Gang bang mom

CHAPTER FIVE

Helen Baker was Brenda's best friend at the place where she worked. Helen was also a divorced mother and the two women occasionally went out together to dinner and a movie. Brenda liked Helen. The blonde was attractive and easygoing and lots of fun when she had a few drinks in her.

One afternoon Helen came to Brenda's desk to ask if she was in the mood for a drink or two after work and then dinner after that.

Brenda had been looking forward to another hot evening with Ken, but she decided maybe it was better to give the boy a rest.

"All right," she said, "I'll call my son later and tell him to fix himself some dinner tonight."

"And I'll call Vernon," Helen said with a smile. "See you later, honey."

Vernon was Helen's son. Brenda had never met the boy, but Helen talked about him a lot and obviously doted on him.

She'd faint if she knew about me and Ken, Brenda thought.

At five o'clock the two women sought each other out and left the office together.

They each drove their own car to a cocktail lounge and restaurant ten minutes down the highway.

They'd been in the place frequently, and the manager smiled at them and immediately led them to a corner booth where they'd be able to drink and have their dinner undisturbed.

Brenda was happy now she was out with Helen. She hadn't been out like this in weeks and it felt good to be socializing with someone her own age again.

Going crazy with Ken in bed was fun, but a woman needed some companionship.

They each had a Bloody Mary and then they switched to wine. It wasn't long before they were giggling madly as they told each other funny stories about the salesmen in the office.

Then after a while they calmed down and Helen said, "I've been meaning to talk to you about something. It's sort of a confession. I'd like to talk to someone about it and you're one of the nicest people I know. Do you mind?"

"Of course not," Brenda replied.

"You may change your mind once you hear it."

"Come on, Helen, I thought we're friends."

"I hope we are. Anyway, it's about Vernon. I guess I talk about him a lot, don't I?"

"Not any more than I talk about Ken."

"Maybe it's different with me. You see… well, it's like this… Vernon and I have been making it with each other."

Silence fell over the table. Brenda said nothing, just stared at Helen with wide eyes. Then she said, "You don't mean…"

"That's right, we've been fucking. It started last year. At first it was just petting and fooling around, but then we did the real thing and ever since then we haven't stopped. I know it's awful, I know you probably think I'm a degenerate slut, but I thought I should tell you about it because I need to talk to someone about it and you're the best friend I have. Do you think I'm horrible?"

"Oh, God," Brenda groaned.

"You do think I'm horrible."

"Definitely not."

"Are you sure?"

"Baby, what you've been doing with Vernon, I've been doing with Ken. Not as long, but long enough. We started a few weeks ago."

This time it was Helen whose face registered shock.

"Holy Jesus," Helen said.

"You can say that again."

"I don't know whether to laugh or faint. You and Ken? My God, Brenda, what about Charlie?"

"He still wants to marry me, but I'm not thinking about that now. Now all I'm thinking about is Ken."

"Oh, wow. We're a pair, aren't we?"

They talked about their problems through dinner. After the meal was finished, Helen suggested they go to her place. Vernon was out for the evening and they could continue drinking and talking.

Brenda was all for it. Now that she had someone to share her difficulties with, she felt much better.

She followed Helen's car in her own to Helen's house.

But it's really crazy, Brenda thought. Two mothers, two friends, both fucking their sons. Who would believe it?

She and Brenda believed it, that's who. She wondered how many thousands of other women were in the same situation. How, could you tell anything about people just by looking at them?

When they were finally inside Helen's house, the blonde brought a bottle of champagne and two glasses into the living room.

"Let's celebrate," Helen said. "It isn't every day that two women like us learn what we've learned about each other."

By the time they finished the first glass of champagne they were both on cloud nine.

They sat side by side on the sofa and Helen said she was so happy about her friendship with Brenda and she leaned over and kissed Brenda smack on her lips.

Then they kissed again and this time the kiss lasted much longer.

Long enough for Helen to push her tongue inside Brenda's mouth.

Brenda wondered what the hell was going on, but she was excited by the feel of Helen's tongue fluttering in and out between her lips.

When Helen finally pulled away, she blushed and said, "Yummy. I think I'm making a pass at you."

"That's what it seems like."

"Do you mind?"

"I think I like it."

Brenda had never made it with a woman before, but she suspected Helen had.

They stared at each other and sipped their champagne and smiled. Then Helen leaned forward again to kiss Brenda.

This time there was more than just a tongue in Brenda's mouth.

This time Helen put her hand on Brenda's tits.

Brenda was drunk. Her head felt woozy and she had trouble sitting upright. But she wasn't too drunk to know what was going on. She liked the feel of Helen's hand fondling her tits. She sucked Helen's tongue and pushed against her to let her know she enjoyed what the blonde was doing.

When they broke the kiss, Helen said, "I feel so wild."

"Me too," Brenda said.

"Two wild women."

"That's right."

Helen laughed and rose up and helped Brenda to her feet.

They embraced each other. Their mouths fused in a hot kiss again. Helen's hands roamed over Brenda's tits and ass and now for the first time Brenda touched the blonde's tits.

"Your mouth tastes so sweet," Helen said.

"Yours too."

"How big is he?" Helen asked.

"How big is who?"

"Ken, silly. How big is his cock?"

"I think seven inches, but I'm not sure."

"He must be a doll."

"Yes, he's nice."

"Vernon has a monster. I guess that's really what got me started. He's got the biggest prick I've ever seen on a man and he's only a kid. I was afraid of it at first, afraid he would hurt me, but then I found out it was heaven. God, I love your tits. Can I have a look?"

Brenda remained still as Helen unbuttoned her blouse. Her mind was filled with images of Vernon's huge cock. She wondered if Helen was exaggerating the size of her son's prick.

When Helen had Brenda's blouse unbuttoned, she reached behind the brunette to unsnap her bra and free her heavy tits.

"Oh, boy," Helen smiled, "that's what I call a pair of knockers. They make my mouth water."

The implication that Helen wouldn't mind sucking Brenda's tits made Brenda quiver with excitement.

"Yours look nice too."

"But you can't tell because I'm still dressed."

"That's right."

"It's like playing Show and Tell. We've had the Tell and now let's have the Show."

They faced each other and continued dressing. Helen's bra came off to reveal a pair of firm-looking tits with long pink nipples. She had a lovely body. When she peeled her panties off, Brenda was surprised to see that Helen had a shaved pussy.

"I've been doing it for years," Helen explained. "I like the way it feels."

No matter how it felt, it looked sensational. Brenda could see the blonde's pink cuntlips poking out of the top of her bald slit.

Helen moved closer to Brenda now and cupped her hands under the brunette's pendant tits. "You haven't done this before, have you, honey?"

"No."

"The trick is to relax."

"I don't know what to do."

"Don't worry about that, I'll do most of it. When you feel like doing something, you do it, that's all."

Brenda wasn't that ignorant about what went on between women. She'd read enough to know something about it. She had a keen desire to have Helen's mouth on her cunt. She fantasized herself stretched out on a bed with the blonde hungrily sucking the juices out of her pussy. Brenda knew she'd like that. Oh, yes, indeed, she'd like that very much.

They kissed and fondled each other, their hands running over tits and asses, and then finally Helen's fingers were running through the tangle of Brenda's cuntbush.

Brenda moved her legs slightly apart and shoved her crotch forward.

Helen chuckled and probed her fingertips up and down between Brenda's cuntlips. "You're sopping wet."

"This whole thing turns me on."

"Me too."

Helen slipped one finger inside Brenda's cunthole and gently frigged the brunette's pussy with a side-to-side motion of her whole hand.

She's an expert, Brenda thought. Helen's touch was marvelous. Brenda closed her eyes and savored the hot feeling in her cunt.

"Let's go upstairs," Helen whispered. "I'd like to suck about a quart of cream out of your cunt. Would you like that?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to suck your cunt and chew your clit until I've got you climbing the walls."

Brenda trembled with excitement. She was already climbing the walls. The blonde had her wild and crazy, hungry for Helen's fingers and tongue and whatever else she had to give.

They walked up the stairs and Brenda giggled as Helen fondled and pinched her ass.

"Lovely butt," Helen said.

Brenda slapped Helen's broad ass. "You're not so bad yourself."

When they were inside Helen's bedroom, they moved quickly to the bed. Brenda stretched out on her back and Helen hovered over her. The blonde kissed Brenda's mouth and neck and then started sucking Brenda's tits.

Brenda loved it. Helen knew exactly how to suck and nibble her tits. Brenda's nipples were soon stiff and swollen with desire.

Brenda closed her eyes and quivered with anticipation. She knew that in a few moments Helen would move down to the essentials. She would have Helen's mouth on her cunt. The blonde would lick her clit and suck the hot juices out of her cunthole.

Finally, Helen's mouth left Brenda's tits and began trailing kisses down over Brenda's belly.

The blonde nuzzled into Brenda's thick cuntbush.

Helen had a bald pussy, but she loved lots of crotch hair on other women. She loved to sniff and nibble the hair of a turned-on cunt. Brenda hadn't showered since the morning and her cuntbush had a delicious piss aroma mixed in with the smell of her cuntjuice.

Helen groaned with pleasure as she sucked Brenda's thick cuntlips. She teased the brunette by remaining away from her clit.

Brenda's passion-button was stiff and swollen and stuck out at the top of her slit like a little finger.

Helen loved cock, but next to cock what she liked best was sucking on a stiff clit and making the woman who owned it squirm and wriggle and cry out and gush a flood of hot cunt-cream out of her cunthole.

Brenda was dying for just that. She wanted Helen's hot mouth on her clit, but the way Helen teased and sucked all the cuntflesh around it was so good Brenda did not want to stop her.

She's making me crazy, Brenda thought.

And now Helen suddenly pulled her mouth away and a moment later Brenda felt something soft and wonderful rubbing up and down in the trench of her cunt.

Brenda looked down and moaned with excitement as she discovered Helen with one of her tits in her hand and her long pink nipple rubbing over her cuntflesh.

Helen's nipple touched Brenda's stiff clit and Brenda gasped.

"I think you like that," Helen teased.

"I love it!"

"Would you like me to suck your clit?"

"Oh, God, yes! Do it! Suck my clit and make me come!"

Helen chuckled, dropping her tit and swooping down to gobble Brenda's reeking cunt.

There was a sudden sound at the door of the bedroom and the two women looked and Brenda cried out.

Helen's son was standing there in the doorway.

He looked at his mother and then he looked at Brenda and then he smiled.

He rubbed his hand over the bulge in his crotch and said, "Hello, Mom."