Brian Laver: Mother_s new lover

"Oh-h-h-h, Karen," Jean moaned. "Oh-h-h-h-h."

Jean was in heaven.

Now Karen's tongue was reaching up her juicy cunt like a small but eager prick. And Karen's fingers were sunk in the pliable softness of her tits. Jean was in a vise-grip of pleasure and loving it.

When Jean's hips began an involuntary thrusting, though, Karen had to let go of her tits so she could hold on. Karen gripped Jean's thighs as she struggled to keep her face in Jean's jerking cunt.

Jean rose quickly to a climax. Now that her tits were free, they did a crazy dance on her chest as she squirmed. And the waves of blinding joy rushing through her made her forget everything else in the world.

"O-o-o-o-o-o!" she wailed.

Karen clung tenaciously to Jean's thighs and kept her tongue fluttering over Jean's cunt. Only when Jean begged for her to stop, did Karen lift her face from Jean's crotch.

Jean looked like she'd been through a marathon. Her hair was stuck to the sweat-soaked skin of her forehead and neck. Her mouth gaped as she tried to catch her breath.

But in her exhaustion, Jean knew that Karen would expect repayment. Already, Karen was reclining near Jean, showing Jean her spread crotch. And Karen was looking expectantly into Jean's eyes while she ran her hands through her own pubic hair.

"I've never done this before," Jean said as she began crawling between Karen's legs.

"I know, honey," Karen said. "That's all right. Just eat me like you like to be eaten."

As Jean watched Karen's cunt getting closer, she felt a new surge of excitement. Although she'd just come, now she knew the excitement of perversion. She was going to do something that would brand her as a lesbian.

Making herself comfortable in the vee of Karen's spread legs, she studied her cunt. She never thought a pussy was very beautiful before. But now she saw it in different terms. As she looked at the pink slot waiting for her tongue, it seemed very beautiful indeed.

Karen spread wider. Now Jean could clearly see the inner lips as they stretched open. And the odor of Karen's steaming juice bathed Jean's face.

Jean put her hands on Karen's thighs just below her cunt. With Karen's pussy framed like that, Jean brought her mouth to it. But before sticking her tongue in the gash, she ran her lips over the bristling hair. She filled her nose, with the funky smell.

Then, as she stuck put her tongue, Jean looked up over the horizon of Karen's belly. Beyond Karen's firm tits, Jean saw her looking back at her with a smile.

"I just know you'll love it," Karen said in encouragement.

Then Jean began probing with her outstretched tongue. As soon as the tip of her tongue met the wet flesh in Karen's snatch she felt something inside her snap. Suddenly, all hesitancy was gone.

Jean began covering the spread slot with hungry licks. Her tongue moved faster and faster at it moved from corner to corner of Karen's cunt. Jean stuck her tongue up Karen's flowing cunt-tube, then drilled her cunt.

Jean knew she was going wild and that she would do a better job if she slowed down. But she couldn't. She was in a frenzy of cunt lapping.

"Oh, hey," Karen grunted. "Jean, wow." Jean's face was wet with smeared juice as she licked and sucked every corner of Karen's pussy. Her nose and chin were getting into the act, too, in her eagerness.

Before long, Karen began to squirm. Now Jean had to hold on. But she held on tightly and didn't miss a stroke.

"I'm going to come," Karen moaned. "Uh-h-h-h."

When Jean heard that, she pressed her tongue hard against Karen's clit and kept it wiggling. Jean could hear Karen's body thrashing around on the hard surface of the boxes. She was really going wild. And Jean felt proud of herself.

Karen finally pushed Jean's head from her crotch.

"Wow," Karen said. "You really made me come like crazy. That was wild."

"Well, it was my first time," Jean said again.

"It was great," Karen assured her.

Jean was wiping the juice from her cheeks and chin. Being covered with that slippery fluid was an extra benefit of her new skill, Jean thought.

"Thanks," Jean said. "I really needed to do something really wild. I've been so horny lately I've been on the verge of fucking my own son."

"Really?" Karen asked with genuine interest.

Jean saw a chance to talk about her obsession with an understanding person. She told Karen how she had peeked at her son and how he had peeked at her. And she told her that whenever she fucked Mark, she pretended that it was her son Dave.

"Well why not just fuck him and be done with it?" Karen asked.

Jean was shocked. In all the time she'd been hot for her son, she had never once considered giving in to her incestuous desires. And now Karen was suggesting just that.

"But that's incest," Jean said.

"So what?" Karen said. "Incest, lesbianism, they're all fun. And no one gets hurt. What's the harm."

"Gee, Karen, I don't know," Jean said. "Well, now you're a lesbian," Karen said. "The other perversions can be just as exciting. But it's up to you."

The women dressed and went back to their offices. Jean told Karen that she'd love to have some more fun with her. And Karen agreed.

But now Jean knew that lesbianism wasn't the answer to her desire for her son. Especially with Karen's attitude toward Jean's problem, it was now worse than ever.

While Jean was fucking and sucking cunt at her office, Dave was working on his own horniness. He tried to get together with Mary again. After all, a hand job was nothing to sneeze at in Dave's condition. But had hadn't managed to make a date with her.

Also, he kept trying to get another peek into his mother's room while she was in one of her tits of self-induced frenzy. But that hadn't paid off either.

So Dave was reduced to jerking off with his skin magazines. He would get together with Bob and Jim, the guys he'd been caught with peeking into the girls' locker room. They would go over again and again the sights they'd seen.

"We should have smashed through the window and attacked all those chicks," Bob said.

"Sure, now we could be in reform school talking about chicks," Jim said.

"If you think we should have attacked them then, why shouldn't we attack some now?" Dave asked.

"All right, all right," Bob said when he realized he'd been foolish. "But, Goddamn it, I sure am horny."

"Yeah, who isn't?" Dave said.

"What about Gloriosky Gloria?" Bob asked suddenly.

"Who?" Dave said.

"Are you kidding?" Jim asked.

But Dave was too interested in any possibility to let it go by without finding out who his friends were talking about.

"Hey, who's she?" Dave demanded.

"Oh, she's a crazy old lady who lives near the tracks," Bob said.

"They say she used to be a whore, but she got too old and fat," Jim added.

She didn't sound too exciting, Dave thought. But he was horny enough to want to know more about her.

"What does she look like?" he asked. "Weird," Jim said.

"Yeah, the guys used to go over there and she would dance for them. Strip sometimes, too," Bob said.

"Well let's go have a look," Dave said. "It can't be any worse than hanging around here all afternoon."

Since the guys were hanging around in front of the drugstore and there wasn't a chick in sight, they agreed to take a walk to Gloriosky Gloria's.

"That's her house," Bob said when they'd walked a while.

Dave looked at the small house in the middle of a trash-strewn field. The house needed a coat of paint and a lot of repair. But it looked interesting, too.

"I wonder if she's still here," Jim said. "I haven't heard of anyone coming here in a while."

They walked up to the door. There wasn't a sign of life. But before they could knock, a huge figure appeared in the doorway. The boys stopped dead in their tracks as they looked into the dim light surrounding the woman who now faced them.