Today's middle-class Americans maintain a stable outlook which often masks the turmoil existing behind drawn blinds.
There is alcoholism, promiscuous sex for the adult and pre-teenager alike, and, for some, the breakup of marital relationships as a result of wife-swapping. The children observe their parents' so-called "mature" lifestyles. The mark is made, the effects lasts a lifetime.
This is the story of two families and -an episode of debauchery where personal relationships mean nothing and the satisfaction of the senses means everything. What happens to these characters is a startling revelation of how events can alter personalities, how fate plays with all.
Business as usual is the daily norm, but is it? Not for these people-outwardly, yes, in reality, no.
TWO NAUGHTY FAMILIES-a novel with a lesson for those unaware of what is really happening behind, many of America's closed doors.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
All the boys in the neighborhood knew Cindy, Lars' next door neighbor. Although she was still a teenager she had nice little tits and a plump ass. Her cute face had just the right amount of innocence in it-until she stared at the lump twitching in the crotch of Lars' pants.
Cindy wouldn't let any boy fuck her, but she loved sucking and being sucked, so she was never at a loss for a friend. After all the attention she'd received in the last two years, it was not surprising that she was wise for her age. The older girls fucked, took chances at VD and pregnancy, and wouldn't have their cherry when the right guy showed up. Not Cindy.
She wasn't stupid. She was horny but smart.
She snuggled up to Lars as they lay on his bed. His old lady was out shopping, so she'd felt safe in visiting. Lars was a young boy, very muscular and handsome, and she'd had her eye on him for a long time.
"I thought maybe you didn't like me," she pouted, resting a small hand on his cock. It burned her even through the material of his jeans.
Lars groaned and tightened his arms around her. His hard cock jerked and he felt his nuts being squeezed by his drawn-up sac. Jeez, he couldn't cream yet. He just couldn't!
"I like you a lot, Cindy," he said, running his hand up under her skirt. He tensed. "You're not wearing panties!" he exclaimed.
Cindy giggled and parted her legs. "Well, it was just too hot for 'em," she said.
"The weather or your pussy?" he grinned, feeling a little more secure now that she hadn't rebuffed his advances.
"Can't you guess?" she asked, leaning over his lap and unsnapping the top of his jeans. Then she pulled his zipper down. His hard-on lifted his shorts lewdly. They were damp around the bulge of his prick-tip.
"Ohhh, looks like you're getting dirty thoughts," the little girl squealed, giving his cotton-covered knob a squeeze.
Lars closed his eyes and felt around her nearly hairless cunt. Her tangy, female heat rose into his nostrils as he dipped a finger between her fuzzy cunt-lips. Cindy panted and held on to his cock as if it were a lifeline.
Oh, God! She was so hot. Her tight little slit was so gooey and slick, and it was getting wetter under his touch. He had to see it.
He got on his knees between her slender legs and lifted her skirt. Her heat and odor hit him like a slap in the face as she raised her knees toward her chest and parted them wide.
"You can't put it in, Lars," she warned. "Not your cock. But I'll suck you off real good, OK?"
Lars watched her thighs parting even wider, and his eyes burned a path into her pink, glistening pussy. Its little wrinkled folds peeped out from a small puff of curly, dark hair. Her inner thighs were milky white and felt incredibly soft as he ran his hands up them and parted her pussy-lips.
"Oooooh," Cindy cried, heaving and shaking. "My clit! Touch my clit!"
The girl's clit was dark red and extended, poking boldly from the top of her slit. He ran the wet ball of his first finger over it and felt it throb wildly. Cindy groaned and squirmed, and Lars licked his lips. He'd never eaten a girl's cunt, but Cindy's wantonness was so exciting that her pussy really looked appetizing.
"Oh, Lars," she groaned. "Do it! Eat me!"
The teenager's mouth opened. He picked up her legs and pushed them even higher, over her shoulders. Then he slowly buried his face in her hot, smooth cunt. Her hairs tickled his nose as he tasted her juices, but he didn't care. He ran his tongue into her hot pussy, sinking it into her steamy cunt-hole. When he pulled it out, it was dripping with sweet cunt-cream.
Cindy was going insane with pleasure as the older boy's hot tongue reamed her virginal cunt. Her breath was coming in short, hard gasps as he wantonly licked her plump, pink cunt-folds. And then he hit her clit.
Cindy rubbed her steamy pussy against his lips and teeth. Her cunt was pulsating. She was on the verge of coming and she tried to hold back. Her whole body felt feverish as his tongue-tip spun around her swollen clit.
As the little girl's body bounced under his nodding head, Lars felt his tongue slip past her hole and between her plump asscheeks. It touched her hot asshole. More excited than he had ever been in his life, he stabbed at her wrinkled shitter.
When the little girl felt Lars' tongue prodding her itchy asshole, she nearly fainted. She'd never imagined that such sensations existed, or that anyone would want to do such a thing to her. She gasped as she felt his soft yet strong tongue worming into the ring of her asshole.
"Ohhh . . . oh, Jeez . . . Lars!" she screamed, her voice breaking as she started to climax.
It was at that moment that Lars heard the front door open, and he knew that his mother had returned. He felt a moment of panic, than felt a thrill of depraved calculation. Let her hear Cindy scream out her ecstasy, he thought. Maybe it would help her realize what a man her son was, and . . . what she was missing!
Lars had, for years, harbored incestuous desires for his pretty mother's gorgeous body. Olga was a tall, slim blonde with large, melon-shaped tits. Although she was nearly thirty-eight years old, her tits were still firm and upstanding.
As the boy continued to torment the throbbing ring of Cindy's tasty asshole, his mind was on his mother's sensuous face. Olga had the strong, feminine features of the north country where she'd been born. High forehead, wide cheekbones, a fine, straight nose and full, red lips. Her eyes were an intense blue under pale, arched brows.
Cindy went out of her mind. Lars' wild tonguing was making her come again, a big bang right after the first. She screamed and yelled, humping her ass up at his face and kicking her slim legs.
Lars grinned into her ass, imagining the expression on his mother's face as she heard her son making a girl go crazy from coming. He wondered if Cindy's cries would excite her, make her horny ... He knew she hadn't had any sex for at least seven years . . .
Finally, Cindy pushed him away. She couldn't take any more. She stared at the ceiling as she tried to catch her breath. Lars pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang up and wavered in the air, slinging drops of pre-cum over his belly and Cindy's arm. The girl stared at his exposed, jutting prick. It was much longer and meatier than any she'd yet seen, and she'd seen a lot. She supposed it was his Scandinavian heritage.
Lars loved the way Cindy's eyes grew big at the sight of his cock. He knew he was big because he'd compared himself with his friends in the locker room at school. He felt his blood rushing through it, making his dick stretch and bloat until it was even more rigid, throbbing wildly.
Cindy looked at his balls. They were swollen and full, covered with fine blond hairs. Her mouth watered for the tasty jism in his nuts.
"I'm gonna suck your cock, you know," she said, smiling. "I'm gonna make you shoot your stuff in my mouth, and then I'm gonna swallow it."
Cindy had learned long ago that talking dirty, describing what she was going to do, would make the most nervous, inexperienced boy horny as hell. Many a cock that had gone limp from a case of nerves had risen to its full glory without her laying a finger or a tongue on it.
"Jeez, it's so big!" She'd also said this many times, but today she meant it. "Mmm-mmm," she moaned, kissing the leaking head of his cock. It was dark with trapped blood, and was about as big as a doorknob. It was just about as shiny, too.
Lars reeled with the thrill of finally having his cock kissed. None of the girls he'd dated would do more than give him a hand-job. He u cupped her head with his hands, gently holding her in place as she ran her soft, warm tongue around and over the fat head of his cock. She lapped up his juice as it bubbled from his piss-slit and closed her eyes with pleasure.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed. "It tastes so good!" She gripped his fat stalk near its base with her small hand, holding him steady as she nestled his knob between her puffy, pursed lips.
Lars body went rigid as the teenage girl opened her hot, wet mouth and slowly sucked him inside. He saw two-thirds of his fat dick sticking out of her face, and then she went down. She choked when he was halfway in, and Lars felt her warm breath hit his groin and balls. Her lips were stretched wide around the paleness of his cock-meat, and he knew his knob was somewhere in her throat.
Cindy loved sucking cock almost as much as she loved being eaten, and Lars' mammoth prick tasted as good as it looked. Now that she had it in her throat, she wasn't about to give up. She had to take it all the way, just like the woman in that old porno movie she'd heard about-Deep Throat.
Lars groaned as she sucked hungrily on his prick, then gasped with shock as she gulped him in all the way and her nose disappeared in his kinky hair. Then she began swallowing.
"Ah! Ahhh!" he groaned. His cock had never felt anything like the muscular contractions of her throat as its warm moistness rippled back and forth over his prick-shaft.
Then Cindy began bobbing as she swallowed, moving her head slowly. As she felt him tremble and hunch up to meet her, she increased her mouth-fucking. He was going to come soon, she knew.
She groaned and gripped his balls with one hand. She felt his nuts tighten. She lifted her head until she had just the fat knob in her mouth. Her lips tightened just beneath the flared crown.
Lars hunched, trying to drive his cock back into the wonderful heat of her throat, but her grip on his balls prevented that. Then she grabbed the base of his cock and began jerking him off while sucking on his knob.
He stiffened and his balls exploded, sending a massive load of thick white cream splashing against the back of her throat. Cindy groaned and sucked harder, determined not to lose a drop of his tasty jizz. She greedily nursed on the end of the older boy's cock, gulping down his hot, musty cum while her fingers rolled his plump balls, driving out the last, white spurts of hot jism.
Lars groaned and sighed, tossing his head back and forth on the pillow as the little girl's hotly flushed face devoured his pulsating cock. He felt her tongue lashing over the still-spurting tip of his prick, swirling the sticky cock-juice around in her mouth before swallowing it.
Cindy swallowed so hard Lars could hear the gulps as his gooey load drained into her stomach. It felt so good, he wanted it to last forever. But he felt his cock softening. Cindy, too, wanted him to continue coming, he could tell, but his balls were already aching from dumping what he was sure was a double load. He'd never shot so much jism in his life, not playing with himself, and certainly not from a date's unenthusiastic hand-job!
Lars watched as Cindy let his hefty, limp cock slip from her lips. She looked up at him and opened her mouth to stick out her tongue, showing him the creamy streaks of jism smearing it and the insides of her cheeks.
"Mmmmmm, I don't think I'll want supper, now," she sighed, licking her lips. Then she lowered her head and cleaned his cock as it lolled limply on his belly. It moved loosely with every swipe of her pink tongue, and Lars relaxed and closed his eyes.
His thoughts returned to his mother. Things were quiet in the house, and he wondered if she were standing still, straining to hear the sounds of sex. Jeez, if only it were her tongue washing his cock, now. When was she going to look at him as more than a son? He felt slightly guilty about his incestuous thoughts, but she was so goddamn sexy! He'd never seen any woman, not even in porno mags or films, with a set of knockers that could rival hers. Her ass was so round and firm, so solid, too.
Damn! He knew incest was a lot more common than most people realized, but how could he get her in bed with him? He couldn't just walk up and ask if she'd like to fuck with him. He grinned with sudden inspiration.
His mother had a cunt just like every other woman, and it had to get itchy at times. He'd contrive to make those times more frequent. She cleaned most mornings, so tomorrow he'd leave some real raunchy porno mags where she'd see them. And now that the weather was warmer, he could get away with wearing his shorts in the house . . . His face grew hot as he thought about letting his mother catch him jerking off-but it'd be a great way to let her see how much cock her cunt was missing!
"C'mon," he said, shaking Cindy's shoulder. "I think I heard my Mom. You'd better go."
Reluctantly, the girl gave his prick a last lick, then sat up and wiped her cunt with some tissues. Then she stood and smoothed her skirt down. "Ya know," she said, watching as he tucked in his cock and zipped up his pants. "I wouldn't mind giving up Jack and Tom and the others if we could do this all the time ..."
"You mean, go steady?" Lars asked, staring at the slender, blossoming teenager girl. She didn't look so experienced and tough as she looked up at him expectantly. In fact, she looked very young and vulnerable.
"Yeah," she said softly. "If-if things work out, you could even fuck me ... "
Lars knew what she meant by "things." If he said he loved her and was thinking of marriage when she was older, she'd give him her cherry. Suddenly, he was indecisive. It'd be easy to lie, and get what she had to offer, but she was so trusting, so defenseless . . . And Lars had never taken pleasure in hurting people.
"You're so young," he said.
"But old enough when you wanted your cock sucked!" she cried.
"No, what I meant was people-our parents especially-wouldn't like it."
"You mean we're going steady!" Her eyes brightened and her face glowed, and Lars felt something. He wasn't sure what it was. It was much too soon to think of love. But he held out his arms to her and she ran into them and hugged him. He buried his face in her hair and caressed her back down to her soft ass. Maybe things'd work out . . .
"Lars," she said, pulling back a bit and looking up at him.
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever fucked a girl?"
"No," he said, surprising himself with his frankness. "But you wouldn't embarrass your new boyfriend by telling anybody, would you?"
She gave him a long, sweet kiss. "You know I wouldn't."
CHAPTER TWO
Olga tried to remain calm and keep an expressionless face as her only son and their neighbors' little girl walked downstairs. When she'd heard the cries, she'd been a bit upset, but had assumed Lars was with a girl his own age. But Cindy was so young!
"Hi, Mrs. Johansen," Cindy said brightly. She was holding Lars' hand and he didn't seem to mind.
"Hello, Cindy."
"Hi, Mom," Lars said. "All finished shopping?"
She nodded. "Yes. With prices so high, it doesn't take long to spend all you take. I can imagine how tough newly married couples must have it, now."
Cindy excused herself and said goodbye. Lars walked her to the door and kissed her. Olga regretted her transparent remark immediately. It wasn't like her to say such things, and she wondered if she were just jealous of her son's affections. Many mothers were, she knew, and it was easy for a widow to become too dependent on her children.
Later, at supper, Lars had to remind himself not to stare so obviously at his mother's huge tits. Still, the tautness of her blouse over her giant tits was enough to make a saint's mouth water.
When Lars thought she wasn't looking, he studied her fat tits, switching from one heavy, thrusting jug to the other. He dreamed of fondling and kissing them. Cindy's apple-sized tits were nice, but his mother's mammoth tits were great!
Olga felt her face slowly heat up as she left the table and served desert. She pretended to be concerned only with what she was doing, but she'd seen Lars staring at her big tits. As she sat the slice of pie in front of him, she saw there was a lump in the front of his pants. She was shocked that her own son had become excited by her body, and she wished that she hadn't unbuttoned the front of her blouse to offset the kitchen's heat.
Olga knew she was overly developed, at least compared to the fashion models in popular magazines, but Svend, her late husband, had always said that he liked something to "hold on to" when he was "riding" her. Oh, God! It had been so long since she'd been fucked.
She knew without looking that the fleshy upper curves of her large, creamy tits were showing. She blamed herself for raising Lars in America. In the old country, he'd have been fucking at an early age, and wouldn't have had time to give his mother a second glance. Still, Olga was proud that she had such a handsome, intelligent son. And, she rationalized, his looking at her tits didn't hurt anyone. In fact, it was nice to know that she was still capable of attracting a young man's eye. But if she let on she knew he was looking, he would be terribly embarrassed, and things would never be the same between them again.
When it was nearly bedtime, Lars prepared their usual cup of a new, minty coffee. Then he went to his bedroom and took off his clothes. Tomorrow she'd find the porno mags, but tonight he'd gathered up enough courage to jerk off where she'd be sure to see him.
He left his door slightly open and stretched on on his bed. His feet faced the door. When he heard his mother's footsteps, Lars fisted his already stiff prick and began pumping it.
"Ahh, uhhh . . . " he groaned.
Olga was in the darkened hall when she heard her son moan. She saw the strip of light from his partially open door. When she heard him sigh again, she realized there was something odd in the sound. For some reason, instead of knocking and asking if he was all right, she quietly walked up and peered through the crack.
She suppressed a gasp. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, and didn't know what she should do. Leaving never occurred to her. Why should Lars have to masturbate? she wondered. Had she been wrong about what he and Cindy had been doing?
Olga couldn't help thinking about Svend's prick as she stared at her son's huge cock. It was so big, he probably couldn't get it into Cindy, she thought, thinking she had found the reason for his need to play with his prick.
His nuts bounced under his pumping fist, young and swollen, looking like two golden-fuzzed golf balls. Her eyes crept up his long shaft to his bloated cock-head. It was dark and fat and shiny, and long strings of pre-cum ran from the wide-open slit at his broad tip.
The more Olga watched, the more excited she became. She'd been without a man so long, she'd almost forgotten what a hard prick sliding into her cunt felt like. Before she could stop herself, she imagined what a struggle there'd be trying to cram that massive prick into her long-unused cunt. Shocked by her own needs, Olga parted her legs and squeezed her cunt through her dress.
"Oooh," she gasped, feeling her hot twat-juice ooze through the thin material. She was leaking already, something that hadn't happened in ages. Usually, she had to finger herself a bit to get excited.
As she watched her teenage son's hand sliding up and down over his throbbing cock, she bunched her dress up about her waist and pulled her panties down to her knees. Squatting slightly, she reached for her cunt. Great waves of pleasure surged through her as she stirred her fat, sticky cunt-folds and disturbed her buried clit. With trembling fingers, she undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse and ran her other hand over the upper curves of her tits as they rose above the top of her bra.
Warning herself against making any noise that would alert Lars to her presence, she unhooked her bra and leaned forward a bit. It came loose and her heavy tits jumped forward, their large, dark nipples already hard and wrinkled, pointing boldly forward.
While staring at her son's huge cock, she cupped one creamy tit and shoved it up to her face. Her lips searched for the nipple and found it. She loved the feeling of her hard, rubbery nipple in her mouth, and her nipple loved it, too. She ran her tongue over the goose-pimpled aureole as she finger-fucked herself and watched her son beating his meat with a vengeance.
"Oh, Lars," she mumbled into her fat tit as she heard him grunt and saw his jism flying a good two feet into the air. The white bullets landed on his belly and chest, gathering into pearly puddles. She licked her dry lips as she remembered the taste of Svend's cum.
Suddenly frightened by her excitement and depravity, she pulled her fingers from her cunt before she could come. Her tit-tip slipped from her slack lips, and her tit bounced heavily on her chest. "Oh, Lars, Lars," she groaned. Her knees were weak and she felt like crawling to her son, hugging him lovingly as a mother.
But her unsatisfied cunt needed a lover.
Choking back a sob, she pulled up her panties and practically ran into her room. She was sure she would spend a sleepless night alone in her big bed.
In his room, Lars shook off the last few drops of cum from his prick. It had been more exciting than he'd realized, jacking off while his mother watched him. He felt confident that, if nothing else, he'd succeeded in making her stop thinking of him as a little boy. He looked at his cum covered chest and belly. Jeez, he must've dumped a pint of the stuff! His balls were sore, too. But he still felt horny. He knew if his mother called to him, he'd be hard for her as fast as if he hadn't come twice already!
He rested a while, then got up and wiped himself off. He was just about to put on his pajamas when he heard a funny noise from his mother's room. He slipped quietly into the hall and listened. Yes, a fast-paced, rhythmic sound, like Cindy had made humping his mattress. His mother was jerking off!
Quickly, he went to her door and peered through the keyhole. After all, he thought, fair's fair. But her room was so dark, all he could see was the vague outline of her raised knees and some movement at the top of her thighs. He realized this was the pumping of her fingers.
Watching him had really turned her on, he thought. But how could he redirect the focus of her lust from self-abuse to fucking with him? He grinned suddenly and backed a few steps away from her door.
"Mom? Mom!" he called.
There was silence for a few moments, then "Yes?" from behind her door.
"Did you hear any funny noises just a minute ago?" he asked.
"No," Olga answered, feeling her face burning with embarrassment. "Maybe... maybe it was the wind."
Lars said goodnight and walked to his room. That ought to finish her for the night, he thought. She'd be afraid to jerk off now, worried that he might hear her. And that would mean she would be even hornier tomorrow morning when she found his porno mags.
And Lars intended to select those magazines very carefully.
The next day, Lars was up and out of the house early, and Olga heaved a sigh of relief. She could hardly look at him in the face after , last night. Imagine! Peeping at her own son! She had to put a tighter rein on her lust, that was for sure.
Unsuspectingly, she strolled into Lars' room and began making the bed. Something rustled under the mattress when she pulled on the sheets, and she slipped a hand under it to find out what it was. She pulled out a handful of thin magazines.
It took her a second to realize what it was she was holding. The magazines dropped on the bed as she gasped. She turned her head and looked guiltily at the door. Then she remembered that Lars had gone out. She looked at the magazines again.
Somehow, it had never occurred to her that Lars would have a cache of erotic material, but now that she had found it, she realized that it was normal for a boy his age. The cover of the first magazine caught her eye. It was titled "Pussy Lickers," and a full-color cover left nothing to the imagination. She turned the page and saw fat, hairy cunts speared by long, pink tongues. She kept turning the pages. Shaven cunts, thin cunts, fat cunts, young cunts swam before her, all juicy with saliva from slick tongues. She felt her own cunt getting wet.
The next magazine was worse. It was titled simply "Incest" and featured young boys with older women. Olga's heart raced as she saw some pencil notations around the margins of certain photos.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, and sat heavily on the bed.
She couldn't believe what she was reading! Lars, her own son, a ... a sex maniac? She continued to read, and her lips unconsciously formed the words she was reading. Soon, she was reading aloud: "Mom's pussy probably looks like this one. Bet it's a lot prettier! Her hair's more blonde. I'll bet she has a fatter cunt. Wonder what it tastes like?
"These tits are almost as big as Mom's, but hers are a lot rounder. Wish a guy could keep sucking his mother's tits when he isn't a baby!
"This is the prettiest asshole in the book, but Mom's got to have a nicer one! Blonde's don't usually have much hair, so maybe Mom's is really hairless! Wonder what it'd be like kissing her bung? I know she's real clean. If she'd let me do it, I know she'd like it."
Olga stopped reading and closed her mouth. Then she closed her eyes. She just couldn't stand to read any more. Her own son, sitting across the table from her every day, talking with her about school, or movies, and all the time thinking to himself such thoughts! Even wondering about kissing her asshole. Even Svend had never done that.
Not wanting to, but unable to help herself, Olga looked at the covers of the other magazines. She had to know if Lars' perversions ended with incest, or if there was something worse.
"Butt Fuckers," she read aloud, then "Cock-Sucking Mamas." She shuddered, and looked at the last magazine. "Oh, God!" she cried, and dropped it. It was titled "Mother Fuckers." The magazine fell open to a well-worn page. It showed a somewhat opulent, older woman on her knees while a young boy knelt behind her. She was holding her ass apart, exposing the brown wrinkle of her asshole. The boy's slender, white cock was probing the center of that forbidden ring. Above their heads, someone had printed "Mom" and "Lars." The woman's hair and snatch had been filled in with a yellow marking pen.
Lars' face swam before Olga's watering eyes. She shivered and pressed the mound of her cunt with the ball of one fist. Her other hand clutched the end of one fat tit. To think that he was obsessed with shoving that mammoth cock in every available hole she possessed!
Hurriedly, she stripped off her skirt and blouse and unfastened her bra. Her tits tumbled out and wobbled heavily on her chest. She saw herself in the mirror over the dresser and tried to imagine that she was Lars looking at her naked body. She studied her large tits, noting their heavy thrust. Her large nipples pointed up and slightly to one side, and her soft belly was firm and sexily curved. There still wasn't an ounce of fat around her hips, she thought, and dropped her eyes to her golden cunt.
Rolling her hips forward to accent the thrust of her pussy-mound, she saw that the curls at the bottom were damp and shiny. She was dripping again! Slowly, she turned, studying her slender body from every angle. Her ass was generous, but not too large for the rest of her. And, in profile, her gigantic tits were as firm and upstanding as any tits that size could be.
She was beginning to understand her son's unnatural interest in her body. She massaged both her tits in front of the mirror, then licked them in turn and sucked their fat tips into her mouth. Her blonde cunt was really dripping now, and she soon turned her attention to it.
"Uhhhh," she groaned as the figure in the mirror obscenely parted the fat, pink lips between her legs and strummed her clit gently.
When the sensations became too strong, she slipped her fingers down to her gushing hole. Her gaze fell upon the magazines on the bed reflected in the mirror. She turned her head and squat-waddled over to them, never missing a stroke of her juicy cunt-hole. Slowly, she leafed through them until she found the one describing her asshole. She looked at it, and the longer she looked, the more attractive that asshole seemed.
Suddenly, she had to know if hers really was prettier, as Lars had assured himself it was. Shifting her ass toward the mirror, she used both hands to spread her full, white cheeks as she leaned forward. Her asshole appeared, glistening under its coating of cunt-juice, and throbbed obscenely as she looked in the mirror over her shoulder.
Slowly, she allowed a finger to stretch toward it. She shuddered as its tip touched the tight, sensitive ring of her asshole, and little tremors crossed her fleshy cheeks. She sent the fingers of her other hand back to her cunt.
Soon, she felt the start of a tremendous orgasm building in her cunt. Her finger had slipped just a fraction of an inch inside her smooth ass. Her other hand was diddling her stiff clit. She opened her mouth and started panting like a bitch in heat.
Her tits were heaving heavily on her chest and her nipples burned and itched for another pair of hands or a mouth to pay attention to them. Olga was perspiring now, and she groaned as the slippery finger working at her ass slipped in to the first knuckle.
"Uhh!" She'd never felt so stretched back there, although she knew her finger wasn't really that big. And surely larger things had passed out from her asshole.
She fell back on the bed alongside the porno mags and stared at the picture of the boy about to bugger the woman labeled "Mom" by her son. She spread her legs widely, arched her back so her asscheeks trembled inches off the bed, and thrust two fingers high into her creaming hole.
"Lars?" a familiar voice called. The name registered somewhere in the back of Olga's mind, but she was in a dream world from which it was difficult to emerge.
"Lars?" The voice was louder, and suddenly she heard a startled "Ohh!"
Olga opened her eyes and gasped. She pulled her hands from her cunt and ass and tried to hide her wobbling tits and wet cunt.
Cindy was standing open-mouthed in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. She started to back away.
"Wait!" Olga cried. "Cindy, wait! Please!"
She couldn't let the girl go without being sure she'd keep quiet about what she'd seen. The mother remembered her son's magazines. She couldn't let anyone see what Lars had written in them. Ignoring her nakedness, she gathered up the porno mags and shoved them back under the mattress. Then she faced the girl.
"I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Johansen," Cindy stammered, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I-I thought Lars was here ..."
"Oh, Cindy!" Olga cried. "I feel so ashamed. Can-can you understand that it- it's natural when someone's . . . lonely . . . to, to do something like that?"
Cindy nodded. "I know Lars' father died a long time ago," the young girl said. She giggled. "I get horny, too," she confessed. "And I've never had a husband."
"You-you won't mention this to anyone, will you, Cindy?"
Cindy smiled. "Why should I do that, Mrs. Johansen? Even if I didn't like you, I wouldn't do that to my boyfriend's mother. Anyway, I do it a lot, too." She giggled again. "It's a lot of fun, isn't it?"
Olga was embarrassed, but she couldn't help smiling at the girl's frankness. "You're very grown up for your age, Cindy," she said. "I wish I could admit things as easily as you."
Cindy smiled, flattered by Lars' mother's words. "You know," she said, "everybody makes jokes about mother-in-laws, but I think you'd make a pretty good one."
CHAPTER THREE
Olga's expression softened. "You're in love with Lars, aren't you?" the attractive blonde asked. Cindy nodded again. "I've never met a boy like him. He's so considerate and good-looking. And he doesn't try to take advantage of me like other guys. If he says something that hurts me, he feels bad."
"You know, you're very young to think about getting married. I like you, too, Cindy, but I'd rather you and Lars knew each other a long time before considering marriage. I know your mother, would have a fit if she knew how serious you are about Lars."
"I'm glad you're not shouting like she would," Cindy said, sitting on the bed next to the woman. She felt Mrs. Johansen's body heat and smelled the fragrant odor of a stirred-up pussy. It reminded her of her own juicy little snatch after a good finger-fucking. Sometimes she tasted her own juices on her fingers.
"Mrs. Johansen, don't get mad at my asking, but did you come before I got here?"
Olga was shocked, but decided to be as honest as the girl was. "Well, no, not really. I was about to ... "
"I was, uh, feeling horny, too," Cindy admitted. "That's why I was looking for Lars."
"Cindy!" Olga cried, thinking of her son's huge cock. "You don't let him, uh, you haven't ..."
The girl giggled. "If you're trying to ask if he's fucked me, the answer's no. I'm still a virgin."
"Then how . . . ohh!" Olga gasped, then shut up, realizing that her son was fingering Cindy to completion.
Cindy giggled. "You looked so funny then," she said. She began undressing.
"Cindy! What are you doing?"
The girl dropped her skirt and panties, then took off her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra.
She cupped one of Olga's heavy tits.
"Cindy!" Olga exclaimed, pushing the girl's hand away. "I-I've never ... I'm not a lesbian!"
"Neither am I," Cindy said, "but I'm awful horny. Some girlfriends and I played with each other's pussies, once, just to help each other come. Can't we sorta help each other out? Please?"
"It-it's wrong!" Olga said as Cindy cupped the full undersides of her tits again, lifting them. She thumbed her straining nipples.
"Uhh," the excited mother groaned. "Don't!" And she pulled back.
"Don't you like me?" Cindy asked, withdrawing.
"It-it's not that," Olga said, trying to remain calm. "But it's just not normal for two women to, to ... "
"To make each other happy? You're horny and I'm horny, and we both know we'll play with our pussies if I leave. Wouldn't it be more fun to do it at the same time and watch each other?"
Olga couldn't deny her cunt was throbbing with the need to come, but she couldn't bring herself to do as the girl asked. Seeing that the older woman was weakening, Cindy said, "We don't have to touch each other. We'll just sit and watch each other do it, OK?"
And Olga stared as the girl faced her, parted her legs and placed two fingers over the pink folds peeping from the center of her little bush. She saw some cunt-juice bubble from the little opening at the bottom of the exposed slit and groaned.
Cindy didn't move her fingers. "Come on," she said. "I'll wait for you. It's more fun watching each other come!"
"Oh, God!" Olga groaned. Cindy bent forward and placed a kiss on the upper swell of one large tit. She looked up at the older woman. Slowly, Olga lifted her legs onto the bed and spread them outside the girl's. Their cunts, one large and blonde, one small and dark, faced each other.
Olga watched as the girl reached out and grabbed her wrist. Then her hand was placed over her cunt by the girl. "Come on," Cindy said. "You'll like it, it's kicky."
"You mean kinky?" Olga asked weakly.
"No. Kicky. You know, kicks, a lotta fun!"
The girl cupped her little snatch and started rubbing it, all the while staring up Olga's parted thighs. Olga was already worked up. Seeing the pink flesh at the fork of the girl's legs being stirred was a surprisingly effective turn-on. Her own hand began to move.
"Good, huh?" Cindy asked, using her other hand to part her cunt-lips. She leaned back and grossly exposed her whole creaming cuntal area, including the lower cheeks of her ass, to the older woman. She rubbed a finger over her jutting slit.
"Ahhh," she groaned, and licked her lips.
Olga grew more and more excited as she rubbed her own clit and stared at the young nymphet's slippery, gleaming cunt-folds. Gradually, she allowed her own body to lean back, and she lifted a quivering white tit with one hand. She brought it to her lips and ran her tongue over the crinkly halo surrounding the hard nipple.
"Wow!" Cindy exclaimed. "I wish I could do that! I bet it feels great."
Olga switched tits. She was learning surprising things about herself today. Mainly, that she was much hornier than she had imagined. Or had she suppressed her true self all these years? In the space of twenty-four hours, she'd watched her son jerk off, jerked off herself, then jerked off while looking at his secret dreams-and now she was playing with her cunt and sucking her tits while a young teenage girl watched and played with her own pussy!
After a while, Cindy looked up from Olga's swollen, bright-pink cunt. "Let's do each other," she gasped, flashing her hand between the older woman's legs.
"Uhhh, no!" Olga grunted, then felt fingers that were not her own rolling the moist marble of her clit.
Cindy was almost frantic as she found herself getting away with playing with her boyfriend's mother's cunt. She was surprised by the size of Olga's clit, and how slippery it was. She tried catching it between her thumb and first finger, but it eluded her grasp. Olga squealed and the finger and thumb slid off.
"Do me! Do me!" Cindy begged, inching her ass closer and using her free hand to pull on Olga's wrist.
The woman allowed her hand to be placed between the girl's slick thighs. She felt the soft nest of dark brown hair, sopping wet and very warm, and swiftly searched for the slit. Cindy moaned when she found it, and Olga found that a cunt was a wonderful thing to hold, to play with. So soft and open and slippery. I should have known, she told herself. If I liked playing with mine, playing with someone else's would be good, too!
The teenager and the mother inched closer to each other by the minute. Cindy threw her legs over Olga's and kept hunching forward until the backs of their busily working hands touched. Olga's huge, warm tits were touching the apple-like mounds on Cindy's chest, and the girl's face was just a little below her own.
Suddenly, Cindy took her hand away and then lifted Olga's. Then she squirmed her wet cunt over the older woman's. Olga felt the hot, slippery cunt-lips of the young girl slide over hers, and then their stiff, gristly clits met.
"Ahhhhhh!" The older woman groaned, and she found her arms around the girl when she recovered her senses. Cindy continued to roll her hips and bump her ass, loving this new-found thrill. She pressed nearer, and then wrapped her arms around Olga. Burying her face in the older woman's neck, she kissed her and then felt herself being pulled downward.
Olga was leaning back and taking Cindy with her. The girl's affectionate attack had unbalanced her, and now she found the young girl's slight weight on top of her. Cindy was still rubbing cunts, only now her movements were much more man-like. In fact, her hunching movements reminded the woman of Svend's fucking.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, arching her back and mashing her fat pussy-lips against the girl's.
"Ohh, yeah!" Cindy cried. "I'm gonna come!"
Suddenly, the girl stopped rubbing and lifted off the older woman.
"Wha-" Olga stammered. "No, don't stop . . . !"
Before she realized what was happening, Cindy had gone on all fours between her legs and slid her hands under the older woman's hot, satiny-smooth asscheeks. Staring lovingly at the wet, blonde bush in front of her, the lust-filled girl lowered her pretty face and placed a loving kiss directly on the thick, pink folds of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhh, nooooo!" Olga wailed with dismay.
But Cindy continued-to pepper the sensitive lips with hot kisses, finding that she liked the taste just as she liked her own, and that kissing another girl's pussy was exciting!
Olga groaned like a lost soul when the little girl's soft, hot tongue slid between the juicy outer folds of her cunt and slithered into the watery, sensitive interior. Cindy's eager tongue was everywhere, laving the lips and licking around the base of the woman's rigid clit.
Without Olga realizing it, Cindy was crawling around until she was straddling the older woman's head. Then she sucked in her clit.
Olga's eyes flew open and she found herself staring at the girl's plump white ass. Below it, her dark-haired pussy gaped wetly. With Cindy sucking her twitching clit for all she was worth, and then fingering the dribbling hole beneath, Olga's struggles lessened. Her hands lifted a few times, fluttered indecisively, then dropped to the bed. Finally, she began to hunch her bubbling cunt gash at the girl's eager mouth. Her hands lifted and settled on Cindy's soft, fleshy ass.
The horny nymphet groaned and squirmed as the older woman's fingers followed the deep crevice between her cheeks and peeled her juicy cunt-petals away from each other. Then Olga's thumb rolled over the girl's rigid clit-bud.
"Nuhhhh ..." Cindy whimpered, widening her knees and lowering her hips until her wet, fleecy muff rested on Olga's upper chest, inches from her chin.
Olga felt her big tits flattening and squeezing out between their bodies. She shuddered with depraved lust and fascination as she stared into the little girl's juicy slit and fingered her hot, plump pussy. Cindy's cunt was so pink and juicy, so soft and tender.
Keeping her mind a blank, receptive only to sensation, Olga used the fingers of both hands to hold apart Cindy's fleshy, slippery cunt-lips. Pursing her full lips, she bent her head and excitedly kissed the liquid center of Candy's wet cunt.
"Eeeeee!" Cindy squealed, then lifted up and pushed her knees toward Olga's feet as she stuck her ass boldly out, silently begging for more lewd kisses.
Olga thrilled at her initiation to cunt-sucking. Despite herself, she was thoroughly enjoying being eaten by the girl, and now she found that giving was almost as exciting as getting!
Before diving in again, Olga studied the enchanting sight presented by such a young, virginal pussy. It glistened with cunt-juice, and seemed to pulse with anticipation. Already, the pink petals seemed larger and darker. At their apex, Cindy's beating, red hot clit stuck out like a hitchhiker's thumb, stiff and hard.
"Ohhhh, please lick it!" Cindy cried, unable to stand the suspense of waiting. "Kiss my pussy! Ohhh, I've gotta come!"
Olga exhaled heavily as she shoved her face into the gaping little pussy. She could hardly believe that she was doing such a thing. She wasn't a lesbian-she loved being fucked by a nice hard cock, and men excited her, as proved by her actions while Lars had jerked off. But here she was, locked in a perverted lesbian embrace, exchanging the most intimate of kisses with a mere teenage girl!
"Ooooooh! Oh! Oooooooh!" Cindy wailed, rocking her hips back and forth to meet the woman's suddenly nibbling lips and lashing tongue. "Oh, oh, yes! Ohh, that's good, that feels so good!"
Olga burrowed her tongue deep in the young, gleaming pussy, smearing her nose and cheeks, and chin with bubbling cunt-juice. The slippery folds of pink flesh surrounding the tight, tasty cunt-hole rubbed her lips and chin, and she found the tip of her nose occasionally brushing the wrinkle of the girl's rubbery asshole.
"Mmmmmfffff!" Cindy mumbled, enthusiastically as she sucked and licked the older woman's hot, drooling cunt. She loved the feel of Olga's full, warm thighs clamping around her ears, and slipped her little hands under her ass.
"Ohhh, God!" Olga cried out, thrashing wildly as she felt Cindy's fingers slipping into the tight, sweaty crevice of her plump ass. "Noooo!"
The daring teenager boldly worked her fingers deep into the crack of Olga's trembling, gleaming asscheeks. Her middle finger found the pink, crinkly-smooth pucker and circled it slowly, then teased its tight center.
Olga groaned and clenched her sensitive ass, but her asshole was slippery with cunt-juice. As Cindy dragged one plump cheek away from the other, the long finger wriggled slickly into her bowels.
"Awwwwoooo!" Olga wailed in painful protest as Cindy wiggled her finger like crazy and sucked on her spasming clit. She hunched up toward the girl's wonderful lips, then ground down against her stiff, upright finger.
"Ohhhh, Goddddd! Oh, God!" Olga frantically screamed, spreading her legs wide. "More! More! Aghhhhh, Godddd!"
Cindy held tight and vibrated her tongue over the clit between her lips and worked her finger in and out of the clinging stickiness of Olga's hot asshole. The woman's entire body bucked as her cunt contracted. Her fingernails dug sharp furrows into the girl's ass as her breath blew into Cindy's pouting cunt.
Cindy held onto the clit and tried worming another finger into Olga's rubbery asshole. Olga's hot ass contracted along with her cunt, squeezing the two fingers as her body hunched and thrashed wildly.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhhhh!" Olga moaned with the last of her orgasmic contractions. She gasped for breath and released Cindy's scratched ass. Her arms flopped limply on the bed and her thighs trembled as she felt a river of cunt-juice pouring from the slack mouth of her pussy.
"Jeez, Mrs. Johansen, what a come!" Cindy said, smiling. "Make me blast off like that, too, will you?"
Olga's eyes were blissfully closed, but she felt the young girl's warm breath bathing her tired, swamp-like cunt.
"Oh, God!" Olga moaned, hating herself for participating in-and enjoying-such a perverted embrace. She opened her eyes and whimpered, unable to deny that Cindy's pretty pink cunt-hole excited her. She could still taste the little girl's succulent but forbidden flesh on her lips. God, even her fragrance was exciting!
Cindy slowly crawled off and repositioned herself, kneeling astride Olga's shame-filled face with her back to her. She spread her thighs wide apart when she was over the woman's face, and Olga couldn't help but stare into Cindy's wet, wide-open but virginal cunt. She extended her tongue without thinking, swabbing the drooling pussy-slit.
"Mmmmmm!" Cindy groaned, wriggling with delight. Then she lifted up. "Wait a minute," she said, "I wanna watch!"
Olga moaned and squirmed her hips, finding that she was becoming aroused again. Her hungry cunt was throbbing, and as Cindy turned around, Olga knew she didn't have the strength to avoid succumbing again and again to such exquisite delights.
She looked up, admiring Cindy's two firm, apple-sized tits jiggling tightly on her chest. The girl's wet cunt smeared juice over her tits as she neared the woman's mouth. Olga felt a sensitive nipple throb as it was tickled by some stray pubic hairs.
"Wait, Cindy!" she said. "Don't move." She lifted one of her big, soft tits and held it against the girl's hot muff. The wet heat felt great on her nipple, and she rubbed the heavy tit-flesh around.
Cindy sighed and squirmed. She'd never imagined anything as kicky and kinky as this! Then Olga's stiff nipple slid across her distended clit.
"Ahhh! Oh, yeah, rub my clitty!" the girl whimpered brokenly. "Ohhh, that's great . . . uhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh!"
Olga held up her other tit and Cindy reached down and milked at it, stroking with force toward the end. Feeling the build up of her long-delayed orgasm, she lifted off Olga's nipple and sat on top of the woman's passion-filled face.
"Aaaaammmph!" Olga mumbled as Cindy squirmed delightedly over her open mouth. She could hardly catch her breath as the girl's weight pressed the back of her head into the mattress. But her tongue stabbed up and found the tight gash of Cindy's tender cunt.
The sexy teenager looked into Olga's eyes as she was fucked by the woman's fluttering tongue. Hot, wet cunt-cream gushed into the woman's mouth as her tongue probed the snug pussy. Cindy's slender body quivered and her breath was coming in short, harsh gasps. Her little tits were taut as she circled her ass in one direction while Olga's tongue moved in another.
"Uhhhhhhh," she moaned, her face screwing up as she started to come. She knew Olga was drinking her pussy-juice, and the thought helped send her over the edge.
"AHHHHHHH! Uhhhhhh! Oooooo!" Cindy cried with pure joy as she came hard, harder than she ever had with a cock. Olga was sucking her clit as she came, drawing on the turgid bud but not tonguing it.
Cindy fell forward in a sweaty heap over the bed, her belly quivering on the woman's wet face. Olga sighed heavily and fondled the girl's smooth ass for a moment before slipping out from beneath her. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the swelling ass and smooth back, and suddenly realized that her freshly-aroused cunt hadn't been satisfied. She didn't have the heart to wake the knocked-out girl, so she leaned back and closed her eyes and fingered herself.
As she jerked off, visions of Cindy's cunt faded slowly, so slowly that Olga in her ecstasy hardly realized it. But then she started to come and suddenly her mind was filled by Lars' long, fat cock as she had seen it last night- exploding feverishly with white cum running all over the place!
CHAPTER FOUR
Frances Thompson was a forty-five year old widow whose husband had died six years earlier. Her large tits, loose and jiggly beneath her house dress, were still pretty firm, she knew, but she cupped and squeezed them testingly, anyway. Beneath her upstairs window, Lars strained against the old mower, the hard muscles of his sweet-streaked back bunching and rippling smoothly. She felt her cunt loosen and grow wet, and was amazed at herself.
I'm old enough to be his mother! she thought. Her palms were sweaty and she rubbed them against her thinly clad hips. I've got to control myself, she muttered silently. Lars was so tall and handsome, she was sure he was getting a lot of sex from girls his own age. What would he want with an old woman like herself?
She moaned softly as he turned. She saw the bulge of his prick-meat in his jeans. God, if it's - that big now, what must it be like hard! she thought. Her mind filled with visions of fat, erect cocks. It had been so long she'd been fucked, she could hardly remember the man's face. He'd been a salesman, passing through town three years ago, and he'd been potbellied and balding, but Frances had been so horny that she hadn't cared.
What was it the boys used to say? Oh, yeah. They were going to "pork" some girl, that was it. She hadn't heard the expression in years, but that was what she needed. A lot of hard cock-pork filling her snug, wet cunt-hole.
But could she bring herself to come on to him? Would be think she was too old? She'd die if he laughed at her. She smoothed her hands over her tits and belly and rubbed the shaggy tangle of her thick cunt through the house dress.
"Oh, God! I've got to try!" she groaned.
With a courage born of desperation, she made her decision. She felt lewd and guilty, but her raging lust could not be denied. If it was the last thing she did on this earth, she'd get Lars' adolescent cock into her fuck-starved cunt.
It seemed to take Lars hours to finish her lawn, and Frances had to use every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep her fingers away from her itchy, throbbing cunt-lips. Then she heard him dragging the mower into her garage. A few minutes later, he knocked on her back door.
Composing herself as best she could, Frances swung open the door and smiled at him. "Finished already?" she heard herself ask stupidly.
"Yeah," Lars answered, rubbing the back of his forearm across his sweaty forehead. "Jeez, it sure is hot today!"
The older woman stood back. "Come on in, Lars," she said. "It's a little cooler, inside." And before he could move, she took hold of his arm and led him inside. She closed the door behind him, brushing his chest with one thrusting tit as she did so.
"It's a shame you have to take work like this, Lars," she said sympathetically, walking him over to the couch.
"Hey, I'm glad to get it," he answered.
"These days, you can't afford to be picky, ya know?"
"Still, you work awfully hard for your money. I wish I could afford to pay you more. It doesn't seem fair . . . "
"No, no. I'm satisfied," he protested, trying to avoid staring at her big tits as they billowed from the top of her house dress. The first few buttons were undone. Probably due to the heat, he supposed, but he couldn't help wondering if she were wearing anything underneath that somewhat shapeless dress.
He wiped his head again. "Jeez, I'm sweating like a pig," he said. "Bet I stink," he said, half joking.
"Oh, hell," Frances laughed. "Honest sweat's nothing to be ashamed of. Most women like a man who smells like a man, anyway. At least, women from my generation do."
"Maybe," Lars said doubtfully. "But I'll feel a lot better after a nice, cool shower."
"Oh, how thoughtless of me!" Frances exclaimed. "Why don't you run upstairs and use my shower?"
"Oh, I couldn't," Lars protested.
"Nonsense! You don't want to walk all the way through town like that. I won't take no for an answer. You go up and have a nice cool shower, and when you're done, I'll have a cold beer ready for you."
The beer cinched it. Lars grinned and stood up. "You've got a deal, Mrs. Thompson!" he said enthusiastically.
"Let me show you the way," Frances said, feeling her face start to heat up.
Lars followed her up the steep stairway, admiring the shapeliness of her trim calves. Her dress was short, and when he thought she wasn't looking, he bent his head and looked under it. Wow! Nice white thighs, not too heavy. He wished he could see more, find out if she were wearing panties. The way her round ass wiggled under the material, he didn't think so. The thought of her walking around with a bare cunt made his cock twitch.
It was part of Frances' plan to give him some shots of her body before he got in the shower, so when they reached the second floor and she led him to the bathroom, she pretended to see a bobby pin on the floor. Fingering the dress at her hips, she managed to lift it high before bending for the imaginary pin. She kept her knees straight, as if she were trying to touch her toes, and felt the hem of the dress slide over her ass.
Lars choked and froze, his bulging eyes locked on the plump, split halves of her bare ass. The woman's tiny, hair-ringed asshole winked at him above the pink, hanging flaps of her thickly haired cunt for the briefest of seconds. Then she stood and the dress fell into place.
Lars' face felt bright red, but she didn't seem to notice. He knew his cock was swelling. Shit, who could have guessed that Mrs. Thompson had an ass like that! Suddenly, he was looking at her with new eyes. She was mature, but she wasn't over the hill by a long shot. She was pretty good-looking, as a matter of fact. There were a few wrinkles around the edges of her eyes, and maybe a few gray hairs here and there, but only a few.
Fuck! No gray hairs on her cunt, he could vouch for that!
"Here's your towel, Lars," Frances said, placing it on a rack. Lars watched her big tits bounce and jiggle as she threw him a fresh bar of soap.
After she left, Lars stripped and turned on the shower. His hard prick stood out stiffly and he rubbed it a few times before stepping under the spray. There was no curtain or door for the shower stall, so when he heard Mrs. Thompson call his name and then step into the bathroom, all he could do was keep his back to her.
"Oh, I thought you were finished," Frances said, her voice hoarse with excitement. She stared at his lean, hard asscheeks. What a body he had. She hadn't been with a man with a good body for nearly twenty years. Her husband had gone to pot years ago.
"Mrs. Thompson!" Lars gasped.
"Don't mind me," she said, sitting on the toilet. "Finish your shower."
"But . . .but ..."
"Oh, I'm an old married woman," Frances said. "A widow. I've seen it all before. There's no need for you to be embarrassed."
Lars looked over his shoulder and saw her sitting on the toilet. Her knees were spread and he couldn't resist looking up her dress. Oh, Jeez! He nearly groaned. There was that fuzzy cunt again!
"Well, I can see you'll never get finished unless I give you a hand," Frances smiled, taking the plunge. "Hand me the soap, will you?"
Automatically, Lars handed her the soap without turning around. He watched her place her hands under the spray, wetting them, then she worked up a lather.
"Now," she said, "I'll show you how to really get clean."
Lars tensed as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He looked down and his unbelieving eyes saw her small hands cup his balls and fist his cock.
He groaned as the woman's soapy fingers jacked off his hard cock and rolled his fat balls. He could feel the soft warmth of her tits pressed into his back as she played with him, and leaned some of his weight against her.
"That's it," she whispered as his hips began pumping, "build up a big load!"
Then the teenager felt her fingers leave his balls, and he groaned again as she took his stiff prick in both her hands. The fat, blood-filled head stuck out above her grip, and the wide piss-slit winked with her movements.
Eventually, the stinging spray washed all of the suds away and he felt nothing but the soft, warm skin of her palm touching his cock-shaft. Then she released it and placed one hand on his hip. He felt the other slide quickly into the crack of his ass.
"Uhh!" He grunted, both in surprise and pain, as her stiff middle finger shot into his asshole and rummaged back and forth.
Frances really knew how to work a man up after all these years, and she wanted Lars so hot that he'd fuck a snake. Her finger found his prostate and pushed rhythmically against it. She could feel the strong ring of his asshole clenching as he grunted and groaned. She leaned to one side so she could see his cock.
Quicky, she yanked her finger free. The teenager's cock was fiercely swollen, and the head was an angry purplish color. It was jerking strongly, and she knew he was ready to blow his load.
She stood back and waited. Now it was his move. She wouldn't do another thing. She smiled to herself. If he didn't practically rape her after all this, he wasn't normal.
Dazed, Lars wavered in the shower. His asshole burned, and his cock felt like a lit match. If he didn't come now, he'd die. He realized that Mrs. Thompson's hands were no longer on his body and he turned around.
"Awwwww," he groaned, staring at the woman's practically naked body. The front of her dress was soaked from the shower, and he could see the large swells of her tits and their wide, dark nipples. The material was plastered to her belly, and below that her dark cunt-hair was outlined.
He stepped out of the shower and grabbed her. Frances nearly fainted when she felt his fingers sink into the softness of her asscheeks. His big cock squeezed between their bodies, throbbing hotly. She found his mouth with hers and gave him a wet, open kiss. Lars returned it, shoving his tongue almost down her throat as his hands slid up to her spongy tits.
"My room! My room!" Frances gasped as he fondled and pinched her hard nipples.
Lars continued kissing her, but now his hands were moving up. He gripped her dress at the shoulders and tore it from her body, peeling her like a banana. Her tits trembled before him. Then he was on his knees, dragging the dress from her wide hips and over the mounds of her ass.
He stared for a second, then buried his face between her plump white thighs. Her wet, shaggy cunt-hair surrounded his face, and he could smell it. Moving his face around, he parted her thick curls and felt her warm, moist cunt-lips with his nose.
His hands cupped the quivering globes of her ass, his fingers dipping into the deep crack as he opened his mouth and licked the length of her inflamed pussy-gash. Then he sucked in her hairy outer lips and chewed on them, pulling them away from her body as she cried out and shook.
Her whole body jerked violently as the wild teenager gobbled her cunt. She'd almost forgotten how enthusiastic, how frantic a teenage boy could be. Lars slobbered all around her sopping, hairy cunt, licking up the center of the hot crease and snapping over the pink finger of her clit.
"Aghhh!" Frances grunted, feeling her knees go rubbery.
"Not ... here!" she groaned. "Please. My . . . room. Fuck me in . . . bed!"
The last time Frances had been fucked, both she and the salesman had been so excited they'd done it on the floor right by the front door. Afterwards, she been both ashamed and unsatisfied. Bitches in heat, animals who didn't have a choice, did it anywhere, with anyone. She promised herself never to act like a bitch again.
Her words finally penetrated through Lars' cunt-struck mind. He pulled away from her slippery, tasty pussy and licked the flavor of her cunt from his lips. He looked up at her with a wet, red face. His palms were still holding her asscheeks.
"Please," she said, looking down at his excited, flushed face. "Let's get comfortable. You can do anything you want to me in my room."
Lars' grip on her ass tightened. "Anything?" he asked, for her words had jolted his deepest, darkest wet dreams.
She nodded. "Anything," she smiled wickedly. After nearly twenty years of marriage, Frances was sure nothing this boy could think of would surprise her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lars stared at the spread-eagled older woman. She was lying on her bed, her legs wide and her knees slightly raised. The wet slice of her fat-lipped cunt pouted from her thick bush.
She sure's got a lotta hair, Lars thought, noting how her dark curls tapered to a thin line which reached to within an inch of her deep-set navel. Her tits were like fat drops of white jelly on her chest, wobbling and rippling excitingly with her every movement. Her nipples were big and dark, chocolate brown except for their blood-filled tips.
But the hard-cocked teenager's eyes kept returning to the woman's mouthwatering cunt.
Her curls were shiny with cunt-juice, and the outer lips were folded back-by her own fingers-like the petals of a blossoming orchid. The inner lips were wrinkled and smaller, and really did look like the petals of a pink flower.
"Go on," Frances groaned, raising her knees and lifting her ass a bit. "Kiss it. Get your tongue in there before you fuck me, please. Stick it all the way up my hole, Lars, and make me come!"
Lars got on his knees and slid his hands under her warm asscheeks. Her cunt squeezed and drooled more juice, then the hole opened a bit and he tried to look up it. He could see only an inch or so, but what he saw of her pussy-walls made his balls churn.
"Oh, don't make me wait!" Frances wailed, her tits rolling across her chest, sagging slightly to the sides when she ceased her squirming.
Lars licked his lips and looked over the gentle mound of her belly before dipping his head. What he saw excited him even more. Mrs. Thompson was holding up her tits, pointing the fat, swollen nipples at him and rubbing them with her thumbs. Behind them, her face was etched with lust. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth was open, and her tongue kept running over her lips. Her nostrils were flared wide.
Carefully watching her expression, he opened his mouth and covered her cunt with it. He bit down, softly, and felt her pussy-oil flow over his tongue. Her hairs tickled the roof of his mouth and caught on his teeth. He moved back and, starting at the hole, pushed up with his nose until it hit her clit.
Her bright-pink cunt-slit was almost free of hair, and he could see it in his mind's eye as he rearranged the folds with his busy tongue. The outer lips were fat and long, and extremely hairy, narrow at both ends. Her inner lips were more delicate, very wrinkled. As he tongued them, they felt swollen and hot. She was drenching his face with her juicy cunt. He'd never die of thirst with Mrs. Thompson around!
He plunged his tongue deep into her hole and was rewarded with a joyful yelp and a twist of her full hips. His grip on her ass shifted, and he spread her cheeks wide as he ate her, so wide that her asshole rubbed against the bed.
He lifted his face from her wet crotch. "Uhhhh . . . " she groaned, opening her eyes. "What . . . ?"
"You said anything, remember?" he asked, his cunt-juice-slickened face smiling.
"Y-yes," she panted, wondering what he was thinking that made him smile so eagerly.
"Ever had a thumb up your ass?" he asked, making a hitchhiker's fist, his thumb thick and long and stiff.
Frances shuddered. Her husband had fingered her ass a bit, sometimes while they were fucking, but only with his slender middle finger. The last time had been at least twelve or fifteen years ago. She could hardly remember what it felt like, but recalled that even his finger had been a tight fit.
"N-no," she said, her face burning with a combination of lustful curiosity and embarrassment. No use mentioning the finger, she thought, it was so long ago. Besides, he'll enjoy it more if he thinks he's the first.
"Get ready," Lars said ominously, lowering his face and chewing her hairy outer lips again. He dove between them and licked up to her clit, then sucked it between his warm, wet lips, running his tongue in slow circles over the tip.
Frances wailed, forgetting all about his ass fantasies. But Lars was just getting her hot and loose. He slid his stiff thumb through the wet crack of her ass until it was centered on the bumpy mouth of her shitter.
He waited until she was hunching, then, on her downward thrust, he rammed his finger upward and past the tight, wrinkled hole.
"Yughhh!" Frances wailed, thrashing her hips as the teenager's thick thumb slid painfully into her shit-hole. She could feel her sore ass stretched wide around the base of his long thumb, and her ass-muscles throbbed hotly.
"Huhhhh!" she groaned loudly. Lars' lashing tongue had just circled the rigid marble of her hard clit, scrubbing the sides as well as the head of the sensitive cunt-nub.
"Aghhhh!" she gasped again as he began moving his thumb in and out of the tight chamber of her ass. He felt her ass-muscle tugging at his knuckle as his thumb slithered back and forth. He knew if he looked he'd be able to see some of the inner pinkness of her hole clinging to his thumb.
"Bruhhhhh!" He vibrated his lips around her clit, and was happy to feel her jump again. Her tits were slapping wetly on her chest as her body twisted around with the extremely strong sensations racing through her loins.
Her husband's goosing hand had never felt this wonderful, even if he hadn't hurt her as much. Maybe that had been the problem- maybe he'd been too gentle with her. Maybe tight, rubbery holes like assholes needed a bit of forcing to bring out the best in a woman. She didn't know, but whatever the reason, she loved the rough way this teenager was rummaging in her shitter.
Sloppy, squishy liquid sounds rose from Frances' crotch from Lars' lapping tongue meeting her loose, fat cunt-folds. She reached down and cupped his head, digging her fingers into his scalp as she felt her climax starting.
"I . . . I'm almost there!" she cried, hunching her cunt at Lars' mouth.
The teenager was determined to make her come harder than she ever had in her life. He scrubbed his tongue over her foaming pink gash, slapping it strongly over her thick cunt-lips and twitching clit. He sucked in her slippery nubbin again, held its base with his teeth, then slowly pulled up to its tip, his teeth gently scraping the raw sides oLher sensitive clit-bud.
"Yahhhhh!" Frances screamed, thrashing out of control. Her head bounced on the bed, her legs kicked in the air, and her fingers tore at his scalp as she came, brought on by a strong mixture of pleasure and pain.
Lars shoved his tongue up her wildly fluttering cunt-tunnel, sucking and vacuuming her hot juices from her spasming hole. He could tell the older woman was in a frenzy of lust. Her body was still shaking, and she was panting and groaning as he'd never heard anyone do before.
Frances was delirious with the intensity of her orgasm. Her cunt spasmed again, and she was on her way up as if she'd never come at all. It was unbelievable! She'd never experienced a multiple orgasm before, not in all the years of her marriage, and she felt like crying at all the wasted years in her life when she'd been "making love" and not fucking!
Lars drew back. Cunt-juice ran from his chin. He fisted his cock and crawled over her still spasming body until he was over her sweaty tits. He shoved his long, hard cock between the twin, trembling tits, squeezed them around his prick, and started fucking.
Frances opened her eyes, watching the angry red head of the teenager's cock moving back and forth in her sweaty cleavage. It was drooling pre-cum, and suddenly she wanted to taste it. It had been too long since she'd tasted a young, virile cock! She lifted her head and his knob bumped against her chin. She opened her mouth and took a lick, then sucked him in.
Lars watched the older woman sucking on his leaking cock-head, but continued to fuck her tits. She moved her head, trying to stay with him, but couldn't. Finally, she held her mouth open and let him fuck into it as he slid through her tits.
God! she thought. His cock feels so hot between my tits. And then she thought about his climax. She'd sucked cock before, her husband's and a few others', but none of them had ever come in her mouth.
"Put it in my cunt!" she cried. "Fuck me, please, make me come again!"
But Lars had never had his cock in a cunt, and he was a bit fearful that his inexperience would be noticeable. Worse, what if he couldn't stay hard, or shot off too quick? But eating pussy and tit-fucking wasn't so threatening. This way, he was in command, and he'd already made her cunt rumble through a couple of eruptions.
"Later, later," he grunted, and zipped back and forth through her tit-tunnel's slick warmth even faster. "Uhhh, uhhh, here it comes!" he cried, thrusting forward and holding himself still. The fat knob of his cock was just inside her lips when his balls spasmed.
"Bluhh!" Frances gulped as the first cumwad jetted over her tongue and splashed against the back of her throat. The next few spurts hit the insides of her cheeks as her swishing tongue moved his cock. She felt the teenager's thick, creamy jism clinging to her gums, dripping from her teeth. She swallowed hard and moaned around his squirting prick-knob.
Lars' ass-muscles were tight, just like his nut-sac, as he held himself over the older woman's chest. Then, as she seemed to grow accustomed to the taste and feel of his cock-cream, her hands came up to clutch his lean asscheeks.
"Mmmmmmm! Uhh!" The climaxing teenager grunted, allowing her to pull him forward arid deeper into her mouth. He heard the wet, slobbering sounds she made as she swabbed her hot tongue around his stiff prick and stirred his sticky jism before swallowing it.
Frances' eyes grew wide. He was still coming, filling her mouth with burst after burst. She'd had no idea that so much jism would be flooding her mouth and throat, and she gulped as much down as she could, gasping for breath. The overflow began to drip from her lips, and then she choked and pushed at his belly, panicking as his cock kept blasting.
Lars bared his teeth in an ecstatic grimace with the intensity of his climax. He watched Mrs. Thompson push off his still-spurting prick and gag. Thick blobs of white cock-cream drooled from her nostrils. Several more gooey streamers were pushed out of her mouth by her white-coated tongue and covered her chin.
He fisted himself and milked the last few, weak spurts onto her forehead and nose. Now her face was practically covered with his cum. She wiped her nose and eyes, still choking a bit, and then ran her tongue over her lips. She looked at his limp, hanging cock. A white drop appeared in the slit and she drew a deep breath, gasping, "Oh, what the hell!" and puckered her lips around it and sucked in his cock.
Lars sighed as she cleaned his tingling prick. She really seemed to be enjoying licking and sucking on the softened, shrinking hose-like length of his cock. He knew she was still horny, for his hips were churning and hunching slowly, and the tips of her big tits were still hot and hard.
She licked him off noisily. "How long does it take you to get hard after shooting so much?" she asked, reaching up and fisting his limber dick.
"Keep playin' with it," he sighed, watching her soft fingers sliding up and down the loose skin of his cock.
"OK, but get off me while I do it, huh?"
When Lars slid off and lay back, Frances climbed over him, dragging her tits across his flat belly until her mouth was over his soft prick. She sucked it in and began pumping her head up and down.
She stretched out her legs behind Lars' head until her crotch splayed out wetly on his upper chest. He gazed at the long, smooth curve of her back, and at her plump, white asscheeks which quivered gently to her movements.
"How's your asshole?" he asked thoughtfully.
"Ummmhh," she mumbled, then lifted from his prick. "Still tingles a bit, but not bad, just sorta itchy, you know?"
"Ever had it kissed?" he asked, remembering how wild he'd made Cindy with his rimming and tongue-fucking.
"Oh, no!" Frances exclaimed. "No one's ever done that to me! You mean you . . . Are you sure you want to?" she asked, slightly embarrassed at the thought of a man's lips and tongue pressing into that most forbidden of bodily orifices-her asshole.
"If you'd like it, I'd like it," Lars said, cupping her soft asscheeks and rolling them under his palms. He felt them tense at his touch, then gradually relax.
Frances laid her head on his wiry crotch hair and sighed. Her breath warmed his prick. Since she wasn't saying no, Lars continued fondling the tender cheeks of her mature ass. It was a lovely ass, he thought, bigger than Cindy's, a lot hairier around her hole, but damned exciting.
He parted the flaccid cheeks and gazed at the dainty, hair-fringed little pucker. Her asshole was pink and smooth, and daintily pleated. He wondered if the older a woman got her asshole changed at all. Would Cindy's still be bumpy when she was in her thirties?
"Oooooh," Frances gasped as she felt Lar's tongue taking a long lick through the center of her hot ass.
She thrilled and shivered as the boy lovingly licked the crack of her ass, his soft, warm tongue laving wetly around her asshole and the sides of her wobbling asscheeks.
He raised his head. "You like it?" he asked, smoothing her quivering ass with his palms.
"Oh, yessss! Don't stop! I-I think I can come like that, if I rub my cunt on your chest at the same time ..."
"Be my guest," Lars said, rimming the tight little hole slowly. He knew some guys thought rimming was disgusting, but it never bothered him if the girl was clean. He'd never had any difficulty sticking his tongue in an ass, not even his first time. But the more things he'd do for a girl, the more the word would spread around that he was the guy to date. He'd quickly discovered that even if a girl said he shouldn't, that it was dirty or nasty, she really wanted to be persuaded. At least enough to try it once, just to see what it was like.
Mrs. Thompson was going slowly crazy, he could tell. Her fleshy ass was wobbling and shaking as she ground her cunt faster and faster on his chest. He laved her winking bung with great care, making sure that he kept pace with her and didn't break her rhythm. As she got hotter, he stiffened his tongue-tip and slipped it between her slightly raised shit-lips.
"Ahhhhh," she groaned, bobbing her ass back at him. She was about to cum, she knew, and scrubbed her clit against the boy's chest hairs. Suddenly, she felt him grab her asscheeks and spread them wide. Then she stiffened as his hot, wet tongue shot right into her snug, tingling bung.
"Nuhhhh!" she cried, loving every throb of her rubbery little ass-ring around his imbedded tongue. He was trying to move it in her, and she felt the tip wiggling.
Lars guessed she was on the verge of coming. He pulled his tongue back and plunged it in again, tongue-fucking her asshole with wild abandon.
"Ohhhhh! It's coming! It's coming!" she moaned, grinding her clit against his breastbone. Her oily cunt had really slicked down his hairs, she thought irrationally as she began hunching and gasping and squirming. Her orgasm rose, flooding her cunt with warmth. Her asshole clamped tightly on the spearing tongue which was giving her so much pleasure, but her wildly tossing hips soon pulled it free. She missed it instantly.
"Put it back! Put it back!" she bleated. "I'm still coming!"
Lars realized he'd never be able to get his tongue back in her ass, so he did the next best thing. He shoved the first three fingers of one hand into her gaping, creaming cunt-hole, and the middle finger of his other hand into her loosened ass-tunnel.
"Awwwww!" Frances cried as the boy circled all four fingers in her twin holes. He stroked them in and out with blinding speed, whipping her sloppy pussy into a bubbly froth, and giving her snug, rubbery ass-lips great frictioning.
Lars watched with amazement as the older woman came with a great shaking and thrashing of her body. Her big tits squirted out between them, pointed to the sides, red with irritation. He felt like chewing on their fat tips, but there was no way.
He slowly pulled his fingers free as she came down, panting and shivering. The steamy, musky heat of her crotch and asshole filled the room, but neither of them had noticed it in their passion. Frances lifted her head slowly.
"Oh, God!" she whispered in a weak voice. "I never came like that in my life! I should be ashamed," she said, turning to look at him over her shoulder, "but I'm not. I'm a fucking dirty old lady, and I love it!"
CHAPTER SIX
As it turned out, Lars never did get around to fucking Mrs. Thompson's hot cunt. A few minutes after the most memorable climax of her life, Lars was hard again-but her insurance agent picked that time to arrive at her front door. So Lars packed away his meaty cock, with her goodbye kiss still wet on its tip, and dressed, sweatier and dirtier than he'd been before his shower.
"Jeez," he muttered as he walked through town, thinking what a sensation he'd make if all the old ladies shopping in the discount stores knew he was walking around with Mrs. Thompson's cunt-juice drying on his chest. He grinned to himself. He'd have to reevaluate some of the older broads in this town. A few wrinkles don't a prune make, he thought, and chuckled.
When he arrived home, he felt that something was different between himself and his mother, and wondered if she'd found his porno mags. Without being obvious about it, he went to his room after showering, walking with just a towel around his hips and leaving his old clothes in the hamper.
Olga caught a glimpse of her half-naked son through the long hallway as he started up the stairs to his room. Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered the size of his adolescent cock and his fat, round balls beneath. She wondered if he was going to jerk off now. She hated herself for her weakness, but she was so worked up after seeing him last night. After her discovery of what she meant to him from his writings, and from Cindy's eager little tongue, she hoped he would jerk off just so she could watch and finger her pussy.
But she didn't dare follow him so obviously in the daytime. At night, when he was in his room and the hall was dark, she'd risk peeping at him, but not now.
"Lars," she called. "I almost forgot to tell you. Cindy was here looking for you. I think she's expecting you to call her, or at least walk over."
She was still a little nervous about her escapade with the young girl. The things they'd done were so depraved . . . and no court of law would excuse her weakness, nor believe that so young a girl had actually seduced her. Cindy had promised not to say anything to Lars,, and all Olga could do was hope that not a hint slipped out when Lars and her were ... intimate.
She stopped. Such a word to use. But Cindy was still a virgin, so they weren't fucking. What word could she use to describe the things they did? There wasn't one she could think of.
Lars quickly checked and saw that his mags had been replaced in a different order than he'd left them. He smiled. It sure as hell wasn't subtle, but what the hell-now she knew. If he could keep increasing her horniness, maybe he'd get lucky. He was sure his cock would stay stiff with his mother. He had none of the misgivings about fucking her that he'd had with Mrs. Thompson.
After dressing, he left to visit Cindy. His mother probably figured he was going to finger-fuck the little girl, and get his prick played with. She'd shit if she knew he and Cindy were eating each other. Maybe he ought to let her find out somehow.
Cindy was an only child, too, and her father had left her mother right after she'd been born. Lars knew it wasn't nice, but he couldn't help being glad she didn't have any brothers or an old man to hassle him. It made dealing with her on her own ground a hell of a lot easier.
He walked up the back porch of her house and knocked. When he heard her mother call out, he opened the door and stepped into their kitchen.
"Hi, Mrs. Lucas," he said. "Cindy home?"
"She's in the rec room, Lars. Go right on in."
Lars knew his way around the house and tried to sneak up on the girl, but she was waiting for him. She lifted her sweater, showing him her tits, and asked loudly, "Can I get you something to eat?"
"Shhhhh!" Lars acted scared, looked over both his shoulders suspiciously, then said in a low voice, "How about a cherry?"
Cindy giggled and unzipped her jeans. She pushed them down and showed him her puff of hair. He saw her small pink cunt-lips under it, and smiled.
"If you want it, Lars, it's yours," she said softly.
Taking mincing steps because of the jeans around her knees, she walked up to him and put her arms around him. Lars kissed her deeply, fondling the sweet curves of her bare ass as she rubbed her pussy against the front of his pants.
When they broke the kiss, Cindy looked up at him with bright eyes. "I love you, Lars," she said.
Lars felt uncomfortable because he couldn't say the same thing to her. He knew she was waiting to hear it. "Cindy," he said, stroking her bare back under the sweater. "I like you an awful lot, better than anyone, but I don't know if I'm in love. You're awful young. I'm just not sure. But I promise you I won't take your cherry until I am, OK?"
"Oh, Lars . . . I-I've changed my mind. It's not fair to make you wait, or to use that to try to get you to love me. I want you to fuck me, as often as you want, and it doesn't matter if you don't love me. Just so you don't love someone else!" she added, scowling at him in mock anger.
Lars kissed her again. He located the wet bottom of her little pussy, and it was hot and loose, waiting for him. He ran a finger into the hole a little ways, and she grunted and went on tiptoe as he pushed against her cherry.
"Ohhh, Lars, I want you so much! But we can't do it right now. Not with Mom here!"
"I know," he said, smearing her slick, warm juice all around the outside of her hole, and pulling at her pouting folds. "But just touching you is more fun than going all the way with anyone else."
Cindy snuggled into his chest. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," she sighed, squirming her ass as his fingers tormented her itchy pussy.
"We'd better go talk to your mother before she gets suspicious," Lars said, reluctantly sliding his fingers up the crack of her ass and then away. He held them in front of his face so she could see how wet they were. "See how much I care for you?" he asked.
Cindy smiled contentedly as he slowly kissed them clean. "I'd do the same for you, too," she said, fondling the soft bulge in his pants.
The two horny teenagers rearranged their clothes and walked into the kitchen. Cindy's mother was taking a bottle from the cupboard, and Lars saw that it was a liquor bottle.
"Oh," the woman said, looking a little embarrassed. Her face was red, Lars noticed, and he wondered why she should act so guilty over their seeing her preparing a drink.
Cindy said, "Think we'll sit on the porch a while, Mom," and she led Lars outside.
When they were seated, Lars leaned over and asked in a low voice why her mother was acting so funny.
"Oh," Cindy giggled. "Don't you ever wonder how I got so horny so quick?"
When he reached for her, she slipped his hands away. "No, I don't mean horny now, I meant horny when I was real young."
Lars shook his head. It had never really occurred to him to think about her introduction to sex. But now she'd aroused his curiosity.
"So tell me," he said, inching closer and slipping a hand under the back of her sweater where no one could see. He rubbed the smooth warmth of her back, paying special attention to the valley at the base of her spine.
"Ummm," Cindy sighed. "You saw the bottle. Well, when Mom gets horny, she drinks a lot, then goes into her room and plays with her pussy. Sometimes I watch. That's how I first learned what my pussy was for. You know, I didn't even have hair on it then!"
"You don't have much, now," Lars grinned, sliding his hand down to the beginning swells of her cute ass.
Cindy suddenly thought of Lars' mother naked, and compared her with her own mother. Cripes! She was shocked to discover that now that she'd fucked one woman, her own mother's body was just as exciting.
Cindy didn't feel guilty about making it with Lars' mother. That wasn't really cheating, because Olga was another woman, not a boy. She'd never do anything with another boy. But the more she thought about her mother getting ready to play with her own wet cunt, the more she wanted to go and watch, as she'd done so many times before. Only this time, knowing as she did how good a pussy tasted, she wanted to help her mother! Lars' thoughts weren't much different than Cindy's. He hadn't noticed Mrs. Lucas before, but since his adventure with Mrs. Thompson he was giving every older woman a careful eye. And Cindy's mother wasn't bad at all. Her large tits stretched her blouse nicely, and she had a big round jiggly ass that he knew would make a great cushion for his belly if he ever got around to fucking her doggie-style.
"Uhh, Cindy, I hope you don't get mad, but would you mind if I, I mean we, sorta, uh, peeked at your Mom? I've never seen a woman playing with herself, ya know? It'd really turn me on!"
Cindy smiled. The idea appealed to her. She'd wanted to suggest the same thing, but was afraid he'd think her too kinky.
"Come on," she said, standing up. "But we've got to be real careful."
Slowly sneaking back into the house, Cindy and Lars both felt flushed as they heard some throaty mumblings behind the woman's closed bedroom door. Lars beat Cindy to the keyhole and peered through it.
"Jeez!" he said, forgetting to whisper. "She's got a fuckin' dildo in her hand!"
"Sushhh!" Cindy hissed, then bent to look. She'd been unaware that her mother owned a dildo, unless she'd bought it recently.
Lars was right, her mother was holding a monstrous, rippled dildo in one hand. Her other hand held a three-quarters empty bottle. She was mumbling and swaying drunkenly. Placing the bottle on the bedside table after one last drink, she reached under her dress and pulled her panties down, staggering as she did so. When they were hanging off one ankle, she stumbled, braced herself against the arm of a large stuffed chair, and wagged her foot until they fell off. Then she collapsed over the arm of the chair.
"She's out," Cindy said. "I've seen her like this before."
"Let's go in," Lars said suddenly, his cock itching as he stared at the jackknifed woman whose big ass thrust high in the air. Even through her skirt, he could make out the depression of her split asscheeks.
Without thinking, Cindy said, "Yeah," for reasons of her own. She opened the door and Lars followed. Mrs. Lucas' eyes were closed, but he could still hear some of her mumblings.
"... Oh, Jack, fuck me . . . ". she slurred drunkenly. "My ass, split my fuckin' ass with your horse-cock, damn you! Can't get it up . . . you shit . . . damn you! Work me up, you gotta fuck me The two teenagers licked their lips as the woman mumbled and wiggled her upthrust ass. Lars looked at Cindy and unzipped his jeans. His hard, long cock jumped out, taut and shiny-tipped.
Cindy gripped it and yanked the loose skin over the shaft up and down. But she was staring at her mother and the big dildo lying on the chair.
"Ohhh, please!" Mrs. Lucas groaned pitifully. "Fuck me, bugger me, I need it so baaaad . . . ohhhh, my aching cunt!"
"Jeez!" Lars said. "She sounds like she's in pain!"
"Yeah," Cindy said. "I feel the same way, sometimes, when you're teasing just before I come."
Lars reached out and lifted the woman's dress off her ass. He stared excitedly at the lush swell of her white cheeks. Below them was a fat, hairy cunt whose pink, wet lips glistened with what looked like drops of dew. Lars whistled.
"Cindy?" he began, and then noticed that she was no longer playing with his cock. She had the dildo in her hands and was staring at it with rapt fascination.
She noticed his gaze. "Well," she said, somewhat defensively, "she is in pain, sorta ..."
"Wow!" Lars exclaimed. Cindy always surprised him with her daring. What a mind for such a young girl.
"What're you going to do with that?" he asked. "Stick it in your own mother?"
"Wouldn't you help your Mom out?" Cindy giggled, pointing at Lars' long, throbbing prick.
Lars felt his face burn as Cindy's joke hit home. He sure would, and one of these days . . .
"Come on," Cindy said. "Help me undress her."
Lars worked on the semi-conscious woman's blouse with nervous fingers while Cindy unhooked her skirt. Finally, he had the blouse off and tugged the cups of her bra down. Cindy's Mom was generously endowed, and her fleshy white tits dangled heavily between her arms.
Looking at Cindy to see if he was going too far, he filled his hands with the pear-shaped contours of those tits. His palms burned from the heat of her huge, crinkly areolas and thumb-thick nipples. His cock felt like it was growing larger, and his balls felt as if a lead weight were attached to them. His piss-slit began drooling pre-cum.
Cindy was sitting between her mother's parted legs, rubbing the bulbous tip of the huge rubber cock around the wiggly lips of her cunt. The dildo was parting the elastic rim of the woman's winking pussy-hole as Cindy added pressure to her rubbing. Lars saw that narrow opening resisting momentarily, then give way beneath the increased pressure.
"Uhhhhh, yesssss!" Mrs. Lucas groaned. "Fuck me, Jack, fuck my cunt. Joe, Joe, where are you? I need it up my ass! Brown me hard, dammit!"
Her ass squirmed wildly as her teenage daughter worked the rubber dick deeper and deeper into her gushing cunt. Cindy was breathing hard as she stared at the thick, pink lips stretched around the fake cock. Being this near a bare cunt reminded her of her session with Lars' mother, and she had an uncontrollable urge to experience lesbian sex again. Incestuous lesbian sex, she realized for the first time, but the knowledge didn't bother her.
But what would Lars think? Would he understand, or would he be shocked or even jealous? But when Cindy saw her boyfriend eyeing her mother's wobbling ass, she knew how to work things out.
And her mother was asking for an ass-fuck, something Cindy had never had the courage to try. Her bung was so tiny, and so sensitive! Maybe watching someone else-her mother!- get fucked in the ass would give her the courage. She knew Lars would love to fuck her cute ass, and it'd be a great way to keep her cherry and not get pregnant.
"Go on, Lars," Cindy said, "she wants it. Do it to her in the ass."
Lars' jaw dropped. "You, uhh, you won't mind? I mean, you wouldn't be jealous or anything?"
"Of my own mother? When she doesn't even know what's going on, or who you are?" Cindy pumped the dildo harder and heard her mother groan with pleasure. "Go on," she said again. "I'll sit here and watch. You want me to suck your balls while you fuck her?"
"Wow, yeah!"
Lars straddled Cindy's body and quickly spread Mrs. Lucas' excitingly quivering asscheeks. The damp crevice was nearly hairless, and darker-skinned than the rest of her ass. In the center was a brownish-pink, crinkled little ring that looked far too tiny to ever take his cock.
"Ohhh," Cindy said, checking out her mother's asshole.
Lars probed the hot entrance with a fingertip, pushing gently, digging into the center of the tightly puckered hole. "She's not big enough," he said nervously.
But Cindy's mother continued to moan about getting ass-fucked. As the girl plunged the hard rubber cock in and out of her now sloppy cunt, the woman hunched her ass back at the stiffened finger.
"Get your finger out of there," Cindy said. "I know what's the matter."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lars fisted his cock as Cindy leaned her face into the split of her mother's soft ass. He leaned to the side so he could watch the girl's little pink tongue as it laved wetly around the wrinkled asshole. He saw her stiffen it and probe the throbbing shitter. The woman groaned and shook.
"Now use your finger," Cindy said, returning to the dildo which hung from her mother's grasping, milking cunt.
Lars' finger slipped into the narrow heat of the woman's asshole with little difficulty. And as Mrs. Lucas grunted and wobbled her ass enthusiastically, he leaned his cock to where his finger was buried.
He took the finger out and positioned the huge head of his cock on the tiny hole of Cindy's mother's ass. He could feel the heat from the little opening against his piss-slit, and then he shoved into her asshole savagely.
"Unghhh!" The woman groaned as her tight, resisting ass-ring suddenly popped under the boy's pressure.
Lars felt the skin of his cock being forced back along his shaft as her hot, snug ass-muscles gripped him. He grinned excitedly. This was really his first fuck, not counting a cheek-squeeze an old girlfriend had given him. But he'd creamed all over her back, then. This time he was going to dump his load inside a woman's body!
Cindy's mouth was open as she watched her boyfriend's big cock boring into the steamy, rubbery confines of her mother's bowels, forcing little grunts of pleasure from the woman.
"Oh, oh, God that's good!" Mrs. Lucas cried. "Brown me, you bastard! I love it! I can feel it in my belly, it's so big!"
She was hunching her twin, impaled holes up and down on the dildo and cock, squirming wildly and soaking the chair with her syrupy cunt-juice.
"Ram me, fuck my ass, shove harder in my cunt, make me come! Fill me with cum!"
Cindy's eyes were wide as Lars' balls hit her mother's sweaty buns with hard, resounding whaps that she was sure stung. She grabbed his golden-haired nuts with her free hand and rolled them gently, then lifted her mouth and yawned like a chick begging for a worm.
Lars groaned as he felt his balls covered by Cindy's warm, wet mouth. She sucked in his big nuts one at a time, sucking on them and wiping them with her tongue. He couldn't fuck her mother's ass as deep, now, but he didn't care. His balls were being vacuumed and the back of his knob was being pinched by Mrs. Lucas' sphincter-and he was in seventh heaven.
Cindy finally released him. He shoved all the way into her helpless mother's widespread, upthrust ass. Then he remembered her big tits and reached around her waist. The twin, hanging tits were dancing and rippling like coconuts in an earthquake, and he gathered as much of them as he could in his hands and began kneading and milking furiously.
"You about ready to shoot?" Cindy asked, slowing her pumping of the drenched dildo.
"Uhhhh," Lars groaned, and came out of his dream world. "What? Oh, not too long, why?"
"Mom's gonna blast soon, I can tell." Then she added: "Don't shoot all of it in her. Squirt some on her back for me, OK?"
Lars nodded, and commenced fucking the woman's snug, hot asshole faster. She was waggling her buns back at him, and he could tell that she was really digging his ass-fucking. She was obviously reliving some episode from her past, and wanted him to blast his cum deep in her bowels.
"Ah, Jeez!" he cried, and dropped his weight on her back. His fingers dug deeply into her soft, spongy tits. His cock expanded, stiffened, then began jerking wildly against the hot muscles holding it so tightly.
"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhh!" He groaned, grinding his drawn-up nuts tight against her impossibly-stretched asshole. His cum surged through the length of his jumping prick and shot like water from a firehose, the boiling wads drenching the dark depths of her ass-channel.
Lars filled Mrs. Lucas' asshole to the brim with his white jism, and then he felt her own climax arrive. She squeezed down on his cock as her cunt-tunnel fluttered around the dildo stuffing it. Her legs straightened, tightening her ass-channel even more, and Lars groaned. She was milking every last drop of cum right out of his big teenage cock., He remembered Cindy's request, and quickly withdrew. Instantly, hot, sticky jism drooled from the slack mouth of her ass, running down the crack to her dildo-crammed cunt, gathering in the already gooey tangles of her thick pussy-bush.
Lars slid his cock back and forth along the top of her ass, at the base of her spine, rubbing the underside of his still-spurting dick against her sweaty skin. Big globs of white cum flew from the eye of his prick and dropped down the woman's back, running toward her neck.
"Come and get it," Lars said weakly as his cum-load dwindled.
Cindy left the rubber cock hanging and got up off her knees. When she saw the white trails drooling down her mother's back, she stuck out her tongue and started working her way from her mother's shoulders up toward her boyfriend's limp, oozing dick.
Mrs. Lucas was groaning and mumbling as she came down from her double-fuck-induced orgasm. The rubber dildo began dropping from her cunt, squeezed out by her inner contractions. She sighed and licked her lips, praising the two old lovers she'd been dreaming about.
Cindy was now at Lar's wet, worn cock. She sniffed it, wrinkled her nose playfully, looked up at him and asked if he'd like her to suck on it a bit. Lars looked uncertain. On the one hand, he'd enjoy getting his cock sucked, but on the other, he wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to put it in her mouth after it had been in her mother's ass.
"Up to you," he said.
"Oh, don't always be so considerate!" Cindy said, a bit impatiently.
She stuck out her tongue and ran it over his oozing cock-head. Then she brought it back into her mouth and pressed the mingled juices of cock and asshole to the roof of her mouth. She smacked her lips and stuck out her tongue again, this time running it over his entire shaft, into his crotch-hairs and then around and under to his balls.
She looked up at him again. "Why do I love you so much?" she asked, cupping his hard ass and resting her chin on his cock.
Lars laid a hand on the top of her head. "Maybe because I'm so modest," he said. "You know, I don't tell everyone how great I am, I just let them find out for themselves . . . "
Cindy giggled and stood up. "I'm hotter than ever!" she said. "You gonna get hard again?"
"Sure am," he said. "Especially with you and your Mom both naked like this. Jeez, was her ass tight! And look at her cunt! Look at all that juice still bubbling from the hole! You must've struck oil, Cindy!"
Cindy giggled again. "Looks good enough to eat, doesn't it?" she said.
"Yeah," Lars agreed. "You mind? I mean, I'll probably get hard faster if you suck on me a bit while I eat your Mom. I've never seen lips that fat, have you?"
Cindy had, but she wasn't going to tell Lars. Olga's cunt-flaps were pinker and fatter by far, and her blonde bush was much more exciting than her mother's dark hairs. Just thinking about it made her ache for the taste of cunt again.
"What's it taste like, Lars?" Cindy asked, "Cunt-juice I mean."
"Well," Lars grinned. "Yours is awful good, if that's what you're wondering. Your Mom looks tasty, but I know it won't be as good as yours. You've got ice cream in your pussy, that's why my tongue's always hanging out these hot days!"
"C'mon," Cindy said, giggling again. "Really, what's it taste like?"
"I can't describe it, you'll just have to try it to find out." Lars wasn't serious, but Cindy had been hoping he'd say something like that.
"You wouldn't think I was awful if I tried it?" she asked.
"Huh? Well, no, I guess not. I know you're no fuckin' dyke, that's for sure."
"I know," Cindy said brightly. "We can lick her together. That way we can kiss and tickle tongues at the same time! I'll play with your cock, too. OK?"
"Wow, yeah!" Lars agreed, mentally stimulated just at the thought of seeing little Cindy's tongue digging into her mother's sopping, great-smelling cunt.
The two teenagers knelt side by side between the woman's still spread legs and shoved her plump inner thighs wider with their faces. Two tongues flashed out and began working over the wrinkled red folds of the older woman's sloppy cunt. From time to time, Lars would slide his tongue, coated with cunt-juice, into Cindy's open mouth. Cindy returned the favor with interest.
Mrs. Lucas began to squirm and groan, and then her ass began trembling. Blearily, she opened her eyes, trying to focus. She saw part of a chair in front of her, and groggily realized that she was draped over its other arm and that she was naked and being eaten. Wonderfully eaten, as she'd never been before.
In her dazed condition, she never considered that more than one mouth was working over the gaping hole between her legs. All she knew was that she was building to the greatest come she could remember in too long a time.
"Uhhhhh," she sighed, "that's it, eat me. Get your tongue in that cunt. Ohhhh, yeah, don't stopppp! Ahhhh, my clit, my clit! Tickle my clit! That drives me wild!"
Lars stuck his tongue under and located the stiff, standing button of her clit and scrubbed it. Mrs. Lucas' body jumped and he did it again. Soon, her shrieks of ecstasy filled the house as Lars lashed her tender clit from side to side with his strong tongue.
Cindy had moved up to her mother's asshole about that time, attracted by both the rosy bung and Lars' jism oozing from it. She placed a small hand on each of her mother's soft, sweaty cheeks and held them apart as she buried her face in the fragrant crevice. Then her tongue was working in the dripping asshole as her fingers squeezed her mother's flaccid asscheeks.
Lars felt the woman's clit quivering and knew she was going to come again. He jammed three fingers in her fuck-hole and worked them back and forth quickly, digging at her pussy-walls as his tired tongue continued its work.
Mrs. Lucas was nearly aware of things now, but she still didn't realize it was her daughter and Lars who were tonguing her hot holes. Lifting her upper torso by pushing with her hands against the seat of the chair, she eased the discomfort of her belly and hips where the arm had blocked her circulation.
Lars and Cindy were aware of her movement, but thought she was merely shifting her weight in a drunken stupor. Neither ceased their relentless torment of her cunt and asshole. She began to shudder, her big white ass wobbling against Cindy's face and her plump inner thighs trembling on either side of Lars' red ears.
"Aghhhhh!" she screamed, and pushed herself up to totter on two legs. Lars and Cindy stumbled out of the way, taken by surprise. They watched as her hands worked frantically at her hairy snatch and her knees unlocked.
Gradually, the spasming, groaning woman dropped to the floor, still pinching and pulling at her inflamed cunt-flaps and rolling her knuckles over her hard clit. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, but blinked and stopped as a familiar face loomed before her.
"Cindy!" she gasped with surprise, still fingering her cunt and writhing in the throes of a tremendous climax.
Her eyes and Cindy's met and held, and the girl inched as if hypnotized over to her wildly shaking mother and hugged her, feeling the older woman's big tits squeezed between them, the large, hot nipples digging into her smaller ones.
Lars' cock was hard again. When he saw Cindy stretched out and kissing her mother's full lips, he got even harder. He decided to try ass-fucking the girl. If she didn't want it, he could always get a blow-job, or try her old lady. He wasn't ready to take the girl's cherry, yet, but after butt-fucking her mother, he was eager to break in Cindy's virgin asshole.
Cindy felt the horny teenage boy slide behind her and ease his cock into the hot crack of her ass. Its bulbous head was moving around, searching for the delicate pink hole his lips and tongue knew so well.
"Ohhh, Lars," she groaned, hunching a bit as she felt his cock-knob pressing her tight ass-ring. "Go slow, it hurts."
Lars felt the very tip of his prick nipped by the girl's hairless little asshole. The tiny, pulsing muscle was slippery and he felt its resistance fading under his relentless pressure.
"Uhhh," he grunted as the snug ring gave way and snapped behind the head of his aching cock.
"Ahhhh, oh, God, it burns!" Cindy cried. She thought she would die as his huge prick surged slowly into her bowels, dragging the ring of her shitter upward. There seemed to be no end to it, and her plump ass wriggled painfully as Lars' throbbing, rock-hard cock filled her ass-tunnel.
"Ughh," Lars groaned as his sagging nuts trailed across the back of her upper thighs and then smacked into the dimpled bottom of her ass. He was all the way in her, and her widely-stretched, pulsing asshole was grabbing at the base of his buried cock-shaft.
Cindy groaned and squirmed against her mother's lush body as her boyfriend filled her ass. Mrs. Lucas' orgasm ended just about then, and she pulled her hands from her wet cunt and wrapped her arms around her little girl. Her lips responded to Cindy's, for her daughter had continued to kiss her.
But when Cindy groaned and hunched her crotch against her mother's still-sensitive pussy-lips, the woman realized that they were not alone, and that her little girl was in pain.
"Lars!" she cried, suddenly seeing the boy's head past Cindy's shoulder. "My God, what are you doing!" She attempted to get up, but Cindy held her tightly.
"Uhhhh, I'm fucking her ass," Lars grunted, worried more about coming than about the woman's anger.
Cindy continued to groan and sigh, but not all of her sounds were caused by pain. Mixed with the strange discomfort was a totally new pleasure.
"Ohmigod!" Mrs. Lucas yelled. "No! Stop, you bastard! I'll kill you for this!"
"No, Mom, no!" Cindy cried, wagging her ass back at the boy. "It's good, I want it. He's got it all the way in me, and I'm gonna come!"
"Oh, Cindy, no, no," the woman sobbed as her teenage daughter continued to hug and kiss her and rub her over stimulated cunt in time to Lars' body-shaking thrusts.
Cindy loved it when the stretched muscle of her ass drew back with Lars' cock, clinging stickily to it as if it didn't want to let go. Then that sensitive, rubbery ring rolled back in with the long, slow plunge of his throbbing prick.
"Faster, Lars, faster!" Cindy wailed. "Fuck me harder, shoot your juice and make me come!"
"Cindy!" Mrs. Lucas cried in despair as her child begged for a more brutal ass-fuck.
"Mom, Mom, you loved it! Why can't I?"
"Me?" The woman said weakly, confused. Then realization struck her. "You-you mean it wasn't a dream? All-all ... all that really happened!"
"Yeah," Lars panted. "You kept crying for a cock in your ass, sounded like you were in pain or something, so I . . . "
"Fucked my ass!" Mrs. Lucas interrupted. "My God, I thought I was dreaming. But . . . there were two, I know there were two!"
"Uh, that was me, Mom," Cindy confessed breathlessly as Lars' sawing cock worked her higher and higher. "I shoved that big rubber thing up your pussy. You were too, uh, drunk to do it yourself."
Mrs. Lucas sagged in her daughter's arms, overwhelmed by the testimony of her own degradation. "I blame myself!" she wailed. "It's my fault all this is happening. Oh, Cindy, you don't know what you're doing!"
"Ahhhhhhh, yessss!" Cindy responded, more to Lars than to her mother. "Ohh, Mom, I love-Lars, I want him to do everything to me!" She rubbed her mother's cunt with her own pussy, grinding clit to clit as she felt her orgasm beginning.
"Yes, yes, fuck! Coming ..." Her little body bucked from her mother to Lars and back as the boy slammed his spasming cock into her rippling ass. She creamed and wailed and sobbed into her mother's neck as the fiery sensations spread from her sore ass to her twitching clit. And then she felt Lars' hot thick jism splattering deep in her ass, filling her with its liquid heat.
"Ahhhhhhh," Lars sighed, feeling his limp prick beginning to fall from her wet hole. Now that he was no longer erect, she didn't seem as tight. But as his knob hit the inside of her winking asshole, she tightened and nipped him.
"Ughh!" he groaned. "Oh, Cindy, what a fuck!" His big cock popped loudly and wetly from her ass, and he rolled onto his back to try and catch his breath.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mrs. Lucas hurried to her feet and bent to look at her little girl's abused ass. Lars saw her white tits swing heavily as she bent, and noticed the red marks his fingers had made. Then he was staring at the split of her ass as it opened enticingly. He couldn't resist cupping the fat, hanging lips of her cunt as she squatted.
"Oh, baby," Mrs. Lucas groaned, "did he hurt you?" And she spread Cindy's soft asscheeks and stared at the oozing irritated ring of muscles in the center.
Then she felt Lars' hand close over her fat cunt. "Ohhhh," she groaned. "Don't!"
Cindy rolled over and stared at her mother's opulent body. Then her eyes dropped and saw Lars' fingers curling around her Mom's fat cunt. Cunt-juice was oozing out from between those fingers, looking shiny and sweet.
"Mom?" Cindy said. "You're still hot, aren't you?"
"Ohhhh, I can't help it!" The squirming woman wailed as her huge tits shook in front of her daughter's face. "He's got his fingers right in my cunt!"
Lars grinned, for although his finger were in her cunt, his thick thumb was in the crack of her ass, pressing into her wet asshole. He suddenly thought of her as a fleshy bowling ball and shoved his thumb in without warning.
"Aghhhhh!" The woman moaned, and would have fallen forward if Cindy hadn't caught her.
Lar's cock was hard again, and the sight of Mrs. Lucas' lush, red, parted lips made him horny for a blow-job. He stood up and walked in front of the kneeling woman, his long, swaying cock only inches from her face, pointing up at her forehead.
"How about a kiss?" he asked, fisting the shaft and lowering the red knob so the piss-slit pointed at her mouth.
"Oh, no! I couldn't!" the woman protested, glancing shamefacedly at Cindy.
"Come on, Mrs. Lucas. I know you want to. Don't be afraid. Cindy doesn't mind, do you?" he asked.
Cindy shook her head. The thought of Lars' fat cock stretching her mother's full lips, sawing back and forth between them, really turned her on.
"Go on, Mom," she said. "One little kiss won't hurt you."
"Those pretty red lips'll make me feel real good," Lars said, leaning forward and brushing them with his cock-head.
Mrs. Lucas moaned and pursed her full lips, giving his big dick a loud, smacking kiss. She was about to pull back when Lars grabbed her head and rammed his cock into her mouth.
"Suck,on it!" he cried, looking down at her cock-stuffed face and the two shocked, bulging eyes staring at him.
She struggled to free herself, but he held tight to her head, shoving his cock back and forth and bumping the back of her throat. Despite her years of fucking, Mrs. Lucas wasn't a cocksucker. She'd only had a cock in her mouth twice, and it had always been her husband's. He'd forced her to do it one night when he came home drunk. But she'd manag- ed to free herself just before he came and she got a load of sticky cum in her hair.
Cindy watched her mother involuntarily sucking dick. She could tell that she wasn't too experienced along that line, and offered some advice.
"Roll your lips over your teeth, Mom," she said, crawling over to her mother and grabbing both her nipples.
Mrs. Lucas resigned herself to sucking the boy, thinking she might as well get it over with. She took Cindy's advice, heard him sigh, and knew that her daughter was more experienced in that area than her. And only a teenager, she thought in dismay.
"Don't forget to tickle the bottom with your tongue," Cindy said. "And roll his nuts with your fingers."
Lars sighed and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet as the woman's soft, warm lips ran up and down the length of his quivering dick. She hated what he was doing to her, and she hated the knowledge that she was beginning to enjoy it. But most of all, she hated the fact that Cindy knew more about sucking cock than she did.
Then she felt his cock stiffen and swell, and she knew he was going to come in her mouth. no Cindy saw Lars' ass tense, heard her mother go, "Mmmmmmmm!" and she cried, "Don't swallow it, don't swallow it! Save some for me!"
Lars' heavy load of jism blasted into Mrs. Lucas' mouth, gathered between her gums and teeth, and flowed over her tongue. An incredulous expression transfixed her face as the slightly salty, musty flavor of cum penetrated her taste buds. She liked it!
When the woman began sputtering and choking, Lars pulled his jumping cock free. A glob of jism struck her nose and dripped off. Then Cindy's mouth covered his knob and literally vacuumed out the rest of Lars' jism.
Then the girl turned to her mother. A few white drops of cum appeared at the corner's of the woman's mouth, and Cindy knew that Lars' load was still there, still warm, and still waiting for her. She kissed her mother's full lips and. then slipped her tongue in, tasting Lars' sweet cum.
Lars watched as Mrs. Lucas responded to her daughter's deep, tongue-probing kiss. He saw two pink tongue flashing back and forth, exchanging his thick, gooey jism, and he realized how lucky he'd become in such a short time. And there were a hell of a lot of widows in his town!
It was late when Lars returned home, but his mother had a hot meal warming in the oven. He was surprised that she didn't scold him for being so late as he sat at the kitchen table while she served him. And as she moved around, he managed to get quite an eyeful.
After Lars had left, his mother found herself with such a hot cunt that she had to finger herself off. The glimpse she'd had of his half-naked body after the shower wouldn't leave her mind, and she had decided then and there that, right or wrong, she had to see him jerk off again.
"I'll wear something he'll really notice," she had muttered to herself, recalling how he'd stared at her breasts. If she got him hot enough, he'd build up enough cum to shoot four feet high!
So Olga had put on a halter that she hadn't worn for years, one that was too small now for her round tits. And under the short skirt she'd chosen, she wore black bikini panties that also were a bit too tight. The round cheeks of her plump white ass hung out of it, and made her feel terribly wanton.
Lars hardly tasted his food as his mother busied herself all around the kitchen. He saw her heavy tits jumping and swinging in the halter and he knew she wasn't wearing a bra. When she bent to pick up a fork she'd dropped, he nearly choked., Her round ass was almost bare, starkly revealed by her black panties.
He got a roaring hard-on under the table, and knew he had to jerk off before he went to bed. After Cindy and her mother, he'd thought his balls were emptied, done for the day-but now they were churning again. His face felt hot. He gulped down his dessert and stood up, hoping his mother wouldn't notice the big bulge in his jeans.
"Feel like watching TV with me?" Olga asked, strolling into the living room. Her ass swung as she walked. Lars followed like a puppy on a leash. Olga sat in the big, bean-bag chair opposite the sofa.
"Gee, I'm tired," she said. "It's been a long day. If I fall asleep, don't wake me, OK?"
Lars agreed, and sat down on the sofa, pretending to watch the television. But with his mother's knees more than a foot apart as she slouched in the chair with her eyes closed, he slowly turned his head to get a good look. Jeez! He could see a bunch of blonde curls poking out from the sides of her bulging panty crotch.
For the next half-hour or so, Olga shifted around on the big bean-bag, pretending to be asleep, but really doing all she could to give Lars a good show. Her halter had pushed up with her movements, exposing her bare belly, and now her legs were really spread, the skirt up high and her heels almost at the sides of her ass.
Lars' legs were stretched out in front of him as he rubbed his cock through his pants, waiting for the show to continue. He could see the plumpness of his mother's cunt-lips through her black panties, and the bottoms of her ass, and her big tits shuddered heavily with her breathing.
Finally, he gathered his courage and went over to her. Dropping to his knees before her, he gazed excitedly at her completely exposed panties. He saw that they were damp, and lust surged through his loins.
Olga struggled to keep her breathing slow and regular. It hadn't been part of her plan for him to approach her this way. She'd only hoped he'd jerk off on the couch so she could watch him through lowered lids. But now he was kneeling right in front of her, staring at the most forbidden part of his mother's body.
All of a sudden, she felt a feathery touch through her panties. She lifted her lids very slightly, prepared to see the horrible sight of his hand between her thighs. But the touch was so warm.
Gradually, she began to see past her skirt stretched between her legs. Where was Lars? And then she knew! He was kissing her cunt through her panties. The light touch and warmth she felt were her own son's lips and tongue.
Horror, fear, excitement ... all these and other emotions surged through her. God, how she loved to be eaten, and how she needed it now that Cindy had awakened her desires. But she couldn't let her own son . . .
Or could she?
If he didn't know she was letting him, perhaps no one would be hurt. It wouldn't be as if she were actually a willing participant. And Lars, thinking that she were sleeping, would receive even more enjoyment by believing that he was getting away with something.
She stirred, groaned, pretending that she was waking, but gave Lars plenty of time to get back to the sofa. Then she yawned, stretched, and announced that she was going to get ready for bed. Lars held a magazine on his lap to hide his massive hard-on, hoping she wouldn't remark on his red face.
"I guess I'll turn in, too," he said, following her up the stairs and watching her ass. Visions of Mrs. Thompson bending over were replaced with his mother in that position.
"I think I'll take a sleeping pill tonight," Olga said. "I don't want to wake up, I'm so tired. In fact, I think I'll take two so nothing at all will wake me."
Lars heart pounded. Two sleeping pills! He knew his Mom was as good as dead when she took just one. All of a sudden, his plans of jerking off were shunted to one side, and a nasty, depraved plan put a little smile on his lips.
Tonight, he was finally going to have the chance to see that gorgeous body he'd admired for so many years!
Lars went to his room and waited. He heard her in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, and his cock strained against his pants. He skinned them off, pulled his T-shirt over his head and stood naked except for his socks. He turned out the light in his room and opened his door an inch.
A few minutes later, Olga opened the bathroom door and stood with the light shining through her shorty nightgown. Lars hadn't seen her in it before, and he caught his breath as her slender, big-titted body was paraded for him as she walked to her room.
Olga's heart pounded in her chest as she leaped onto her bed and flung herself down. She hiked the nighty up to her waist, revealing the magnificent twin mounds of her white ass, and pretended to be asleep.
She didn't have long to wait. About ten minutes later, Lars opened her door and called her name. And she didn't answer, he switched on the light.
"Uh!" she heard him gasp as he stared at her exposed asscheeks.
Olga knew she had a nice ass, but the main reason she had chosen this position was so Lars wouldn't be able to see her face so well. She wasn't sure she could control her expressions if what she thought-and hoped-was going to happen, happened.
She felt the bed sag as her son crawled on. Then she felt him take one ankle and part her legs even farther. Then his hand ran up one bare thigh and brushed her cunt.
"Oh, Jeez!" she heard him mutter, and his heavy breathing increased her excitement.
Olga knew the prominent bulge of her cunt was visible under her ass as Lars gripped and spread her other leg. She felt her body grow hot at the thought of her own son staring at the moist, bright pink, hair-framed cunt-flaps running through her open crotch.
Lars didn't waste any time getting down to business. Now that he was finally viewing his gorgeous mother's blonde-haired cunt, he groaned with pleasure, breathless with incestuous excitement. His Mom's fleshy cunt was beautiful!
Trembling with anticipation, he placed his thumbs on either side of the plump, pink lips and gently spread them, exposing the narrow, red-rimmed mouth of her cunt. He inhaled deeply and let his tongue hang out. He loved the odor of her hairy cunt. He leaned in to close his lips around the soft, fleshy pussy-petals at the bottom half of her cunt.
Olga couldn't lay still for that even though she had hoped-and had expected-it to happen. She moaned and her hips began squirming as her son began sucking her cunt furiously. Then she felt his hands gripping the trembling cheeks of her full, white ass.
"Ahhhhhh ..." she groaned as Lars pushed her ass-mounds apart as his lips feasted on her cunt. He licked in with his tongue and his face was suddenly drenched with her thick juices. I'm creaming all over his tongue! she thought excitedly. She couldn't stop her ass from hunching as he licked deeper into her pouting, twitching cunt.
Lars knew his mom was enjoying his cunt-sucking, even in her sleep. Her soft, fat-lipped cunt was running like a river over his tongue. As he lapped her wrinkled, juicy folds, he felt them quiver.
"Unhhhhhh," Olga groaned', the soft flesh of her ass shaking under his hands as she squirmed ecstatically. She could feel his hot lips gently nibbling her hot cunt, and it was better than it ever had been in her life!
Then, as she felt him part her ass wider, she almost tensed with shameful anticipation, remembering what he had written in the porno mags. Would he actually . . . ?
"Ah, ah, oh, God!" she gasped aloud, not caring if he heard. She couldn't believe it! Her son's tongue was wetly circling her throbbing, helplessly exposed asshole. She had never dreamed such exquisite, overwhelming sensations were possible.
Lars lashed his hot, flicking tongue-tip through the damp split of his Mom's squirming ass, loving the texture of her satin-smooth flesh and the pungent aroma of her juicy cunt. He heard her cry, but believed she still slept soundly.
Olga panted and trembled in an orgy of cunt-sucking and ass-licking for half an hour, bouncing her gorgeous ass up at her son's face and building her lust up toward a gigantic orgasm.
But Lars finally lifted his head. His handsome, boyish face was shiny with her cunt-juice, and some of it dripped from his chin. His cock stood out in front of him like a stick of dynamite. Taking his time land moving carefully, he rolled his mother's limp, unresisting body over until she was on her back.
Olga's face was on fire, and she hoped Lars would attribute it to unconscious sexual excitement and not embarrassment. No one who was sleeping could be embarrassed. She wanted to swallow, for her throat was dry, but she was afraid he would see her throat move and then wonder. She knew that he could see most of her big tits, under her tousled nighty, and she was glad they had stayed so firm and upstanding.
Lars' nuts felt like lead weights as he knelt over his mom's sleeping form. The gorgeous tits he'd been admiring for such a long time were like large, heavy, pear-shaped pendants on her chest, sticking up to a marvelous degree and sagging to the sides only slightly.
He gripped her nighty and pushed it up to her neck. "Oh, Jeez!" he gasped reverently. His mom's bare, hanging tits! He'd never seen tits so big, not even in magazines! He'd seen the sales receipt for a bra she'd had some woman make for her, but just reading the words, "39 Double-D," hadn't prepared him for such a pair of whoppers. The skin was milk-white, completely untanned, and her large, pebbly areolas were almost as big as Cindy's tits!
The large, dark-red knobs jutting from their centers were stiff and hard, and he saw an indention on the top of each nipple. Lars cupped both of his mother's soft, warm tits and felt her big nipples digging hotly into his sweaty palms. He pushed and rolled the firm, spongy flesh around on her chest. Olga groaned again.
Paying no attention to his mother's continuing grunts of animal passion, Lars lowered his head and sucked in one stiff nipple. He rolled the hot, rubbery lump with his tongue and then scrubbed the pebbly surface of her areola. He let his face sink into the pillowy softness of her great-tasting tit and sighed with contentment.
This was what he'd needed all these years-to nurse on his mom's fat tits like a little baby. Maybe it was some deep, dark memory of his infancy, when she'd fed him warm milk from these same tits. Lars felt as if he could lie there half the night, doing nothing but sucking tit!
CHAPTER NINE
Olga's nerves were drawn taut as her son's lips and tongue worked over her throbbing nipple. She knew she couldn't take much more of his sweet torment without making some sort of response. She wished he'd jam some fingers into her sopping cunt and bring her off.
She groaned again and mumbled as if having a dream, and threw her arms around his shoulders. Lars froze momentarily, then relaxed as he saw that she wasn't waking up. He started licking her nipple again and her arms tightened around him.
Cripes! he thought. She's having a sexy dream! Wonder if she thinks I'm Dad . . .
Lars felt her knees sliding up past his ribs until she was wide open and positioned for a good fucking. Her eyes were still closed as her hands slipped down his muscular back and rubbed his lean ass. He felt her juicy cunt against his belly and knew she was ready to take in all of his fat cock. Jeez, he should have slipped her some sleeping pills years ago!
Suddenly, she was pulling him up higher on her body, her lips blindly searching for his. He let her find them, and then they were kissing and hugging and moaning. He nearly went crazy as her soft, warm, wiggly tongue slipped into his mouth.
Lars shoved his own tongue down his mother's throat as they Frenched, and found that she kissed better than any girl he'd ever been with. Jeez, his own mother knew more about modern kissing than girls half her age and younger.
He slid one hand down to her soft ass while they were kissing, and he lovingly fondled one round cheek as their tongue slapped together. His cock was burning a brand into her belly, and she could feel slippery pre-cum being smeared all around her deep navel.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, and threw one leg across Lars' thigh.
The incest-crazed teenager was in seventh heaven as he saw and felt his sleeping mother responding to his hot cock. He slipped his hand from her ass across her hip and into the wet blonde curls above her steamy pussy-flaps.
"Ahhhh, yesssss!" Olga hissed, widening her thighs until the plump red flesh peeled apart and exposed the wrinkled, raw, inner pussy-lips swimming in a pool of cunt-juice.
His fingers slid through her soft curls, and he noticed how much more silky they were than Mrs. Thompson's. She had a nice bush, but it was kinkier, and more tangled. Even Cindy's Mom had a wiry beaver compared to his mother's blonde cunt-fluff.
Then he eased his fingers through her fat-lipped crack and entered her narrow hole. It was hot and full of slippery cunt-juice. As he started frigging her, she slowly lifted her hips to meet his thrust. When he pulled out, her ass sank down into the bed and squirmed in little circles.
"My . . . my . . . clit!" she moaned. "Oh, play with my clit," she pleaded. ' 'Please!"
Lars figured she was telling her dream-lover what she wanted, and that when she woke in the morning she'd think she had finger-fucked herself in her sleep, accounting for the stained bedsheets. So he moved his hand up and took her stiff clit between forefinger and thumb and began rolling it savagely.
"Ahh! My clit! Yesss, ohhhh, wowwww!" Olga exclaimed, thrashing her body and sending her huge tits slapping up and down on her chest with meaty smacks.
When Lars saw how excited his mother was, his own excitement increased tremendously. He felt her clawing at his back, at his bare ass, and the marks she left felt wonderful. He knew she was trying to slide him into position for a fucking, and knew that this was the time he'd been waiting for. He was going to stick his prick into his mother's hot, greasy hole. Not some woman's mouth or ass-but a cunt! Finally, he was going to shove his hard, painfully throbbing dick into the welcoming warmth and snugness of his own mother's cunt and fuck her ass off!
In the back of her mind, Olga had always known her wanton exposure and pretended slumber would lead to her son fucking her, she just hadn't admitted it. But it didn't take a genius to realize that no normal teenager was going to be satisfied with just sucking her tits and eating her pussy when her cunt was open and available for his cock.
Groaning with unbearable excitement, Lars threw his weight down upon his writhing mother, grabbing her upraised legs and throwing them roughly over her shoulders until her heels touched the back of his neck. He looked down between their bodies and saw the mind-boggling sight of his mother's milky, upturned ass completely exposed. Her wide-lipped, pouting cunt gaped invitingly. Just below it, the pink, wet ring of her asshole stared sightlessly at his rigid, thumping prick.
Olga's self-control vanished. She felt terribly vulnerable and depraved, opening herself like this to her own son. But as the hot, fleshy length of his adolescent cock rested in the pink, quviering slit of her soaking pussy, she opened her eyes and groaned. "Ohhhhhhhh, Lars . . . "
The boy's eagerness to fuck his mother didn't lessen with his realization that she was awake. His over stimulated cock was dribbling long, clear strings of pre-cum as its swollen head pulsed above her clit. He pulled back a bit, allowing his fat cock-knob to slide down to the hole, and he groaned as he felt her soft, hot lips part. She was so hot down there, his cock felt like it was roasting.
Olga whimpered with lust and her fingers pulled at the sides of her cunt, trying to open her elastic-rimmed hole for him. His cock-knob flattened a bit. Then her pussy gave way and his prick sank into her tight pussy. As soon as Lars' prick felt her hot, clinging cunt-tissues sucking at his fat cock-head, his mind blanked out.
All that mattered was fucking, shoving his aching cock into his mother's squirming cunt, spreading her tight tunnel with his girth, and shooting the heavy load he'd built up.
"Wawwwwww!" Olga cried as her loving son sank his incest-inflamed cock all the way into her tight pussy. It had been so long since she'd been fucked that she felt like a virgin on her wedding night. His huge cock-head was expanding the long-unused walls of her cunt, and she felt his balls slap resoundingly against her tender asshole.
"Aghhhhhh, God!" she screamed as her teenage son impaled her with the fat stake of his cock. His giant cock was spreading her cunt-depths as never before in her life, and her face contorted with agony and ecstasy.
Lars lifted up and stared down at the mortar and pestle image of their joined crotches. His mother's plump, bright-pink pussy-lips were tautly stretched around the base of his cock, clinging to his vein-crossed shaft desperately.
He watched her squirming beneath him, and he could feel her cunt-muscles gripping and relaxing as she involuntarily flexed them in an effort to relieve the pressure of his fucking prick.
She lifted her flushed face and looked into his eyes. Lars smiled and slapped his belly against hers, driving his cock all the way into her cunt. "Ummmphhhhh!" Olga grunted as his prick lodged deep in her pussy, her cunt contracted and snapped at him as he pumped his cock furiously, making loud zipping, sucking noises. She humped up to meet every hard thrust of his driving cock-meat.
"Ahhh, oh, God, Lars!" Olga wailed as her handsome son set a slow, steady rhythm to his fucking. Her cunt-tunnel throbbed in time to his driving dick. Then he bent his head and kissed her lips and neck and bouncing tits.
Olga's beautiful face was bathed in sweat, and her heavy tits wobbled sensuously under her son's kisses. His hungry, nibbling lips feasted on her fat tit-flesh, leaving little red marks and making her hard nipples throb painfully.
Then Lars slid his hands to the cheeks of her shaking ass, gripping them so tightly that the soft white flesh oozed between his strong fingers. He pulled her into every thrust, sinking the last quarter-inch of his fat cock-shaft into her drooling, fluttering cunt.
"Is it good, Mom?" he finally asked, his numbed mind just now realizing that if she was awake, then she knew what was going on, and there was no need to be quiet.
"Oooohhhhhh . . .yes, Lars, yes!" she cried, rotating her full hips and making his long cock scrape the throbbing walls of her steamy cunt. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
He felt her muscles contracting again and held himself still for a moment. "Ahh, Jeez, Mom!"'he groaned. "You're milking me! I-I'm gonna shoot!"
"Ohhh, ohhh, not yet!" she cried frantically. "Wait for me!"
Lars slid one finger into the hot, wet crack of her ass and searched out her winking ass-ring. It was so soft and warm, so smooth, and he could feel it pulsing in time with her hunching and his thrusting. He pressed into her asshole with no warming and felt the spongy, clinging flesh yield and part.
"Yahh!" Olga gasped as her son goosed her, hunching up harder against his down-thrusting cock.
"Huhhhhhh ..." she groaned as he worked his finger around, spreading the wrinkled muscle of her ass and scraping the supersensitive lining of her asshole. Then he slipped another finger in and she whimpered uncontrollably.
Lars smiled and sent his other hand to her clit. He pinched the stiff red button and fucked and goosed her hard. Within seconds, she was squirming her ass-muscles joyously around the two fingers in her ass and bucking her spasming cunt to meet his swelling dick.
"Agh! Here it comes!" he cried, pumping as his balls spewed a boiling load of jism down the length of his cock. He sprayed her cunt with what felt to her like gallons of hot cum.. She remembered the force of his cum-blast when she'd watched him masturbating on the bed and positively drooled at the thought of that strong, steady stream filling her contracting pussy.
A flood of thick, milky jism poured from the cock-stuffed lips of her cunt and ran down to his pumping fingers. The cum coated them on the outstroke and was shoved inside her asshole. His goosing increased and Olga wailed ecstastically, her body heaving spasmodically.
"Awwwww, Mommmmm!" Lars groaned, and collapsed on top of her big tits as the last of his load dribbled out of his cock.
"Uhhhhh," Olga sighed, her sweat-shiny body quivering with tiny spasms. She drew his mouth to hers, shoved her tongue inside and kissed him passionately as she felt his dwindling, still-thick cock sliding from her satisfied cunt. She was filled with her son's thick, hot cum. It was overflowing the slack lips of her pussy, and she was soooo happy!
"Oh, kiss me, kiss me!" she mumbled into Lars' mouth as she Frenched him and felt her tits squeezing out between them. Lars didn't close his eyes as they kissed, and neither did his mother. Both knew, and wanted to know, who it was they were kissing, and their eyes told it all.
Mother and son slept together that night, waking once when Lars felt his cock trapped in the hot crevice of her ass. He slid it down to her cunt and started fucking her. Olga sighed, hunched her ass back at him slowly, and they managed to make it last a long time before they were both shaking and bawling and blowing their incestuous mind with another orgasm.
The next morning, Lars got up first and went to the bathroom. Olga rolled on the bed and missed him. It was amazing how quickly she became accustomed to someone sleeping with her again, even missing him when he wasn't there.
Lars was shaking a few drops of piss from his dick when his mother walked in. He stared at the fleshy globes of her upstanding, pendant tits and felt his cock twitch. Those magnificent, big-nippled tits were swinging and dancing in front of him enticingly. He was about to reach for them when she turned.
The milk-white moons of her luscious ass trembled before him, perfectly shaped and looking kissing-sweet, when Olga spoke up. She must have been reading his mind, for the first thing she said that morning was, "I read what you wrote about my ... my ass in your porno magazines, Lars," she said hesitantly.
"Oh?" He shook his lengthening prick.
"Yes. At first, I thought it was . . . awful, but after last night I'm ... I'm curious. You, uh, didn't get around to kissing me there like you wrote about, you know."
Since Cindy'd tongued her asshole, Olga was anxious to receive the same thrills from her son, but she couldn't let him know that someone-and his own girlfriend at that!-had beat him to her tender asshole.
"Sure I did, Mom, while I was eating your cunt! Or were you really asleep during that?"
"Oh, my! I must've been so excited I never noticed. Or else all that's happened since has driven it right out of my mind. You'll have to refresh my memory," she said, shaking her ass at him.
"I'd love to!" he said. "Bend over and spread your cheeks for me and I'll do it right now!"
Olga couldn't help feeling a twinge of embarrassment as she bent and stuck out her ass for her son's visual and oral enjoyment. She knew it was depraved even between husband and wife, but for a mother to ask her own son to tongue her asshole was about as dirty as you could get.
"Is-is it nicer than Cindy's?" she couldn't help asking.
Lars hesitated. As far as he was concerned, they were both great. But his mother's was pinker, and smoother.
"That's not fair," he said.
"I know, but I can't help being curious."
"Well, I guess yours is more thrilling 'cause you're my mom. And your ass is bigger, too."
"You like big asses, Lars?"
"Not fat ones, but yours is great, just right!"
"Then kiss it, Lars," she moaned, spreading her cheeks wide.
"Ahhhhhh, God, that feels good!" she cried as his hot, wet tongue probed lightly at the wrinkled center of her ass. It tightened involuntarily when the tip tried to wiggle inside, so he laved the smooth pucker with the flat of his tongue until she was trembling and sighing with pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, Lars," she moaned, feeling the fire in her cunt growing. She was going to cum just from his warm tongue working over the tingling lips of her shitter.
"Mom," Lars said, withdrawing his tongue. "There was something else in those porn mags. Did you see what it was?"
Olga groaned and waved her ass at him, silently begging for more. "Nuhhhhh . . . I'm almost there, lick my ass, fuck my ass. Ohhhh, God, tongue-fuck my assssss!"
"Mom!" Lars shouted, shocking her out of her pre-orgasmic delirium.
"Mom, do you remember what else was in the porn mags?"
"Oh!" Olga remembered. The picture of the big-titted older woman and the young boy kneeling behind her . . . about to fuck her asshole!
"Lars! I don't know if I-I could. You're so big! Won't it hurt?"
"I fucked Cindy's asshole, and she's a hell of a lot smaller than you," Lars said. "She loved it, came like you wouldn't believe!" He didn't think it would be a good idea to mention he'd also ass-fucked Cindy's mother. And Mrs. Thompson would also remain a secret.
"Cindy loved it?" Olga said weakly, trying to imagine Lars' monstrous cock squeezing into the little hole she'd rubbed with the tip of her nose. What an impossible fit!
"Yeah, she came with me all the way up her ass," Lars said, "and she was yellin' like crazy, beggin' me for more, and saying how great it was!"
Olga's mind filled with scene after scene of that little girl bent over with Lars on her back, his enormous cock splitting her asshole savagely. She felt her ass-ring spasm in sympathy, and loosen with her perverse anticipation.
"I-I guess we could try," she said weakly, the blood rushing to her face.
"Great!" Lars exclaimed. "But let's do it on the bed. Your knees'll hurt on this floor."
Glancing over her shoulder, Olga saw her son study her plump white ass as the cheeks rolled and jiggled with her every step. She swayed her ass for his enjoyment and felt her cunt begin to drip with excitement. Even if the buggering hurt her, or the attempt wasn't successful, the mere fact that a mother was going to let her own son try something so forbidden and so dirty was enough to make the blonde's cunt heat up and stiffen her clit.
"OK," Lars said. "Get on your hands and knees with your ass facing the edge of the bed. I'll fuck you standing up. It'll be easier that way."
Olga tremblingly obeyed, lowering her head and sticking the bulging white globes of her ass high in the air. She knew her cunt was pouting wetly, hanging visibly beneath her asscheeks, and she thrust her arms out straight in front of her, curving her back so her ass was even more prominently displayed.
Lars licked his lips and aimed his heavily pulsating cock at the tiny, hairless ring of pink flesh which guarded the entrance to her snug brown asshole. He rubbed the broad, oozing head of his cock around her wrinkled ass-ring, then centered it and pressed into the resisting hole.
"Ohhhhh," Olga gasped as she felt her son leaning his weight against his cock. She tried to relax, to open her muscles for him. But all she could do was groan as she felt his stiff prick pushing back the rim of her puckered shitter.
Lars gripped the soft, flaccid cheeks surrounding his dusky cock-knob and dragged them far apart. Her asshole stretched a bit, allowing his cock-head to slip in an inch or so.
"Aghhhhh! Oh, God it hurrrrrts!" Olga moaned. "It-it's too big, it won't fit! Oh, God, son, take it out, pleeeeease!"
CHAPTER TEN
"Ok, Mom," Lars said. "I think there's another way we can do it."
"Oh, Lars, no. Please. You're just too big!" she wailed. "I-I'll suck you off, I haven't done that ..."
"That sounds great, Mom, but I want to fuck you in the ass, too. Jeez, if little Cindy can take it, you ought to be able to ... "
"Somebody talkin' about me?" Cindy asked from the doorway.
"Oh!" Olga squealed, holding one hand up to her mouth.
Lars also jumped with surprise, and he wondered if his teenage girlfriend was going to be jealous and throw a fit. He certainly didn't expect her to do what she did.
"Gee, Lars, it's not very nice of you not to include me in the fun," she said, walking up to his mother and grabbing one of her tits. She bent her head and covered a big nipple with her pretty red lips.
Olga groaned and her hands came up to cup the little girl's head. She rocked back and forth as Cindy gurgled with pleasure, sucking like a baby on the hard, extended nipple. Her other hand located Olga's other tit and started jiggling it in her palm.
"Jeez!" Lars exclaimed, his cock getting even harder. "I didn't think you ..." He was going to say, "swing that way," when he remembered how his girlfriend had sucked her mother's cunt with all the gusto of a wino at a bottle of muscatel.
"Mom?" he said. "Do you go for this, too?"
"Oh, Lars," she groaned. "Cindy's mouth feels sooooo good on me. I-I didn't want to, at first, but now I can't help myself. But I want you, Lars, I really do. I want that big cock of yours as much as ever."
Cindy slurped off Olga's nipple, leaving it shiny and wet. "Me, too, Lars. You know I didn't change just because I licked my Mom's pussy, so-"
"You licked your mother's pussy?" Olga exclaimed.
"Yeah, Lars watched me do it. He fucked Mom in the ass, too, didn't you, Lars? You should have been there. Mom shook and yelled, and really blasted Off once he loosened her up and things got slippery."
Olga looked at her son. He grinned shamefacedly, then shrugged. "She begged for it, Mom, and I just couldn't resist. I'd never fucked an ass before, and hers was there, just waiting for it ... "
"Oh, hell," Olga sighed. "Who am I to be jealous? Cindy and I had a little party without you, too."
"Huh?"
Olga nodded for Cindy to continue. The girl said, "Well, I came over looking for you and caught your Mom finger-fucking herself on your bed. I was already horny, and she looked so good. Well, one thing sorta led to another."
"That was because I saw your porno magazines, Lars," Olga said. "I got so worked up thinking about your cock, and the things you'd written, I just couldn't resist Cindy."
"Jeez, and to think I left those magazines there so you'd get hot for me! Instead, Cindy winds up reaping my benefits!"
His cock was like an axe handle from all this horny talk, and he waved it at his mother. "Come on, Mom, I still want to get this up your ass. Cindy'll help, won't you?"
Cindy nodded eagerly. "I sure will!" she said, looking at the beautiful, big-titted blonde. "I'll lick her ass and get it nice and juicy for your big cock!"
"Ohhhh, Cindy!" Olga moaned. "You're making me awful hot talking that way."
"Hah, wait'll I stick my tongue up your asshole," the girl giggled. "Then we'll see what hot's really like!"
"Mom, we'll try it a better way, this time. I'll lie on the bed and you squat over me. That way you can control how quick it goes in you, and when."
Somewhat reluctantly, but urged on by her son and the horny teenage girl, Olga climbed onto the bed and straddled her son's waist. Her ass flared out, facing him, and as she bent, her nipples dragged across his knees.
"Sit up more, Mom," he said. "Your asshole's not angled right when you lean forward like that."
Olga straightened, her naked ass poised above his towering hard-on. Cindy crawled on her belly up to the incestuous couple and pro-ceded to lick Lars' dripping cock and Olga's asshole with the same swipe. Both groaned at the warm touch.
"I'll hold your cock," the girl told Lars.
He watched as Cindy rubbed his spit-slick cock around his mother's trembling ass. Then she held the blunt knob under the stretched pink ring.
"Go on," Lars said hoarsely. "Sit on it!"
"Oh, yesss," Olga groaned. "I-I want to see what it's like. But it's so biggg . . . ahhhh, oh, God, it's splitting me open! It's tearing meeeee!"
"That's it!" Cindy cried. "Wait till it's all the way in your ass. You'll love it!"
"Unggggg!" The pain was almost too much for Olga to bear. The tightly stretched ring of her ass burned terribly as her son's fat, punishing cock skewered her narrow shitter.
Lars hunched his lips, ramming the full length of his long cock into his mother's squirming ass. They both groaned as he forced his way into that tight, rubbery passage.
"Ohh, Goddd!" Olga screamed as she felt her son's pubic hair grinding into the terribly stretched ring of her asshole. He had all of it in her! She rested her weight on his groin and felt his enormous cock throbbing in her poor, aching bowels.
"Like it?" Cindy asked, rubbing Olga's asscheeks and digging beneath them to run a finger around the stretched ring at the base of Lars' buried cock.
"Nuhhhhh ..." Olga groaned. The girl's finger felt like a hot poker as it rubbed her asshole.
"I-I've done it, Lars!" she shouted. "I've got your cock in my ass!"
"I know," Lars grinned. "And it feels better than Cindy's mother's. No offense," he told the girl, "but your mom's not as tight. Probably 'cause she's had it before."
Cindy shrugged. "Doesn't bother me," she said, "but I never had it before you, so how about I put you on the spot and ask which of us is better?"
Lars hemmed and hawed, and finally had to say his mother's was better because she was the tightest. "You know I didn't have much trouble with you, Cindy," he said. "But you're still my girl, nothing's changed."
"That's what you think!" a woman's voice called out. Olga and the two kids turned to see Mrs. Lucas standing in the doorway.
"I figured Cindy'd hurry over here this early for just one thing," the woman smiled. "And after tasting it, I can't say I blame her. But she can't hog it all to herself, not now." She looked at Olga's cunt pouting between her parted thighs as the blonde sat on Lars' lap. "Can't say I blame you, Olga," she said, taking her clothes off. "I didn't think much of incest before, but after Cindy and Lars finished with me, I can't blame you for joining in."
"Hey," Lars said. "I've only got one cock! You three'll kill me!"
"The dildo's in my purse," Cindy's mother said, "and the harness that goes with it. When you get tired, we women can help each other out."
"And if you're not good," Cindy giggled, "I'll have Mom use that big rubber thing on you!"
"Come on, Olga," Mrs. Lucas laughed. "Don't just sit there like a bump on a log. Enjoy yourself. Start fuckin'!"
Olga immediately lifted up until Lars' knob lay just inside her ass-ring. She thrilled, having all these eyes on her as she fucked her ass on her son's cock. She lowered her split asscheeks, feeling his fat knob pushing its way through her spongy, clinging tissues, filling her snug back-passage with its pulsating hardness.
"I'll play with your balls and your mom's asshole while you fuck her," Cindy said, climbing over Lars' face and lowering herself onto it. Her soft buns covered his eyes, and his mouth was kissed by her pouting pussy. He licked out and dug in, loving her tasty cunt.
"And I'll suck your cunt, dear," Mrs. Lucas told Olga, shoving her face between the pumping blonde's soft, warm thighs.
Olga felt the fire in her twin crotch-holes increase as Cindy fingered her sore, stretched asshole and the woman's tongue drilled in deeper.
"Oh, God!" she cried, grabbing her flopping tits as they slapped heavily on her chest. Her eyes opened wide as her fleshy asscheeks slapped steadily against his crotch and belly. There was no more pain, now, and her asshole was surprisingly wet. She lifted and dropped faster and faster, making it extremely difficult for Mrs. Lucas to keep her tongue in place.
"Ugh!" she grunted as the woman's tongue slipped up and hit her extended clit. "Yes, yes, suck my clit!" she cried. "Suck it hard!"
"Wahhhhh!" Cindy screamed as Lars' active tongue made her climax. She squirmed her cute ass all over his face, smearing it with her hot cunt-juice. He lifted her off and told her to get the dildo from her mother's purse. And the harness.
"Mom, Mom," he said, raising up and grabbing her shoulders on the downstroke. "Hold it a minute, I've got a surprise for you."
Olga groaned and shivered around his cock. He whined as he pulled her backward until she was lying on his chest. He reached around and gathered both her fat tits in his hands.
"Spread your legs," he told his groaning mother. "Cindy's going to fuck you!"
"Uhh," Olga groaned. His cock felt even bigger in this position, and she knew everyone could see the wide-stretched ring of her ass pulsing around his thick shaft. Above it, her sloppy wet cunt gaped hungrily, and her clit was pointing up and twitching like a beckoning finger.
"Here it comes!" Cindy cried out, laughing, walking up to the bed with the huge rubber cock strapped to her hips and sticking out in front of her pussy like an enormous hard-on.
"Ohmigod!" Olga groaned. "My ass and cunt at the same time?"
"Yep," Lars grinned. "And Mrs. Lucas is going to squat over us and we're both gonna eat her. I'll take her ass, you get her cunt, then we'll switch. And Cindy can suck your tits while she fucks you. How's that for a great way to start the day?"
Cindy's mother was quick to scramble above their faces. She presented her soft, round ass to Lars and her dripping, hairy cunt to Olga. Olga curled her tongue up and took a taste, and found it just as good as Cindy's. Tangier, more mature, but very exciting!
Cindy aimed the big rubber prick at Olga's open cunt and shoved it in. The busty blonde groaned and lifted her hips. Cindy sank all the way down and took one of the tits that Lars held up to her eager mouth.
Lars started hunching as soon as he felt the dildo rubbing him through the thin membrane separating his mother's twin channels. He fucked her ass fast and hard, feeling the rubbery ring of her ass rolling in and sucking out with each thrust.
Tilting his chin, he ran his tongue through Mrs. Lucas' ass-crack. He quickly located her soft, tasty asshole and began rimming it. She groaned and squirmed on his face as Olga's tongue lashed the hanging lips of her hairy pussy.
Cindy was getting more pleasure out of fucking Lars' mother than she would have thought possible. The base of the dildo kept bumping her hard clit and sent thrills all through her cunt. She knew if she kept it up long enough she would cum.
But Olga didn't wait for her. The fat-titted blonde began wailing and thrashing wildly as her cunt and asshole spasmed at the same time. She arched her back up at the rubber prick, then slammed her ass down to swallow more of her son's asshole-fucking cock.
"Yahhhhhh!" she screamed as Lars' climax arrived seconds later. She was racked with the thrills of a second orgasm. She could feel her son's hot, thick jism squirting deep into her bowels, filling her narrow, cock-stuffed ass-passage with soothing warmth. He groaned and thrust up one more time, and she felt some of his cum oozing from the tightly locked ring of her ass.
Cindy pulled the rubber cock from Olga's cunt and it made a loud, slurping sound. She unstrapped it and knelt between the woman's thighs, fingering herself as she bent her head to lick at the cunt-juice-filled hole and the drops of white cum leaking from the well-fucked ass beneath.
Using her thumb and first finger, she pulled Lars' limp cock from his mother's asshole with a wet, sucking noise. She looked at it with her tongue lolling out. Then she sucked it into her warm, wet mouth and cleaned it off.
Lars groaned and felt his balls beginning to churn. Then his prick was released and Cindy's tongue was working over his mother's dripping ass, gathering up his seeping cum.
"Cindy," he called, pulling himself away from Mrs. Lucas and his mother.
The girl came up to him and he whispered to her. "Phone Mrs. Thompson," he said quickly. "Her number's in the back of the phone book. Tell her to come over here right away. Tell her Lars says he needs a dirty old lady."
Cindy stared at him, then giggled. "You've been a busy little bugger, haven't you?" she said. "Are you gonna be too busy to pop my cherry today?"
Lars looked at the nubile, pert-titted teenage girl standing before him with his jism and his mother's cunt-juice on her lips. He thought about how well those lips sucked his cock, and what a nice asshole she had for fucking, and that she was a virgin. There weren't many of them around, today.
And she really loved him, he could tell. Not only that, his mother liked him, and her mother liked him, and he liked fucking all three of them.
"Tell you what," he said. "I just might have time to stick my tired Old cock in your little pussy today. How's that sound?"
She looked up at him with moist eyes. "Oh, Lars," she whispered happily. "Does that mean . . . ?"
"Yeah, honey," he said, wrapping his strong arms around her. "I guess I love you, too. But we're not gonna talk about marriage until you're a lot older."
She snuggled up to him. "That's OK with me, Lars," she said. "I'm so happy I could cry."
"Don't do that," he protested. "Your mom'll think something's wrong. Now go and phone Mrs. Thompson, huh? And remember to say just what I told you."
"That you need a dirty old lady?"
"Yeah. She oughta shake her ass when she hears that."
"And then what, Lars? You gonna fuck my pussy while somebody's squatting on your face, or shovin' a cunt in my mouth?"
"No way. We're going off by ourselves, and all we're gonna take with us is a picnic lunch and a big bottle of baby oil."
"Baby oil! Whatever for?"
Lars smiled. "You'll see, honey, you'll see!" He patted her ass and watched it wiggle away toward the hall phone.
Then he turned his mind to the erotic combinations that were going to take place involving his mother, Mrs. Lucas and Mrs. Thompson. He's stack them one on top of the other, ass up and legs spread. Then he'd stand between those three pairs of legs and fuck each cunt and asshole in turn for as long as he could.
"Lars," Olga called. "What are you daydreaming about? Don't you know there're two hungry women over here?"
"What are you hungry for?" he asked, hefting his cock in one hand and shaking it.
"Well, I did promise to suck you off," Olga said, licking her lips.
"You've already had more of it than me," Cindy's mother protested.
"Hey, you can share it," Lars said. "Just get on your knees on each side of me and start sucking and licking."
That was the action Cindy saw when she returned. The two women were kissing each other with Lars' fat prick wedged between their lips. His rosy, dripping head peered out at her and she sat in front of it, between the two women, and sucked on the very tip.
No one heard the front doorbell ringing impatiently. Finally, the downstairs door opened and steps were heard.
"Oh, nooooooo!" Mrs. Thompson wailed.
Lars' magnificent cock was jerking and spurting, and jism was flying all over the place. But there was none for her, because the two older women and a young girl were scrambling all over for the shooting wads of cum.
When the incestuous group settled down, they heard the bedsprings creaking. Mrs. Thompson was spread-eagled, her dress hiked up to her waist and her panties down around her knees. She was running Mrs. Lucas' dildo in and out of her gaping, well-lubricated cunt with little squishing noises. Her eyes were closed and she was snorting with ecstasy.
"Now that," Cindy said unkindly, "is what I call a real dirty old lady!"