Kathy Andrews
Coming onto mom

CHAPTER ONE

Joan sat in the waiting room with her son, Billy. It was time for his annual checkup. There was nothing wrong with her son that she could see, except he was growing like a weed.

They were the only ones in the waiting room now, and Billy was getting restless. After the last patient had left, the secretary relaxed. She sat behind her desk filing her fingernails, apparently finished with her work for the day. The desk was open in front, and Joan found herself looking at the girl's knees.

It brought back an old memory of when she was a kid. A cousin had spent the night with her, and as girls will, they had begun touching each other, exploring and experimenting.

Gazing at the secretary's knees, Joan recalled the feel of her cousin's body, but especially the smoothness of her thighs, the tightness of her ass, and most of all, the soft wetness of her cousin's cunt.

The girl behind the desk began to squirm her ass on the chair, opening her knees a bit. She didn't give any indication of awareness, Joan thought. She could see between the girl's thighs now almost to her crotch the girl kept filing her nails, and her knees kept opening slowly. Joan felt excitement bubbling between her own thighs. She was wearing jeans, and her legs were crossed. She felt the wetness starting in her own cunt, and began flexing her thighs, creating pressure on her cunt.

She became aware that her son was no longer squirming about restlessly, and glanced at him. Billy's eyes were big, and he, too, was seeing between the girl's legs. For a moment Joan blushed. She had saw the lifting of his cock inside his pants. Turning her eyes back toward the girl, she felt her breath catch in her throat. She could see the girl's panties now, the expanse of her crotch. The girl had opened her legs wide, scooting her ass to the edge of her chair, still filing away at her nails.

Surely the girl realizes she's exposed, Joan thought.

She glanced at her son again, feeling as if she should nudge him, make him stop staring so openly. Yet, she didn't. There was a perverse sensation of pleasure in knowing her son was looking up the girl's dress. She felt her cunt bubbling wetly, and the urge to swing her foot back and forth, bring her cunt to orgasm, was getting strong.

She glanced at her son's lap again, and his cock was now bulging out with an intense hard-on. She had never seen his cock this way before, and she felt a shiver rippling up and down her spine. Her feelings were confused about it. In a way it thrilled her, and in another she felt ashamed. Not ashamed because he had a hard-on, but ashamed because it excited her.

The girl behind the desk held her legs wide apart, her white uniform skirt halfway up her thighs now. Joan gazed into the girl's crotch with burning eyes. She could almost see the outline of her cunt. As it was, she saw dark blonde hair curling from the tight panties, and that caused her emotions to flare with heat. The fact that her son was seeing what she was looking at caused her to tremble.

The office door opened and the doctor stepped out.

The doctor was an exceptionally beautiful woman. She had long hair, a deep auburn color, that swirled about her shoulders. She wore a white smock that hung to her knees, buttoned up. Her tits strained at the smock, but the material was too thick to outline her nipples.

"Ah, Billy," Doctor Nancy said, pleased to see him. "It's been six months already?"

Joan smiled nervously. She noticed the girl behind the desk didn't close her knees, or stop filing her nails.

"Is this your annual, or is something wrong?" Doctor Nancy asked.

"His annual," Joan replied, her voice oddly husky.

"Well, bring him in and let's check him over, Joan…"

Joan was embarrassed for her son when he stood and his cock bulged out in hardness. But Doctor Nancy smiled and stepped aside to allow them into her office. Billy jumped up on the examination table as usual, knees apart, feet swinging.

"Now, Billy," Doctor Nancy said. "You know better than this. You always undress first."

Grinning, Billy removed his shirt, then jumped to the floor and slipped his pants down, taking them from his feet. He wore Jockey shorts, and his cock strained at the white fabric. He showed no embarrassment whatsoever.

Doctor Nancy grinned, then said to Joan: "Maybe it would be best if you waited outside, Joan. Billy is getting big, it seems, and we don't want to embarrass him."

Joan had been gazing at her son's cock as it pressed against his shorts. A small tremor went through her. She turned and walked back into the waiting room, taking her same seat. The girl was still filing at her nails, still with her knees apart, still exposing the tight crotch of her panties.

Now the girl smiled at Joan.

Joan smiled back, a bit nervously. The girl began to swing her knees, never closing them completely. Joan's eyes burned between those creamy thighs, and she swallowed, the sound seeming awfully loud in the small waiting room.

The girl stood and went to the door, turning the lock. "If I don't lock the door after hours," the girl said, "we get people trying to come in."

She went back to her desk, again opening her legs. Only this time she didn't file her nails. She stared at Joan, running her tongue suggestively over her lips.

"Your son had a hard-on," the girl whispered.

"What?" Joan asked, jumping from the bluntness of the words.

"I said, your son's cock was hard." "Oh! Oh, yes, I suppose it was." "Hey, come on," the girl grinned. "All the boys get a hard-on once in a while. It's no big deal."

Joan felt faint. Why was this girl talking to her this way? Why was she exposing her cunt this way? What was going on, anyway?

She had been in this waiting room many times, but the girl had never acted so brazenly before. She didn't even know the girl's name, for that matter.

"You're showing yourself deliberately," Joan blurted.

"Of course I am," the girl said with a lewd grin.

"But… why?" Joan asked.

The girl slipped her hand under the desk and openly caressed the tight crotch of her panties. "Because I enjoy it. I can make the little cocks become very hard that way. Most of the mothers never notice. But you did."

The girl's voice was low and suggestive. She ran her palm up and down the crotch of her panties. They gazed at each other for a tense moment.

"I'm a cunt licker," the girl said.

Joan jumped, her eyes widening.

"What… what did you say?" she mumbled.

"I said I'm a cunt licker," the girl said firmly. "I eat cunt. You know what that means, surely."

Joan found herself nodding her head. This was crazy, she thought. But the tension of sexual desire seemed heavy in the small waiting room. Her cunt was burning as it never had before. She wanted to fling her legs apart and claw at her own cunt, and if it had not been for the tight jeans, she suspected she would have done so.

"You want to get sucked?" the girl asked bluntly. "I suck cunt real good."

"No… no, thank you," Joan whispered politely, wondering what was wrong with her.

She saw the girl slide the crotch of her panties to one side, showing her cunt. It was beautiful, Joan thought. The cunt hair was silky and thick, the lips of her pussy thick and wet. The girl used both her hands to part the hairy cuntlips, showing her steamy, rigid clit. She slipped a finger into her cunt and began to finger-fuck slowly, without any shame on her face.

"Are you sure?" the girl whispered. "The doctor will be some time with your son, and I especially love to suck a mother's cunt."

Joan didn't reply. She was fascinated to see this pretty young girl fingering her pussy.

The girl pulled her hands away and stood up. She came to Joan, sitting in a chair next to her. Joan trembled as the girl put her arm about her shoulders, but she didn't protest. The girl tipped her head up by the chin, and Joan gasped when she felt those hot, moist lips on hers. She felt the girl's tongue pressing at her lips, and then the tongue was inside her mouth. At the same time, a hand cupped her tit, and a gurgle came from her throat. The girl squeezed her tit tenderly, feeling of it.

"Nice," the girl whispered into Joan's ear, the tip of her tongue licking slowly. Joan sat still when the girl moved her hand into her blouse, shoving her bra away. When she had Joan's tit free, she leaned down and ran her tongue in a hot, wet circle about the stiffening nipple. As the girl sucked gently on her tit, she found her hand being pulled, the girl had worked her own skirt up, and the warmth of a bare thigh was on Joan's palm. She felt the girl pulling her hand upward, felt her licking and sucking on her tit, and she couldn't stop it. Her hand was pressed into the crotch of the girl's panties, and the wet heat seemed to envelop Joan.

"Lovely titties," the girl whispered as she opened Joan's blouse. "Beautiful titties."

The girl kissed each of Joan's tits in turn, then slipped to the floor on her knees. Joan sobbed once as the girl began to unzip her jeans. She wanted to stop this now, yet she didn't.

Her jeans opened, and now Joan wished she had worn panties. The girl held her jeans open, her tongue running along Joan's quivering stomach, into the mass of pussy hair. She felt the tickling sensation as the girl tried to work her way downward, but the jeans stopped her. Getting to her feet, the girl took hold of Joan's hand.

"Come over here," she said in a whispery voice.

Joan found herself responding, almost in a daze. She was taken to the desk, but before sitting on it, the girl shoved her jeans down to her feet.

"Oooh, beautiful," the girl murmured, running her hands up and down Joan's curvy hips and smooth thighs. "So beautiful. I love a beautiful cunt. I bet you have a juicy pussy."

Joan found herself sitting on the desk, watching with unfocused eyes as the girl pulled one leg of her jeans off a foot. The girl parted Joan's legs, moving her face between them. Her tongue licked lightly at the inner surfaces of Joan's thighs. Joan began to whimper, but not with distaste. She whimpered with anticipation of that tongue on her pussy.

"You smell good, too," the girl murmured, sliding her tongue along Joan's thigh.

Joan jumped when the girl pressed her mouth into her cunt, kissing it with a wet heat. Holding Joan's thighs, the girl began licking her tongue up and down Joan's cunt, flicking at the distended clit.

"Oh, my God!" Joan whimpered, her eyes rolling in her head. She couldn't believe this was happening to her that she was giving in, and so fast. "Oooh, God!"

She looked down at the girl, seeing her gleaming hair, the eyes closed. The girl held her hips, stroking them lightly as her tongue began to swirl about the juicy cunt slit. The wicked tongue scraped up and down, from the base of Joan's cunt to the tip of her throbbing clit. When the girl closed her soft, hot lips about her clit and began sucking almost tenderly on it, Joan whimpered sad pulled her legs up. Draping them over the girl's shoulder, she squeezed her silky thighs against the girl's face, her ass beginning to move.

"Oh, yes," Joan hissed, racking her hips up and down, feeling the girl's tongue slid about her bubbling cunt. "Oh, G… yes!"

The girl moaned softly as her tongue dipped back and forth, probing between the hair-lined lips of Joan's pussy. The tongue flicked and fluttered along each puffy, juicy lip of Joan's pussy, sucking away the wetness. Joan's ass moved up and down slowly, making tight circles of delight. She stared down her body, seeing the girl's nose buried, pressing into the thick cunt hair. Not once did the girl open her eyes. Joan felt her hands caressing the smooth curves of her ass, her hips, as the tongue licked and teased.

The girl drew back about half an inch, gurgling sounds coming from her. She opened her mouth wide, then pressed her lips into Joan's cunt again, sucking. The sensation sent a ripple of ecstasy through Joan's body. It felt to her as if the girl was sucking every drop of cunt juice from her body.

"Oh, yes, yes!" Joan hissed, grinding her pussy into the girl's mouth. In the back of her mind, she told herself this was crazy, insane, but her body, her cunt, told her different. She glanced toward the door to the doctor's office. It could open at any time, and she would be caught here. Caught on the receptionist's desk, her pants dangling from one foot, legs wide, grinding her cunt into this exquisitely lovely girl's sucking mouth.

She was afraid of being caught, but her pussy was guiding her now. The ecstasy of the girl's lips and tongue made the fear fade.

The girl suddenly fucked her tongue into Joan's cunt.

"Ohhh!"

The girl's tongue fucked deep, very deep. It seemed impossible for a tongue to be so long, yet it seemed to be touching the very depths of her body. The tongue licked at the wet, satiny walls of her cunt, drew back and swirled about her distended clit wickedly. Joan humped her ass up, squealing softly, trying not to make much noise.

The ecstasy grew swiftly as the girl sucked and licked at her cunt. The tongue seemed to be everywhere at the same time – inside her cunt, lapping the puffy, hairy pussy lips, twisting about Joan's intensely inflamed clit. She hunched her ass up, grinding into the girl's face. Her fingers curled around the edges of the desk, gripping until her knuckles were white. She was gasping and mewling, twisting her head from side to side.

"Oooo, you'll… ahhh, so good!" Joan moaned. "Your tongue… so deep!"

The girl ran her tongue into Joan's cunt, twisting it in circles. Her hands held the cheeks of Joan's ass, stroking it, caressing it. The touches on her ass excited Joan as much as the tongue did. Squeezing her hot, smooth thighs tightly about the girl's head, she bucked her hips up and down, fucking the girls tongue, groaning as her orgasm began boiling someplace deep inside her body. She turned loose of the desk, her hands rushing to the girl's head. She pulled the cunt-eating face tightly into her pussy, churning her ass in circles.

"More," she whimpered. "Oooo, give me more! P… please, harder!"

The girl curled her fingers into Joan's ass cheeks, squeezing them, her tongue thrusting back and forth like a cock, tongue-fucking Joan. The swifter the tongue fucked her, the better the ecstasy. Joan had to stuff the knuckles of her hand into her mouth to keep from screaming wildly. Her cunt had never felt so sensitive before, the pleasure never so good.

The girl kneeling between Joan's thighs was breathing heavily, the heat of her breath searing the curls of Joan's cunt. The fingers tightened on Joan's ass. Joan felt a finger near her puckered asshole. There was a fire growing between her long, slim thighs, a fire that was threatening to consume her.

"I'm about to… ahhh, deeper! Go deeper! Yes, yes… deep and hard! Do it fast… lick me hard and fast! I think I'm going to… come!"

The girl moaned, pressing her mouth hard into Joan's hairy cunt, her tongue darting in and out rapidly. Joan bucked and twisted mindlessly. She was again clutching the girl's head, pulling her face as tight as she could into her cunt, her ass grinding furiously. The moist sounds of the girl's sucking mouth seemed so loud in the small waiting room.

Joan bit into her bottom lip as her impending orgasm became almost more than she could stand. The ecstasy was driving her out of her mind. She was so close to coming, so very close.

Suddenly, her crotch jerked, smashing her cunt into the girl's face. The eruption was unbelievable. Every inch of Joan's slender body exploded with the most intense ecstasy she had ever experienced. She cried out as she came, her cunt gripping in tight contractions about the girl's thrusting tongue. She felt a pressure against her asshole, and a sob of pleasure came from her when the girt unexpectedly rammed her finger up her ass. This unusual sensation triggered another orgasm in Joan, and she began to sob with the intense explosions. She was coming in such intense waves of ecstasy, she hardly realized this exquisite girl was fucking her in the ass with her finger as her tongue fucked her cunt.

As the orgasms began to fade, she was only vaguely aware when the girl slipped her finger out of her ass, when she pulled her tongue from the tightness of her cunt. She lay limply on the desk, mewling softly as the girl kissed and licked at her inner thighs, the tip of her tongue swirling up and down the sides of her cunt lips.

"So sweet," the girl whispered, stroking her fingers through the cunt hair. "You have a sweet, hot cunt. And so juicy!"

The girl pressed her face once again into Joan's still-twitching cunt, it. Then the girl stood, caressing her hands along Joan's thighs to her stomach. Joan stirred, scooting off the desk and bending to pull her jeans on. The girl stroked her ass, then moved behind the desk as Joan pulled her jeans up and buttoned them, tugging the zipper upward.

She looked at the girl, who returned to her chair, sitting down primly. The girl ignored ha, and Joan began to wonder if it had really happened. She pecked under the desk, and the girl had her knees closed, her short white uniform skirt pulled down.

Impossible, she told herself. It was just a wild daydream. It didn't happen at all…