Janet lay still for quite a while, trying to make some sense out of what was happening. Still confused, she reached for the phone on the table beside the bed. Hoping for some understanding advice, she dialed Barbara Foster's number.
"Hello," Barbara answered, picking up the phone in her kitchen.
"Hi, honey," Janet said, relieved just to hear her closest friend's voice. "I just thought I'd call to say hello."
They had been friends for many years, and Barbara immediately sensed something wrong. They had turned to each other for help many times before.
"Hey, Jan, I've heard you sound in better spirits," Barbara said. "What's up?"
"I need somebody to talk to. Let's get together. Okay?" Janet said, glad she didn't have to pretend with her friend.
"Come on over, honey. I'll put on a fresh pot of coffee."
"Thanks, Babs," Janet said, before hanging up the phone.
Janet didn't lose any time getting out of bed and dressed. She decided to dress comfortably in a pair of tight jeans and Navy-blue turtleneck sweater. As she slipped her feet into a pair of worn loafers, she realized that she was dressed exactly like her son.
Before leaving the apartment, Janet looked at herself carefully in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door. She certainly didn't look thirty-nine, she said to herself, proud of the thrusts of her fat boobs. Her erect nipples were clearly outlined against her soft sweater.
In another few minutes she had brushed her hair, put on a little make-up and headed out the front door. There was a cab right in front of the building's entrance, and Janet was soon speeding across town to Barbara's apartment. She nervously puffed away on a cigarette while staring blankly out the window at the passing streets.
When Barbara opened the front door, she knew that Jan would need something stronger than coffee. They chatted politely while settling down in the living room. Barbara didn't waste much time breaking out the booze and soon the room was filled with the tinkle of ice cubes.
As Janet told her friend what had happened that morning, she found herself relaxing. Barbara didn't find the incident terribly shocking, and seemed to enjoy her friend's telling of the story.
Sitting on the couch facing each other, Barbara and Janet were a study in contrasts. In jeans and a loose-fitting sweater, Jan looked years younger than her real age, while Barb's frilly, almost formal robe made her look even more mature than thirty-nine.
"You could hear him panting?" Barbara laughed, delighted by the picture Janet was painting.
"To tell you, the truth," Janet whispered, leaning forward and dropping a hand on her friend's knee, "I was too busy kicking up my own racket to hear anything at the time."
The two women laughed drunkenly as the afternoon wore on. They raced to see who could get drunk quicker, swallowing great gulps of gin, Scotch, lye, and bourbon.
The sash holding Barbara's robe closed was loosening, and the front of the garment was opening. She caught Janet's gaze sneaking down the front of her robe more than a few times, and she was hoping her naked tits were clearly visible.
Barbara had toyed with the idea of making sexual advances toward Janet several times in the past, but the time never seemed to be just right. Rut glancing down at the young woman's hand massaging the top of her knee told her that this morning might be something very different.
"Listen, that son of yours is a good-looking kid, and I wouldn't mind him getting his rocks off looking at me," she stated, walking over to the bar to fix another two drinks.
"I'm shocked," Janet gasped in mock surprise. "You've been giving my son the going-over. And it looks like you like what you see!"
"What's not to like?" Barbara asked, leaning forward just a little to allow her robe to hang open. "He's got a nice body and, from what you tell me, one hell of a cock!"
"We shouldn't be talking this way," Janet laughed, wrapping her fingers around a fresh drink.
"He's my son, ya' know, not some hot stud walking down the street."
"He's not my son, darling," Barbara replied, imagining running her fingers over the boy's hairless chest.
"Just think," Janet said, shaking her head back and forth, "I came here to try and straighten things out. And you were supposed to help me. A lot of help you are!"
Actually, Janet was finding a little peace with her friend. Between the laughter and the booze, her guilt was fading. Barbara was right. There wasn't anything wrong with enjoying her son's attentions.
Barbara was having a hard time keeping her eyes off her friend's body. Even under the loose-fitting sweater, Janet's fat tits were clearly outlined. Billy may have been only eighteen years old, but he had good taste in women. His mother's body was spectacular, and Barbara's mouth was beginning to water.
"You really can't blame Billy," Barbara said, snuggling up beside her friend and wrapping an arm around Janet's neck. "After all, you are a beautiful woman, and you did forget to close the bathroom door, if I were him, and you were standing there all nice and naked, I wouldn't take my eyes off your thrilling body, either!"
Janet was startled by Barbara's obvious pass. In all their years of friendship, this was the first time the beautiful woman had taken any interest in her body, or so she thought. Seeing the way her fat boobs were being looked over, Jan wondered just how long her friend had appreciated her body.
This was turning into quite a day, Janet thought to herself, shifting her weight a little to give Barbara a better view of her body.
Barbara's hand began to slowly massage Jan's shoulder, her fingers enjoying the feel of her soft, warm flesh. A wide, lewd grin curled up the corners of her mouth while her fingers traveled down to the swollen mounds of her fat tits.
"Mmmmm… that feels nice," Janet said, relaxing against Barbara's well-trained fingers.
Janet had spent too many lonely nights hungry for love to begrudge herself the pleasures of Barbara's hands. But she couldn't help but feel like an inexperienced child exploring the world of sex. For the second time in one day, new horizons were opening up.
Barbara could feel Janet's nipples hardening beneath her fingertips, through the soft material of her sweater. Pressing her own tits into the young woman's arm, she could feel her friend's body responding to her touch.
Letting herself get caught up in the excitement of the moment, Janet turned and pressed her lips to Barbara's. Most frantically, she pushed her tongue into the other woman's mouth, thrilling to Barbara's sweet taste.
Repeating the old cliche about still waters running deep in her mind, Barbara slipped her hand underneath the hem of Jan's sweater. Her skilled fingers soon found their way to the puckered hardness of the tips of those huge breasts.
Pulling from Janet's embrace, Barbara quickly stood up. But in another instant, her friend was standing too, and her mouth sought out the steaming cavern of the other woman's mouth. Their tongues fought as the room filled with the moist sounds of their deep kiss. Their nipples hardened with delight as they crushed the thrusting mounds of their tits together.
Barbara lowered her hands down Janet's back to cup the mounds of her buttocks. Her fingers thrilled to the sweat-dampened roughness of the tight jeans as they traced the outline of her deep ass crack.
Janet pushed her cunt forward, grinding against the mound of Barbara's hungry pussy. Her hands massaged the taut skin of the other woman's back as she felt her tongue lapping the sweet-tasting saliva from the walls of her mouth. Barbara's hands moved to the front of Janet's pants and began digging into the damp denim covering her throbbing twat. She thrilled to the sound of muffled moans slipping from deep within Janet's throat as she found the hardness of her clitoris.
At that precise moment, Janet hated her husband more than anyone else in the entire world. She wanted to be free of the perverse need to find satisfaction in the arms of another woman. But because of Jack's inattention, she found herself thrilling to the feel of a pair of tits pressing against her own, burning nipples searing her flesh.
Barbara's hands fell from Janet's body as she stepped back to admire the lusciousness that would soon be hers to taste. Her lips trembled as they imagined themselves wrapped around the hard nubs of flesh outlined against the soft wool.
"Why don't you relax," Barbara said. "After that little display you put on for Billy, you must be tired."
"Thanks," Janet replied, staring at the swollen mounds of her friend's tits. "I could sure use another drink," she added, dropping back down onto the sofa.
A happy smile spread across Barbara's flushed face as she turned to prepare another round of drinks for the two of them. As she poured gin into two tall glasses, her mind filled with the memory of her very first lesbian encounter. She could remember every detail as if it had happened the day before.
By the age of eighteen, Barbara's body had already reached full maturity. Her tits were larger than any girl's in her high-school class. Her legs were already long and slender, flowing into wide, firm thighs and hips. There wasn't an ounce of fat around her waist.
But Barbara was still a virgin. Even though she enjoyed the hot looks of every man that passed, no prick had ever forced its way into the tightness of her softly haired cunt.
Barbara remembered the day that her English teacher asked her to stay after school to help with the grading of some of the exam papers. Barbara was flattered. English was her best subject, and Miss Brent was her favorite teacher. The sound of Sue Brent's voice had never left her thoughts.
"Thank you for staying and helping me with these test papers," Miss Brent said, her eyes focused on the young student's gorgeous body.
Barbara didn't understand the strange look on her teacher's face, but she was glad that she could be of help. Miss Brent had given her the stack of tests to be alphabetized and she was busily working when the woman climbed out from behind her desk.
Susan had patiently waited a long time for the chance that now lay before her. She had dreamed of pressing her face between Barbara's long legs. She had dreamed of sucking the sweet juices from the eighteen-year-old's cunt. And the time to make those dreams come true had finally arrived!
Walking around from behind her desk, Sue stood over her seated student, feeling her nipples throb against the inside of her black-lace bra. Leaning forward, she pressed a soft hand to Barbara's shoulder.
The hand felt wonderful to Barbara as it pressed into the warmth of her soft shoulder. She could hear the rasping sound of her teacher's breathing as she continued her job.
"You've been doing very well in class," Sue said, each word heavy with lust as it slipped from her dry throat.
Barbara felt emotions sweeping her body that she had never experienced before. She could feel her virgin pussy trembling with inexplicable excitement as she looked up into the flushed face of her beautiful teacher. The papers slipped from her fingers as Sue's hand moved to the back of her neck.
Miss Brent knew that the building was almost completely empty and she had taken the precaution of locking the classroom door without Barbara noticing.
Barbara's eyes closed, as she felt the older woman's strong fingers sending chills up and down her spine. She knew that Sue shouldn't be doing those things to her. She knew that she should tell the teacher to stop, but the sensations were just too wonderful.
Barbara could feel her cunt lips quivering with excitement. She could feel the dampness in her pussy, the same as when she fingered herself at night.
Barbara was too shocked to say a word as Sue's fingers slowly lowered the zipper on the back of her tight-fitting sweater. A tiny gasp slipped from her trembling lips as she felt her teacher undo the clasp holding her bra closed.
Sue leaned forward, pressing her hungry lips to the smooth skin of her young pupil's back. A flash of excitement surged through her body as Barbara moved forward, making it easier for her to caress the smooth skin of the teenager's back.
Part of Barbara wanted to run from the room, but she couldn't move. She was trapped by the warmth of Sue's lips on her body. When she felt the front of her sweater being pulled up, she gave a deep sigh.
Gently lifting Barbara's head between her hands, Sue's lips sought out the heat of her student's mouth. Her experienced hands moved to the exposed mounds of ripe flesh as she sucked the teenager's tongue between her teeth.
Barbara couldn't keep up with the flood of sensations that surged through her body. Strange sensations. She could feel herself being moved back in seat. Through the thin slits of her heavy-lidded eyes, she watched Sue lowering herself to the floor. Barbara could feel the hem of her short skirt being pushed up around her waist as the older woman's head moved between her legs.
Those were the thoughts that flashed through Barbara's mind as she fixed the two drinks. Holding the frosted glasses in her hands, she turned back to Janet.
Watching Barbara move towards her, Janet's eyes followed the gentle swaying of her naked tits, visible beneath the robe she was wearing. Her fingers ached to tear the white material from Barbara's body, her mouth watering for its first taste of sweet cunt-juice.
"Here you go, darling," Barbara said, leaning forward as she handed Janet her drink.
"Thanks, baby," Janet replied, wrapping her long, slender fingers around the glass and bringing the edge to her lips. "This is just what I need," she giggled, slurring her words together drunkenly.
When Barbara sat down on the sofa, she made a point of putting a little distance between herself and Janet. She wanted to see if her new playmate was as hot and horny as she thought she was.
One look in Janet's face would have told Barbara everything that she wanted to know. Her turned-on friend couldn't keep her eyes from the front of Barb's half-open robe. The long garment draped softly around Barb's naked, crossed legs. A damp spot in her black, bikini panties was clearly visible.
Janet may have been new at the games she was playing, but she was learning all the rules very quickly. She wanted to rip open Barbara's robe and plunge her face into the swollen mounds of her friend's thrusting tits, but she held herself back. Instead, she used the technique that had proven itself so successful with her son. Displaying her stunning body!
While Barbara looked on, Janet hooked her fingers in the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head with one, quick tug. Her fat tits tumbled into view as she rolled the garment up into a ball and tossed it into a far corner of the room.
"Well now, darling," Barbara said, surprised and delighted by a facet of her friend's personality that she had never seen before, "you really are something, aren't you!"
This was the first time Barbara had ever seen Janet's tits, and they were just as wild-looking as she had always imagined them. The hardness of her mend's nipples made her lips tremble for a taste of her fat boobs.
"You seemed so interested in my breasts, a moment ago," Janet said, reaching up to cup a swollen mound in each hand. "I hope you haven't lost interest so soon."
Janet didn't know how she was thinking of things to say, but she was shocked by the words that were spilling from her mouth. She would never have believed that she could be so deliciously wanton and lewd?
Her technique couldn't have been more perfect. Barbara, who had made love to some of the most beautiful women in town, was really flipping out. Janet could see the lust building in the woman's eyes, like lumps of coal glowing with the white heat of hunger and need.
"You have such a stunning body, darling," Barbara said, inching closer and closer to Janet, while her eyes devoured the ripe flesh on display before them.
Janet supported her left boob as she watched Barbara wrapping her lips around the hard nipple. She closed her eyes as wonderful ripples of excitement began surging through her bloodstream.
Janet had always loved the feel of a man's mouth working away at her tits. But up until that moment, she would never have imagined how thrilling another woman's mouth would be on her flesh. Barbara seemed to know just the way to fan the flames burning really deep in the pit of her stomach.
The moist, slurping sound of Barbara's mouth filled the room. While she sucked away at her friend's big boobs, Barb's fingers were busy at the waistband of Janet's jeans.
It wasn't long before Janet felt cool air on her cunt. The tight curls of her pubic hair were soaked with the overflowing passions of her lust. She lifted her ass off the sofa to make it easier for her friend to pull her pants down the smooth skin of her legs.
The aroma of Janet's pussy filling Barb's nostrils was almost enough to make the experienced lesbian cum right on the spot. Reluctantly, she pulled her mouth from, the jutting mound of firm tit-flesh and plunged it into the steaming heat between Jan's spread-open legs.
Janet dug her fingers into the back of Barbara's neck as she felt the first touch of the woman's mouth on her cunt lips. Clamping her eyes shut, she felt Barbara's tongue pressing its way deep into her twat, licking sweet-tasting cunt juices from the walls of her steaming cavern.
Barbara's lips sought out the hardness of the other woman's clitoris, and she was soon rolling the erect nub of flesh between the sharp edges of her teeth. She was thrilled at the enthusiasm Janet was showing by tightening the grip on the back of her neck and shoving her hips up to meet the probing tip of her long tongue.
Barbara slid from the sofa to the floor between Janet's legs. A lewd grin turned up the corners of her lips as she gently pushed her friend's thighs even further apart.
"You sure don't act like a beginner, sweetheart," Barbara said, laughing at the way Jan's ass bounced off the sofa impatiently, waiting to be sucked.
"And I thought you were going to help me out," Janet countered, flinging her legs around Barbara's neck.
Barbara knew the time for talking was over, and the lime for action at hand. Thrilling to the smoothness of Janet's inner thighs against her checks, she moved her face deep into the triangle of soft pubic hair covering her pussy.
Janet had never imagined that having her cunt sucked could be such a wonderful experience. She had always enjoyed being sucked off by men, but Barbara's mouth was so much more gentle, so much more knowing. Tightening her legs around her friend's neck, she dug her heels into Barbara's back, slamming her cunt harder and harder against her face.
Barbara's mind swooned in the swirling heat and wetness of Janet's pussy. Her fingers tore open the front of her robe, and while she sucked away at Jan's sopping twat, she climbed out of the garment and tossed it aside.
Janet slipped from the sofa, and the two naked women were soon tangled in the sweating flesh of each other's bodies. Janet was eager for her first taste of another woman's cunt, and she couldn't think of a sexier cunt than Barbara's.
Barbara couldn't have been more pleased at her friend's desire to suck her cunt. Twisting together on the thick carpet, she soon climbed into position atop Janet's lush figure. She sucked away at her friend's pussy while grinding her own cunt down against the woman's burning lips.
Janet had become completely caught up in her soaring passions, and suddenly her mind was filled with thoughts and images of her son, Billy. Barbara's mouth was delightful beyond words, but she couldn't help wondering what his would feel like.
And Janet loved the taste of her friend's cunt. It was the very first one she had ever sucked, and it was delicious. But Janet liked the feel of a good piece of cock down her throat. And she liked the taste of steaming cum shooting down into her hungry belly.
Barbara had convinced Janet that to pass up a stud like Billy was downright foolish. And as she sucked the woman's cunt, she wondered how it would feel to have Billy sucking her tits while Barb kept right on working away between her legs. As Janet brought her fingers around to the crack of Barbara's ass, she made believe that it was her son's asshole that she was playing with. She rubbed the tip of her index finger against the tight-ringed entranceway.
Barbara flipped out completely beneath the dual attentions of Janet's fingers and mouth. Every muscle in her body trembled with excitement as she soared over each successive orgasm. She didn't suspect that her partner's thoughts were on her son Billy.
Both women's voices rang out in the handsomely furnished living room as they reached their orgasms together. Both worked feverishly at the other's cunt, driving their passions higher and higher.
But soon the moment had passed. Janet and Barbara fell apart, untangling their exhausted bodies. They fought to catch their breath as the last echoes of their orgasms faded.
"I think we could both use another drink," Barbara said, wearily climbing to her feet.
"I think we could both use a nice soft bed," Janet replied, playfully patting the hard floor beside her.
"I'm sure you can find your way into the bedroom all by yourself," Barbara teased, coyly glancing over her shoulder as she sauntered over to the bar.
Janet couldn't take her eyes off the swaying hips of her friend. The sight of Barbara's rounded drove all thoughts of Billy from her mind. Right then and there, she wanted to sink her fingers back into the other woman's warm flesh.
"Why don't you go inside and make yourself comfortable," Barbara suggested, motioning towards the bedroom door. "I'll fix us some fresh drinks and be in a moment."
Janet would have preferred to suck Barbara's asshole, but she decided to take her friend's advice. After all, she thought to herself, the afternoon was young and it didn't look as though Barbara was too fired, yet.
"I'll be waiting, darling," Janet said, rolling her a as she moved across the room.
Janet didn't have to look over her shoulder to see where her friend's eyes were trained. She could feel the burning heat of Barbara's gaze on her buttock as she wiggled out of sight.
Stepping into the powder-blue decor of Barbara's bedroom relaxed Janet. When she dropped down to the cool, clean sheets, a new thrill surged through her bloodstream. She could bear her friend puttering around in the next room.
Janet had to wait longer than she thought she would, but got the surprise of her life when she saw Barbara framed in the doorway. Her friend was standing wide-legged, holding a tray in her hands with a bottle of Scotch and two glasses filled with ice on it. But Janet wasn't looking at what she was holding.
Barbara stood in the doorway with a big, black dildo strapped into place. One end of the long shaft was sunk deep into her cunt and the other was hard and ready for Janet's pussy.
One look into Barbara's eyes told Janet that her friend was well-versed in the art of fucking other women. The young woman on the bed spread her legs farther apart as her friend moved closer.
The thick shaft of rubber swung from side to side as Barbara walked, each step sending a new chill racing up her spine. Cunt-juices overflowed her strained pussy lips as she ran her eyes over Janet's luscious body.
Barbara moved slowly but surely, until she was at the foot of the bed. Then she knelt forward and pressed her face to Janet's throbbing pussy. Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue through the hot wetness between the woman's spread-open legs.
"Come on, baby," Janet hissed, thrilling to the feel of her friend's mouth on her steaming twat.
Barbara enjoyed the taste of Janet's cunt. She enjoyed feeling the other woman squirming beneath the assault of her mouth. But she wanted to do some fucking, and wasn't content between her friend's legs very long.
Janet protested when Barbara climbed out from her crotch, but she quickly quieted down when she felt the rubber against her trembling cunt lips. Her hands moved to the other woman's waist, preparing herself far the first thrust of the phony cock.
Barbara slammed her hips forward, sending the thick shaft burning up into Janet's twat. She ground her own clit down against the rubber, adding fuel to the flames in the pit of her stomach.
"Jesus!" Janet screamed, the dildo tearing at the inner walls of her cunt.
It had been a long time since Janet felt anything bigger than her own fingers forcing their way into the deepest regions of her belly. She dug her fingernails into Barbara's waist as she fought to hold on.
Barbara slammed her ass forward again and again. With each thrust, she was able to sink the thick tool in a little deeper. She could feel Janet's body yielding beneath her.
Janet thrashed left and right, savoring each delightful moment of her approaching orgasm!