Susan Carter - Father knows best

There was a mirror on the ceiling, letting Harriet and the boy see themselves. Harriet liked the idea of a ceiling mirror. It excited her to watch herself being fucked. And now with this young boy, who sent a rush of heat into her loins, she wanted to be fucked more than ever. Had Brian not been so young, Harriet would never have allowed him to come in at this time. But she was so hot for the young boy's youthful body, she had broken her own rule.

She lay on the bed, and the boy came over and laid down next to her. Her arm swept him close to her, and she was kissing his youthful lips. His mouth was wide open, and his tongue met hers between both pairs of lips in a headlong rush. Even as young Brian's tongue made contact with the roof of her mouth, she looked up and saw their close bodies in the overhead mirror, and felt more aroused than ever. Yes, she wanted to watch herself being fucked by the boy. Soon she would have his juices swirling around in her hot vagina, a pussy she continually exercised.

"Come on, Brian," she urged. "I'm more than ready. Come on and fuck me."

The woman twisted her lips against those of the boy, feeling him respond. She could tell she wouldn't be Brian's first lay, and in a way she was sorry. She would have loved to have taught him everything, her way. Even so, she would teach. She enjoyed the pressure of his hard, youthful body, and she could sense his young prick battering away at her thigh. For a young boy he was distinctly well-hung. The blood-bloated cock rubbed hotly against her flesh, and Harriet could see the boy was as eager as she. She was going to enjoy this boy, she could tell.

For his own part, Brian was intent on fucking this grandmotherly whore as she had never been fucked before. Being young and eager, he was also overconfident in his abilities.

Staring at Brian's well-endowed cock thrilled Harriet. It looked much larger than the reflection in the mirror. And soon it would be skewering into her tight pussy. She could barely wait.

Whenever she became involved with a male, Harriet became mentally detached from, everything happening to her. She knew it was all happening to her own body, yet she felt like an onlooker. Her hot, liquid pussy was ablaze with lust, and she could feel her bubbling lubricant sloshing out from between her labia and dribbling down her thighs onto the bedspread. When she wasn't looking up into the overhead mirror, she knew she would be looking down between her thighs, watching the boy's solid beef roll slide into her tight quiff.

The sight of the strong penis sliding in and out of her vagina excited her more than Harriet could recall. It always brought back memories of Murray, the ambulance attendant, and though she had forgotten his cruelty for the most part, she still remembered how good his driving penis had felt in her, once the pain had dissipated.

Harriet wanted that feeling again and again and again, and no one male would ever be enough to satisfy her. That was one of the reasons why she had become the village prostitute. She knew what people called her, and she felt somewhat proud.

She felt young Brian pushing her thighs wide apart, then he doubled her knees back until the caps were practically pressing into her bulbous breasts. Her hot vagina was open and totally exposed to the gaze of the young body, and the look on his face thrilled her. She could see how excited he was at the sight of her dripping gash, and it made her that much more aroused. Yes, she loved doing things with young boys.

"I wanna lick your pussy, first," Brian Wolfe told her. "I wanna lick it and suck it and bite it and drive my tongue all the way up inside you. I wanna see if I can make you come before you make me come."

"That sounds nice," Harriet nodded. There were almost no men willing to lick her pussy because it was constantly in use. Yet Harriet knew how foolish the men were, because she always cleaned her cunt out after being with a man, and it was fresher and tastier than if no cock had fucked it at all.

"And I want you to suck my cock while I'm eating your cunt," Brian told her. "And I'll fuck you another time."

"Okay," Harriet agreed. "I'll credit some of the money you've paid me for a future time, at your convenience."

The boy had spelled out his demands, and they were more than Harriet had expected, yet because he was a boy, she was willing to go along with what he wanted. But all through this, her mind remained detached from the physical action, and she felt a kind of hypnotic pleasure run through her, as if she were a voyeur. It would be fun to see how this callow youth could take her body on some spiritual journey through sexual nirvana. It would be a re-enactment, in part, of the many scenes she had played in this bed, only the boy was offering to give more of himself than most men.

Leaning across her body, Brian sucked the chocolate tip of her breast into his young mouth. His teeth sank into the vibrant, sensitive flesh, sending electric shudders coursing through the young grandmother. She felt delightedly aroused, basically because he was so deliciously young, and she clung to each marvelous sensation as his mouth covered her entire nipple, aureole and breast with hot, burning kisses. After a moment, she felt him start to slide his lips lower and kiss her ribcage. The boys lips worked even lower now, licking into her navel. Yes, yes, he was going to do everything he had promised. Harriet was the kind of person who always did twice as much for someone who did things for her. And since this boy was so avid to munch her pussy, she'd give his cock the sucking of a lifetime.

His lips were now pressing into her bare pelvic flesh. Her on looking mind seemed suspended in that instant in time; that moment of anticipation prior to the glorious pleasure she knew would definitely be forthcoming. His tongue was about to seek the division between her slavering labia, and his lips were about to plant oral kisses all over her seething nookie.

"Yes, Brian," she gasped, "yes, yes, do it, now. Kiss my hungry pussy. It's more than a pussy. It's a tigress waiting to devour your sweet, young mouth. Shove that wonderful tongue of yours all the way into my cunt, right now."

Her voice had taken on a demanding quality, as a teacher instructing a pupil. Her observant mind looked on her body as a totally different individual issuing commands, even though the vocal sounds were coming from her own mouth. And when Brian Wolfe finally slithered his hot, long, wet tongue between the soft, tender folds of her seething cunt, it was the voice of that other person who yelled. She felt the reaching lingual digit make contact with her simmering clitoris as it reached out from behind the membrane where it had been hiding.

"Aaaaiiiiggghhh… oooooh… aaaarrrrgggghhhh… yessssssss…" Harriet hissed out at the boy, sounding like steam coming from a radiator. Her mouth unleashed the wicked pleasures bursting through her womanly body when his tongue electrically collided with her tingling clitoris. And when the boy's teeth surrounded and closed in on the oversensitive nubbin, she gasped and screeched, her hands reaching out and tugging on his brown, frizzy hair. She wrapped strands around her fingers and pulled the young boy's face deeper into her seething cunt, feeling an entire series of mini-orgasms blister their way through her.

It was good, really good. It was more than good, it was great. It had been a long, long time since Harriet had felt a tongue caress her clitoris. She liked this Wolfe boy. It showed he wasn't afraid. And now that he was munching on her clit, she wanted more and more and more.

Brian sucked the tiny cocklike clitoris up against the roof of his mouth, using his tongue to rub the clit into his palate as his teeth sank into the delicate membranes surrounding the febrile organ. The boy's tongue worked around and around and around, moving in ever-diminishing circles, stroking wickedly across the seething clit.