Brian Laver: Mother_s new lover

"Have you got a half-hour right now?" Karen asked with a sly smile.

Jean's body reacted immediately to that invitation. For the first time since discovering Dave peeking in at her masturbation, Jean felt a genuine pang of passion.

"Y-yes, I do," Jean said.

The thrill of what was about to happen made Jean's cunt contract and her nipples stiffen. What exactly was Karen going to do to her? And what would Karen expect from her? But Jean was ready for anything.

Following Karen down the hall to the storeroom, Jean kept her eyes on the swaying ass in front of her. Through the tight material of Karen's skirt, Jean could see her firm ass-cheeks. Jean's mouth was watering now with anticipation.

At the storeroom door, Karen turned and smiled at Jean. Jean tried to smile back, but her face was frozen with excitement.

They stepped into the room. Karen wedged the door with a broom handle. Then she faced Jean and reached for the buttons on tier own blouse. Jean followed Karen's example, unbuttoning while watching her new friend.

Unlike Jean, Karen didn't wear a bra. As soon as she slipped her blouse off, Jean was treated to the sight of twin mounds of white flesh. Her tits were a handful, but no more. And a dark-brown cone of stiffened flesh stood out at the tip of each one.

"You're beautiful," Jean gasped as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

"So are you, honey," Karen said when the bra dropped from Jean's tits.

Jean felt the weight of her own tits resting on the ribs beneath. She was proud of her tits, but sometimes she wished she had a smaller, firmer pair like Karen's. It would be nice not to wear a bra and not have her globes flopping and slopping around when she moved, but Jean could tell that Karen was impressed with what she saw on her chest.

Karen was already lowering her skirt. Jean soon had a view of Karen's body clad only in a tiny pair of bikini undies.

Karen stood with her hands on her hips while she waited for Jean to catch up. It took Jean a little longer than usual to strip with the distraction of Karen's body before her.

Karen was so slim and delicate it looked as though a stiff wind could blow her away. Jean was eager to see what it felt like to wrap her arm around that thin torso. And again, she had to ignore the similarities to her own son's slim body.

Jean was trembling by the time she stepped out of her skirt. Karen was still standing in front of her, waiting. Then, when Jean was in a similar state of undress, Karen stepped forward.

"This is going to be wonderful," Karen said.

Jean was speechless. She stood mute as Karen reached for her tits. But as soon as she felt Karen's small hands on her huge knockers she let out a deep moan.

No man had ever handled her tits so tenderly, so erotically. Then Jean felt the firm points of Karen's tits pressing on her own. And Karen's face was moving close to hers. Jean's eyes closed and her mouth opened.

The two kissed. So this was lesbianism, Jean thought as her tongue met Karen's.

"M-m-m-m-m," Karen hummed sexily.

Locked in a tight embrace, the two women crushed their tits together. Their nylon clad cunts ground against each other. Jean was feeling a thrill like no other she had ever known. If anything was going to free her from her slavery to the desire to fuck her son, this was it.

Jean was bigger and stronger than Karen, but she let the younger woman lead the way. After all, this was new territory to Jean. And Karen obviously knew it well.

Jean reached into the pile of compressed tit-flesh between them. She took one of Karen's tits in her hand. This was the first tit she squeezed that wasn't her own. And it was more thrilling than she had ever imagined.

And Karen reacted immediately to the caress of her tit. She leaned into Jean's hand, pressing her hard nipple against her palm. She let out another moan of joy.

"Come here," Karen said when she took her mouth from Jean's.

Walking backwards with Jean's tits in her hands, Karen led her to the plateau of boxes. Karen let her lithe body flow onto the boxes, and Jean followed.

They kissed again and attacked each other's tits. Jean loved the way Karen's tits clung to her chest no matter what position she lay in. It was so unlike her own boobs that hung and shook with every movement.

After some kissing and tit-play, Karen jumped up. Standing high over Jean's face, she grabbed the pair of undies that clung to her crotch. Jean could already see the dark patch of pubic hair through the thin material, and a wet spot was visible beneath her cunt. But Jean was still eager to see Karen's naked pussy.

With quick movements of her slender arms and legs, Karen stripped the panties from her ass. Jean found herself looking up at her friends' bare twat.

Jean gasped as she saw the pink mouth of Karen's crotch. Her hair was thick and curly, but the gash was opened slightly, the inner lips slightly protruding.

"Oh, Karen, baby," Jean cooed.

Then Karen combed her fingers through her own pubic curls and spread the lips of her cunt. She wiggled her hips in a kinky dance as she showed Jean the pink depths of her pussy.

Jean couldn't believe how gorgeous a cunt could look. She lifted her hips and pulled off her own panties. Then she spread her pussy-lips. And she was happy to see Karen's eyes move to her cunt.

Karen stepped to where Jean lay, straddling her hips. Then she lowered her cunt to Jean's. With an arching back she began kissing and sucking them. Jean felt the heat of the cunt sitting on her belly. And Karen proved to have the same exciting way of sucking tits as she had massaging them.

"I'm so glad I saw you coming out of here with Sarah," Jean said. "This is fabulous."

"And you're fabulous," Karen said into the pile of tits she was working on.

As Karen kissed Jean's tits, her delicate hands kept working on them, too. She would gather them together, holding the nipples close and wiping her tongue over both of them. Then she would move the loose tits in circles. Or she would kiss one and hold the other in both hands.

But before long, Karen was moving her limber body down Jean's well-padded body. Jean knew where Karen was going, and the thought thrilled her.

Karen kissed her way down Jean's belly. When she arrived at her belly button, she paused to ream that pit with her tongue. But that was only a preview of what was to come.

Karen's hand preceded her face to Jean's cunt. Jean spread her legs as she felt Karen's fingers entering her.

"Oh, God," Jean moaned. "Karen, you're, a genius at fingerfucking."

But Karen was too busy to answer. Her mouth was already into the hair that covered Jean's plump mound. Jean spread her legs wider and shoved her cunt out as much as she could.

But Karen was taking her time, making Jean squirm in eagerness. Karen kissed the moist areas of Jean's thighs. Her tongue traced the triangular shape of the mound. But she didn't dip into Jean's opened slot yet. Only her finger moved along Jean's wide cuntal mouth.

"Come on, Karen," Jean whined. "Suck me. Eat me."

Her words must have touched Karen's head. Suddenly, Jean felt the tip of Karen's tongue entering her.

Jean arched her back when she felt that strong tongue tip moving through the lips of her pussy. She knew right away that this was going to be a very special cunt lapping. Karen's tongue was moving along the dripping slot, getting deeper with each lick.

Before long, Karen's tongue was wiggling between Jean's inner lips and over her cunt. She was using a light yet vigorous technique, bringing Jean to the apex of lust.

"Uh-h-h," Jean groaned. "No one has ever eaten me so beautifully."

In answer, Karen reached up and grabbed Jean's tits. Now as her tongue tickled the inside of Jean's cunt, Karen gave Jean's tits a sexy massage.