The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party takes on all corners, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who surreptitiously joins the neighborhood mate swappers.
Sharon is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her lie taboo desires she is powerless to control, desires that haunt and plague her without mercy.
Mom's Wild Urge is a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Warm waves of pleasure crept through Sharon's limp body. Milky come oozed from her gaping cunt, trickling slowly down over the swell of her ass and disappearing between the full firm cheeks. She lay motionless, savoring the glow that engulfed her body. Tiny shivers rose from her pulsing slit and fluttered up her backbone.
The bed creaked softly as the male body rose from beside her and stood. Sharon forced her eyes open and looked at his naked body in the semidarkness. He gathered his clothes and paused. Her eyes fell on his long cock, lying on the hairy sack of his spent balls. He turned and opened the door. She almost whimpered as he disappeared toward the bathroom. Her pussy throbbed softly and her throat pulsed with hunger.
A shiver ran through her and she pressed her legs together feeling the warm slippery film on the inside of her thighs. Her hand slithered down over the flat plane of her belly and combed through the dark matted curls. Pressing downward, her finger sliced between the fleshy lips of her pussy and plunged into the warm soggy hole.
Her body jerked and she opened her thighs. A smile crept across her lips as she stirred the oozing folds. The smile spread wider and her eyes reopened to mere slits. Her long fingers probed the soggy folds, becoming wet with the mixed come and her pussy juice. Her thighs opened wider and her knees bent. Her round ass lifted slightly from the bed as her fingers stirred the frothing slit. A thought flashed through her mind and Sharon paused.
Her hand rose from her cunt, the palm and fingers glistening with its juices. She stared at her dripping fingers for a moment and then lowered them to her open mouth. Her pink pointed tongue snaked out and lapped slowly at her hand. A heave lifted her body and she growled low. Licked clean, her fingers returned to her deep pink slit and scooped a glob of love juice from it. Cupping her fingers under it, she brought it to her lips and drank it greedily. A shudder ran through her straining body.
She raised her legs higher and her finger probed into the cleft of her ass, retrieving a few drops of the precious fluid and delivering it to her hungry mouth. She gasped as she plunged two fingers into the gaping hole of her cunt and stirred them around. They came out of her, dripping. She slurped and smacked over them.
Passion boiled up inside her and she raked and rubbed at her gaping pussy. Her fingers rolled and teased the hard little button of her clit. Feet pushing down onto the bed, she lifted her ass higher. Fingers stirring and stabbing at her hot wet flesh, she whimpered and jerked.
Totally lost in her pleasure, Sharon strained and worked at her cunt until she felt the soft snap of the final thread. Her arched body hung motionless and rigid for several seconds as the flood of pleasure crashed down on her. A shudder ran through her and she groaned. Her body collapsed onto the bed, her thighs locking her fingers against her throbbing, drooling cunt. With each wave of pleasure, she jerked and whimpered.
"You never get enough do you?" The male voice broke through the fog of her pleasure and echoed through her head.
She strained her eyes open and looked up at his fully clothed body. Her disappointment registered in her eyes. "Never!" she rasped, breathlessly.
He leaned over and kissed her quickly, straightening up before she could grab him and pull him back down beside her.
He smiled at her for a moment, his eyes roaming over her naked body, studying her loose abandon position. For a second a sign of yielding ran across his face. He controlled it and winked at her.
"Call you in a couple of days," he whispered as he turned to the door.
"Jerry!" she called softly. He turned back to her. "Call me." Her voice was demanding. He nodded and disappeared.
Sharon lay for several minutes, unmoving, letting the last waves of pleasure ebb in her pussy. Smiling dreamily, she pressed her hands against her pussy feeling 'the soft pulse of the wet warm lips against her fingertips. With a 'shrug and a sigh, she rolled off the bed and walked around it. Her dim image in the full length mirror stopped her briefly. She looked at the reflection of her trim body.
Her large breasts still stood erect and her waist was without a trace of fat. Her hips flared from her small waist in full firm globes of her ass. Not bad for a thirty-two-year-old woman with a fifteen year-old son, she told herself.
With a nod of approval she turned to the door and crossed the hall to the bathroom. Pushing through the door, she stepped into the small room and stopped in her tracks.
Greg glared at her. Shaking his cock, he tucked it back into his pajamas and turned to face her.
"Jerry gone?" Sarcasm dripped from his words.
Sharon heard and felt the contempt in her son's voice. For a second she was stunned and then anger rose in her throat. She felt its heat rise in her face as she glared back at him.
"Yes, he's gone." Her reply was icy.
"I'm glad. You two made enough noise." He spit his words at her.
Heat and anger bubbled in her throat, fire sparking in her green eyes. She put her hands on her hips and set her feet wide apart. Not until she had taken the stance did she remember that she was naked. By then, she didn't care.
He glared back at her. Slowly, his face changed. He had realized that she was naked. His eyes struggled to stay on her face but he lost the battle. Sharon felt his eyes rake quickly across her exposed body. Her nipples tinged and grew hard and she felt the tiny twitch between her thighs. Her anger softened and then melted. Every inch of her skin seemed to prickle as he eyed her.
"Sorry if we woke you." The softness of her voice surprised them both. He shrugged and tried to look away.
Sharon glanced down at his young body and discovered that the front of his pajamas wasn't flat any more. There was a slight bulge there. Heat and shock surged through her. Her mind lurched as some forbidden thoughts raced through it.
"Let's forget it," he wheezed, turning his eyes away from her.
Sharon stared at the growing bulge and licked her dry lips. "If you'd like to talk about it, it's alright." Her voice was softer and sexy.
The boy looked into his mother's eyes for a moment and then shook his head slowly. Sharon waited a moment and then stepped to him. His body stiffened at her closeness and flinched as she kissed his forehead. "Okay," she sighed in resignation.
"Night," he mumbled, stepping past her and disappearing into the hall.
Finished with her body needs in the bathroom, she returned to her bed with a strange mixture of feelings about her encounter with Greg. Easing her naked body onto the bed, she lay back and let her mind run over the few minutes in the bathroom. She probed within herself to root out the sudden lust that she had felt when he had gazed at her nakedness.
Through the fog of her thought, she heard the boy's bare feet padding down the hall and the soft bump of the bathroom door closing. She paused and listened for a moment but heard nothing else.
With a shrug she went back to her thoughts until she herd, the door open and his feet in the hall again, several minutes later.
"Mom?" his voice said softly from the doorway of her room.
Pushing up on her elbows, Sharon turned to find him pushing the door open and looking in. Her hand reached for the sheet to cover herself but then she hesitated for some unknown reason. The boy looked at her and smiled.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for talking to you like I did." His eyes were busy again.
Sharon looked up at her son and returned his smile. Her hand came up and motioned to him. He pushed through the door and came to the bed. Her slim fingers curled around his wrist and pulled him down onto the bed. He sat nervously on the edge, trying valiantly to keep his eyes on her face.
"No apology necessary," she replied softly. Pulling his hand to her lips, she kissed his fingertips.
His large eyes stared at her and she felt the slow explosion of heat and emotions begin deep in her belly. Her nipples tingled and grew rigid and a throb ran through her damp silt. Her thighs twitched open a fraction of an inch.
Greg's eyes fell on her erect nipples and he shifted uncomfortably... His eyes darted to the nightstand and he stared at the bedside lamp.
Sharon felt as if she were hypnotized. Her mind objected in silent screams to the reaction, that her body was having. Pushing herself up, she kissed him lightly on the cheek, letting her hot breath play across his ear. Her hand cupped his chin and turned his face to hers.
"It's all right," she reassured.
He nodded. Their eyes met and the woman felt the pull of lust, raw and hot. For a long moment, their eyes were locked on each other and then she slowly rose. Her full lips touched his. She trembled and a soft moan bubbled up in her throat. The last shred of resistance slowly began to dissolve.
Greg pulled away and stared at her. His face was flushed and his breathing was ragged. A weak smile crossed his lips and he rose quickly. Sharon could see the bulge was back in the front of his pajamas. Without a word, he hurried out of the room and down the hall to his own.
Sharon lay propped on her elbow, staring after his fleeing young body. With a shake of her head, she jerked herself back to some sensibility and swung her feet to the floor. Her legs trembled as she stood and stepped into the hall.
His bedroom door was closed. For some reason, her curiosity pulled her into the bathroom. She looked casually around and couldn't see anything amiss. Something on the edge of the tub caught her eye. She stepped closer and looked down at the white porcelain. A small puddle of liquid shimmered there. She started to dismiss it as water, but something in her mind denied that.
Her finger reached down and touched the fluid it was thick and slippery. Her knees buckled and she jerked her finger back. Her round eyes stared at the white fluid for a second, her mind not quite sure whether or not to believe what she was thinking. Slowly her hand reached out again and her finger lifted a drop of the thick liquid. She stared at her fingertip as she lifted it to her face to study the pearly drop that clung to it.
The faint telltale odor reached her nostrils and wiped away all doubts. It was come! Sharon felt her knees buckle and a flash of shock and heat engulfed her body. In an instant, the picture was clear. Greg had come back into the bathroom, before coming to her room and had jacked off!
Shakily, she lowered herself onto the commode seat and stared wide eyed at her finger. The cold seat pressed against her naked thighs. Its coldness and the heat that bubbled up deep inside her were the only sensations that she was aware of. Her finger hovered inches from her face, the drop of come glistening on the end of it. Her vision blurred and she trembled. In disbelief, she watched her hand rise and the drop come nearer and nearer. Her lips parted and her pink tongue pushed between them, glistening in the bright light. Her nostrils flared as the faint odor reached them again. Her breath rasped through them and she stated at her finger.
The tip of her tongue touched the tart fluid and she gasped her body jerked. The fingertip slipped between her lips and she sucked it noisily until all the taste of come was gone. Her eyes opened slowly, and she stared at the wall. The sound of a drop of pussy juice dropping into the commode broke the trance and her eyes fell on the remains of the small pool of come on the edge of the tub. Slowly, she leaned over, her finger reaching out and scooping up the large drop of slippery fluid. It was quickly popped into her hungry mouth. Eyes closed, she savored its forbidden flavor.
Sharon rocked slowly to and fro as she let the small glob of come melt in her mouth. Her cunt convulsed and her nipples throbbed. Finger still in her mouth, she opened her thighs as wide as she could and let her mind fantasize. Images of her son's naked young body flashed before her mind's eye. His hard muscles straining, his hand jerking at his straining cock.
With a gasp, Sharon shuddered and felt the final explosion as she climaxed. She had come from just her thoughts and the taste of come on her tongue. Wave after engulfing wave of pleasure racked her rigid body. Juices oozed from her spasming cunt and dripped into the commode.
Gasping for breath, the finger slid from her mouth and she collapsed against the cold commode, tank, surrendering to the wash of pleasure. Long sweet minutes held her body and mind captive as she rode out the last of her climax.
Still shaky and out of breath, she sat up slowly, her eyes fluttering open. Rising to unsteady legs, she staggered out of the bathroom and looked down the hall to Greg's room. The door was still closed. She stumbled across to her room and collapsed onto the rumpled bed.
Her spinning head hit the pillow and she pulled the sheet up over her tingling flesh. She was asleep in seconds.
Strange dreams danced through her mind. Greg chasing her naked through a forest. Visions of his cock, huge and bloated, spurting fountains of come. She rolled and whimpered in her sleep as she wandered through the strange fantasies that her mind created.
She woke up once in the dead of night and discovered her fingers buried between her thighs, rubbing and tearing at the slippery folds of her pussy, her lips whispering the boy's name. Gripped by fear, she tore her hands from her cunt and buried her face in her pillows.
CHAPTER TWO
Several days passed, with Sharon and her son staying at arm's length from each other. It was as if they both knew what was pending and both were fighting to avoid it. Sharon sensed that the boy was under a great deal of strain and she knew that she was. Jerry had not called and she was getting so horny that she had difficulty thinking of anything else besides fucking.
Her afternoon off from work came and she hurried home, hoping that Jerry would call and come by for an afternoon ball. The house was quiet as she walked hurriedly through it stripping off her clothes as she went. The afternoon, sun warmed the rooms against the October chill. She had nearly four hours before Greg got home.
Tossing her clothes aside, she unhooked her bra and dropped it onto the pile. Hooking her thumbs in her panties she pushed them down to her knees and paused to look at, the soggy crotch. Stepping out of them, she tossed them aside and picked up the phone, and stretched the cord across the hall, setting it down on the hamper inside the bathroom door. She stepped into the shower and flipped on the water, sending a scalding spray over her hungry body.
Finished with her shower, she toweled dry scowling at the silent phone. Tossing the towel over her shoulder, she picked up the phone and recrossed the hall to her room. She brushed out her hair and slipped on a sheer robe. Standing before the mirror she assessed the effect. The soft flowing green robe covered her but hid nothing. The large dark nipples that crowned her full breasts peeked through the transparent cloth. A dark shadow shone through at her crotch.
The door bell rang and she caught her breath. Jerry knew that it was her afternoon, off and he had come without calling, just to surprise her. Her heart raced and her cunt pulsed as she touched up her hair and hurried to the front door. Pausing to strike a pose and spread a smile across her face, she jerked the door open.
The young face that met hers went from a smile, to surprise to near shock as he gaped at her exposed body. Sharon almost choked and stood speechless far several seconds. Her mouth worked noiselessly and her hand clutched at the front of the robe.
The boy gaped at her near naked body, his eyes large his mouth a round "O". Still staring at her closed his mouth and swallowed hard.
"Good... good afternoon, Mam," he croaked, almost choking on his words.
Sharon stared at him. He looked about eighteen, blond and nice looking. She nodded, still speechless.
"Uh, I'm working my way through college, selling subscriptions to some . . . some . . ." his voice trailed off as he looked back at the voluptuous body behind the thin cloth.
Suddenly, Sharon's shock ebbed away and her lust quickly replaced it. She saw a young boy's body behind his jeans and jacket and her pussy throbbed at the thought. She let her hand slide from the front of her robe and sexy smile slipped across her face.
"Why don't you come in and tell me about it." Her voice was soft and husky. Her arm motioned him inside.
"Uh, thank you," he stammered.
The door closed behind him, causing him to flinch with the thud. He stopped just inside, watching her, unsure of himself.
"Have a seat," Sharon offered, motioning to the sofa. "Would you like a drink? I was mixing one for myself when you rang the bell," she lied.
"Uh, no, I mean, yes, thank you." He dropped to the edge of the sofa and sat very straight as she crossed to the bar and began pouring. "Scotch or bourbon?" she asked over her shoulder.
"Yeah!" he replied. His eyes were glued to the outline of her ass under the robe.
Smiling to herself, she poured a shot of both into a glass filled it with coke and ice. A glass in each hand, she turned and crossed to the sofa, handing one to the youth. She let her fingers touch his as he took the glass and the effect was visible. She smiled down at him and sank onto the sofa half turning; he looked at her and raised his glass. A sip and a wince. He looked at the drink with a strange expression.
"Is your drink alright?" Sharon teased.
"Yeah! Fine" His head bobbed as he answered.
"I'm Sharon. Who are you?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm Bob," he blurted, extending his hand then thinking better of it and starting to withdraw it.
Sharon took his hand and held it for a moment. "My pleasure, Bob." Her green eyes burned into his as she held his hand in her soft warm grasp.
"Now, what were you saying about working your way through college?" She released his hand and shifted her body away from him and crossed her legs. The sheer robe slid away from her leg, exposing it to the thigh. His eyes dropped to the milky white flesh and then jerked back up at her face.
"Uh, uh," he mumbled. His face was pale and he was obviously was having difficulty remembering his sales pitch. He gulped a large swallow of his drink and let it burn its way down.
"If you are nervous, we can wait a while until you relax, Sharon cooed softly. Her eyes strayed to his lap and she was pleased at the size of the bulge that she saw. She licked her full red lips slowly and stared at it for a few seconds. When she looked up he was watching her face with an almost pained expression on his. She smiled sexily and lifted her glass. Sipping slowly, she let her tongue lick slowly at the rim of the glass as she gazed into his eyes. Bob swallowed hard and went a little paler.
Resting her glass on her bare leg, Sharon traced the silky surface of her leg with her other hand. Her red fingernails made soft rasping sounds as they skimmed across the white skin. Bob kept dropping his eyes to the source of the sound.
"Where are you from, Bob?" Sharon asked, her eyes meeting his.
"Nashville," he rasped. One word at a time was all he could manage.
"Nice city." Sharon was intentionally letting the conversation lag, enjoying the youth's discomfort. Her eyes returned frequently to the growing bulge in his jeans until she was sure that it had grown to its full size. Her fingernails ceased their motion on her leg and she smiled into his eyes.
"Looks like you have a bit of a problem," she whispered.
"Huh?" His eyes followed hers down to his lap. Her hand crossed the distance between them and came to rest on the bulge. She could feel the heat and the throb of his cock through the thick cloth of his jeans. "Maybe I can relieve you of your problem," she offered in a husky whisper. To punctuate her offer, her fingers closed around his straining tool.
"Oh, God!" he moaned.
Reaching across and lifting his hand, she carried it to her bare leg and lay it on the warm smooth skin. "Would you like me to relieve your problem, Bob?" Her fingers were squeezing and tugging gently at the bulge.
"Ooooo!" His eyes pleaded with her, his voice lost in his passion.
Slowly, she uncrossed her legs and pulled her robe aside with her free hand. She pulled his hand up to her thigh and then down between the two columns of white flesh. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt his strong fingers on the soft tender surface.
His eyes were transfixed by the curly, dark red hair at the juncture of her thighs. She opened her legs wider and the pink, shiny lips of her pussy came into view. The youth gasped.
"Let's get your cock out of those tight old jeans," she urged. Her fingers tugged his zipper down and dove into his open fly. He gasped as her soft hand closed around his throbbing cock.
"Uummm! Nice and hard," she purred "Ooo, and so pretty!" she added pulling it out into view. The dark knob gleamed at her.
Her fingers slipped slowly up and down over the tender head, pulling and tugging at the skin of the shaft. He groaned and slumped, his fingers clutching at the inside of her thigh.
"So hot! And so hard!" she cooed.
Pushing him back onto the sofa, she released his cock and rose. Looking down at him with a heavy lidded expression of passion, she slipped the belt of the robe and slowly opened it. His eyes widened as her large breasts came into view, the dark nipples rigid and erect with passion.
His eyes dropped down over the flat belly to the dark triangle and the pink slit that peeped through the dark curls. He licked his, dry lips and stared. Sharon smiled and let the robe slip from her arms into a heap at her feet.
"Like what you see?" Her hands cupped her firm breasts, lifting the globes, her fingers plucking at the brown caps.
"Uh huh!" he wheezed, his head bobbing.
Her hands slid down over her belly and caressed her thighs. The fingers of one hand combed through the dark curls, prying her cunt-lips apart. "This, too?"
"Oh, fuck yes!" His wheezing voice filled the room.
Sharon smiled down at him and then slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. Her slim fingers reached out and curled once again around his waving cock. "I like the looks of this pretty thing too" she whispered.
The youth gazed at her in wide eyed disbelief. Her slim fingers caressed and stroked his throbbing cock lovingly, her eyes fixed on its dark head as if she were looking at some choice delicious piece of meat. Her large firm breasts pressed against his legs.
Sharon kept her gaze fixed on the gleaming cock head, stroking the shaft with her fingers. His rough jeans teased her nipples to a throbbing hardness. Slowly, she swayed from side to side, brushing back and forth over the denim and taking pleasure in the almost painful caress. Her mouth began to water and her mind longed to see his body naked before her.
With her free hand she unfastened his belt and tugged at his jeans without missing a stroke with her other hand. "Let's get these out of the way," she instructed softly.
He raised his hips and the jeans came down to his knees. The woman paused and stared at the blond hair around his cock and the down covered balls.
"Mmmm! Nice balls," she purred. "Bet they're all full of come just for me, aren't they?"
Bob couldn't even reply. His heart was in his throat. His balls were aching, to the bursting point from the manipulations of her hand. He gritted his teeth trying to restrain the building pressure in his crotch.
Sharon tugged his pants off over his feet and pushed his legs apart, settling her breasts between his knees. "You take care of getting your jacket and shirt off while I taste this delicious looking cock," she commanded.
The youth gasped at the thought that her words provoked. His fingers fumbled and tore at buttons, almost tearing his shirt in his frenzy to remove it.
Sharon smiled at his cock and gradually lowered her head toward it. He flinched as her hot breath wafted over the sensitive head. Her lips parted and formed an '0'. Her pink tongue slithered out and flattened, gleaming with saliva. Closer and closer her mouth came. Bob held his breath and stiffened for the impact.
Little gurgling sounds rose from the woman's throat as the soft odor of his cock reached her nostrils. Her fingers tightened slightly around the base of his cock and her mouth crossed the last inch.
"Aaagggghhhh!" A growl escaped the youth's gritted teeth and his back arched.
Sharon's tongue pressed hot and wet to the underside of the pulsing rod of flesh and she licked slowly upward, the tip of her tongue teasing the underside of the head. A tremble ran through it and she knew he was very close to coming. Opening her mouth wide, she circled the head with her wet tongue, once, twice, three times. Bob shivered and jerked.
She slid her free hand under the soft sack and cupped his balls. Her mouth closed slowly over the dark head of his cock, her tongue lashing slowly back and forth. The youth groaned. His cock slid to the hilt lit her hot wet mouth, her nose buried in the soft blond hair around its base.
"Uuuuunnnnnhhbh!" His hands clutched at her shoulders as every muscle in his body went rigid. One last time he jerked upward and then shuddered.
Sharon held his cock deep in her mouth and milked at the underside with her tongue. Her hand cupped and gently squeezed his balls. She felt him shudder and opened her throat for the flood. It came.
Gusher after gusher of thick scalding come spewed from his bucking cock. She swallowed quickly, unable to savor its sharp taste. He whimpered and gasped with each spurt until the final thick stream filled her mouth and with a shiver he collapsed onto the sofa.
Sharon held his trembling cock in her mouth, caressing it slowly and savoring the last glob of come. His hands slid from her shoulders and she could hear the rasp of his ragged breath. Her fingers stroked his balls one last time and she raised her head, letting his cock slide from her mouth, glistening with her saliva and traces of his come.
"Ooooo! Delicious come!" she crooned, rocking back on her heels and looking up at his passion twisted face. Her pussy drooled onto her heels and she squirmed with passion.
After a few seconds, his eyes crept open and he looked down at her through glazed pupils. She smiled up at him, licking a final trace of come from her chin.
"Rest a few minutes and then you are going to fuck me until I beg for mercy," she instructed. Her casual use of the word "fuck" had the desired effect. His eyes narrowed slightly and his cock pulsed a little harder.
"Damn, that was good!" he wheezed.
"No, delicious!" she contradicted, licking her lips.
His cock began to stir and she noticed it rising slowly, she straddled his legs and edged her dripping pussy toward his cock. Bob's eyes widened and his hands slid up her thighs as she scooted closer and closer. She dropped a hand onto one of his and pulled it around between her thighs and into the soggy slit, a hiss escaping her clenched teeth as his fingers probed her tender flesh.
"Ooooo, yessss!" she hissed. "Rub my cit!"
His finger found her cit and rubbed it through its slippery coating. Her hips jerked.
Her hand tugged at his head, pulling his mouth to one of her nipples. He closed his lips and teeth around the hard button and licked and sucked. Sharon was delirious.
"The other! Suck the other one!" she rasped.
His mouth tore away from her nipple and closed around the other. His tongue lashed it into throbbing frenzy, his teeth scraping the sensitive button. Her whole body jerked and bucked. Her fingers clawed at his head and pussy drooled over his hand.
Her hand fumbled at his crotch until she found his hard cock. She sighed heavily and squirmed away from his sucking mouth.
"Got to have it, now!" she growled.
Her knees bent and her cunt dropped down toward his throbbing cock. The hot cockhead touched the wet, pulsing lips of her pussy and she groaned. She paused a moment to guide his cock forward and then, with a punt, dropped her soggy, molten cunt down over the length of his young cock. His belly met hers with a wet slap and she froze for a second to relish the filled feeling his cock gave her.
Slowly, her hips ground to and fro, working his cock around in her cunt, its head rubbing the soft folds of the clutching cunt-walls. Her fingers gripped his shoulders. Her head fell back and her mouth drooped open. She clenched her eyes against the intensity of the sensation that surged through her straining body. Her pussy made wet slurping sounds around his cock with each thrust of her hips.
Her pace quickened and she whimpered. Her body jerked faster and faster. The youth held on, unable to move. She slammed herself harder and harder against his hard young body. Her pussy left a wet trail over his belly. She shuddered and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. A low long wail spewed from between her teeth. Her cunt convulsed around his cock.
Her body was a blur of movement. The sofa creaked and groaned under the violent movement. Her hips slapped his thighs and her belly slapped his belly. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. She slammed. Again. And again.
"Uuuuunnnnngggggaaaaooooo!" she wailed.
Her whole body went rigid and her muscles strained. Her cunt clenched around his cock. He could hold back no longer. His balls lurched and his cock shuddered. Steams of scalding come burst from his and filled her convulsing cunt.
The liquid heat drove Sharon to an even more intense level of climax. Her head rolled from side to side and her every muscle trembled. Long after the last spurt of his come flowed into her, she vibrated over him, totally abandoned to her passion.
With a final shudder and a rasping groan, she collapsed onto him, her skin damp with perspiration, her breasts heaving with labored breathing.
Long minutes dragged before she regained her breath and control enough to sit up and smile at him.
"Mmmmmmm, good!" she murmured, kissing his mouth softly.
Her eyes fell on the clock. Realization hit her. She stiffened and swung quickly off Bob's lap. "You'll have to hurry and get dressed!" she commanded.
When he saw the seriousness in her eyes, he rose and hurriedly pulled his clothes on. As soon as he was dressed, she urgently guided him to the door.
"Will I see you again?" he stammered, finishing with his shirt buttons.
"I don't know, call me and we'll see." She smiled a strained smile.
Opening the door she glanced quickly down the street. Then she pushed him out the door. He looked back at her, bewildered.
"Bye," she replied and closed the door.
He stood for a few seconds thinking, and then, with a shrug, he turned and went down the walk. He nodded to the younger boy he met halfway down the block, totally unaware that this was the woman's son.
CHAPTER THREE
Greg was at a loss. His mother seemed different that afternoon when he came home from school. He knew that it was her afternoon off, but she seemed changed too much.
Sharon was aware of Greg's inquisitive eyes on her as she moved about the house, straightening up and picking up. She hummed softly to herself, a smile on her lips. She had pulled on an old pair of shorts and blouse just before he had come in and hadn't even had time to shower. She felt a certain secret pleasure when she felt the sticky dampness at her crotch. It stirred her memory to the happenings of the afternoon and the youth's cock. She trembled slightly and broadened her smile.
Greg came into the kitchen and leaned against the door. He watched her as she worked at the sink. Sharon knew that he was there watching, but she continued working and humming.
"Got a date tonight?" he asked.
"Hmm? Oh, no." She looked at him and saw the expression on his face. Why?"
"Just wondered. You seem to be feeling better. I thought that might be the reason." He shrugged and turned to leave.
"Greg."
The boy turned back to her and waited.
"I think we should talk." Sharon wiped her hands on a towel and leaned against the counter.
"If you want to." His eyes looked away and out the window.
"We need to." Her eyes studied his face for some clue to his thoughts.
"Okay," he replied with another shrug.
"I know that you don't like me dating men," she began. "But I have to have some social life and as great as you are, I need some other male companionship.''
"Yeah, I know." His voice was laced with hostility.
She crossed to him and lifted his chin with her hand, looking down into his eyes. "Greg, it's not that I don't love you. It's just that there are some things I need that you can't supply."
He said nothing but his eyes told her what he was thinking. She nodded slightly and licked her lips. Her hand dropped from under his chin and she turned back to the sink.
"Okay," she gripped the sink as she spoke, "I have physical needs. I'm a women who needs sex and needs it often." She looked at him to measure the effect. He was looking at her with a new interest.
"You should understand that. Your body is awakening to sexual desires and urges. It's a normal healthy desire just as mine is." His eyes were making her uncomfortable, causing her to pause.
There was a silence for a minute as she tried to identify what she saw in his eyes that was causing her discomfort. Her nipples were hard and tender in her blouse and her thighs tingled.
The boy stared at her, a half grin on his lips. "You do understand, don't you?" She decided pull him into the discussion.
"In a way, I guess," he replied.
"In what way?"
"I have the urges and desires that you are talking about but I've never had. . ." He faltered and his eyes came back to hers, "sex."
Sharon stared at him for a minute, letting his confession sink in. He was a virgin. It had never really dawned on her that he might still be. "Oh," she said softly.
Slowly, she realized what had made her uncomfortable. He had been looking at her with virgin lust. Her skin tingled and she shivered.
"Once you have, you will understand better."
"Yeah." Her voice sounded distant and unconvinced.
"You jack off because you feel the need to, don't you?" She had decided to take the whole leap.
His eyes shot up to meet hers and his mouth was open, his head shaking to deny it. He stopped and closed his mouth. He knew that she knew.
"Yeah, I guess." He was embarrassed.
"Baby, don't be embarrassed? She took him in her arms. "That's natural, too. I do it quite often.
"Huh?" He looked up at her in surprise.
"Of course. If I get uptight and need the release, I jack off" The words and the honesty seemed to make her even braver. She rubbed his shoulder, and pressed him against her body.
Her lips brushed his forehead and she though for a moment. "Sex is just as normal an appetite eating or drinking," she reassured.
His arms came up and circled her waist, his hands resting on the swell, of her ass. A tremor ran through her and she was suddenly aware of his body, hard against hers.
Sharon felt the sudden glow of lust begin to stir deep inside her. Her nipples hardened and tingled her thighs became warm, her crotch hot and sticky. She wanted to push him away, but her body clung to him. In the seconds of silence that seemed like hours, she scanned the surfaces contact and felt her passion rising higher.
The boy stirred and shifted his body. Sharon felt a firm lump press against her belly. Less than second was needed to decide what it was. His cock was getting hard.
"So," she said breathlessly, "now do you understand, at least a little?"
His face was flushed and his eyes a little glassy. His face wore a strange expression. He nodded and smiled at her. Sharon felt her knees tremble as she looked at his face and thought of the swell of his cock against her belly.
"Now, for dinner," she quipped, kissing his forehead and turning away.
Her whole body throbbed and her mind buzzed. She fumbled for a moment and then went about preparation of the meal.
After they had eaten and Sharon had cleaned the kitchen, she passed the boy sprawled on the sofa, watching television. The sofa brought back a flood of thoughts about the afternoon and Sharon felt a renewed flush of heat. She was dying to get fucked.
"I'm going to get a shower," she said as she passed through the room.
Greg grunted and continued watching the program. She stepped into her bedroom, started to strip and then paused. She pushed the door closed and continued. Naked, she reached for her robe as the phone rang.
"Hello," she said into the receiver.
"Hello there, Sexy!" Jerry's voice replied.
"Well, hello I don't know if I should talk to you or not." She pretended to pout.
"Why?"
"You haven't called and I've been horny," she retorted.
I couldn't I'm calling you long distance from Atlanta now. The company sent me out of town on an emergency and it doesn't look like I am going to get back for awhile," he explained.
"Oh in that case, you re excused," she softened, "When do you think you'll be back?"
"Probably a week."
"Shit! I'll be as horny as a bitch by then," she spit.
"Not any more than me. My cock gets hard whenever I think of you," he whispered.
"Ooo, Jerry don't talk like that. You know what it does to me!" Sharon shivered and squeezed her thighs together.
"What does it do to you?" His voice was a husky whisper. "Does it make your pussy hot and wet?"
"Damn it, Jerry!" Sharon felt her lust burst into flames and dampness ooze from between her fleshy pussy-lips.
"What's the matter, baby? Is your pussy itchy and hot?"
"Oh, Jerry, don't!" Her voice was choked and muffled. She lowered herself to the bed and stretched out. Her hand came to rest on her belly, her long slim fingers drumming slowly on the soft plane.
"Just thinking about how wet your cunt is right now is making my cock. swell up and throb," he continued.
Sharon thought about his long thick cock and its purple plum-shaped head. Her mouth watered. Her cunt quivered. Her nipples hardened and her fingers crept down across her belly.
"Have you got any clothes on?" he asked.
"No," she choked on her reply. "I just got ready to take a shower."
"Yeah, I'll bet. You were probably sitting there playing with yourself, thinking about sucking my cock."
Sharon whimpered and jerked as passion exploded deep in her belly. Her fingers combed through the dark curls at the juncture of her cunt. Her legs opened and her fingers dipped down between the white columns of her thighs.
"Have you got your finger in it?"
"Uh huh," Sharon answered. Her voice was a whimper.
"My cock's standing straight up and jerking like hell."
Sharon pictured his cock and her fingers dug into the gooey silt between her thighs. Slippery juices coated her fingers and her hips jerked as she stroked the hard little button of her clit.
"Oooo, Jerry, it feels so good!" she moaned.
"What does?" His voice was muffled and labored. She could hear the rasp of his breath in the phone. She knew that he was stroking his cock.
"My pussy feels good." Her own breath was a raspy pant. "It would feel much better if your tongue was sucking my twat."
"Mmmmm. Is it dripping wet?" His breathing was harsher and more of a pant.
"Just oozing! Is your cock in your hand?" She held her breath as she waited for his answer.
"Yeah and it's going to spew come all over in a minute!"
"Oooo, I wish I were there to drink it!" Her eyes were clamped shut and her fingers made wet sounds as they rubbed and probed her drooling cunt-hole. Her hips lifted and her legs opened wider.
"Uh! Feels so good!" he grunted. He breathed hard through the phone. She could hear muffled grunts as his hand jacked him nearer and nearer to coming.
"Oh! Oh, Jerry!" Sharon gasped. "It's coming!"
"Do it, Baby! Jack it off!"
"Uh! Uh! Uuunnnnngggnnnn!" Sharon wailed. Her back arched and her fingers plunged into her cunt. Her legs trembled, her hips jerking as her climax slammed through her straining body.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" Jerry groaned.
Through the fog of her pleasure, she knew that he was squirting his, thick white come into the air. Her mouth opened as if to catch his cock-juice and she jerked and bounced into another climax. Her splayed legs flexed and her hips arched higher and higher. Shock waves of pleasure pounded her senses and shook her hard.
Slowly, her body sagged back to the bed and she wheezed as she fought to regain her breath. The only sound on the phone was Jerry's panting. For several seconds they panted into the phone and savored the ebbing waves of pleasure that washed through them.
"So good!" Sharon gasped. "Urn hmmm!" he replied.
"You've got a mess to clean up," she quipped.
"Yeah. A bit of a mess."
"Call me in a day or two?" she asked.
"Probably tomorrow."
"Talk to you then. Go clean up." She raised up and put the phone on the cradle.
She swung her feet to the floor and, smiling to herself, started to stand. The smile froze on her lips and turned to a grimace. Greg stood in the door, staring at her naked body. His wide-eyed, strained expression told how long he had been standing there. Sharon's mind fumbled with her next move. She could only return his stare and wait for his reaction.
A blush swept down over the boy's face and he seemed to relax for a second. Sharon's eyes dropped to his crotch and she found his hand clutching at the front of his jeans. A damp spot divulged his physical state. She was positive that the dampness was come.
Realizing what she was staring at, Greg shook himself and started to turn away.
"Greg!" She surprised herself by speaking.
The boy stopped and nodded without turning.
Greg, don't run away," she pleaded.
He looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes betraying a trace of fear. Sharon felt his eyes sweeping her nakedness and saw the fear they held. Her stomach churned a little with hesitation, knowing what the next few minutes might hold. She licked her lips and patted the bed beside her..
"Come sit down." Her request was soft, yet firm.
The boy turned slowly, his hand held in front of his crotch. A slight smile flickered across his lips and he walked into the bedroom, slowly. They both knew as he crossed the threshold that something exciting was going to happen.
He paused just inside the door and looked down at his mother. Her hand lifted and reached for him, her fingers closing lightly around his wrist and urging him closer.
"Don't be afraid." Her words were a barely audible whisper.
"I'm trying not to." His eyes were large and his lips tight.
Like a magnet, the damp spot on the front of his jeans drew her eyes. Her fingers released his wrist and touched the rough cloth of his jeans at the thigh. Her red nails scraped across the denim, slowly tracing a path toward the dark spot.
As her fingers skimmed across the bulge in his jeans, she felt the hardness and the heat of his young cock. A shiver ran through her. Her fingers touched the warm dampness and her body lurched with the impact of her passion. Her mouth dropped open, her breath hot and panting. Her nostrils flared and her nipples grew rigid and throbbed. Her pussy twitched between her clamped thighs and she felt the first warm ooze of her juices as they seeped from between the folds of her cunt and wet her inner thighs.
Unconsciously, she licked her lips slowly as her fingers explored the stain. The boy shuddered under the stroking of her fingers. His hands hung slack at his side.
"Mom?" he croaked.
"Mmmm?" she purred.
When he didn't say anything else, she didn't even notice. She was too engrossed with her finger explorations. Her fingertips slid back to the still growing bulge and scraped over his denim-covered rod. It throbbed through the cloth, the movement visible to her eyes, as well as to her fingers. She had been slowly leaning forward.
Suddenly, his crotch was only inches from her face. Her hand slid up the back of his leg as the other stroked his cock. With a soft whimper, she pulled him toward her and her open mouth pressed to the warm damp spot. The faint taste of come teased her pointed tongue as she licked at the cloth. The boy moaned.
Caught up in her passion, she moved her lips across the front of his jeans and cupped the bulge of his cock with her mouth. Her tongue stroked the denim-encased prick, her lips squeezing and caressing.
Greg was jerking and trembling with the caress of her mouth. His young body was moving in convulsive jerks as she worked at his crotch.
Sharon could vaguely hear her breath rasping through her nostrils. Her whole being was aflame with lust for her son's cock. Her fingers reached his belt, unfastened the buckle and opened his zipper in one hurried motion. She heard him gasp. He felt her fingers tug his jeans down over his hips. Her lips returned to press against the front of his cotton shorts, massaging his "cock with more freedom through the thin cloth.
"Uuuunnn!" the boy whimpered as her mouth caressed his throbbing cock.
Her hard nipples pressed, into his bare legs like two small burning knobs. Her hands roamed over the back of his legs and up over his tight young ass.
Her fingers found the elastic waistband and tugged his shorts down in a quick jerk. Sitting back, Sharon watched his rubbery young cock spring out of the white garment and bob slowly up and down. A drop of pearly come clung to the tiny slit in the dark knob.
Like a heat rod, his cock burned into her palm as she cupped it and looked at it lovingly. Her mouth opened in an "0" and she played her hot breath over the sensitive head. She was pleased to see it jerk and feel it throb as she breathed on it. Her tongue speared out and flicked the creamy drop from it. He jerked. She cooed as she tasted the tart liquid.
"Such a pretty cock!" she whispered..
"Oh, Mom!" he moaned.
Her fingers curled around the base of his cock, the soft hair tickling her hand. Her other hand cupped his ass cheek and kneaded the hard flesh.
"Would you like mother to suck your cock?" she asked. She knew the effect that her words would have on the boy.
He whimpered and touched her head. Her fingers stroked the length of his hard cock, pulling at the soft satiny skin.
"First, I think I'll lick your balls." Her voice was distant and blurred in her own mind. Passion held control of her every fiber.
Pushing his cock upward, her face dipped down toward the down-covered sack. Her tongue flicked out and lapped slowly at the two lumps inside the soft skin sack. The boy moaned and arched his back, pushing his hips forward, opening his legs to give her better access.
She laved his sack. Her hand slowly massaged his cock as her mouth worked wetly over his balls Opening her mouth wide, she slipped her lips around the hanging sack and rolled them gently inside her warm, wet mouth. His body lurched and he shivered. He let his balls slide from her lips, the downy hair matted and glistening with her saliva, and turned her attention once again to his cock.
Her tongue flattened and the hot wet surface of it slid slowly up the underside of his throbbing young cock, pausing at the dark head to tease the tiny slit. The boy trembled and moaned.
"Oooo, Mom!" he gasped as her tongue circled the satiny head in lazy wet caresses.
"Does it feel good?" she asked, pausing to look up into his passion twisted face.
"Fantastic!" he wheezed.
"Tastes delicious!"
Her mouth opened and engulfed the throbbing knob, her breath hot on the sensitive glans. Hot saliva oozed down around the plum shaped cock-tip, sending the boy into a frenzy. His hands clutched at her head and his hips lurched forward, driving his cock to the hilt. Her nose touched his belly, the soft hairs tickling it slightly.
Sharon gurgled in her throat and laved his cock with her tongue. Her head began to bob slowly, her lips and tongue squeezing and caressing the hard shaft of his straining cock. Her hands roamed up and down his hard shaft of his straining cock. Her hands roamed up and down his hard muscled young legs, her fingernails scraping lightly over his skin. Her breasts bounced with her motion, her nipples colliding with front of his thighs. Her lust was a roaring bonfire, her belly convulsing with hunger.
Unable to resist any longer, her hand slipped from his legs and dropped to her open legs. Her fingers touched the dripping soft lips of her pussy and she groaned. Wet matted hair and slippery cunt-lips met her fingers. She plunged a finger between the folds and drove it to the knuckle inside her spasming hole. Her head bobbed faster over his rubbery cock, packing the plunging rhythm of her finger.
"Uuuuugggnnnn!" the boy grunted. Her head jerked back and forth with a frenzy, her mouth milking his cock hungrily. His hips picked up the pace, fucking his cock in and out of her mouth, her tongue laying and massaging it with each thrust.
Sharon hummed and moaned around his cock as she felt her climax building deep down in her belly. Her finger stabbed at her hungry cunt, stirring strings of thin pussy juice out of it and over her inner thighs. Her thumb pushed up between the fleshy lips, finding the hard throbbing knob of her clit and massaging it. That motion sent her reeling off into a red fog of passion. Her mouth urged and sucked at her son's cock, her fingers slashing and stabbing at her cunt.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, Mom!" the boy rasped. His hips slammed hard against her mouth and his body stiffened.
Sharon whimpered and clawed at his naked ass with her hand. Her lips circled the base of his cock, her hot breath whistling through her nostrils and over his hard belly. She felt his cock buck in her mouth and the first spurt of tart, thick come burst from the jerking head and filled her suctioning mouth. A shrill groan hummed around his cock from her throat. She swallowed quickly, urging the next spurting flood from him. Her palm slapped against her thigh as her hand drove her cunt over the brink. A wave of release slammed through her straining body and pleasure bubbled up inside her, moving up her backbone at the speed of light.
Greg whimpered at each convulsion of his cock, his hands clutching and clawing at his mother's head as his cock filled her mouth again and again with his scalding come. Sharon swallowed in great gulps as his cock filled her mouth. With a shudder and a long low moan, the boy dribbled the final few drops into her mouth and relaxed.
Sharon held his cock gently in the wet cavern of her mouth as she rode out the final throes of her own climax. Her cunt convulsed around her finger, thin juices drenching her hand. Her clit throbbed and pulsed with each wave of pleasure that racked her body.
Greg gasped for breath and slowly pulled his glistening cock from her mouth. He rolled to the side and collapsed onto the bed, his jeans and shorts still around his ankles. Sharon licked the clinging drops of come from her lips and looked lovingly down at the heaving body of her son.
Leaning over him, she kissed his pulsing cock gently and eased her body down beside him. Her hand slid from her pussy and lay wet on her flat belly as she stared at the ceiling through heavy lidded eyes. Her large breasts heaved as she tried to regain her breath.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I never knew anything could feel so good!" Greg said, breaking the silence.
Sharon turned toward, him and, smiled. "It can be even better," she replied.
"God! I don't see, how!" He shook his head as he spoke. "I don't think I could stand it."
Sharon reached for him and cuddled his young body. Her arms circled his back, her hands stroking his lower back and hips. She kissed his cheek and pushed him back.
"Let's get the rest of your clothes off and I'll prove it to you," she said.
Her fingers flicked the buttons of his shirt open and stripped it off his arms. Sliding off the bed, she stood at his feet and stripped off his jeans and shorts. Dropping them aside, she paused a moment to survey his naked young body. He looked back at her with a new boldness. His eyes lingered on her mature body, studying details he had never noticed before.
"Like what you see?" Sharon asked, striking a hand-on-hips pose and grinning.
"Yeah!" He grinned back. "You are beautiful."
"Why, thank you kind sir," she teased. "I bet you tell all the girls the same thing."
He grinned broadly at her. He was having a difficult time remembering that the naked woman standing over him was his mother. Or he wasn't allowing himself to remember. He wasn't sure. The whole room seemed to be enveloped in a strange haze. Almost like a vivid dream.
Sharon saw the flicker of seriousness across his face and read his thoughts. She quickly changed her smile to a sexy grin, letting her hands slide slowly up her sides to cup her large tits. She lifted the globes, her fingers caressing and squeezing gently.
"How about these?" she asked in a husky, soft voice.
"Nice." Intense attention replaced the seriousness in his eyes.
"Just nice?" Her fingers flicked at the small knobs in the center of the large brown crowns. They came erect immediately. Sharon licked her lips slowly and watched the boy's face, relishing the hungry look that began to dawn in it.
"Do they look like they taste good?" she asked.
"Uh hmm!" His cock began to stir and his eyes betrayed the glow of lust that was growing inside him.
Her fingers worked slowly on her nipples, coaxing and teasing the nipples into their hardest rigidity. Her body shifted slightly, her legs parting as her passion stirred. Heat rose from her crotch and flowed through her body.
His eyes widened as he got caught up in her lust as well as his own. His cock hardened to its fullest and waved slowly at his loins. Her eyes fell to the rod of flesh and she licked her full lips slowly, hungrily. Shivers ran through the boy at her actions and the memory of how good her mouth had felt
"Does your cock hurt?" she asked.
"Kind of," he croaked. Speech was difficult from his dry throat and mouth.
"Why don't you stroke it and see if it will feel better." Her words shocked him a little but the shock quickly turned to passion.
His hand slid across his belly and he curled his fingers around the throbbing tool, clutching it lightly. His hand stroked the length of the shaft slowly, lovingly, his eyes fixed on her body as he massaged it.
"Feel better?" Sharon crooned. Her nipples tingled with almost painful pleasure as she plucked and caressed them and watched her son jacking off
"A little" His voice was strained.
She watched him intently and savored her rising passion. Her fingers worked slowly on her nipples, driving her lust higher and higher. Her pussy throbbed and drooled for some contact. She resisted as long as she could stand it. The aching throb was almost painful before she succumbed to it and let her hands slip from her breasts and glide down her belly.
Her thighs opened a little and the fingers of one hand opened her cunt-lips as the fingers of the other slipped between them. The boy's eyes widened as he looked down at the pink wet inner lips of her pussy and the little knob of her cit that peeked out at him.
Her finger flicked across the tender love button, sending a shudder through her arched body. Her eyes closed to mere slits and her hips pushed forward, fingers pulling at the fleshy folds spreading them wider.
"Ooooo!" she moaned as her finger massaged the sensitive knob.
Greg watched intently, his gaze fixed on her pussy and fingers. His hand stroked at his throbbing cock, his hips lifting slightly with each thrust. His expression was fixed, his nostrils flared, his breathing quickened.
Sharon's knees began to tremble and she felt her body and mind edging toward total loss of control. Her fingers stopped and looked down at the boy.
"Enough of that," she rasped.
Lowering herself over his young body, she knelt over him, supporting her torso with her hands. Her large breasts swung above his face. His hand stopped stroking and he looked up at the large tits.
With a soft whimper, Sharon bent her elbows and lowered a nipple to his lips. He watched the approach of the large brown crown until it blurred and touched his lips. Instinctively, his mouth opened and it pressed inside. Sharon shuddered as she felt the hot wetness close around her tender nipple.
"Use your tongue, too," she urged. Her pussy throbbed as his tongue flicked across the tender bud of her nipple. She whimpered and pressed the spongy flesh against his mouth. Fumbling for his hand, she found it and pulled it up to the aching tip of the other breast. His hand closed over it, squeezing and clutching clumsily at the globe.
"Now the other one," she gasped, pulling her wet nipple from his mouth and swinging the other breast to his face, With new expertise, his lips circled the brown knob and his tongue circled it slowly, his mouth sucking gently.
"Oh, Baby!" she crooned. Her body jerked with each caress of his mouth.
Her hips flexed slowly, swaying from side to side, trying to ease the burning itch in her pussy. She gurgled and crooned with the sensation of his sucking mouth. Her knees flexed and her cunt dropped a little. The blunt head of his jerking cock bumped against the drooling hot lips of her pussy and she moaned.
"I can't wait any longer!" she growled. Her nipple popped from his mouth as she pulled back and lowered her cunt.
Greg stared up at her in a daze. She watched his face through the slits of her eyes as her fingers reached between her thighs and gripped his throbbing cock. She guided it to the mouth of her pussy. He jerked and clenched his eyes tightly as she lowered the hot molten tunnel slowly down around his cock.
Slowly, Sharon lowered herself, trying to savor every inch of his young cock. Her cunt convulsed several times.
"So good!" she moaned.
Her pussy enveloped his cock and their bellies met. For a minute, the woman paused, closing her eyes and letting herself drift in the ecstasy of the sensation. Her cunt spasmed softly in a maddening rhythm, clutching his cock.
Her eyes opened and she smiled down at Greg. His eyes were barely open and he was biting his lower lip against the intensity of the pleasure that he was experiencing. She flexed the walls of her cunt and enjoyed the shudder that ran through him as her cunt squeezed his pulsing cock.
"Good?
"Umm hmmm!" He nodded to punctuate his reply.
"It feels delicious!" she rasped, flexing her hips slightly.
His hands found her legs and slid up to her thighs, gasping the firm columns and holding on. She undulated her hips, moving to and fro in a rolling motion and his fingers dug into her thighs.
Straightening her body, she sat up, still supporting most of her weight on her knees and rolled her hips back and forth, slowly. Her pussy drooled a wet path on his belly and down over his balls as she moved it in short thrusts. His hips lifted to meet her thrusting cunt. His fingers flexed with each move of her hips.
Gripped with passion, Sharon abandoned herself to the lusts that surged through her. Her head rolled back and her mouth drooped open. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and rode his cock.
"Oh, Baby!" she gasped. "Your cock feels so good!"
Her words spurred his passion. His hips jerked upward, his back arching, driving his cock as deep as it could reach in her molten cunt. His hands dug into her smooth thighs, pulling at them, urging her to thrust harder and faster. His mouth was open, his breath coming in gasps, his body straining against the tension inside him.
The wet cheeks of her ass made soft slapping sounds against his thighs as she moved over him. Her back arched and she ground her cunt down against his cock, her cunt-lips spreading with the pressure, exposing the deep pink knob of her hard little cunt. He saw the little button peeking out at him and slipped his right hand from her thigh and touched it with his finger. His mother jerked and groaned. Her cunt spasmed around his cock and he teased the little love button again.
"Uuuuggggnnnn!" she growled. "Coming! Oh, yessss!"
Her body jerked and thrashed over him as she flew toward the crash of her climax. His finger had touched off the explosion deep inside her and she sailed upward in the clutches of pleasure.
His finger worked with a frenzied motion as he saw the effect it was having and felt the result around his straining cock. He jerked and bounced under her thrashing body. A whine escaped his lips and he shuddered.
Sharon felt the boy jerking under her and felt the scalding flood of his thick come as it filled her convulsing cunt. The heat and pressure of his climax inside her drove her to an even greater climax. Her body shook violently and she whimpered. Her fingernails clawed at his straining belly. Gusher after gusher of boiling come spewed into her and wave after wave of pleasure roared through her.
For a seeming eternity, they hovered at the heights of pleasure. Finally, with a wheeze, Sharon folded over onto him, their damp skin slippery.
After long minutes of regaining their breath and riding out the ebbing waves of theft climaxes, Sharon lifted her head and smiled at her son. Damp curls clung to her forehead and her face showed satisfaction. She kissed him gently and rolled off his limp body. A puddle of come and pussy-juice clung to his belly.
Sharon gazed at the glistening cock and the shimmering pool of love juices on the boy's belly. A wave of passion swept over her and she twisted into position and lapped up the warm tart juices, finishing with a thorough cleansing of his wilting cock. Licking her lips, the woman lay back on the bed and sighed.
"Was I right?" she asked.
"About what?"
"About it being better." She raised to her elbow and looked at the boy's face.
He turned to her and smiled. "You were right. I didn't believe it could be better, but in a way it was," he replied. "But I know it can't get any better."
Sharon giggled. "But, we are going to keep trying to find out if it can, aren't we?"
He hesitated for a moment as if uncertain, then a smile of relief spread across his face. "I hope so," he replied.
She kissed him again. "We will."
He cuddled against her. Sharon hugged him and thought of what they had done, and what the reaction of other people would be if they knew about it. She searched her mind and couldn't find anything within herself that told her it was wrong. The boy stirred against her and she looked at his face.
He had dozed off and his expression was the most peaceful she had seen on his face in several weeks. Her full lips touched his forehead and he murmured in his sleep, a slight smile on his lips.
That night, they slept together for the first time since he had been a baby and she awoke the next morning with him cuddled in her arms, his cheek pressed against her bare tit.
As she slowly opened her heavy eyes, she smiled at his sleeping figure and the warmth of his nakedness against hers. She shifted a little and felt the hardness of his cock press against her belly. Heat surged through her.
Moving very slowly, she slipped her hand down under the sheet and closed her fingers around the firmness of his cock. It throbbed warmly against the palm of her hand. Her nipples hardened, one pressing into his cheek. Lust began to simmer deep inside her.
Greg made a noise and shifted in his sleep. He moved his head and his lips touched her tender nipple. A flash of sensation shot from the hard little knob and saturated her breast. His breath was warm on the sensitive flesh and her body began to ache with a renewed hunger.
Her hand began stroking the shaft of his throbbing cock. Her pussy was wet with its first juices and her inner thighs became sticky. He whimpered in his sleep and stirred. His mouth opened and closed lightly around her throbbing nipple. A shiver ran through Sharon and she had to bite her tongue to stifle a cry.
His hot wet tongue laved her nipple slowly, his lips holding it tightly. His teeth grazed the knob and she winced again. Flashes of racking sensation ran through the mound of her breast. Her hand pulled and stroked urgently at his pulsing rod.
"I can't stand it any longer!" she groaned, rolling onto her back and opening her legs wide. Her pussy gaped deep pink and wet. "Fuck me, Baby, please!"
Her hands pulled at his young hard body, pleading with him to mount her. Greg's eyes opened and he quickly assessed the situation. He rolled on top of her, his hips dropping down between her open thighs. The satiny skin of the firm columns closed against his hips.
Almost painful passion rippled through her body, her hips lifting with each surge. Her fingers speared between their bodies and fumbled for his throbbing cock. She whimpered as she found it and guided the hot knob to the lips of her dewy hole.
"Push it in!" she growled. Her head went back, her neck arching, her body tense in anticipation of the penetration.
The boy thrust his hips forward and his cock plunged into her hot molten cunt. A moan seeped through his clenched teeth.
"Oh, yes!" Sharon gasped. Her hands clutched at his hard ass and her hips rose to meet his.
Clumsily, Greg began to fuck her, his hips unsure of the rhythm, his pleasure too intense to allow thought. Her hands pulled at his ass, setting the rhythm, her hips pistoning under him.
"Oh, fuck me, Baby!" she wailed.
The boy gasped and jerked his hips harder against her. Their bellies made soft slapping sounds as he plunged into her. Bending her knees, Sharon pulled her feet up until her heels touched his ass. Her body rocked with his quickening thrusts.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she gasped, her fingernails raking his bank. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!"
"Uh! Uh!" the boy grunted with each plunge.
The base of his cock bumped her throbbing hard love button, sending blinding flashes of sensation through her. She rocked with a driven frenzy under his young, pounding body. Faster and faster his hips drove and higher and higher Sharon's passion sailed.
"Good! Good! Uh! Uh!" she grunted between wheezing breaths. "Good cock! Best cock!"
Her clutching cunt and her raspy words spurred the boy to a faster pace. His body became a blur of motion over her. Wet slurping sounds punctuated each move.
"Fuck me! Harder! Fuck mother's pussy!" Sharon wailed. Her pent up passion reached a peak and hovered for a painful moment. Her every muscle and every nerve strained for the release. Then with a racking shudder, she went crashing over the brink into her climax.
"Aaaaaahhhheeeeiiiiii!" she wailed. Her fingers clawed at his arched back and her cunt convulsed around his raging cock.
"Oh! Oh, Mom! Oh! Oh!" he groaned. His hips rammed downward one final time and his back arched.
Through the blazing lights of her climax, Sharon felt the scalding flood of his come as the first gusher burst into her convulsing cunt. She jerked and felt her climax start all over again. Waves of pleasure slammed through her, jarring her until her teeth chattered. Each stream of liquid heat from his cock sent her higher and higher.
With a whimper and a gasp, Greg collapsed onto her breasts and lay gasping in the valley between them. Sharon trembled and jerked under him, the final throes of her pleasure rippling through her.
Skin stuck to damp skin as they lay in a gasping heap. Legs and arms locked around the boy's body, Sharon hung for long minutes in the hazy world of pleasure and passion.
"So, so, very good!" Sharon whispered. "The best fuck I've ever had!"
He smiled at her and kissed her full red lips. "Mmmmm!" he moaned; dropping his head back onto her still heaving breasts.
Sharon looked at the top of his head and smiled. She was certain that what they were doing was natural and good. His cock twitched inside her and she shivered with pleasure.
CHAPTER FIVE
Work became a completely impossible task for the next few days. Sharon would find herself sitting at her desk, staring off into space, her mind the previous night with Greg or planning the following night. She would be oblivious to the office around her until she would feel the dampness of her panty crotch and the flush in her face.
One afternoon, about a week after that first fuck with her son she was sitting at her desk, fantasizing about his young hard body and his hard cock. The heat and dampness between her thighs suddenly brought her, almost back to reality. A little shakily, she pushed her chair back from her desk and rose.
"I'm going to the john, Marge," she said to the willowy blonde at the desk next to hers.
Marge looked up at her and smiled, nodding. Sharon quickly crossed the office, unaware of Marge's blue eyes following her. Inside the restroom, she stepped into one of the booths and closed the door. Quickly stripping down her slacks and panties, she sat down on the cold commode seat and leaned back against the tank with a sigh.
Her legs opened slightly and she rested her hands on her feverish thighs. Her cunt pulsed and itched just inches from her fingertips. Without opening her eyes, she let her fingers slide down between her thighs and stroked the damp hairy lips of her pussy. Drops of warm juice met her probing fingertips.
Passion seeped into her mind and her legs opened wider. Her fingers pulled the drooling slit open and two fingers slid gently into the molten hole. Her body jerked and she opened her mouth to soften the rasp of her breath. Her thumb found her throbbing clit. Massaging it, she spread her legs wide and surrendered to the consuming passion that bailed up inside her.
"Need any help?" a soft voice asked.
Sharon's hand froze and her eyes popped open. Marge stood in the doorway of the booth, a smile on her lips and her eyes gazing at Sharon's cunt. Sharon's mouth worked slowly, noiselessly. Before she could find her voice, the woman stepped inside the small booth and locked the door.
"You really should lock the door if you are going to jack off" she said in that lilting semi-whisper.
"Marge!" Sharon gasped.
The blonde looked at her and continued to smile. Sharon was still overcome with shock. Marge gazed at Sharon's pussy and licked her lips slowly lifting her gaze, she looked into Sharon's eyes with a look of lust.
"I asked if I could help!, she said. Leaning over slightly, the tip of her long red fingernails soaked gently over Sharon's naked thighs.
Still in the grasp of passion and hypnotized by the woman's manner, Sharon made no move to stop her. She looked down and watched the fingers exploring her thighs.
"You have such, nice legs," Marge murmured. "And a beautiful pussy," she added.
Bending her knees, Marge dropped slowly to the floor, kneeling at Sharon's feet. Her invading fingers crept up the satiny surface of Sharon's thighs. Her face was locked in a mask of lust.
"Such a lovely pussy!" Her words were gasped as she touched the fur-covered cunt-lips.
Sharon jerked and whimpered as Marge's fingers gently parted the wet lips and slipped between them. Her fingertip stroked Sharon's clit, ever so lightly. Sharon let her hands be pushed away from her pussy and surrendered to the woman's gentle caress. Her body trembled and her legs splayed to their widest.
"SO juicy!" Soft whispered words reached Sharon's burning ears.
Soft lips touched Sharon's knee and she opened her eyes to see Marge kissing her. Her body shifted and her full red lips moved painfully slow, tracing a course up Sharon's bare thighs. Her finger stroked slowly, softly over Sharon's throbbing cut.
"Oh, God!" Sharon moaned. Her body slumped and she lifted her hips a little in offering to the woman's approaching lips.
"It smells so delicious!" Marge rasped as she neared the gaping, drooling slit. Her hands pushed at the inside of Sharon's thighs, forcing them to spread to their limit.
Her hot moist breath wafted across Sharon's sensitive flesh and sent shivers through her. Sharon clamped her eyes tightly shut, unable to watch. She felt the press of wet lips at the juncture of her thighs and she held her breath. Her cunt spasmed and she felt hot juice trickle out of it and down over her ass.
For a moment there was no motion between her legs. Then with a slurping sound, the lips of her cunt were pulled apart and a hot tongue flicked up the length of the glistening crevice. Sharon jerked and her body stiffened.
Slurping and smacking, Marge licked again and again up the slit, pausing to tease the little knob of her cit. Her tongue lapped again and again at Sharon's pussy, sending her into a frenzy of lust. Her hands caught the woman's head and pulled it to the steaming valley, guiding it to her throbbing little love button.
Marge whimpered softly and sucked the hard little button, her tongue circling and teasing it. Her lips and tongue sucked and stroked Sharon to the very brink of coming, lapping up the seeping pussy juices and laying the slippery slit.
"Oh, God Suck it!" Sharon hissed. Her hands clutched at Marge's head, her hips flexing and lifting in rhythm with the woman's tongue. Her legs trembled and she stiffened.
"Aaaaaaggggnnnnnhhh" she wheezed. Pleasure exploded inside Sharon's straining body, shaking her like a leaf in the wind.
Marge's tongue laved gently over her convulsing pussy, sipping the thin juices from her spasming hole. Her body was trembling against Sharon's. For long seconds, Sharon hovered in the throes of her climax, savoring the sensations that it brought and the tender sensations of Marge's tongue.
Sinking back onto the commode seat, Sharon gasped and moaned softly. Her eyes opened, still gassy with passion, Marge lifted her face from her drooling pussy and smiled up at Sharon. Her face was wet and glistening with pussy juice and her eyes glazed with passion.
"Delicious pussy!" Marge whispered.
"Delicious come!" Sharon added. "Thank you!"
"My pleasure. I love to eat pussy almost as much as I love to eat cock," she revealed.
"I've never eaten one. A pussy, that is," Sharon confessed.
Marge smiled at her with renewed interest. "We'll have to remedy that," she said with a smile. The thought rushed through Sharon's mind and sent a surge of heat rushing through her. "When?" she asked, her voice thick with passion.
Marge shrugged and rose to her feet. She leaned her damp face to Sharon's and kissed her full on the mouth. Sharon could smell and taste her pussy juice on the woman's lips. It sent a shiver through her. Marge's tongue pierced her lips and explored Sharon's mouth, slowly. Sharon found her hands reaching up for the woman's body.
Marge pulled away and straightened up. She smiled down at Sharon. "How about dinner, tonight?" she asked.
Sharon paused to think, but the image her mind came up with was of Marge's naked body. She nodded. "Yes," she replied.
"Okay, about eight?"
"Fine. I'm looking forward to it." Sharon gazed up at her as she spoke.
Marge stepped back a step and suddenly whisked up her dress. Sharon stared, wide eyed at her long legs, encased in old fashioned stockings and garter belt. She wore no parities and Sharon's mouth dropped open when she saw the bare, hairless pussy. Before she could react further, Marge dropped her dress and smoothed it.
"Just a preview," she said. She turned without another word and disappeared through the booth door.
Sharon sat for another minute or two in near shock. Slowly, she regained her senses, wiped her wet pussy and pulled her clothes back on. She was a little weak in the knees as she returned to the office. Marge sat at her desk, looking perfectly normal until she looked up at Sharon. Sex flashed from her blue eyes, sending a shiver through Sharon.
"Sure you'll be alright?" Sharon asked, nervously.
"I'll be fine. Go on and enjoy yourself, Mom," Greg assured her.
She checked herself in the mirror. Her short dress matched her complexion and eyes. The swell of her full breasts rose but of the low neckline and her nipples made little bumps in the front of the cloth. She touched her hair and turned back to her son.
"The Wells' number is by the phone in the kitchen and I'll try to be home early." She knew the last part was a lie, but she felt the need to reassure him as well as herself. She felt like a girl on her first date.
"I'll be fine. Goodnight," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips and helping her on with her coat. The drive across town to Marge's house was short for some reason, that night. She had only been there once before, and she wasn't sure that she could find it again, but suddenly she was in front of the low, ranch style house in one of the nicer subdivisions.
She pulled up into the driveway and got out, locking her car before going up the walk. Her finger reached for the doorbell, but never made contact. The door opened. Sharon felt her heart leap into her throat. Marge's husband stood smiling in the doorway.
"Hello, Sharon. Come in," his deep voice greeted.
"Hello, Steve." She replied a little hesitantly.
She stepped inside and looked quickly past him to see if she could catch sight of Marge. It hadn't been discussed, but she had assumed that Steve would be elsewhere.
"Marge is tied up right now. We'll join her in a moment," Steve said. "May I take your coat?"
"Oh, yes," she replied, a little unsure of herself.
He hung her coat in the closet and took her arm.
"How about a drink?" he asked guiding her into the living room.
"Thanks, I could use one." There was a lot of truth in her statement.
"Have a seat. Scotch okay?"
"Uh, yes, fine." She settled into a chair. Her eyes fell on his back and she looked at him for the first time. He wore a lounge suit that looked something like a karate outfit. His lean body moved fluidly as he mixed their drinks.
"Here you are," he said turning and catching her looking at him. He handed her a glass and lowered himself into a chair across from her.
Without a word, he sipped his drink and looked into Sharon's eyes. She fidgeted and sipped her drink, uncomfortable under his gaze.
"Marge told me about you and what happened today in the john," he said casually.
Sharon almost choked on her drink. Her eyes widened and she glanced away from him quickly. She felt the blush burn from her face down her neck and over her body.
"Don't be uptight. We are very open minded and I had hoped you were, also."
"I am. It's just that you took me by surprise." She looked at him, the drink warming her and relaxing at the same time.
"Very open minded?" he asked
"I think so." She stared at him, inquisitively.
His eyes met hers for a moment and then dropped to her knees. She was aware that her dress had crept up and her knees were open. For a second, she thought of closing them and then decided against it.
"Together enough to fuck me?" he asked quietly.
She looked up at him and smiled sexily. "Sounds delicious,? she replied.
Marge and I together?" His eyes were fixed on her, scanning for her reaction.
"Sounds even better!" Her voice was throaty with lust and her eyes were droopy lidded as she smiled back at him.
"One last question." He paused for effect. "How do you feel about bondage?"
She looked at him for a second and saw that he was serious. She turned the thought over in her mind and let it sink in.
She shrugged. "I've never tried it."
"Marge and I get off on it and she sensed that you might." He sipped his drink and let that sink in. "The reason that she hasn't come out is that she is tied up in the bedroom, waiting for us."
Sharon stared at him for a moment and saw that he was serious. She let an image flicker before her mind's eye. It was of Marge's naked body tied down. A surge of heat welled up in her. Her eyes narrowed and her breath quickened.
Rising, he reached his hand out to Sharon. "Shall we go see Marge?"
Sharon gulped the rest of her drink and setting the glass aside, rose. Her hand reached up and slipped behind his head, pulling his mouth down to hers. Her tongue stabbed between his lips and probed his hot wet mouth. Her other hand rubbed down the front of his lounging suit and clutched his cock. It lurched in her grasp.
"Let's," she replied, pulling her hands from his body just as suddenly as she had grabbed him. He stared down at her for a second, finding new appreciation for her.
They walked through the house to a door near the rear and stopped. Steve turned to her.
"This is our play room. Once inside, feel free to let your fantasies run free," he explained. His hand turned the knob and opened the door. Sharon stepped into the dimly lit room and surveyed it.
The walls were black, hanging with folds of some sort of thin black netting. The light came from two glowing red fixtures, casting a mysterious, dreamlike atmosphere around the room. The only piece of furniture was a white bed in the center of the floor. On it lay Marge, tied naked and spread eagled. Her mouth was gagged and her eyes stared at Sharon.
Sharon smiled at the woman, surveying her body. Her tits were small and pert, the nipples deep pink and erect. Her pussy was completely bare, not a hair on it. The inner lips peeked out at Sharon, deep pink and glistening in the red light. A rustle behind Sharon caught her attention and she turned her head to investigate.
Steve had slipped off his suit and stood naked except for a leather jockey strap and two leather wrist bands. He was pulling a full leather mask over his face. A shiver ran through Sharon.
"Like to put these on?" he asked handing her several articles.
She nodded and started stripping. In seconds, she was naked. The leather bra was cut out around the nipples and fit tightly around her large globes. The feel of the soft hide sent a prickle of passion through her erect nipples.
The leather tights clung to her legs like a second skin. Her ass fit tight in the snug leather, her pussy exposed by the cut-out crotch. The half mask covered her face just around her eyes. As she donned the garb, Sharon felt a new and strange erotic sensation creep over her. Pulling on the skin-tight gloves with wide flared cuffs, she turned to face the white bed.
Steve stood at the edge of it, looking down at Marge's naked body. A whip of soft nylon strand flicked softly against his leg. Sharon looked at Marge and thought how like a little girl she looked with her hairless pussy and small breasts. The heat of lust bubbled faster deep inside her pussy.
"Our little girl has been very bad," Steve said in a gruff voice, looking over his shoulder at Sharon.
Catching her role from him, she responded, "How has she been bad? What did she do?" She joined him at the bed and looked down at the expression on Marge's face. She looked afraid.
"She was playing with her pussy in bed tonight." Steve played his part to the hilt.
Sharon assumed a hands-on-hips posture and pulled her face into a stem, tight-lipped expression. "Then I guess we had better punish her!" she snapped.
Marge shook her head violently from side to side and whimpered and gurgled against the gag. Steve nodded and reached down to catch one of her small nipples between his fingers and pinched it. Marge arched her back and tried to pull away from him. He sneered and twisted the tender button.
"What do you think would be fitting punishment for her?" he asked, still pinching the nipple. Sharon could see the other one becoming erect and distended.
"Oh, let's see," she replied and thought. "How about making her drink your come?"
Steve nodded slowly. "She could drink it out of your pussy," he added.
"I have a better idea," Sharon said. "I'll go fuck the dog and we'll make her suck his come out of me."
Steve turned to look at her. His nostrils were flared and he was breathing raggedly. His eyes were glazed with lust. His cock stood out hard and long above the leather jock strap. His eyes questioned through his lust and Sharon smiled an answer. Both looked at Marge and there was pure horror in her eyes.
Sharon turned and walked quickly to the door. Steve followed close behind. She went straight to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
"What have you got in mind?" he asked, more than little lost.
"Be patient and watch," Sharon answered.
She took two eggs from the refrigerator and broke them over a pan, straining out the yolks, letting the whites drop into the pan. Pouring in just enough condensed milk to turn the egg whites milky, she turned on a burner on the range and heated the mixture, stirring slowly. Testing it frequently, she removed it from the heat. Taking a rubber meat baster, she slowly poured the thick slippery fluid into it and sitting on a stool, squirted the warm mixture into her cunt.
"I'll be goddamn!" Steve spit. "Where did you learn that?"
"Read it somewhere," she replied, rubbing the last of the artificial come over the lips of her pussy, leaving drops clinging to her cunt-hairs.
"Looks like Marge was more right about you than she realized."
"Could be," Sharon said smiling. She rose and started back to the bedroom, a trickle of the mixture oozing down the inside of her thigh. "Remember, I just fucked a German Shepherd," she cautioned as they reached the bedroom door.
She pushed the door open and walked to the edge of the bed. Marge saw the white fluid trickling down the inside of her thigh. She jerked at the leather thongs that held her wrists, her muscles straining and the cords in her neck standing out as she pulled.
"Prince filled my cunt all full of nice hot doggie come," Sharon rasped. "And now you are going to get to suck all of it out of my pussy."
Sharon's hand dipped between her legs and scooped up a gob of the sticky fluid and dripped it onto Marge's nipples, smearing it around slowly. The woman jerked and thrashed to the limits of her bonds, muffled cries escaping the gag.
Steve leaned over and stripped the gag away. Marge whimpered and stared at the two. Sharon knelt on the bed and began to crawl toward her head.
"No! No!" Marge gasped, her eyes fixed on Sharon's oozing cunt. She shook her head violently, twisting it away from the approaching pussy. Steve stepped in and twisted her face back around.
Sharon was caught up in the spirit of the role, her body throbbing with passion, her mind foggy and aflame. She almost felt as if she had just fucked a huge German shepherd and that it was his come oozing from her cunt. She looked down at the terrified face below her and through the fog of her lust, it seemed to be the face of a young girl. She lifted her leg and straddled the face, her hands closing over the small, hard tipped breasts.
A glob of thick slippery artificial come dropped from her cunt and hit Marge's mouth and nose. The woman shivered and jerked, twisting her head against Steve's hold. Sharon lowered her pussy quickly to the smeared face, her passion building at lightning speed. She felt the lips of her slippery cunt press down onto the lips of her slippery cunt press down onto the lips of Marge's mouth, and the woman's nose pressed against her asshole.
"Eat my slimy, nasty cunt!" Sharon commanded, sliding back and forth on Marge's face. Her cunt convulsed, forcing out another glob. Marge sputtered. Sharon twisted the woman's nipples and barked again, "Eat it, damn it!"
She felt Marge wince with pain as her tongue slithered out of her mouth and sliced through the gooey crevice.
"I said for you to eat the dog come out of my cunt!" She twisted the nipples harder and ground her cunt down on Marge's face. The tongue stabbed up into the cunt-hole, her mouth making wet slurping sounds on Sharon's cunt. Out of the corner of her eye, Sharon saw Steve remove his hands from Marge's head and rock back on his heels to watch the show. His cock bobbed at his crotch. She looked at the long, purple-headed rod of flesh and let herself go, abandoning her body to her lusts.
"Eat it all out and then I'm going to let Steve fuck my asshole and make you suck his come out of it!" she barked.
Marge's tongue lapped furiously at Sharon's cunt, her hands clawing at her full thighs, pulling her down tighter against, her open mouth. Steve stared with glazed eyes and stroked his throbbing cock. Sharon rocked back and forth on Marge's face, her pussy pulsing and spasming as she neared her first climax.
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon jerked and bounced on Marge's face. Her cunt convulsed, squeezing the last thick glob of fake come into Marge's sucking, lapping mouth. She looked down through her lust glazed eyes at the naked cunt between the woman's spread thighs and hunger surged up in her throat. A hunger to suck. For a moment, she hesitated. She had never felt the raw urge to lick a pussy before.
Marge's tongue sliced through her cunt again, flicking across Sharon's throbbing little clit. Sharon groaned. Her body swayed for a moment and she gazed at Marge's hairless pussy. With a whimper, she folded over, her mouth open. Her face plunged between the woman's slim thighs and she was vaguely aware of the faint sweet odor of pussy in her nostrils. Then the tart taste teased her extended tongue. Her mouth cupped the soft fleshy lips, her tongue slicing between them. Hot, slippery cunt juice greeted it as she thrust it into the pulsing hole. Sharon moaned into the hot juicy cunt and sucked at its sweetness.
Marge's mouth went wild on Sharon's pussy. Her tongue lapped with new urgency and she sucked noisily at the hairy folds. Sharon pushed it down harder against the woman's mouth and burrowed her face deeper into the steaming cunt.
Strange new lusts and passions surged up in Sharon. Her blurred mind experienced new and exciting sensations. Her flesh throbbed with the new tastes and sensations. Her face was already glistening with pussy-juice when she raised up a moment to grind her pussy against Marge's mouth.
"Yes! Yes! Suck my cunt!" she rasped, diving back between Marge's thighs.
Her mouth slurped and lapped noisily at the hot soft folds. Her tongue stabbed between them, flicking across the tiny hard knob of Marge's clit. It vibrated under her caress, Marge's hips jerked with each contact.
A sudden stinging blow struck the cheeks of her ass. Sharon jerked and turned her head. Steve was swinging the nylon whip it struck her, burning the stretched skin and sending small shock waves up her spine. She whimpered and found herself looking forward to the next lash.
"Slut! Bitch!" he barked as he wielded the whip. "I'll teach you to suck your own daughter's cunt!"
His words slammed into Sharon's brain with the impact of a hammer. Heat and lust surged through her and she plunged, her face back into Marge's cunt. She let herself imagine that it was a girl's pussy and her body picked up the passion that ser was generating.
Each blow of the lash sent her mind reeling and her tongue deeper into the spasming sweet cunt. Her hips hunched and flexed over Marge's face, grinding her drooling pussy against the thrusting hungry tongue.
Marge was bouncing and lurching against the restraining ropes, her body trembling in total abandon. Soft, wet sucking noises filled the room and the heat of their bodies rose into the air. Sharon shuddered from one climax to another, feeling each one grow in intensity. She let the last of her control slip and abandoned herself to the lust that drove her body.
With a muffled wail, Marge thrust up against her face and stiffened. Marge's cunt and clit vibrated against Sharon's tongue and lips and a thin spurt of hot juice shot into her open mouth. Sharon sucked it in hungrily and sucked at the convulsing hole with renewed fervor.
Her cunt was dribbling its dew into Marge's slurping mouth. With the repeated jerk and ooze of the slit in her mouth, Sharon felt her pleasure glide to a tense new peak. She whimpered and lapped greedily, trying to push herself over the edge. Marge's motionless tongue suddenly jerked in a spasm of pleasure and bumped Sharon's clit. Sharon raised her face from the slippery pussy arid, with mouth open wide, wailed her pleasure.
Great shaking waves of pleasure racked her body, shaking her violently. Her mind sank into the red fog of climax and for a few seconds she left all reality.
She collapsed onto Marge's heaving body and licked weakly at the woman's oozing slit. A tongue stroked her convulsing cunt softly.
Almost recovered, Sharon raised her head and turned to look at Steve. His cock stood hard and angry, the head dark and shiny. It bobbed and pulsed, a tiny drop seeping from the slit in the end. New lust kindled in her and she licked the last of the pussy-juice from her lips. Pussy was good and she had discovered that she, liked it, but nothing would ever be as good to her as cock. She rolled off Marge's limp body and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand reached out to touch the throbbing cock.
Steve grabbed her wrist and glared down at her through the holes in the leather mask. "You have to earn the right to touch my cock, Slut!" he growled.
A shiver of excitement ran through her, her arm relaxed and he released his grasp. Her eyes asked the question and he answered.
"On your fuckin' knees and lick my boots!" he rasped.
Sharon slid from the bed to the floor and bent her head to the black shiny leather boats. Her tongue flattened and extended. She timidly licked the smooth surface.
"You can do better than that!" His voices crackled with authority. "Lick them clean!"
Sharon felt herself begin to heat up with passion for the degrading position that he was putting her in. She licked the boots, her movements guided by lust.
"Now, my legs!" he commanded.
She straightened a little and licked up his hairy legs, trying to cover every inch. Her fingers caressed the wet surface of his boots as she worked over his skin. She savored the slightly sweaty taste of him and licked more feverishly. He moved a leg and pressed something with his foot. Sharon saw Marge rise from the bed and slip the ropes from her wrists.
"Alright little slut, follow your whore of a mother's lead!"
Marge whimpered and dropped to the floor on her knees. Her pointed tongue found his other leg and lapped obediently. Her hands stole secret caresses on Sharon's thighs and nipples as she obeyed.
Steve's hand grabbed a handful of Sharon's hair and pulled her mouth from his leg. "Now, lick my ass!"
For a moment, Sharon hesitated. His hand jerked her head, pulling at her hair. She trembled and rose to the hairy cheeks of his ass and licked timidly. His hand released her hair and she felt him shiver as her tongue glided over his hard muscled ass-cheeks. Her tongue worked closer and closer to the cleft between them. Her saliva gleamed on the hairy surface. Her tongue touched the top of the split and he jerked.
"Yesssssss!" he hissed. "Down the crack of my ass, too!"
Her tongue snaked down the tight cleft, slowly, her fingers pulling the hard cheeks apart as she went. Her breath rasped into the deep, narrow valley as her lust came to a boil. She probed the unknown crevice, her nose pressing into the division. Pulling her head back, she pushed her fingers into the cleft and pulled it open. The brown puckered hole peered out at her. She paused for a second and then, with a whimper, plunged her face into the valley, her pointed tongue extended.
Steve groaned and jerked as her tongue touched his asshole. His body bent forward a little and he pushed his ass back against her face. Sharon licked lightly at the tight hole, letting her tongue explore its wrinkled surface.
"Put your fuckin' tongue in!" he barked.
It refused to give at first, then she finally penetrated, the ring of muscle clutching at her intruding tongue. She pushed her tongue in as deep as it would go, her mouth gaping around his asshole.
"Tongue fuck it!"
She obeyed, working her tongue in and out of the tight hole, her saliva drooling from her lower lip, wetting his ass and trickling down to his balls.
"Enough!" he growled. "You've earned the honor of sucking my cock!"
Sharon crawled hurriedly around his feet and took his bobbing cock in her hand. It throbbed against her palm, the dark plum-shaped head shiny and hot. Her mouth dropped open and her head descended. Her breath brushed the sensitive head, briefly and then her tongue grazed the blunt end. Steve groaned and his hips jerked.
"Take your mother's place at my asshole," he barked at Marge, tugging her head up behind him by the hair.
Sharon felt his cock lurch against her tongue and knew that Marge's tongue had found its mark. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed his cock head, her tongue laying the satiny skin slowly.
"That's it, Bitch! Suck that cock until it's dry!" His voice sounded far away and muffled in Sharon's pounding ears.
Her mouth slid down over the thick shaft, her tongue squeezing the underside. The hot knob bumped the back of her throat and she paused. Her breath was a ragged rasp through her nostrils. Her fingers clutched at his ass-cheeks, pulling them apart, giving Marge complete access to his asshole.
"Take it all!" Steve commanded, grasping her head and shoving his cock to the hilt in her hot wet mouth.
Sharon fought for a moment, gagging as the bulbous head pressed into her throat. Her nose was buried in the thick curly hair around the base of his cock. She arched her neck and the gagging sensation eased. His hips flexed and his cock slid out of her mouth. Still holding her head, he thrust his prick deep into her throat again. Sharon moaned around the thick knob, her fingers clutching tighter at his ass. Her mouth and throat milked and squeezed his cock, her pussy having convulsions with passion. Hot thin pussy-juice seeped out over her thighs and ass.
"Good fuckin mouth!" he gasped. His hips thrust back and forth, thrusting his cock into Sharon's throat and then his asshole back over Marge's tongue.
Sharon let the leather glove on her right hand slide down his leg and drop between her legs. She touched her wet, hard clit and sparks exploded in her mind. Her hips jerked and she whimpered around Steve's thrusting cock.
He slammed his cock harder and deeper into her mouth. Marge's tongue pierced the tight ring of his asshole. He could hear the slurp of the two mouths and his body shuddered violently.
Sharon felt the quaking of his body and knew that it announced the beginning of his climax. She plunged her gloved fingers into her spanning cunt and jerked her head back until just the head of his cock was captured by her lips. The first gusher of scalding come filled her mouth and seeped in a white trickle from the corner. She swallowed quickly and caught the next glob. Again and again, he filled her mouth and she swallowed until the final spurt dribbled into her mouth. He shook from head to toe and groaned.
Marge was sucking and tonguing his asshole, oblivious to his coining and Sharon's swallowing of his jism. Her fingers were clawing at her hairless cunt, smearing her juices over her cunt and her thighs.
Steve pushed Sharon's head away from his cock and fell forward across the bed, leaving the two women staring at each other. Sharon looked at Marge's lust twisted face and then down at her jerking hand between her thighs. She smiled and pushed herself slowly to her feet. The woman looked up at her, uncertainty in her face. Her hand paused on her pussy and she waited.
Sharon spread her legs and pulled the fleshy lips of her drooling cunt open. "Come suck me off!" she commanded. Come suck mother's nasty cunt!"
A twisted look of pleasure rippled across Marge's face and she moved forward. Her mouth opened and her pointed little tongue snaked out. Sharon looked down at her small face and trembled in anticipation. The pink tongue touched her pussy as the woman's cheeks brushed Sharon's slippery thighs.
Sharon pulled her cunt lips further apart and groaned. Marge's tongue lashed her clit with a passionate fury. Her small hands clutched Sharon's thighs and her face burrowed deeper up between her full thighs. Sharon's hips pistoned slowly over her face. Her tits throbbed and her cunt spasmed. Pleasure boiled up from deep inside and she shivered several times as she surrendered once again to lust.
The slurping sounds of Marge's mouth and the probe of her pointed tongue, combined with the mood and everything else in the room, sent Sharon's lust spiraling higher and higher. She moaned, whimpered and clutched at Marge's head, trying to pull her mouth tighter against her oozing cunt.
Suddenly, through the fog of her lust, Sharon realized that she had an undeniable need to pee. She tried at first to subdue it. That had no effect and Marge's mouth made matters worse.
"Stop, Marge!" she gasped. "I've got to pee!"
Her words had an effect, but not the one she had intended. Marge whimpered and dug her fingers into Sharon's thighs. Her tongue continued to tease Sharon's cut but her mouth cupped around her cunt and sucked.
Sharon jerked and pushed at the woman's head. "Stop! God, stop, Marge!" she wailed. "I can't hold it much longer!"
Marge just sucked harder and held on tighter. Sharon gritted her teeth and strained to hold herself in. With the suction of Marge's mouth and the caress of her tongue, she began to lose the battle.
"Oh! Oh!" Sharon cried out.
She felt the first trickle and the tight wire of her passion snapped and she shuddered and started coming. Marge lapped and sucked at her pussy, sipping the first trickle of the hot juice and opening her mouth wide, she waited for the rest. Sharon was totally lost. She rocked with her pleasure and lost contact with anything else and finally lost control.
Marge had leaned back a little, her mouth an inch or two from Sharon's convulsing cunt. Her mouth was open wide and her eyes watched for the telltale signs. A look of pure lust twisted her face into a mask of passion.
Sharon shuddered and a small cry escaped her throat. At the same time a yellow stream spurted from her pussy and splashed into Marge's mouth. Marge whimpered and shuddered. Through her slitted eyes, Sharon saw the woman gulp down her piss. From the motion of her body and the twisted expression on her face, Sharon knew that Marge was in the throes of a climax.
Waves of pleasure slamming through her body, Sharon surrendered to the other woman's demands and released a steaming yellow flood into her gaping mouth and over her face.
Marge jerked and whined as the yellow stream splashed into her mouth and over her small breasts. She closed her mouth to swallow and the piss hit her chin and cheeks, running in small rivers down her neck and tits.
With a grinding shudder and a gurgle, Sharon spewed the last trickle of her pee and fell back onto the bed, her breasts heaving as she rode out the ebbing throes of hr climax. Her cunt convulsed and drooled as pleasure racked her body and blanked her mind.
A distant voice brought. Sharon back almost to reality. "Now it's your turn," she heard Steve say. It didn't register in her mind until she felt something hot spraying onto her gaping pussy. Her eyes popped open and she looked down.
Steve stood over her, his cock clutched in his hand. Yellow piss spewed from the end of it and splashed onto her pussy. With a jerk and groan, she pushed up on her elbows and watched for a second. Lust and passion exploded deep inside her and she shook violently as the steaming piss soaked her cunt and clit, sending waves of pleasure through her.
With a little animal cry, Sharon rose and grabbed Steve's cock. Hot piss splashed on her belly and then her nipples as she redirected the spray. Her mouth fell open and the hot, yellow liquid filled it. Her muscles tightened and she trembled as another climax raked her nerves and shook her brain.
Three times she climaxed as Steve pissed on her face and tits. Finally, he ran dry and, with a whimper of disappointment, she let his cock slide from her hand and collapsed back onto the bed to savor the last waves of pleasure.
After they had recovered and were more stable on their feet, Steve and Marge led Sharon into a large shower stall and gently lathered her body and rinsed her. Lying her on a long, padded table, they rubbed body oils into her skin, pausing to tease her nipples and her little love button.
"You were much more than we had expected," Marge said with a smile.
Sharon smiled and stretched. "I have never even dreamed about anyone like you two!" she responded. Their hands were gently plying her flesh, rubbing in the second or third application of the soft oil.
"You don't think we are perverted, then?" Steve asked.
"If you are, then I am," Sharon replied with a chuckle.
"I hope we are going to see you often." Marge's face betrayed her doubt and concern.
"As often as you will have me." Sharon lifted her hand and stroked Marge's small pert breast as she spoke.
A tiny shiver ran through Marge and she smiled.
"We have several other little fantasies that we enact and some other toys that you might be interested in the next time," Steve injected.
"Oooo! Sounds interesting.
Steve's fingers were stroking the inside of her thigh, slowly. His fingers brushed the fleshy lips of her pussy and she sucked her breath in sharply. "Like that?" he asked.
In answer she opened her legs wider and lifted her hips, exposing the flushed, inner lips of her cunt. His fingers caressed the tender flesh, his finger slipping lightly over the erect little button of her cut. A wince ran through her face and her legs stiffened.
"Mmmm! Looks like she's ready again," he quipped.
"I'm always ready," she hissed. His finger was working magic on her love button. Her head dropped to the edge of the table, her fingers closing around his semi-hard cock. It pressed hot and firm into her palm. She looked down at it and licked her lips.
Marge twirled one of Sharon's hard nipples between her fingers and smiled down at her. Her hand cupped the tit and massaged it gently. Passion began to glaze her eyes and she leaned over suddenly, her mouth closing around the nipple she had been teasing. Her hot tongue made wet circles around it and she sucked and nipped it with her teeth. Chattering sensations ran through Sharon, lifting off the table and sending heat waves through her belly.
Steve's fingers left her cunt and he walked around to the end of the table, at her feet. His hand clutched her ankles and tugged.
"Slide down a little," lie whispered.
Sharon complied quickly, her knees bending and her heels lifting. He stopped her at the edge. His cock bumped her cunt, the dark knob hot and throbbing. She gasped and whimpered.
"Oh, fuck yes!" she hissed. "Fuck me!"
He obliged, pressing his cock against the slippery lips and forcing them apart. He gasped as the head plunged into her molten hole, surrounding it with wet heat.
His cock sank slowly to the hilt and paused. Sharon was ecstatic. Her face was split with a broad grin. Her heels rested on his shoulders and his balls pressed against her round ass. She opened her eyes and looked down at Marge's face at her tit.
"Come sit on my face!" she rasped. "I want you both at the same time."
Marge smiled up at her and hesitated. "Only if I can eat Steve's come out of you after he shoots off," she replied.
"Anything, just please give me that luscious pussy!"
Marge climbed onto the table and swung herself over Sharon's open mouth. She faced Sharon's feet purposely so that she could watch Steve pistoning his long thick cock into her mushy cunt.
"Oooooo, beautiful pussy!" Sharon cooed as the hairless slit descended to her mouth. She spread the lips with her fingers and stabbed her tongue into the soggy hole, sucking in the woman's hot juices, noisily.
Steve's cock made long slow strokes into her soft cunt. His balls began to bump her ass with each thrust and she pulled her knees back as far as she could, until they pressed into her tits. His balls bounced against her asshole, sending shivers through her cunt.
Marge rocked back and forth in rhythm with Steve's thrust, rubbing her drooling cunt and erect little cut across Sharon's tongue. As Steve increased his pace, she followed. Sharon whimpered and gurgled into the woman's cunt, totally lost in her passion. Her cunt spasmed around Steve's scorching cock and her tongue lapped at Marge's steaming pussy.
"Uh! Uh! Eat it! Ooooo yes!" Marge wailed. She rocked faster as her climax approached. Steve watched her bunching over Sharon's face and felt the cunt around his cock spasm and clench and he slammed it deep into the squishy hole. His hands clutched her thighs, holding her still as he rammed his gorged, throbbing cock to the bottom of her cunt.
Sharon was beside herself with pleasure. Steve's cock bumped to the bottom of her cunt with each stroke and sent shock waves of pleasure up her spine. Marge was coming for the second time in her mouth. She drank the woman's pussy juices greedily.
"Ah! Uh! Uhf" Steve grunted as his hips blurred into motion and he rammed his cock harder and harder into her.
He slammed his cock to the hilt and stiffened. His body trembled and he let out a wail. His cock jerked and Sharon felt the scalding flood of his jism as it boiled out and filled her convulsing cunt.
Marge shuddered and came again, her cunt oozing the thin sweet juice of her climax and Sharon lapped it in hungrily. Before she had scavenged the last drops, Marge rolled off her and dropped to the floor. Sharon felt Steve's cock sliding slowly out and, in one motion, it was replaced by Marge's mouth.
The woman's tongue plunged into Sharon's steaming gooey cunt and scooped out gobs of thick hot come. Her mouth slurped noisily as she ate pussy-juice. Sharon squealed and arched her back. A final climax slammed through her, almost sending her into a faint. She jerked and bounced and whined as Marge lapped up every drop of the milky jizz.
Steve came to her side and presented her with his slimy cock and she licked it clean as Marge finished sucking her cunt. She was too weak to even smile when Marge finally stood up and licked the last few drops from her face and chin.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sharon felt sure that, after that night with Steve and Marge, she would be sexually satisfied for a few days. Her body betrayed her the following day. She came home from work, tired and sleepy Greg wasn't home when she arrived but she thought nothing of it.
She fell into the shower and stood for a long time, letting the steaming hot water wash away some of the tiredness. Refreshed a little, she dried and slipped on her robe. Going straight to the bar, she made herself a stiff drink, dropped into an, overstuffed chair and sighed.
She was halfway through the drink when she heard Greg's voice and the thud of the back door. She turned her head to the kitchen and saw her son and his best friend, Mark, as they entered the living room.
Before she could open her mouth or pull her robe around her exposed legs, Greg spoke, "HI, Mom! It's okay if Mark stays over tonight, isn't it?"
"Of course if it's alright with his mother." She pulled her robe over her legs and noticed the disappointed look on Mark's face as she did.
"She said it was okay, Mrs. Monroe," the boy chimed in.
"Okay, fine with me, then." Sharon smiled as she looked him over.
He was a little shorter than Greg, and about the same build. His hair was dark with matching dark eyes. She felt her body tingle as she let her mind drift to his crotch and her eyes surveyed the bulge there.
"We had dinner at Mark's, by the way," Greg added.
Okay. Ill make myself a sandwich." She I drained her glass and rose. "Just make yourself at home, Mark," she said over her shoulder as she started to the kitchen. I
Leaning against the sink, Sharon rocked slowly back and forth. Her crotch was moist and hot from the thoughts she was having about Mark.
Shaking off her lust for a few minutes, she made a sandwich and ate it slowly, focusing her mind on each bite just to keep her mind off the two boys all the other end of the house.
Finished, she cleaned up the kitchen a bit and went back into the living room and flipped on the television. She could hear the shower running and let her mind wander to pictures of who was under the spray and what their body looked like. Her lust began to warm all over again.
Greg walked into the living room and sat down. He had a strange grin and his face and he looked at his mother intently for several minutes. Sharon looked over at him several times, waiting for him to say whatever he had on his mind.
"Mom?" he said finally.
"Hmmm?" Sharon was feeling very mellow from her drink and the warmth of her lust.
"Could Mark and I have a beer or something?" His eager expression froze on his young face as he awaited her reply.
Sharon looked down into her empty glass and thought for a moment. The possibilities of two boys looped on liquor ran through her mind and she smiled to herself. "I guess it'll be alright."
"Gee, thanks, Mom!" he bubbled.
"But!" She stopped him. "You can't overdo it!"
"We won't"
The shower stopped and Sharon glanced up at the bathroom door in the hall. The expression on her face caught Greg's attention. He looked at the door and back to his mother's face. Her full red lips were slightly parted, glistening in the lamp light. Her eyes were heavy lidded and glassy. The boy realized what she was thinking and nodded slowly, his face spread with a grin.
Sharon crossed her legs, letting her robe fall away. Her legs were bare all the way to her full white thighs. Her long red fingernails scraped the soft skin of her leg as she stared at the bathroom door and waited.
When she looked back to Greg, he was staring at her thighs, his mouth set in a line of determination as if he were resisting the lust that was rising in his loins.
Sharon let one leg slide off the other and drop slowly until it was extended. The other leg drooped to the side, just as slowly, opening her cunt to his eyes. She saw him wince and his eyes widened. He looked up at her face and she smiled sexily at him, her pink tongue slipping across her lips suggestively.
Greg stared at the deep pink slit, the pouting lips glistening with the juices of her passion. His eyes bulged in their sockets and he shifted nervously. Sharon felt the tingle of excitement that always ran through her when a male looked at her with that expression.
She closed her legs and smiled at her son. "I need another drink," she rasped sexily. She crossed to the bar, aware of Greg's eyes on her ass as she walked.
"It's yours, Greg," Mark called as he stepped from the bathroom into the hall.
Sharon turned and a flash of heat surged through her cunt as she looked at Mark's body with a towel wrapped around his waist, his only covering, he looked at her and turned nervously dawn the hall.
Greg rose and hurried to the bathroom, but not too fast for Sharon to spy the telltale bulge in the crotch of his jeans. She shivered with anticipation and turned back to the bar. She poured a double slug of scotch and turned back to her chair just in time to come face to face with Mark. He had slipped on a pair of jeans and was naked to the waist.
"Like a beer or a drink?" she asked, stopping to look at him.
He hesitated and shifted on his feet. "yeah, I'll have a beer." His voice was almost squeaky.
With a smile, Sharon turned back to the bar, opened the small refrigerator and withdrew a can. "Straight or in a glass?"
"In the can," he replied.
She crossed to him, handing him the can. His fingers touched hers as he took it. He almost winced. She let her hand clutch the cold metal can for a few seconds, her eyes boring into his, sparks flowing from her fingers into his.
"Sit down," she finally offered, releasing the beer.
He dropped onto the sofa opposite her as she settled into the overstuffed chair. He popped the top on the beer can and leaned back, his eyes coming up to look at her. She sat with her legs crossed, the robe dropped down exposing the long columns of white flesh half way up her thighs. She could see the lump form in his throat and his eyes widen.
Sipping her drink, she pretended to turn her attention to the T.V., her empty hand resting lightly on her thigh. From the corner of her eye, she could see the boy cast frequent, quick glances at her as he tilted the can to his mouth. With almost invisible manipulations, she edged the robe further and further up her thigh.
Sharon waited for just the right moment and then uncrossed her legs and slowly recrossed them the other way. She paused for a full second, giving Mark an unobstructed, lingering view of her hairy twat. She could hear the whistle as he sucked in his breath.
With heavy lidded eyes, she turned to look at him silently. He licked his lips and tried to look at the T.V. screen. He shifted nervously under her gaze. Deliberately and slowly, Sharon uncrossed her legs again and putting both feet on the floor, opened them. Mark groaned softly and stared at her drooling slit.
With a leering smile, Sharon lifted her hand to the buttons of the robe and slowly opened the top ones. The 'V' at her throat widened, exposing the rise of her tits and the valley between them. The last button open, a path of exposed flesh ran from her face to the hairy lips of her cunt.
Without a word, she pulled one side of the robe back, baring the large globe of her clit and the erect nipple in the center of the brown crown.
Mark shook his head slowly, trying to clear it. He looked quickly at the closed bathroom door, concerned about Greg.
"Don't worry about Greg," she reassured, breaking the long silence.
The boy looked up at her face for the first time in several minutes and smiled weakly. She chuckled and let her legs open slightly wider. She licked her red lips, slowly. The boy wheezed a painful breath, his eyes bulging in disbelief as he leaned forward and stared at her pink glistening slit.
Sharon dropped her fingers to the edge of her robe and pulled it open, exposing the dark curly mat of hair above her cunt. Her red fingernails combed slowly through the curls and edged toward her gaping wet slit. Mark's eyes moved up to her face and she licked her lips and smiled back at him, her eyelids drooping with passion and her nostrils flared with her quickened breathing His eyes returned to her cunt just as her slim fingers touched her cunt-lips and eased them apart, unveiling the red button of her erect cut.
"Oh, shit!" the boy rasped and jerked. His hand clutched at his crotch and his young body trembled.
Sharon paused and watched him. His eyes were mere slits and he jerked slowly, his hand motionlessly clutching his cock through the denim jeans. She realized that he was coming. A whimper of lust, mixed with disappointment slipped between her clenched teeth.
Mark's eyes closed and he sighed, leaning back against the sofa. Sharon sat motionless, watching the boy ride out the final throes of his climax. Her cunt throbbed hungrily, her tiny love button pulsing hotly. Her finger trembled against it as she fought the desire to leap across the room and rip the boy's jeans off and lap up his sweet young juice.
Sharon shivered with passion and tore her eyes from the boy's sagging body and met her son's eyes. He stood at the bathroom door, his naked body glistening from the shower, a smile on his lips and his cock standing straight and hard from his trim loins. He winked at her and nodded. Turning down the hall, he disappeared and Sharon stared after him for a moment, letting his silent message sink in. He was telling her to go ahead.
Shaking the trance from her brain, she looked back to Mark and saw him still slumped on the sofa, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. She rose slowly and stripped open her robe, her erect nipples springing from under the garment and throbbing softly in the lust heated air. Her cunt was slippery and hot against her thighs as she stepped across to the sofa and paused to look down at the boy.
"Huh!" Mark grunted as his eyes opened and he saw her exposed body so close.
Without a sound, Sharon dropped slowly to her knees, her hands grasping his knees. She pushed her fingers slowly, lightly up over the rough cloth of his jeans and clutched his belt buckle.
The boy jerked, his eyes bulging. He looked quickly toward the hall and the bathroom. His hands grabbed at hers, trying to stop her motion.
"Don't worry about Greg!" she rasped, pulling at his belt.
"Me. . . are your sure?" the boy squeaked. She answered with a smile and a nod and continued her work with the belt and then his zipper. The white cotton of his shorts peeked out at her, a damp stain still soaking through the cloth. She sucked her breath in noisily and hurried to pull his jeans down. He lifted his hips and watched helpless as she stripped them off and tossed them aside.
Sharon's eyes widened as she saw the outline of his still hard cock in the front of his shorts. The wet spot of his come covered the end of it and almost one half of the fly of the garment.
Running her fingers slowly back up the muscles of his legs, Sharon fixed her eyes on his crotch and licked her lips in anticipation. Her fingers slowed as they neared his crotch and she pushed his legs further apart, edging her torso between his knees and bending her head toward his waist. The boy watched her in breathless shock as her face melted into a hot mask of lust.
The room was totally silent except for the rasp of the woman's breath and the soft rustle of motion as her fingers stroked the cotton covered bulge of his cock and her fingernails scraped his hard thighs. A tiny whimper slipped through her lips and her head dipped. Her fingers gripped the bulge of his cock as her full red lips dropped to it and pressed against it through the warm, damp cotton.
The firm rod of his cock sent heat through the soft cotton of his shorts, warming her parted lips. The tart, sticky dampness of his come teased her darting tongue, sending shivers of lust through her crouched body. Sharon growled softly and opened her mouth, cupping the cotton encased cock with her lips, her tongue stroking slowly back and forth over the swelling blunt end.
"Oh, Shit!" the boy rasped, his hips jerking.
Sharon smiled to herself and nipped at his cock gently with her white teeth. Her fingers massaged and stroked his cock in slow, but urgent, motions. Her tongue teased at the shaft and probed at the head. Her fingers slid up the snug shorts and hooked into the elastic waistband, tugging them slowly over the hard cheeks of his ass. She heard him suck in his breath sharply and hold it.
Inch by inch, she exposed his ass and belly. The soft sparse curls of hair around the base of his cock slipped into new and she teased them with her tongue. Her fingers continued working the cotton underwear down over his hips until his rubbery cock sprang from under them and bobbed slowly, just inches from her face.
"Ooooo!" Sharon cooed. "It's beautiful!"
The cotton shorts dropped in a circle around his ankles and her fingers rose quickly to capture the swollen knob of his tool. Her eyes widened and she gasped as her fingers curled around the hot shaft and the soft satiny skin. She licked her full red lips slowly in anticipation, her pink tongue flicking seductively, leaving the edges of her drooping mouth glistening with her saliva.
"Unnnnh!" Mark grunted as her hot damp breath wafted across the super sensitive skin of his cockhead.
Holding the throbbing shaft as still as possible, Sharon leaned forward and pressed her hot lips to the satiny head. Her breath whistled from her nostrils and down across his belly, sending shivers through the boy's lithe body. The tip of her hot wet tongue pushed out and flicked across his cock-head and the boy jerked and whimpered. A pearly drop of fluid oozed from the tiny silt in the end and the woman lapped it quickly into her hungry mouth.
"Delicious!" Sharon whispered throatily.
Her lips parted and the dark plum-shaped head of his cock slipped slowly between them as her tongue teased the sensitive underside. She felt his cock lurch against her mouth and a quiver ran through him. Her tongue lashed at the hot knob, caressing and teasing it to a throbbing, pulsing feverish pitch. His hips jerked lowly, pushing his cock against her tongue.
Mark groaned in disappointment as he felt her mouth slide from around his cock-head and then he gasped as her tongue worked its way down across the soft sack at the base of his cock and probed at his hard aching balls. Down further it continued, until it curled under the sack and licked wetly at the touchy spot beneath his balls.
"Turn around!" Her rasped command reached his ears as her hands pushed at his hips. The boy obeyed, staggering a little with the intensity of his passion.
Sharon gripped his hard buttocks with her hands massaging his ass cheeks, her tongue flicking at the top of the crack that ran between them. Her tongue probed and licked, inching lower and lower into the valley between his ass cheeks. The boy whimpered with passion. His body stiffened as her tongue crept deeper into the crevice.
Sharon's mind was totally caught up in her lust, a haze masking any inhibitions that might stilt lurk in the corners of her brain. Her mouth opened wide and her tongue probed into the tight crevice, her fingers pulling the taut cheeks apart. Her hot breath bounced off the boy's smooth skin and whispered against her face. Saliva from her mouth coated his ass-cheeks and trickled down the deep deft between them.
Her head lifted and she rasped a command. "Bend over!"
He hesitated and her hand slid up his back and pushed at his shoulders. Reluctantly, or just in ignorance, he was slow in responding. Finally, his body bent at the hips, pushing his ass out and up to her face.
Her fingers dropped back to the hard buttocks and pried them apart. Her eyes fell on her target. The small puckered hole deep between the cheeks of his ass peeked out at her. She sucked her breath in noisily and dove at it, her face pushing between his straining buttocks.
"Abhhhhhhgggggnnnnn!" Mark wailed as her tongue touched the tight forbidden orifice.
Sharon burrowed deeper between his ass-cheeks and pushed at the tense hole with the tip of her tongue. A shiver ran the length of the boy's body, his buttocks clamping at her face. Her tongue pushed insistently at the tight ring of muscle.
Mark whimpered and squirmed, his body totally out of control, passion exploding inside his young, inexperienced body with new intensity. Sharon's fingers pried at his hard buttocks, pulling them further apart as her face burrowed deeper between them, her hot wet tongue invading the tense muscles of his asshole.
Sharon was even more abandoned to her passion than the boy. Her mouth made wet slurping sounds as she tongued and sucked at his asshole. Pushing more and more insistently, she managed to pierce the puckered entrance and plunge her hot tongue inside him. A series of shudders racked the boy's young body and he jerked with each thrust of her tongue.
Gasping, Sharon pulled her head back, her lips and cheeks wet with saliva, and clawed at his hips, spinning his body around. His throbbing cock bobbed before her eyes, the dark blunt head glistening with a drop of milky fluid. The woman gasped and clamped her hand around the base of his small, rubbery shaft. A twisted mask of lust covered her pretty face and her nostrils flared like some maddened animal.
Her mouth sagged open, her lips glistening. Her head plunged forward and suddenly Greg felt his cock enclosed in the hot wet tunnel of her mouth. His hips jerked forward and he whined. Her tongue lashed the sensitive head, circling it and teasing the tiny slit in the end.
Sharon hummed around his cock with delight at the tart taste of his boy flesh. Her throat opened and closed as she milked his rod with her mouth. His balls bumped her chin with each thrust of her head, his belly pressing against her nose as she engulfed his cock totally. Her long slim fingers cupped his soft balls and rolled the egg shaped contents gently as she felt herself slipping into the total abandon of her lust.
The boy's hips thrust urgently at her mouth and she felt a tremble run through his hard young body. She knew that it was only a matter of seconds before his come would spew into her throat. She was vaguely aware of the wetness drooling from her pussy and drenching the inside of her thighs.
The boy stiffened and shuddered. "Unnnnhhhgggnnnn!" he groaned.
Sharon jerked her head back until only the head of his cock was captured by her lips. His cock jerked violently and the first scalding spray of his sweet come filled her mouth. She felt her body quake and a minor explosion occurred inside her cunt. Swallowing quickly, her mouth filled again and again as the boy pumped his thick jism into her mouth.
The final drops trickled onto her tongue and he whimpered. She sucked gently at his trembling cock-head and licked a couple of clinging drops from the shaft before she reluctantly released his unit. Mark collapsed onto the sofa, his cock waving slowly at his crotch, his eyes clamped shut and his head rolling slowly from side to side.
Sharon rocked back on her heels and licked her lips. Her robe hung open, her erect nipples standing out dark and hard from her large breasts. Her matted hair at her crotch glistened with drops of her juices. Her eyes flickered open and she discovered Greg standing at the end of the sofa, his naked body hunched over as his hand jerked violently at his hard cock.
His eyes were clenched shut and his lips were pulled back, exposing his teeth. His hand jerked, in a blur over his swollen tool. Sharon stared for a second and then scampered across the floor on her knees. Her hands gripped his legs as she opened her mouth wide and positioned her face inches from the head of his cock. The boy looked down at her and grunted. His face contorted and he jerked. His hand stopped suddenly and he gripped the jerking shaft of his cock.
A long white stream of come spewed from the slit and splashed onto Sharon's teeth and tongue, a few drops dribbling onto her chin. She shuddered and plunged her hand between her thighs, her fingers. tearing at the itching, throbbing knob of her clit. Another spurt of come hit her lips and she.. lapped at it, trying to catch every drop. Her hand plunged and tore at her as she stirred her lust higher and higher.
"Ooooo, Mom!" the boy whimpered and let fly another glob.
Sharon jerked and bounced on the floor as hot won climax crashed down on her. Her head shot forward and her lips closed over his jerking cock, sucking and licking the final gusher from it.
Like a bitch in heat, Sharon wanted more. Greg pulled his cock from her mouth and dropped beside Mark on the sofa. She looked at the two boys as they grasped for breath and felt the gnawing hunger for sex grinding inside her.
Rising, she let the robe slide to the floor and stood naked looking down at them. "Who wants to fuck her voice was hoarse with passion.
Mark looked up at the woman and stared in disbelief. She smiled back at him seductively and slid her hands up to her tits. Her fingers rolled her large nipples slowly.
"How would you like to fuck me between the tits?" she asked.
The boy croaked and looked from her to Mark and then back.
She let her slim fingers glide down to her belly and comb through her pussy bait. Her thighs opened and she pulled the fleshy lips of her cunt apart, exposing the pink wet inner flesh. "Or would you rather fuck me here?"
Her display was having the desired effect. Both cocks were stifling again. She smiled with satisfaction and turned her back to them, looking over her shoulder. Her hands pulled the round cheeks of her ass apart. The puckered brown hole hidden there peeked out at the wide-eyed boys.
"Or maybe here?"
When she turned back to face them, Greg was stroking his damp cock and looking up at her.
"Come on now, Men!" she taunted. "You aren't going to let a lady go hungry for cock are you?"
Her hands roamed over her body as she spoke, massaging her breasts and rubbing at her hot pussy. Her pink tongue flicked over her full lips as she looked down at them. Greg was smiling back at her, his cock grown to full length, Mark's cock was swollen and pulsing also. The sight of the two young cocks side by side was almost too much for her to stand.
She stepped toward them and motioned to Greg. "Move over, Baby."
She lowered herself between them, her breasts jigging as she settled onto the sofa. Her hands fell on each boy, her fingers squeezing their muscular legs. Without hesitation, she moved her hands, grasping their cocks and beginning to stroke them slowly.
"Would you suck my nipples, please?" she asked, looking from one boy to the other.
Greg moved first, leaning over and closing his mouth around the hard little knob, his tongue flicking at it. Mark watched for a second and then followed his example. A hiss rasped through Sharon's teeth as the second mouth closed over her nipple. Her head rolled back and her mouth dropped open. Her fingers jerked at the two cocks.
Two tongues lashed and teased her nipples and two cocks filled her hands. Her cunt convulsed and throbbed as her passion grew to bonfire proportions. Her thighs parted slowly, flexing and squeezing. Greg took the cue and dropped his hand to her cunt.
His fingers sliced into the slippery crack, sending a shudder through Sharon's boiling body. Her thighs opened wider and her hips jerked upward, her head falling back and her mouth gaping as the boy's fingers rolled her throbbing clit slowly. Mark's mouth sucked noisily at her nipple, Greg's teeth nipping at the other.
"Ooooooh! Fuck, yes!" she groaned, gritting her teeth against the intensity of sensation that boiled up inside her.
Mark's hand slid down over her belly and skirted around Mark's busy fingers, clumsily pulling the fleshy lips of her drooling pussy apart and thrusting into the oozing, convulsing hole. His finger drove deep into the scorching orifice, probing and prying at the soft, wet walls.
Clutching at the two heads, pressing them tightly against her tits, Sharon arched her back and cried out. Her hips jerked and flexed as she crashed into a violent climax. The two hands continued to probe and massage her cunt until, with a whimper, she pushed them away from the sensitive flesh.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rather than sagging back onto the sofa in a panting heap, Sharon opened her eyes and looked from one boy's cock to the other. Her hands jerked at the rock hard rods of flesh, squeezing the dark plum shaped heads with each stroke. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were glazed and wild with passion. Releasing both cocks, she slid forward and threw a leg over Greg's legs and folded her legs under, lowering her mushy cunt down over his lap, her back to him.
"Get up and come here, Mark!" her raspy voice commanded.
The boy scrambled to his feet and stepped in front of her, his cock bobbing up and down. She was distracted for a moment as her fingers sought and guided Greg's cock into her hungry cunt. With a whine, she settled down over his cock, her full thighs pressing down on his lap. Her eyes came up to Mark's rearing cock and her hands grasped it, pulling the dark head into her open mouth. Her hips rolled on her son's cock as her mouth and tongue milked at the other boy's throbbing young cock.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Greg gasped as he felt the soft walls of her cunt close around his thrusting tool.
Mark tangled his fingers in her long hair and pulled her mouth down over his cock. His hips flexed and he fucked her hot mouth slowly, his body straining for the boiling release.
Sharon whimpered around his young cock and sucked harder, her cunt spasming around Greg's cock. Her thighs slapped softly against his lap and her lips smacked and slurped around the other boy's cock.
Mark pounded his cock into her mouth with a frenzy. His fingers pulled at her hair and his balls bounced in her hand. His cock throbbed and seemed to swell even bigger against her tongue. She felt the throb run through his balls and knew that his come was on its way. Her hot breath wheezed through her nostrils and over his straining belly. Her fingers released his cock and she took the remaining inch into her mouth just as the knob bumped against the roof of her mouth. The first gusher of his scalding come filled her mouth and washed down her throat.
Greg was into the final thrusts, also. His hands clutched at her large tits and then her hips. He pushed up against her thrashing body. His swollen cock plunged into her slushy hole, slurping and squishing with each thrust. His belly slapped her rounded ass with wet sounds each time he arched up to meet the downward slam of her ass.
Mark's thick hot come gushed into Sharon's throat and she whimpered around his bucking cock. His balls spasmed in the cupped palm of her band. Her brain was a blur of passion, her body jerking and bouncing against the two young bodies. Her cunt convulsed and clamped around Greg's jerking rod as she felt the first molten spray of his jism inside hers
Both cocks were unloading in her, filling mouth and cunt with their boiling juices. Sharon stiffened and drew Mark's spurting cock into her throat and pressed down around Greg's bucking tool. Her muscles tightened and her back straightened. Her body trembled violently as her climax crashed down once more. Her hand clawed at Mark's ass, the other hand squeezing the last drops of his come out of him. Her cunt convulsed and squeezed her son's spurting tool, milking it for all its contents.
For one long intense moment, Sharon lost contact with everything except her passion and pleasure. Her body hovered between the two boys, her mind a swirl of colors and sensations, her muscles tight and straining to hold that moment for just a little longer. As the last wave of pleasure swept over her, she pulled her head back, Mark's cock sliding wet and glistening from between her full lips. Her jaw dropped and she moaned low and long. The final gusher of Mark's come burst from his swollen tool and splashed over her mouth and. nose, running in slow rivulets down her chin and cheeks. With a gurgle, the boy slid to the floor, his slippery cock pulling from her clenched fingers.
Sharon licked weakly at the hot juice that ran down her face and rippled the walls of her cunt round Greg's cock as the last drops of his love juice oozed into her. His body relaxed at the same time that hers went slack. She savored the hot full feeling for a few moments and then rolled slowly off him, collapsing onto the sofa. She lay on her back, legs splayed open, come oozing from her gash, her eyes clamped shut, mouth open, cheeks wet with come.
Trance like, her long fingers moved down over her trembling belly and dipped between the lips of her white speckled cunt. Scooping a glob of the warm, sticky fluid into her hand, she brought it slowly up to her large breasts and smeared it over her swollen nipples. Her thigh muscles jerked as she rubbed the come into her skin. She drew her shiny fingers to her mouth and sucked noisily at them, sucking away the last traces of the mixture of dome and pussy-juice.
"Soooo good!" she rasped.
"Mmmmm!" Greg agreed, rolling his head toward her and smiling.
His eyes dropped to her drooling slit and nostrils flared. His eyes widened slightly and he licked his lips. Sharon held her breath as she watched the boy's reaction. She opened her thighs a little wider and felt a glob of come seep from her soggy cunt. His expression changed from interest to hunger as he watched the thick white fluid drip out and creep slowly over the hairy lips.
Sharon eased her fingers down to her cunt and pulled the fleshy lips apart. She watched her son's face as she saw him being consumed by his passion. Her fingers caught the large drop of come and smeared it up over her cunt-lips and clit.
"Eat me!" she demanded softly.
The boy leaned over, his head dropping down between her thighs. His hot breath whispered across her thighs and burned a path to her crotch. Her teeth started to chatter with anticipation. She clenched them and arched her back, lifting her throbbing pussy to his lips.
His tongue lashed out, timidly at first and then with more confidence. Each swipe of the hot, hard flesh sent electrifying shocks through Sharon's straining body. Each slurp and smack of his mouth, as he drank their mingled juices from her cunt, brought a whimper from her throat. His tongue twirled her throbbing little love button and she wailed, her fingers clutching at his head. He lapped and licked at the drooling cunt, his tongue driving his mother from one climax to another.
Sharon jerked and bounced as Greg's tongue drove her higher and higher, his slurping mouth sucking the oozing juices as her convulsing cunt squeezed them out. He teased and massaged her tender cunt, lapping at the fleshy lips hungrily.
"Ooooo, yesss!" she hissed, clutching at his head. "Eat it, baby! Eat Mommy's pussy!"
Mark pushed himself, to a sitting position and watched the mother and son. His eyes were wide with surprise and interest. His cock began to throb. His hand dropped to his lap and his fingers circled the sticky, swelling shaft. Sharon clawed at Greg's head, trying furiously to pull his lapping, sucking mouth tighter to her spasming cunt. Her body trembled and jerked with passion and lust. Every wave of pleasure that shook her brought new hunger and desire. Her body seemed to crave total, engulfing, blinding pleasure. She whimpered and whined, her pussy on fire and her mouth working like a fish out of water.
"Oh! Oh!" she cried. Her back arched and she pumped her cunt against the boy's face, "Fuck, yes! Eat it! There! Do it there!"
Through the tight slits of her eyelids, she saw Mark rise from the floor, his hard cock grasped in his pumping hand. Reluctantly, she released Greg's head and reached for the other boy. Her fingers dug into his hips and she pulled him astride her face, positioning him so that he faced toward Greg.
Mark was bewildered as he stroked his cock and looked down at the top of Greg's head between the woman's thighs. His hand brushed her breasts as he jerked his cock and waited for her guidance. Her hands tugged him down and he felt the hot wet tip of her tongue probe at his balls and slip back toward his ass. He gasped and then jerked as he felt the wetness tease his asshole!
Sharon licked his balls and then moved back toward his muscled ass-cheeks. Her tongue probed, tasting and teasing his tight puckered hole. His thighs flexed and involuntarily he squeezed his ass-cheeks together. She hooked her fingers in the cleft between them and pried them apart, pushing her face between them. Her tongue pushed against the resistance of the ring of muscle.
Her body was a jerking, thrashing bundle of lust. Her mind spun with thoughts that she had never had before. Her lusting hunger conjured up visions and fantasies that she had never known before. Greg's lapping tongue drove her deeper and deeper into the throes of passion. Her tongue pushed into Mark's asshole. The boy whimpered and she could reel his stroking hand pick up speed on his swollen cock as he jacked it harder.
A shiver ran through her and she groaned into the boy's asshole, her fingers tearing at his ass cheeks, her tongue driving wetly in and out of the ring of muscle. She tongue-fucked the puckered hole and sucked at it. Her cunt was one continual convulsion, her thighs gaping wide, and then closing on Greg's cock-head. Her ass lifted and dropped in pumping motions, her legs straining and stiffening as a wave of pleasure ran through her.
Mark's teeth chattered as he felt the surge deep! in his balls that announced his climax. Her tongue driving deep in his asshole was a sensation that he had never dreamed of, much less experienced. His hand tugged at his cock in a frenzy, his balls bumping her tits as he moved. Suddenly, her hands, I appeared and she pushed his cock down between the mounds of her breasts and then pushed up to them.
Mark jerked and began fucking her tits, his asshole meeting her tongue as he withdrew. The tremor ran through his balls again and he whimpered. Sharon knew the signs and raised her head enough to follow his thrusts and plunge her tongue as deeply as possible into his clenching asshole. He shuddered and cried out. A warm flood boiled out of his cock in the valley between her tits. Spasms ran through him as he spurted again and again. Sharon sucked his asshole until he jerked away and rolled gasping back to the floor. The woman whimpered and tugged at Greg.
"Quick! Fuck my tits, too!" she demanded in a lusty gasp. His face shiny with pussy juice and come, Greg raised up and moved beside her. His bobbing cock bumped her tits and skidded through a hot, sticky puddle of Mark's come. In one deft motion, she pushed the spongy mounds around his throbbing tool and moaned.
"Fuck them!" she commanded and he responded.
His cock was quickly coated with the come that Mark spewed over her tits, and it was a warm lubricant. He wheezed and panted as he thrust and plunged between her tits. His balls dragged back and forth across her belly and his belly bumped her fits.
Fuck, baby, fuck harder!" she wheezed.
The boy's mouth dropped open and he rammed his cock faster into the hot slippery cunt. Sharon was lost in her lust as she felt her cunt clench and the familiar waves of pleasure surge up from her loins. Greg fucked hard, and then suddenly stopped, the dark head of his cock peeking out at Sharon.
A few drops of come shot from the tiny slit and splattered on Sharon's open lips. Gushers of come followed, coveting her face with white sticky fluid. Shuddering and jerking, Sharon crashed into a frenzy of pleasure as her final climax exploded deep inside her.
Her hands slid from her tits, releasing his dribbling cock. The boy rolled off her body and collapsed on the carpet, near Mark. His cock bobbed as he gasped for breath.
Sharon lay almost motionless for several minutes, a shiver running through her body. Her mouth gaped and her eyes remained clenched shut, her huge tits and her face glistening with a coating of come. Slowly one hand moved, crossing her belly and gliding up to her tits. Her fingers stirred the puddles of come, smearing the jizz slowly over her rigid nipples and her satiny tits. Her eyes flickered and opening slightly, she looked down at her fingers.
A smile crept across her lips. A smile of satisfaction.
Nothing seemed wrong to Sharon after that night. She and Greg slept together every night and enjoyed fucking freely. They showered together and walked around naked. Several times, they had Mark spend the night and held their own private orgy.
Sharon was beginning to wonder if anything would be too much for her. She found herself fantasizing about some very strange and perverted things. Once, she had seen a good-looking guy walking a huge dog and found herself wondering what it would be like to fuck it. She wondered if a dog's cock tasted like a man's.
Greg was getting proficient at sex. He had taken a couple of young girls to movies and then had come home and described the action of the evening to his mother. The accounts had turned her on intensely, and they had fucked for most of the night. She found that she enjoyed the boy's descriptions of the young pussies and the girlish bodies. Her fantasies began to include young girls.
One evening, she came home and saw a car parked in the driveway of the house next door. It had been unoccupied for several months, so she was a little surprised, lust as she closed the door of her car and turned to enter her own house, she heard a door bang and she turned to see a girl about fifteen, clad in tight shorts and a halter, come bounding down the walk next door.
"Hi!" the girl called, seeing Sharon looking her way.
"Hello!" Sharon replied, and strode toward the girl. She felt the strange heat of passion blossom deep inside her, moistening her panties. "Just moving in?" she asked.
"Uh huh! Today" Her face was pretty and her body petite. Her tits were small, but firm without a bra.
"I'm Sharon. Nice to have you in the neighborhood." She offered her hand and the girl took it boldly.
"My name is Jan Dad's inside," she offered as an after thought. "Come on in and I'll introduce you."
Before Sharon could answer, the girl turned her round young bottom to her and hurried up the walk, a suitcase in each hand. With a shrug and a slight smile, Sharon followed.
Jan pushed the door open with her bare foot and stepped inside. "Daddy, we've got company!" she called.
Sharon stepped inside and stood amid piles of boxes and unarranged furniture..
"Hi!" a mellow voice broke her thought train.
She looked up at the tall, good-looking man standing with a box in his hands. His eyes scanned her body quickly and the gleam in his eyes showed his approval. Sharon felt her pussy quiver and her panty crotch got damper. She smiled and nodded.
"Daddy, this is Sharon, our neighbor," the girl chimed, pointing in the direction of Sharon's house. "Sharon, my Daddy, Man," she concluded and stepped back, her eyes twinkling, knowingly.
The look on the girl's face threw. Sharon for a moment. It was very worldly wise and aware. She shook off her hesitancy and took Alan's hand.
"Pleased to meet you," she said, looking into his steel gray eyes. They made her knees tremble. .
"My pleasure entirely." His words were sincere and honest.
"Is your wife here yet?"
"She passed away when Jan was five. It's just us." His smile was relaxed and confident. The girl lipped under his arm and smiled at Sharon.
"I'm sorry, but I understand. My husband died eight years ago. Greg and I have lived alone since," she revealed.
"How old is Greg?" Jan asked. Her face changed fluidly to intense interest.
"Fifteen," she replied.
"Fantastic! Me, too! He can show me around town.
"Yes, and I think he would like that." Sharon would just see Greg's reaction when he got a look at Jan. She smiled to herself and shifted her eyes back to the man.
"Is there anything I can do to help with this?" She made a sweeping motion with her arm toward the boxes and furniture.
"No. We've done about all we are going to for today, but thanks," Alan replied.
"How about dinner? You certainly can't find enough here to cook with."
"It's nice of you to offer, but I think not. I am, bushed and we're going to turn in early. I would very much like to have a rain check, though."
"The invitation is open." Her disappointment may have showed in her voice. His smile was reassuring.
"And we will take you up on it. Soon"
"Well, I do have to get home, so if I can't help, I'll say bye for now.
"Bye, see you later," Jan said and turned to" leave her father and Sharon alone.
"Thanks for your offers. I do appreciate them. Please feel free to drop by, anytime." His hand rested on her arm as he spoke. Sharon felt the chemistry working with unexpected intensity deep inside her. She licked her lips and smiled.
"Same here. See you later," she said. Her knees were shaky as she turned and stepped through the door.
She saw him watching her as she turned up the walk to her door. She waved. Her crotch was I dripping and her nipples ached as she pushed through the door. She closed it and leaned against, trying to catch her breath and get control of her trembling limbs.
"You met them?" Greg asked from the kitchen! Door she straightened up and crossed to him. "Un hm. Did you?" she asked.
"Nope. I saw her from the window a couple of times. Wow!" he exclaimed.
"Cute, isn't she?"
"And he doesn't look bad himself," the boy baited.
"And there is no wife or mother," she retorted, a leer on her face.
He raised his eyebrows in response and nodded.
"Now, let me slip out of these hot clothes and I'll get to work on dinner."
"I'd like to have her for dinner," Greg said, wistfully.
"Looks like you'll have to settle for me, tonight," Sharon called over her shoulder.
CHAPTER NINE
Dinner finished and the kitchen cleaned up, Sharon settled into a chair with a drink and relaxed. Her thoughts wandered to the house next door and the man and his daughter. As soon as she summoned up an image of Alan, her pussy started to twitch, her nipples swelling and beginning to throb.
Back in a minute, Greg called from the kitchen. She heard the back door close before she could ask where he was going. With a shrug, she settled back and sipped her drink and attempted to think of something else besides her new neighbors.
Greg stepped into the darkness of the back yard and seemed to walk in an aimless fashion through the grass. Reaching a certain spot near the hedge and high fence that separated the two back yards, he glanced around. Satisfied that no one was watching, he dropped to his knees and pushed through the hedge.
A section of the fence was loose and he pushed it aside, cautiously. He looked toward the house, his eyes moving quickly from window to window.
Satisfied that no one was in sight, he started to move and then froze. In the faint light of the sliver of a moon, he saw two figures on the patio. He stared for several seconds, totally motionless, his mouth gaping, his eyes bugging.
He closed his mouth and backed out of the hedge as quietly as he could, and turned toward his own house, moving quickly across the damp grass.
"Fuckin' God!" he spit under his breath.
Sharon was at the bar mixing a drink when the boy burst into the house. She looked up at the expression of shock on his face.
"Come on. I want to show you something!" he rasped. His fingers gripped her arm and pulled her toward the back door.
"What is it, Greg?" Sharon was totally confused.
"I can't tell you. You have to see it!" he replied. "But be completely quiet!"
He eased the door closed behind them and led her quickly across the dark yard. Sharon followed blindly, her eyes slow to adjust to the change in light. Stopping at the hedge, he turned and put his finger to his pursed lips to signal silence, and pulled her down onto the grass. His hands pulled aside the hedge and Sharon could see the dim outline in the hole in the fence.
The boy motioned for her to crawl through the hedge opening. She stared at him for a moment, but the urgency in his expression convinced her and she dropped to all fours and crawled to the opening in the fence, his hand on her leg stopping her. Sharon focused her eyes on the other back yard and looked around for a moment and then saw it.
A hiss escaped her lips, despite her efforts to be silent. Her eyes widened and she gazed at the two people on the patio. Alan reclined on a lawn chair, naked as far as Sharon could see. His daughter, Jan sat over his legs, his enormous cock in her grasp, her head bobbing up and down over the end of it. Alan's hips flexed with each bob of the girl's head and his hands stroked her hair gently.
Sharon held her breath and heard the soft whisper of the man's voice. "Yes! Suck Daddy's cock!" his voice rasped.
Even in the dim light Sharon could see the girl's bare tits, their pert nipples bumping the man's hairy legs as she moved over him. Her cunt drooled inside her shorts, her large nipples swelling and growing hard.
Greg's hand stroked the inside of her thigh, moving slowly upward, teasing and torturing her long before it touched the edge of her shorts. She almost gasped with relief when she felt his fingers slide under the band of the leg of her shorts and press into the wet crease of her panties, stroking and probing for her clit. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
The girl stopped suddenly and looked up at her father. The roar of her lust drowned out the sounds of their words in Sharon's ears. The girl rose, straddling the chair and pulled the shorts off her hips and stepped out of them. Her round little ass gleamed in the moonlight and Sharon's mouth watered.
She watched the girl step forward and swing her leg back across her father, this time over his chest. She lowered her tender young pussy to his open mouth. Sharon wiggled her ass and whimpered. Greg's hands slid out of her shorts and fumbled with the zipper. She felt the tug and then the cool night air on her burning ass cheeks. Her shorts and panties were around her knees, limiting her leg spread.
She could hear Greg shifting around, but wouldn't take her eyes off the father and daughter long enough to see what he was doing. Suddenly, his hot tongue probed at her thighs and traced a wet path toward her drooling cunt. She pushed back, thrusting her ass out. His tongue sliced through the wet hairy slit and flicked her love button and she stiffened. Her cunt convulsed and she trembled. Her first climax crashed down on her like a mountain.
Jan rode her father's mouth in wild abandon. Her naked young body bounced and thrashed, her fingers tugging at his hair. She arched her back and froze in mid-motion and Sharon heard her squeal long and low.
Greg's mouth left her cunt and the soft night air cooled the oozing hole a little. The blunt head of his cock bumped her cunt and she held her body still, waiting for the plunge. He slammed his hard cock to the hilt and she heard the soft slap of his belly against her upturned ass. His hips worked slow and steady, finding the rhythm that suited his needs. Fortunately, it was the rhythm that suited Sharon's also. She wiggled her ass against his belly and tried to focus on Jan and Alan.
The boy's cock pistoned hard into her slushy cunt, his balls bouncing against her hard little clit.
The leaves and stems of the hedge teased her skin and the damp grass under her hands and knees prickled at her tender skin. Her mind recognized each different sensation as she felt her passion building for yet another climax. Her eyes turned back to the man and the girl.
Jan had climbed off her father and stood to one side, watching him jack his beautiful cock. His hand slid over the shaft and up to the head and back down. His eyes were fixed on the naked girl at his side, faster and faster his hand moved and his body drew up into a curve. The girl edged toward him, her fingers rubbing her little slit, slowly.
"Now!" Sharon heard Alan gasp. The girl dropped down beside him and held her open mouth inches above his swollen cock. Sharon saw the first glistening white gusher rise from the dark knob and splash against the girl's lips and tongue. Alan was staring at the girl, his face showing the intense pleasure of his climax and the effects of the girl's actions.
Sharon pushed back at Greg, suddenly, scampering out of the opening in the hedge, his cock still lodged in her convulsing cunt. Panting and bucking she urged him to resume his thrusts. Greg began slamming his gorged cock into her cunt with renewed fury...
Sharon gritted her teeth and pushed back with each thrust. She felt like a bitch in heat, being serviced under the moon by a big bull dog. Her cunt burned with passion and her clit throbbed.
"In my ass!" she hissed, stopping her son's thrusts.
The boy fumbled a moment, his cock sliding from her slushy hole and the head bumping the tight puckered hole between the firm round cheeks of her ass. He pressed and the ring of muscle resisted. Sharon ground her teeth and pushed back against his cock.
"Ahhhhh!" she wheezed as she felt the snug opening admit his cock-head.
The boy grunted as his cock buried in her hot, tight cunt. Sharon whined and squeezed around his invading cock. He flinched and withdrew slowly, stopping just before pulling it all out and, with a fury, slammed the ram of his cock to the hilt.
"Ahhgggnnn!" Sharon whined softly. "Do it!"
Greg pistoned his throbbing tool in and out of her, picking up the pace, until his slim hips were a blur. His belly slapped her ass-cheeks and his balls thumped against her cunt. Sharon wheezed and grunted and came again and again.
Greg slammed to the hilt a final time and shuddered violently. Sharon felt hot come boiling into her asshole in great long spurts. Each scalding flood sent her higher in her racking climax.
Damp with perspiration and panting like dogs, they held their position for several minutes, savoring the intense sensations. Finally, Greg leaned back, his cock sliding from her asshole with a soft plop. Sharon felt hot come ooze from her and run down over her cunt lips and onto her thighs.
The boy helped her scramble to her feet and into the house. A shower was their goal. Clothes dropped as they staggered through the house and they took a long time lathering each other and soaking up the heat from the steaming water.
The following afternoon, Sharon came in from work and Greg wasn't around. She stripped off her pants suit and pulled on a pair of shorts and a halter, entering the living room just as the back door bell rang. She opened the door and came face to face with Alan.
"Hi," he said, white teeth flashing.
"Uh, hello." Her surprise was showing, as was her knowledge of the scene she had observed the night before.
"Could I borrow your phone? They connected mine this morning, but managed to put one of them in the wrong place and I can't seem to get either one of them to work," he explained.
"Of course!" Sharon regained her composure and ushered him in. "Over there." She pointed to the kitchen wall phone.
"Thanks." He dialed and waited.
"Like a drink?" she asked.
"Yeah Scotch?"
"You got it" Sharon was slipping into her normal self. She smiled and winked before turning to the living room and the bar. She heard him talking, but paid no attention to his words as she fixed two strong drinks.
Her mind wandered to the sight of his enormous cock the night before and of his daughter's small naked body. Her pussy spasmed and heat rose from her cunt. She squeezed her thighs together and shivered.
"Maybe they will get it right this time," he said, stepping into the living room.
"I hope so." She handed him a glass and motioned to the sofa. "Have a seat."
He settled onto the long sofa and looked at her over the rim of his glass. She made her drink, his eyes making her itch. She wished she had put on something a little more sexy, but then she hadn't known he was coming over. She turned and crossed to the chair across from him. Her image in the mirror over the sofa caught her eye. Her nipples were pushing out against her halter, large, erect and well-defined.
"Health!" he toasted as she sat down.
"Mmmmm!" she agreed, swallowing.
"You must have had a rough day. That drink was a little too good."
"Not too bad. I wouldn't trade it for yours. Unpacking and arranging a new house just doesn't thrill me," she quipped.
"Oh, I thought all women liked to set up house keeping," he teased.
"Not this one." She stared into his eyes, silent for a moment.
His eyes twinkled and registered approval. Uncrossing her legs, Sharon turned on her charm. Her pussy was itching to feel his cock. She hadn't had the hots for a man this bad since she and Greg had fucked the first time.
"Jan at home?" she asked softly.
"Yeah She has worked like a champ all day getting things straight."
Sharon almost blurted out about peeping at Alan and Jan the previous night, but she held it back. Her eyes dropped to the crotch of his jeans and made a quick survey. His cock bulged long and full and her belly churned. When she looked up he was staring at her. His tongue slid slowly across his lips. Heat flashed through her and she almost groaned.
Suddenly, he rose and crossed to her chair. Without warning, his large hand closed over her full throbbing tit. He squeezed it and rolled the erect nipple between his fingers.
"Sharon, I want to eat you," he said in a whisper.
Stunned she sat frozen. His fingers pushed her halter top down, exposing the white mound of her tit. His finger teased her tender nipple, circling and flicking it.
"You want me to, don't you?"
"Oooo, yessss!" she hissed.
His other hand pulled the zipper of his jeans down and his long thick cock folded out of the opening. "Suck my cock and show me how much you want me to lick your cunt." His voice was commanding, but soft and relaxed.
Sharon stared at the dark plum shaped head for several seconds, her mouth watering and her body throbbing to the flick of his finger. Her slim fingers rose and circled the base of the pulsing tool, sensing its motion and heat with her palm.
Suddenly, a pearly tear of come appeared and clung to his cock-tip. Sharon's ears roared and her body ached to taste that drop.
"You want to suck me off, don't you, Sharon?" His voice was still soft, but even more commanding.
She stared at his swelling cock and nodded.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded.
Sharon hesitated a moment.
"Tell me," he repeated.
"I want to suck your cock!" Her words surprised her. "I want to suck it dry! I want to drink your come!"
"What if I piss in your mouth?"
She paused, her nostrils flaring and her ass squirming in the chair. "I'll drink it!"
His hand left her nipple and slid up behind her head. His touch was all the urging that she needed. Her mouth fell open and her head leaned forward. Her tongue flicked out and lifted the still clinging pearly drop of come from the dark knob. Her teasing flattened under the knob, tasting and her fingers fumbled with his belt and tugged the tight jeans down over his lean hips. Pushing his swollen cock up, she nosed under it and licked his balls.
His hands held her head, puffing it up to his bobbing cock. Her lips opened wide and his cock-tip disappeared into her mouth.
"Uhhhhmmm!" Alan groaned.
His hands pulled at her head, his cock pressing deeper and deeper into her mouth until Sharon felt the blunt end press against the back of her throat. Through the slits of her eyelids she could see almost half his cock outside her mouth. She wanted it all!
Without losing what she had, she pushed him backward as she rose to her knees. Leaning forward, she arched her head back. Her long nails clawed at his naked ass, puffing his hips forward. His cock slid slowly into her mouth.
His cock filled her throat and mouth.
Alan was quickly going over the edge No woman had sucked that much of his cock before. His hands clutched at her head and held it in position for a moment, relishing the sensations.
Slowly, she drew her head back, letting his cock slide out of her throat until the tip was all that remained in her mouth. Her tongue circled and laved the head, probing the tiny slit and the ridge around the shaft. A gush of air escaped her nostrils and she hummed around the hot tool.
"Uuuuuhhhh!" Alan groaned.
His hands pulled at her head as his cock sank into her throat, His balls throbbed and twitched. He pushed deeper, holding his breath and gritting his teeth.
Sharon felt her cunt drooling she dug at her crotch with her fingers. She gave up on that approach and tore at the zipper of her shorts. She ripped her shorts down. Her hand drove between her thighs and dug at the soggy nylon crotch of her panties. Pushing it aside, she sank her fingers between the gooey lips of her pussy.
"Oh, God Damn!" he groaned. His cock bucked and throbbed.
Sharon clung to his ass with one hand and tore at her burning pussy with the other. He groaned again and pushed a little harder against her head. Suddenly she felt a surge of heat almost in her stomach. Her climax crashed around her, driving her into frenzy. Another gusher burst deep inside her and she jerked her head back..
The third spurt of his scalding come filled her mouth and she rolled it over her tongue, relishing the strong taste. A final gob was added to it and she swallowed the mouthful, very slowly, almost reluctantly.
Holding his jerking cock on her tongue, she breathed deep and tried to hold it forever. Finally, he pushed her head away and grinned down at her.
"Now, here's what I promised," he rasped.
Pushing her back down in the chair, he pulled her shorts over her feet and tossed them aside. Draping her legs over the arm of the chair, he gazed down at the dark shadow of her pussy hair through the wet panties. His fingers glided over the inside of her thighs and brushed the crotch of them. Sharon gasped and winced. Strong hands gripped her thighs and held them apart as his head descended slowly toward her cunt.
Man's hot breath brushed over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and stirred the dampness of her panty crotch. His wet tongue skimmed over her thigh and paused at the elastic of the nylon garment. Sharon sucked in her breath with a hiss and held it. His tongue flicked the soggy elastic leg band, teasing her to excruciating anticipation.
"Please! Do it, please!" she whined, her hands tugging at his head.
"What?"
"Eat my cunt! Eat my fucking pussy!" she wailed.
His tongue slashed up the length of the deep cleft in the damp nylon, the heavy woman scent filling his nostrils. She jerked and whimpered as it flicked across the swell of her throbbing little love button.
His hands kneaded her trim smooth thighs as his tongue caressed the nylon covered slit. Sharon squirmed and rolled her hips as his tongue teased her to a fever pitch. His fingers hooked in the elastic leg of her panties and tugged the soggy crotch aside. He blew his hot breath on her naked, glistening pussy for a moment and then speared his pointed tongue into the slushy folds.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeee!" Sharon squealed and shuddered.
His tongue stabbed and slashed through the hairy slit, stirring her juices to a froth. Her hands clutched his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, her nails raking his scalp the hot wet intrusion of his tongue filled the mouth of her spasming cunt and explored the soft wet walls. It pushed deeper and Sharon whined and bounced. Her thighs closed around his head, capturing it.
She felt his hands tug at her panties and she lifted her hips as he slid them off. Her fingers clawed at his head, urging his mouth back to her boiling hole. His thick fingers pried the lips of her cunt apart, exposing her bright pink inner lips flick of his tongue over the erect little button at the top of her cunt sent an electric shock through her.
"Ahhhgggnnn!" she gasped. "Suck it! Oh, fuck, yes, suck my cunt!"
His lips closed over the little love button, his mouth sucking, his tongue lashing the tender button. Sharon began to shake from head to toe. Her legs straightened, her toes curling. Her back arched and her hands locked his head in an iron grip. For long seconds, she shook violently as her climax racked her body.
Sagging back into the chair, she relaxed a little, lost in the saturation of her pleasure. His tongue probed her cunt and then flicked across her puckered asshole. She could only jerk and moan. Finding her cunt again, he rolled it slowly with his tongue. Sharon made grunting, bubbling sounds as she was consumed with passion.
Locking her legs around his head, she felt the stubble of his beard prickling her inner thighs. His tongue rolled and massaged her clit, pushing her higher and higher. Suddenly, she felt his finger probing her asshole. Just the tip at first, but new strange lust stirred in her. The tip pushed into her tight hole, probing and exploring. Her legs opened and she drew her knees up. His finger sank to the first knuckle and then the next.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhhnnnnn!" she growled and jerked.
His tongue lashed her clit as his finger probed deep in her asshole. Blinding waves of pleasure exploded behind her closed eyelids and sent her tumbling over the brink of reality into a world of mindless pleasure. She sailed and tumbled for long seconds in the multicolored world, totally oblivious to everything except his tongue and his finger.
Higher and more violently, she soared until she fainted. When she regained consciousness, she was gasping for breath and Alan sat on the floor between her legs smiling up at her.
"My God! I fainted!" she rasped.
"Yes, you did."
"I've never done that before! Fantastic!" He chuckled and rose to his knees. His swollen cock bobbed. Sharon's eyes widened.
"Oh, yes!" she hissed and slid a little lower in the chair.
Guiding his cock with one hand, Alan edged forward, the plum shaped head pushing between the froth covered lips and sinking slowly into the tunnel of her cunt. Her hands grasped his shoulders and her head went back, mouth gaping. Deeper and deeper, the huge cock sank into her until she thought it would never end. With every inch, she whimpered and raised her hips a little higher.
"Oooooo! So good!" she moaned.
The blunt head finally bumped the end of her soggy hot cunt, his balls brushing her upturned ass-cheeks. Never had she felt so full. Her ass pumped slowly and her legs locked behind his hips. Shudders ran the length of her body as she skipped from one climax to another.
Alan began pumping in and out of her cunt a little at a time, then more until the entire length of his cock was plunging the whole length of her cunt.
She whimpered and hunched her hips, pushing and squeezing with her cunt.
Alan slammed his cock to the hilt and withdrew. Sharon vibrated like a tuning fork. Her muscles convulsed and her cunt spasmed. The chair groaned under the violence of their fucking, legs thumping on the carpet.
Alan plunged deep inside her and stiffened. Sharon held her breath and strained. Like a thick hose, his cock spewed a steady stream of scalding come into her cunt. Sharon screamed and almost fainted again. Her legs shook and her head rolled from side to side. For minutes, they hung at the peak of pleasure.
Gasping for breath, Alan eased his cock out of her cunt and sat back on the carpet. She whimpered. Hot come oozed from her gaping cunt-hole and flowed down over her ass.
Regaining her strength, she sat up in the chair and looked at Alan. "Never have I come like that!" she confessed.
"It was fantastic!" he agreed.
"I've got a confession to make," she revealed.
"What?"
"I saw you and Jan last night on the patio." Her words were soft and hesitant.
Alan stared at her for a moment. "Oh!" he said finally.
"But don't worry. I'm in the same boat. Greg and I have been fucking for quite a while," she confessed.
Alan smiled and touched her knee. "Looks like this might turn into a very exciting relationship."
