She quivered and clenched her hand around her glass. He saw the emotional heaving of her good, solid tits and the way she squirmed on the stool. A full-bodied older woman who wasn't getting her share of prick; a married woman old as his mom, or older; Jerry felt the strong and eager lifting of his cock beneath his robe. His mother had been right all along; no matter how much he loved her, he could crave another pussy, too. He wondered if Mrs. Carter would fuck differently, if she would shake her round ass more wildly.
Wetting her lips with a trembling tongue, she whispered, «Not often; just once in awhile.»
Jerry moved closer and touched his hard cock to the swell of her thigh. He could feel the heat of her sleek leg through the robe, and said, «Mom tells me I'm very good at going down on a pussy. I'd like to eat yours, Mrs. Carter. I'd like to make you wiggle and shake and hump your hairy crotch into my face while my tongue slips in and out of your juicy wet clun.»
Debbie Carter quivered, and her voice was shaky as she said, «You — you really know what to say to a woman, don't you? My husband doesn't even talk to me like that; he won't use the words right out.»
Jerry pulled open his robe and pushed the length of his stiff shaft against her thigh, moving his belly back and forth. Her blurred eyes dropped to stare with disbelief at the head of his prick.
«Migawd,» Debbie muttered, «it looks like a cantaloupe.»
«Touch it,» Jerry urged. «Feel it all over. Mom has taken it plenty of times, and she's got a nice, tight pussy.»
The woman's hand shook as she felt his cock, and Jerry's blood raced at the touch of a new and different feminine hand upon his tool, and his own hands went out to gently cup the heavy breasts presented to him as Debbie leaned forward to observe his prick from close up. They felt round and solid, restrained by her bra, but even through it, and the material of her dress, he could feel the hard eagerness of her nipples.
Angela was beside them then, her hand covering her friend's upon Jerry's pulsing meat, urging Debbie's fingers up and down, pressing them upon the huge, flanged head and down the immense staff. «All this wonderful, boyish cock,» she whispered hotly. «All for you, Debbie. Come on, darling; come on into the bedroom with us.»
As if she was hypnotized, Debbie slid off the stool, her hand desperate around Jerry's club. «I–I have to call Lester first, give him some story about how — how you're upset and I have to stay with you for awhile.»
The wall phone was close by, and Jerry stood beside the woman while she spoke to her husband, that soft hand locked upon his meat all the while. The idea was kinky, Mrs. Carter making excuses to her husband while she held to a boy's hard cock. He grew more and more excited, because they had her now — he and his mom had convinced this good- looking married woman she should stay here and get fucked by him. She wouldn't be tempted to expose the incest.
They got her into the bedroom, where she swayed uncertainly, and Angela pulled the dress over her head, then the short slip, and Jerry stared hungrily at the olive-toned flesh exposed to his gaze. The bra cupped her big tits, and see-through panties snugged the pouting shape of her opulent mound, flattening the midnight black hair that grew so richly there.
It was groovy, standing bare-assed while his mother undressed another woman for him, and Jerry massaged his prick in anticipation of the new feast it was about to get. Debbie stood quietly as Angela unhooked the bra, and the solid, heavy breasts fell out; their tips were dark brown, different from his mom's nipples, Jerry saw.
The panties came sliding down the sturdy thighs, down over shapely calves as Mrs. Carter lifted her feet one by one. Her vulva was even more thickly bushed than his mom's, Jerry saw; wiry black hair lifted profusely all between her thighs, deeply furring the tempting mound, and thinned as it worked up to her belly button. It was an interesting pussy, an intriguing pussy, and one that needed the good screwing he could give it.
Angela moved her best friend to the bed and eased her down upon it. Jerry could see the woman's tits heaving in arousal, the quivering of that rounded belly and the tremulous mound beneath all its shaggy hair.
Debbie said, «You — you're not going to stay here, are you? I never — Angela, I always make Lester put out the lights, and to have another woman, even my best friend — «
«Of course, I'm going to stay and see it,» Angela purred. «For years, I've been wondering what kind of lay you are, and now's my chance to find out. Besides, darling — we're going to be sharing my son, so we might as well get used to each other.»
Debbie closed her eyes, surrendering completely, and Angela motioned for Jerry to get with it. She lay down beside her friend, turning upon one side and propping her head on her hand. With the fingers of the other, she played lightly with Debbie's stiff nipples, flicking them daintily. «What lovely tits; Jerry will really enjoy sucking them.»
He climbed onto the bed, his pulses hammering and his belly tight. It was great enough, getting ready to have his hard cock sample an unknown snatch, but it was goovier yet to have his mom right there, watching. He didn't figure she would be able to keep out of it for long.
«Shall I go down on her first?» he asked, positioning himself between Debbie Carter's veed legs and staring down at the luxuriantly haired bush.
«I think so,» his mother whispered. «The poor girl has never really been loved orally, so do a good job, baby. You can fuck her after she's really been turned on by your eating her cunt. It's a gorgeous cunt, too — so hairy and plump.»
The guy was right next door, Jerry thought; the man who was supposed to kind of own this juicy pussy, and Lester Carter had no idea that it was about to be eaten. Smiling to himself, Jerry began to caress the still, lush body, cupping the melon breasts and feeling the hard nipples throb in his fingers.
Do a good job, his mom said, so Jerry forced himself to take his time. But when he lay down upon the softly giving body with all its plump curvings, Debbie's lips were quiet, unmoving, and he had to work his tongue between them. Her mouth tasted of whiskey and something else — a waiting sweetness, an almost fearful anxiety that was childlike. Had he been like that, the first time his mom kissed him passionately? She was married and much older than he; she had a girl almost his age, and she had been screwing her husband for a lot of years, yet here she was, frightened of getting something different on the side. That made him more eager, made him feel wise and strong and experienced.
So Jerry stopped tonguing her mouth and moved down to nibble her throat, to lick her ear. He felt a slight shudder of response deep within her body and caressed her large, pillowy tits. The nipple he drew into his mouth to lave with his tongue was very stiff, and he kneaded the globe below as he sucked upon it. After paying the same kind of attention to the other tit, he kissed a hot trail down her rib cage and to the upper sweep of her rose-olive belly.
Now his hands were sliding over her hips and along her ripe thighs, and his tongue worked lasciviously, wetly, over her finely textured skin. Moving down and across, he suddenly plunged his tongue into the place where her thigh joined Debbie's hip, corkscrewing it there. The woman bucked in reflex, her lush hips swinging and her back arching violently as the strange sensation flamed through her aroused body. While she was still twisting, Jerry plunged his face into the thrillingly haired snatch pulsating between her plump thighs.
He heard Debbie gasp in shock as his mouth burrowed deeply into the fragrant thatch, and realized that her cunt hair was quite different from his mother's. Angela's pubic hair was long and silken, ringleted in gold; Debbie's pussy covering was wiry, springy, and layered thickly, plus being black as a rainy midnight.
Jerry drove his tongue into her labia, forcing it quickly and avidly between those juicy lips and deeply into the jellied velvet of her hole, eager to taste her love fluids, to know the exotic flavors of a strange cunt. The woman's crotch jerked and fell, and he licked avidly into her gash, sucked her cunt lips into his teeth, and worried them like a puppy mauling fresh meat.
«Oh lord, oh lord!» Debbie panted. «He — he's not just kissing it, like Lester does — he's really eating it! Uuhh! Oh! I can't stand it, can't take it — it's too much; too much!»
Finding her clitoris hidden beneath a rich hooding of sensitive flesh, Jerry drilled his tongue against the vibrant nubbin, and was rewarded by the sudden, quick lunging of Debbie's crotch into his teeth. Lapping furiously, tickling and sucking, he dug his fingers into the resilient cheeks of the woman's full ass and ate happily.
She churned her pelvis and ground her hairy snatch to him, her ass swinging and rocking. See-sawing her pussy into his mouth, Debbie cried out throatily that she was coming, coming, before her voice was suddenly cut off, muffled into groans by something. When the violent waves of her seething climax subsided, Jerry lifted his dripping face and looked up the length of the plush naked body to see his mother passionately kissing Debbie's mouth.
