Chapter 7
Morgan was the first of the three women in the house to awaken. She washed her face and redid her makeup first thing, then recurled her hair. She was still in the clothes that she'd given Phillip the blow-job in.
"Oh, my," she whispered, remembering how she'd deep-throated her grandson's prick until he gushed his hot wad of cum down her throat. "That was some night!"
Morgan did not know that Karla and Monique, her granddaughter and daughter, respectively, had spent the previous evening doing pretty much the same thing.
Slipping into her shoes, not bothering to put anything more on (she even left her pink blouse unbuttoned so that her succulent, creamy tits were out in the open for all to peruse), she left the guest bedroom, wondering who else in the house was awake.
Morgan opened Karla's bedroom door just a crack and peered inside. She found her lovely granddaughter sleeping on her bed, face down, wearing nothing but the garter belt and stockings that Morgan had told her to wear. The big-titted blonde looked at the tight half-moons of Karla's asscheeks and felt a tingling in her cunt. Though Morgan didn't usually get into lesbian action, she wasn't the kind of woman who would deny herself physical pleasure. She suspected that it would really be sexy to get it on with her teenage granddaughter.
"Probably the wettest, sweetest pussy imaginable," Morgan murmured under her breath.
She couldn't see Karla's cuntlips, and thought of stepping into the room, but decided against it. She wanted to find out what was happening in the house before she attempted the seduction of her sexy young granddaughter.
Morgan was surprised to find Lane, whom she had given a hand-job the previous evening, sleeping on the couch in his underwear. She paused to look at his lean, athletic body. The bulge in his underwear was manly, and Morgan remembered how large his prick could get when he was excited.
"Better not . . . yet," she whispered, walking away.
Adley was sleeping in his bed, with Monique beside him. Judging her influence over her daughter, Morgan suspected Monique had been fucking with her husband half the night through. The thought of that made Morgan smile.
Philip was sleeping in his bed, the blankets smooth and neat over his body. Morgan suspected that he hadn't moved a muscle since crawling between the sheets, and that pleased her because it let her know that she'd really exhausted him when she emptied his hot young balls of all his cum.
She went to the kitchen, made coffee and drank several cups. It was Saturday morning and she was horny. Friday evening, she'd given a blow-job and a hand-job. But her hot, tight, juicy pussy hadn't gotten stuffed with a hard cock; her clit hadn't been lashed by a frisking tongue. Until she got that, Morgan wouldn't be satisfied and couldn't relax.
She filled another cup of coffee and carried it into Karla's bedroom. She found the teenager in exactly the same position she'd been in an hour earlier when Morgan checked in on her.
Morgan sat at the edge of Karla's bed, waiting a second before waking the teenager up. Her eyes scanned over the slender shoulders of the girl, and she saw the taut swells of Karla's tits as they pressed against the bed, billowing out slightly under her arms.
Morgan felt her pussy getting hot as she thought about shoving her tongue deep into her granddaughter's seething pussy. She could almost feel Karla's hard, tingling little clit vibrating between her lips. She wanted to fuck her tongue betweeen Karla's tight cuntlips and watch the teenager's succulent body writhing on the bed as she rocked from one bone-jarring orgasm to the next.
Morgan's breath caught in her throat when Karla batted her eyes, mumbled under her breath, then propped her head and shoulders up by tucking her elbows beneath her.
"Oh . . . good morning," Karla said sleepily. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles. "Did you bring me some coffee? How sweet of you."
Morgan handed Karla the coffee cup and thought how sweet her pussy must be.
They sipped the coffee, and when Karla's cup was finished, Morgan went back into the kitchen to fill up both cups again. By the time the cups were half-finished, Morgan's cunt was hot and juicy, and she couldn't keep her eyes off Karla's lips or tits or succulent asscheeks.
"Come here," Morgan whispered, using her free hand to slide her fingers into Karla's hair. "Suck on this."
The words came out soft and sincere, and Morgan was astonished when Karla didn't protest or fight against her when she pulled Karla's mouth to her tit.
"Ahhhhhh!" Morgan sighed, feeling the girl's mouth opening to suck her pink tingling nipple between her lips.
She sat on the edge of the bed, shivering with ecstasy as Karla's hot, slithering tongue worked over her bud-like nipple. Morgan dropped the coffee cup to the floor.
"I've got to eat your cunt," she whispered, shocked at the hoarse tone of her voice. The lust that was soaring in her veins was unlike anything she had ever known before. "I've got to fuck your pussy with my tongue!"
Morgan pushed Karla deeper toward the middle of the bed, continuing to expect the young girl to shout and run out of the room. But Karla never did. Instead she rolled onto her back and spread her slender thighs wide-apart.
"Let me suck your pussy, too," Karla whispered huskily, reaching for Morgan's hips.
Morgan's huge tits pressed against Karla's flat stomach. She put her face between the girl's silk-encased thighs and stared for a moment at her thick, triangular cunt-bush. Morgan inhaled deeply, catching the fragrant aroma of her granddaughter's pussy-juice. She groaned softly and threw her face down, skewering the girl's cunt with her tongue, lapping up her pussy-juice furiously.
Karla jerked and twitched on the bed as her clit got sucked between Morgan's lips. She threw her arms around Morgan's hips, pulling her down so that she, too, could savor the delicious flavor of pussy-juice.
The two women, one extremely curvaceous, the other less so, ate pussy hungrily, greedily, devouring each other. Keeping her tongue stuffed between Karla's cuntlips, Morgan also thrust a finger into the girl's pussy. She jerked her finger back and forth as she whipped Karla's pink, erect clit with the tip of her tongue.
"Ohhhhhh!" Karla sighed, taking her mouth away from her grandmother's pussy.
She was trapped between Morgan's thighs. Spreading her fingers out over Morgan's taut asscheeks, Karla moaned softly and pulled her grandmother's juicy pussy down to her mouth once again, resigned to giving herself over totally to whatever the big-titted blonde wanted to do.
Slipping her tongue between Karla's tight cuntlips, Morgan dragged it slowly toward the girl's clit. Once there, she opened her lips just a little and sucked her clit into her mouth. Morgan nibbled on her tiny clit like it was a small cock, causing Karla to writhe blissfully beneath her.
Morgan shivered, feeling Karla's slashing tongue working over her clit. She thought that it was somehow different having a girl licking her pussy, tonguing her clit. Morgan had fucked a lot of guys, and many of them had gone down on her, but she could never remember anything that felt quite the same as having a teenage girl's tongue delving deeply into her pussy, grazing over her cuntlips, whipping her turgid, seething clit.
"Mmmmmm!" Morgan moaned, stuffing her tongue as far into Karla's juicy pussy as she could get it.
The blonde woman's hair tickled the insides of Karla's quivering thighs as she moved her face about, tenderly sucking on the girl's clit and using her tongue to tantalize her tingling cuntlips. As she ate Karla's cunt, she also fingered it, working one and then two fingers back and forth between Karla's pussylips, careful that she didn't scrape the girl with her long fingernails.
"Mmmmmmm!" Morgan moaned again, louder than before, keeping Karla trapped to the bed beneath her.
Karla ran her hands over her grandmother's asscheeks, enjoying the velvety texture of her flesh. She flicked her tongue over Morgan's clit and smiled when the older woman's voluptuous body jerked strongly above her.
"Lovely!" Karla purred, running the tip of her tongue around her mouth, tasting pussy-juice on her lips. She had a couple of drops of girl-cum trickling from the corners of her mouth over her cheeks. The smell of her grandmother's hot, juicy pussy seemed to envelope her senses, causing her to quiver with lust.
She ran her fingertips over Morgan's thighs, shivering with lust at the feel of the silk stockings beneath her hands. When Karla felt her cuntlips get wedged apart by Morgan's hot, probing tongue, the teenager groaned lustily and pulled Morgan's hips down to her mouth, fucking her tongue as far into her juicy pussy as she possibly could.
Morgan and Karla were so aroused by what they were doing that neither of them heard the soft footsteps at the doorway, or the gasp of shock that soon followed.