William Taylor - Wild hot mother

"It's great, isn't it?" Martha enthused. "Wait, I'll reach down and hold my cuntlips apart with one hand. There, now rub against me – ahhhh-h-h-h!"

Both horny women groaned as their big, hot clits poked together and slipped wetly around. Martha wrapped her arms around Ann's back and began wriggling her hips and hunching her ass as she panted and moaned. Ann shoved forward and retreated, moving much as her husband used to move, causing their clits to slither over one another.

Soon, both were panting and gasping and hunching as they came hard, grinding their wet, hairy cunts together fast enough for the friction to be almost painful.

Later they licked each other clean before dressing. Martha studied Ann's every move, enjoying the way her friend's ass shifted as she walked, enjoying the heavy bounce of her slightly pendulous tits in their bra cups, and enjoying the way Ann would looks her and smile.

"You've got dimples, dear," she said softly Ann's smite widened. "Here," she asked, pointing to her face, "or here," and she aimed a finger at her ass.

"You know what I meant. Oh, I wish we could have a bed all to ourselves tonight! It's going to be awful sleeping in the same house and not sleeping together."

"Well," Ann said, trying to keep her smile, "we ought to be used to sleeping alone by now."

Martha nodded. "And Bob would think it strange, to say the least, if we began sleeping together."

Ann's smile faded completely. "Oh, Jeez! Bob! Martha, do you know why I've been so horny lately? I've been watching Bob jerking off. I've been watching my own son! Then I started drinking again, to forget. Oh, Martha, when I saw his cock, how big it is I just froze. I-I haven't even seen a cock in three years, and never one as big as his! F-for a while when I look, I forget he's my son. All I can see is his big, hard cock!"

By this time Ann was sniffing and wiping tears from her eyes while Martha comforted her. But Martha's mind was on Bob. She couldn't blame Ann for getting hot from a sight like that. After all Bob had an unbelievably big cock. The older woman's thoughts centered on how great it would be to have both Bob and Ann in bed with her at the same time. She had both of them willing to fuck and eat her separately; now all she had to do was figure out some way to overcome Ann's inhibitions about her son.

Martha's comforting led to a more general fondling of Ann's body. Eventually, Martha slipped her fingers under the young widow's panties and fingered her clit until she came. By that time Bob was on his way up the steps for lunch, and Ann quickly tried to compose herself. Martha grinned and stuck a wet finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.

"Mmmm, very tasty," she whispered. Ann's face turned a bright pink.

At lunch that day, Bob tried the dropped spoon bit again. He worried a little that he might be pushing his luck, but since Ann was using his momentary disappearance to reach across and give Martha's tit a loving squeeze, his fear was for nothing.

Martha sighed and spread her thighs, giving the boy a real treat, although not as great as the one she'd given him the day before. When Bob didn't reappear immediately, Ann pushed her finger into the top of Martha's blouse and under the bra until she caught a big nipple.

"Uhhh-h-h-h," Martha gasped, trying to stifle the moan, then, she moved her hand to Ann's tits.

Ann sighed. She might have wondered about the length of time it was liking her son to locate his spoon if she hadn't been passing the time playing with Martha's swollen nipple.

Under the table, Bob realized that he could do more than just look. Mrs. Blumfeldt had given him the go-ahead for lots more! He slowly slid his hand between her thighs, until his finger tips were lightly touching the damp heat of her stuffed panties. Martha jumped a bit at the electric contact of youthful fingers against her over stimulated clit. Ann attributed the move to her own fingers on the older woman's sensitive nipple, and she quickly removed her hand. Bob, afraid that his mother might be getting suspicious, came out from under the table and resumed his lunch.

All three had flushed faces, but no one seemed to notice. All were busy at their plates.

Bob didn't leave the apartment for the rest of the day. He was hoping to catch Mrs. Blumfeldt alone again, but when he did, his mother would suddenly appear. It was very frustrating to the young boy. He had to content himself with squeezing Mrs. Blumfeldt's tit when his mother's back was turned or stroking her fleshy asscheeks. The older woman spent a very nerve-wracking afternoon trying to keep Ann from seeing what was happening. Yet her body was burning with the need to feel Bob's hefty cock spreading her cuntlips.

Once, when his mother was at the sink, Bob came up behind Mrs. Blumfeldt and slipped his hands under her dress and into her panties. He grabbed a good double-handful of warm asscheeks and dug his fingers briefly in before releasing her and stepping back. Martha's eyes went big and wide and she looked at Ann.

When his mother didn't turn around, Bob reached under her dress again and tugged her panties down to her upper thighs. Martha tried to do her best, without speaking, to discourage him, but a sex-starved teenager wasn't the easiest thing in the world to cool off. Bob was too excited by the brief feel of her ass to wait until they were alone. Besides, fooling around right under his mother's nose was a real turn-on.

Slowly, he knelt and, shoving his head under Mrs. Blumfeldt's dress, he kissed her warm cheeks. He ran his tongue across her ass, wishing he could see more, and then he quickly stood up. Since his mother's attention was still occupied by the dishes, he lifted the older woman's dress in the back and slipped his hand around her hip until his fingers were sinking into damp cunt curls. Martha squirmed free just as Ann turned.

It went that way all day. When Bob wasn't pawing her, Ann copped a sneaky feel of Martha. By the time supper was over and an uncomfortable three hours were spent talking and watching TV, Martha was a quivering mass of wet-pantied horniness. She was more than happy when Bob's bedtime arrived, but she did manage to whisper to him that she would visit him later that night, after his mother was asleep.

She looked at Ann. The sexy young widow had hardly waited for her son to leave before sliding her ass closer to Martha's on the couch.

"Are you as horny as I am?" Ann asked, cupping one of Martha's heavy tits.

"Aren't you worried that Bob might get up?"

"Not him," Ann said. "God, my cunt's on fire!"

"Listen, why don't we finger-fuck each other without getting undressed? Just sit here, looking innocent, with our hands under our skirts?"

"Lift up," Ann said, kneeling in front of the older woman. "Let me pull your panties down."

Martha lifted her ass, and Ann grabbed the panties and drew them from her friend's shapely legs. Martha parted her thighs.

"I guess just one little, quick kiss won't hurt," Martha murmured, and placed her hands on the back of Ann's head.

"Mmmmmm," Ann sighed, pressing her lips and nose into the scented heat of Martha's cunt.

"Ahhhh-h-h-h-h!" Martha groaned, lilting up and grinding her soaked cunt into Ann's face.

Ann lapped a little, then forced herself to stop. "I-I think this is going to be too noisy," she said, pulling her panties down and sitting next to her friend. "I love eating your delicious pussy, dear, but I forgot how much you love it. It's hard to keep quiet, isn't it?"

"Ohh, Ann! My cunt's really aching now. You shouldn't have started something you can't finish."

"Oh, we'll finish!" Ann said eagerly. "Just like you said, we'll finger-fuck each other."

"But what about our moans? I try, but I just can't keep quiet when I cum."