Chapter 8
Just as Susie reached her peak, Pam released one wobbling ass-cheek and quickly ran a finger back to the girl's wet butt hole. The skin felt soft and tender as the ball of her finger nudged it, and it was throbbing in time to the girl's spasms.
Feeling quite lewd, but unable to help herself, Pam slowly forced her finger into the tight, rubbery ring of muscle until it would go no further.
"Uhh, uhh," Susie grunted, her sphincter gripping and releasing the woman's twisting, probing finger. Her arms and legs waved aimlessly in the air and she gasped for breath as the torment of her ass-hole was communicated to her pussy.
Susie's soft butt shook under Pam's buried face, and she rubbed her nose on the girl's twitching clit as she sucked hard on the hot, pulpy lips surrounding her pussy-hole.
With her finger still in Susie's ass-hole, Pam raised up, her mouth, cheeks and chin dripping with the girl's cunt juice. She licked her lips and sighed, then used her free hand to stroke the plump, soft folds of Susie's still winking cunt.
"Ohh, Susie, please make me come, too!" she pleaded. "You know what it feels like, now. Please, my cunt's so hot I can't stand it!"
And she stretched out on her back on the floor alongside the sofa, her large cunt gaping through the mass of flaming, soaking pussy hair. Her huge tits sagged slightly toward her arms, their nipples fiercely swollen and extended. She raised and parted her knees, showing Susie her pouting, hanging pussylips.
Still weak from her mind-blowing climax, Susie weakly slipped off the sofa and crawled between the older woman's plump thighs. She stared at the plump, flattened ass-cheeks and, above them, the dark red hole surrounded by trembling, meaty-looking pink folds. Pam's big clit stared back at her.
"Don't you want to?" Pam sobbed, reaching down and parting her gleaming cunt-hole.
Susie saw the twitching clit and the stretched, gaping dark hole. She could even see her pink, mysterious ass-hole, and suddenly she was wondering if somehow she could sneak a peek at her mother's body someday soon. But her mother, unfortunately, wasn't as well-endowed as Pam. As the girl thought about the different women who might be worth checking out, she remembered Mrs. Martucci's huge tits. Now Davy's beating a path to that house made sense!
"Please," Pam groaned, squirming her hips with lust. Even though she was ashamed of her actions, she couldn't help but anticipate Susie's lips and tongue working on her creaming pussy.
"W'm going to," Susie whispered, inching slowly forward, her face lowered. "I want to, really I do. But I'm scared."
"Maybe I can make it easier for you," Pam said kindly. "My husband used to call it his box lunch, and we'd both laugh. Making love is supposed to be fun, not deadly serious, you know."
She reached down and grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs back until her feet were alongside her ears. Now her sloppy wet cunt was fully exposed, the plump, juicy lips framing her puckering, clenching hole dripping with juice.
Susie hesitantly extended her tongue. She was still a bit timid about sticking her mouth into that grossly exposed gorge of raw, red flesh, but, after all, Mrs. Morris had done it. And it had been the most glorious feeling ever!
Courageously, Susie closed her eyes and with one quick movement plunged her pretty face into the older woman's hot, dripping pussy. Her extended tongue made contact with the soft, wriggly folds first, then slid through the tasty, watery trough of her cunt until it sank into the hole.
"Ohh!" Pam squealed loudly and joyously. It had been so long since anything but her own fingers had touched her pussy that she could hardly believe it was happening.
Susie's palms were flat against the backs of
Mrs. Morris' plump upper thighs as her lips closed over her juicy pussylips. Her tongue slapped up and down with amateruish eagerness now that she discovered how much fun cunt-sucking was. Pam's hot, musky cunt was constantly filling and overflowing with a slippery pussy juice, and the little girl's busy tongue couldn't help but gather a lot of it up and transfer it to her mouth.
The distraught, lust-filled mother heard the liquid slurping sounds, and then heard Susie gulping loudly. She knew the girl was swallowing her copious cunt juice. She wanted to say something, to express her gratitude and enormous pleasure, but her fast-approaching orgasm didn't leave her enough breath.
Susie had to squirm her body and twist her head in order to stay in place. Pam's hips were hunching and writhing, and she was constantly moaning and grunting as wave after wave of blissful torment flowed through her tongue-lashed pussy.
Susie worked her way up to the woman's straining, twitching clit. Her tongue circled it, laved it, then she formed her lips around it and sucked gently.
"Yuhhh!" Pam's hips lurched, then her legs dropped down over Susie's back. She squeezed the girl's face between her warm thighs. Susie nibbled on her taut clit, deliberately sucking it harder and harder. She lashed the very end with the tip of her tongue and Pam arched her back until only her head, shoulders and arms touched the floor. A large puddle of cunt juice was visible under the hanging, trembling globes of her fleshy ass.
"Uhhh! Aghhhhhhh, wawwwww!"
When Mrs. Morris' ass rose, Susie's clit-sucking came to an end. The long, erect bundle of nerves pulled from her clasping lips with a noisy smack, and Susie found her nose in the woman's cunthole and her lips nuzzling near her ass-hole.
Without thinking, the little girl's tongue shot out to lave the soft, crinkly opening of Pam's butt. Pam, still in the throes of an unbelievable orgasm, was nevertheless able to feel and appreciate the lewd, forbidden lingual caress.
"Oh, Susie," she moaned breathlessly. She reached down to pull her ass-cheeks apart. Not even her husband had done this to her, and she'd never had the nerve to let him know that she'd wanted to try it. Her eyes closed and her orgasm extended. The spreading ball of heat in her clit and cunt now took in the winking, throbbing ring of her ass-hole. Finally, she screamed.
Susie came up for air and breathlessly watched the woman's body shudder violently. Jeez, Mrs. Morris' fat tits were shaking like two white, water-filled balloons caught in the middle of a hurricane! Their large, dark nipples were hardly more than a red blur.
Eventually, the drained mother relaxed and came to her senses. How many times had she climaxed? She couldn't even remember. Her face felt hot, and she knew it was streaked with sweat, but she felt radiant.
"Oh, Susie! That was beautiful!" she exclaimed, turning onto her side and staring lovingly at the little girl who was now stretched out beside her. "Did you enjoy it, too?"
"Oh, yes! We've got to do this every day! I love your ... your cunt! Really I do! And I could tell you loved mine." And she impulsively lifted her head and placed an affectionate kiss on Pam's cheek.
Pam's heart went out to the girl, and she hugged her and kissed her in return. Soon, without hesitation, Susie parted her lips and kissed the woman's ripe mouth, sucking in the full, pouting lower lip. Her little hands hefted Pam's voluptuous tits, gently squeezing them before burying her face in their creamy softness. Soon, the living room was filled with simultaneous muffled cries of ecstasy as woman and girl sixty-nined, each digging strong fingers into the other's soft ass-cheeks. It was a long time before Susie went home.
When Robbie left Mrs. Martucci, it was after suppertime, but he didn't care. His balls really felt empty, and he had plans for the rest of the week that would keep them empty. Around his house, there was Susie, and around the school, he'd be fucking Mrs. Martucci. Unfortunately, because of her son, Dale, Robbie couldn't mess around in his teacher's home. But they would manage to find some vacant room or closet in school suitable for a fuck or suck.
Robbie was surprised that his mother didn't ask about his session with Mrs. Martucci. But he wasn't about to complicate matters by bringing it up. He ate a late supper and watched some television with her, then waited for her to go to bed, as she usually did, before him.
Tonight was different, however, Pam said that she wanted to watch a news special, and for him to go on to bed. Robbie did as his mother suggested, but after he was in bed, he began thinking. If he stayed awake, he'd have a chance to peek at her as she walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. His mother always changed in the bathroom, and there was a chance she wouldn't close the door completely.
But Pam had other ideas. Her cunt was still hot. The few hours she'd spent with Susie had only whetted her appetite for a cock, her son's cock. She'd dreamed all day of it stretching the narrow hole of her pussy. Now that Jane had explained the fact of life, maybe a flash of tit and ass'll get him started, she mused. She had to try.
Robbie heard his mother's steps and closed his eyes. He was on his back and peeping beneath lowered lids in the dim light. He saw her silhouetted in the doorway, looking at him. She nodded, as if to herself, and he heard her whisper "He's asleep. Guess I might as well change here."
The boy felt his nuts tighten with anticipation as she took off her dress and turned to one side. His eyes fastened on her heavy tits as they hung and stuck out in her bra. His prick tingled with a fresh flow of blood, and he wondered if his balls had already filled up. He'd given Mrs. Martucci three loads, after all.
Pam walked over to a dresser and unhooked the bra. Robbie watched his mother's gorgeous tits spill from the cups and wobble heavily before resting quietly on her chest. The nipples were big and dark, and his mouth watered for a taste of them.
When Pam bent and skinned her panties down, her huge tits hung and swung, but her son's eyes were on the deep, dark crack of her full, fleshy ass. His fingers curled, itching to grab those pale buns, and he tried to control his heavy breathing. He nearly went wild when she turned toward the bed and he finally saw the flaming red of her pussy hair.
She walked around for a few minutes, trembling inside as she picked up Robbie's clothes and checking out various nightgowns before settling on one that was very sheer and short. Robbie had never seen it before.
He nearly groaned aloud as she dropped the nightie and bent to pick it up. She was standing no more than three feet from the head of the bed, and when she bent, her ass split wide and her pussy bulged out from under it, dark and curly. Robbie recalled how good it smelled. He could hardly wait for her to crawl under the covers and fall asleep.
Pam put the nightgown on, but even though she tugged it, the hem only half-covered the cheeks of her ass. She knew the bottom of her bushy cunt was completely visible from her son's point of view.
When she approached the bed, Robbie thought she was going to get in, but instead she stood over him. He suddenly realized she was staring at the lump his hard-on was making. He'd been so entranced by the peeks she was giving him, he'd forgotten about his cock.
"My, my," he heard her whisper, "my little boy must be having a naughty dream. Poor Robbie, I'll bet that hard thing really hurts. It's too bad you're not some stranger, isn't it? With me here all alone and you with that stiff cock, we could really go to town, baby. But I guess that's just a silly wish."
She slipped under the sheets next to him, and he felt her bare hip against his side. Her nightie had gotten pulled up around her waist when she slid in, Robbie realized. He kept still and waited an eternity for his mother to fall asleep. There was still a little light from the moon and from the nightlight in the hall, so he knew when the time came, he'd be able to see.
Pam concentrated on breathing deeply and regularly while she waited for her son to make the first move. She was sure after the show she'd put on, he wouldn't be able to wait much longer.
Robbie suddenly sat up in bed and looked down at her. He shook her shoulder gently. Finding that she didn't move, he pulled the sheet away from her body. He stared at her big white tits. Through the sheer nightie he could see her big dark nipples, and his mouth was dry with fear and lust. He reached out.
It was all Pam could do to keep from grabbing her son when she felt his fingers lightly stroking the exposed swells of her heavy tits. Her nipples tightened into hard knots as her son grew bolder and stuck the side of his hand into her sweaty cleavage.
"Ohhh, jeez!" Robbie hissed through clenched teeth as he saw and felt his mother's huge tits shift and wobble heavily. He withdrew his trembling hand and slowly tugged one panel of her nightie aside. Her hard, throbbing nipple popped out.
Pam felt a shameful excitement building in her loins as her nipple puckered and stretched from a combination of fear and lust. It was terrible, but she couldn't help wondering if
Robbie really liked big tits. They were a hell of a lot larger than average, which had made her a popular stripper, but did her son think they were too heavy? Hank had often grumbled about the money it cost to have her bras custom-made, even though he wasn't the one paying for them.
"Ohhhh," Robbie cooed reverently. His mother's fat nipple was actually sticking up in front of him! It was shaped and textured something like a rather large, blood-red strawberry, and his mouth was no longer dry. In fact, he was drooling with incestuous hunger.
Pam remembered Robbie's beautiful, fat cock, and she wanted to grab it. But she controlled herself, realizing things would work out better if she let the boy set his own pace. She felt him touch the nipple with the ball of his finger and wondered what he was thinking. It was vitally important that he like her lush figure.
Beneath lowered lids, she studied the excitement in her son's face. No trace of criticism. She saw him fumbling with the hard-on in his pajamas, and then it was freed, leaping out stiff and red and dripping. It swayed from side to side.
Robbie pulled down the other side of her nightie, allowing her other tit to fall free. He lowered his hands to her bare tits, cupping them gently. She clenched her teeth in an effort to remain still.
Robbie stared at his hands as they squeezed his mother's heavy tits. He could hardly believe it. Their silken softness was breathtaking and, to his incestuous, lustful eyes they looked and felt bigger than melons. He gathered their undersides in his palms and make their huge tits roll heavily on her chest.
"Ohhh, jeez," he whispered excitedly as he watched her tits wobbling on her chest.
Pam was glad it was too dark for him to see her hot face, because she was too damn horny to feel motherly. Incest was terrible, or so everyone said. And she'd believed it all of her life up to this point. But now she began to question the conventions of a society which , was itself riddled with moral and intellectual decay.
She felt her nipples harden against his palms and knew that Robbie could feel them, too. He sure was taking chances, she thought, as he began playing with her jiggly tits, lifting them and pressing them together, then gathering her nipples between all four fingers and his thumb.
Robbie tugged her rubbery nipples outward, his cock jerking as he watched her tit-flesh stretching around the aureoles. Her nipples were hot and hard, and he thought that he'd heard his mother sigh when he began rolling those beautiful red lumps.
Robbie thought his mother's tits were fantastic, but he was getting anxious for bigger thrills. She seemed to be sleeping soundly, so he slid his hand over the sheet covering her belly and legs. When he touched the gentle mound of her belly, he paused and looked at her face, then cupped her plump pussy.
Pam had kept her thighs spread, hoping for just such an idea to occur to her handsome boy. But she hadn't really believed he'd go through with it. But he was, he actually had his hand on her steaming cunt, even if there was a sheet between him and her thick, damp curls. Her son was feeling her cunt!