Chapter 5
"Mother, you embarrass me," Susan said timidly. Nevertheless, she stood and took off her robe. Her willingness, her desire, to engage in such lascivious play with her own mother startled her. She had never been so turned on in her life. She couldn't resist the urge to pose. "God, Mother, I'm so fucking hot!" she whispered.
"Good," Marsha replied. "Sit down and put your feet on my chair." She put her feet on Susan's chair. "Open your legs so I can see your pussy."
Susan was a few inches taller than Marsha, so her legs were a little longer. She put her legs over her mother's, her feet outside Marsha's thighs. "Oh, Mother, this is so kinky!"
"You need a little harmless kink now and then to spice up your life, honey." Marsha eyed her daughter's pussy, her brown eyes sparkling. "Your pussy is so pretty. You have a much thicker bush than I thought. I like the way your inner lips peek out."
"I had no idea you liked pussies," Susan said.
Marsha's compliment pleased her, in spite of her weird feeling about displaying herself so flagrantly to her mother. The way Marsha played with her pussy was enchanting, in a lascivious way. Very erotic.
Susan put a finger alongside her own clit, and felt an incredibly strong surge of sexual arousal pulse through her body. Their lewd posture, her mother's wanton, uninhibited example had a strange effect on her, created a firestorm of lustful eagerness between her thighs. She felt a profound shock wave of erotic pleasure tear through her when she touched her own pussy. Her flesh had already become incredibly sensitive. Now, even the slightest touch sent heart-stirring flashes of passionate delight roaring through her nervous system. She wanted desperately to watch her mother masturbate and to give her an equally exciting demonstration of her own jack off technique.
"Oh, I like cocks better," Marsha replied. "I like to look at them and play with them and suck them and ride them. But once in awhile I like pussies. They're so delicate, so beautiful." She paused, wondering if Susan caught her drift. When Susan didn't respond, she continued, "You said you jack off only in private. Have you ever jacked off for David?"
Susan didn't catch her mother's meaning because her carnal infatuation already had her mind foggy. "No." She let her finger drift over her clit and caught her breath. "Ooohhh, God," she whispered.
Marsha wanted to reach out and touch her daughter's pussy. Even get down on her knees and give Susan's lascivious slit a few lusty licks. She repressed the urge, afraid she would frighten Susan if she did, and spoil their splendid breakfast.
"You should. Truly passionate men like to watch a woman pleasure herself. I guarantee you, you jack off for a man and he'll fuck you to heaven."
"I didn't jack off for Ryan, and he still fucked me nearly half to death."
Marsha flexed her knees and spread her thighs further apart. She liked the way her flesh felt against Susan's. She pushed two fingers of her left hand into her cunthole and enveloped her clitoris with two fingers of her right hand. Rich tingles of licentious liveliness lanced through her snatch and into her belly.
"Ryan is in a class all by himself, honey. As I'm sure you found out. Tell me, have you fucked very many men?"
Susan stared at her mother's crotch, mesmerized by her sopping crevice. She pressed her finger a little firmer to her clit and began to jiggle it. "Not many," she said softly. "A couple before I married. Only David since. You fuck a lot, don't you?"
"Every chance I get!" Marsha said. "But I'm not indiscriminate. I fuck for fun, but not just for the fun of fucking. If I don't feel something special about a man, I don't fuck him. I turn down more offers to ride a cock than I accept. Is David's cock as big as Ryan's?"
"No, unfortunately," Susan replied. "Ryan's is the biggest one I've ever had."
"Who fucks better, David or Ryan?"
"Ryan, I'm sorry to say. He picked me up, put me on his cock and carried me into the dining room and fucked me on the table. After he fucked me nearly senseless, he carried me back into the living room the same way, put me on the floor, and kept right on fucking me. David has never been so adventurous"
"Maybe you can teach David to be more uninhibited."
"I have to learn what to teach him first," Susan said.
"Listen to your mother and you. Did you cum a lot when Ryan fucked you?" Marsha asked eagerly.
"So much I thought I would go crazy," Susan said. "When he put me on the living room floor, he put my legs over his shoulders and got my G spot with the big head of his cock. He fucked me slow and easy and I felt like my whole body was one big cunt. My clit got so sensitive I could barely stand it."
"God, I wish I had been there to watch!" Marsha exclaimed. "What did you do then."
"I couldn't believe it, but his cock was still hard.
I couldn't leave it that way, so I got up on knees and started sucking it again."
"You sucked his cock while it was still wet from your pussy?" Marsha asked, keenly interested in Susan's reply. If she was willing to suck a cock coated with her pussy juice, she just might be willing to suck a pussy.
"Yeah," Susan admitted. "He wanted me to, so I did. After I started sucking him, he pulled me around over him and we did a sixty-nine. No one has ever sucked me off after fucking me. I didn't know men would do that."
"I told you Ryan is an unusual man."
"In more ways than one," Susan agreed.
"Did you like the way his cock tasted with your juice on it?"
"Well, it certainly tasted different. Yeah, it tasted pretty good after I got used to it."
The reply told Marsha what she wanted to know. Now all she had to do was arrange the proper circumstances and she could watch her daughter lick clit. She stared at Susan's pussy, at the way her fingers played in her wet slit. "Watching you get yourself off is fun."
"Go ahead and make it," Susan said huskily. "I want to watch you cum."
"Let's see how long we can make it last," Marsha replied. "I haven't enjoyed myself so much in a long time."
Susan couldn't wait. She stroked her hole with two fingers of her left hand and strummed her clit with two fingers of her right hand. Usually, when she got herself off, she just used one finger on her clit. This time, she imitated her mother's method and found she liked it better. She could still learn something from her mother!
Moaning blatantly with compelling urgency, Marsha attacked her cunt, giving up the idea of prolonging her pleasure when she saw how Susan was going at her twat.
Susan curled her cunt mound higher so her mother had a better view and wriggled her fingers energetically on her clit. She felt the first delectable contractions of her climax deep in her cunt. Her legs began to tremble and a pink flush of complete arousal covered her upper torso.
Marsha kept her eyes locked on her daughter's red-haired pussy, adding visual stimulation to her manual manipulations as she flogged her clit and pumped her fingers in and out of her slippery hole.
Susan let out a wailing moan as powerful convulsions wracked her body. She fought to keep her eyes open so she could watch her mouther cum as she pleasured her cunt with both hands, nearly out of control with passion.
Marsha's orgasm began scant seconds after Susan started climaxing. Her chair bounced from her hard bucking. Her cries of joy soon joined Susan's.
Several minutes later, after they had returned to the mundane world of reality, the two women looked at each other and smiled.
"You are a bad influence on me, Mother," Susan said. "Enticing your own daughter into such a raunchy stunt is scandalous."
"Every woman is someone's daughter," Marsha quipped. "Didn't you enjoy jacking off with me?"
Susan sighed. "Unfortunately, I did. I hate to think of what else you'll talk me into."
"Whatever it is, I can guarantee you'll like it!" Watching Susan for her reaction, Marsha pulled her fingers out of her cunt, lifted them to her mouth and sucked them enthusiastically.
Susan shivered when she saw her mother's fingers slide into her mouth. She still didn't realize the message her mother was sending. Nevertheless, her hand seemed to move of its own volition as she pulled her fingers from her cunt and lifted them to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, touched the tip to her fingers hesitantly, then jammed them in her mouth and sucked hard.
Marsha smiled knowingly. Her daughter was truly a chip of the old block. "Give your mother a kiss, honey," she said softly. "I like a kiss after I cum."
"What do you do when you jack off alone?" Susan asked.
"Without!" Marsha exclaimed.
Susan leaned way over, paused with her lips nearly touching Marsha's, sighed deeply, and kissed her mother. She intended to only brush her lips against Marsha's. Marsha had other ideas. She put her hand behind Susan's head and kissed her daughter passionately, running her tongue into Susan's mouth. At first, Susan tried to pull away, then capitulated to the lascivious embrace and actually began to suck on Marsha's tongue.
When Marsha released Susan, she leaned back, looking shocked and bewildered. Marsha watched her, smiling with a secret knowledge.
"You stuck your tongue in my mouth," Susan said.
"I like to kiss that way," Marsha replied.
"But you're my mother."
Marsha's smile broadened. "That's what makes it so exciting, darling!"
Susan shivered and licked her lips. She didn't know if she should just get up and walk away or stay put. With a man, with David at least, she knew when the fun was over. Compounding her problem was the fact that she had never done anything sexual with another woman. She simply sat there with her legs still wide open, looking at her mother.
"What now?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"Well, I think we should ask Ryan to come over tonight," Marsha said. "You need to get accustomed to fucking in front of others if you're going to give David what he wants."
"Mother, I can't do that in front of you!" Susan blurted. "Besides, I can't do that to David. I've already cheated on him once, and that's bad enough. Letting Ryan fuck me again would be awful."
"When was the last time David fucked you?"
"A couple of weeks, I guess," Susan said. "Not counting the three days I've been here."
"Then you aren't taking anything away from him. Besides, he wants you to fuck other men."
"In front of him, Mother!" Susan objected. "Not behind his back. Anyway, we didn't do it because we were fighting."
"Pick up the phone and call David right now," Marsha said. "Tell him you're ready to let another man fuck while he watches."
"You know I'm not ready to do that," Susan admitted ruefully.
"Then we'll do it my way," Marsha said. "What would you like to do now? Want to go shopping?"
"I want to go back to bed," Susan said. "Ryan wore me out last night. If you're going to have me fuck him again tonight, I'd better get some sleep."
"I'm not making you to do anything, honey," Marsha chuckled. "You want to fuck him again and you know it."
"Yes, as much as I hate to admit it, I want his big cock again," Susan replied quietly.
"Don't forget his tongue," Marsha said.
Susan went back to bed, where she lay quietly for a while, thinking about taking another glorious ride on Ryan's magnificent cock. She didn't know how she could ever explain to David why she spread so willingly for another man behind his back while refusing to do it while he watched.
Since she didn't know how she could explain it, she decided she wouldn't even try. They loved each other, so somehow everything would work out for them. If her mother's plan worked, she wouldn't have anything to explain anyway. She would conquer her inhibitions and let another man fuck her while David watched.
The more she thought about the idea, the more she liked it. And who knew where it might lead? As her mother said, she needed a little kink in her life now and then to spice it up.
And David could certainly learn to loosen up and enjoy sex a lot more. Maybe that's why he wanted her to fuck another man while he watched. Maybe there was a quirk in his personality and he couldn't loosen up any other way. Well, if so, she just had to learn to overcome her inhibitions and lead him down the path to better sexual fun.
Marsha had her own plans for the evening, and they didn't include Ryan. She hadn't told Susan she had another young man in mind for the simple reason Susan might back out and spoil her entire scheme. If her plan worked the way she wanted, Susan would have ample opportunity to fuck Ryan again. And several other men, too.
And dear scheming Marsha would get her chance to fuck David, and maybe show him how to take better care of his wife. He could certainly use all the help he could get. Once she succeeded in opening the floodgates of Susan's passion, he would have a hot woman on his hands.