When Susan saw her boy come in the house she knew immediately that something was up. Being a mother to three boys had taught her to notice those things. His face was flushed and he seemed to be walking in a daze. Bobby had been treating her strangely for a while anyhow, she had noticed, but there was more to it this time. There was only one thing that could have put Bobby in that condition, she realized, and that was sex.
Susan remembered how she and her girl friends used to neck with boys in the afternoon because they often couldn't get out at night. Bobby must have come from a heavy necking session, or he might even have gotten fucked, she thought. Suddenly, Susan was feeling a fit of passion filling her body. The thought that her young son, whom she had been thinking about in lascivious terms for so long, had been with some young twat made her writhe in restless lust.
Her cunt ached with a hollow hunger and she automatically grabbed her tits. This couldn't go on, she told herself. She would either have to have her son on her terms or do something to end that tremendous longing. An old friend suddenly came to mind. Claire was an expert on sexual matters. It had been Claire who had encouraged her to fuck that first boy many years ago.
Susan thought that Claire would give her good advice and she would follow it. She hadn't seen her old friend in a long time, but she had her phone number written down somewhere. Susan began sorting through all the scraps of paper that she had phone numbers scribbled on. She had always planned to write the numbers down in a book in alphabetical order, but she never got around to it. Now she wished she had. It seemed that Claire was her only hope, and if she couldn't get in touch with her now, she didn't know what she would do.
With a panicky feeling rising in her, Susan finally found the number. She dialed with shaking fingers. What if Claire had moved out of town or something? She wondered. It was very strange how she was suddenly so dependent on an old friend whom she hadn't seen in so long. When she heard Claire's voice on the other end of the line, she breathed a long sigh of relief. Her friend's voice sounded so sweet.
"Hi, Claire, this is Susan Arnold. How are you?"
"Susan, what a nice surprise. I've been thinking tout you."
Susan began to calm down now that she heard her friend's soft voice. She knew she could get some help. She told Claire that she had to see her and the sooner the better. Even though the two women hadn't seen each other in a few years, Claire told Susan to come right over. Susan realized that her voice must have sounded desperate.
Now that she knew where to go for help, Susan moved fast. Her cunt was still crying out for the young stud who was now lying in his room, and she had to get out of the house before she lost control. She went to Bobby's room to tell him that she had to go out for a while. But when she neared the door, she was confronted with her most severe temptation yet.
Bobby's door was closed, but not tightly. There was a crack of light at the edge. Before she called out to him, Susan stood silently at the door. An unmistakable sound was escaping from the room. The deep breathing of a boy about to explode in sexual passion could be heard clearly. Susan was gripped by a powerful longing. She buried her fingers in her hair and pulled, hoping that the pain would relieve her horniness. It didn't.
The sounds kept coming at her, increasing her need until she was sweating and panting there in the hallway. She wanted to tell her son that she was going out, and then she could slip away and go to Claire, but she found that it was impossible for her to tip off Bobby that she was outside his door. Without wanting to, she dropped to her knees and revolved her eye to the keyhole. Cool air was flowing out of the keyhole and it made Susan's eye water, but she peered into the room, trying to get a glimpse of the source of heavy breathing.
She saw the foot of the bed at one side of her view. Then Bobby's feet could be seen. They were spread and he was wearing socks, but it didn't look like he was wearing pants. Susan put her eye closer to the hole and managed to see up to his thighs. His legs were bare, and they could be seen moving rhythmically. Susan was in a frenzy of lust. She had to see more of his body. Her eye was pressed as close to the keyhole as she could get it, but it wasn't good enough. The only thing she could do was to open the door a bit wider.
The door squeaked, she knew, but she didn't really care if Bobby caught her there. If he did, she would admit to him her passion and offer herself to him. Then all this insane cat-and-mouse bullshit would be over. Putting her fingertips on the door, she pushed. She had to push harder than she expected to get the door to move, but when it did, it did so without a sound. Her beautiful, young son came into range.
There before her now was a sight that made her quake in her shoes. Bobby was lying on his bed, his shirt pulled up over his belly and his pants lying on the floor near the bed. In his hand was a mighty piece of meat. Susan could heat her own breathing as the sight stained her passions. She watched his hand slide up and down over the huge bone. The head of his prick was so big that Susan wondered if she could fit it into her snatch even if she had the chance.
Once the initial shock wore off, she knew she would have to do something about the excitement that was rapidly mounting in her. The idea that she should rush into the room and jump right on Bobby occurred to her, but she wasn't able to make herself do it. She knew that young guys were very sensitive about their masturbation and that her son would be very embarrassed if she burst in on him. It might even wilt his hard-on.
Susan decided that it would be a better idea to keep herself out of sight. She began to unfasten the button and zipper that kept her slacks closed. Soon she was kneeling there with her pants and undies pulled down to her knees. The leaked twat-juice made her inner thighs feel cool as the air hit them. With her eye glued to her son's cock and pumping hand, she grabbed her twat and squeezed the plump mound.
As the fatty flesh of her cunt compressed on her buried clit, a wave of pleasure fired through Susan. Her lips opened and a squeak of passion escaped, but as soon as she heard it, she shut her mouth tight so she wouldn't give herself away. By the look on Bobby's face, she judged that he wouldn't have heard her even if she let herself moan with all the lust she felt. He was so excited that she didn't think anything would penetrate his consciousness.
Susan reached into her cunt with four fingertips and began rubbing the slippery interior. Her body immediately reacted by trembling violently. With her other hand she undid the first few buttons on her blouse and pulled out one flopping tit. Shoving the white mound towards her face, she sucked the nipple into her mouth.
Now she was on her way to ecstasy. She rubbed and sucked herself while she watched Bobby jack off. She thought about the young kid she had fucked during that party at her house the other night. She imagined the cock she saw in her son's hand sliding up her pussy. She remembered what she had seen on the closed circuit TVs at Sam's apartment. With all the sexy stimulus she was flooding herself with, it wasn't long before Susan was feeling the electric jolts of passion that she loved so much.
As she prepared to come, she was treated to the sight of Bobby's jism leaping out of his cock and making high arcs over his belly. As she pretended to catch those glittering drops on her tongue, she came. In the rush of her climax she almost fell against the door and into the room, but she managed to catch herself just in time. The thought of what would have happened if she hadn't caught herself made her realize what, extremes she had been resorting to ever since she got interested in the young kid who was her youngest son.
When she was able to, Susan crawled on her hands and knees to the bathroom. Leaning on the cool porcelain of the tub, she caught her breath and composed herself. She washed the fragrant cunt-juice from her thighs and hands, pulling up her pants and prepared to tell Bobby that she was going out. When she called into his room, he was finished with his jack-off exercises. She told him that she had to see a friend right away and that he would have to make his own supper. She felt terrible neglecting him like that all because she had the uncontrollable hots for him, but she had no choice.
Susan had relieved herself somewhat by jerking off outside Bobby's room, but once she was in the car, driving to Claire's, she was as horny as ever. The sight of her boy pumping his prick was indelibly impressed on her mind, and it kept her pussy dripping. She couldn't help shoving her hand into her pants and sticking tier finger into the wet crack of her cunt. As she drove, she rubbed her twat. After two orgasms she was able to slow down the finger, but she kept it in her cunt and continued diddling her love-bud.
Susan kept finding herself driving ridiculously slow, and she would speed up. A truck passed her, but she became aware that it stayed alongside. Looking up, she saw a guy on the passenger side looking down at her, and the driver was leaning over and looking down at her, too. The truck began swerving from side to side and almost ran her off the road. Susan floored the gas pedal and pulled her hand out of her crotch.
Again she realized that she was becoming a hopeless sex maniac. She would have to do something about this situation soon, no matter how drastic the measures. She forced herself to keep her hand out of her pants, but without noticing it, she lifted her hand to her face and breathed in the perfume of her twat that was covering her fingers.
When she arrived at Claire's, Susan parked the car and ran into the apartment building. The elevator seemed to be going amazingly slow. She ran down the hall and pounded on the door of her friend's apartment. The door opened and Claire stood there looking as pretty as ever. Susan leaped into her old friend's arms and they hugged and said their helloes.
"It's so good to see you again!" Susan cried. She was so happy to think that she was going to get some good advice and understanding.
"What's the matter, baby?" Claire asked.
The two women went into the living room of the swanky apartment. As soon as Susan laid eyes on her old friend, she could see that it was the same old Claire. Now, through her tears, Susan looked closely at her. Her face held a few hints of her age – a shallow line here and there – but she was still beautiful. Her green eyes shone as brightly as ever in the sea of freckles. Her body was as nice as it had been in the good old days. Two big tits stood out under the tight fitting sweater. Her tummy was flat and her hips and ass perfect. Claire was wearing her red hair a little differently now, but it was still long and flowing over her delicate shoulders.
"Let me make you a drink, and then you can, tell me all about it," Claire said as she sat a sobbing I Susan down on the couch.
"Oh, Claire, you look as good as ever. It's nice to see you looking so sexy and happy."
"You look great, too, except for the tears and hang-dog expression," Claire said.
Claire brought Susan a stiff whiskey and ginger ale and sat down beside her. She let her take a few sips and settle down before asking again what the trouble was. "Man trouble?" she asked.
"Worse," Susan said. "Actually, it's silly. A woman my age can't expect everything."
"What do you mean 'a woman your age'? We're the same age and I haven't found myself to be over the hill by a long shot."
Susan was feeling better already. She knew she had made a wise decision by coming to Claire. She took a few more sips of the drink and a few deep breaths, and was ready to confide in her friend.
"It hasn't been easy for me since I've been alone, you know," she said.
"You aren't alone. You have three nice boys. I'll bet they're almost grown up," Claire said.
"Yeah, that's the trouble."
"Oh, I think I understand," Claire said with a knowing smile.
"It's my youngest, Claire. He's only eighteen, but he's so well, I don't know, but I've got the hots for him. And I mean bad."
"So what's the problem? Doesn't he want to make it with you?"
"I don't know." Susan began crying again. "I haven't been able to do anything about it."
"Is that your problem? Shit, that's nothing. I'll bet the kid would be grateful to get a chance to fuck a chick like you, baby."
Suddenly, Susan felt that her problem would simply disappear. All she had to do was go to Bobby and take him in her arms. The rest would happen automatically. Susan told Claire that she already had gotten that advice from a psychologist, but she realized that the problem was in carrying out her desires. As she sat there, she felt the fear that she had felt when Bobby was near. And the thwarted passion.
"Oh, Claire, I just can't make the move. And I'm so horny that I can't stand it."
Claire moved closer to her friend. She put her arm on the back of the couch behind Susan's head, and leaned towards her.
"I think I can help you on both counts. You're afraid to seduce your son because you're trapped in a conventional mode of behavior. You've got to break out. Learn that everything is good if it gives pleasure and no one is hurt."
Susan followed Claire's words carefully. Everything she said seemed to make sense, and her voice was very soothing, too. Susan was feeling better again.
"If you can let yourself go with me, I think you can go home and get what you want from your son. And it will cure your horniness, too."
Just as Claire's words were beginning to be understood by Susan, she felt her friend's hand on her shoulder. Susan was surprised and stunned, but she wasn't prepared to resist. Claire had made so much sense that Susan couldn't have argued with her, and the hand on her shoulder was filling her with desperate need again.
Susan next felt Claire's hot breath on her cheek, then her lips on her ear. Claire used her mouth so skillfully that Susan was putty in her hands.
"I didn't know you did this," Susan heard herself saying in her dazed condition.
"Yes. I've been swinging both ways for a few years now. And I think it's the best thing that ever happened to me. It was so liberating that it's opened new doors to me in many ways. That's why I think it could do you some good with your problem."
Susan was past the point where she could have stopped the redhead. As Claire spoke, she breathed into Susan's ear and the sensation made her curl up in a quivering ball of lust. Claire touched her neck with her delicate and skillful hand and Susan melted. The touch of another woman's fingers was a welcomed treat. A man's hands were always somewhat rough and coarse, but Claire's hand was the essence of tenderness. Her lips were special, too, as she nibbled Susan's ear lobe.
Susan turned to Claire and Claire immediately pressed her lips to her opened mouth. Susan learned that a woman's tongue felt different, too. Claire's tongue explored her mouth just as a man would, yet there was a subtle difference that she couldn't quite put her finger on. AU she knew was that Claire was getting her hotter faster then anyone ever had, except, of course, Bobby.
Claire reached for Susan's tits and took one in her firm but feminine grip. Susan felt her cunt begin to tingle as Claire massaged the huge jug exactly as she loved to have it handled. Claire let go of the living mound just long enough to unbutton a few buttons and reach inside her blouse. They continued tonguing each other's mouths as Claire gave that tit a good working-over.
Susan hesitated to return the perverted favors, so Claire picked up her hand and brought it to her cunt. Susan had never felt a tit other than her own, but she found the experience very exciting. She suddenly understood why men liked to feel her tits so much. It was so soft and warm and smooth that anyone would naturally love to touch it. She grabbed the boob tighter until Claire made a hurt sound deep in her throat. Susan eased up a bit and began moving her hand all over the surface of the marvelous mound.
Susan found that her friend's tits were slightly smaller than her own and not quite as firm. They sagged slightly, but Susan found the shape incredibly sensual and exciting. She slipped her hand into Claire's blouse and felt her bare tit as Claire was feeling hers. She touched the nipple and felt it become erect. Then she moved her hand under the boob and lifted it to see how heavy it was. Claire's tit lying in her palm like a jellied fruit was one of the most beautiful experiences of her life.
Claire undid the rest of the buttons on Susan's blouse, then opened it and pulled it off her shoulders. Susan let go of the item in her hand long enough for Claire to remove her blouse. Susan felt strangely vulnerable and exposed with her jugs hanging out in from of her friend, but it was a nice and thrilling feeling. She felt the skin covering her tits tighten in the cool air as her nipples gathered into hard knobs in plain view of her new lover.
Susan saw that Claire was staring down at her tits with a pleased smile on her face. Then Claire's head began descending towards the heaving knockers. Susan inhaled sharply as she waited to feel Claire's talented lips on her right boob. It seemed that Claire's head was moving towards the tit in slow motion. It was getting closer, but Susan was going wild in anticipation. Finally hot lips met hard nipple-flesh and Susan closed her eyes and enjoyed the wet kiss on her bulging boob.
There seemed to be a direct line from her tit to the pleasure receptors in her brain, and to her cunt. As Susan's mind flooded with exquisite lust, her cunt drooled lubricating fluid aver the round bottoms of her ass, soaking her underwear. She leaned back on the couch as Claire's mouth increased its sucking until she was gnawing at her nipples like a starving pup.
Susan's body began reacting as if there was a cock in her cunt. She bucked and squirmed and her pussy snapped at the phantom prick. Claire was getting crazed, too. She was stuffing her face into the softness so that she could hardly breathe, and Susan could hear her sucking air in through her nose as vigorously as he was sucking tit into her mouth. Her mouth was wide open and filled to capacity.
As Claire sucked Susan's tit, her hands crept down to her pants and struggled to open them. She wasn't having much luck and had to let the tit out of her mouth so she could see what she was doing. When she lifted her head, Susan could see the wanton expression on her friend's face. Claire's mouth was still opened wide and so were her eyes. She looked like a mad woman as she struggled with the opening of her pants. Susan was almost scared until she realized that the look on her friend's face was pure passion.
Susan felt the waistband of her slacks open, and Claire immediately began clawing the garment down. Susan was at least as wild with lust as her friend, and she lifted her hips and wiggled her ass trying to help strip the baffler of clothing from her cunt. She felt Claire's fingernails scrape her side painfully, but she didn't care as long as her pants were coming off. Her cunt was contracting crazily and she desperately needed to have it filled.
As soon as the soaking twat was accessible, Claire dived in. Swan's body was shaken by the force of Claire's mouth crashing into her wet pussy. Her tongue darted up the slick fuck-tunnel and Susan let out a wail of lascivious delight that echoed off the walls for a long time. Susan lifted her legs high in the air and spread her thighs as wide as possible to put as much of her cunt into range of Claire's lashing tongue as she could.
Claire was turning out to be a better cunt-lapper than any man who had done that job. And since Susan had been in a horny fit even before they started, she was reaping more dividends in pleasure than ever in her life. She was letting a constant flow of animal moans out of her opened mouth and twisting her body as if in agony.
Claire put her hands under Susan's ass-cheeks and lifted her hips even farther. That exposed the tight ring of her asshole and she applied her tongue to it. She was making figure eights around Susan's quivering asshole and the entrance of her cunt-sleeve. Susan's butt was covered with a thick concoction of saliva and twat-gush, and Claire's face swam around in it.
It didn't take long for Susan to arrive at an explosive orgasm. She wailed and thrashed, but Claire held on and kept tonguing her. When her climax passed, her cunt became supersensitive and she tried to get away from Claire's tireless tongue, but Claire wanted to keep going. Susan couldn't get away and just before the tickling drove her mad, it became pleasurable again. Another orgasm came crashing down on her brain with even more force than the first. Before Claire let her go, she had had four powerful orgasms.
Claire finally lifted her wet and shining face from Susan's swamp, and she looked down at her victim. Susan was lying there looking as if she'd been hit by a truck. She was covered with sweat and breathing so hard that her tits shook with every breath. Her mouth was gaping open and her cheeks puffed in and out with the air rushing through.
Claire was also panting like a wolf that had just devoured an animal. She watched Susan's face to see how tong it might be before she could expect her to be ready to repay the lapping job. She slowly began crawling up her body until she was straddling her friend's head. Susan opened her eyes when she felt her friend's body moving over hers, and she watched as her red-bushed cunt moved towards her face. Susan wasn't sure how she felt about eating a pussy, but she knew that she was about to find out.
As Claire poised her twat over Susan's face, Susan could see the slit through the curls. The glistening pink interior was smiling at her and Susan could smell the hot juice.
Looking up, she studied the strange but familiar organ. She used to look at her own cunt in a mirror when she jerked off, so she was aware of the differences between her cunt and her friend's. Claire's snatch had inner labes that looked like little wings, protruding from between the fleshy outer labes. Claire spread her thighs, which spread her cunt, and gave Susan a good look at the insides.
The opened gash looked like a sliced fruit suspended over her face. Claire was holding her twat just out of tongue's reach, but was ready to lower it just as soon as Susan looked ready to eat. Meanwhile, she was enjoying the exhibitionistic pleasure of exposing her cunt totally to another woman.
Susan was getting over the exertion of her multiple orgasms and was getting herself psyched up to taste the wet, musky cunt that hovered over her face. The thought of cracking the pussy baffler was becoming more exciting as the idea sunk into her thrill-seeking brain. If she could do this, she could surely fuck her son, she reasoned.
Reaching up and grabbing Claire's waist, Susan pulled her cunt down and stuck out her tongue. The hairs and tongue met. Susan combed the pussy-curls with her tongue-tip, penetrating the bush deeper with each lap until she could feel the hot and wet flesh that lined Claire's snatch. The flavor of pussy-liquor filled her consciousness with its heady funkiness. As she became used to the taste, she began to enjoy it. Then she began concentrating on the textures and contours of Claire's hot cunt. The wiggly inner twat-lips felt strange but nice as she flipped her tongue over them. She followed the inner labes forward to the bunched-up skin that surrounded Claire's quivering clit. As she tongued the bud, Claire moaned in wanton pleasure.
Susan looked up past the redhead's bristling muff. She could see the expanse of Claire's flat stomach stretching away from her. Her tits looked so round and white as they hung and rested on her chest. Between the tits and higher, Claire's face could be seen wearing a desperate expression of lust. The view made Susan even more eager to do a good job at her first cunt lapping.
Warm pussy-cream was oozing down Susan's throat as she licked the salty slit. She could feel it lining her mouth, too, but she was learning to enjoy it. Now that she could see that bet tongue was having the right effect, she became more animated. Her head moved back and forth as she covered that puffy pink gash with broad strokes.
She had to pull her tongue in and close her mouth just long enough to swallow the reservoir of slippery juice that had collected there, and to relieve her jaw, which had begun to ache from keeping her, mouth so wide open. In another second, she was licking twat again.
Claire's moans told Susan that she was doing a good job. She was getting excited, too, and was proud of herself for learning his new skill so fast. She reached up and took Claire's tits in her hands to give her an extra thrill. It was pretty thrilling for her, too. As soon as she grabbed those sagging boobs, Claire's moans became louder and more frantic. Susan knew that she was about to come so she concentrated her tonguing on the clit so her friend's climax would be as good as the one she had experienced.
Claire began to shake and holler in a weird performance of orgasmic bliss. Susan kept her tongue fluttering over the hard nut of her clit just as Claire had done to her. The whole couch shook with Claire's violent trembling, and Susan realized that she wasn't the only woman who came with such explosive force. Claire was acting like a fish on a hook, but Susan held on and kept licking cunt. Finally, Claire jumped off her pupil's face and fell off the couch. She lay on the floor, panting in a cold sweat.
Susan looked down at her friend and felt good at having put her in that condition. There wasn't a hint of embarrassment or shame at her perversion, and she was ready for other taboo couplings, especially the one that she had been dreaming about for what seemed like ages.
After that cunt-lapping session, the girls talked. Susan told Claire how glad she was that she had called her. She said she had had more fun that she could ever remember having before, and that she was grateful for being introduced to that new realm of pleasure that had now been opened to her. Claire told her to go home and fuck the shit out of her son.
When Susan left, she was floating on a cloud of happiness. For the first time she was satisfied and she was looking forward to even greater satisfaction when she got her hands on that boy of hers.
But by the time she was home, her confidence was fading. She would still have to make the first move in her quest for Bobby's body, and she was feeling doubtful that she could summon the courage. By the time she walked into the house, she was once more in the grip of despair. How could she treat her youngest son as if he were some stud she wanted to fuck?