Two naughty mothers

CHAPTER THREE.

Karen spent two hours talking to Susan.

Susan, although excited by seeing Karen fuck her son so enthusiastically, still felt shame. She shook her head vigorously every time Karen asked her a question about becoming aroused, denying it, but it was so shallow a gesture Karen could see through the lie.

Susan sat on the couch, the same couch that Karen had fucked Tom on. Karen sat next to her, still naked, not bothering to slip into her shorts and halter. She spoke in a low, aggressive voice to Susan, urging her to consider their sons as sex partners.

"You aren't the kind of woman who would climb into bed with just any man who happened to have a hard-on, and neither am I, Susan," Karen told her. "But on the other hand we're a couple of hot-assed women who want fucking on a regular basis."

"I won't!" Susan said loudly. "I won't do it, Karen."

"Then don't do it," Karen said in exasperation. "Be stubborn about it. Go through the rest of your life playing with yourself. But that isn't what I'm going to do. You just saw what I plan on doing. Now that I know without a doubt that my son is eager to fuck me, that's what I'm going to keep right on doing – fucking him."

Susan leaned over, her face in her hands.

"And something else, Susan," Karen said, putting her arm around Susan's shoulders. "I'm taking a good look at Robert."

Susan sat upright. She turned and stared at Karen. "Robert oh, no!"

"I have a strong hunch that boy is just as eager to get a little pussy as my son was," Karen said. "I've seen him look at you, and me too, for that matter. I believe Tom and Robert are thinking the same things. I know they do a lot of talking about girls, about fucking. I've listened in on some of the things they talk about, and let me tell you, your own son is just as horny as mine."

"Karen, you won't!" Susan gasped, her eyes wide. "Robert isn't old enough for that."

"He's old enough, Susan," Karen went on, pulling Susan against her. "Listen, doll I've broken the ice for us. I can have all the cock I want now with my son. You can fuck him, too, and I'd love that. But you've got to go along with it or it won't be any good."

"But they're so young," Susan protested.

"Youth has nothing to do with it." Karen argued. "Besides, they'll be good for us. Where else could a couple of hot-assed girls like us get all the fucking we want with a couple of horny teenagers?"

"It's incest, Karen."

"So what?" Karen continued. "Who would ever know except the four of us? We wouldn't have to keep on using our fingers every night. We could have a ball, Susan!"

At the end of the two hours, Susan was worn down. What Karen said made a great deal of sense to her. She had been on the verge of going out, finding herself some man. But that could lead to problems, she felt.

"But I won't do it with Robert," she insisted. "I refuse to let my son fuck me, Karen."

Karen laughed. "But Tom?"

Susan's face flushed as she nodded slightly, taking a deep breath. "I'll think about that."

Karen hugged her tightly, kissing her lips. "You'll see, honey," she said. "You'll see how much fun we can have."

"But not with Robert," Susan insisted.

Karen made no reply. She stood up and began to get into her shorts and halter. Susan sat on the couch, watching, troubled. After she was dressed, Karen leaned over and held Susan's face up, her fingertip at Susan's chin. She looked into Susan's clouded eyes. Then she kissed her again.

"I'll come over in an hour or so, with Tom," she said.

Susan watched her friend leave, noticing Karen's ass seemed to sway in a more pronounced manner. Alone in the house, Susan wondered what had made her agree to such an insane idea. She tried to analyze her feelings, and the vision of Karen fucking her son came to her again. She could not deny the excitement she had felt at the time. She remembered how hard Tom's cock had been, how beautiful it had looked sliding into Karen's hairy cunt. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his cock inside her cunt and she felt a burning twitch of eagerness between her thighs.

What was it Karen had said just before she left? That she would be back in about an hour… with her son. Susan shivered. She had watched Tom grow these past five years, saw him as just another growing boy. But now she realized he was not a little boy any longer. Young, of course, but that cock of his was something else.

Then the thought came to her: Robert.

He would be returning home sometime soon. She became frightened, and started to reach for the phone to call Karen, to tell her she couldn't bring her son over. But she pulled her hand back from the telephone. She thought, fleetingly, of some way to keep her own son out of the house, at least for a few hours.

Did that mean she was going to do this crazy thing? Susan didn't know; she was confused. If she wanted to keep Robert away from home, that meant she was willing to do this thing with Karen and her son, didn't it?

Susan shivered, hugging herself tightly. She leaned back on the couch, her eyes closed, her mind in a turmoil. How had she gotten involved? she wondered. Why had she allowed Karen to talk her into this? But had she? No, she had only said she would think about it. And she was thinking about it… and getting hotter by the fucking minute!

She was startled by the sound of the front door opening. She looked up to see her son coming in. Instantly Susan began trying to think of some way to send him away for a while. But Robert solved her problem.

"Mom, I'm gonna go down to the school gym for a while," he said. "Shoot a few baskets. What time should I be home?"

Susan knew her face was warm and slightly flushed, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her eyes ran over his slim body, and then she looked directly at the front of his pants. She didn't know if it was due to a suddenly vivid imagination or not, but she was certain there was a lump there, the bulge of his cock and balls. She shook herself and lifted her eyes to his young, beardless face.

"Be home for dinner, darling," she said, her voice hardly under control. "About six, perhaps seven."

She glanced at the clock. It was now two in the afternoon. At least four hours, she thought. Four hours, alone with Karen and Tom…

Robert raced from the house, and she was alone again. But not for long. Robert had been gone hardly fifteen minutes when Karen came walking in without knocking, as usual. She had changed from her shorts to a becoming skirt and blouse. Behind her was Tom, still in his cut-off jeans. The legs were frayed, and quite short, shorter than she had seen before. Then Susan realized that he had put on a different pair of cut-offs.

She didn't say anything as they came into the living room. Tom sat in a chair, slumped with his ass almost over the cushions, legs apart. He was looking at Susan with interest.

Karen sat beside Susan. "Well, here we are, honey," she said. "Just as I said."

Susan swallowed hard, glancing at Tom quickly and then lowering her eyes bashfully. She had seen him gazing steadily at her thighs, and she crossed them hurriedly.

"Don't be bashful, baby," Karen murmured, putting her arm around Susan's trembling shoulders. "Tom knows that I sucked your pussy last night. I told him all about it."

"Karen, you didn't!" Susan groaned, her face turning red. "Oh, God! Why did you…"

"I wanted to tell him," Karen replied. "My son is just like me, Susan. He thought it was great."

Susan felt Karen's lips brushing her cheek, and she tried to pull away, but not very successfully. She felt and saw Karen's hand moving up and down her thigh, and when Karen urged her to uncross her legs, she allowed it to happen. She glanced at Tom sitting across from her. He was watching with interest, and Susan saw that his cock was getting hard. His cut-offs were bulging up now, and when she looked closely, she realized she could see his pubic hair around the frayed edges. She strained her eyes and realized she could see one of his balls, too.

As Karen began to caress her thigh, Susan's cunt swelled and her clit enlarged. She was not aware that she was writhing her ass on the couch. She made no protest when Karen slipped a thin strap from her shoulder, and one of her tits became exposed to Tom. She shivered as Karen began to fondle it gently, twisting and pinching lightly at her rubbery nipple.

Susan saw Tom adjust his shorts, then the head of his cock was visible. Susan's breath caught in her lungs as she watched his cock grow, swell smoothly. Tom pulled his shorts to one side, and his cock stood up straight, one ball exposed.

Karen dropped her hand to Susan's lap, and involuntarily Susan spread her knees until her legs were stretched out. She felt Karen's hand on the leg of her shorts, then at the crotch. She looked down and saw Karen pulling the crotch to one side. She knew Tom could see the crotch band of her panties now.

"Karen," she whimpered. "Please, don't!"

"It's too late, baby," Karen said. "Don't you know Tom and Robert have been peeking under your dress for quite some time? Both of them have already seen your panties plenty of times."

"Please, I don't want…"

"Bullshit!" Karen snorted, her fingers pulling at the crotch of Susan's panties. "Let my son have a look at your hot cunt."

Karen pulled the crotch of Susan's shorts and panties to one side, and Susan blushed furiously. She couldn't stop this. She couldn't move her hands. They lay limply at her sides, and she leaned against the couch and shivered.

Tom was looking directly at Susan's cunt now as his mother held the crotch wide.

"Isn't that a pretty cunt, Tom? Look at all that blonde hair on it. I bet Susan's cunt is as tight as mine… and you're going to love fucking her."

Tom grinned. His cock was now in his fist. He was not jacking it, but simply holding it tightly.

Karen rubbed and fondled Susan's cunt as her son watched with hot excitement. "You're going to love fucking this hot pussy, Tom," Susan heard Karen saying. "I know how hot it is."

Susan wanted to stop it, but didn't know how. She was trembling, but it was not with fear or disgust. She was more excited than ever.

Tom stood up and slipped out of his shorts, his cock throbbing very hard, the head swollen and beaded with moisture at the piss hole. Susan looked at him now, no longer with downcast eyes. Her desire had become so intense it overwhelmed her, and she couldn't feel shame. Her tits were swollen and throbbing, and her clit felt as if it would burst.

"Bring that hard cock here, Tom," Karen said.

As Tom started forward, Karen managed somehow to get Susan's sunsuit down and off.

Tom stepped between Susan's spread thighs, his cock jerking. Then he dropped to his knees. Karen pulled the crotch of Susan's panties to one side, and said to her son. "Stick it up her twat, darling. Put your cock in her cunt and fuck her."

"Golly, Mom," Tom gurgled with delight, "I never thought I'd get to fuck Susan!"

Karen laughed. "You didn't think you'd ever fuck me either, did you? You probably never realized that I always found some way for you to peek under my dress, just waiting for you to get interested in me. Now you can fuck both of us. What boy your age has it so good?"

Susan could not resist watching. She looked down her slumped body, watching as Tom brought his long cock to her exposed cunt. She then saw Karen take her son's prick at the base and begin to rub the swollen head up and down her hairy pussy. She, felt the head of Tom's cock scrape at her swollen clit, and she trembled again.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Susan?" Karen murmured as she aimed her son's prick between the slippery lips of Susan's snatch. "You can't tell me that it doesn't feel good."

With mixed emotions, Susan watched Tom's cock slip into her pussy. As her cuntlips stretched, she mewled softly with delight. Tom thrust forward, and his cock entered her cunt all the way.

"Ohhhhh!" Susan moaned. "Oh, God! Ohhhh…"

"Beautiful!" Karen gurgled as she watched her son's prick thrust into Susan's cunt. "That is beautiful! Fuck her, Tom! Fuck her!"

"Golly, Mom… Susan is hot!" he said. "She's really hot in there… and so wet!"

"Fuck her, baby! Fuck her wet, hot cunt! Susan loves it!" his mother encouraged him.

Susan could not hold still. She moved her hips, and as Tom began to stab into her burning cunt, she writhed about. Before she knew it, she was jerking her hips up and down in time to his stabbing motions. Her cunt clung to his throbbing cock almost in desperation. She was mewling softly, her eyes wide, but she wasn't seeing much. Her body shivered and shook as she raised and lowered her ass, her thighs pressing against his hips. Moist sounds came to her, wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of her gripping cunt.

"That's beautiful!" Karen murmured as she watched her son's cock plunge in and out of the hairy twat. "That's really beautiful! Fuck her cunt, baby! Fuck Susan's hairy pussy!"

"Ohhhh!" Susan mewled. "Oh, God! Ohhhh… I don't… ohhhh, it's good!"

Karen laughed. "It sure is good, honey!"

"I like it!" Tom grunted. "I like her cunt, Mom!"

"Of course you do, baby," Karen laughed. "You like any cunt as long as you have your cock in it! Fuck the piss out of her! Fuck her good, darling!"

Karen had her fingers down there, spread on each side of her son's cock as it moved back and forth. The heel of her hand was pressing at Susan's sensitive clit. Susan felt as though she would explode. Every nerve of her body was tingling, burning. Her mind was reeling with erotic pleasure.

"Ohhhh, good!" she whimpered. "So good! Ahhhh… I love it! I love it!"

"Sure you do, honey," Karen encouraged. "I told you it would be good."

She brought her hand away from between Susan's thighs and began to fondle one of Susan's tits, pulling at the nipple and twisting it, increasing the pleasure that threatened to dissolve Susan into a mass of quivering flesh.

"Suck me!" Susan suddenly blurted. "Suck my tit! Ohhh, please, suck my tit! Fuck me, Tom! Fuck me! Ohhhh, yes, yes! Suck my tit, Karen! Suck it while Tom fucks me!"

"That's more like it, baby," Karen replied in a low voice. "Now you're understanding better."

She dropped her mouth to Susan's stiff nipple. She ran her tongue around it, then lapped at the springy flesh. She turned her head so she could watch her son's cock fuck into Susan's hairy twat, still holding the crotch of her panties to one side for her son. Then she began to suck the nipple, her, mouth hot and wet.

"Ohhhhhh!" Susan gurgled, twisting her head about as she humped her ass up and down. "Ohhhh, this is so fucking good! Suck my tit… fuck me, Tom! Qoooo, fuck me good… harder! Oh, God… fuck my cunt harder!"

She heard the soft whimper of Karen, listened to the grunting sounds of Tom. Her hips rolled and twisted vigorously her mind soaring with the deliciousness of what she was feeling.

When she came, it was totally unexpected. The pleasure had been building, but she was surprised when she came. It was quick and violent.

"Ohhhhhh!" she wailed, her hips thrashing wildly, jerking in spasms up and down as Tom plunged his cock in and out. "I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming!"

Her pussy flexed tightly about the stabbing cock, clamping hard.

"Ooohh, golly!" Tom yelled. "She's tight on my cock! Ohhh, I gotta come, too! Her cunt is holding me… really hanging on, and I gotta come!"

Karen lifted her mouth from Susan's tit. "Shoot it to her, baby! Fill her hot pussy with it! Come up her cunt! Flood her hot, fucking pussy! Let it go, Tom!"

Susan felt Tom's cum gush into her burning, convulsing snatch. It felt as if he would never stop coming, and she was surprised to find herself having another orgasm, a stronger one.

"Oh, again!" she screamed. "I'm coming again! Oohhh, I've never come twice like this before! Ohhhhh, it's so… so… fucking good! Oh… oh… oh!"

Susan could not keep her hips moving. She was totally exhausted. She let her ass slump down, and Tom's cock pulled free. He was still coming, and a glob of his cum splashed along the inside of her right thigh, very close to her cunt. Tom sat back on the floor, puffing and snorting. Susan, her legs spread wide, head resting on the back of the couch, sighed as she felt her body slowly relax.

After she had recovered sufficiently to sit up, she saw that Tom was sprawled on his back on the floor, his cock looking lovely, glistening with the clinging moisture from her pussy. Karen had settled on the couch, leaning on the arm, watching with amused delight. She had one leg up on the couch, the other on the floor. Her skirt was bunched in her lap, and Susan saw the curls of dark hair surrounding her cunt.

"You aren't wearing panties," Susan said.

"Why should I?" Karen laughed. "They only get in the way when I want to fuck."

There was no talk for a few minutes, then Susan sat upright. Her panties were back in place, her pussy no longer exposed. She ran her fingers through the blob of cum on her thigh, smearing it around on the creamy flesh.

"Well, I guess I did it," she said.

"You sure did, honey," Karen laughed. "And you did a damn fine job of it, too. Look at my son. He looks as if he's never had a fuck so good in his life."

"How many has he had?" Susan wanted to know.

"Two!" Karen laughed. "Me this afternoon and now you. But he's going to be getting plenty of pussy from now on, I'm sure."

Suddenly Susan laughed. "This is crazy, Karen. Fucking your son! But, oh it was good!"

"Let me get us a beer and we can talk about it," Karen said. She pulled two beers from Susan's refrigerator and returned to the living room.