Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

As Clair spread her pants open, Peg lifted her thighs so Clair could pull her slacks down. Peg shivered as she felt her new friend's eyes on her emerging belly. The pants caught on the elastic of her undies and tugged them down a bit, but then they snapped free and die pants came down freely.

Peg let her ass rest on the couch and lifted her legs so Clair could take the slacks off. Clair looked down at Peg's midriff; the smooth, white belly, nylon-covered pubic patch and solid thighs. Then she helped Peg strip the panties from around her hips.

"Beautiful, beautiful," Clair whispered as the sight had its effect.

Peg unbuttoned the blouse that was still pushed up over her tits, and wiggled out of it, leaving herself totally nude. She felt great about having Clair staring down at her and she knew that she was turning her lover into a wanton bundle of lust.

Clair stood and began unfastening her own slacks. From her vantage point below the lesbian, Peg had an interesting view of the underside of her tits as they stood out on her chest. Chair kept looking down at Peg between the protuberances as she pulled her pants off.

Peg was very happy to see that Chair's body was as perfect as her own, even though it was less dramatic. Clair was wearing sheer undies and when

Peg saw the dark triangle of hair through them, she got a jolt of perverted pleasure. She was going to suck that cunt, she told herself.

Clair grabbed her undies and lowered them slowly and teasingly; Now, standing naked, she put her hands on her hips and struck a pose that filled Peg with lesbian passion. She wondered why she had never felt this lust for another woman before, and wondered what Clair's next move would be. She hoped it would be a move that brought her cunt in contact with Clair's mouth.

Clair lifted one foot and put it on the side of the couch near Peg's head, giving Peg a good look at her crotch. Peg saw the gash thorough her rather sparse hair, and the inner-lips could be seen clearly, looking wet and hungry. Rather than get her cunt sucked, it looked like Peg was going to be the sucker.

Clair leaned slowly over Peg's face, bringing her cunt close enough for Peg to smell. Clair was looking at the expression on Peg's face while she wore a look of extreme passion.

Clair climbed up on the couch with a foot on either side of Peg's head. She squatted lower and lower. Peg was wondering if she would chicken out at the last minute; after all, she hadn't bargained for this when she made an appointment with a sex therapist, but she knew that her horny lust would

carry her through this new experience.

"I want you to eat me, honey," Clair said. "It'll be good. I promise.

Her cunt was a few inches above Peg's nose by the time she said that, and Peg wouldn't have had much choice in any case, but her mouth and twat were both watering at the prospect of lapping a woman's cunt. Now the pungent scent of pussy was filling Peg's head with wild cunt-hunger and she stuck her tongue out.

She felt the slippery inner-lips of Clair's cunt touch her tongue and the flavor ran into her mouth. As if automatically triggered, Peg's tongue began moving in long swipes through those protruding lips, and the feeling of heavy cunt liquor running down her face made her tongue lap faster.

Clair made herself comfortable on her knees with Peg's head between her thighs. With her hands supporting her body on the arm rest of the couch, Clair held her pussy in licking distance of Peg's face and trembled in ecstasy. Peg was really getting into it now as she did all the things to Clair's cunt that she liked to have done to hers. Besides lipping the length of the wily inner-lips, she probed into the tunnel and tickled the clit with the tip of her tongue. She could tell by the way Clair was moving her hips and by the sounds she was making that she

was doing a good job.

She lifted her hands to Clair's ass and was caressing the firm cheeks when she got the notion to see if the lesie liked having her ass played with. Moving a finger tip into the crack, she found that tight aperture and brushed it lightly.

"Yeah," Clair gasped in a desperate voice. "Ohhhhh!"

Her moans of pleasure gave Peg encouragement to probe into her ass a bit deeper and she nestled her finger in up to the first knuckle. Clair's belly hovered over Peg's head so Peg couldn't see anything, but she didn't have to: she knew that Clair was going into a fit of sexual rapture.

Clair began howling and shaking so wildly that Peg knew she must be coming, but she kept her tongue reaching up her flowing tube. With a final scream, Clair jumped off Peg's thrashing tongue and collapsed like a rag doll on top of her. She was a sweating, shivering creature in her post-orgasmic frenzy so Peg held her and caressed her until she calmed down.

"Are you sure you never ate a cunt before?" she asked. Then, when Peg said she hadn't, she said, "Well, you're a natural, baby."

Peg was so proud of herself that she beamed. Her face was smeared with pussy juice and her taint was still tingling with need, but she felt she had

taken an important step in her life. She was on the path to sexual fulfillment, no matter where it would lead her.

When Clair began to settle down from the explosion of her climax and she was able to control her muscles again she started slithering down Peg's body. Now Peg would get the benefits of this lesbian's tongue in her twat.

Clair lingered at her tits and sucked each nipple until she was sure it was time to move on. Putting her hand over the hairy mound of Peg's cunt and dipping a finger into the slot helped her determine the progress of her lust. She felt that Peg was wet and ready as her finger was squeezed by the contractions of the pussy-tunnel.

Peg was flat on her back with her legs spread as Clair wiggled her way into sucking position. Peg could more or less relax now and let the chick eat her.

There was still a surprise in store for her though. When Chair had positioned herself with her face in Peg's pubic curls and stuck her tongue in the gash, Peg realized that she was a skillful cunt-lapper. Peg always went wild with a lashing, poking tongue in her cunt, but this was different. At the first stroke, Peg was reduced to a crazily writhing pervert. There was something about the way Clair used her tongue that made it much more thrilling than any

guy's tongue had ever been.

When the tongue tip touched Peg's clit, she almost fainted with the intense ecstasy that shot through her. When she was on the verge of coming, Clair stopped tonguing her clit and began covering the entire pink slit with quick broad strokes that seemed perfect for giving her the strongest possible orgasm after taking her to the highest pinnacle of passion.

Peg didn't stop vibrating for a while as the pleasure slowly drained away. When it did, she was left as limp as a wrung-out dish rag. Her cunt would never be the same.

"Well, I've got to get back to work," Clair said. "But you can relax and leave whenever you want." She got dressed, then said, "The next time you need a sex therapist, just come see me.

Peg thanked her. She was glad to be able to hang around and rest. She was such a wreck it would take a while for her to get her strength back. Also, she had time to think. It seemed to her that if this new experience was so wonderful, there might be other things, perverted perhaps, that would be as

wonderful. She felt better than she had in quite a while.

Now that Peg had broken the perversion barrier with Clair, site was more eager than ever to get her hands on her son: Her passion for him was unlimited and was only thwarted by her shyness to seduce him. After all, what could a mother do with the kid she'd brought up to give him the idea that she wanted his body, except come right out and tell him, or grab him and kiss him? But those things were out, she simply wouldn't be able to do it.