Two naughty mothers

CHAPTER ONE

Susan Holcomb leaned back on the redwood lounge chair, enjoying the way the sun burned down on her bare thighs. On the small table next to her was a frosted bottle of imported beer. She was not much of a drinker, but on days as hot as this, she enjoyed a beer.

On the soft grass was her son, Robert. He was wrestling with his friend from next door. Robert was not yet in high school. He would be starting this coming fall. His friend, Tom, had just completed his first year in high school. Susan thought it strange that they should be such good friends. Although there was only a year difference in their ages, the social structure of teenagers usually prevented one from associating with someone in a lower class.

Susan shifted her position on the lounge chair, and her skirt slipped higher on her long, creamy thighs. She watched the boys with half-closed eyes, feeling dreamy and lazy. The sun was at its peak, and the afternoon was going to be even hotter. She could feel sweat at her armpits and between her thighs. Unknowingly, she spread her feet farther apart. Closing her eyes to the rays of the sun, she let her mind drift. She began thinking about sex, something she thought about a lot.

Susan was an extremely sensual woman. She enjoyed and loved sex for sex's sake. It was something she could easily separate from love.

Although she had remained faithful to her husband until the divorce, it had not prevented her from imagining all sorts of erotic situations, with herself the center of attention.

Even now she could feel her tits swelling inside her thin blouse, her nipples tingling with sensation. There was a throb of anticipation between her thighs, inside her cunt. Her pussy twitched and quivered, the hairy lips puffing up. Her clit burned with the need to be touched, and she considered going into the house and fingering her cunt to an orgasm.

She did not notice when Karen Mason entered the yard.

Karen was Tom's mother, a year older than Susan's thirty-two. Karen was an extremely beautiful woman, tall and slender, with deliciously shaped curves. Karen's tits arched and swelled out in perfection, and her ass was a delight to look upon. It was tight and curvy, and flexed when she walked. Karen was as sensual as Susan, if not more so. She knew she was attractive, and dressed to show off her inviting body. She wore a halter over her tits, and the nipples were outlined clearly. She also wore a pair of very brief shorts, with slits up each side almost to her waist.

"My, my," Karen said quietly.

Susan opened her eyes. "Oh, hello, Karen."

"You want to know something, Susan?" Karen said, sitting in a padded chair. "You're giving those boys of ours quite a nice show."

"What do you mean?" Susan said, sipping at her beer, which had become warm.

Karen pointed a finger. Robert and Tom were sitting on the grass facing the women, their eyes wide and hot looking.

"I still don't understand," Susan said.

"Look at your skirt, honey."

Susan looked, and saw that her skirt had come almost to her hips. "Oh, God!" she cried, quickly closing her thighs and smoothing her skirt down.

"It's too late, baby," Karen laughed softly.

"They were sitting there staring at your panties. I saw it when I came through the gate. Did you know there's hair sticking out at the crotch?"

Susan's face flushed. She sat up quickly, placing her feet firmly on the patio.

Karen laughed again. "They sure got themselves an eyeful, Susan. Me too, for that matter."

"Stop it, Karen," Susan said, but she wasn't angry.

"I'm sure those two boys of ours have delicious hard-ons about now."

"Oh, Karen!" Susan sighed. "Must you always talk like that?"

"Why not?" Karen replied. "A hard-on is a hard-on, you know. I simply love a cock when it gets up so hard, don't you?"

Susan blushed again, and she knew it would only encourage Karen. Still, despite her shyness, she found it very enjoyable to listen to Karen. It excited her in a way that she didn't fully understand. She looked at Karen. The woman was sitting in the chair, her knees apart. Susan swallowed when she noticed the dark curls of cunt hair along the crotch band of the tight, very brief shorts. Then it dawned on her that the shorts were white, thin, and the shadow of Karen's pussy hair was plainly visible through them.

"I just bought them," Karen said, realizing what Susan was thinking. "Do you like them?"

"They show everything, Karen," Susan said in a low voice. "I could never wear anything like that. I'd die with embarrassment."

"Not me," Karen laughed. "I've got to attract a man somehow. If I don't get fucked pretty soon, I'll go out of my mind."

"You attract every man around here," Susan said.

"I know, and every one of them with some little wife lurking about, keeping her eye on her man." She made a face. "No, baby, I don't want any of these married guys. That's trouble."

"Then look someplace else," Susan suggested.

"I have."

"Oh?" Susan looked at her friend. "Have you settled on any particular man?"

"I sure have," Karen laughed, her tone throaty and suggestive.

Excitement bubbled up in Susan. "Who is it? Do I know him? Come on, Karen, tell me!"

Karen pointed a finger. Susan gasped. "You're joking!"

"Why would I joke about that?"

Susan glanced at her son, who was still sitting on the grass. He was whispering to Tom.

Looking back at Karen, she couldn't tell by her expression if she was fooling around or not. "You can't be serious. Why, Robert isn't even old enough to know about that. Come on, Karen!"

"He's old enough," Karen said. "You just haven't been paying attention."

"But Karen," Susan said, "that would be like fucking your own son. You've known Robert and me for five years. Shame on you."

"What's so shameful about it?" Karen replied, taking one of Susan's cigarettes. "I've considered Tom, too. I mean, look at that kid. He's getting pretty big, and you can bet he's got a nice cock on him."

"You're horrible!"

"Not at all, baby," Karen said, blowing smoke. "Why go hunting when I can have it tight in my own house?"

"You wouldn't," Susan whispered.

"I've certainly thought about it," Karen said, looking at her son. "I saw him just the other day in the shower, and his cock sure looked good to inc. No, I'm not kidding at all… I don't think."

Susan made no reply. She lit a cigarette, noticing her fingers were shaking. Surely Karen wouldn't fuck her own son. But she might fuck Robert. Susan drew a mental picture of her son, his cock very hard, stabbing it into Karen's dark haired cunt. She was surprised at the sudden boiling sensation between her thighs.

She quickly changed the subject. Karen was gazing at her with her dark eyes, eyes that held a strange expression in them. They looked hot, excited, and… Susan wasn't sure. She stood there, holding the unopened bottle of beer, gazing back with her own blue eyes. She felt a shiver ripple through her body, a shiver of anticipation, of desire.

She watched Karen's face come closer, and she felt frozen to the floor. Her legs started to tremble and she felt weak.

Then Karen had her moist, warm lips against hers. Susan whimpered as the woman kissed her, and her eyes closed. She felt Karen's hands caressing up and down her bare arms, and then she fell Karen's arching, pointed tits pressing against her own.

Karen drew back. "Oh, baby, baby!" she murmured softly, looking directly into Susan's eyes. "I've never done anything like this in my life, but somehow I…" And again she closed her lips against Susan's mouth.

Susan felt the tip of Karen's tongue move about her lips, and she moaned when she found her lips parting to accept the moist tongue. As Karen thrust herb tongue into Susan's mouth, Susan found herself sucking at it. Then she felt Karen's arms go about her and draw her tightly, her tits flattened against Karen's tits. She felt the hot hands of the woman move down her back, then they were clutching at her swelling ass. Karen was grinding her hips against Susan's, and shivers raced up and down her body.

When Karen pulled her tongue free of Susan's wet mouth, Susan looked again into those dark, excited eyes. "Oh, Karen, we shouldn't be… we better stop."

But Karen's fingers were digging into Susan's firm, springy asscheeks, and Susan thought she would fall because her legs had become rubbery. She felt her skirt being inched up, then those inquisitive hands were on her panties, the smooth backs of her thighs, and again Karen was cupping the cheeks of Karen's ass tightly.

"Baby, baby," Karen whimpered, her hands fondling Susan's ass. "I don't know what it is, but you turned me on this afternoon. I saw your legs spread so wide, the way the boys were staring at your crotch. Oohhh, it made me so damned hot!"

"I've never done anything like this before either," Susan said in a shaking voice. "I've never even touched another girl."

"Then we both have a new experience, don't we?" Karen said, bringing one hand up to caress one of Susan's swelling, round tits. "I've thought how it would be, what it would be like."

[missing text] into Karen's dark-haired cunt. She was surprised at the sudden boiling sensation between her thighs.

She quickly changed the subject. Karen spent an hour or so with her, then left, taking Tom with her. The rest of the afternoon Susan watched her son. She was seeing him in a new way now. She found herself glancing at the front of his cut-off jeans. She didn't see anything there. Maybe his cock was still small, she thought. She was haunted all afternoon by the image of Karen fucking her son. The things Karen had said earlier burned in her mind until she was almost beside herself with horniness.

After dinner, she settled in the family room with the television on, but she was not really watching it. Her mind continued to dwell upon the things Karen had said. She heard the phone ring, then Robert's voice as he talked.

"Mom," he said after hanging up. "I'm gonna go over to Tom's house for a while. He's got this new…"

"Go ahead," she said absently.

He had been gone perhaps fifteen minutes when the front door opened. Susan thought it was Robert returning, but it was Karen.

"Oh! What brings you over this time of evening?" Susan said. "Want a beer or something?"

"No," Karen said, sitting on the couch and stretching her legs out. She still had on her halter and shorts. "I just thought I'd come over while the boys are messing around with some new game Tom bought."

Susan saw the curls of dark hair around the crotch of Karen's tight shorts again. She wished she had the nerve to wear something like that.

"I thought you'd be seducing your son by this time," Susan teased, wondering how she had the gall to say such a thing.

"I certainly thought about it," Karen said seriously. "I've been looking at that kid's pants all afternoon. You know, I bet he has a cock on him that would match any man's."

Susan started to reply, but closed her mouth. Then she said: "At least Tom would have a bigger cock than Robert."

"I'm not so sure about that."

Susan suddenly became nervous. She had brought this up, and it wasn't like her. She got to her feet and went to the kitchen. She reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a beer, although she didn't want it. She had to do something to settle her nerves. When she straightened up, she found Karen close to her.

Susan placed her beer on the counter near the sink, leaning back weakly. She allowed Karen to lift her skirt and feel about her thighs because she knew of no way to stop it. She felt Karen's fingers tracing about the crotch of her panties, then between her thighs to move up and down the suddenly wet slit of her cunt. When Karen's finger increased the pressure against her stiff clit, Susan mewled with pleasure.

"Oh, you're wet, honey!" Karen laughed huskily. "So am I. Feel."

She did not wait for Susan to feel her pussy. She took Susan's wrist and brought her hand up between her creamy smooth thighs and cupped Susan's fingers about her cunt.

"Ooooo, nice!" Karen gurgled as she twisted her ass to press her pussy against Susan's palm. "Ohhhh, I like it! Feel me, baby! Feel my cunt!"

To her surprise, Susan found she was moving her hand and fingers against the crotch of those tight shorts, feeling Karen's cunt. She moaned with growing pleasure when Karen began to feel her up again. When Karen slipped a finger inside her panties and began to thrust the finger in and out of Susan's cunt, Susan thought she would faint with the sensation.

Karen dropped to her knees before Susan.

She held Susan's skirt at her waist, gazing steadily at the tight, bikini panties. When Karen began to strip her panties down, Susan found she was giving all the help she could. Then she was standing there, leaning against the counter, her hips arched out, her cunt fully exposed to Karen's hot eyes. She spread her legs, and looked down as Karen ran her fingers through the golden curls of her pussy.

"My God, baby!" Karen hissed hotly. "You've got a beautiful cunt! I had no idea a pussy could be so damned pretty! I rove that blonde hair on your twat, Susan. And I love the way it's so puffy! Ooooo, look at that delicious little clit! It's so wet!"

Karen suddenly moved her face close and began to kiss hotly at Susan's thighs, running her tongue up and down the smooth, tanned flesh. Susan trembled. She was holding her skirt up herself, arching her hips forward, watching with unfocused eyes as Karen licked and kissed all over her thighs. Her cunt was in turmoil of anticipation, and she writhed her hips.

Karen placed her hands on Susan's hips, gazing at the blonde-haired cunt hotly, her face inches from it flow. Then she shoved her face forward, and planted her lips directly upon Susan's snatch. She kissed it moistly, then with a low gurgle, began to lick at the sensitive clit with her hot, wet tongue.

"Ooooo, Karen!" Susan moaned, twisting her hips excitedly. "Ohhhh!"

Karen drew back, looking at Susan's pleasure-twisted face. "Do you like it, honey?" she whispered in a thick voice. "Does it feel good to you?"

"Oh yes!" Susan mewled, placing her hand on Karen's head. "Oh, it's been so long! So very long!"

"Mmmmm," Karen murmured, and kissed Susan's wet, puffy cunt again. "It's delicious! I had no idea…" She thrust her tongue into Susan's cunt, lapping at it, her mouth wide open, lips pressed against the puffy cuntlips, the curling blonde hairs on each side of her mouth. She stabbed her tongue back and forth, then licked vigorously at the steaming clit again, making Susan shudder with ecstasy.

"Ohhh, Karen, Karen!" Susan whimpered, grinding her pussy hard against the thrusting tongue. "I love it! Oh, God… it's so good! Do it more… harder… faster!"

Karen's tongue licked furiously in and out, tasting the flowing juices. The feel of Susan's puffy, wet pussy gripping her buried tongue sent chills of delight up and down her spine. She felt her own cunt boiling away, and it quivered as if she would come at any time. She swayed her tightly clad ass as she lapped Susan's twat, her hands around her hips and clutching that smooth, swelling ass tightly, her fingers almost between the cheeks. She pressed her mouth tightly against Susan's dripping, steaming cunt and sucked hard, her mind reeling with the exquisite ecstasy. She made soft whimpering sounds as she licked the woman's snatch.

Susan clung to Karen's head, holding her friend's face between her hot, smooth thighs, grinding her cunt harshly at those sucking lips. She cooed loudly, her body shaking violently as she approached orgasm.

Suddenly she yelped. "Oh! Oh… ohhh!" And she began to come strongly. Her pussy clenched about the stabbing tongue, flexing around it. She shot her hips forward and ground them brutally against Karen's face.

Then she could no longer stand. She slumped, her knees bending. She was vaguely aware that Karen had drawn her face back, and then she was sitting on the tile of the kitchen floor, her naked ass cooling. She sat with her knees up, wide apart, her throbbing cunt exposed. She slumped her blonde head to one side, breathing heavily, almost gasping for air.

Karen sat back, her eyes gazing brightly at the loveliness of Susan, her hairy twat revealed, the creamy thighs showing, the blonde pussy hair beaded with drops of juice. It was one of the most exciting sights she had ever seen, and it made her own pussy throb with need. She ran her hand between her thighs and began to rub furiously, staring hotly at Susan's twat.

"Ohhhhh," she groaned loudly, her body suddenly shaking as she came. "Oh, God! Oh, God… I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Susan, with blurred vision, watched her friend rub her convulsing cunt. Her own breathing had almost returned to normal, but now it increased once more as she watched. She had never seen anyone, man or woman, masturbate, and she found it thrilling. Once more her pussy began to pulsate in a burning way, and she ran her hand down to fondle it.

But as Karen finished coming, Susan pulled her hand off her pussy and shoved her skirt between her thighs. A flush came over her face, and she couldn't look Karen in the eye.

Karen reached out and gently stroked the side of Susan's face. "Don't worry about it, Susan," she said softly. "Don't worry about it."

Susan watched Karen stand up, and watched her as she left, her eyes seeing the tight roundness of that lovely, swelling ass. Then she began to cry.