Ginger Craft - Overripe

Slowing her motions, she toyed with his cock, using her tongue and lips gently, holding him back. She wasn't ready for him to come, not yet. She wanted his hands to build her up more. But Mark was far too excited. He began to lift and drop his ass, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. Julie gave a muffled giggle and began sucking his cock again. She knew Mark could easily be convinced to lick her off if necessary.

"Oh, shit!" she heard him grunt.

A squirt of semen splashed into her mouth. Julie squealed, raced her mouth down as another spurt came from the piss hole. Then, as his discharge bubbled and frothed, she raced her lips up and down his cock furiously, her tongue licking at the spewing piss hole, her throat swallowing greedily. She humped her ass, and his fingers flew about her inflamed clitoris, the other hand rubbing harshly against her asshole.

Julie felt the shuddering pleasure bubble up inside her body as she sucked up the last of his semen, then she exploded.

It was some time before they recovered, at least it was for Julie. She lay next to Mark, her body glowing warmly, a smile of satiable pleasure on her pretty face. She toyed with his moist, limp cock.

"I saw your asshole moving," Mark said.

"You what?"

"I saw your asshole moving," he repeated.

Julie laughed. "You mean you saw it flexing when I came, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess that was it."

"Assholes do that, didn't you know?"

"I guess I don't know much of anything… but I'm learning fast!"

"You sure are, honey," she hugged him. "I'm going to teach you everything I know, and maybe we can come up with some interesting variations."

Barbara Kramer prepared a fabulous meal Friday evening for her son and daughter.

She hadn't been surprised to see Julie in the bright yellow bikini when she came home from work. Julie had always worn bikinis about the house for as long as Barbara could remember. She was proud of her beautiful daughter, always pleased when friends complimented her on the attractiveness of her children.

It was Julie's first weekend at home for the summer, and Barbara wanted to make it a nice one. It was strange to her that Julie had no boyfriends here at home, and she seldom mentioned any at college. Barbara wasn't concerned, though. Julie, like most teenagers, collected photos of TV and movie personalities, gossiped about boys, and Barbara knew Julie dated frequently at college.

In a way, she was pleased there was no one boy Julie was interested in. She wanted Julie to finish her education while she had the chance. There was plenty of time to become serious about boys. An eighteen-year-old girl has no business becoming serious about a boy, anyway, Barbara felt it was one of the better ages for a girl, the age when they should play the field, enjoy themselves.

Julie helped her mother with the dishes after they had finished.

"That's a pretty dress, mother," Julie commented. "Is it new?"

Barbara made a deprecating gesture. "About two months new. Seven dollars on sale." Barbara grimaced with distaste, showing her attitude at having to buy clothes on sale.

"You've always been able to wear anything," Julie commented. "How do you manage to look so sexy in whatever you wear? Most women would look dowdy."

"Sexy?" Barbara asked with a smile. "I've never thought of myself as sexy before."

Julie stepped back and appraised her mother. She cocked her head to one side, jutted her right hip and placed her finger on her chin. She looked up and down.

Barbara was tall, with the same hair coloring as Julie. The dress she was wearing wasn't a mini, nor was it a knee dress. It came somewhere between. Barbara still had her youthful looks, her shape exquisite. Julie noticed that her mother's breasts were a shade larger than her own, and her hips were fuller, too. But on Barbara, it was good.

"Lift your dress," Julie said. "Let me see your legs."

"See my legs?" Barbara asked. She was standing at the kitchen sink, leaning on it as her daughter looked her over. "What on earth for, Julie?"

"Come on, don't be shy, mother." Julie reached out and started to lift her mother's dress.

"I'll do it," Barbara said, surprising herself.

She pulled the skirt of her dress up until it was an inch or so below her hips.

"Higher," Julie said.

Barbara peered at her daughter quizzically, not understanding. She hesitated a moment. Something odd was going on inside her body. She could feel a stirring that had not been there for some time. Although she dated often enough, Barbara had seldom felt pleasure with the men. Her husband, who had been quite virile, had been able to keep her very satisfied. But the men she dated now didn't seem to perform well enough for her satisfaction. She knew they didn't want to establish any permanent relationship with her, and she felt it was because of her teenaged children. There were times when she felt she had been nothing more than just a hole for them to poke around in, to use for their pleasures only.

But now, holding her dress to her hips and letting Julie look at her, Barbara felt the tingling pleasure of old. She couldn't understand it, and she wasn't sure she liked it, either. She had never been attracted to another female in her life. But certainly she couldn't be attracted to her own daughter!

"Higher, mother," Julie said again.

Barbara surprised herself by raising her dress higher. She pulled away from the sink, and was amazed that she had lifted her dress to her waist.

"You have lovely legs, mother," Julie said, "and your hips are out of this world. I didn't know you wore bikini panties."

Barbara felt a warm flush on her cheeks, but it wasn't from embarrassment; it came from that inner sensation of pleasure. She was wearing a pair of pale green panties, lacy about the edges and crotch, with a fish-net fabric for the rest.

"Turn around," Julie said, twirling her finger to emphasize her words.

Barbara again surprised herself-she turned.

Julie looked at her mother's ass, seeing the flesh through the fish-net design. The flesh was white, but the thighs were slightly tanned. It was a very shapely ass, with full cheeks, a sloping swell with an alluring split between.

"Not bad," Julie said, and reached out to run her hand over her mother's ass. "Not bad at all."

Barbara dropped her dress and turned. She shivered, and the shiver still lingered when she faced her daughter. There was a slight flush on her smooth cheeks, and a brightness in her eyes.

"Yes, mother, I'd say you were sexy," Julie smiled. "In fact, I'd say you were very sexy."

"And I'd say this is enough foolishness."

Julie laughed, a gay peal of delight. "Why mother! I think you're getting hot and bothered!"

Barbara turned away, fussing with dishes. There was a warmth in the crotch of her panties, and her legs felt a bit wobbly. She was aware of the rigid condition of her nipples.

Julie knew her mother was aroused, and it amused her. She slapped the shapely ass playfully, then ran from the kitchen. Barbara turned and stared after her daughter, puzzled by her responses.

"Hi, little brother," Julie said to Kenney, who was sprawled over the couch with his eyes gazing at the flickering screen of the television set across the room. "Is that all you do… watch the boob tube?"

"No," he replied, not taking his eyes from the action on the set. "Sometimes I crawl around in the dark of night and eat up little girls."

"Oh, you do, do you," Julie laughed, slapping him on his jeans covered ass. "That must be nice for the little girls."

He looked up at her. "Do you always have sex on the brain, Julie?"

"What else," she shot an impish grin at him. "It's more exciting than sitting around watching Captain Whozit on that piss-assed tube."