The next morning Bob's cock grew hard at the breakfast table as he watched his mother's big, fleshy asscheeks quiver and shake as she busied herself at the sink. She was wearing slacks, but they were thin and tight enough for her asscrack to be clearly visible. When she turned around, the plump mound of her pussy stared him in the face, and the slacks were even indented where her cunt slit was! He felt his face burn.
Ann didn't notice her son's face grow pink. She was too busy trying to sneak peeks into the partially open fly of his pajama bottoms. She stood behind him, then looked over his shoulder into his lap, hoping to catch a glimpse of his thick shaft. She saw some hair, and what might have been cockflesh.
Ever since listening to Dr. Yung, she'd been more worried and even fearful. What she was thinking about Bob frightened her. Oh, why couldn't she be satisfied with Martha's expert licking and sucking? Did she really miss a cock that much? The answer, unfortunately, was yes. She was honest enough to admit it to herself. But why did it have to be her son's cock that was so available to her? And why did it have to be such a gorgeous cock?
She was desperately horny for her boy's big prick, but she was ashamed of that lewd desire. It seemed the only solution was to spend more time with Martha. Maybe she could wear out the itch in her cunt with her friend's helpful tongue and fingers.
For the next few days Bob continued to suck and fuck Martha, never suspecting that the wetness on her cunt was partially due to his mother's tonguing. But he still tried to peek at his mother as much as possible.
He knew enough now to realize most of what they were describing was right out of their imaginations. He'd touched, tasted and fucked the real thing, and now he had a hard time keeping quiet when one of the older boys was bragging.
When he walked in one afternoon, he saw his mother and Mrs. Blumfeldt sitting across from each other at the table. And Mrs. Blumfeldt didn't look happy.
"What's up?" he said, looking at his mother.
"I've just heard from Bob," she said. "Mary left him, ran off with her fitness instructor. He's really hit hard. You know, they were married for fifteen years!"
"Gee, that's too bad."
"He sold his home, and bought a place in the country about eighty miles from here, near Maxfield," Ann said. "And he wants us to come and stay with him for a while."
Bob's stomach went cold. Leave here? Leave Mrs. Blumfeldt!
"Ah, Jeez," he said, "do we have to? I'd rather stay here. All my friends are here."
"Bob, he's my brother, and he needs me. I'm not happy about leaving here, either, but it'll only be for a little while. Martha isn't going to rent our rooms to anyone else."
"Of course not," Martha said. "Not only that, Bob, but when your mother talked to your uncle, she asked him to invite me, too!"
"Ohmigod!" Ann gasped when she saw the older woman pull out a thick, curved banana at least nine or ten inches long.
"I don't have a dildo," Martha said, "but I think this'll do the trick. Don't worry, I cut off the hard end, it won't hurt."
Ann's eyes were wide as she watched the banana approach her wide-spread cunt. Martha smeared it with cunt juice first, then fingered open Ann's cunthole and inserted the tapered end of the yellow fruit.
"Huhhh, huhhh-h-h-h," Ann panted as the thickness of the banana spread her cunt.
Martha had a good view of her friend's hairy, big-lipped cunt slowly swallowing the banana. Before the banana was halfway in, Ann began to squirm. Her clit was standing at attention, dark and throbbing. Her eyes were squeezed tight and her fingers were clawing the cushions.
"Feels like a big cock, doesn't it?" Martha grinned, easing the rest of the banana inside. She twisted it slightly then jiggled it up and down. "I'm going to start fucking you now. Hunch at it, fuck back, just imagine it's some big guy on top of you."
Ann, to her shame, was already imagining that. Before the banana had penetrated her cunt more than three inches, the face she saw behind her tightly closed eyes was her son's. She couldn't help it. Bob's cock was so big, just like the banana, and now that Martha was moving the big fruit out, then shoving it in; the sensation of being fucked was even more realistic!
Martha fucked the banana hard and fast as Ann's ass lifted and fell. Soon, Ann was squirming and hunching and throwing herself against the banana as if it were a cock.
"Oh, give it to me!" she groaned. "Fuck it, fuck it hard!"
"You like my cock?" Martha asked in a husky voice, twisting the banana from side to side as she pumped.
"I love it? Fuck me, make me cum!"
Ann's fleshy ass shook as she humped the banana, and her tits slapped together and jiggled wildly. The juice-smeared flesh of her plump upper thighs quivered sexily as they strained to spread even wider apart.
Finally, Martha couldn't take the sexy sight any longer. She lowered her head and gobbled in Ann's fat clit. Ann started to howl, then shoved her own tit into her mouth to stifle her joy. The sweet torment of Martha's nibbling lips and lashing tongue against her stiff clit mingled with the pounding that her cunt was taking from the huge banana.
"Ohhhh, ummmmmm," Martha groaned around Ann's clit. Her free hand slid under Ann's shaking ass and squeezed one soft, warm cheek.
She felt Martha's tongue slide lower, moving against the wiggly lips surrounding her banana-stuffed hole, and she grunted again.
Martha was enjoying her fucking and tonguing of the younger woman. She knew Ann would cum, soon, and she fingered Ann's asscrack until she located the winking ring of her asshole. It was wet and pouting, and she stroked it a bit.
Ann whimpered, working her cunt on the length of the fat banana, sliding up and down on it as it fucked her. She liked the feel of Martha's fingertip against her asshole. Her asshole was nice and wet, and the finger slid around easily. Then she bit down on her nipple as Martha's finger pushed through the tight ring with one shove.
"Umphh!" she gasped as her asshole clamped down on Martha's finger. She felt Martha twist and turn the finger in her hot, clinging asshole. Soon, the pink ring was fucking in and rolling out soft and easy. Her breath quickened and her cunt grabbed at the banana.
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," Martha sighed, munching harder on Ann's clit. She felt the drag of cunt muscles on the banana on the outstroke, and her finger felt the pulsing of Ann's asshole.
Faster and faster Martha fucked Ann with the banana. Faster and faster she pumped her long finger into her friend's hot, gripping asshole. She sucked harder on Ann's clit, drawing in her cheeks as she bobbed her head, while Ann grunted and squealed into her tit.
"Ahhh! Ohhhh! Yes-s-s!" Ann gasped as her tit flopped from her mouth. She was cumming! She shuddered with joy as her stuffed cunt spasmed again and again, milking the banana. Her asshole bit down on Martha's deeply imbedded finger, trying to suck it deeper. She gave one last cry and slumped limply on the couch.
Martha slowly withdrew bath her finger and the banana. She licked her lips as she saw Ann's gaping cunthole. The cuntlips were dripping with juice. It looked deep, and she peered into the sparkling cunthole. The hair around it was matted with juice, the insides of Ann's plump thighs were coated with it. Even the cheeks of her ass were wet. She looked beautiful.
Martha swiftly discarded her dress, then practically tore off her sopping panties and too-tight bra. Her big tits flopped out heavily, her nipples dark and spiked. Lovingly, she helped Ann to her feet until they stood facing each other. Then they embraced, mashing their tits together, their hot tongues searing into each other's mouth. Martha's fingers gently clawed Ann's back.
The two women swayed, kissing, grinding their dripping cunts together as they stood.
"Aww-w-w-w," Martha sighed when she felt cool air hit the exposed ring of her asshole.
Ann pushed a finger into the asscrack to find the tiny pucker, then she gently wiggled a finger inside as Martha writhed and whimpered. Their cunts ground harder together.
"Let's eat each other," Martha panted. "I want to feel your mouth on me!"
Slowly, still twirling tongues and fondling each other, the two hot-assed women sank to the floor. In a matter of minutes they were end to end in a sixty nine position.
The taste of Martha's cunt drove Ann wild, and she thrust every inch of her tongue into the hole. Withdrawing it, she tasted her friend's hot juices, savoring them. Then she licked down to Martha's tight asshole.
"Ummmm, ummmmm, ummmm," Martha moaned into Ann's cunt, wriggling her ass.
Ann's tongue, working around Martha's ass, was shooting waves of intense pleasure right to her clit.
Ann desperately tried to keep the thought of Bob's cock from intruding on her sex-fest with Martha, but the harder she tried, the more miserably she failed. It wasn't Martha's tongue she felt in her ass and cunt – it was her son's! She groaned and threw herself into even more feverish lesbian activity, hoping to lose herself by drowning in orgasms.
Martha had never felt happier. The way Ann was going at her, she thought, would make the young mother's jaws ache. But she appreciated the wonderful scrubbing of Ann's tongue against her hot, throbbing clit and pulsing asshole. She lapped Ann faster, greedily sucking up her tasty juices, digging and rooting for more, and in a few seconds both women were grunting into each other's cunt as they gasped and groaned through a series of strong orgasms.
Martha felt almost dead as she rolled away from Ann. She saw her friend sprawl limply on the floor, legs apart, arms widespread. Her huge tits sagged to the side, her big nipples soft and goose-pimply. What great tits! she thought, really tremendous! Jeez, if Bob ever got a peek at them.
Just then, Ann opened her eyes. "What were you thinking?"
"I was admiring your tits, dear, and thinking what Bob's face would look like if he ever saw them."
"Ohhh, Martha," Ann wailed. "Don't say things like that! You know I've been trying to get my mind off him. God, even when we were eating each other, I imagined it was his tongue in my cunt. Why, I even thought the banana was his cock!"
"Well," Martha smiled wryly "that doesn't flatter me too much, does it? I thought I was the reason you were cumming like a firecracker!"
"Oh, you were! You were! It's just that Bob's an obsession with me. I keep seeing that big cock of his everywhere I go. You know how I've been watching him jerk off almost every day. God, you have no idea what a cock he's got."
"Uh, would you mind if I did?" Martha asked.
Ann looked at her strangely.
"I mean, would you mind if I watched him jerk off, too?"
Ann hesitated. "I don't know. It's bad enough that I'm spying on him but to bring an audience along… it just doesn't seem right. I know, that's a foolish statement considering my own actions. Maybe it's not logical, but it's the way I feel."
"Don't worry about it," Martha said. "I promise not to spy on Bob. Besides, it's more fun to be in the game than to be a spectator."
The two women kissed each other good night and went to their rooms.
Martha wiped her pussy, asscrack and thighs, then slipped down the hall to Bob's room. The boy was silting on the edge of the bed waiting for her. She pulled open her robe and stood before him naked, smiling as his thick prick rose in anticipation.
Taking his cock in her hand, Martha helped him to stand, then wrapped her arms around him and held him tight as they kissed. His cock was trapped in the warmth of her plump thighs, just below her cunt. His hands were spread on the spongy clink of her us massaging them briskly.
"Let's do something different," she suggested, blowing into his ear.
"Like what?"
"You get on your back and let me sit on you. You know, I'll ride your cock."
"Oh, yeah!" Bob grinned, stretching out on the bed. "Hop on!"
Martha eyed the young boy's towering cock. The bulbous cock-knob was swollen and dark and already dripping pre-cum. It really looked delicious, and she couldn't resist sucking it a bit before she climbed on.
Bob groaned as her full lips slid down the girth of his pulsing prick. She rubbed his balls as she sucked, and the taste of his cock thrilled her.
"B-be careful," he warned. "I might shoot off before you can sit on it."
"I wouldn't mind, knowing how fast you can got it up again," Martha said, "but right now I feel like having some hot cum pumped in my cunt, not my mouth."
She went down on his cock again, drooling hot saliva over it, then she ran a finger into the crack of his ass.
Bob jumped when she scratched at his asshole.
The hot cock-knob brushed her pouting pussylips as she squirmed until it was centered, then she dropped her ass.
"Ahhhhh-h-h-h-h!" she groaned, impaling herself on his cock until his balls were squashed by her ass.
"Ahhhhh!" Bob gasped.
"Let me do all the work," she panted, lifting up slowly.
As she rode his cock, lifting and dropping, Bob reached up and grabbed her huge, swinging tits. He played with them, rolling them against each other and pinching her nipples while her fuck pace increased. Soon, she was fucking him furiously, her tits flapping noisily against her chest until he grabbed them again to keep the noise down.
"Uhhh, gonna cum soon!" he grunted.
"Me, too," Martha groaned.
The sweaty slapping sounds of warm flesh meeting warm flesh increased their passion. Martha's asscheeks were shaking and quivering like firm jello, and just when she felt his big cock start to jerk, she dropped down and held her ass still. Then she reached back, under him, and quickly shoved a finger up his asshole.
"Gahhh-h-h-h-h!" Bob groaned, pouring a torrent of hot cum into her milking cunt. His sphincter clamped on her digging finger as he came, increasing his pleasure.
"Oh, yes!" Martha groaned, shoving her cunt down on his spurting cock.
She could feel every surge of his fat prick throbbed in her tightening pussy, and she loved it. After letting his now-limp cock soak in the beat of their mingled juices she slowly worked herself off him.
"Ohhh, shit," she muttered as his cum drooled from her gaping cunt. Most of it landed on Bob's belly. He looked up at her.
"Lunch time," he said. "Come and get it." Martha smiled, went to her knees and bent over him. He smiled as she lapped furiously at the warm jism dotting his stomach.