Chapter 8
When Gloria arrived home from work, Tish was busily darting about the kitchen getting supper ready.
Her mother came in looking tired and rumpled, worn from a hard day at the office. "Mm, that smells good. Have a nice day, dear?"
Nodding, Tish examined her Mom with a tinge of worry. "But it doesn't look much like you did. I think you've been working too hard lately."
"Well—" Gloria had to smile at the frown of concern on her daughter's face "—I have to make a good impression with my new boss, don't I? I suppose I could use a nice shower though, if I've got time."
Tish agreed quickly. "Go right ahead. I can keep things warm here. And you don't mind if I invited Randy over too, do you? He's always complaining about his Dad's cooking, and I thought, well . . ."¦
"Of course I don't mind." Gloria laughed lightly at this new aspect of her daughter. She was getting to be quite a little housekeeper!
Going upstairs, she quickly shed her wrinkled clothes and slipped under a cool tingling spray, letting it wash away the traces of her day's activities until she was once more refreshed and glowing with new life. Then, shrugging into her bathrobe and knotting it securely, she went down to eat.
By the time she returned to the kitchen, Randy had arrived and the two kids were busily arranging the table and chatting lightly.
"My, this all looks wonderful!" Gloria praised as they seated themselves. "I don't think I've ever been so hungry in my life!"
They all laughed at that and dug into Tish's meal, talking and laughing as Gloria regained her drained energy.
She didn't notice the way Tish eyed her throughout the meal, worry creasing her brow with a frown. Since her mother had taken that new job, lots of things had changed recently. And one of them was Tish's attitude. In the past weeks she'd taken on more of the household responsibilities than ever before, and with them had come a growing realization of just how hard her Mom had to work. It wasn't easy being a single mother with a growing daughter to care for. In fact, that might even be why her mother never dated men, never enjoyed herself the way a woman should.
That was the real waste. And it was a situation Tish silently determined to remedy as they finished their meal. Any way she could.
At last Gloria leaned back, sighing. "Well, I think I've eaten about all I can hold! Are you children finished? Good, then I can get at these dishes—"
"I'll do them!" Tish hopped up from the table and motioned to Randy. "Anyway, I've got lots of help!"
Randy grimaced and shrugged, giving Mrs. Wells a fatalistic grin. "I knew there was some reason I got invited over."
He rose, and the two teenagers began to clear the dishes away.
Gloria's first impulse was to put up an argument, but before she knew it Tish had scooted her out of the kitchen and instructed her to he on the couch and rest while they finished up.
She meekly did as she was told, glad for the chance to rest. Lying comfortably in her bathrobe, she had almost fallen asleep when the kids burst in.
"Well, that didn't take long," Tish announced happily, pleased to be of help. "Now that we've got everything done, all you have to do is relax."
Gloria started to rise. "Now, you don't have to look over me hke a mother hen! And you children have so many other things you could be doing, why don't I just—"
Before she could finish, Tish had darted forward and was gently pushing her back on the couch. "You just lie there and take it easy for once, while we do everything. I know—why don't I give you one of my famous back rubs? That always relaxes you!"
"Well . . . " She hesitated, but the notion was appealing, and Tish seemed so intent on making her rest that she didn't have the heart to stop her. "Oh, all right. I guess I could stand just a little bit of a rubdown. Maybe you have a point."
"Good." Tish's smile was firm as she knelt beside the couch and began to knead her mother's shoulders.
Despite her reluctance, Gloria tingled with luxurious pleasure at her daughter's expert handling. Tish had done this lots of times before, and knew just what she liked. She purred her satisfaction at the girl's ministrations. "Mmm, that does feel good. I'm glad I let you talk me into this."
As she worked her mother's shoulders, Tish glanced up at Randy, who'd been standing silently by. "Want to help? It's okay if Randy helps out, isn't it, Mom?"
Before Gloria could answer she heard Randy's voice speak up as he strode forward. "Sure, that'd be great! Can I do your legs, Mrs. Wells?"
Gloria almost said no. It didn't seem quite appropriate to be massaged by her young neighbor.
But Randy was already bending over, his hands darting out. The first touch of his fingers against her bare leg sent a ripple of pleasure through her, silencing the protest on her hps as they moved up and down her calves, hesitantly at first, then more boldly.
Eyes closed, she didn't catch the pleased expression that Tish gave him, or their exchanged grins.
Before long Gloria was groaning at the two pairs of hands that kneaded her into a lull of dreamy relaxation, releasing the day's tensions with youthful expertise. She didn't even object when Randy's gliding fingers slipped up to push back the border of her bathrobe and began to sneak up past her knees, inching higher.
Above her, Tish's voice was light and soft. "You know, it would work lots better without this heavy old robe in the way. Here, let me adjust it just a little ..."
"Tish!" she gasped as her daughter unexpectedly jerked the top of her bathrobe down, pulling it from her arms and bunching it at her waist. The girl's action seemed so natural and unthinking that she didn't resist, but gave an embarrassed little laugh with the realization that she was practically nude now, with the bathrobe merely draped over her firm ass and upper legs. "Don't you think this is a little too much? I didn't intend to get quite this comfortable!"
"Doesn't it feel better though?" Tish returned to giving her Mom a backrub, hiding the excitement pulsing through her at the spectacle of her mother's near-nakedness in front of Randy.
She noticed that the sight of Mrs. Wells' almost nude body was having its effect on him as well. His breath sucked in at the beautiful body stretched out before him, squirming self-consciously and settling once more as Tish continued her massage.
Licking his lips, he reached down with trembling fingers and tried to make his own voice soothing. "That's how Dad gets his rundowns at the club, Mrs. Wells. He took me once, and it felt great. You'll see."
His hands were already moving again up the backs of Mrs. Wells' thighs, running up and down first one leg, then the other. The feel of that soft pliant flesh under his fingers had his prick throbbing in his jeans, her little groans and wigglings making him hornier by the moment. It was obvious by now that neither Tish nor her mother minded his presence in the least, and with growing boldness he let his caressing hands push the lower half of the bathrobe up in their progress until it lay in limp folds over her luscious ass, covering nothing else. "Ummm ..."
Lulled by their combined exertions, Gloria sighed. Dimly she knew what Randy was doing, but for some reason she didn't want to stop what had begun. It felt too good, and there didn't seem to be anything really wrong in that. They were just trying to relax her, that was all . . .
She didn't complain, even when his fingertips sneaked beneath the bunched bathrobe and brushed the first jutting rise of her asscheeks. She squirmed delightedly, trying to ignore the fact that her cunt was melting with a wicked new warmth.
Encouraged, Randy eased his hands up further until they cupped the twin globes of her ass, exploring the rich mounds of flesh they found there.
"We'll have you all comfortable and rested before you know it, Mom," Tish was saying, also aware of the situation. She caught the movements of Randy's hands beneath the draped bathrobe, and oddly felt her own cunt creaming with pleasure. Her Mom was actually making him horny! She went on, resuming her rubbing more briskly than ever. "This is just what you need
At that moment Gloria knew she should stop them. But the feel of Randy's palms on her ass had her pussy churning with arousal. She couldn't resist, even when his massaging hands forced the loose bathrobe up to give him a perfect view of what he was fondling.
His cock leaped as he found himself staring down at Mrs. Wells' ass. His fingers slid along her taut firmness, caressing her cheeks and gently prying them apart to give him brief glimpses of her pink moist anus.
Swallowing hard, he fondled her asscheeks as his gaze slid down over their dark crevice to the crisp fringe of brunette curls that temptingly hid her cunt. "You've got a terrific bottom, Mrs. Wells. It's a shame to hide it."
Gloria sensed the hunger in his voice, but by this time was too overwhelmed by the mixture of emotions surging through her to put a stop to what was happening. Instead she laughed lightly, her own voice a bit husky. "You're not supposed to peek, young man! What would your father say if he came in this moment?"
"He'd say it was terrific too," Randy returned with a chuckle. "Too nice to be covered up like that."
"That's true," Tish put in at once, tingling with impish joy. "Anyway, we can't have things getting in the way if we're going to give you a real rub-down. Here, I'll take care of it."
Suddenly one of her hands darted down and tore the bundle of cloth away entirely.
It fell in a heap to the floor, and Gloria instinctively reacted for a shocked instant. "Tish Wells! That was a terrible thing to—"
She started to reach for the fallen bathrobe, then realized that she was entirely nude. Anything she did now could only make the situation worse. And . . . well, it was already too late to stop Randy from looking, wasn't it? Besides, what harm was there in that, really? He could see almost as much on television!
With that rationalization she forced herself to relax once more and gave an unconvincing sigh of exasperation. "Oh well, I suppose it was in the way. But you certainly can't complain about that now!"
The two teenagers laughed appreciatively and continued their massaging. Randy's hands went to her legs once more, but immediately returned to her ripe asscheeks, kneading them with almost blatant lust.
The situation was quickly having its effects on Tish as well. Her young pussy was burning and creaming at the naughty delight of having her mother absolutely naked in front of their next-door neighbor.
Caught up in horny fervor and determined now to overcome her Mom's inhibitions, she quickly found herself massaging her way around to the mashed swell of Gloria's big soft tits.
The woman groaned as one pair of hands teased her creamy boobs as the other worked her ass. Randy's fingers moved back and forth, dipping into her ass crevice and brushing against the little pit of her anus. His undisguised movements no longer fooled her a bit. On the other hand, she couldn't seem to stop him, either. It felt too nice to be touched all over hke this. Not like Harve's demanding touch, but tender curious explorations that had her cunt gushing in a luxurious flow of cream.
"We can do you all over like this," Tish was announcing as her hands rippled across her mother's skin. "It'd be a shame to stop now, just when you're getting comfortable. What do you think, Randy?"
"I think it's a great idea," he stated honestly, catching Tish's wink. By this time he'd almost given up any pretense of the rubdown, and was concentrating entirely on the luscious round ass before him. One of his fingers pushed into its tight crack and slid down to locate the pink little asshole located there. Without hesitation he teased the damp winking rim, easing the very tip of his finger into it.
"Ahhh," Gloria purred, arching just a bit as her asshole was teased by his probe. "You children do such a good job, I'm almost tempted ..."
"Why not?" Tish prodded her. "We don't mind, and neither should you. Now turn over, and let us do the front."
Vaguely Gloria realized that she was behaving just the way people expected a lonely, horny widow to act. But the simple fact was that she really was lonely and horny—especially the latter, at the moment.
As if in a daze she rolled onto her back, avoiding Randy's gleeful stare and smiling at Tish's words of encouragement.
"That's right. Now we can really get to work. We'll make you feel real good, Mom."
The teenage girl spoke assuringly as her hands molded over Gloria's big tits and began to rub, bringing their oversized nipples to spiring erection.
At the same time Randy trailed his hands up her hips and across her trim flat stomach, letting them glide over the downy fringe of the thickest mat of cuntfur he'd ever seen. Though her legs were pressed together, he could make out the tinge of wetness that darkened those rich brown curls, parting them just enough to give him a peek at the pink beginning valley of her slit. "You're terrific everywhere, Mrs. Wells," he said in a gritty voice, hands pushing between her inner thighs and easing them apart, gliding up to the glossy mound of fur and wet opening cunt he found there. "Yeah, really terrific. I could go on doing this forever ..."
With those words his fingers entwined in Gloria's slick tangled bush. She groaned again, letting her legs slip wider apart.
His cock jumped at the sudden unobstructed sight of her cunt spread open before him, all slippery and drooling with wetness. Her pussylips flared out like butterfly wings, letting him see straight into the delicious depths of her sopping hole.
Immediately his thumbs slid down over those lips, finding the stiff button of her clit and rolling across it.
"Ah—ummm . . ."
Gloria gasped, shuddering with uncontrollable spasms of joy. "If—ahh, if you keep that up, I just may let you . . . ohhh . . ."
Engrossed in the scene before her, Tish felt her own cunt ache with insatiable need. Abruptly, unable to simply watch, she drew back and began to shed her own clothes. "Now we'll really do it right. This is just what you need, Mom."
For an instant Gloria felt both pairs of hands slip from her body. Breathing heavily and sighing in frustration, she opened her eyes. "What . . . ?"
Then she saw that both teenagers were now entirely nude as well, converging on her with expressions on their young faces that couldn't be missed.
"Oh ..." She tried to overcome the urgency rushing through her, but it was too late. "Oh . . , oh my God, what're you—darlings . . ."
Then Tish was bending down, taking one of her mother's pebble-hard nipples in her hps and sucking on it with the frantic need that had her pussy bursting in a torrent of juice.
"Mmmm . . ."
"Tish—oh honey, please don't . . .ahhhh ..."
Before she could react, Gloria felt Randy's lean youthful body slither between her legs, and looked down to see his scrumptious young pecker straining forward, its thick veined length driving down like a spear as his weight pushed onto her and his grinning face rose above her, Tish's head moving between them. "Now Mrs. Wells, you're in for a real special massage. Just the way you'll hke it best . . ."
Something hard and wonderfully alive was gouging between her thighs, and Gloria let out a small cry as her soaked cuntlips were pushed apart by the boy's inflamed cockhead.
"Unnnhhh!"
His hips gyrated hungrily, and suddenly the full length of his enormous aching pecker slid into her. It had happened so suddenly, the switchover from a wicked little game to incredible reality, that Gloria was totally unprepared to fight. Panting in a frenzied turrmoil of sensation, she lunged up to take it all and gave a gasping cry of ecstasy as he began to pump, jabbing his rigid cock hilt-deep into her.
"Oh God, yes! Yes—oh lover, that feels so good, oh my sweet babies, more, more ..."
Sucking hard on her mother's big upthrusting tits, Tish managed to twist around so that she could see it all.
Propped up on his hands, Randy's face was a grimace of sheer bliss as he plowed his cock to Mrs. Wells' writhing pussy. Tish could actually see his prick sliding in and out, its length withdrawing slick and rippling to jab again and again, balls slapping against her mother's straining ass. She could even hear the sucking sounds each prickthrust made as her Mom's cunt greedily clutched his rod. Their fucking made her give a small moan of sympathetic reaction,feeling her own cuntcream stream down her legs in response.
Tish was surprised when one of her mother's hands darted down unexpectedly and slipped over her pussy, her palm catching the abrupt burst of juice that flooded from Tish's tingling cunt.
"Oh my darlings, that's right—oh yes, give it to me, more, fuck me hard with your cock, stick me nice—ahhhhhh ..."
Tish had never heard her Mom talk like that before, had never heard her use words even remotely in the way that she was using them now. But she didn't have time to consider that surprising aspect of her mother before she received an even greater surprise.
Cupping her daughter's wet oozing pussy, Gloria instantly began to press her middle finger up between the girl's cuntlips and push it deep up inside her. This time it was Gloria's turn to be surprised, as her finger sank into Tish's twat without even the slightest effort. Lips still fastened to her tit, the girl moaned softly and began to hunch on her finger as if she'd done it a thousand times before.
Both mother and daughter were learning a great deal about each other now, but at the moment their new-found knowledge faded to the background as Randy increased the friction of his cock, ramming it furiously into Gloria and gasping with approaching climax. "That's it, harder Randy, fuck me harder!" Panting, Gloria lurched up for his pounding cock as her finger automatically dipped in and out of her daughter's cunt in perfect rhythm. Oblivious now to anything but the lovely young pecker driving her to completion, she soon had two fingers wedged tight in Tish's pussy and was reaming the moaning girl out with an intensity that had cunt-juice gushing down her hand.
"Now baby, give it to me all the way, screw it into me while I—oh God, honey, I'm coming so nice, making me come, faster faster—aaaaahhhhh!"
She shuddered and heaved up in a soaring chain of climaxes, bouncing wildly beneath his prick as her daughter thrashed on her hand, coming as well.
For Gloria, the moment was just another link in a long chain of sensuality that had ruled her life in the past days. Not even the fact that her orgasm was the result of her own daughter's seduction could halt it now. She cried out ecstatically, hardly hearing her own little girl's sobs of completion as Randy groaned loudly and sank his prick into her with a lunge that pinned her to the couch as he blasted his load of cum inside her.
"AHHHHH!"
Twisting up, she took it all. Her cock-hungry snatch soaked up every wonderful eruption of jism until Randy was drained, and continued to undulate even then, soaking every drop of rapture from his cock.
Not until the last dregs of pleasure had been ripped from her did she release his used-up prick.
It flopped wetly free, and he pulled back with a gasping laugh. "Oh shit, Mrs. Wells! That was . . . wow ..."
"Yeah," Tish's voice was a purr of pleasure as she slumped forward, still with her mother's fingers lodged in her cunt and moving around to give her equal joy. "Yeah, Mom, that was swell! I ... I didn't know you had it in you." Gloria laughed. "Well, I did!" They all laughed at that, the two women clinging to each other with new-found freedom and understanding.
It was as she hugged her mother happily that the old saying returned, with unexpected new meaning. Like mother, like daughter. And how!