I saw Mommy kissing…

CHAPTER TWO

Ever since she had her first taste of cockmeat, Catherine had been a devoted cocksucker. Even before she'd had that first taste, she had been pretty sure that it was a thing she was going to enjoy, but she hadn't realized how succulent a cock was until she'd gobbled the first one. She had already fucked four or five boys by then and was very curious about cock-sucking and eager to try it.

But she had been shy at first. She had an idea that sucking cock was the sort of thing that proper young ladies did not do, until they were married, or at least engaged to be married. It seemed naughtier than straightforward fucking. So, although her mouth watered for prick, she resisted the urge to gulp one – until on one fortunate evening a randy young man had slipped his cockmeat into her mouth without any warning. It surprised her so much that she gasped and inhaled. Inhaling was much the same thing as sucking. The delighted girl kept right on at it after that first sharp intake of breath, sucking away until she had milked him dry.

She swallowed every drop of his cum.

Cum made a delicious conclusion to the meaty meal and Catherine became a confirmed cock-sucker on the spot. The hell with her reputation, she figured – cock was too tasty to turn down. After that she did plenty of cocksucking, sometimes just as a preliminary to fucking, but often as an end in itself, drinking the man's spunk hungrily. One wonderful night she even let half a dozen horny youths gang-bang her in the mouth, one right after the other, drinking her fill.

Later, calling her a cock-sucker, they kicked her out of the car on a lonely road.

Walking home, she was offered a lift by a traveling salesman.

She sucked his cock, too.

Thinking about the joy of cock-sucking and cum-drinking now, Catherine really began to steam. She remembered all the time she had done it, and she imagined her daughter sucking cock with the same style, skill and gusto.

Her cunt was like a burning ember between her smooth thighs.

She stroked her clit and pushed her middle finger in and out of her slippery fuck-hole.

She played with her husband's prick with her other hand, stroking gently. His big cock began to expand and grow hard, although he was still asleep. It excited her to give him a hard-on while he was sleeping, helpless, not even realizing it – maybe beginning a wet dream. She folded her fist around his thick cock and began to slowly pump up and down, until his massive prickshaft was standing in a rampant tower of throbbing cockmeat. She pulled the covers down so that she could see his cock while she stroked it. She decided to jerk him off while she finger-fucked herself, wondering if she could make him come without waking him up.

Then she had a better idea, horny woman that she was.

Catherine decided to suck his cock while he slumbered.

Lying on her side, supported by an elbow, Catherine gazed adoringly at Robert's huge cocklance as it stood above his loins in a throbbing tower of iron-hard cockmeat.

Catherine licked her lips.

She was wondering how to do it.

To a lesser woman, that might have seemed a strange consideration. To a woman who sucked cock strictly to please a man, or because she enjoyed it mildly and in moderation, cock-sucking was cock-sucking, plain and simple. They popped a prick in their mouth and sucked and, after a while, were rewarded with a mouthful of hot jism which they swallowed or, if they were not so inclined, spat delicately out.

These women did not realize the endless variety of approaches to cock-sucking, the countless styles and skills involved. They were limited to a single method and stuck to it, sucking each cock in the same way, each time.

But cock-hungry Catherine liked to vary her technique, and she knew all the varieties from delicious experience.

Sometimes she took Robert's cockhead into her mouth and sucked softly on it, her tongue fluttering back and forth against the underside of the fat slab of prickmeat, causing it to flare and swell and fill her mouth to the brim. It lasted a long time that way. She liked to make it last, for she truly enjoyed the cockmeat course that preceded the creamy dessert. Not touching him at all, except for the head of his prick, she gave a prolonged, leisurely blowjob.

At other times, she speeded the process up by stroking his cockshaft while sucking on the cock-knob – jerking him off into her mouth, in effect. It was not as gentle and tender that way, with her fist doing most of the work, but it got the job done in a hurry and was useful when they did not have a great deal of time, or when Catherine happened to be really starving for a load of jism.

Again, she might use only her mouth, but bob her head up and down so that, instead of sucking only on the fat cockhead, she took the whole long prick into her mouth – and even down into her gullet – deep-throating him with a steady rhythm.

Often she did not use her mouth at all, but only her hot and nimble tongue, lapping and laying the cock-knob or tonguing up the prickstalk until his creamy cum spurted out in a torrent, skimming past her cheek. Then she would gather the delicious stuff up with her questing tongue, licking his cockrod and prickknob glistening clean.

Sometimes she liked to have him jerk himself off in her mouth, or on her fat tits, which was not really a blow-job at all but had the same end result when she subsequently sucked his prick-knob and slurped the spunk from the big slab of purple cockmeat.

And the positions changed, as well.

She loved to kneel down in front of him as he stood, giving a classic kneeling blow-job just like a whore in an alley. Sometimes she did this outdoors, in the back yard, thrilled by the idea that one of the neighbors might see them. Once or twice, she had done it when they were at someone else's house, at a party, taking Robert into the bathroom and kneeling before him with the door unlocked, driven to wild joy by the thought that anyone might walk in and find her with a mouthful of prick.

She also liked to have Robert get on top of her, straddling her torso, his balls sliding over her tits as he fucked her in the mouth.

She didn't do anything when they did it that way. She just opened her mouth and let him pour the prick to her at his own pace; the fat shaft of cock fucking in and causing her to gasp and then blowing his wad in with such force that it nearly blew tier head right off his cock as it hit her throat.

How should she do it now, while he slept? She decided that a soft, gentle blow-job was in order. She wanted to make him come without waking him up.

Catherine was fantasizing wildly now.

She pretended that he was Joanne's boyfriend and that she was about to seduce the teenager. And then she pretended that she a Joanne, about to blow her own father.

These dark fantasies were causing her to pant with passion. Her pussy was overflowing. She cupped her cunt in her hand and her palm filled up with cunt juice. The hot pussy juice overflowed and ran down her thighs.

But she was determined not to reach the crest yet, to save her own orgasm to coincide with her husband's, and she did not rub her cunt. She just held her flowing cunt in her hand, as if to contain the lust within her loins.

She leaned over Robert's belly.

Not touching him yet, she blew her heated breath down onto the head of his prick. The big cockrod swapped like a palm tree in a tropical gale and the cockhead flared out in a wide wedge. Dark veins pulsed up his prickshaft and his balls expanded like balloons.

Catherine was drooling for a mouthful of cum, but she delayed, teasing herself, prolonging the feast.

She began to flick the tip of her tongue lightly over the very end of his cockhead, licking and laying. Moving lower, she licked his swollen balls lovingly, feeling the hard balls shift inside the hairy sac as her talented tongue caressed them. His balls were enormous now, filled with a lovely load of cum, and she knew that it would not take very long to milk that succulent sac of its nectar.

She tongued up his prickstall tracing along the pulsing vein, licking, from balls to cockknob. Then she did it again, switching her tongue back and forth this time, zig-zagging up his prickrod. She flutter-kissed his cock at the electric point of sensation where his thick cockshaft spread out into the fat, flaring wedge of his cockhead.

A trickle of preliminary spunk oozed from the cleft of his cockhead.

"Oooooh!" Catherine whimpered.

She drew back slightly, watching that solitary nugget of quick silvery cum run sluggishly down the slope of his prick-knob and onto his cockshaft. Then she gathered it up with her tongue. She let the tasty drop of precum slip around on her tongue for a moment, savoring the flavor and the texture, then she swallowed it down happily.

It made her ravenous for more cum.

She kissed the tip of his prick and then slowly spread her lips apart, feeding cock into her mouth.

She began to suck steadily on the burning prick-knob.

His cock expanded, filling her mouth said that the hot cockmeat pressed into both of her cheeks at the same time. As she sucked, her cheeks hollowed in. Her tongue slipped round his prick-knob, lovingly lapping as she slurped. Her lips peeled outwards, dragging and pulling.

Now she began to rub her cunt to a froth.

She was using both hands on her frenzied crotch, rubbing her rigid cm with one hand and finger-fucking up her hot fuck-hole with the other. She pushed three fingers up, turning them around inside her pussy. Her clit was like a stick of dynamite ready to explode.

Robert began to moan and whimper in his sleep.

Catherine would have loved to know what dark dreams were drifting through his mind, induced by her hot mouth.

She was ready to come.

She held back, wanting him to come with her. She knew it would not be long now. His prick was swelling alarmingly, filling her mouth with steaming cockmeat. A steady trickle of spunk poured onto her tongue, heralding the load that was on the way. She let the cum run down her throat, whetting her appetite. She began to move her head up and down a little, feeding cock into her gullet and sucking on every precious inch as the cockmeat went in and out.

"Come," she whispered, the word muffled on his prickmeat. She was speaking not to his ears but to his prick. "Come for me, darling – come in my mouth – give me all that hot, thick jism…"

Robert groaned.

His balls suddenly contracted.

The heavy flood of cum rushed up his prickrod and spurted from his cockhead, filling her mouth with delicious, slippery fuck cream. Catherine gasped with joy. She gulped his cum down to make room for more. He blew a second mighty geyser into her gullet. The hot jism overflowed her lips and poured down her chin. She sucked away merrily, drinking mouthful after mouthful of cum with voracious greed.

Her pussy melted.

Hot cunt juice flooded from her pussy and saturated her crotch. Cunt juice seeped down into the crack of her taut ass and poured down the mammoth slopes of her thighs. Her hands worked furiously, rubbing and finger-fucking as she worked off her wonderful climax, gulping down jism atone end and creaming out cunt juice at the other.

Catherine milked his balls dry.

She drained her cunt.

Then she used her tongue to gather up the stray drops of spunk that had escaped her lips and run down onto his cock and balls. She didn't waste a single drop of the yummy stuff.

Sleepy now in the glowing aftermath of her climax, Catherine curled up beside Robert, snuggling close. He was still asleep. He was smiling contentedly.

It must have been a very nice dream, she thought.