Heather Brown - Mom_s boy hunger

Naked, I advanced toward Sally. She cringed in my path, thoroughly intimated by my unexpected reaction to her frivolous challenge.

I backed her up to the edge of the bed, and then forced her down in the breach of the scurrying Trudy and Buzz. She landed with her knees clenched together, but I pried them open. Now I was staring straight into the sticky maw of her cunt.

"You think you're such hot stuff, little girl," I hissed. "Think you're woman enough to sixty-nine your own mother?"

Sally gasped and gurgled, trying to speak, but the words didn't come. I smiled with satisfaction, knowing that I was completely dominant.

Climbing on top of her, I swung my body around and splayed my legs on either side of her head. My pussy was spreading just inches above her face.

"How do you like it, darling?" I called back to her. "Still think the cunt that delivered you to the world is tired and used up, daughter dear?"

She was still speechless, of course. This was the last thing she'd thought would happen.

"Why don't you taste it," I continued. "Tell me it isn't the sweetest thing you've ever tasted."

I slammed my pelvis down. Abruptly the lips of my pussy were grinding against the lips of Sally's mouth. Squeezing my vaginal walls, I gave her a faceful of steaming juice.

Then it was my turn to taste some twat. The wispy, pink teenage variety. The crotch of my own flesh and blood.

I poked my tongue down into it like I was sampling a pot of honey. The flavor was mind-boggling. Sally had been having sex all night long with three partners, and her sticky twat tasted like it.

Probing deeper and deeper, I socked my tongue into my daughter's snatch to the absolute hilt. I was in so far my teeth were scraping against her girlish labia. Automatically; she began moving her hips.

There was no more conversation now. Perhaps Sally and I were at odds, but the generation gap meant little when we were sucking each other's cunt. Stark arousal transcended our differences, as we began sixty-nining panting, sweating earnest.

The bed springs creaked as our passion grew hotter and hotter. Sally's tongue was just as hard as mine now, and inside me as deeply as mine was in hers. Our wombs were being penetrated simultaneously.

The others were watching in awe. Nobody had expected things to turn out like this. All bets were off.

As befitting one with her long experience, Diane was the first to coherently react. Maybe she was a little jealous of my sudden rapport with my straying daughter, I don't know, but something sure jostled her into action.

"Come here, Trudy," I could hear her say to her offspring. "It's time your curiosity about me was satisfied, too."

"Wha-what d-do you want me to d-do, M-Mother?" Trudy nervously responded.

"Strip me and you'll figure it out for yourself," Diane challenged her. "Once you see my body, I'm sure you'll think of something, if you're half as hip as you pretend to be in that damn diary of yours."

I wished I could see Trudy's face, but I was too busy eating Sally's sweet young pussy. However, I could visualize its shock, and I was sure my mental portrayal was accurate.

"Come on, you little bitch," Diane poured it on, "strip me! Or are you afraid to see your mother naked? Afraid I'll show you up?"

There was an awkward silence, punctuated only by Trudy's labored breathing. Diane had her on the run, that was for certain.

"I guess if I want it done right, I'll have to do it myself," Diane chuckled.

The sound of zippers unzipping, hasps unfastening, and cloth dropping was heard. I glanced up from my daughter's twat just in time to see Diane step out of her panties. There was a collective gasp at the sight other beautifully shaved cunt.

"How do you like it', bitch?" she hissed at her daughter. "Surprised your mother has no hair on her pussy?"

Trudy just stared at the fleeceless wonder.

"You should see what it looks like with a cock inside it," Diane taunted. "With no hair in the way, you don't miss anything."

With that, she went over to Trudy's date, and grabbed the befuddled young man's cock. Leading him over to the bed by his prick, she lay down beside me and opened her legs.

"Come on and fuck me," she said to him. "It's time you screwed a real woman, instead of some silly girl. That is, if you know what to do with that hunk of meat between your legs."

Suddenly her limbs became a giant pair of tongs. Seizing the bewildered teen around the waist, she drew him into the well of her thighs so that his cock plunged straight into her gaping slit.

She literally sucked him inside her. His dick had been about semi-erect to begin with, but it had hardened into a pole by the time penetration occurred. Diane had at least ten inches within her by the time the insertion was completed.

I was proud Diane was my ally, as she really began fucking her teenage prey in earnest. Her ass was squirming around so vigorously on the bed that it was bumping into Sally's adjacent hip, as she screwed the boy just inches from my face.

Confident that my friend had matters under control, I went back to work on Sally's snatch. With the dual action, the bed was being see-sawed, tipping back and forth from the two couples vigorously making love.

This left Buzz and Trudy with nothing to do. The question was whether they would continue to gape in awe, or respond to the erotic stimulus Diane and I had engendered. Their ultimate reaction would be the true test of whether they were as grown up as they had pretended to be until the avenging mothers had appeared.

I could hear Buzz muttering something under his breath to Trudy. "But neither of them is your mother," she wailed in reply. "It's easy for you to say they're making fools out of us when you have nothing to lose."

"Well, you can stand around and watch if you want to," Buzz huffed, "but I've already fucked one of these broads once, and don't see any reason to hold back now."

The next thing I knew, he had joined us on the bed. I could hear him breathing behind me, staring at my bare ass as it bobbed up and down on Sally's sucking face.

"Me-are you g-going to-to…" Trudy stammered. "Fuck Sally's mom in the ass?" "Y-y-yes." "Why not. I've already had enough practice."

While Trudy's runaway breath rasped like an asthmatic's, Buzz pushed his strong fingers into the crack of my butt and ripped apart my cheeks. I could feel his eyes burning against my throbbingly exposed anus.

"The last time I did it wet," he said. "This time I'm going to do it dry. It'll hurt her like hell. Then maybe the old girl won't be so full of beans."

All of a sudden his huge cock was drilling into my tightest hole. He was right, it did hurt like hell. The pain of his charging penetration was excruciating.

My instinct was to lift my head from Sally's cunt and cry out in pain. However, I stifled the reflex, somehow enduring the torture, knowing that if teenagers think they have an adult on the run they're beyond your control.

No matter how hard Buzz shoved, I refused to react in the way which he had anticipated. It was only after he had hilted my ass that I responded, and then it was in the last way which. Buzz had expected.

Instead of cringing, I wiggled my ass as though I wanted even more of his cock inside my tight, dry hole. Rather than screaming out in pain, I sighed and moaned with the sounds of abject pleasure. No teenage punk was going to get the best of Betty Lawrence.

"Can't you fuck me any harder?" I temporarily raised my face from Sally's crotch and called over my shoulder. "You did a lot better than this, yesterday."

"Whore!" Buzz blustered, sounding a lot more like my husband than a teenage boy who mowed lawns. "Rotten bitch, I'll show you how I can fuck! I'll fuck your goddamn ass until I split you in two!"