Martha's face was level with Ann's wet, hairy offering. She looked at the pink gash in the center of all that dark hair. It was completely open, the large pussylips quivering, dripping with gleaming cuntjuice. Even Ann's plump white inner thighs glistened with a fine sheen of slippery-sticky, scented pussyjuice.
"I'm going to make you cum better than you've ever cum before," Martha whispered as she stared at the mouth-watering sight of the young mother's splayed pussy.
"Ohhh-h-h-h, yes! Yes!" Ann gasped, squirming anxiously. "Don't talk, do it! Do it!"
But Martha merely smiled and teasingly moved her lips closer until Ann could feel the hot air of the older woman's breath against her gaping cunt.
"Oh, what a big, hot-looking clit you've got!" Martha whispered excitedly. "I just know you're going to love my tongue on it. And my lips around it, sucking it. But first I'll lick those nice thick cuntlips. Do you think I should nibble them a bit, too? I will, if you want me to."
"Ohhh, please!" Ann moaned, her blood racing like liquid fire in her cunt and tits and nipples and clit.
Ann was reeling, her cunthole tingling and swelling as juice trickled from it. She was ready to grab her friend's head and shove it up her cunt like a cock – she was so hot!
"Please," she moaned again. "Don't tease me, make me cum!"
Martha's hands slid up Ann's thighs, nearing the hot pussy.
"You're so hairy," Martha murmured, combing her fingers through the thick growth of curls. She rubbed her palm over the bulging mound above the pink slit. Her breathing grew heavy as she gently thrust a finger between the parted, swollen lips.
Ann looked down at the woman kneeling between her lets. Martha lifted her gaze upwards, staring into Ann's eyes as the fingered her cunt. Ann whimpered and watched, her heart pounding as the finger was removed and Martha's palms slid under the cheeks of her ass. She held her breath as Martha's face lowered; then Ann sobbed with ecstasy as the older woman took one fat, heavy pussy lip in her mouth and tugged on it, biting gently.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!" Ann groaned, her mind swirling as her pulsing pussyhole tightened and rippled.
Martha lifted and pulled the other pussy lip away from the bright pink, drooling gash. Ann's simmering cunt now pouted sexily. Her big, swollen clit quivered at the top of her creaming cunthole, looking to Martha's excited mind like an erect, miniature cock.
"Shall I suck your clit, darling?" she whispered, her breath warming Ann's clit and making it tense with anticipation. "Shall I suck it and tickle it with my tongue until you cum?"
Without waiting for a reply, she snaked her tongue out and swabbed the swollen clit.
"Ahhhhhh-h-h-h! Ahhh-h-h-h-h!" Ann cried. Then Martha's tongue went down her slick gash and cased into her gushing pussyhole, tasting the tangy goodness of aroused cunt Martha loved the hot juice flowing over her tongue, and she wiggled it deeper.
Ann felt the strong thrust of her friend's tongue in her pussy. She went wild, bouncing on the couch and making her heavy tits flop. Her cunt was pounding, working up and down in Martha's mouth. Ann wailed and sobbed with pleasure.
Martha dug into Ann's asscheeks, keeping a good grip as the young widow writhed with ecstasy. Her fingers went deep into Ann's asscrack, and one touched the hot, moist pucker of her wrinkled asshole. The sensitive little ring felt soft to the touch, and Martha scratched at it gently, digging a fingertip inside to torment the nerve-rich lining.
Ann howled and bucked, rolling her head from side to side as her hips went wild trying to escape the insistent finger digging into her asshole. Martha slurped her tongue back up to Ann's straining clit. She sucked it into her mouth and nibbled lightly at its root while her tongue licked up and down and around.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Ann cried. "Suck harder! Faster!"
Every nerve in Ann's cunt was on fire, and even her asshole was throbbing and clenching as Martha's mouth and tongue took control of her clit. She'd never felt anything so good before. No man could suck a clit as good as a woman!
"Awwww-w-w-w! Cumming-g-g-g!" Ann cried, hunching wildly as an orgasm erupted in her cunt? "Awww-w-w-w!"
The young widow's climax was so intense that she couldn't stand it! She sobbed her way through to the end, trembling violently, then slumped on the couch where Martha climbed up beside her.
"It was good, wasn't it?" she said happily smothering Ann's face with kisses while she played with the young widow's soft, heavy tits.
Ann could hardly believe how good it had bee. She'd had her cunt licked before, of course, but never with so much knowledge and enthusiasm. She'd had a lesbian experience, and had found it was every bit as good as climaxing with a man! Her cunt still throbbed with the goodness of her cum.
Martha's hips and thighs and big tits were touching Ann as she sat beside her.
"You did like it," Martha stated, stroking Ann's quivering tits. "It wasn't just the liquor that made you love it. You need me, just as I need you. We don't have anyone else, now and it doesn't hurt anyone, does it? It'll be our little secret. And I'll never get you pregnant, either."
Martha kept on like that, her voice soft but insistent, while Ann half-listened, her eyes returning again and again to the older woman's hairy cunt. After a while, Ann responded to the stroking palms. She turned, allowing Martha to kiss her pouting lips. Ann tensed at the first electric contact, but Martha placed a hand behind her head, her moist lips closed on Ann's, her tongue darting.
Ann moaned and surrendered, responding hotly, scalding her own slick tongue into Martha's mouth. Ann trembled, moaned again, then threw her arms around the older woman, mashing their big tits together until a huge amount of tit-flesh bulged out between their bodies. Ann was reeling again with the fire building in her. She loved this woman!
"Ohhh, yes," Martha sighed when they broke their deep kiss. "Now me, darling, please. I'm burning up. Do it to me! Make me cum!"
Ann awkwardly – but eagerly – began stroking and kissing Martha's neck and tits. It didn't take her long to become an expert. After all, she had only to do what she liked having done to her. She thrilled when Martha moaned and squirmed at having her big nipples sucked. Ann sucked them hard, reveling in the new experience, the new tastes and textures she felt on her lips and tongue. She switched juicily and noisily from tit to tit, massaging the older woman's big, loose tits with obvious enthusiasm.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" Martha whimpered as Ann's lips went from her nipples to the wide under slopes of her tits, and then down to her white, quivering belly. She opened her thighs wide, giving Ann a preview of her hot cunt.
Ann slid off the couch and went on her knees before her friend. She was shaking with excitement as she studied Martha's wide lipped, deep cunt. Martha's pussy was wet and red, covered with short, curly hairs that let the skin show through, and the soft, sleek-looking pink lips in the center of that hair were opening up.
"It-it's beautiful!" Ann whispered huskily.
The steamy odor of Martha's hot, sopping cunt filled Ann's nostrils.
Hesitantly, Ann brought one hand to Martha's offered cunt. She knew what her own felt like, of course, but this was another woman's! Slowly, the opened her hand, her thumb on one side of Martha's cunt, her fingers on the other. And, just as slowly, she closed the fingers and thumb on that soft, fuzzy warmth, squeezing the plump, juicy cuntlips together, mashing them, rolling them, and making Martha shudder and whimper and mewl with intense pleasure.
"Kiss it, kiss it," Martha moaned, hunching her squeezed-together cunt at Ann's flushed, bright-eyed face.
Ann felt daring and lewd, and with those emotions there was also a sense of power. She was making Martha shiver and whine and beg.
Taking her hand away, Ann inched her face nearer to the woman's gaping cuntlips, feeling the intense heat radiating from the center of that pink pussyhole.
"I-I don't really know how to do this," Ann whispered, licking her lips. She lifted her eyes to Martha's strained, anxious face. "But I'm going to try my best!"
Then Ann jammed her mouth against Martha's cunt, hungrily but inexpertly rubbing her lips and extended tongue against her pulpy, wet pussy folds, sucking and licking enthusiastically.
"Ahhh! Ahhhh! You've got it!" Martha moaned, yowling and flopping on the couch. "Keep your tongue moving there! Ah! That's it! Ahhhh! Quicker! Yes-s-s-s! Now harder! Harder!"
Ann's hungry lips closed on Martha's pussylips as she thrust her tongue into the center of all that tasty flesh. Her teeth ground gently together.
"Yahhh-h-h-h! Wah-h-h-h!" Martha howled, her big tits quivering while Ann munched her cunt.
Ann felt the woman's hard clit under her tongue, and she lapped at its base again and again. Without realizing it, her hands had cupped Martha's asscheeks, lifting her cunt higher as Martha draped her legs over Ann's shoulders.
"Ann! Ann!" she cried as the young widow's curling fingers squeezed the tender flesh of her asscheeks.
Then Martha gasped as Ann gave her wet cunt a long, slow, hard lick from her hot, drooling hole to her clit.
"Awwww-w-www, more! More!" Martha cried, overwhelmed by the maddening sensations.
Ann slithered her tongue through the older woman's gushing cunt, wriggling it into every tasty, tangy crevice and scooping up enormous amounts of pussyjuice. From time to time her nose bumped Martha's hard clit. Now Ann's clit was fully aroused and straining outward from the top of her cunt.
"Aw-w-w-w, Gawd-d-d-d-d!" Martha bawled at the top of her lungs. "I'm cumming! Don't stop, I'm cumming!"
Ann sucked in the entire mass of Martha's plump pussylips and closed her mouth round the soft, hot flesh and quivering clit. She ran her tongue through the wet, silky heat of Martha's creaming cunt, sucking and licking with great force. Martha howled, bucked, clamped her thighs tightly against Ann, and then she collapsed, sobbing loudly as her orgasm crested.
A few minutes later the older woman regained her senses, Ann was still on her knees, her cheek resting against the soft mound of wet cunthair. Martha smiled with contentment. She could hardly believe her luck at finding a woman to share her apartment, a woman who took to eating pussy like an old pro. She reached down and stroked Ann's long hair and found some of it damp with pussyjuice.
"Come up here with me," she said softly.
"I-I need more," Ann said, half-ashamed to admit that she still wasn't satisfied.
"Would you like to act the part of a man this time?" Martha asked. "Here, let me get on the floor, this carpet's soft enough." She opened her legs to let Ann sink between them. "Now, let's rub pussies. It'll be great if we can touch clits!"
Ann rested her elbows on either side of Martha's arms. Her big, dangling tits half rested on the warm cushions of the older woman's huge tits. She lowered her hips as Martha's knees parted and raised. Ann felt the wet sleekness of her cunt press against another woman's pussy for the first time. She squealed.
"It's great, isn't it?" Martha enthused. "Wait, I'll reach down and hold my cuntlips apart with one hand. There, now rub against me – ahhhh-h-h-h!"
Both horny women groaned as their big, hot clits poked together and slipped wetly around. Martha wrapped her arms around Ann's back and began wriggling her hips and hunching her ass as she panted and moaned. Ann shoved forward and retreated, moving much as her husband used to move, causing their clits to slither over one another.
Soon, both were panting and gasping and hunching as they came hard, grinding their wet, hairy cunts together fast enough for the friction to be almost painful.
Later they licked each other clean before dressing. Martha studied Ann's every move, enjoying the way her friend's ass shifted as she walked, enjoying the heavy bounce of her slightly pendulous tits in their bra cups, and enjoying the way Ann would looks her and smile.
"You've got dimples, dear," she said softly Ann's smite widened. "Here," she asked, pointing to her face, "or here," and she aimed a finger at her ass.
"You know what I meant. Oh, I wish we could have a bed all to ourselves tonight! It's going to be awful sleeping in the same house and not sleeping together."
"Well," Ann said, trying to keep her smile, "we ought to be used to sleeping alone by now."
Martha nodded. "And Bob would think it strange, to say the least, if we began sleeping together."
Ann's smile faded completely. "Oh, Jeez! Bob! Martha, do you know why I've been so horny lately? I've been watching Bob jerking off. I've been watching my own son! Then I started drinking again, to forget. Oh, Martha, when I saw his cock, how big it is I just froze. I-I haven't even seen a cock in three years, and never one as big as his! F-for a while when I look, I forget he's my son. All I can see is his big, hard cock!"
By this time Ann was sniffing and wiping tears from her eyes while Martha comforted her. But Martha's mind was on Bob. She couldn't blame Ann for getting hot from a sight like that. After all Bob had an unbelievably big cock. The older woman's thoughts centered on how great it would be to have both Bob and Ann in bed with her at the same time. She had both of them willing to fuck and eat her separately; now all she had to do was figure out some way to overcome Ann's inhibitions about her son.
Martha's comforting led to a more general fondling of Ann's body. Eventually, Martha slipped her fingers under the young widow's panties and fingered her clit until she came. By that time Bob was on his way up the steps for lunch, and Ann quickly tried to compose herself. Martha grinned and stuck a wet finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
"Mmmm, very tasty," she whispered. Ann's face turned a bright pink.
At lunch that day, Bob tried the dropped spoon bit again. He worried a little that he might be pushing his luck, but since Ann was using his momentary disappearance to reach across and give Martha's tit a loving squeeze, his fear was for nothing.
Martha sighed and spread her thighs, giving the boy a real treat, although not as great as the one she'd given him the day before. When Bob didn't reappear immediately, Ann pushed her finger into the top of Martha's blouse and under the bra until she caught a big nipple.
"Uhhh-h-h-h," Martha gasped, trying to stifle the moan, then, she moved her hand to Ann's tits.
Ann sighed. She might have wondered about the length of time it was liking her son to locate his spoon if she hadn't been passing the time playing with Martha's swollen nipple.
Under the table, Bob realized that he could do more than just look. Mrs. Blumfeldt had given him the go-ahead for lots more! He slowly slid his hand between her thighs, until his finger tips were lightly touching the damp heat of her stuffed panties. Martha jumped a bit at the electric contact of youthful fingers against her over stimulated clit. Ann attributed the move to her own fingers on the older woman's sensitive nipple, and she quickly removed her hand. Bob, afraid that his mother might be getting suspicious, came out from under the table and resumed his lunch.
All three had flushed faces, but no one seemed to notice. All were busy at their plates.
Bob didn't leave the apartment for the rest of the day. He was hoping to catch Mrs. Blumfeldt alone again, but when he did, his mother would suddenly appear. It was very frustrating to the young boy. He had to content himself with squeezing Mrs. Blumfeldt's tit when his mother's back was turned or stroking her fleshy asscheeks. The older woman spent a very nerve-wracking afternoon trying to keep Ann from seeing what was happening. Yet her body was burning with the need to feel Bob's hefty cock spreading her cuntlips.
Once, when his mother was at the sink, Bob came up behind Mrs. Blumfeldt and slipped his hands under her dress and into her panties. He grabbed a good double-handful of warm asscheeks and dug his fingers briefly in before releasing her and stepping back. Martha's eyes went big and wide and she looked at Ann.
When his mother didn't turn around, Bob reached under her dress again and tugged her panties down to her upper thighs. Martha tried to do her best, without speaking, to discourage him, but a sex-starved teenager wasn't the easiest thing in the world to cool off. Bob was too excited by the brief feel of her ass to wait until they were alone. Besides, fooling around right under his mother's nose was a real turn-on.
Slowly, he knelt and, shoving his head under Mrs. Blumfeldt's dress, he kissed her warm cheeks. He ran his tongue across her ass, wishing he could see more, and then he quickly stood up. Since his mother's attention was still occupied by the dishes, he lifted the older woman's dress in the back and slipped his hand around her hip until his fingers were sinking into damp cunt curls. Martha squirmed free just as Ann turned.
It went that way all day. When Bob wasn't pawing her, Ann copped a sneaky feel of Martha. By the time supper was over and an uncomfortable three hours were spent talking and watching TV, Martha was a quivering mass of wet-pantied horniness. She was more than happy when Bob's bedtime arrived, but she did manage to whisper to him that she would visit him later that night, after his mother was asleep.
She looked at Ann. The sexy young widow had hardly waited for her son to leave before sliding her ass closer to Martha's on the couch.
"Are you as horny as I am?" Ann asked, cupping one of Martha's heavy tits.
"Aren't you worried that Bob might get up?"
"Not him," Ann said. "God, my cunt's on fire!"
"Listen, why don't we finger-fuck each other without getting undressed? Just sit here, looking innocent, with our hands under our skirts?"