Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

"Had enough, huh?" the receptionist asked as Peg passed her. Then she called. "Wait, I'll come with you."

Dr. Arnold was left with a red face as both women walked out of the office. On the street, the receptionist introduced herself. Her name was Clair and she asked Peg to have a cup of coffee with her and Peg said she would.

"How did you get that job?" Peg asked her as they sipped coffee.

"I started out just like you. I came to him for help with a problem I have."

"Have? You mean you still have the problem?" Peg asked.

"Well, I'm still a lesbian, but I don't consider it a problem anymore. Now my main problem is the crazy guy I work for."

Peg was interested in Clair. If she decided that her problem wasn't really a problem either, then she would be fine, and maybe she would have some fun that she was denying herself now.

"You mean, you still make it with other women, and just intend to keep on doing it?" Peg asked her.

"Oh, yeah," Clair said in a dreamy sigh. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and she rested her head on her hands. "There's nothing I like better than sinking my face in a nice, juicy cunt. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water," she said with a shiver.

Peg was surprised at the woman's candid statement..

"I still like to make it with men too," the lesbian continued, "but a chick knows how to take care of a chick's needs, you know. And it's so nice to lay your head on a big, soft tit. Mmm."

Peg was surprised to feel the same current of pleasure run through her as she felt when she thought about her son and his big prick. Could it be that she could get enjoyment out of lesbian love too? If so, this might be her big chance. She looked at Clair closer than she had before and noticed that

her tits were firm and almost as big as her own. Her face was pretty and her hair was short and shiny black.

The more site thought about it, the more the idea of making it with this chick appealed to her. She began to hope that Clair would make a play for her, but she didn't know if they would be able to make it on Clair's coffee break. Her heart was pounding with desire, but she couldn't bring herself to say that she wanted to try that perversion.

"Ever make it with a chick?" Clair suddenly asked.

"N-no," Peg said. She wanted to add that she'd like to, but she was too inhibited, and hoped that Clair would bring it up.

"Well, I don't know what your problem is, but maybe you should just loosen up and go with it. Maybe a roll in the hay with me might help." Clair punctuated her offer with a wink.

Peg felt a cold shiver run up her spine, and she blushed. She wanted to say. yes so badly that she could taste it, but she seemed to be paralyzed. With a mammoth effort, she opened her mouth, but no words came out. Clair saw her trouble and reached over the table and put her hand on Peg's. The touch made Peg's pussy begin to drool.

"I don't live far away," she said. "Just around

the corner."

Peg finally managed to nod her head. Clair got up, forgetting about her almost-full cup of coffee, and dragged Peg out of the booth by the hand.

They paid their bill, or rather, Clair paid it as Peg was still stiff with frightened excitement.

Peg was aware of walking down the street at Clair's side, but she was thinking about what was to come. Her panties were soaked with her cuntjuice and her tits felt so cold that only a mouth on the nipples could warm them.

She saw the door of a building, then the hallway and an elevator, and all the while, she was in a trance of horny anticipation. Before long, she realized that site was in a small, but tastefully decorated, apartment. She felt Clair push her into a sitting position on a couch.

"Would you like a drink?" Clair asked her.

That was what she needed, she thought, and managed to nod. When she was left alone while Clair went to make a few drinks, Peg thought about having her pussy sucked by the gorgeous chick, and she was taken by a fit of hot lust.

Her breath was coming fast and she shook all over. When Clair came back and held out her drink, Peg's hand shook so violently that Clair put the drink down on the coffee table and sat next to Peg. Taking her in her arms.

"You really are nervous, aren't you?" Clair said.

"I'm just horny," Peg sputtered.

The drinks were forgotten as Clair leaned toward Peg and kissed her on the mouth. Their mouths opened and their tongues met. Peg almost fainted with passion, as she felt the incredibly soft tongue enter her mouth. No one had ever kissed her like that before.

When Peg felt a hand on her tit, she melted in her lover's arms. She lifted her own hand and felt the firm. jelly-like flesh of Clair's boob. Clair was wearing a tight sweater and the ribbed texture made her tit feel even more wonderful. This was the first time Peg had felt another woman's tit and it was a fabulously erotic experience.

As she explored the tit, she felt skillful fingers moving around her own jugs. Clair had found her nipple and was brushing her fingers across it, causing a sexy tickling all through her body. Peg imitated the way her tit was being massaged by doing the same to Clair's. When Clair tugged the bottom of her blouse out of her pants and slipped her hand up it, Peg pulled up her sweater and put her hand into it. The women grabbed each other's naked knockers, lifting, squeezing and kneading.

They both began to make moaning sounds in their throats as they took off into the rare atmosphere of perverted pleasure. Their saliva was

running together between their mouths as they took turns reaching with their tongues into the other's mouth. As they moved their head around in circles, grinding their mouths together, they felt the warm saliva spread over their lower faces.

Clair pulled the hem of Peg's blouse up, exposing her tit. Then, taking her mouth from Peg's, she looked down at the massive object.

"What a beautiful sight," she said as she moved her hand over the curve of the boob.

Clair lowered her head, and Peg braced herself for a kiss on the creamy skin of her jug. She sighed with pleasure as she felt Clair's lips on the smooth skin of her tit. Clair kissed and licked the entire surface of the globe, getting closer to the nipple all the time.

Peg leaned back on the couch as Clair lifted her lit and stared at the big circle of the nipple. Peg saw her lover's tongue come out and lick the hard knob. The soft, wet tongue sliding over her stiff nipple made her grab Clair's head and pull it to the soft flesh. She rolled her body from side to side as her pussy longed for satisfaction.

A hundred desires tore at her as the lesbian sucked her tit. She felt that she had to have a tit in her mouth too, and suddenly and clumsily pulled her tit away from Clair and began tearing at her sweater. She could hear herself making desperate

whimpers as she struggled to get at the ripe fruit of Chair's knocker.

"Take it easy," Clair said in a soothing voice. Then she crossed her arms and grabbed the-bottom of her sweater. She pulled the garment up and off with one quick movement and Peg was confronted with a pair of lowly boobs. They appeared almost white against Clair's tanned body.

Peg was desperate with passionate hunger and threw herself into the softness of those boobs. She felt one tit crash against her face, the nipple poking her cheek. Clair encircled her head and held Peg's face to her chest. Opening her mouth, Peg felt around for the nipple like a new-born pup. When she found it, she began sucking as if she were starving.

The nipple seemed to calm her, and she eased up on her onslaught just before Clair cried out in pain. Peg began using her hands on the boobs as she continued sucking and licking.

After a few minutes of glorious tit sucking, Clair moved Peg's head away from her and pushed her back on the couch. As Peg reclined, her tits flattened slightly on her chest, and Clair smiled at the sight. Then she reached for Peg's pants, unfastening the button at the side. Peg looked up at the woman who was undressing her. She was like a child in the hands of a strong grown-up except for the tremendous lust that held her.