Emerson Taylor - Bitch mother

"Agghhh!" Mike suddenly cried out. "I'm coming! I've got to cream!"

Marie quickly raised up, puking her cunt off his cock, and looked down. Carol quickly grabbed the big, thick shaft and guided the head into her lips, pumping heartily at the tool even before it got into her mouth. Her fist slid easily up and down the well-oiled shaft and then she added a second hand, gripping his prick as though it were a baseball bat. She twisted her hands in opposite directions as she worked them up and down and sucked at the big head at the same time; Mike groaned in anguish as she worked at his cock and exerted herself harder to make his climax an especially strong one. The sight of that abandoned girl jacking her son off and sucking him at the same time affected Marie in a direct, powerful way, and she felt her pussy give a warning throb. Reaching down with both hands, she caught the tips of her index fingers in the mouth of her cunt and hooked them securely inside the taut, strained hole. She heaved her pussy forward, driving her cunt farther down on her fingers. It was enough to release a long, quivering blast of pure animal emotion that had gathered deep inside her loins. She wailed out a long, shrill cry of triumph and finger-fucked herself into a frenzy as Carol's greedy little mouth received a hearty blast of overheated cum straight from Mike's big bans. He grunted out furiously as the sperm shot through his cock and spattered into the back of the girl's throat; mother mighty spasm sent a second big, steaming blob of the salty cream shooting deep again. She grunted her approval and swallowed quickly – the taste of his cum sent chills of sexual pleasure racing over her body and soon she, too, had a climax going, an involuntary reaction to the mighty display of male lust which she held within her mouth.

The three of them rocked, quivered and shuddered until they could no longer sustain their emotions. Marie staggered over Carol's huddled body – the girl was still mouthing the boy's prick, moaning softly as she lavished additional kisses upon the big rod – and sank down into another kitchen chair. Mike slumped back, utterly exhausted, and watched numbly as Carol slowly tapered off in her attentions to his cock. When she finally pulled her mouth off his prick, there was not a trace of sperm to be seen on the tool; she had taken every bit of his discharge and swallowed it. She gave him a grateful look and nodded her approval to Marie before getting to her feet; it was amply clear that she had received a full amount of sexual pleasure from the unusual act which she had helped to perform. She explained that she had to get back to the resort in a hurry, since she had an appointment scheduled for the dinner hour, and she went into the living room to gather up her clothes.

Marie followed her and watched as the strange, utterly unpredictable girl dressed. She urged Carol to return to her house at any time, an invitation which she extended with the greatest sincerity; she felt very close to the girl now that they had collaborated in making Mike come so strenuously. The act of sharing a lover seemed to bring them much closer together, and she felt a definite tie with the girl. Carol agreed to come back when she could – making it clear that she would do so whether Mike was there or not – and whispered a compliment on the way their trick had worked.

"I'm sure he's going to want to eat your pussy later on," the girl hissed. "Mmm, I wish I could be here to see it. I don't blame him a bit if he eats you all night! You've really got a sweet-tasting pussy so hot, so creamy!"

Marie flushed at the bold intimacy of the compliment but could say nothing; she was too uncertain of her own feelings to be able to phrase a reply. She felt sure that the girl was right about Mike, though, and she had a strong suspicion that she would find his face between her thighs before very long.

Marie was not prepared for the quickness of Mike's capitulation, however. No sooner had Carol driven away in her little convertible than he turned to her with a new, bold look on his handsome face. Marie could not believe that he was ready for her again, since he had already had two furious climaxes, but there was no way she could mistake the eager, hungry look in his eyes. If that were not enough to make his intentions perfectly clear, there was the fact of his cock: big and stiff with lust, the tool stood out at a horizontal angle and seemed to emanate passionate waves of sensuality.

"I don't know why I was such an idiot about going down on you and Carol," he said as he gathered her into his arms. "There was the taste, sure, but even more than that I don't think I really believed that you wanted me to do it to you, I guess. But you've made me see the light now!"

Marie pulled back to look at him with astonishment, unable to believe what she had just heard. He seemed utterly sincere, however, and gradually the truth sank into her brain: Mike was actually ready to begin licking her pussy! She felt a sudden rush of sexual delight when she realized the truth. He ran his hands down over her butt, holding her crotch tightly against his; his cock, caught between their bellies, pointed up to his navel. Marie rubbed herself against the length of hot meat and shivered as she felt his living warmth against her body. His fingers dug deep into the cheeks of her ass, which were surprisingly sensitive, and she felt her pussy begin pounding with a hard, driving insistence that signaled the onset of an incredibly horny feeling.

"You'd have to teach me what to do, though. I'm not quite sure how a woman would want a man to kiss her down there," he continued after a moment.

Marie assured him that she would be only too happy to give him the most detailed instructions possible, if he were really sincere about wanting to eat her pussy; it struck her as by far the best bargain she had ever heard of, and she was ready to begin her instructions at once.

They went into the bedroom, where Marie offered to bathe and douche, so that he could have a fresh, clean pussy on which he could begin his lessons, but he told her that he preferred her in a more natural state. There was something especially appealing, he now thought, about sucking a pussy which he had just fucked, even if he had deposited his cum elsewhere. Moreover, as he pointed out, both she and Carol showed no hesitation whatever about tasting his cum and, according to his standards, he ought to be willing to dip his own tongue into the salty brew. Marie complimented him highly on his attitude and told him that she thought he had made a very wise decision. The taste of a man's cum was unusual, she admitted, but she pointed out that it was certainly not offensive.

"And besides," she added with a roguish twinkle in her eyes, "if you're licking it off my cunt, or Carol's, then you'll probably get more of our taste than you will of your own, so it won't matter much anyway!"

She lay on her back and then had him place himself between her thighs, which she drew up high and parted wide; once he was positioned, she carefully identified the different parts of her pussy and explained the peculiar qualities of each. While virtually all the flesh in that part of her body was highly sensitive, she said, the clitoris was by far the most delicate spot of all and deserved extra attention from any serious pussy-licker. She advised him to touch his tongue very gently to the small knob, to flick the tip of his tongue over it lightly and to reserve the heavier, stronger caresses for the flesh around it. She also remanded him that the mouth of her cunt was also quite tender and could easily respond to the insertion of his tongue. She wanted desperately to tell him about her asshole, to describe the marvelous sensations she had felt when Ranger had been fucking his big prick into that tiny hole or when she had been jabbing her own finger into it, but she could not bring herself to be quite that bold. Instead she contented herself with describing her pussy in the greatest possible detail and hoped that her lessons were sinking in.