David Crane: I saw Mommy kissing…

Catherine Weatherby wondered if her daughter was getting fucked. The girl was out on a date and it was after midnight. It was the sort of thing that a mother wondered about.

Catherine wasn't worried, however. She loved fucking, herself. She assumed that her daughter would inherit her sexual inclinations, but she wasn't sure if the girl had started fucking yet, or was still a virgin. Catherine didn't care. In fact, it made her horny to imagine the girl getting fucked with a big, hard prick. She liked to think about it. She liked to play with her pussy while she thought about her daughter getting fucked, in all the graphic detail her imagination could supply.

She thought about it now.

Catherine was in bed with her husband, Robert.

Robert was asleep.

Didn't he wonder why their daughter, Joanne, was not tome yet?

She wondered if her husband, too, liked to think about the girl getting fucked. She hoped so. She liked to imagine Robert beating his meat while he considered his daughter's sexual behavior. It excited her to think of her husband masturbating – although he certainly didn't have to jack off, because Catherine's cunt was always available, and never once had she refused him a fuck. But still – it was a pleasant speculation. And, too, Catherine got all the prick she wanted from Robert and still enjoyed giving herself the odd hand-job, so what the hell.

Catherine was thirty-six.

She was a beautiful woman with a mane of tawny hair, slanted eyes the color of jade and a wide, sensuous mouth. Her tits were large and firm, capped by big, usually stiff nipples. Her legs were long, smooth and shapely. They seemed to have been designed expressly for the purpose of wrapping themselves around a man's flanks as he fucked in between. Her pussy was a caldron most of the time.

Before she married Robert, Catherine had been quite promiscuous, to the delight of the many men who dated her.

She had not cheated on Robert since they were wed, however.

She had thought about committing adultery and the idea was exciting, but she hadn't actually done it. She wasn't sure why, but she knew a large part of it was the fact that her husband was possessed of the biggest prick she had ever seen. That huge hunk of cockmeat was his main asset – and the main reason why she had married Robert instead of one of the other men who had proposed.

She didn't regret it.

But she did like to think about fucking other men.

Lying awake, on her back, Catherine cupped her hand over her crotch and squeezed gently. She wasn't really finger-fucking herself. She was just petting her pussy. Her cunt responded to her caress. The lips of her cunt unfurled like the petals of a pink blossom and the cunt slit opened into an oval slot that filled up with creamy cunt juice. Her clit began to tingle.

She thought about waking Robert for a fuck.

Or should she just finger-fuck herself, instead?

Robert, too, was lying on his back. Catherine reached across his hips and sought his prick. It was not hard, but even soft it was an impressive hunk of cockmeat. She stroked his prick with her fingertips and smiled as she felt it tense and tremble, awakening even though its master was still sound asleep.

A car pulled up in front of the house.

The engine was running. Catherine listened. After a few minutes, the car door closed and she heard Joanne walk up the front steps onto the porch. The car left. The front door opened. Joanne came in and came directly up to bed. Catherine heard her go down the hallway.

It was after one now. Catherine grinned wickedly. She figured that Joanne must have been doing something. If she wasn't fucking, she had at least been doing some heavy petting. The girl was certainly old enough to know what cocks were for. She had been out with a boy who had his own car and looked like a horny rascal.

Catherine had lost her own cherry when she was quite young.

She hadn't regretted it in the slightest. Far from it. She was glad to get rid of the damned thing. It had happened in the back seat of a convertible with a boy who could hardly believe it when she let him go all the way. He had been a virgin, too. Catherine hadn't liked him very much, really – he just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

She had decided that morning that it was time to get fucked.

The boy had called and asked for a date a few minutes after she had made that decision.

So he got to fuck her.

After that, Catherine fucked every boy and man that took her out, usually on the first date. If she liked him or found him particularly attractive or exciting, she sucked his cock, as well. Then she met Robert, and her promiscuous period ended.

But she looked back fondly on those days. She identified with her daughter, who was now in those formative years. Lucky Joanne! Catherine imagined her in the car with her date.

What was his name? Johnny something. Johnny Watson, that was it. Not that his name mattered at all. Catherine wondered if he was a virgin. He was a good-looking teenager.

Catherine found herself fantasizing more and more about young boys lately. When she was a teenager, she had preferred older men. Now that she was in her thirties, the thought of fucking a teenage boy drove her wild. She would have loved to seduce a sexy teenaged boy. Preferably a virgin.

Catherine tingled at the thought.

He would be horny, desperate for pussy, yet innocent. She could leach him all about fucking, running the gamut of sexual couplings, introducing him to lust and love.

She figured she would take his cock in her mouth, first. She would suck him off.

What a thrill it would be to have a mouthful of big, hot, hard, virgin prick! What a delicious treat. And when he shot his virgin jism into her mouth, she knew she would melt with joy.

Then they would fuck for a long time.

The boy would probably come quickly once he had his cock in her cunt, but he would have the endurance and the stamina of his youth, and he would keep right on fucking, without pause, even after he came. He would fuck her from the top, then from the back. She could get on top after a while and fuck another orgasm out of him. He would fill her hot cunt to the brim with load after load of his cum.

Of course, it was all just fantasy.

She wouldn't really do a thing like that.

Would she?

She was getting awfully horny now, as she rubbed her pussy and thought about that imaginary young boy.

Then she thought about her daughter again, wondering once more if Joanne had started fucking yet or if she was still at the stage of giving hand-jobs and getting finger-fucked.

That was an exciting thought, in itself. She imagined Joanne pumping merrily away on a stout young prick, passionately panting as she pulled, the boy starting to moan and whimper – and then all of a sudden a great stream of jism erupting from the head of his cock and flying up to splash on the headliner of the car. Or maybe she liked to jack boys off on her tits. That was a happy thought, all that hot, thick spunk spurting onto the girl's tits and nipples. And afterwards – did she wipe their pricks with a Kleenex or lick them clean with her tongue?

The thought was so thrilling that Catherine found herself actually hoping that her daughter was a cock-sucker.

Catherine certainly was.

Ever since she had her first taste of cockmeat, Catherine had been a devoted cocksucker. Even before she'd had that first taste, she had been pretty sure that it was a thing she was going to enjoy, but she hadn't realized how succulent a cock was until she'd gobbled the first one. She had already fucked four or five boys by then and was very curious about cock-sucking and eager to try it.