As BoB walked home in the new morning light he thought about the fucking he'd done. It was fantastic, and he could hardly wait to get together with Betty again. He wondered if his mother would hear him coming home at that hour, and if she did, what she would think.
Pat did hear her son come in. She had never gotten out of the habit of listening for him even as she slept. Of course she wondered where he had been all night and the thought did occur to her that he might have spent the night with a girl. Pat was surprised to feel a wave of jealousy at the thought. The passing feeling made her admit to herself that there was something between them; something that was coming to a head.
Ever since she had seen him dash into his room wearing her underwear, Pat had had an obsession for her son. Every time she had masturbated since then the face of her imagined lover had been her son's. Now he was coming home early in the morning after having spent the night with some strange girl somewhere.
As Pat listened to his footsteps pass her bedroom door she had to suppress the desire to call him to her. She knew that if he came to her bed at tint moment she wouldn't have been able to keep her hands off him. Her cunt had gotten wet as these thoughts ran trough her mind, and her hand automatically moved to the burning lips of her cunt. As she listened to Bob undressing and getting into bed, Pat rubbed the little love bud until she was wild with lust.
Bob had some strange feelings about coming home at that hour too. As he tiptoed past the room where he thought his mother lay sleeping, he was surprised to feel his cock stirring. After fucking that pretty little chick with the big tits he'd lusted after, he felt excited by the thought of his mother's warm body lying between her sheets. As he slipped into his warn and undressed, his mind revolted from the memory of the fucking he'd done the night before. He was once again longing for the unattained: the woman in the next room.
Bob was so horny suddenly that he had to take his stiff cock in hand and exercise it in the same old way. When would he be free from the need to do his own prick? he wondered. As he stroked himself to an orgasm, the answer came to him. He had to fuck his mother. That would be the only thing that could release him from his horniness.
Breakfast was late that morning after both of them overslept. Both Bob and Pat were quietly eyeing each other all through the meal. Bob was relieved when he was able to get out of the house and among his car parts. There was something about the way his mother had been acting lately that seemed to indicate that she was sharing his perverted desires. Or was his own horniness twisting his perception? It was impossible to toil, and Bob was tortured by the uncertainty. There was one way to find out, but he couldn't just ask her to fuck him, or try to seduce her. On the other hand, he wasn't sure he could prevent himself from doing something like that soon.
He managed to find some peace as he fiddled around with the engine parts that he was trying to fit together. The vision of his mother's body stayed with him, though. He had a picture of her in his mind; the mental picture he'd taken when he was gazing at her naked body trough her keyhole. He hadn't gone to her keyhole again, but he had the feeling he wouldn't be able to stop himself that night. Now that he had a girl he could fuck, and still wasn't satisfied, he would have to give in to his desires and go wherever they led him.
It was a long day for Bob. He was anxious for the night to come, for the hour of his mother's bedtime. Who knows? he thought. Maybe the unlikely would happen. He felt desperate enough to provoke a showdown with the woman with whom he was obsessed.
Pat was feeling the same way. She wasn't able to deny her longing for her son any longer. But she was scared. Incest had always had a dark and evil connotation for her. She needed some advice. A good friend of hers who had a son Bob's age might be able to tell her what to do. She called her friend, Sara, and asked if she could come right over. Sara told her to come.
The two mothers sat at Sara's kitchen table and sipped coffee. Sara hadn't pressed Pat to tell her what was on her mind, and Pat, so far, hadn't been able to get it out.
"Do you find yourself ever wanting to fuck your son?" Pat finally blurted out.
She felt her face turn red as she waited for Sara's answer.
"Of course," Sara said. "I think every mother of a good-looking stud wants that."
"But what do you do about it?" Pat asked. "Would you ever actually do it?"
"You bet I would," Sara said. "Jack isn't the stud he used to be."
Jack was Sara's husband. So even though she was still married, Sara was pretty much in the same boat as Pat.
Sara went on talking with a wistful look in her eyes. She said she wished her boy were interested in her, and that she'd like nothing more than to get his young cock in her flaming pussy. Then in a whisper, she said she would let Pat in on a secret. Pat leaned close to her friend, all ears.
"I've taken up a sideline," Sara whispered. "I'm now a full-fledged lesbian."
Pat was shocked, but Sara explained. She said she needed more than a man to satisfy her. The older she got, the more she wanted from life, and lesbianism had given her so much. She told Pat that a good friend of both of them had turned her onto the perversion, and that she was very grateful to the woman. She wouldn't tell Pat the lady's name and Pat didn't press her for the information.
As Sara told her of all the pleasures of cunt-lapping, Pat listened with increasing fascination. As she pictured the weird practices her friend was describing, her cunt began to fog up. Pat tried to ignore the passion in her body, but it was getting out of control. She had come to her friend for advice about her incestuous desires, and was getting dragged into another perversion.
Sara looked at her friend as she continued describing the joys of lesbianism. The look of lust on Pat's face was unmistakable. Sara hadn't started the discussion with any ulterior motives, but she suddenly saw her chance to initiate another woman into the ionic club and get a chance to suck Pat's very appealing cunt. Sara stopped talking and stared at Pat.
The sudden silence brought Pat back from her dazed lust. She lifted her eyes and the two women looked at each other. Pat was helpless. She would have given her body to anyone at that moment, to do with as they pleased.
"It seems that my words have had some effect on you," Sara said to her obviously dazed girl friend.
Pat didn't say anything which was saying quite a lot. Sara got up and walked over to her. Taking Pat's hand in her own, she led the woman into the bedroom. Pat was getting wild with the idea that something new and wonderful was going to happen to her. She had no will of her own, and when Sara put her arms around her and pressed her hot mouth over hers, she obediently opened her lips. The snake of Sara's tongue slid into her mouth.
As they kissed, Pat thrilled to the feeling of another set of big jugs pressing against her own. It was a delicious feeling. Pat gradually came to life and grabbed her new lover around the waist. Her belly pressed Sara's, and their cunts ground together. Pat was delirious with pleasure.
Sara disentangled their arms and stepped back. The perverts smiled at each other as they began unbuttoning their blouses. Sara slipped her blouse off, giving Pat a good view of the heavy tits that hung from her chest. Pat knew that her own tits were much nicer than her friend's, but; still, the woman's boobs sent shivers of pure lust through Pat's loins.
When they were naked from the waist up, they embraced again. The collision of spongy tit flesh turned on Pat's love juices, and her whole crotch area became soaking wet with the hot liquid. Pat could feel the lesbian's hard nipples poking into her own soft tits, and she knew her nipples were at least as hard. Sam's hand was on Pat's ass, feeling the crack through the thick material of her pants.
"Let's get undressed," Sara sighed.
They separated and pulled down their pants. Pat was, breathing hard and feeling dizzy with the excitement of this forbidden pleasure. As Sara bared her cunt, Pat looked at it with new interest. She had seen lots of cunts in her day, but not with the expectations she now had.
They were both soon nude. Pat looked at Sara. Her tits were somewhat saggy and her body was covered with a layer of protective fat, like the women in some of the old painting in the museum. Pat wanted to lose herself in the heat of that body, and she was going to get the chance.
Sara went to the bed and lay down. Pat lay down beside her. As Sara embraced her, Pat could feel her heart beating wildly with her excitement. They kissed again and intertwined their legs and wrapped their arms around each other. Pat had never felt so passionate. She wondered where she had been all her life while this was going on.
Sara pulled her mouth from Pat's and began creeping down her body. She buried her face in one of Pat's beautiful tits and sucked one of the large nipples into her mouth. Of all the tit-suckers Pat had had stuck to her boobs, this woman was the best. With a pair of tits of her own, Sara knew just what to do to drive a woman nuts with lust.
Pat began squirming and panting. Just when the tit-sucking had done all it could in Pat's rise to ecstasy, Sara began moving south again. Pat shivered as she felt the pecking lips move down her belly. By the time Sara had her mouth into Pat's pubic curls, Pat had her back arched in a fit of horny need. She wanted to feel the educated tongue enter her cunt and lash the pink interior, but Sara was a bit of a tease.
Sara licked the damp tops of Pat's thighs and lower asscheeks. Pat was stabbing her twat at the lightly licking tongue. Finally she dipped her tongue shallowly into the steaming gash. Pat gasped loudly as her body stiffened. Slowly, Sara stuck her tongue farther up the drooling pussy. Pat's hips were chugging back and forth in an attempt to get more friction from the F tongue.
Finally, Sara sensed that her teasing had had its flu effect, and she pressed her face firmly on the wide-open slot, sending her tongue deep up Pat's cave. Pat began crying out in desperate moans as Sara unleashed her tongue and began licking the slippery walls of her cunt with all her might. With her arms under Pat's thighs and her hands reaching for her tits, Sara ground her face fiercely into the wet heat of her cunt.
Pat was experiencing the most intense and fabulous cunt-lapping she'd ever had. Sara was a champ. As Pat began shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, Sara put the tip of her tongue on her clit and drilled the little bud steadily and hard. Pat's mind exploded with bliss as her orgasm raged through her. Sara kept up the clit twitting until Pat was begging for mercy.
When Sara lifted her glistening face from her lover's crotch, she saw the results of her work. Pat looked like she had been run over by a truck. Sara hoped that she would recover in time to do her cunt. Sara lay beside the dazed woman and stroked her tits. Pat knew what she expected and was eager to oblige.
They kissed and Pat began the ritual that Sara had just finished. She had never considered eating another woman s cunt before, and she felt a little hesitant. She didn't linger at Sara's tits too long, tough. She was facing the hairy triangle before long, and she could smell the juices that she was causing to flow.
Hesitantly, she stuck her tongue out and felt her way through the bristling hair. Suddenly she felt wet, hot and slippery cunt at the tip of her tongue. An impulse made her pull her tongue back into her mouth, carrying the flavor of cunt juice with it. She made herself stick her tongue back into the salty crack.
This time she moved her tongue up and down the slot, feeling the contours of Sara's clit and inner lips. She was getting used to the flavor and was beginning to enjoy this new sport. With increasing enthusiasm she made long laps from the rear corner of the envelope to the little man in the boat. When she felt Sara responding to her licks with her whole body, Pat began to give it all she had.
Remembering all the things she liked best when some guy was eating her, she tried to duplicate them on the cunt under her face. Sara was getting more and more passionate. Pat could hear Sara moan with pleasure with every lick she gave her. Cunt-lapping was turning out better than she could have dreamed as her head bobbed up and down with fantastic speed and energy.
Pat reached up and grabbed Sara's tits to give her an extra thrill. Sara was soon shaking as violently as Pat had. Bringing her friend and lover off was like passing a test to Pat. She felt like an accomplished lesbian as the sounds of Sara's ecstasy filled her ears.
When Pat lifted her head, she couldn't help grinning with the happiness her new field of endeavor had given her. The two perverts lay side by side and talked. Sara told Pat that she believed that anything that felt good and doesn't hurt anyone was right and good. That included the problem that Pat had originally come to talk about. When she left she felt grateful to her friend for introducing her to a new form of pleasure, and felt sorry for her because her handsome son wasn't interested in fucking her.
Pat began to realize how lucky she was to have friends like Sara and a son like Bob. She was going to take advantage of that poor horny kid's desire. And she was going to give him something too, for she had a lot of special skills and techniques that a boy like Bob should learn.