Heather Brown: Mom_s boy hunger

She was so self-conscious about her weakness that I felt obligated to provide her with the company which misery craves. "Give me a hit of that too, Diane," I said resignedly. "I'm not exactly 100% either."

We drank silently. Even though I had asked for it only to be polite, the whiskey had a calming effect on me. Drinking it wasn't such a bad idea after alt Several ounces of alcohol this early in the day on an empty stomach changed my worrisome perspective to a significant degree.

Diane's demeanor was even more changed. After gulping down the spiked coffee, she became positively giddy.

Clumsy, too. Stumbling forward after tripping over her own feet, she landed in my arms. Holding her for a second until she got her balance, I couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing anything under her robe.

"Are you all right, Diane?" I asked, as I released her.

"The booze went to my head, I guess," she giggled. "Sorry I ran into you."

"It's all right."

Then there was a pause. Obviously the incident was not closed for her.

"Is there something wrong, Diane?" I nervously broke the silence.

"You looked down my robe, didn't you?" she practically floored me.

"I beg your pardon."

"You were checking out my tits. Trying to see if they match what you see in my clothes. Trying to figure out if Diane Cooper wears falsies."

"Diane," I said sternly, "do you really think this is appropriate? After all, I'm over here because our daughters are missing. Certainly not-not to

"Look at my tits?" she asked accusingly.

"Certainly not."

"Then why did you look down my robe, Betty? I saw you doing it."

"You're mistaken. If I did, it was an accident."

"If you want to see them so bad, go ahead and take a good look. I have nothing to hide."

She ripped her robe open. Suddenly I was looking at her bare breasts.

"Now do you think I need falsies?"

In spite of my better judgment, I felt forced into evaluating Diane's tits. It was true they were on the smallish side, however they were perfectly formed. And her nipples were blood-red, sticking out at least an inch apiece.

"They're beautiful."

"But you're still not satisfied, are you?" she charged. Obviously Diane was one of these people who becomes belligerent when they've been drinking.

"This is insane," I protested. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Now that you've checked out my tits," she continued with her shrill defensiveness, "you're wondering about my pussy. Wondering if I've got something to hide down there."

"It-it's the last thing I have on my mind."

However, to be honest with myself, I was lying. Her provocative behavior did have me curious.

Diane undid the sash and opened her robe all the way. My eyes automatically trained themselves between her legs. Her cunt immediately hypnotized me.

"Me you surprised I shave it?" Diane asked.

"Well, uh, yes. Yes, I am," I admitted. "I-I've heard of that, but I've never actually seen one."

"You have now," she replied, walking toward me. "Want to touch it, Betty?"

I didn't know how to respond. Diane's cunt was a source of fascination to be sure, but how could I bring myself to touch another woman's cunt? It just didn't seem right.

Sensing my reluctance, she grabbed my wrist and thrust my hand to her crotch. All of a sudden I was running my fingers over pussy flesh whether I wanted to or not.

When I withdrew my hand, my fingers were wet. Diane's cunt was sopping,

"Sticky, huh?" she leered. "I'll bet you're wondering what it's like inside. What it tastes like."

I was struck dumb. This situation had developed beyond my capacity to react intelligently.

"How would you like to eat it?" Diane crooned. "Have you ever eaten another woman's pussy, Betty?"

I shook my head, indicating I hadn't.

"It tastes good. My sister, Gloria, and I have been eating each other, out since we were little girls," Diane revealed. "Even though she lives in Ohio now, we still get together a couple of times a year. But, in between those times, I get hungry for a little lesbian action-like now!"

What should I do, I thought. This was not why I'd come over here. Diane and I were supposed to be figuring out the whereabouts of our missing daughters.

And yet I found myself uncontrollably drawn to Diane. To her naked body that seductively undulated before me now.

And especially to her cunt. That shaved patch of glistening pink softness that beckoned me to drop down on my knees and suck it.

Yes, I had to admit it to myself, I wanted to find out about her pussy.

"Come on, Betty," Diane hissed, "you want to eat me out, and you know it."

She put her hands on my shoulders and forced me down. I didn't resist. All of a sudden I was kneeling and looking straight between her spread legs. I could see the pink flanges of her dangling pussy lips dripping with dew.

Now her fingers laced at the rear of my head and forced my face forward. My lips squashed against her crotch and I was instantaneously intoxicated with her randy scent and flavor.

"Your tongue," she said from above. "Stick your tongue in my pussy, Betty."

I didn't hesitate. Snapping from my mouth as though it were being pulled by wires, my tongue directed itself to Diane's creamy slit and plunged inside. Mmmmmm, it was so warm and soft in there.

"Make it hard, Betty," Diane instructed. "Make your tongue hard in my cunt."

I followed orders without hesitation, turning my tongue into a spear.

"Now push. Push in my cunt as far as you can.

I would have done it without her telling me. Quite frankly, it was the only logical thing to do.

As well as to work it around-which Diane also told me to do at the same time I figured it out for myself. It was occurring to me that one woman's tongue was made to plumb the depths of another woman s pussy.

I was catching on so well to lesbian lovemaking that Diane was able to cease her instructions.. In fact, before long, I had assumed the role of the aggressor. Placing my hands on Diane's hips, I forced her down to the floor, pinning her down with my mouth when she settled on her back.

Harder and harder I tongue-fucked her. I was certain that what I was tasting was the inside of her womb. The flavor was intoxicating. I was drunk with desire.

However, the more I got, the more I wanted. When I realized that my tongue had penetrated as far as it could go, I knew we had to up the ante.

Swinging my body around a full circle, I straddled my thighs against Diane's face, swiveling my tongue in her twat in the process. She was looking at the saturated crotch of my panties now, and I mentally begged her to rip them away so she could get to my own pussy and start orally fucking it.

Her fingers snaked under the elastic and grabbed the soggy panel. Then, with a vigorous yank, she ripped the fabric away. Now my hairy slit was gaping in her face. "Oooooh," she moaned, "I want to eat you so bad. I've been dreaming about it ever since we met at that PTA meeting." Just minutes before I would have been shocked to learn that I was the object of such perverse desire. Now, however, I was thrilled. It suddenly seemed like the most natural thing in the world to have another woman lust after my pussy. My loins came crashing down against Diane's face. With a muffled cry she signaled that my cunt had sealed her mouth. We were sixty-nining as only two women can. Her tongue immediately rigidified and rocketed into my fuck-hole. The raspy tip knew instinctively where to go, stimulating the most sensitive points. I began coming as though I were on fire. 'We started to roll, twisting over the kitchen floor. Suddenly Diane was on top, then I had recaptured the dominant position. By the time we were stopped by the kitchen cabinets we had compromised and were side-by-side. Best of all, our orgasms were shared. When Diane came, it was impossible to separate her climax from mine, and vice-versa. It was heaven in a suburban kitchen. We went on like this, trapped against the cabinets, for at least a quarter of an hour. Fifteen solid minutes of ceaseless coming. It hardly even seemed as though we took the time to breath. Under the extraordinary circumstances, how inadequate men seemed.