him stay with see gorgeous tits. He reached out with both hands, eager to squeeze and knead Mrs. Blumfeldt’s big naked tits.
“Uh-uh,” she warned, leaning away from him. “Keep one hand on your cock, Bob. You’ve got to get hard and shoot before your mother comes back.”
Bob quickly resumed playing with his prick with his right hand while his left, hesitantly and slowly, touched the older woman’s heaving tits. He brushed his palm across both big tits, making them jiggle sexily, and then he grew bolder and grabbed the end of one. Her stiff, hot nipple scraped across the sensitive skin of his sweaty palm as his fingers dug into her spongy tit-flesh, and he heard her moan. The feel of her soft tit and the sound of her enjoyment stiffened his cock immediately.
“Oh, Bob!” she groaned, staring at the giant cock in the boy’s fist. His prick was beautiful, and she wanted to jerk it for him, to smother it with kisses and then suck it into her mouth and taste his cum.
Bob increased the speed of his pumping fist as he squeezed Mrs. Blumfeldt’s fat tit. The heat and softness, of her naked tit-flesh was driving him out of his mind, and he knew he’d be blasting his cum all over her tits in a matter of seconds.
When more clear pre-cum was knocked off his knob and splashed on her wobbling tits, she lifted the one he wasn’t feeling and stuck out her tongue. She licked up the little drop of cum as he stared in disbelief at the lewd sight. His hips began to hunch along with the pumping of his fist as he felt his balls begin to tighten.
“Are you cumming?” Mrs. Blumfeldt asked anxiously when she saw him tense.
“Y-yes!” Bob groaned loudly, squeezing his straining cock tight in his sliding fist. His cockhead was swollen, dark with trapped blood, and Martha licked her lips hungrily. The nipple of the tit he was squeezing felt like it was ready to burst it was so swollen and tight. She knew her tit was digging into his palm, and she realized with a pang how many years it had been since she’d been touched with such youthful eagerness.
“Agh! It’s squirting!” Bob cried, spewing out his hot, thick jism into Mrs. Blumfeldt’s face.
“Mmmph! Blub-b-b!” the woman choked as the enormous amount of sticky cum took her by surprise. But then she recovered and quickly swallowed the next torrent of creamy white cum. The freshness of that boyish jism thrilled her as she felt it slide down her throat.
“Ahhhh! Ahhh! Uhhh!” Bob grunted as his throbbing prick continued to pump the contents of his balls into her wide-open mouth.
He couldn’t believe it. He’d never expected Mrs. Blumfeldt to eat his cum. The sight was so dirty, so exciting, that he came as he never had before, and soon his hot cum was running from the corners of her overflowing mouth and running down her chin.
“Jeez,” he whispered at the sight of his cum hanging from the older woman’s chin and falling onto her massive, shaking tits. Thick strings rolled off her wobbling tits.
Martha shivered happily as the hot cum raised goose-pimples on her tits. The boy’s fat prick was still drooling thick globs of jism, and she leaned forward and hung her tongue out to catch them. In a matter of minutes Bob’s cock showed not a trace of cum.
“There,” she said, smiling. “That feels better, doesn’t it?” Bob nodded. “And you won’t peek at me any more, will you?”
“Uh, no,” he said, looking down at her soft tit still held by his left hand. “But, uh, do you mean…”
“Don’t be silly, Bob,” she said gently. She wrapped her arms around his lean ass and pulled him tightly against her. His hanging cock nestled in the warmth between her huge tits. “No woman who’s seen your cock and tasted your cum could stop after one look and one taste. We’re going to do this as often as possible, but don’t do anything to make Ann suspicious.”
That evening Ann was alert to Bob’s movements, and she was able to watch him jerking off again. He seemed to pump his cock with even more energy than usual, but the horny mother attributed it to teenage horniness. But Bob was reliving his exciting experience with Mrs. Blumfeldt. He could still feel the sponginess if her big tit in his left hand, and he could still see his jism landing on her pretty face. For the first time, he didn’t think of his mother while he jerked off.
Watching, Ann was reminded of how her younger brother, Bob, used to masturbate, and her clit itched and her nipples hardened. She felt guiltier than ever, but she knew she’d be at the bathroom or bedroom door every day from now on, watching Bob pump the cum from his plump balls. She was hooked, and she didn’t have the will to resist.
The next morning Bob went out to play with his friends. Martha was still in her room, and Ann sat in the living room watching television. An early morning talk show was on, and the guest was Dr. Damon Yung, founder of the Institute of Human Sexuality. Ann was fascinated. Everything he said sounded so reasonable! She hadn’t thought about her childish experiences with her brother for years, until Bob’s masturbation had reminded her, and now she was even more upset and confused. And then, the phone number of the show was flashed on the screen, and the host was inviting viewers to call in with their questions.
Before she lost her nerve, Ann dialed the number and, after being placed on hold for about five minutes, found herself speaking to the doctor. When she confessed that she’d been watching her son when he masturbated, the doctor asked if she had been considerin having sex with the boy, or merely indulging in a long-term voyeuristic tendency. Embarrassed and shocked, Ann hung up.
“I’m sorry that the caller had hung up,” Dr. Yung said. “My impression is that she is worried about incestuous thoughts that arise from seeing her son’s genitals. If you are still listening, please do not overly concern yourself. There are occasions in which incest can be beneficial I know this shocks many of, you, but research does not support the theory that incest is always harmful. Recent research being done shows that mother-son incest works out much better, is more beneficial, that father daughter incest. With mother-son incest, it is more of an educative process, and the mother is not limiting her son to her own sexual needs, but is teaching the son. When you follow up these cases, most of them report satisfaction with it, pleasure with it, and a positive factor in their lives.”
The talk-show host interrupted, acting shocked, but no more shocked than Ann. Her mind numb, she turned off the set. Her next move was to the liquor bottle. She had to soothe her nerves. God, how her cunt ached, how her clit burned and throbbed! And her big nipples were so sore and itchy!
And, as the doctor’s words echoed again and again through her mind, visions of Bob’s fat, cum-spewing cock tormented her.
How could she even think of such a thing? Even the work was ugly. Yet that doctor was an expert and he knew what was talking about! And he’d said that incest as often beneficial, especially between a mother and son! Bob certainly wasn’t a child, not with a cock the size of his!
Oh, God, if only she’d never seen him that first time! If only he hadn’t been playing with that huge cock, she wouldn’t be so horny now. She took another drink. Now, she nearly creamed her panties just from thinking about Bob’s hefty prick. Even her tits felt heavier and tighter-skinned than usual, and her nipples ached to be sucked.
“Oh, Bob,” she groaned. She wished she could see her son’s cock right now.
That was when Martha stepped into the room wearing nothing but a lacy white slip over her bra and panties.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked.
It was a warm day, but Ann hadn’t thought it was warm enough for just underthings and a slip. She couldn’t help noticing her friend’s tits. Although smaller than her own, they were still larger than average, and they jounced heavily in Martha’s flimsy bra.
“No… no,” Ann mumbled. “I’m glad for the company.” She lifted her glass. “I hate drinking alone.”
Both widows shared a new bottle and then, some time later, the older woman complimented Ann’s figure.
“What are your measurements?” Martha finally asked, staring at Ann’s enormous tits.
Ann was wearing a heavy bra and a dress, but when her landlady fixed her eyes on her big tits, she suddenly felt very naked and knew she was blushing.
She knew she should be used to flattery, but she was still embarrassed by her generous curves.
“Forty Double D,” she murmured, still blushing.
“I don’t believe it!” Martha exclaimed. “Your breasts are not that much larger than mine. What about your waist and hips?”
“Thirty and thirty-eight,” Ann said. “That seems right. But not the size of your breasts. You must be mistaken.”
The two women then had a friendly, slightly drunken and mildly humorous argument about the comparative sizes of their tits. After another drink Martha stood up and announced she was going for a tape measure.
“I’ll settle this once and for all!” she said.
Ann protested weakly, but the older woman’s forceful personality would brook no opposition.
“Come on,” Martha said, returning with the tape and peeling her slip over her head. “Get undressed.”
Ann looked at her friend’s half-naked body and knew she shouldn’t have allowed things to go this far. The horniness that had built in her from watching Bob’s huge cock spewing its hot, fresh cum all over his legs had never left. Now, he felt an unnatural fascination as Martha unhooked her bra. Why was he so eager to see another woman’s tits.
The older widow’s enormous tits plunged down as her bra was unfastened. The two melon-shaped tits swayed heavily, all pink and white, moving liquidly across Martha’s chest. Ann felt her cheeks burn as those big tits hung and swung when her friend bent to pick up the fallen bra.
Martha held out the tape. “Go ahead. Measure me.”
Ann looked at her landlady’s big white tits. She was surprised to see that Martha had such pale-pink, spreading areolas. Those areolas remained soft-looking and unwrinkled while their dark red nipples hardened and lengthened.
Ann smiled weakly, took the tape and measured Martha’s chest cage just below her tits, then checked the cup size of the bra.
“That’s right,” Ann said. “You’re a thirty-seven D-cup. I don’t know why you argued. It’s obvious just from looking that I’m larger than you.”
“I still have not measured you,” Martha said firmly, taking the tape from Ann.
Ann reluctantly and somewhat unsteadily removed her dress and stood nervously in a solid white bra that couldn’t quite contain her mammoth tits. Her pink panties swelled with the great mass of springy curls showing like a dark shadow through the thin material, and Martha’s eyes wandered from her friend’s extremely hairy cunt to the exposed, milky white swells of her untanned tits.
“Shall I get the hooks for you?” she asked, moving behind the young widow.
“Ooohhh!” Ann gasped as he felt Martha’s panty-clad pussy mound pressing into the softness of her plump asscheeks. She shivered nervously. “P-please don’t get so close,” she stammered as she felt fingers working on the fastenings of her bra.
Then the bra was undone, and Ann’s face turned a bright red as her enormous naked tits flopped from the cups, heavy and jutting and slightly pendulous. They wobbled, white and fat with swollen red nipples. She heard the woman behind her suck in her breath.
“My God,” Martha murmured.
Ann realized that Martha was peering excitedly over her shoulder at her mammoth tits as they swung and rolled with their newfound freedom.
“You’re really very lucky,” Martha said hoarsely. “To have remained so, so firm and uh, what is the word. Taut? Yes, taut. I’ve never seen breasts as nice as yours.”
Ann thanked her nervously, uncomfortably aware that Martha’s soft, warm tit-flesh was spread across her back, with the stiff nipples digging hotly into her skin. And then she found herself in the strange position of looking down at her enormous tits and seeing someone else’s hands near them. She could hardly believe it when those hands dropped the tape and cupped her sensitive tits. “Oh! Oh! My God!” Ann gasped, squirming.
But Martha had a good grip on Ann’s soft, warm tits, and she squeezed them gently.
Ann gasped again as she felt her landlady’s lips pressing warm, wet kisses on her neck and cheeks and ears, and then she realized that her nipples were stiff and itchy, straining hotly into Martha’s palms.
“How long has it been since someone touched these lovely tits?” Martha asked softly, shaking the massive tits held captive by her hands. The untanned flesh vibrated like white jello. “So soft, darling. See? See how my fingers sink into them?”
Ann might have struggled more if she hadn’t been so woozy, and if her body wasn’t so starved for love. She’d needed to masturbate ever since peeking at Bob, and she was so hot that Martha’s hands felt good on her tingling, tight-skinned tits. She hadn’t been fucked in more than three years, and since Frank’s death she had steered away from every opportunity to have an affair. She knew men were attracted to her because of the size of her tits, and because they were sure that widows were eager to hop into bed.
Ever since she’d first woke, she’d been hit by nothing but lust-inciting scenes. Bob’s unbelievably big cock squirting cum. Martha’s big, flopping tits. Not this. She was appalled by the perverted urges that set her cunt on fire. The liquor in her blood and the itching need of her cunt as Martha played with her heavy, hanging tits were getting to her. Her own body was betraying her!
“Uhhh, nuhhh,” the hot, helpless mother moaned as her hot-skinned tits were so tenderly fondled. She stood there, swaying slightly, leaning back against her friend’s fleshy belly and watching Martha’s hands working at her breasts. She was aroused inspite of her fear of discovery and the shame she felt.
Martha’s fingers were centered around Ann’s big nipples, now, pulling at them, stretching them, rolling them around and squeezing them. They had become huge from the teasing, huge and very dark, and Ann was breathing heavily and doing her best not to squeal with pleasure.
Then Ann realized that only one hand was on her huge tits, and that the other was gliding over the slight curve of her belly, heading for her panties! She sucked in her breath as Martha’s fingers tugged at their waistband, dragging them over her wide hips and ass until they hung from her full upper thighs. Martha was going through with it! She was reaching for her naked, hairy pussy!
Ann tried to move, but found that her body wouldn’t obey. It was as if she were paralyzed. All she could do was watch helplessly. She knew her cunt was already wet, and that made it worse. Oh, God, she was moving so slowly! If Martha was going to touch her, why didn’t she just do it instead of teasing her like this! And then, the paralysis was gone, and Ann found herself spreading her legs, offering her thickly-haired, large-lipped cunt to her friend’s slowly approaching fingers. Hurry! Hurry! the horny mother mentally urged, while at the same time dreading the reality of their touch.
“You want it, don’t you dear?” Martha smiled gently.
“Ohhhh, no-o-o-o-o!” Ann wailed as Martha’s fingers combed through the thick, moss-like growth of dark curls and settled on her plump, smooth pussylips. “No-o-o-o!”
But as her landlady’s fingers stroked inside her burning, soaking pussylips, she made no attempt to pull away. Instead, she moaned and her thighs parted just a bit, allowing the fingers a little more room. Oh, God, she mentally screamed, it feels so good! So good! I want her to touch me! And she felt her eyes fill with tears of mingled shame and pleasure as Martha’s fingers moved in her fiery cunt.
“Eeeeee!” Ann squealed and shook as Martha’s thumb and first finger took hold of her long clit. The older woman held the young widow’s hot, oily clit for a long moment, enjoying Ann’s sighs and moans of helpless joy. Then she grabbed both gigantic tits again, drawing Ann against her. She licked her ear.
“Let me love you Ann,” she whispered urgently. “I need you. It’s been so long, darling, so long!”
Ann was shaking from the passion running through her body. Her skin felt hot and itchy, especially her tits, and she closed her eyes and leaned even more against Martha’s soft tits. When her friend asked once more if she wanted her, Ann could only nod and whisper a weak, “Yes.”
“Ohhhh, thank God!” Martha whispered with relief. “You have no idea how scared I was, darling. I don’t know what I’d have done if you’d rejected me. I can’t even imagine living here without you and Bob!”
Ann shuddered with delight as Martha’s fingers rubbed up and down the hot, wet furrow of her throbbing cunt. She gasped and knew her face was a bright red as two fingers began worming their way into her slippery pussyhole.
“Ahhhh, yes-s-s-s-,” Ann groaned as she sagged limply against Martha’s fleshy body. Her ass squirmed against her friend’s pantyclad crotch as she hunched for more of Martha’s fingers.
Soon, a soft, rhythmic slurping and smacking reached their ears. Ann was creaming all over Martha’s stroking fingers, and her writ was expanding and contracting, about to explode with sheer ecstasy.
Martha rested her chin on Ann’s shoulder, watching the young widow’s creamy tits. She saw her wrist below a thick mass of dark curls, and he smiled happily.
“I’m going to make you cum, aren’t I?” Martha asked, working her fingers faster.
“Oh, yes, yes! Make me cum! Make me cum!” Ann whimpered, bending her knees to take Martha’s fingers deeper into her hot, dribbling cunthole. She could hardly believe that she was saying such things! She felt so hot, so lewd. But her cunt was demanding more and more. Her clit felt so swollen, and everytime it was nudged by Martha’s flexing wrist, she thought she’d die!
And then the fingers were gone! Ann’s eyes widened with horror. Martha couldn’t stop now! Not now! She had to cum, she just had to!
“Ahhh, no-o… what are you doing?” Ann gasped as the older woman stepped away.
“Nothing,” Martha said, taking her hand. “Sit down on the couch.”
Ann sat down, her big tits bouncing heavily, and watched as Martha skinned down, her panties.
Martha stood naked in front of the young widow for a moment, then knelt and began kissing her way down Ann’s trembling body. She began with Ann’s huge, slightly pendulous tits, sliding her hands under them and lifting them, sinking her fingers into their spongy softness.
“Ummmmmm,” Martha moaned, pressing her cheek against one giant tit. “You have beautiful tits. I just love them.” And she jiggled the two milky tits up and down, making Ann’s big nipples erect.
“Do me, do me,” Ann groaned, trying to grab Martha’s hand and return it to her a aching, throbbing pussy.
“Be patient,” Martha whispered into one trembling tit. “If you hold off it’ll be even better. For both of us. Trust me.”
Then Martha shoved her face between Ann’s tits, burrowing into the warmth and softness while her hands clutched the big round end of each tit. Ann’s hot, swollen nipples erected in the older woman’s palms.
“Ohhhhhh!” Ann’s hands were on the back of Martha’s head, clutching her tightly while she rolled her tits against Martha’s face. Her nipples slid back and forth across Martha’s lips until Ann, moaning with desire, steered one to the woman’s eager mouth. Martha sucked greedily on Ann’s hard nipple, and her nose and chin sank into the softness of the giant tit.
Ann’s hands slid from Martha’s head, stroking past her neck and back, then to her sides. Finally, they went under the kneeling woman’s arms and squeezed her heavy, hanging tits. Ann had never before considering touching another woman’s tits, but as she kneaded and tugged at Martha’s soft, dangling tits, all thoughts of right and wrong disappeared. Only pleasure was left. The hot moistness of Martha’s mouth around her swollen nipple sent chills down to her aching cunt; making her whimper continually.
Martha sensed the change in her friend, and she nursed strongly on Ann’s erect nipple. The tugging and tweaking of her own nipples by Ann’s fingers soon had her moaning and shaking as she sucked, causing her to speed up the activities.
Ann’s nipples felt cold after Martha’s mouth left them, but she soon forgot about the coldness when her friend’s lips kissed warmly past her quivering belly and began browsing at the thick, mossy cunt curls.
“Open your legs,” Martha said softly, and Ann immediately, eagerly, spread her thighs as wide as she could. She knew what was coming, and she lifted her ass off the cushion as Martha’s head descended.
“Oh, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Kiss my cunt! Lick it, make me cum-m-m-m-m-m! Please make me cum-m-m-m-m!”
Martha’s face was level with Ann’s wet, hairy offering. She looked at the pink gash in the center of all that dark hair. It was completely open, the large pussylips quivering, dripping with gleaming cuntjuice. Even Ann’s plump white inner thighs glistened with a fine sheen of slippery-sticky, scented pussyjuice.
“I’m going to make you cum better than you’ve ever cum before,” Martha whispered as she stared at the mouth-watering sight of the young mother’s splayed pussy.
“Ohhh-h-h-h, yes! Yes!” Ann gasped, squirming anxiously. “Don’t talk, do it! Do it!”
But Martha merely smiled and teasingly moved her lips closer until Ann could feel the hot air of the older woman’s breath against her gaping cunt.
“Oh, what a big, hot-looking clit you’ve got!” Martha whispered excitedly. “I just know you’re going to love my tongue on it. And my lips around it, sucking it. But first I’ll lick those nice thick cuntlips. Do you think I should nibble them a bit, too? I will, if you want me to.”
“Ohhh, please!” Ann moaned, her blood racing like liquid fire in her cunt and tits and nipples and clit.
Ann was reeling, her cunthole tingling and swelling as juice trickled from it. She was ready to grab her friend’s head and shove it up her cunt like a cock – she was so hot!
“Please,” she moaned again. “Don’t tease me, make me cum!”
Martha’s hands slid up Ann’s thighs, nearing the hot pussy.
“You’re so hairy,” Martha murmured, combing her fingers through the thick growth of curls. She rubbed her palm over the bulging mound above the pink slit. Her breathing grew heavy as she gently thrust a finger between the parted, swollen lips.
Ann looked down at the woman kneeling between her lets. Martha lifted her gaze upwards, staring into Ann’s eyes as the fingered her cunt. Ann whimpered and watched, her heart pounding as the finger was removed and Martha’s palms slid under the cheeks of her ass. She held her breath as Martha’s face lowered; then Ann sobbed with ecstasy as the older woman took one fat, heavy pussy lip in her mouth and tugged on it, biting gently.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!” Ann groaned, her mind swirling as her pulsing pussyhole tightened and rippled.
Martha lifted and pulled the other pussy lip away from the bright pink, drooling gash. Ann’s simmering cunt now pouted sexily. Her big, swollen clit quivered at the top of her creaming cunthole, looking to Martha’s excited mind like an erect, miniature cock.
“Shall I suck your clit, darling?” she whispered, her breath warming Ann’s clit and making it tense with anticipation. “Shall I suck it and tickle it with my tongue until you cum?”
Without waiting for a reply, she snaked her tongue out and swabbed the swollen clit.
“Ahhhhhh-h-h-h! Ahhh-h-h-h-h!” Ann cried. Then Martha’s tongue went down her slick gash and cased into her gushing pussyhole, tasting the tangy goodness of aroused cunt Martha loved the hot juice flowing over her tongue, and she wiggled it deeper.
Ann felt the strong thrust of her friend’s tongue in her pussy. She went wild, bouncing on the couch and making her heavy tits flop. Her cunt was pounding, working up and down in Martha’s mouth. Ann wailed and sobbed with pleasure.
Martha dug into Ann’s asscheeks, keeping a good grip as the young widow writhed with ecstasy. Her fingers went deep into Ann’s asscrack, and one touched the hot, moist pucker of her wrinkled asshole. The sensitive little ring felt soft to the touch, and Martha scratched at it gently, digging a fingertip inside to torment the nerve-rich lining.
Ann howled and bucked, rolling her head from side to side as her hips went wild trying to escape the insistent finger digging into her asshole. Martha slurped her tongue back up to Ann’s straining clit. She sucked it into her mouth and nibbled lightly at its root while her tongue licked up and down and around.
“Ohhhh, yes!” Ann cried. “Suck harder! Faster!”
Every nerve in Ann’s cunt was on fire, and even her asshole was throbbing and clenching as Martha’s mouth and tongue took control of her clit. She’d never felt anything so good before. No man could suck a clit as good as a woman!
“Awwww-w-w-w! Cumming-g-g-g!” Ann cried, hunching wildly as an orgasm erupted in her cunt? “Awww-w-w-w!”
The young widow’s climax was so intense that she couldn’t stand it! She sobbed her way through to the end, trembling violently, then slumped on the couch where Martha climbed up beside her.
“It was good, wasn’t it?” she said happily smothering Ann’s face with kisses while she played with the young widow’s soft, heavy tits.
Ann could hardly believe how good it had bee. She’d had her cunt licked before, of course, but never with so much knowledge and enthusiasm. She’d had a lesbian experience, and had found it was every bit as good as climaxing with a man! Her cunt still throbbed with the goodness of her cum.
Martha’s hips and thighs and big tits were touching Ann as she sat beside her.
“You did like it,” Martha stated, stroking Ann’s quivering tits. “It wasn’t just the liquor that made you love it. You need me, just as I need you. We don’t have anyone else, now and it doesn’t hurt anyone, does it? It’ll be our little secret. And I’ll never get you pregnant, either.”
Martha kept on like that, her voice soft but insistent, while Ann half-listened, her eyes returning again and again to the older woman’s hairy cunt. After a while, Ann responded to the stroking palms. She turned, allowing Martha to kiss her pouting lips. Ann tensed at the first electric contact, but Martha placed a hand behind her head, her moist lips closed on Ann’s, her tongue darting.
Ann moaned and surrendered, responding hotly, scalding her own slick tongue into Martha’s mouth. Ann trembled, moaned again, then threw her arms around the older woman, mashing their big tits together until a huge amount of tit-flesh bulged out between their bodies. Ann was reeling again with the fire building in her. She loved this woman!
“Ohhh, yes,” Martha sighed when they broke their deep kiss. “Now me, darling, please. I’m burning up. Do it to me! Make me cum!”
Ann awkwardly – but eagerly – began stroking and kissing Martha’s neck and tits. It didn’t take her long to become an expert. After all, she had only to do what she liked having done to her. She thrilled when Martha moaned and squirmed at having her big nipples sucked. Ann sucked them hard, reveling in the new experience, the new tastes and textures she felt on her lips and tongue. She switched juicily and noisily from tit to tit, massaging the older woman’s big, loose tits with obvious enthusiasm.
“Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!” Martha whimpered as Ann’s lips went from her nipples to the wide under slopes of her tits, and then down to her white, quivering belly. She opened her thighs wide, giving Ann a preview of her hot cunt.
Ann slid off the couch and went on her knees before her friend. She was shaking with excitement as she studied Martha’s wide lipped, deep cunt. Martha’s pussy was wet and red, covered with short, curly hairs that let the skin show through, and the soft, sleek-looking pink lips in the center of that hair were opening up.
“It-it’s beautiful!” Ann whispered huskily.
The steamy odor of Martha’s hot, sopping cunt filled Ann’s nostrils.
Hesitantly, Ann brought one hand to Martha’s offered cunt. She knew what her own felt like, of course, but this was another woman’s! Slowly, the opened her hand, her thumb on one side of Martha’s cunt, her fingers on the other. And, just as slowly, she closed the fingers and thumb on that soft, fuzzy warmth, squeezing the plump, juicy cuntlips together, mashing them, rolling them, and making Martha shudder and whimper and mewl with intense pleasure.
“Kiss it, kiss it,” Martha moaned, hunching her squeezed-together cunt at Ann’s flushed, bright-eyed face.
Ann felt daring and lewd, and with those emotions there was also a sense of power. She was making Martha shiver and whine and beg.
Taking her hand away, Ann inched her face nearer to the woman’s gaping cuntlips, feeling the intense heat radiating from the center of that pink pussyhole.
“I-I don’t really know how to do this,” Ann whispered, licking her lips. She lifted her eyes to Martha’s strained, anxious face. “But I’m going to try my best!”
Then Ann jammed her mouth against Martha’s cunt, hungrily but inexpertly rubbing her lips and extended tongue against her pulpy, wet pussy folds, sucking and licking enthusiastically.
“Ahhh! Ahhhh! You’ve got it!” Martha moaned, yowling and flopping on the couch. “Keep your tongue moving there! Ah! That’s it! Ahhhh! Quicker! Yes-s-s-s! Now harder! Harder!”
Ann’s hungry lips closed on Martha’s pussylips as she thrust her tongue into the center of all that tasty flesh. Her teeth ground gently together.
“Yahhh-h-h-h! Wah-h-h-h!” Martha howled, her big tits quivering while Ann munched her cunt.
Ann felt the woman’s hard clit under her tongue, and she lapped at its base again and again. Without realizing it, her hands had cupped Martha’s asscheeks, lifting her cunt higher as Martha draped her legs over Ann’s shoulders.
“Ann! Ann!” she cried as the young widow’s curling fingers squeezed the tender flesh of her asscheeks.
Then Martha gasped as Ann gave her wet cunt a long, slow, hard lick from her hot, drooling hole to her clit.
“Awwww-w-www, more! More!” Martha cried, overwhelmed by the maddening sensations.
Ann slithered her tongue through the older woman’s gushing cunt, wriggling it into every tasty, tangy crevice and scooping up enormous amounts of pussyjuice. From time to time her nose bumped Martha’s hard clit. Now Ann’s clit was fully aroused and straining outward from the top of her cunt.
“Aw-w-w-w, Gawd-d-d-d-d!” Martha bawled at the top of her lungs. “I’m cumming! Don’t stop, I’m cumming!”
Ann sucked in the entire mass of Martha’s plump pussylips and closed her mouth round the soft, hot flesh and quivering clit. She ran her tongue through the wet, silky heat of Martha’s creaming cunt, sucking and licking with great force. Martha howled, bucked, clamped her thighs tightly against Ann, and then she collapsed, sobbing loudly as her orgasm crested.
A few minutes later the older woman regained her senses, Ann was still on her knees, her cheek resting against the soft mound of wet cunthair. Martha smiled with contentment. She could hardly believe her luck at finding a woman to share her apartment, a woman who took to eating pussy like an old pro. She reached down and stroked Ann’s long hair and found some of it damp with pussyjuice.
“Come up here with me,” she said softly.
“I-I need more,” Ann said, half-ashamed to admit that she still wasn’t satisfied.
“Would you like to act the part of a man this time?” Martha asked. “Here, let me get on the floor, this carpet’s soft enough.” She opened her legs to let Ann sink between them. “Now, let’s rub pussies. It’ll be great if we can touch clits!”
Ann rested her elbows on either side of Martha’s arms. Her big, dangling tits half rested on the warm cushions of the older woman’s huge tits. She lowered her hips as Martha’s knees parted and raised. Ann felt the wet sleekness of her cunt press against another woman’s pussy for the first time. She squealed.
“It’s great, isn’t it?” Martha enthused. “Wait, I’ll reach down and hold my cuntlips apart with one hand. There, now rub against me – ahhhh-h-h-h!”
Both horny women groaned as their big, hot clits poked together and slipped wetly around. Martha wrapped her arms around Ann’s back and began wriggling her hips and hunching her ass as she panted and moaned. Ann shoved forward and retreated, moving much as her husband used to move, causing their clits to slither over one another.
Soon, both were panting and gasping and hunching as they came hard, grinding their wet, hairy cunts together fast enough for the friction to be almost painful.
Later they licked each other clean before dressing. Martha studied Ann’s every move, enjoying the way her friend’s ass shifted as she walked, enjoying the heavy bounce of her slightly pendulous tits in their bra cups, and enjoying the way Ann would looks her and smile.
“You’ve got dimples, dear,” she said softly Ann’s smite widened. “Here,” she asked, pointing to her face, “or here,” and she aimed a finger at her ass.
“You know what I meant. Oh, I wish we could have a bed all to ourselves tonight! It’s going to be awful sleeping in the same house and not sleeping together.”
“Well,” Ann said, trying to keep her smile, “we ought to be used to sleeping alone by now.”
Martha nodded. “And Bob would think it strange, to say the least, if we began sleeping together.”
Ann’s smile faded completely. “Oh, Jeez! Bob! Martha, do you know why I’ve been so horny lately? I’ve been watching Bob jerking off. I’ve been watching my own son! Then I started drinking again, to forget. Oh, Martha, when I saw his cock, how big it is I just froze. I-I haven’t even seen a cock in three years, and never one as big as his! F-for a while when I look, I forget he’s my son. All I can see is his big, hard cock!”
By this time Ann was sniffing and wiping tears from her eyes while Martha comforted her. But Martha’s mind was on Bob. She couldn’t blame Ann for getting hot from a sight like that. After all Bob had an unbelievably big cock. The older woman’s thoughts centered on how great it would be to have both Bob and Ann in bed with her at the same time. She had both of them willing to fuck and eat her separately; now all she had to do was figure out some way to overcome Ann’s inhibitions about her son.
Martha’s comforting led to a more general fondling of Ann’s body. Eventually, Martha slipped her fingers under the young widow’s panties and fingered her clit until she came. By that time Bob was on his way up the steps for lunch, and Ann quickly tried to compose herself. Martha grinned and stuck a wet finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
“Mmmm, very tasty,” she whispered. Ann’s face turned a bright pink.
At lunch that day, Bob tried the dropped spoon bit again. He worried a little that he might be pushing his luck, but since Ann was using his momentary disappearance to reach across and give Martha’s tit a loving squeeze, his fear was for nothing.
Martha sighed and spread her thighs, giving the boy a real treat, although not as great as the one she’d given him the day before. When Bob didn’t reappear immediately, Ann pushed her finger into the top of Martha’s blouse and under the bra until she caught a big nipple.
“Uhhh-h-h-h,” Martha gasped, trying to stifle the moan, then, she moved her hand to Ann’s tits.
Ann sighed. She might have wondered about the length of time it was liking her son to locate his spoon if she hadn’t been passing the time playing with Martha’s swollen nipple.
Under the table, Bob realized that he could do more than just look. Mrs. Blumfeldt had given him the go-ahead for lots more! He slowly slid his hand between her thighs, until his finger tips were lightly touching the damp heat of her stuffed panties. Martha jumped a bit at the electric contact of youthful fingers against her over stimulated clit. Ann attributed the move to her own fingers on the older woman’s sensitive nipple, and she quickly removed her hand. Bob, afraid that his mother might be getting suspicious, came out from under the table and resumed his lunch.
All three had flushed faces, but no one seemed to notice. All were busy at their plates.
Bob didn’t leave the apartment for the rest of the day. He was hoping to catch Mrs. Blumfeldt alone again, but when he did, his mother would suddenly appear. It was very frustrating to the young boy. He had to content himself with squeezing Mrs. Blumfeldt’s tit when his mother’s back was turned or stroking her fleshy asscheeks. The older woman spent a very nerve-wracking afternoon trying to keep Ann from seeing what was happening. Yet her body was burning with the need to feel Bob’s hefty cock spreading her cuntlips.
Once, when his mother was at the sink, Bob came up behind Mrs. Blumfeldt and slipped his hands under her dress and into her panties. He grabbed a good double-handful of warm asscheeks and dug his fingers briefly in before releasing her and stepping back. Martha’s eyes went big and wide and she looked at Ann.
When his mother didn’t turn around, Bob reached under her dress again and tugged her panties down to her upper thighs. Martha tried to do her best, without speaking, to discourage him, but a sex-starved teenager wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to cool off. Bob was too excited by the brief feel of her ass to wait until they were alone. Besides, fooling around right under his mother’s nose was a real turn-on.
Slowly, he knelt and, shoving his head under Mrs. Blumfeldt’s dress, he kissed her warm cheeks. He ran his tongue across her ass, wishing he could see more, and then he quickly stood up. Since his mother’s attention was still occupied by the dishes, he lifted the older woman’s dress in the back and slipped his hand around her hip until his fingers were sinking into damp cunt curls. Martha squirmed free just as Ann turned.
It went that way all day. When Bob wasn’t pawing her, Ann copped a sneaky feel of Martha. By the time supper was over and an uncomfortable three hours were spent talking and watching TV, Martha was a quivering mass of wet-pantied horniness. She was more than happy when Bob’s bedtime arrived, but she did manage to whisper to him that she would visit him later that night, after his mother was asleep.
She looked at Ann. The sexy young widow had hardly waited for her son to leave before sliding her ass closer to Martha’s on the couch.
“Are you as horny as I am?” Ann asked, cupping one of Martha’s heavy tits.
“Aren’t you worried that Bob might get up?”
“Not him,” Ann said. “God, my cunt’s on fire!”
“Listen, why don’t we finger-fuck each other without getting undressed? Just sit here, looking innocent, with our hands under our skirts?”
“Lift up,” Ann said, kneeling in front of the older woman. “Let me pull your panties down.”
Martha lifted her ass, and Ann grabbed the panties and drew them from her friend’s shapely legs. Martha parted her thighs.
“I guess just one little, quick kiss won’t hurt,” Martha murmured, and placed her hands on the back of Ann’s head.
“Mmmmmm,” Ann sighed, pressing her lips and nose into the scented heat of Martha’s cunt.
“Ahhhh-h-h-h-h!” Martha groaned, lilting up and grinding her soaked cunt into Ann’s face.
Ann lapped a little, then forced herself to stop. “I-I think this is going to be too noisy,” she said, pulling her panties down and sitting next to her friend. “I love eating your delicious pussy, dear, but I forgot how much you love it. It’s hard to keep quiet, isn’t it?”
“Ohh, Ann! My cunt’s really aching now. You shouldn’t have started something you can’t finish.”
“Oh, we’ll finish!” Ann said eagerly. “Just like you said, we’ll finger-fuck each other.”
“But what about our moans? I try, but I just can’t keep quiet when I cum.”
“We’ll kiss, dear, that’s all. We’ll kiss while we’re cumming and moan into each other’s mouths. Or would you prefer muffling your moans with my big tits?”
Ten minutes later, when both women were on the verge of cumming, they glued their open, panting mouths together and heaved and hunched and wriggled their asses is almost complete silence. It was so good that they began again in a few minutes, this time exposing their big white tits as they grew confident that Bob wouldn’t surprise them.
Martha latched onto one of Ann’s thrusting tits, loving the warmth and softness. She squeezed the spongy tit and steered a big nipple into her hot mouth. Ann moaned and reached for Martha’s heavy tits. She stared hungrily at the woman’s exposed cunt. It was beautiful. A beautiful, glowing pink, sparkling with pussyjuice. She trailed her fingers over the cuntlips, and Martha groaned and hunched. Her clit was a dark pink and big, but she couldn’t begin to compete with Ann’s oversized clit.
“Oooooh, it’s so beautiful!” Ann sighed, circling the straining clit.
“Umm! Umm!” Martha grunted. “Touch it, rub it, dear. If I can’t feel your tongue, at least play with it!”
Martha’s melon-shaped tits wobbled as Ann’s free hand moved from one tit to the other. Her full, pursed lips sucked one fat nipple until it almost hurt, and then she switched to the other. And the fingers of her other hand were in the pouting, drooling mouth of her friend’s hot cunt, stirring the plump pussylips and petting Martha’s bulging clit.
She caught the clit and pulled gently. Martha gasped and flopped frantically. Ann’s huge white tits slapped together, making the young mother hotter than ever. Half-insane with lust, she grabbed the soft, fleshy cheeks of Martha’s creamy ass and dragged them apart, then bent to examine what she had exposed.
“Ohhh, it’s beautiful,” Ann breathed in a low voice as her eyes focused on the older woman’s puckered, rose colored asshole. The tiny asshole was coated with jism.
Ann loved the way her friend was responding to her stabbing tongue. She released one asscheek in order to reach up and take hold of her clit. Martha bucked and clenched her teeth to keep back the loud groan she could feel building up. Grabbing her own big tit, she shoved it up to her face and stuffed the swollen nipple and as much of the spreading areola as she could into her mouth, muffling her joy with her tit.
Ann knew exactly when Martha’s orgasm struck. The woman let out a long, muffled moan and her asshole clenched around her invading tongue. Ann pulled her tongue free and licked her asscrack furiously while her fingers tugged on Martha’s clit.
Martha’s spasming cunt opened and closed rhythmically, drooling hot juice down her asscrack which was licked up by Ann’s hungry tongue. She came over and over, her ecstasy muffled by her huge tit.
Ann heard the liquid lapping and smacking of her tongue in her friend’s asscrack, and as she swallowed, it drove her crazy.
“Ummmm,” Ann sighed, resting her face on Martha’s up-turned ass. She let her fingers fall away from the older woman’s tormented clit.
Martha shuddered a few more times, then sagged limply and let her big tits fall from her lips. Her pale pink areola was surrounded by teeth marks, and was even more crinkled than before.
“Ahhh!” Ann grunted against her tit as Martha’s tongue-tip pierced the center of her shitter. She shuddered and mewled as the older woman’s tongue stabbed deeply, again and again, delving deep into her asshole.
Martha’s tongue slipped inside, laying the silken, sensitive inner membranes. In a matter of seconds Ann was cuming, grunting and moaning into her own tit. Again and again she climaxed as Martha drilled her stiffened tongue into the hot center of her ass. The blazing inferno of her cunt mingled with the fiery frictioning of her shitter until she was writhing and clawing the couch.
Later, her sweaty body was cuddled by the older woman. Ann still trembled. She kissed Martha lovingly, swirling her tongue in her friend’s hot mouth while rubbing their tits together.
“Listen,” Martha said, gently pulling away, but continuing to stroke Ann’s enormous tits. “We’d better get to bed. It’s late, and I can’t take much more of this.”
“I’ll be dreaming about you tonight.” Ann said as she ran her tongue around one of Martha’s tits. “I can hardly wait for tomorrow to come.”
In his bed, Bob waited and waited for Mrs. Blumfeldt to arrive. He grew more and more impatient, stroking his cock from time to time. He wasn’t going to jerk off, but he wanted to have a hard-on when she came in. Despite the fact that the older woman was expected momentarily, his mind kept wandering back to his mother’s huge tits and hairy cunt. He was half-asleep, dreaming of her big, swinging tits and plump ass when Mrs. Blumfeldt opened his door and tip-toed in.
He was wide awake almost instantly, sitting up in bed and feasting his eyes on her loosely swaying tits beneath the thin material of her nightie. Putting a finger to her lips, she closed the door and pushed a throw rug against the crack before switching on his light.
Her still-juicy cunt itched and throbbed when she saw the tall tent that his hard-on made under the covers. She could feel her cunt lips bloat and peel apart, and she knew that the heady smell of her aroused cunt would soon reach his nostrils.
“Would you like me to get in with you?” she whispered, bending over him.
Her enormous tits flowed over the low cut top of the nightie, and Bob saw those pendulous tits slap together and then wobble. He stretched out his arms and grabbed her big, spongy asscheeks, pulling her closer until her swinging tits were right in front of his face.
“Ahhh,” Martha groaned as he covered one fat nippled with his mouth.
She felt her face heat up as the boy’s tongue flogged her stiff nipple and his fingers dug into her deep asscrack.
“Oh, easy,” she breathed when he bit down a bit too hard. “Go slow, let me get this nightie off!”
Reluctantly, Bob released her.
“Aw, Jeez,” he gasped when she pulled the nightie off and stood before him naked. Her enormous tits wobbled sexily, their dark tips stiffly extended. And, from the dark, wet curls between her plump thighs poked the bright pink center of her cunt. Her fat pussylips were pouting, and he licked his lips and thought about kissing them.
Then Mrs. Blumfeldt turned slowly and presented him with the gorgeous sight of her wide, plump-cheeked ass.
“Take a good look,” Martha whispered hoarsely, feeling her clit poke out itchily as she exposed both her lower holes to the big-cocked kid.
Bob almost choked at the sight of Mrs. Blumfeldt’s puckered asshole and red, gaping cunt. Her pussylips hung out below her ass, heavy and wet, and between her parted thighs, he could see her pendulous tits swaying.
“Don’t move! Don’t move!” he begged, throwing off the covers and jumping from the bed.
Martha knew what the boy wanted and felt a thrill course through her. This was going to be a hard, fast, eager fuck, she knew, the kind only a frenzied teenager could give. She rested her palms on her knees and jutted her ass out a bit more.
Bob’s legs were trembling as he quickly stood behind the bent-over woman. Even his fingers shook as he ran them through her wet curls and felt up her cunt. Her pussy was even hotter and wetter than it looked, and he couldn’t wait any longer. Groaning, he steered his long, fat, bulbous-headed prick into the gaping red cunthole under Mrs. Blumfeldt’s quivering ass.
“Ahhhhh, yes-s-s-s!” she hissed. “Shove it in! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Bob was so anxious to finally shove his cock into a pussy and start fucking that he never even thought about taking it easy. He pushed his fat cock into her cunthole with a fierce lunge.
“Aghh!” Martha gasped as she felt the narrow passage of her cunt being forced open.
The mouth of her cunt resisted him momentarily, then gave way and he sank into her all the way. The hot length of hard cockflesh digging into her belly made her shiver with lust. Her cunt grasped the boy’s prick and began sucking on it as he pumped in and out. She could feel the lips of her hungry cunt rolling in and out with his every thrust.
“Ah Jeez,” he groaned, loaning over her back as his hips pumped furiously.
His balls ached, they were so full. He’d never felt anything like the fantastic heat of her rippling, sucking cunt. The warmth and wetness of her rhythmic clutching was getting to him, as were the say sounds of his belly smacking the wide chicks of her fleshy ass.
Mrs. Blumfeldt’s beautifully heavy tits were pendulously swinging but occasionally slapping together noisily. Her nipples stuck out, tingling, but she couldn’t take her hands from her knees or she’d fall over.
“My tits!” she cried in a loud whisper. “Rub my tits, Bob!”
She knew her gasps of pleasure were dangerously loud. But she was too caught up in Bob’s wonderful fucking to care. Her fleshy tits slapped up almost into her face as the horny kid slammed into her juicy cunt with noisy smacks. Occasionally she heard her sloppy cunt gurgle.
Bob felt Mrs. Blumfeldt’s ass lift up to meet his hammering thrusts and he fucked faster and faster. He bounced his belly on the sweaty moons of her upturned ass with adolescent glee while his hands clutched at her tits.
“Do you like fucking dog-style, Bob?”
“Is that what you call this?” he panted.
“That’s right, just like a dog, from behind. I’m going to show you lots of different positions! You’ll be fucking every way but hanging from the ceiling by the time we’re through!”
Bob’s plunging prick was making her cunt hole run with juice, and most of it was sliding down her inner thighs. Martha felt her cunt tunnel tightening, her clit swelling. Her nipples were blazing lumps of tormented flesh. Even her belly was fluttering. This was one of the best fucks she’d ever had.
“I’m going to cum soon!” she gasped. “Grab my clit! Rub it!”
Bob felt the ache in his nuts building. His swollen cock-knob burned, and he knew he was about to shoot.
“Me too!” he cried forgetting to whisper. He reached down until he found the hot, oily spike of her clit.
“Ohh!” Martha choked as he pinched her clit. Bob pinched harder and bounced his belly faster, and slit felt his cockshaft swelling.
“Here it comes!” Bob cried, jabbing his prick faster in her clutching, juicing pussy.
Martha groaned as the boy’s cock shot off in her cunt. His fingers continued to pinch her straining clit, and as she felt the hot, heavy wads of cum splattering in her rippling pussy, her cunt flashed off. She bucked and hunched her quivering ass at his erupting cock as a series of mind-blowing spasms roared through her crotch.
“Aghhhh, Jeez!” Bob groaned as his jerking, spewing cock was milked by her orgasming cunt. He could feel the heat of their mingled juices surrounding his prick. It slid down her thighs in a never-ending stream until Martha mooned and rubbed her hand up and down, catching it.
“God!” she groaned, collapsing on the bed. Her cum-streaked asscheeks quivered sexily. Bob’s cock hung above them, wet and limp. A small drop of cum drooled front his knob and hung in the air, stretching don, thinner and thinner, until it landed in her asscrack.
Martha felt Bob place his palms on the plump cheeks of her ass. He ran them up and down, using his own cum to oil her twat flesh. His fingers combed through her wet cunt hair, probed her cunt, and then plucked at her tingling pussylips.
“Ohhhh, God, Bob,” she sighed, squirming. “Haven’t you had enough for a while?”
“I’ll never get enough of this!” Bob whispered, watching her asscheeks tremble as he fingered her hot, dripping cunt. He located the soft, limp bud of her clit and rolled it around in her juices, and Martha buried her face in a pillow and wailed.
Her muffled cry was music to Bob’s ears. As he fingered her clit, she wriggled her hips and her ass shook wildly. Those round, heavy mounds were like a magnet to the boy, and he kneaded and squeezed them, then drew they away from each other and bent his head.
“Awww-w-w-w-w!” Martha sobbed as she felt the boy’s hot, wet tongue slide through her asscrack and lave her hot, tingling asshole. Her slitter puckered. She gasped. “Tonguefuck me, stick it all the way in!”
Bob pressed his face into Mrs. Blumfeldt’s ass and wriggled his tongue in the soft, wet pucker of her wrinkled shit lips. She went crazy, moaning as the boy’s breath gusted in her asscrack and his tonguetip slid into her trembling asshole. She lifted her ass higher, begging for more of his ass-fucking tongue.
“Mmmmmmmm!” he moaned. Her tight, pink asshole was a real turn-on! And her shitter was growing more and more slippery as he dug in.
Martha was in heaven. She felt her asshole grip his tongue as he moved it back and forth, and then she came hard, muffling her ecstasy with the pillow. He brought her off three more times, twice with his cock, and again with his tongue.
The next morning Bob’s cock grew hard at the breakfast table as he watched his mother’s big, fleshy asscheeks quiver and shake as she busied herself at the sink. She was wearing slacks, but they were thin and tight enough for her asscrack to be clearly visible. When she turned around, the plump mound of her pussy stared him in the face, and the slacks were even indented where her cunt slit was! He felt his face burn.
Ann didn’t notice her son’s face grow pink. She was too busy trying to sneak peeks into the partially open fly of his pajama bottoms. She stood behind him, then looked over his shoulder into his lap, hoping to catch a glimpse of his thick shaft. She saw some hair, and what might have been cockflesh.
Ever since listening to Dr. Yung, she’d been more worried and even fearful. What she was thinking about Bob frightened her. Oh, why couldn’t she be satisfied with Martha’s expert licking and sucking? Did she really miss a cock that much? The answer, unfortunately, was yes. She was honest enough to admit it to herself. But why did it have to be her son’s cock that was so available to her? And why did it have to be such a gorgeous cock?
She was desperately horny for her boy’s big prick, but she was ashamed of that lewd desire. It seemed the only solution was to spend more time with Martha. Maybe she could wear out the itch in her cunt with her friend’s helpful tongue and fingers.
For the next few days Bob continued to suck and fuck Martha, never suspecting that the wetness on her cunt was partially due to his mother’s tonguing. But he still tried to peek at his mother as much as possible.
He knew enough now to realize most of what they were describing was right out of their imaginations. He’d touched, tasted and fucked the real thing, and now he had a hard time keeping quiet when one of the older boys was bragging.
When he walked in one afternoon, he saw his mother and Mrs. Blumfeldt sitting across from each other at the table. And Mrs. Blumfeldt didn’t look happy.
“What’s up?” he said, looking at his mother.
“I’ve just heard from Bob,” she said. “Mary left him, ran off with her fitness instructor. He’s really hit hard. You know, they were married for fifteen years!”
“Gee, that’s too bad.”
“He sold his home, and bought a place in the country about eighty miles from here, near Maxfield,” Ann said. “And he wants us to come and stay with him for a while.”
Bob’s stomach went cold. Leave here? Leave Mrs. Blumfeldt!
“Ah, Jeez,” he said, “do we have to? I’d rather stay here. All my friends are here.”
“Bob, he’s my brother, and he needs me. I’m not happy about leaving here, either, but it’ll only be for a little while. Martha isn’t going to rent our rooms to anyone else.”
“Of course not,” Martha said. “Not only that, Bob, but when your mother talked to your uncle, she asked him to invite me, too!”
“Ohmigod!” Ann gasped when she saw the older woman pull out a thick, curved banana at least nine or ten inches long.
“I don’t have a dildo,” Martha said, “but I think this’ll do the trick. Don’t worry, I cut off the hard end, it won’t hurt.”
Ann’s eyes were wide as she watched the banana approach her wide-spread cunt. Martha smeared it with cunt juice first, then fingered open Ann’s cunthole and inserted the tapered end of the yellow fruit.
“Huhhh, huhhh-h-h-h,” Ann panted as the thickness of the banana spread her cunt.
Martha had a good view of her friend’s hairy, big-lipped cunt slowly swallowing the banana. Before the banana was halfway in, Ann began to squirm. Her clit was standing at attention, dark and throbbing. Her eyes were squeezed tight and her fingers were clawing the cushions.
“Feels like a big cock, doesn’t it?” Martha grinned, easing the rest of the banana inside. She twisted it slightly then jiggled it up and down. “I’m going to start fucking you now. Hunch at it, fuck back, just imagine it’s some big guy on top of you.”
Ann, to her shame, was already imagining that. Before the banana had penetrated her cunt more than three inches, the face she saw behind her tightly closed eyes was her son’s. She couldn’t help it. Bob’s cock was so big, just like the banana, and now that Martha was moving the big fruit out, then shoving it in; the sensation of being fucked was even more realistic!
Martha fucked the banana hard and fast as Ann’s ass lifted and fell. Soon, Ann was squirming and hunching and throwing herself against the banana as if it were a cock.
“Oh, give it to me!” she groaned. “Fuck it, fuck it hard!”
“You like my cock?” Martha asked in a husky voice, twisting the banana from side to side as she pumped.
“I love it? Fuck me, make me cum!”
Ann’s fleshy ass shook as she humped the banana, and her tits slapped together and jiggled wildly. The juice-smeared flesh of her plump upper thighs quivered sexily as they strained to spread even wider apart.
Finally, Martha couldn’t take the sexy sight any longer. She lowered her head and gobbled in Ann’s fat clit. Ann started to howl, then shoved her own tit into her mouth to stifle her joy. The sweet torment of Martha’s nibbling lips and lashing tongue against her stiff clit mingled with the pounding that her cunt was taking from the huge banana.
“Ohhhh, ummmmmm,” Martha groaned around Ann’s clit. Her free hand slid under Ann’s shaking ass and squeezed one soft, warm cheek.
She felt Martha’s tongue slide lower, moving against the wiggly lips surrounding her banana-stuffed hole, and she grunted again.
Martha was enjoying her fucking and tonguing of the younger woman. She knew Ann would cum, soon, and she fingered Ann’s asscrack until she located the winking ring of her asshole. It was wet and pouting, and she stroked it a bit.
Ann whimpered, working her cunt on the length of the fat banana, sliding up and down on it as it fucked her. She liked the feel of Martha’s fingertip against her asshole. Her asshole was nice and wet, and the finger slid around easily. Then she bit down on her nipple as Martha’s finger pushed through the tight ring with one shove.
“Umphh!” she gasped as her asshole clamped down on Martha’s finger. She felt Martha twist and turn the finger in her hot, clinging asshole. Soon, the pink ring was fucking in and rolling out soft and easy. Her breath quickened and her cunt grabbed at the banana.
“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” Martha sighed, munching harder on Ann’s clit. She felt the drag of cunt muscles on the banana on the outstroke, and her finger felt the pulsing of Ann’s asshole.
Faster and faster Martha fucked Ann with the banana. Faster and faster she pumped her long finger into her friend’s hot, gripping asshole. She sucked harder on Ann’s clit, drawing in her cheeks as she bobbed her head, while Ann grunted and squealed into her tit.
“Ahhh! Ohhhh! Yes-s-s!” Ann gasped as her tit flopped from her mouth. She was cumming! She shuddered with joy as her stuffed cunt spasmed again and again, milking the banana. Her asshole bit down on Martha’s deeply imbedded finger, trying to suck it deeper. She gave one last cry and slumped limply on the couch.
Martha slowly withdrew bath her finger and the banana. She licked her lips as she saw Ann’s gaping cunthole. The cuntlips were dripping with juice. It looked deep, and she peered into the sparkling cunthole. The hair around it was matted with juice, the insides of Ann’s plump thighs were coated with it. Even the cheeks of her ass were wet. She looked beautiful.
Martha swiftly discarded her dress, then practically tore off her sopping panties and too-tight bra. Her big tits flopped out heavily, her nipples dark and spiked. Lovingly, she helped Ann to her feet until they stood facing each other. Then they embraced, mashing their tits together, their hot tongues searing into each other’s mouth. Martha’s fingers gently clawed Ann’s back.
The two women swayed, kissing, grinding their dripping cunts together as they stood.
“Aww-w-w-w,” Martha sighed when she felt cool air hit the exposed ring of her asshole.
Ann pushed a finger into the asscrack to find the tiny pucker, then she gently wiggled a finger inside as Martha writhed and whimpered. Their cunts ground harder together.
“Let’s eat each other,” Martha panted. “I want to feel your mouth on me!”
Slowly, still twirling tongues and fondling each other, the two hot-assed women sank to the floor. In a matter of minutes they were end to end in a sixty nine position.
The taste of Martha’s cunt drove Ann wild, and she thrust every inch of her tongue into the hole. Withdrawing it, she tasted her friend’s hot juices, savoring them. Then she licked down to Martha’s tight asshole.
“Ummmm, ummmmm, ummmm,” Martha moaned into Ann’s cunt, wriggling her ass.
Ann’s tongue, working around Martha’s ass, was shooting waves of intense pleasure right to her clit.
Ann desperately tried to keep the thought of Bob’s cock from intruding on her sex-fest with Martha, but the harder she tried, the more miserably she failed. It wasn’t Martha’s tongue she felt in her ass and cunt – it was her son’s! She groaned and threw herself into even more feverish lesbian activity, hoping to lose herself by drowning in orgasms.
Martha had never felt happier. The way Ann was going at her, she thought, would make the young mother’s jaws ache. But she appreciated the wonderful scrubbing of Ann’s tongue against her hot, throbbing clit and pulsing asshole. She lapped Ann faster, greedily sucking up her tasty juices, digging and rooting for more, and in a few seconds both women were grunting into each other’s cunt as they gasped and groaned through a series of strong orgasms.
Martha felt almost dead as she rolled away from Ann. She saw her friend sprawl limply on the floor, legs apart, arms widespread. Her huge tits sagged to the side, her big nipples soft and goose-pimply. What great tits! she thought, really tremendous! Jeez, if Bob ever got a peek at them.
Just then, Ann opened her eyes. “What were you thinking?”
“I was admiring your tits, dear, and thinking what Bob’s face would look like if he ever saw them.”
“Ohhh, Martha,” Ann wailed. “Don’t say things like that! You know I’ve been trying to get my mind off him. God, even when we were eating each other, I imagined it was his tongue in my cunt. Why, I even thought the banana was his cock!”
“Well,” Martha smiled wryly “that doesn’t flatter me too much, does it? I thought I was the reason you were cumming like a firecracker!”
“Oh, you were! You were! It’s just that Bob’s an obsession with me. I keep seeing that big cock of his everywhere I go. You know how I’ve been watching him jerk off almost every day. God, you have no idea what a cock he’s got.”
“Uh, would you mind if I did?” Martha asked.
Ann looked at her strangely.
“I mean, would you mind if I watched him jerk off, too?”
Ann hesitated. “I don’t know. It’s bad enough that I’m spying on him but to bring an audience along… it just doesn’t seem right. I know, that’s a foolish statement considering my own actions. Maybe it’s not logical, but it’s the way I feel.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Martha said. “I promise not to spy on Bob. Besides, it’s more fun to be in the game than to be a spectator.”
The two women kissed each other good night and went to their rooms.
Martha wiped her pussy, asscrack and thighs, then slipped down the hall to Bob’s room. The boy was silting on the edge of the bed waiting for her. She pulled open her robe and stood before him naked, smiling as his thick prick rose in anticipation.
Taking his cock in her hand, Martha helped him to stand, then wrapped her arms around him and held him tight as they kissed. His cock was trapped in the warmth of her plump thighs, just below her cunt. His hands were spread on the spongy clink of her us massaging them briskly.
“Let’s do something different,” she suggested, blowing into his ear.
“You get on your back and let me sit on you. You know, I’ll ride your cock.”
“Oh, yeah!” Bob grinned, stretching out on the bed. “Hop on!”
Martha eyed the young boy’s towering cock. The bulbous cock-knob was swollen and dark and already dripping pre-cum. It really looked delicious, and she couldn’t resist sucking it a bit before she climbed on.
Bob groaned as her full lips slid down the girth of his pulsing prick. She rubbed his balls as she sucked, and the taste of his cock thrilled her.
“B-be careful,” he warned. “I might shoot off before you can sit on it.”
“I wouldn’t mind, knowing how fast you can got it up again,” Martha said, “but right now I feel like having some hot cum pumped in my cunt, not my mouth.”
She went down on his cock again, drooling hot saliva over it, then she ran a finger into the crack of his ass.
Bob jumped when she scratched at his asshole.
The hot cock-knob brushed her pouting pussylips as she squirmed until it was centered, then she dropped her ass.
“Ahhhhh-h-h-h-h!” she groaned, impaling herself on his cock until his balls were squashed by her ass.
“Ahhhhh!” Bob gasped.
“Let me do all the work,” she panted, lifting up slowly.
As she rode his cock, lifting and dropping, Bob reached up and grabbed her huge, swinging tits. He played with them, rolling them against each other and pinching her nipples while her fuck pace increased. Soon, she was fucking him furiously, her tits flapping noisily against her chest until he grabbed them again to keep the noise down.
“Uhhh, gonna cum soon!” he grunted.
“Me, too,” Martha groaned.
The sweaty slapping sounds of warm flesh meeting warm flesh increased their passion. Martha’s asscheeks were shaking and quivering like firm jello, and just when she felt his big cock start to jerk, she dropped down and held her ass still. Then she reached back, under him, and quickly shoved a finger up his asshole.
“Gahhh-h-h-h-h!” Bob groaned, pouring a torrent of hot cum into her milking cunt. His sphincter clamped on her digging finger as he came, increasing his pleasure.
“Oh, yes!” Martha groaned, shoving her cunt down on his spurting cock.
She could feel every surge of his fat prick throbbed in her tightening pussy, and she loved it. After letting his now-limp cock soak in the beat of their mingled juices she slowly worked herself off him.
“Ohhh, shit,” she muttered as his cum drooled from her gaping cunt. Most of it landed on Bob’s belly. He looked up at her.
“Lunch time,” he said. “Come and get it.” Martha smiled, went to her knees and bent over him. He smiled as she lapped furiously at the warm jism dotting his stomach.