David Crane: I saw Mommy kissing…

A trickle of preliminary spunk oozed from the cleft of his cockhead.

"Oooooh!" Catherine whimpered.

She drew back slightly, watching that solitary nugget of quick silvery cum run sluggishly down the slope of his prick-knob and onto his cockshaft. Then she gathered it up with her tongue. She let the tasty drop of precum slip around on her tongue for a moment, savoring the flavor and the texture, then she swallowed it down happily.

It made her ravenous for more cum.

She kissed the tip of his prick and then slowly spread her lips apart, feeding cock into her mouth.

She began to suck steadily on the burning prick-knob.

His cock expanded, filling her mouth said that the hot cockmeat pressed into both of her cheeks at the same time. As she sucked, her cheeks hollowed in. Her tongue slipped round his prick-knob, lovingly lapping as she slurped. Her lips peeled outwards, dragging and pulling.

Now she began to rub her cunt to a froth.

She was using both hands on her frenzied crotch, rubbing her rigid cm with one hand and finger-fucking up her hot fuck-hole with the other. She pushed three fingers up, turning them around inside her pussy. Her clit was like a stick of dynamite ready to explode.

Robert began to moan and whimper in his sleep.

Catherine would have loved to know what dark dreams were drifting through his mind, induced by her hot mouth.

She was ready to come.

She held back, wanting him to come with her. She knew it would not be long now. His prick was swelling alarmingly, filling her mouth with steaming cockmeat. A steady trickle of spunk poured onto her tongue, heralding the load that was on the way. She let the cum run down her throat, whetting her appetite. She began to move her head up and down a little, feeding cock into her gullet and sucking on every precious inch as the cockmeat went in and out.

"Come," she whispered, the word muffled on his prickmeat. She was speaking not to his ears but to his prick. "Come for me, darling – come in my mouth – give me all that hot, thick jism…"

Robert groaned.

His balls suddenly contracted.

The heavy flood of cum rushed up his prickrod and spurted from his cockhead, filling her mouth with delicious, slippery fuck cream. Catherine gasped with joy. She gulped his cum down to make room for more. He blew a second mighty geyser into her gullet. The hot jism overflowed her lips and poured down her chin. She sucked away merrily, drinking mouthful after mouthful of cum with voracious greed.

Her pussy melted.

Hot cunt juice flooded from her pussy and saturated her crotch. Cunt juice seeped down into the crack of her taut ass and poured down the mammoth slopes of her thighs. Her hands worked furiously, rubbing and finger-fucking as she worked off her wonderful climax, gulping down jism atone end and creaming out cunt juice at the other.

Catherine milked his balls dry.

She drained her cunt.

Then she used her tongue to gather up the stray drops of spunk that had escaped her lips and run down onto his cock and balls. She didn't waste a single drop of the yummy stuff.

Sleepy now in the glowing aftermath of her climax, Catherine curled up beside Robert, snuggling close. He was still asleep. He was smiling contentedly.

It must have been a very nice dream, she thought.

"Did you have a nice time last night?" Catherine asked her daughter, at the breakfast table.

Robert was still upstairs, sleeping late.

Joanne shrugged.

Joanne was a very pretty girl. She looked a great deal like her mother, with the same tawny hair and green eyes and sensual mouth. Her body was slim, pert and nubile – with firm little tits that pressed out saucily against her blouse and a trim ass shaped like an inverted valentine molded by her tight jeans.

"You don't seem very enthusiastic," Catherine said. She was curious about the details.

Joanne shrugged again.

"You were out quite late," said Catherine.

Joanne blushed slightly. "Johnny wouldn't bring me home."

"Oh?" Catherine said, raising an eyebrow, interested.

"We went to a movie and then he wanted to go park. You know?" Joanne said, looking a trifle embarrassed.

Catherine knew now. She smiled. "And did you?" she asked. "Yess-yes. I didn't want to, really. But he just drove out to this place in the country, and I didn't have much choice in the matter. Nothing happened, of course. But, he's all hands."

Catherine felt oddly disappointed. "Anyhow, I spent most of the evening pushing his hands away," Joanne went on. "First in the movie and then in the car. He was going to make me get out and walk home unless I let him feel me up. So I had to let him play with my tits for a while, to keep him happy."

Catherine smiled.

"Oh? Did you enjoy it?"

"Well, gee – I mean, it feels kind of nice when a boy rubs your tits, I guess. But I'm not that sort of girl."

Catherine wondered if the girl was telling her the truth.

She thought about Johnny Watson playing with Joanne's tits.

"Didn't he expect you to do anything? You know – to play with his cock, maybe?"

"Oh, Mom!"

"Well, it's natural," Catherine said.

Now Joanne was really blushing deeply. "He made me jerk him off," she said. "Did he? Tell me about it."

"Well, he said I would have to get out of the car if I didn't. And we were way out in the country. And he wouldn't take no for an answer. So, finally, I took his cock out and pumped it up and down and he shot all over my legs."

"Didn't he try to – fuck you?" Catherine asked, intrigued.

Joanne naturally assumed that her mother's interest was in her welfare and chastity, not realizing it was a lustful interest.

"No," she said. "I think he's a virgin, really. Anyhow, he was satisfied with a hand-job, thank heavens."

"Are you seeing him again?"

"I don't think so – although I had to tell him I would. He's just too interested in sex."

This conversation was making Catherine horny again.

With vicarious fascination, she wished that her daughter had more to confess – or to admit. She would have loved to hear that Joanne had been fucked or had given the boy a blow-job.

She would have loved to give the boy a blowjob, herself, as a matter of fact.

Robert was still in bed.

Catherine decided to go back upstairs and get fucked.

Robert was just about to get out of bed. He had pulled the covers off and was just going to sit up when Catherine came into the bedroom. He noticed the gleam in her jade-green eyes, and he knew from long experience what that signified. He grinned at her and stayed where he was, naked and uncovered.

Catherine closed the door.

She was wearing a dressing gown – nothing else. She slipped it off as she advanced onto the bed. Robert watched her. His prick was not erect. It hung down in a fat loop along his thigh. But now his cock began to twitch a bit, rising as if it were a periscope elevating to observe the approach of the naked woman.

It was a sight worth seeing. Her pelvis swayed and her big, firm tits rolled together, forming a deep cleavage at the inner circumference of the tit globes. Her tits were almost too large for her slender torso. Her pussy mound was bushy, a tangled, curly thicket of light brown hair gently rounded at the apex of her sleek thighs. The flesh of her inner thighs glistened.

She sat on the edge of the bed.

"What are you after?" Robert asked, grinning.

"Cock," she said.

He raised up and slurped one of her stiff nipples into his mouth. He sucked and the taut bud stiffened more.

"Ummm," she sighed, cradling his head to her tit.

His prick was at half-mast now, not fully erect. She decided that he was in need of some stimulation.

"Joanne was just telling me about her date last night, darling. That naughty Watson boy made her jack him off before he'd drive her home. It made me horny."