"Hot to trot mother" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laver Brian)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Fucking all those boys in the motorcycle gang kept Rose from getting horny for almost two days. After that, she began jerking off again; also, her lascivious thoughts returned to her son.

Rose noticed that Ted was acting strangely lately.

But she didn't know that he had gotten fucked and was trying to recall the experience.

Ted would lie in bed, concentrating on his first fuck. It had come out of the blue, hitting him like a stray lightning bolt.

But getting fucked didn't cure Ted's horniness for long. Like his mother, he was relieved of his burden of horniness for a few days. After that, he felt more desperate than ever.

Actually, now Ted was constantly thinking about fucking. Since he couldn't recall important things about his fuck, he spent all his time wondering about them.

For instance, how far had his prick reached up Mrs. Black's cunt? And how would it look if he could have seen his prick pistoning in that cave? Ted knew that Mrs. Black had come, he'd seen her in ecstasy. But when did she start coming? How long did it last?

So even after both mother and son had broadened their sexual horizons, they were back in the morass of desperate longing.

Rose decided to go to Jim's for a quick fuck. If he mentioned marriage she would ignore him. But she needed to feel his prick inside her again.

But every time she called, his line was busy. There didn't seem to be anything left to do but go right over there.

By the time Rose got to Jim's door she was panting in heat. Her cunt was leaking hot juice down her thighs. If she ever needed a fucking it was now!

But when the door opened Rose had a rude shock. For instead of Jim, she was met by another woman.

At first Rose felt like running, but she still had hope. Maybe this woman was just a friend.

"Hi," the woman at the door said with a smile.

"Is Jim here?" Rose asked.

"No, he had to go to the office," the woman said. "Are you Rose?"

Rose was crushed with disappointment. But she was still curious, especially since this chick knew her name.

"Yes, I'm Rose. Who are you?"

"I'm Gail, Jim's sister," the woman said.

"Of course, I should have known," Rose said with a smile. "Jim's mentioned you."

Rose was relieved to find that the girl wasn't a new girl friend of Jim's. But she was more than relieved. She was suddenly pierced by a sword of perverted greed.

Jim had mentioned his sister, and what he'd said was that she was a lesbian. Rose remembered how that news had interested her. She had always found lesbians interesting. Now, though, with her cunt crying out for attention, Rose found that being confronted with this lesbian chick was a real thrill. Her imagination began to soar.

"Would you like to come in?" Gail asked. "I've heard so much about you, I feel I know you already."

"I'd love to," Rose said as she stepped into the apartment.

Rose never thought a lesbian could turn her on, but in her great need for sex, she found her heart pounding and her nipples gathering into hard knots.

Besides, Gail was gorgeous. She was small, almost a head shorter than Rose. But her tits were large and firm. And under Gail's blouse they showed with their up-turned cuteness.

Rose knew that she was staring blatantly. It wasn't polite, but she couldn't help herself. Rose wanted to let Gail know that she was excited. Staring at Gail was the only way she could have done that.

Gail didn't get embarrassed by Rose's gawking. Rather, she began showing off. As she asked Rose if she would like a cup of coffee, Gail tugged the bottom of her blouse down so her tits would show even more than they already were. And when Rose said she would like a cup of coffee. Gail wiggled out of the room with her ass switching back and forth.

Alone in the living room, Rose began pacing back and forth.

Would Gail make a pass at her? She wondered. Rose couldn't admit to herself that she would welcome a pass. Still, just having a lesbian so close was making Rose's passion multiply.

Before long, Rose was wondering what it would be like to be a lesbian. Would she like to eat a pussy? Would it be fun to kiss and caress tits?

When Gail came back with two cups of coffee, Rose was so wild with passion she could hardly speak. When she took the coffee from Gail, her hand shook and she spilled hot coffee on her arm.

"Ow-w-w," Rose said as she brushed the hot coffee from her.

Rose managed to put the cup down without spilling all of it.

"Oh, are you all right?" Gail asked and took Rose's burned arm in her hand.

The lesbian's, touch on her arm sent a current of electric lust directly to Rose's cunt.

Rose still refused to admit to herself that if Gail wanted her she would give herself gladly. But it was getting very difficult to ignore the sexual need coursing through her.

"I'm okay," Rose said about the burn. "I don't know why I'm so clumsy, though."

When they were both seated and sipping their coffee, Rose began to suspect that Gail was looking at her with more than passing interest. But that was to be expected, considering how Rose had been staring at Gail's tits.

"What has my brother told you about me?" Gail asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Rose said, trying to sound nonchalant. "He said you taught school. And that you quit to become an artist. And that you live out west."

"Is that all lie told you?" Gail asked rather pointedly.

Rose swallowed hard. She felt foolish about not mentioning that Jim had mentioned that his sister was a lesbian. After all, they were both sophisticated adults. And there was nothing shameful about being a lesbian, especially in these modem days. So Rose decided to call a spade a spade, to be perfectly frank.

"He also said you were a… a… a…" Rose stammered.

This was ridiculous, Rose thought. Why couldn't she say the word? She felt her face flush, and she had to lower her gaze.

Gail laughed. "A lesbian," she said. "Is that what you're trying to say?"

Like a child caught at the cookie jar, Rose merely kept her eyes cast down.

"I know it's difficult for people to talk about," Gail said. "So don't be uncomfortable. Everybody acts the same way about it."

"I'm surprised at myself though," Rose finally said. "I thought I was so modern and sophisticated."

"Yeah, I know," Gail said. "But it's still difficult."

Rose looked up. Now Gail looked even more sexy and desirable. She was leaning back in an easy chair. Her tits were standing high on her chest and her blouse looked like a flimsy sheet thrown over them.

Gail had one leg thrown over the arm of the chair. Her blue jean-covered crotch looked warm and inviting.

"Actually," Gail began in a soothing voice. "A lot of women have tried lesbianism at sometime. A lot of girls try it as teenagers, then when they discover men, they give it up."

Listening to this gorgeous chick talking about her perversion was making Rose's body buzz. Rose knew deep down inside that if Gail wanted her, all she would have to do was take her. Rose hoped she would.

But Gail continued talking.

"I had my first experiences with boys, actually," Gail said. "Then I tried a woman and forgot about the boys."

In a desperate attempt to seem in control of herself, Rose lifted her cup and took a sip.

"Have you ever tried making it with a woman?" Gail asked.

Rose wasn't sure if Gail timed the question so it would have its impact just when Rose was trying to take a sip of coffee. But, in any case, Rose got so flustered she dropped the cup right into her lap.

"Oh," she gasped as she jumped up. "Shit, I don't know why I'm so nervous."

But of course she did know. And so did Gail.

Gail jumped up too. "Oh, you're soaked," she said. "Let me get you a towel."

Rose was a mess. Her skirt was dark with spilled coffee.

"Here, I brought you one of my skirts," Gail said as she came back into the room. "This way you can take that wet skin off and hang it up to dry."

Rose liked the idea. Not that she was eager to put on Gail's skirt. But she loved the idea of showing this chick her shapely legs and smooth thighs.

Rose thanked Gail as she began unfastening the button at the side of her skirt. Her hands were still shaking and it wasn't easy for her to get her skirt unfastened.

Finally, though, Rose had her skirt sliding down her legs.

"Actually, I do know why I'm so nervous," Rose said. "I had hoped to find Jim here so we could hop in bed. I'm rather horny."

As she made that confession, Rose's cheeks burned and her voice quavered. But she was afraid Gail would let her put her skirt on without trying to seduce her.

"You're very beautiful," Gail said as she looked at Rose's naked thighs. "Too bad you're only interested in men."

Now Rose began shaking so violently that Gail could see her tits quivering.

"I never said I was only interested in men," Rose said with great difficulty in a croaking voice.

"DO YOU want to make it with me?" Gail whispered as she approached the shivering Rose.

Rose couldn't say anything. But she didn't have to. Gail came to her and hugged her.

When Rose felt the lesbian's tits pressing beneath her own tits she knew that lesbian sex was for her. And when Gail tilted her face up and kissed Rose, Rose was sure.

Rose found that kissing another woman was much different from kissing men. Maybe it was the way Gail used her tongue, so gently yet tantalizing.

After a long, deep, hungry kiss, Gail told Rose to come to the couch. Rose obeyed like a slave.

"Take your blouse off," Gail said as she pulled her own blouse from her body.

Rose saw that Gail's tits were even nicer than she'd imagined. They were wide and solid. Massive really. And the nipples were huge. Added to the pleasure of seeing Gail's tits, was the joy of showing off her own.

"You have beautiful tits," Gail said as she moved closer to Rose.

"Oh, so do you," Rose said. "Really. Yours are gorgeous, wonderful."

As she gushed about Gail's tits, Rose lifted her hands to grab them. But before taking them into her hands, she stopped. Shyness of lesbian perversion overcame her lust.

"Don't stop," Gail said. "Hold my tits!"

That was all Rose had to hear. She filled her hands with the firm softness of Gail's jugs.

"Oh-Wh-h," Rose gasped. "It's wonderful."

Rose had never suspected that feeling another woman's tits could be so thrilling. Sinking her fingers into Gail's tits and feeling the hard nipples against her palms turned Rose on.

Then Gail put her hands on Rose's tits. And once again Rose found that a woman did things differently than a man. No one had ever held her tits so excitingly as Gail was holding them now.

Gail leaned forward and kissed one of Rose's tits. Rose hugged Gail's head, pulling it into a tight embrace against her knockers. Gail responded by opening her mouth wide and sucking as much of Rose's tit into it as she could.

Even with Gail sucking hard on her tits, Rose could tell that this was a woman's mouth. It was the greatest tit-sucking she'd ever experienced.

They took turns sucking each other's tits. Ai first, Rose merely kissed and licked Gail's tits. But Gail begged her to suck them harder. So Rose let her passion loose and filled her mouth with tit-flesh. What she couldn't fit into her mouth, she grabbed in her hands.

Rose was having the time of her life. And then, she felt Gail reaching for her skirt and pulling it off. She thrilled at what would come next.

"Wait," Gail said as she took her tits from Rose's mouth.

Rose watched Gail stand and drop her skirt to the floor. Dressed only in a pair of tiny panties, Gail looked like the picture of feminine sexuality. Her hips were broad, her tummy flat, and through the sheer material of her panties Rose could see her dark, hairy triangle. Now they were both wearing panties only.

Then Gail pulled off that last garment. Rose stared at Gail's cunt and her mouth watered.

When Gail got back on the couch, she grabbed Rose's panties. Rose lifted her ass so Gail could pull down that last piece of clothing. And as her panties were stripped from her, Rose felt helpless in lesbian perversion.

Gail remained silting upright over Rose's prone body. She put her hands on Rose's stomach and began massaging her. Her eyes moved along with her rubbing hands.

"You're beautiful, perfect," Gail said as she moved her hands over Rose's tits.

Rose lay there, but her brain was flying. As Gail moved her massaging hands down to her fuzzy muff, Rose let her thighs sag open.

Gail leaned over Rose's body and kissed her. Rose grabbed Gail's tits as they rested on her belly.

But then Gail took her tits out of Rose's reach. Rose watched with bulging eyes as Gail moved between her limp legs.

As Gail kissed her way down Rose's stomach and dragged her tits along her thighs. Rose arched her back in preparation for a cunt-lapping. This wasn't going to be just another cunt-lapping, but it was to be her introduction to genuine perversion!

Gail took her time. Before putting her mouth to the soaking gash of Rose's twat, Gail kissed and licked her inner thighs and the bottoms of her asscheeks as they peeked out from beneath her cunt.

Rose squirmed as she felt Gail's tongue traveling around her cunt. It moved along the crease that separated Rose's smooth thighs from her hairy mound.

Then, when Rose was shaking with anticipation, she felt Gail's fingers spread her cunt lips.

At the first touch of Gail's tongue in the crack of Rose's snatch, Rose let out a yelp of joy. At the second touch, Rose sighed. And by the time Gail was running her tongue up and down the wet inner lips, Rose was crying out with intense pleasure.

Rose dug her fingers into Gail's long hair as it spilled over her stomach. The tongue wiggling in her cunt was exhibiting the saint feminine gentleness that Gail's mouth had shown in sucking Rose's tits. And when Rose felt that tongue fluttering over her clit she almost fell off the couch.

Gail put her hands under Rose's thighs and shoved her legs up. That way she could reach higher up Rose's cunt with her tongue.

Rose's whole body was gyrating on the couch to the stirring of the tongue in her twat. And as she squirmed, her tits wobbled heavily from side to side. Her head lolled crazily.

"Oh, Gail," Rose cried. "I've never been eaten like this! It's wonderful? Ah-h-h-h-h-h, God!"

In response, Gail reached up over Rose's body and grabbed one of her tits.

Rose had her eyes tightly shut as she concentrated on what was happening in her pussy. She could feel Gail's tongue moving around the entrance to her cave. Then it would dip into the cave and wiggle around.

When her tongue had brought Rose, to the heights of rapture, Gail began licking her clit. At first, she would give the hard bud of Rose's clit a quick lick between forays into her drooling tunnel, but, gradually, Gail's tongue lingered longer on her love-bud.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h. Suck me!" Rose moaned. "Yeah-h-h-h-h. Lick my clit!"

Gail's head nodded and swiveled between Rose's thighs as her tongue did its work.

And it wasn't long before Rose was feeling an orgasm rising in her.

"Come on, come on," Rose chanted. "I-I'm going to came!"

When Gail heard that, she fluttered her tongue with all her might on Rose's hard clit. She even took the kernel between her teeth and held it where her tongue could give it a good work-out.

"E-e-e-e-e-e," Rose squealed in blinding ecstasy. Rose's body shook so much that Gail had to hold on to her thighs so her face wouldn't be shaken from Rose's cunt.

"Ohhbhh I love it!" Rose moaned. "Oh-hh-h-h."

Gail kept licking Rose's cunt until her tongue ached. Obviously, Rose could keep her orgasm raging for quite a while. And Gail was willing to do her pert. Eventually, after keeping Rose vibrating for about five minutes. Gail decided it was her turn.

So Gail gradually eased up on her clit-sucking. Her tongue retreated to Rose's cave, then gave the inner lips a few last licks.

When Gail lifted her head from Rose's crotch and wiped her hand over her soaking cheeks and chin, she could see that Rose was completely devastated.

Gail lay down beside Rose on the narrow couch. She didn't say anything to Rose, but she was looking at her expectantly.

"That was terrific," Rose said.

But Rose knew that more was expected of her than compliments. She was willing to eat Gail's cunt, it was her first time.

"I'll suck your cunt," Rose told Gail. "But remember, I never did it before. You'll have to tell me if I'm doing something wrong."

"Don't worry," Gail said. "Just do to me what you like having done to your own cunt."

As Rose got into sucking position she felt light headed. But she was also very excited.

By the time Rose could smell Gail's hot juice, her mouth was watering. She made herself comfortable between Gail's legs, resting her tits on one of Gail's thighs.

Then she held the lips of Gail's twat open with her fingers. Rose found that looking into another woman's cunt was a thrilling experience. But she still felt slightly hesitant to stick her tongue into the pink, gaping gash.

"Come on, you'll like it," Gail said in encouragement.

Rose looked up and smiled at Gail. Then she began bringing her head down toward the waiting pussy.

Rose felt the warm mist of fragrant steam rising from Gail's snatch as she stuck out her tongue.

Then Rose felt wet flesh meet her outstretched tongue. And the flavor of pussy-juice filled her mouth.

The first taste was enough to make Rose a confirmed cunt-lapper. To her own surprise, Rose couldn't help throwing herself into the cunt sucking with all her might.

Rather than licking gently and cleverly, as Gail had done. Rose began covering Gail's spread slot with broad laps. From corner to corner, she licked Gail's cunt hungrily.

Rose loved the way Gail's inner lips wiggled beneath her sliding tongue.

"Ah-h-h-h-h, wow!" Gail groaned. "Oh, baby! Um-m-m-m."

Gail's sounds of delight made Rose use her tongue with even more force. If she'd only known how wonderfully thrilling eating a cunt could be, Rose would have started years ago.

With her powerful licking technique, Rose had Gail squirming in a few short minutes.

"I'm going to come!" Gail wailed. "Suck my clit! Harder!"

Rose did as she was told. And Gail seemed to explode. She thrust her cunt up against Rose's face so Rose's tongue was pressing hard on her clit. And Rose struggled to keep her tongue licking.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Gail cried. "Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h."

Rose was feeling so proud of herself! But then Rose heard the door open. Someone was coming in!

Rose's head jerked up from Gail's pussy. She saw Jim standing inside the door. He was frozen with shock.

"Don't stop," Gail yelled as she grabbed at Rose's head, pulling it back down to her spasming cunt.

Rose could imagine how awful it would be for Gail if she stopped licking her cunt now in the middle of her orgasm. But, still, with Jim suddenly watching, it wasn't easy to continue.

Rose tried, though. She kept her tongue out, pressing into Gail's cunt. But it was Gail doing most of the work now. She was bucking her hips, rubbing herself off on Rose's tongue.

"What the fuck?" Jim gasped.

"Wait, Jim, I'm coming!" Gail moaned.

Not knowing what to do, Jim just stood there. Then Gail began to quiet down. Her hip thrusting stopped. And Rose lifted her head.

"Goddamn it, Gail," Jim yelled. "Do you have to spread your perversion everywhere?"

"It was me," Rose said in Gail's defense. "I wanted to."

"Don't be so upset," Gail said calmly. "Rose came over to fuck you. So fuck her now. I'll leave you alone if you'd like."

"Yeah, come on, Jim," Rose said. "This was nothing."

"I'm not going to fuck you now or ever," Jim raged. "Now get out! Both of you!"

"Take it easy." Gail said. "This is no big deal."

But Jim thought it was a big deal. And Rose couldn't blame him. After all, his own sister had cut in on him and his girl friend.

Rose was already getting her clothes on. But before she was buttoned up, Jim took her by the arm and escorted her to the door.

Rose thought that was rather rude. She buttoned up as she rode the elevator to the ground floor. But Rose had the presence of mind to hang around to see if Jim was really going to throw Gail out too.

And in another minute, Gail came out of the building with a suitcase in her hand.

"Gail," Rose called. "You can come home with me if you need a place to stay for a while."