"Hot mom,hot daughters" - читать интересную книгу автора (Logan Brad)

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next day, Pete called Ann. He told her it was important that he speak to her and asked if he could come over again.

"Sure, any time." Ann said. "You can come over even if I'm not there. Use the key under the mat."

So after dinner, Pete told his parents he had to go back to the library. In a half-hour he was taking Ann's key from beneath her door mat and letting himself into her apartment. He put the key back under the mat and went in. No one was there.

Pete sat down and flipped through a magazine. Even though Ann wasn't home, her sexy spirit seemed to fill the place. From where he sat on the couch, Pete could look into the bedroom at the bed where he'd had so much pleasure. And the door of Ann's perfume lingered, teasing the teen.

He got up and paced back and forth. His prick was stirring already, but Ann wasn't going to be back for a half-hour. Jerking off, although tempting, would be foolish. After all, Ann could take care of his lust much better than he could.

But as he passed the bathroom door, he noticed that there was still an assortment of her underwear hanging about. So he began examining those sexy garments. Some of the panties were little more than two triangles of flimsy material held together with a few ribbons. Pete lifted each one and held it up, imagining Ann's cunt and ass packed into it.

After that diversion, he went into her bedroom. The empty bed, unmade and inviting, taunted his passion. He sat down on it, imagining all the fucking that had taken place there. Then he went to Ann's dresser and looked at all the bottles and jars of make-up.

For a reason he didn't understand, he opened her top drawer. It was filled with more underwear, a sea of shining fabric. He dipped his hand into it as he would into a stream of cold water.

Among the silky garments, Pete found a hard object which he pulled out. He knew what it was because he'd seen them advertised in magazines. It was a vibrating dildo! White, long and fat, shaped like a rocket, it felt heavy and slick in his hand. There was a switch on it's base. Pete tuned it on and it began to vibrate in his palm.

He could see, in his fevered mind, Ann slipping this thing up her hot pussy. He put it back and closed the drawer before he lost control. Or was it too late for that? He was getting some pretty kinky ideas.

More restlessly horny than before, Pete went back into the bathroom and looked again at the sexy underwear. What if he tried on a pair of those tiny panties? It seemed like fun, and he was already panting merely from the thought of such a weird notion.

There was no stopping now! With his heart pounding and his breath rasping, he stripped off his pants. Then he pulled a pink nylon pair of underpants on. As he tucked his stiff prick in, Pete realized how much pleasure there was in the simplest, but kinkiest, activities.

In the big mirror on the bathroom door, he examined, himself. It was a weird sight, and he had to admit Ann looked much better in these garments than he did. Still, it was fabulously exciting!

Next, he pulled off his shirt and strapped on one of her tiny bras. It looked silly, the empty cups stretched across his chest. But it felt good.

He tried on a few other pairs of undies. Then, wearing a sheer black pair, he pulled on a slip. The cool fabric hanging around his legs excited him. No wonder chicks were such sexy creatures, he thought. Who wouldn't be with this stuff on?

Pete lifted the front of the slip and pulled his prick out over the top of the undies. His big cock protruding from the folds of delicate nylon looked out of place, but Pete liked the strange sight.

He grabbed his prick. His cock jerked in his grip. It would be fun to jerk off while wearing those garments, he thought. But he hated to waste an orgasm when Ann would be back so soon and would, no doubt, fuck him. So Pete tried on a few more things. Finally, he was outfitted with garterbelt, stockings, and high heels.

This perversion was so engrossing that he forgot about the time. And when he heard the key in the door, he was in Ann's room admiring himself in the mirror.

As the door opened, Pete was filled with panic. He looked around for a place to hide, but there, was none. His only hope was to dash for the bathroom and close the door before Ann saw him. So he ran through the bedroom door into the hallway. He crashed right into Ann, and they both fell backwards.

"What are you doing?" Ann cried as she gathered herself together. "Oh!"

She looked down at the teen who lay sprawled with her slip thrown up, revealing her garterbelt and undies.

"Well, you certainly look sexy!" she said. "My, my!"

Pete was glad she was taking it so calmly. But he was mortified nevertheless.

"I… I was just trying these things on," he gasped. "I was waiting for you and… and there wasn't anything to do, so…"

"That's all right, Pete," she said. "What ever turns you on."

"It doesn't turn me on! I'm not a fag or anything, you know! I just… just…"

"I didn't say you were a fag," Ann said as she got up off the floor. "I know you're not a fag. A lot of guys like to put on women's underwear. It's perfectly all right. In fact, I think you look good. It's exciting!"

"Really?" he asked.

"Get up and let me have a good look at you," she said.

Pete felt ridiculous, but he got up and turned around, showing Ann how he looked dressed in her things.

"Your prick is spoiling the lines," she said. "But you look good. My cunt's getting wet just from the sight!"

"Really?" Pete asked, feeling less embarrassed. "Yeah! I'm surprised how much it's getting to me," she said. "Hey, how about doing a strip for me?"

"No," Pete laughed. "I've got to get out of these things."

"No!" she called as he reached for the snap of the bra. "Really. Do a strip. Please!"

Pete hated to turn her down after all the things she'd done for him. But he couldn't strip like a chick.

Ann ran to the record player and started some music. Then she began dancing, bouncing her tits in her tight blouse and wiggling her denim-clad hips. She danced over to Pete, took him by the hands, and started him dancing.

She was relaxing him, exciting him, and he let his hips wiggle to the beat of the music. The more he danced, the more fun it was and the less embarrassed he felt. But he wasn't yet ready to do a striptease.

"Wiggle your hips more. That's it," Ann instructed. "Now turn around."

Pete did what she said, and soon he was caught up in the game.

"Wiggle your ass," she coached. "More. Make it jiggle!"

Pete did, feeling his ass shaking in her underwear. This was fun, he discovered, more fun than merely putting on a show for himself!

"Wooow!" Ann hollered in delight. "Take it off. Take it off!"

Now Pete was trying to make this as exciting for her as he could. He remembered how the strippers at the Kingston Hotel had stripped as he watched from the roof, and he imitated them.

After wiggling around, he reached behind him and unsnapped the bra. He held it to his flat chest though letting his nipples peek out a bit. Then he pulled it away from his chest and swung it around.

"Yeahhhhh!" Ann yelled.

He danced around, then began lowering the slip. Slowly, he pulled it down his narrow hips and let it fall to the floor. Then he stepped out of it. Left with the garterbelt, stockings, and underpants, he looked sexier than, ever.

He unfastened the garters one by one. Then he sat down on the arm of a chair just as Mrs. Clark had, and slowly rolled the stockings down his legs. When they were off, he danced about again and took off the garterbelt.

Now he only had the tiny bikini undies covering his ass and cock. But his hard prick was holding the front of the undies away from his stomach.

"Take it off!" Ann screamed. "But do it slowly."

Pete turned his back on the chick and slowly peeled the back of the undies down over his ass. Then he wiggled his asscheeks again. He turned facing her, his prick still hidden, even though the front of the panties throbbed with the hardness of his cock.

Then he turned his back to her and let the undies fall to his feet. He picked them up, draped them over his standing prick, then turned around.

"Pete! You're terrific!" Ann yelled. "Yahoooo!"

Pete was having a ball. And he was tremendously excited!

With the undies hanging over his twitching prick, Pete danced toward Ann on the couch. But when she reached out to pull the undies from his prick, he stepped back, still wiggling and thrusting his hips to the music.

"Oh, you're driving me crazy!" she said as she sprang forward for the undies again.

This time she got them and pulled them from his cock. But Pete kept dancing. He swung his prick around as he danced and spun around the room.

"My cunt is soaking wet!" Ann said. "Now I know how the guys in the audience feel when I strip."

Pete was getting winded. So he decided to end his number by throwing himself onto the couch beside Ann. He landed with his legs draped over her lap, his prick beside her.

"God! That was exciting!" Ann said as she grabbed his prick. "I never thought seeing a guy strip would be so exciting!"

She bent over him, bringing her face to his cock. She sucked him hard, hungrily!

As Pete caught his breath from the dancing, he lost it to the excitement of having his prick sucked.

He thought about the guys in the audience at the Kingston Hotel, how horny they must be after seeing Ann strip, and how much they would envy him right now.

As she sucked him, Ann took his balls into her hand. Her fingers reached below them to his asshole. When Pete felt her tickling him back there, he spread his thighs wider.

Then Ann lifted her face from his prick and pulled her hand from his balls. She held her finger to her mouth and drooled spit on it, then grabbed his balls again and put her wet finger to his asshole. Pete's eyes widened as he felt her finger pressing oft his tight asshole!

She was sucking him again, and her finger was slipping into his ass.

"Ahhhhh!" Pete moaned with surprised glee.

After all he'd experienced with Ann, Barb, and their mother, there was still more to learn. Where would it end? Pete shuddered as he thought about it. Meanwhile, he thrilled to the finger wiggling in his ass.

With her free hand, Ann unbuttoned her blouse. Pete sat up and helped her take it off as she continued sucking him with a finger up his ass. But to get her pants off, she had to release the teen and stand up.

She pulled down her pants and undies quickly. And when she got back onto the couch, she did so with her head at Pete's prick and her crotch at his face.

So Pete stuck his tongue into her pussy gash as she resumed sucking his prick. And when she stuck her finger back into his asshole, he reached for her ass, too.

"Mmmmmm!" Ann hummed when his finger found her puckered ass.

As he ate her cunt, Pete watched his finger at her ass, a few inches in front of his eyes. He managed to get just the very tip of his finger into her dry asshole. So he dipped it into her wet cunt and smeared her fuck juice over her asshole. The next time he tried sticking his finger in, it slipped in smoothly.

"Nnnnnn!" Ann moaned, muffled by the prick in her mouth.

Pete liked having his finger up her ass. And he liked the way her finger felt in his ass, too. He began to wonder if his prick would fit in there. Her asshole was tight, but could be stretched.

They ate each other leisurely as they kept exploring each other's ass. Their lust rose steadily. But they kept their sucking and lapping slow and gentle, not wanting to bring each other off too soon.

Rather than tickle Ann's clit, Pete kept his tongue circling and probing her pussy. Ann held his prick in her mouth, but only lightly licked it with her tongue. Still, the wiggling fingers in each of their asses made them hotter by the minute!

"Pete, do you want to fuck me up the ass?" Ann asked softly.

His heart skipped a beat. "Sure!" he said.

They crawled up out of their sixty-nine position and pulled their fingers from each others ass.

Ann lay on her back with her thighs spread. Pete kneeled between her legs and lowered his saliva soaked prick to her ass. He saw her cunt lips between her thighs and her asshole was just visible between her wide, creamy cheeks.

"Smear some more cunt juice on my ass," she said. "And put some on your cock too."

So Pete reached down between her thighs and dipped his fingers into her loose cunt lips. He brought some juice to her asshole and pushed his slippery fingers into it. Then he spread some of the slippery cream on his prick.

He was ready. Ann reached around her ass and spread her cheeks. Her asshole lay exposed, and Pete aimed his fat cockhead at it.

When his prick was pressed to her puckered aperture, he bore down on it. Ann grabbed his shaft and helped.

"Ohhhhh!" she cried as her ass began stretching around the fat cockhead.

Pete, watching his prick sinking, gasped too. Her asshole was such a tight fit his prick sank slowly. Her asshole muscle resisted penetration, but, beyond that constriction, her ass was comfortable and cozy.

"That's deep enough!" Ann said desperately before Pete's hips reached her asscheeks.

Pete was wild with lust. Her ass felt so good and the idea of fucking her this way was so kinky, the teen was out of his mind with passion!

But when he began fucking, pulling and pushing his prick in her ass, he found how glorious buggery was! This was nothing like fucking a wet and tender pussy. This fuck hole was hard and tight and dry – the wrong hole, but a fabulously exciting one!

"Aaaaaaa!" Ann sang as he fucked her ass.

Each thrust of his prick was deeper until Pete's hips were slapping against Ann's plump asscheeks.

"Ohhhhh! Yessss!" she gasped passionately.

"Uhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhh!" Pete moaned with each lunge.

He was going to come! Her asshole was bringing him to a powerful climax fast!

"Ahhhhh! Oh, God!" he cried as he filled her ass with jism.

His fuck cream lubricated his prick's fucking, making it possible to keep fucking her a while longer. But her tight asshole muscle was driving him crazy, making his prick too tender to last.

Ann moaned.

As Pete slowed his fucking, Ann reached back and grabbed his hand. She pulled it roughly around her hip, and tucked it down to her cunt. Pete knew what she wanted – he began diddling her clit.

As soon as he did that, her ass started bucking, making him bounce and making his prick fuck again.

"Ahhhhh!" Pete cried as his prick sent currents of lust through him like lightning through a lightning rod, to be grounded in his overloaded brain.

His finger made Ann hit an orgasm, and she could rage with ecstasy for quite a while, Pete knew. But how long could he stand to have her asshole wringing his spent prick?

"Eeeeee!" she wailed as she came.

She kept bucking wildly, shaking her asshole over Pete's prick. He was bouncing crazily. But he kept massaging her clit with his finger.

Finally, as Ann's body spasmed, she squeezed his prick from her ass suddenly.

"Ahhhh!" Pete yelled in pain, but it didn't hurt enough to matter.

Ann kept bouncing until her orgasm burned itself out. Pete was relieved when she was still again.

"That was wonderful, wasn't it?" she cooed.

Pete agreed.

"After your strip, we had to do something special, didn't we?" she asked. "Um-m-m-m-m. I love taking it up the ass!"

They stayed as they were for a while, then Ann wiggled out from beneath Pete's weight.

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah. Gee, I almost forgot about it again," he said. "It's about Barb. She won't talk to me since she caught me and your mom fucking."

"You and Mom?" Ann asked, shocked. "You fucked my mother?"

Pete was surprised at Ann's tone of voice. He'd assumed she knew from either Barb or her mother.

"I thought you knew," he said. "Your mother put on a striptease for me, then we fucked. Barb came in and caught us."

Ann got up and began pacing back and forth. She seemed to be thinking. Pete watched her naked body, but he was too much in suspense to enjoy it.

"Gee, Pete," Ann said. "I don't know. I feel sort of creepy; I mean, I never fucked anyone who's fucked my mother. It's sort of like incest."

Pete was horrified. If Ann wouldn't fuck him anymore, he would be out in the cold without even Barb's tits to comfort him. But could Ann, this lusty chick, really be so upset about his fucking her mother?

"We were looking at her scrapbook," Pete explained. "Then she put on a striptease, and we both got hot. It was nothing really."

"I'll have to think about this," Ann said. "I don't know if you should go out with Barb after fucking our mother. It doesn't seem right, somehow."

"Ann, come on," Pete said. "What's the big deal?"

"I've got to get back to work," she said. "Let me think this over and give you a call." Pete dressed. But he felt hollow. Ann's tone was suddenly cold and distant, unlike he'd ever heard her before. All the way home, Pete wished he'd gone to the library instead, even though he had a thrilling time with Ann.