Brian Laver - More than a mother

Claire was turning out to be a better cunt-lapper than any man who had done that job. And since Susan had been in a horny fit even before they started, she was reaping more dividends in pleasure than ever in her life. She was letting a constant flow of animal moans out of her opened mouth and twisting her body as if in agony.

Claire put her hands under Susan's ass-cheeks and lifted her hips even farther. That exposed the tight ring of her asshole and she applied her tongue to it. She was making figure eights around Susan's quivering asshole and the entrance of her cunt-sleeve. Susan's butt was covered with a thick concoction of saliva and twat-gush, and Claire's face swam around in it.

It didn't take long for Susan to arrive at an explosive orgasm. She wailed and thrashed, but Claire held on and kept tonguing her. When her climax passed, her cunt became supersensitive and she tried to get away from Claire's tireless tongue, but Claire wanted to keep going. Susan couldn't get away and just before the tickling drove her mad, it became pleasurable again. Another orgasm came crashing down on her brain with even more force than the first. Before Claire let her go, she had had four powerful orgasms.

Claire finally lifted her wet and shining face from Susan's swamp, and she looked down at her victim. Susan was lying there looking as if she'd been hit by a truck. She was covered with sweat and breathing so hard that her tits shook with every breath. Her mouth was gaping open and her cheeks puffed in and out with the air rushing through.

Claire was also panting like a wolf that had just devoured an animal. She watched Susan's face to see how tong it might be before she could expect her to be ready to repay the lapping job. She slowly began crawling up her body until she was straddling her friend's head. Susan opened her eyes when she felt her friend's body moving over hers, and she watched as her red-bushed cunt moved towards her face. Susan wasn't sure how she felt about eating a pussy, but she knew that she was about to find out.

As Claire poised her twat over Susan's face, Susan could see the slit through the curls. The glistening pink interior was smiling at her and Susan could smell the hot juice.

Looking up, she studied the strange but familiar organ. She used to look at her own cunt in a mirror when she jerked off, so she was aware of the differences between her cunt and her friend's. Claire's snatch had inner labes that looked like little wings, protruding from between the fleshy outer labes. Claire spread her thighs, which spread her cunt, and gave Susan a good look at the insides.

The opened gash looked like a sliced fruit suspended over her face. Claire was holding her twat just out of tongue's reach, but was ready to lower it just as soon as Susan looked ready to eat. Meanwhile, she was enjoying the exhibitionistic pleasure of exposing her cunt totally to another woman.

Susan was getting over the exertion of her multiple orgasms and was getting herself psyched up to taste the wet, musky cunt that hovered over her face. The thought of cracking the pussy baffler was becoming more exciting as the idea sunk into her thrill-seeking brain. If she could do this, she could surely fuck her son, she reasoned.

Reaching up and grabbing Claire's waist, Susan pulled her cunt down and stuck out her tongue. The hairs and tongue met. Susan combed the pussy-curls with her tongue-tip, penetrating the bush deeper with each lap until she could feel the hot and wet flesh that lined Claire's snatch. The flavor of pussy-liquor filled her consciousness with its heady funkiness. As she became used to the taste, she began to enjoy it. Then she began concentrating on the textures and contours of Claire's hot cunt. The wiggly inner twat-lips felt strange but nice as she flipped her tongue over them. She followed the inner labes forward to the bunched-up skin that surrounded Claire's quivering clit. As she tongued the bud, Claire moaned in wanton pleasure.

Susan looked up past the redhead's bristling muff. She could see the expanse of Claire's flat stomach stretching away from her. Her tits looked so round and white as they hung and rested on her chest. Between the tits and higher, Claire's face could be seen wearing a desperate expression of lust. The view made Susan even more eager to do a good job at her first cunt lapping.

Warm pussy-cream was oozing down Susan's throat as she licked the salty slit. She could feel it lining her mouth, too, but she was learning to enjoy it. Now that she could see that bet tongue was having the right effect, she became more animated. Her head moved back and forth as she covered that puffy pink gash with broad strokes.

She had to pull her tongue in and close her mouth just long enough to swallow the reservoir of slippery juice that had collected there, and to relieve her jaw, which had begun to ache from keeping her, mouth so wide open. In another second, she was licking twat again.

Claire's moans told Susan that she was doing a good job. She was getting excited, too, and was proud of herself for learning his new skill so fast. She reached up and took Claire's tits in her hands to give her an extra thrill. It was pretty thrilling for her, too. As soon as she grabbed those sagging boobs, Claire's moans became louder and more frantic. Susan knew that she was about to come so she concentrated her tonguing on the clit so her friend's climax would be as good as the one she had experienced.

Claire began to shake and holler in a weird performance of orgasmic bliss. Susan kept her tongue fluttering over the hard nut of her clit just as Claire had done to her. The whole couch shook with Claire's violent trembling, and Susan realized that she wasn't the only woman who came with such explosive force. Claire was acting like a fish on a hook, but Susan held on and kept licking cunt. Finally, Claire jumped off her pupil's face and fell off the couch. She lay on the floor, panting in a cold sweat.

Susan looked down at her friend and felt good at having put her in that condition. There wasn't a hint of embarrassment or shame at her perversion, and she was ready for other taboo couplings, especially the one that she had been dreaming about for what seemed like ages.

After that cunt-lapping session, the girls talked. Susan told Claire how glad she was that she had called her. She said she had had more fun that she could ever remember having before, and that she was grateful for being introduced to that new realm of pleasure that had now been opened to her. Claire told her to go home and fuck the shit out of her son.

When Susan left, she was floating on a cloud of happiness. For the first time she was satisfied and she was looking forward to even greater satisfaction when she got her hands on that boy of hers.

But by the time she was home, her confidence was fading. She would still have to make the first move in her quest for Bobby's body, and she was feeling doubtful that she could summon the courage. By the time she walked into the house, she was once more in the grip of despair. How could she treat her youngest son as if he were some stud she wanted to fuck?

If only Susan had known that Bobby had the same desires as she had, her wish could come true in an instant. And the same was true of Bobby. They lived through days of mutual lust and mutual fear. Bobby was constantly hatching plots that would get him into his mother's bed, but they were usually so fantastic that he couldn't have acted on them even if he wasn't as shy as he was.

He had an almost perpetual hard-on and he kept his hands in his pockets to hide the fact. He thought about getting together with Patty again even if it would mean encountering Bull, and he always had his eyes opened for new possibilities, but his heart was at home with Mom.