Two naughty mothers

CHAPTER TWO

Susan was troubled the next day.

There was no doubt in her mind that she had enjoyed having her cunt sucked by Karen. What troubled her was the fact that she had known Karen for years and not once suspected her to be that kind of woman. That kind of woman, she thought. What kind was that? And hadn't Susan allowed it? Didn't that make her the same as Karen?

She prepared breakfast for her son and sat with her coffee, watching him eat. He was certainly a healthy young boy, but she wished he would slow down eating. He almost gulped his food down, begrudging the time spent on eating when he could be outside horsing around. She searched his face for a sign of approaching beard, but there was none.

She remembered what Karen had said the day before, how she had been considering her own son as a sex partner. Susan looked at Robert, trying to picture him in bed with her. She tried to visualize her son naked beside her, his cock very hard, the head swollen with little beads of moisture collecting at the piss hole. She tried to imagine what his balls would look like, if they would be hairy or hairless. She knew his thighs were still as smooth as a baby's, and his cheeks were the same. Still, she thought, he was old enough to have hair at the base of his cock, certainly.

Susan felt her pussy tingle as she thought of those things. Sitting in her chair, she pressed her thighs together and felt the response in her cunt. The sensation was strong enough to make her moan softly.

"Anything wrong, Mom?" Robert asked, not looking up from his plate.

"No, baby," she said in a soft voice. There was a slight flush on her face, a flush of embarrassment.

Later, while Robert was out, Susan showered and after drying her body, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was quite good looking. Her blonde hair was just past her shoulders, and she had clear, light-blue eyes that sparkled. Her lips were full and moist, sensual. She didn't look tote in her early thirties; many people had told her that her flesh was creamy smooth, without a blemish.

She gazed at her tits. They were nice tits, she thought. Shapely, round, firm. They were springy to the touch, and her pink nipples were quite rubbery. Her stomach was still as flat as any teenage girl. Her hips, though slim, rounded out deliciously, flowing in perfect grace to long, slender thighs and curvy legs.

Susan's eyes fixed on the triangle of blonde curls covering her cunt. She ran her hands through the hairs and parted them. The lips of her cunt were puffy. Gently she parted the moist lips of her pussy and peered for a long time at the glistening, tip of her clitoris. She thought she could see it throb, but it was only her imagination.

As she turned from the mirror to dress, she glanced over her shoulder and saw her ass. She paused to examine it. There was nothing at all wrong with her ass, she noted. It was round and firm, very shapely. The cheeks swelled out and flexed when she walked, drawing the eye.

With disgust, she left the mirror and began dressing. Since it was going to be another warm day, she found a sunsuit to wear. It was bright yellow, with two thin straps over her shoulders, the bodice low enough to reveal the creamy separation of her thrusting tits. The pant legs were wide, and for a moment she considered not wearing it. It was about five years old anyway. Then she shrugged her shoulders, deciding it didn't matter. She wasn't leaving the house.

Susan spent the morning cleaning house, but there was not much to do. Robert was neat and always picked up after himself. With just the two of them living there, the house never became very messy.

At noon Robert asked to visit a friend down the block, and Susan consented. He had been out of the house perhaps fifteen minutes when Karen dropped by.

Susan was glad Karen made no reference to what happened the evening before. She was nervous around Karen now. But Karen was bubbly and gay, chattering away. Susan's mind wandered, and she found herself remembering the night before. She was acutely aware that heir cunt was boiling, that it was moist.

"You aren't yourself today, Susan," she heard Karen say. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me," Susan replied, but her voice was shaking.

"You're as nervous as hell, baby," Karen said, slipping close to Susan. "Come on, is it because of last night? I thought you had fun."

Susan shivered when she felt Karen's hand run along her bare arm. The hand felt hot to her, but she was sure it was only her vivid imagination.

When Susan remained silent, Karen went on. "You remember what I said last night, honey? About Tom?" she laughed huskily. "I think he's more than interested. I think he's interested in a bit of fucking with his mother."

Susan trembled. It reminded her of what she thought concerning her own son that morning. "How… how do you know that?" she stammered, her face bright.

"Oh, I played a little game with him last night," Karen laughed throatily. "I gave him a peek into the future, you might say."

Suddenly Susan was pulled into Karen's arms. She gasped as her tits flattened against those of Karen's, and she gasped again when those moist, hot lips closed against hers. She trembled, but did not resist, when she tasted the wet tip of Karen's tongue penetrating her lips. When that eager tongue darted past her teeth, Susan moaned and sagged against Karen, her hands on the woman's hips to brace herself.

She felt Karen's hands move up and down her back as her tongue snaked in and out, stabbing wantonly. Susan tried to resist, but felt herself overwhelmed by the sensuality of the woman. She groaned when Karen's hands ran over her asscheeks, pausing long enough to cup them for a brief squeeze, then they went down the backs of her thighs, caressing, fondling, arousing. Susan's body trembled again, and she began to writhe her hips against Karen's.

"Ohhh, baby," Karen crooned as she pulled her lips away. "You're a hot one all right."

"Don't, Karen," Susan whimpered. "Please, I don't want that to happen again."

"I think you do," Karen replied, cupping Susan's ass in one hand, bringing her other up to close around a firm, springy tit. "I think you want it to happen again and again. God, baby, you were like a fucking firecracker last night! You need it as badly as I do, and don't try to deny it."

Susan felt Karen's hand work up inside one of the wide legs of her shorts, the fingers moving along the curve of her ass. Although she could say it out loud that she did not want this, she knew damned good and well she did. Susan pressed her hips against Karen's and began to grind slowly, moaning softly, her eyes closed.

"See what I mean?" Karen whispered thickly as she curled her fingers about an asscheek. "You've got a hot little ass on you, Susan. And I mean hot!"

"Ooohh," Susan whimpered, her own hands now clutching the shorts-clad ass of Karen, her fingers digging into the tight flesh. "Oh, God! I don't know any more! I don't know anything… any more!"

Karen drew back and lowered the thin top of Susan's sunsuit. Susan knew her tits were exposed, and was certain of it when she felt Karen's wet, hot mouth kissing near one nipple.

"You have beautiful tits, baby," Karen murmured, her tongue licking lightly at the rubbery tip. "You're skin is so creamy, so smooth. God, I could lick you all over!"

Karen wore a thin, tight halter that concealed her tits, but just barely. Before Susan realized what she was doing, she had untied Karen's halter and let it drop to the floor. As she did this, she felt her sunsuit slither down her body to the floor, and she stood there wearing only a pair of bikini panties.

She was fondling Karen's naked tits of her own free will now, cupping them, molding them, gazing hotly at them. Karen's nipples were brown, with large circles around them. Her nipples were succulent and hard. Susan's pussy was boiling as her desire grew strongly.

And then the front door slammed.

"Oh, God!" Susan yelped, pulling away from Karen quickly.

But it was too late.

Tom stood looking at them, his eyes huge. Susan covered her naked tits with an arm, the hand of her other arm over her pantied pussy. She stood with legs tight together, staring at the boy.

Karen turned and saw her son, and laughed in her throaty way. Deliberately, she cupped her naked tits and ran her thumbs over the sensitive nipples, not at all ashamed that her son was looking at her.

"Join the party, Tom," she said in a low voice, her dark eyes gleaming.

"Oh, God, Karen!" Susan blurted, bending to get her sunsuit and holding it before her. "How… Oh!" And she ran from the room.

Susan stayed in her bedroom, very embarrassed. She could hear Karen talking to her son, but the words weren't clear. Now and then there was a mumbled reply from Tom. Getting into her sunsuit again, she peeked into the hallway. Then she walked back to the living room. She stopped in the doorway, her eyes wide.

Karen was sitting on the couch with her son, and she had taken his cock out of his cut-off jeans. Susan saw Karen was stroking her son's prick, and that Tom was entering into this with enthusiasm. He was playing with his mother's naked tits, his mouth open and his tongue licking at his lips. His cock was very hard in Karen's hand, Susan saw. Despite her first reaction of shamed anger, Susan felt herself becoming intensely aroused. She could not take her eyes from Tom's young prick, or the way Karen was stroking her fist up and down the throbbing shaft.

Although Susan stood in the doorway, neither Karen nor Tom saw her, or if they did, they paid no attention to her.

"Your cock is so hard, darling," she heard Karen tell her son. "God, is it ever hard! And such a pretty one, too. I bet you can do all sorts of things with this lovely, hard cock."

Karen began opening her son's shorts; then she pulled them off so her son sat naked on the couch. Susan's eyes strained at the sight of his prick and balls. Her cunt throbbed in a delicious manner, and she swallowed hard as she gazed at the horny couple.

While Karen once again began to fondle and pump on her son's prick, Susan noticed that Tom was trying to get one hand inside his mother's shorts, trying to get at her cunt.

Karen gurgled and said: "Just a minute, darling. Let me take them off."

Karen stood up and wiggled out of her tight shorts, her back toward Susan. Susan saw Karen's curvy ass revealed, the whiteness of her asscheeks contrasting against the tan of her thighs. Then Karen sat down again next to her son. She took his throbbing cock in her hand again.

"Now you can play with my pussy," she said in a husky voice.

Karen spread her thighs wide, and Tom began to feel about his mother's cunt. Susan could hardly breath as she watched. She was so excited she could hardly stand.

"Oh, baby," Karen gurgled as her son slipped a finger up and down her hairy twat. "Feel me up! God, it's good, your hand on my cunt this way! Mmmmmm, and your cock is really anxious! I can feel it pound in my fist!"

"You're really wet, Mom," Tom said. "You're really wet!"

"Of course I am, darling," Karen laughed. "That's because I'm hot, hot as hell!"

"Like last night?" Susan heard Tom say.

"That's right, Tom. Like last night."

"That was fun, Mom," Tom said.

Karen laughed again and pulled his head down to her tits. "Suck them, Tom. Suck my tits! I love it when my tits are sucked on."

Susan watched, horrified, yet excited by what she saw. There was no doubt that her cunt was twitching. When Tom closed his lips around one brown nipple, Susan almost came.

Karen held the back of her son's head as he began to suck vigorously on her nipple, his hand moving up and down between her thighs. Karen gripped her son's cock tightly, pumping furiously, now. She made soft, animal-like sounds in her throat, writhing her naked ass on the cushions of the couch.

Tom pulled his face away from her tit, looking up into his mother's shining face. "Are you gonna jack me off like last night, Mom?" he asked.

So that was what Karen had meant about giving her son a peek into the future, Susan thought. She had jacked her son's cock off.

"I've got a better idea," Susan heard Karen say. "I know where it would feel better."

"Do you mean it, Mom?" Tom asked, excitement filling his voice. "Are you gonna let me…"

Karen laughed sexily. "That's right, Tom. I'm going to let you fuck me."

"Oh, wow!" Tom yelped with excitement. "Come on, Mom! We better go home fast."

"What's wrong with right here?"

"But… Susan, or Robert."

"Don't worry about it," Karen said, and laughed again, taking his balls in her hand and twisting them lightly.

Susan watched in fascination as Karen pressed her son onto the couch, his cock standing straight up in the air. She held her breath when Karen straddled him, and then settled her crotch upon his waving cock. Their position was perfect for Susan to see it all, and she saw Tom's cock enter his mother's hair-lined cunt with ease.

"Ooohhhh, nice!" Karen gurgled as she lowered her ass. "Ohhh, baby, that's one hard cock you have! Oh, I'm going to fuck the piss out of you, Tom! I'm going to fuck that hard cock of yours with my hot, wet cunt until you can't walk! Ohhhh, what a cock!"

Susan listened, watching, her pussy bubbling hotter with each passing second. She saw the way Karen's round, creamy ass spread, caught a glimpse of Karen's tight asshole, then Karen spread her long legs out on each side of her son's, her tits dropping to his chest. Oddly enough, Susan saw that Tom's face was just above his mother's tits. She hadn't realized he was that much shorter than his mother.

She watched as Karen's ass began to move, writhing from side to side, then pumping up and down. Susan could see the way Tom's cock penetrated his mother's hairy, slippery snatch, watch the pink lips cling to the sides of his prick. She could see Tom's balls draw up in reflex as he slid his hands over his mother's bouncing hips and asscheeks, groaning with pleasure.

"Oooo, Mom, Mom!" Tom moaned. "Oh, it's so hot! You feel so hot and wet!"

"You're damn right I'm hot and wet, Tom!" Karen replied, her hips bouncing furiously now, her cunt sliding up and down her son's pricks. "I'm hot for your cock, baby! My pussy is hot for that hard prick! I'm going to give you the best fuck you'll ever get!"

Susan gazed hotly at the way Karen's naked ass pumped up and down, the cheeks flexing. She watched the dark hairs cling to Tom's prick. It was the most exciting thing she had ever seen, and she stood there, firmly rooted to the floor, unable to turn her head away. She was breathing hard and fast, and she felt as if she would come just by watching. Her pussy was quivering insanely, and the insides of her thighs were moist. Her hips swayed gently, and she was gripping one of her tits as she watched. It was fascinating to her, intensely exciting.

Karen slowed her hip movements, then stopped. She sat up on her son, her cunt still around his cock.

"Don't stop now, Mom!" Tom protested. "Don't stop now!"

Karen laughed. "I'm not going to stop, baby," she said. "I'm just getting started."

She sat on him, her ass spreading. Susan saw Karen manipulate her own nipples, the expression on her face twisted in ecstasy. Susan gazed with unfocused eyes at Karen sitting on her son. Although her vision was blurry, she saw in detail the way Tom's young balls seemed to writhe, the base of his cock being gripped by his mother's wet cunt.

Then Karen began to bounce her ass again, bracing herself with her hands on each side of her son, her naked tits jiggling. Susan watched Karen's ass rise and fall slowly at first, then the movement increased in speed. Karen was mewling loudly, her head thrown back and eyes closed as she bounced up and down on Tom's cock. Tom was grunting, his fingers digging into his mother's thighs up close to her hips. His lips were clenched tightly.

"Ohhh, baby, baby!" Karen whimpered in a tight voice. "I'm going to come, baby! Oh, God… I'm going to come!"

Her ass began to grind in a frenzy against her son's deeply buried prick, and then she yelled. The sound came out in painful ecstasy, her naked body shuddering. Susan saw Tom arch his cock upward, and then his balls drew tight against the base. Susan saw his balls flex tightly.

"Mom, I'm coming!" Tom shouted. "I'm coming, Mom!"

"Oh yes! You're coming, baby!" Karen replied in a voice that sounded strangled. "I feel you coming! I feel your cock… coming! You're coming in Mother's cunt… come in my pussy! Oooo… oh, baby, baby! Come in me! Flood my hot fucking cunt! Spurt it into my wet pussy!"

As suddenly as they had come, both mother and son slurped with exhaustion.

Susan watched Karen sprawl atop her son, her ass twitching in the glow of ecstasy. Then she watched as Karen slowly got to her feet. Tom's cock glistened wetly.

Then Karen turned and saw Susan standing in the doorway.

"Beautiful!" Karen said, going toward Susan. "That was absolutely beautiful, Susan. I told you I was going to fuck my son, and I did. God, was it good!"

Susan was frozen there. She couldn't even move when Karen touched her arm. All she could do was stand there, staring at Tom's cock and balls.

Karen noticed this. She laughed in her low way. "Isn't that a beautiful cock, Susan? Doesn't it make your pussy twitch?"

Finally Susan found her voice. She turned and stared at Karen. "How could you?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "How could you do that with… with your own son?"

"Damned easy," Karen said. "It was the easiest thing ever. I told you I thought he was interested, didn't I?"

"But… he's your son, Karen!"

"And that makes it all the more exciting, dummy," Karen said. "Don't tell me you didn't get all nice and wet watching. Come on, Susan!"

Tom pulled his cut-offs on, and he didn't look at Susan as he slipped past them, leaving through the front door.