J Bradley: Mom going down

He thrust his tongue from his lips and made it broad and flat. He covered the whole of her pulsating gap with it and shook her sensitive flesh up and down.

His lips nibbled at her puffy cunt petals. He sucked them into his mouth and chewed gently on them. Vicky sighed and moaned repeatedly and spilt her pussy open as wide as it would go.

She cupped the back of his head and let her knees come so far back against her body they mashed against her tits and flattened the firm cones.

She looked twice as open and hot because there was no hair over her twat. She looked vulnerable and helpless, and her cunt poured forth its slippery honey.

Jim licked and lapped and sucked. His tongue washed all over her wet, red flesh. He didn't just lick her gap. He licked all over her sweet, slick pussylips, over her mound, along the lines of inner thigh and crotch, where it all came together in a hot, slippery, silky maw of quivering cunt flesh.

Vicky moaned repeatedly. She tossed her head and rocked on the tight balls of her firm ass, rolling and heaving.

Her asshole winked and pulsed. It was like a steamy vent for the boiling tunnel of her cunt. Jim licked all around it, gripping the sides of her hips, pressing his face into her crotch again and again.

"Ahhh, I can't get enough!" he cried.

"Try-try!" Vicky gasped.

"I've never seen anything like it! It's wild! No hair! I can lick anywhere – everywhere! Ahhh, right up your asshole even! God, oh God!"

He let out a quavering gasp and lunged forward. Vicky stiffened and sucked in her breath. She mewed with sensation and rolled and rocked back and forth, and then Monica saw it – saw it!

Jim's tongue tip had vanished! It was up her asshole! He was doing it!

Monica shuddered all over as she watched. Her own asshole burned and pulsed. She remembered the feel of the thick, stuffing plug of Gil's cock ripping up her shit chute the other night.

That had hurt. What Jim was doing looked thrilling. Would Gil fuck her asshole with his tongue instead of his big prick? Would he?

Maybe… if she kept her cunt shaved and slick and bald and tempting…

"Ahhh, Jim!" Vicky cried, clutching at the back of his head, pulling his face tightly into her split crotch.

She gasped several times. Her face flushed red. Her tits swelled, and the nipples stretched from the ends, red and pointed and stiff.

Jim pumped with his tongue, fucking her asshole. He ran his fingers all over her slippery, drooling cunt gap. He fondled her lips and her clit. He fucked up into her cunt hole and pressed the big muscle up and down.

"Ah! Ahhhh, you're going to do it, kid!" Vicky gasped. "You're going to make me come! God, you're a good cunt-sucker!"

She took in a shuddering breath and scooted so that her crotch was tipped upward even more toward his face. She couldn't have split her middle open any more than it already was, but she did.

And Jim lapped and slurped and fucked right to the center of her being.

"Ahhhhgh!" she cried tightly.

Vicky mashed his face against her split crotch and blew cunt juice all over him as she came. Her cunt muscles quivered and shook and pulsed. Her asshole sucked around his tongue. She bathed him in slippery honey and bucked up and down wildly.

"Man, man!" Jim gasped when the explosion was over.

He lifted back and looked down at the quivering mass of red, pulsing flesh. A squirt of juice leaked from her cunt mouth, and he dipped down and licked it up, making Vicky shudder again.

"Ohhh, that was good, Jim – good! You can deliver my groceries any day," Vicky grinned shakily.

He held his prick in his fist and pointed it at her. It was raging stiff again, pulsing at the swollen end.

"I gotta fuck you again, Monica," he gasped. "Look what that pretty bald pussy did to my prick!"

She looked at it. She smiled. "That's fine, Jim," she said. "You keep it stiff like that until the next time, huh?"

His face fell. "Aw, Monica! I gotta fuck! I'm horny as hell now!"

She let her feet down from the edge of the counter. Her legs dangled. She slipped the hem of the skirt under her ass, one cheek at a time, then covered up her gleaming, bald cunt.

"Monica…" he wailed.

"Next time, Jim," she repeated.

He reached for the box of groceries and fumbled around in it with a desperate expression. He pulled out a large green cucumber, covered with knobs. He waved it at her with a grin.

"Both of us?" he questioned, shaking his prick at her at the same time. "Mavis likes it that way – my prick up her ass and a big cucumber up her cunt!"

"Sounds exciting," Vicky said, slipping from the counter to the floor. "Next time." She grinned at him, clearly finished. "Maybe," she added, nodding toward the cucumber. "Now, put that dick back in your pants and go make your deliveries. We wouldn't want you to get fired. Besides, my son is due home any minute, and he might not like to see a strange guy fucking a cucumber up his mother's cunt."

Monica had been right on the verge of coming with Vicky. But she'd held back, thinking that Vicky would surely want a second orgasm, the way she usually did.

So, she'd held herself back. Her cunt was blazing, her emotions pitched and jittery. Her palm was soaked, and her honey ran down her inner thighs.

She watched Jim stuff his prick back into his pants, the rod shape of it very clear. She was ready to run around the back of the house and capture him and pull him into the garage and tell him she'd changed her mind.

He wouldn't notice, maybe, that her slick, bald cunt had scratchy stubble on it now. Maybe he wouldn't notice she'd changed her clothes. He wouldn't be able to believe that she wasn't the same woman he'd fucked and sucked in the kitchen just moments ago. They almost never had guessed a switch had been pulled on them.

But when Vicky mentioned that Bruce would be home from school at any moment, she gasped and whirled around at the sound from the front door that she would have missed if Jim had started fucking the big cucumber up her sister's cunt.

"Bruce!" she gasped softly.

She yanked her hand from her panties and flipped the hem of the mini down quickly. She stood in front of the kitchen door and stammered watching him come into the house.

Bruce blinked and squinted at the abrupt change of light from the brightness outside. He peered at his mother. "Aunt Vicky?" he asked, not quite sure.

Monica stepped away from the door toward him, keeping her wet palm behind her.

"Bruce! It's your mother!"

"Oh, yeah," he grinned. "Hi, Mom. Gosh, you two look so much alike, I didn't know for sure. Isn't that one of Aunt Vicky's dresses?"

He was looking her up and down. The gaze made tingles run through Monica. As she looked at him, she saw that he wasn't much younger than the boy Vicky had just been fucking. He was taller, and he knew already that his prick was twice as big.

Her cunt tingled and squirmed from her frustration. The orgasm was still there, right at the surface. She felt dizzy for a quick moment as she visualized herself walking up to Bruce and lifting her mini and taking his big cock into her flaming cunt.

"Mom? What's the matter, Mom?"

"Matter?"

"You look – funny. Is something wrong?"

"No-no, nothing's wrong. Wait! Where are you going?"

He'd dropped his books onto a small table. "Just into the kitchen for a drink," he said, turning to look at her. His forehead wrinkled with puzzlement. "How come the door's closed? Jeez, I haven't seen that thing closed in years."

"Don't go in there, Bruce," she said quickly, totally unable to think of a good reason why he shouldn't.

Bruce was just going to ask why he shouldn't when Vicky swung through the door and saved Monica the need to lie. The lying would have been better.