Bobby Redding: Mommy_s sick friends

He thought of Elaine, of her body. The form of it became clear in his mind once again, as it did every time he masturbated. She was not unfeminine, no matter how hard she tried to be. Her hair was short, cut sharply with thin bangs. But she was slim, tall, and her dress – at least when she would come from work at the insurance agency – would be modern and attractive. Her hair was the same color – deep chestnut – as her eyes. Her face was unmarked by lines, and as far as Claude could tell when he was twelve, she appeared to be younger than other women of her age, which was thirty-five.

He imagined his mother under the assault of Elaine's manipulations. He imagined her finger crawling into the cuntal opening through the small forest of pubic hair. His thumb pressed down on the few strands above the rising of his childish phallus.

"Suck me, suck me," he heard his mother cry, her voice frantic. She bumped her buttocks against the mattress, which thumped under her. The frame of the bed slid closer against the dividing wall.

Sometimes he could hear the slurping of his mother's tongue on Elaine or Elaine's tonguing of his mother's pussy. Tonight he just heard the sighing that became a high-pitched squeal, almost electronic to his ears, as Elaine stationed her head between his mother's sprawled limbs and applied her lips and tongue to her sex.

"Hmmnn…" His mother's voice again. He saw the back of Elaine's head as if from overview. Her head covered the patchwork of hair as she dove down. In his mind's eye, she rolled her mouth and teeth back and forth upon his mother, the tongue half out and half in her mouth as it licked the folds of labial skin. He had never seen his mother nude, but Elaine made a practice of walking naked past the door of his room when he had left it ajar. He heard them argue about it sometimes.

His major knowledge of female anatomy came from the pornographic magazines that were always strewn about the house. There was a stack of them in the corner of their room. Endless close-ups in color of the female genitalia. Women with their mouths inches away from and upon the lips of the gash…

Irene Parkins drilled the fingertips of both her hands into Elaine's skull, so that her lover's agile tongue jammed into her, and she felt the pressure of Elaine's teeth as they rammed into her lips. The other woman twisted her lips and now pressed enamel and gum over the raw-pink flesh. Her forefinger edged under her mouth and she rolled its tip over the inflated clitoris. At first the touch was light, but the pressure became rougher with each forward thrust of Irene's pelvis. Her hipbone jabbed the side of Elaine's mouth. Her buttocks stiffened, the muscles of the ass cheeks compacting and moving closer together, hiding the crack between.

Elaine pulled herself away from Irene's cunt. Her lips dragged over the smooth terrain of Irene's body. The younger woman's flesh was pale, the color of cream. Her hips were broad, but they curved in sharply at the waist. Her breasts were large, the red-brown nipples sharply erected even before Elaine set her open mouth down on one, then the other.

Elaine blew down softly on the first tit, and the cool air over her drying saliva burned Irene pleasurably. She raised her ass from the bed, then let her firm muscles sag into the mattress. She spread her legs further apart and dug her heels down as she braced herself for the fingering that Elaine so much enjoyed giving her. The older woman's index finger combed through the pubic garden, sliding down over the button until it pushed into the yielding cleft. The walls were soft and wet. She forced the finger in until the lips closed in at the base.

She pulled the finger out and wiped the lubricating mist over the labial folds. She pushed down hard on the clitoral ridge, bending her finger at the knuckle and rolling it back and forth, pressing it into the soft meat of Irene's inner thighs. She gripped Irene's ass and lifted her lover's hips, then pushed her own legs under Irene's cunt, so that her thighs touched the hemispheres of Irene's buttocks, which she let rest upon her legs. Leaning forward to take Irene's left nipple in her mouth, she pushed up on the breast with the back of her hand. Her tongue lashed the aureole into pebble-hard erection. Irene's bush covered her own clit and Irene was stroking her back. Her fingers started at Elaine's shoulder, then traced the curve of her body, passed the cones of her breasts, zeroed in to the small of her back. Elaine thrust out her pelvis and rolled her belly against Irene's. She jammed her stomach hard, and her labial folds rubbed through the tuft of hair. Irene's right hand moved to the crack of her ass, and she separated the two hillocks. Elaine winced as the skin above the division almost tore.

Irene caught the cheeks of Elaine's ass in her hands. Her fingers folded and her nails bit down on the flesh, now relaxed and un-muscled. She then repositioned herself so that she was on her knees, and bent down so that her breasts swayed above and onto Irene's. She took her right breast in her two hands and aimed the stiffened nipple at the center of Irene's aureole. Tiny buds formed inside the ruby circle as the tits collided. Irene smiled as she looked down and saw the small jewel, inside of which beads had formed.

Elaine drew her body up on the bed, her cunt just below Irene's. Irene wrapped her hands around Elaine's upper thighs, the thumbs hooked into her cunt. She tugged at the moist lips, which spread easily, and began to rub at the clitoris.

Elaine lowered her head and sunk her mouth onto Irene's pubic mound. Reflexively her tongue's tip wagged over the labial skin, and she sought out the clitoral button. When Irene's whispered "Oh!" told her she had found it, she circled the ridge with the end of her tongue. At last she began to flag her tongue from side to side. The slight pressure drove pleasure through Irene in spasms. She reached for her left breast and squeezed her own tit. Her body was in a fetal position as she relaxed for Elaine's continued sucking.

Her left hand moved slowly toward her crotch, while her thumb pressed inside the inverted cone of her navel. She ground her hips, pushing her pelvis deeper and then pulling it away from Irene's mouth. Irene covered the edges of her teeth with her lips, cushioning them. Now she sucked in at the folds and the clit and even at the gap itself.

Elaine reached down under her thighs and took Irene's head in her hands. She forced her so hard against her pubic arch that the fragile cartilage there ached with the pressure. Irene's tongue moved inside the cleft itself, which was salty with the hormonal sweat. Her own saliva mixed with the vaginal lubrication. She poked the first two joints of her forefinger inside the box and flexed it against the walls. Her second finger crawled behind, under the arch, and peeked inside the rear passageway. Elaine bucked her pelvis forward as she felt Irene's finger press at her anus. The nail dug into the constricted sphincter.

Irene opened her hands and jammed the bases of her fingers against her lover's jagged hipbones. Elaine moved back at the signal, and Irene inhaled, heaving her breasts up against the hairy crotch. Irene turned her body so that her left breast forced its tit inside the hole. She arched her spine, and the tit moved inside the first inch of Elaine's hole. The aureole retreated, now covered with lubrication.

Elaine pushed up on her knees and began to roll her hips in Irene's face. Irene licked at the juicy puckered vaginal lips. She knew Elaine was close to cuming. She turned her cheek against the moist cunt. "No, Elaine, not yet, please, not yet… Let's use the dick." She waited as Elaine's fingertips dug hard against her head, as she tried to stop the almost automatic swaying of her hips and rubbing of her sex.

Elaine got up and walked quickly to the bureau and pulled out the bottom drawer. The plastic dildo scratched against the wood as she took it out. She handled it as though awed. She offered it to Irene, who stood and wrapped the belt around herself. The erection pointed up at a forty-five-degree angle. It was thick, almost an inch in diameter, and the ringed plastic was pulled back from the bottom of the bell. It was colored an unlifelike pink.