Kevin Sellers - Mom wants more

Hastily Janie sat down on the edge of the bed. Gwen could see her son's cum dribbling from the girl's cunt, and the sight of all that precious jism inside another woman's pussy made jealous anger stab through her.

Rut she couldn't seem to work up the motherly ire she knew she ought to be feeling right now.

After all, this whole situation was actually her own fault. She was the one who'd kept Troy tied at home all these years, with almost no chance for a woman's company outside his mother and Janie. It was hardly any wonder that his manhood should sniff out the only two women he knew.

Something in her subtle change of attitude eased Troy's tension, and he smiled. "You're just in time, Mom. Janie and I were just showing each other some of the stuff married people do. We were, uh, kind of practicing."

Trying to retain her mother's image in front of the girl, Gwen snorted scoffingly. "Well, as far as kind of 'practicing' goes, that looked pretty expert to me! What do you think your mother would say, young woman, if I called her right now and told her what her daughter was doing with my son?"

Janie paled, her lower lip trembling and eyes looking frightened. "We didn't mean to do anything wrong, Mrs. King, honest! It just… just sort of happened, that's all. You wouldn't really call Mom, would you? It-it won't happen again, I promise!"

"Well," Gwen said, "I suppose I can be convinced to let you both off just this once. But if you're going to go around practicing like this, you could at least learn to hide the evidence. Just look at how Troy's cum is oozing out of you!"

Suddenly Gwen's fingers glided along the length of Janie's puffy-lipped snatch and scooped up a glob of her son's cream.

Janie gasped, her blue eyes going wide and her body twitching at that brief unexpected touch.

Gwen's pussy renewed its itching in reaction. "We can't let you go home like that, with your cunt dripping my son's cum! We'll have to dispose of the evidence properly, and… and I believe I know just the way."

Giving in to the horny new urge overwhelming her, she shoved her wet hand in front of Janie's face.

"You're the one who made it. Now lick it off. Lick Troy's jism off my fingers, so there won't be any trace, of what you two have been doing."

Taken by surprise at the suggestion, Janie hesitated, staring down at the white filmy fluid covering Gwen's fingers. "I-I don't think I should, Mrs. King. It… it doesn't seem like a very nice thing to…"

"Nice?" Gwen cut her protest off. "You certainly seemed to think it was nice when I walked in! And I still have half a mind to give your mother that call! Now do as I say, or this just may be your very last practice session ever!"

Standing back and grinning now from ear to ear in a way he couldn't hide, Troy watched gleefully as Janie's pink tongue flicked out, collecting the droplets of cum and pussy juice on his mom's fingers.

Strangely excited by the sight of the attractive teenage girl lapping her fingers, Gwen held them out until not a glob of cum remained.

Then she smiled, softening her tone. "There, that's better. Now all we have left to worry about is the load of cum still inside you. And since you've cleaned up your share, I guess it's only right that I do the rest."

She knelt in front of Janie and slid her hands up the girl's warm slender thighs, prying them farther apart.

Janie gave a little groaning gasp, startled by the older woman's action but not daring to resist.

"You… you're not going to call my mom now, are you?" the teenager asked in a quavering voice.

"No, dear," Gwen replied as she stared raptly at the drooling little pussy slit spread before her, its pouting lips wrinkled outward and clit standing like a perky button of pleasure from its inflamed hood. "My goodness, YOU have such a beautiful pussy! So young and perfect… it's a shame that everyone can't see what a luscious cunt you've got!"

Gwen's thumbs moved over the girl's cunt-lips, rolling across their slickness and teasing them open and letting them slide resiliently together again. Pushing them apart to display the dark wet cavern of Janie's fuckhole, Gwen felt the girl trembling at her touch.

"Oh… oh, Mrs. King, I feel all funny down there! I think I'm going to – ahhh…"

Cream gushed over her fingers, and Gwen smiled. "Does it hurt, dear? Or is it more of a tickle?"

Squirming, Janie collapsed slowly backward until she was propped on her elbows, instinctively opening her legs wider. "It – ohh, it's more like an itch. A nice itch…"

"Why, that's only normal, darling." Gwen leaned toward the teenager's cunt, feasting her eyes on it. "You're beginning to cream, and that always itches. In fact, that's the very itch that makes you want to 'practice' some more, isn't it?"

"Oh… yeah…" Janie nodded, her plump young asscheeks hunching upward at Gwen's intimate fingering.

"Well, maybe I can do something about that itch while I'm cleaning the cum from you. There, does that feel better?"

Her thumbs converged on Janie's clit, and the teenager gave a soft moan as she hunched automatically up, pussy juice oozing into Gwen's palms.

"Oh yeah, that – uhh! – that's nice, ahhh…"

"Mmm," Gwen purred. "Now you just relax, dear, and let me do my job. We'll get rid of the evidence. And while we're at it, we'll get rid of that itch as well. Like this."

Gwen swooped down, her tongue stabbing out.

"AHHH!" Janie wailed, writhing as Gwen's tongue plowed into her pussy crease and dipped between its wet-lipped folds, then flicked up to torture her clit with expert care.

Gwen had never tasted pussy before, had never imagined that she might have the slightest urge to eat another woman's cunt. But with the first slurpy wetness of hot cream flooding onto her tongue, she began to lap greedily, stroking the girl's clit until Janie was quivering on the bed, her cunt hunching up and her voice rising to a shrill plea.

"Eat me, Mrs. King! Clean my pussy out good and make the itching stop… oh yeah, suck on my clitty! Yes, yes!"

Janie soared up in wrenching surges, plastering her cunt to Gwen's mouth as the widow teased her clit, nipping and lapping at the rigid little bump. Gwen's lips closed over the bud and she began to suck, still working it with her tongue.

Janie sobbed and arched in luxurious paroxysms of joy, her fear fading fast. After all the things that had happened to her in the brief space of the weekend, being eaten by Troy's mother didn't seem the least bit wrong. She gazed through fluttering eyelids at the beautiful face mashed against her pussy, gasping and giggling as her juices soon streaked that face with horny fluid.

"Oh yeah!" she panted, heaving more furiously than ever. "Eat me like that! Eat me all up and make me come, Mrs. King! More, morrrre!"

"Mmmfff…" Gwen's answer was a muffled gasp of need as she greedily slurped the girl's cunt, alternately concentrating on her clit and sliding her tongue down Janie's pussy slash to collect the drool of cum and cream that poured from it. Then, slithering her tongue between fat wet cuntlips, she gouged for more with the expert licks that only another woman could give. She explored every nook and cranny of Janie's sopping twat, then began to pump her tongue in and out with long leisurely strokes.

The sudden switch to being tongue-fucked had Janie quivering like a bowstring, lunging up in response and crying out.

"Fuck me! Fuck me with your tongue, Mrs. King! Oooh, it's so nice… faster, faster!"

Delighted, Troy watched the whole spectacle. He'd suspected his mom was up to something almost from the very first moment she'd bust in on them, but he hadn't expected to see her actually tongue-fucking Janie the way she was doing now. Her tongue darted in and out of Janie's fuckhole, pink and wet and hungry, as both women groaned and surged in complete oblivion.