C Ralston: Donny_s hot mother

"I dunno, 'bout thiz!" the girl slurred awkwardly as the heady wine hit her solidly and almost immediately, courtesy of the warm afternoon sun.

"You do what you want, honey," Laurel sighed, pretending she was tired of waiting. "But I'm not letting this good tanning light go to waste a second longer. No sir, I'm getting me an all over tan, while the getting is good!"

With that, Laurel drained off what was left in her wineglass, feeling the rush overtake her as she finished it. Calmly putting down the empty glass, Laurel undid her bikini bottom and wriggled out of the tiny triangles of cloth that had barely covered her pussy and ass crack.

Marsha watched in something like awe, as the delicious body of the older woman came into view. Laurel spread her long, sleek legs and poured suntan oil onto them, massaging her ass and thighs until they gleamed with the shiny stuff.

Sitting up, Laurel bathed her entire, heart-stopping body in oil. She worked it into her mountainous tits, smoothed it across her ribcage and down onto her nonexistent tummy. The trailing, caressing fingers rubbed the warm goo into the velvety skin until Laurel glowed like a perfectly chiseled, well-oiled alabaster statue.

"Good God! What a fuckin' bod you got!" Marsha sighed under her breath.

"Well, don't just sit there," Laurel smiled back at the girl. "Show us yours."

Objections somehow overcome by the wine and the sight of Laurel's naked, gleaming body, Marsha reached back and started to undo her own top. She fumbled with the ties a little, her motor reflexes reduced by the wine.

"Next to you, I look like a boy, practically." Marsha said shyly, finally getting the stubborn top loose. She let the ties slide through her fingers, the long strands of material and the cups fluttering off her chest and hanging into her lap.

"No danger of anyone thinking a boy could have tits as big and pretty as those!" Laurel hissed excitedly as the round, firm tits spilled into view.

Marsha's tits were as she had described them. Large and full and globe-shaped, with big, brown nipples that jutted defiantly outward into the bright spring sunlight. Both Laurel and her son's eyes were glued to the springy spheres as they gradually bobbled to a stop.

"I sure know some boys who'd like to have tits like that," Donny whispered hotly. "To play with, I mean!"

Marsha blushed but not as badly as before. It obviously pleased her that a good-looking youth like Donny approved of her bared tits with their nipples.

"Yes, they're really nice," Laurel agreed, slightly mesmerized by the younger girl's naked, gently rising and falling tits. "Their size is perfect, darling. They're just big enough to really get a man's attention, and hold it. And yet they're not a bit saggy. And they make your waist look so TRIM! I never realized how thin your tummy was before, dear. Nor how well developed your ass is. It's really very shapely. You ought to take off your suit bottom, before you ruin your tan with those ugly white lines."

Laurel made the suggestion in a friendly, off-hand manner. She was trembling with excitement and lust inside. It had been many years since Laurel had handled another girl's body with sex in mind, but she could sense that Marsha was going to be different. Laurel somehow had to have this one. She had to share Marsha with Donny, to bring all three of them into the closest most intimate of bonds.

"Uh… Gee, this is kind of neat," Marsha's voice was shy and tentative as she looked around the high-fenced, very private little yard. "I mean they sun-bathe nude in France and places like that all the time, don't they?"

"Sure," Laurel was enthusiastic, encouraging. "And that nice little ass of yours would look so much better with an all-over tan instead of those awful suit lines!"

Marsha looked around guiltily, a gleam of adventure in her big, brown eyes. Donny was playing it as cool as he could, staring off the other way as if he had grown tired of the sight of his mother's cunt and had no interest in seeing Marsha's bared, dark-furred muff.

"Well," Marsha drawled, teasing all three of them for a moment longer. "I don't really see any harm, and an even tan would look a lot better."

Her voice trailed off and the thin bikini strings trailed slowly down her shapely thighs, uncovering her pretty pink slit and its surrounding thick brown fur. She kicked the suit away and sat facing Laurel with those big eyes full of fear and longing.

"Goodness, you're nice all over, aren't you, darling?" Laurel asked the trembling girl in a soft, teasing voice, her eyes boring into Marsha's naked, pink pussy mouth.

Marsha didn't turn red this time. She smiled shyly and closed her legs a little, but she didn't blush. She was growing used to being looked at and admired, and she clearly liked the feeling.

Turning onto one side, Marsha effectively hid her cunt from the others. She lay on one elbow, covering one swaying tit partially but leaving the other wobbling free and exposed in the warm sun.

"Look at her… her… ass, Mom," Donny whispered, pointing. "She's got white marks from last year. Her skin's white as a snowdrift. She's gonna get the burn of her life."

Laurel nodded. "Yes, I think he's right, darling," the older woman said to the girl. "Why don't you turn over on your tummy and let Donny and I put some lotion on you, so you don't get yourself deep-fried. I'll do the bottom half, of course, for propriety's sake, and Donny can rub it into your back."

Marsha didn't see anything wrong with that. She rolled onto the warm cement and spread her legs a little, waiting for the first splash of the cool suntan oil on her bare skin.

Laurel sucked in her breath as the girl's legs split open and the blonde Goddess found herself staring up into the cute little teenager's moist pussy once again. Usually, girls didn't do much for Laurel. Her few lesbian-oriented experiences had been years ago, in high school, and they had been nothing to brag about, really.

Why was her hand quivering so as she reached for this girl's supple ass? Laurel asked herself impatiently. Why did she want to nuzzle and lick and fondle this saucy, dark-eyed little brunette so badly all of a sudden?

Laurel put the questions from her mind as her fingers made contact with Marsha's warms pliant ass cheeks. Put it down to Marsha's interrupting the fuck session with Donny earlier, Laurel told herself as she massaged the slick oil into the girl's soft, baby-like skin.

All Laurel knew was that touching Marsha, rubbing the slippery substance all over her youthful, unblemished flesh, was a huge turn-on for both of them, and for Donny. Laurel could see Donny's cock standing out under his swimsuit as he moved in on his knees to do Marsha's back and shoulders. Marsha was sighing and grinding her bottom up into the air to meet Laurel's insistent caress in a way that left no doubt that the sexy teenager was becoming very excited!

The circle Laurel's fingers were tracing became gradually larger. The oil-slick fingertips moved down the lovely, firm thighs, just missing the wisps of pubic fuzz that grew downward from the puffy cunt mouth.

On the upsweep, Laurel annointed Marsha's ass until the tiny pucker of the girl's asshole was shimmering with warm oil. The star-shaped asshole gulped the viscous fluid down as the muscles contracted involuntarily under Laurel's sensuous fingers. Marsha moaned as the slippery oil greased her asshole. She ground her pussy lips together by moving her legs slightly, reveling in the sexy feeling of being totally relaxed and lubricated in both holes.

Laurel smiled at the girl's movements, knowing the tantalizing rubdown was really getting to the teenager. The tall blonde dug her fingers into Marsha's ass mounds and squeezed, her right thumb "accidentally" popping into the girl's asshole as it slid off the greasy cheek a little. Laurel left it inside, working it deeper as she kneaded the taut, girlish flesh like twin loaves of beautifully leavened bread.