Don Scott: Come with mom

Sara stood open-mouthed at the doorway to her husband's office. It took a moment for the full significance to register in her brain. There, sitting in his chair, was Eric. Her husband. And kneeling between his spread thighs was his secretary. She was giving him a slow, loving blow-job. Exactly the kind of blow-job that Sara had wanted to give Eric, only he had always told her that good wives didn't want to do that sort of thing to their husbands.

Leaning against Eric's desk was Frank, and he, too, was getting a blow-job from a young woman. Patti, Sara's daughter, shook her head sadly. Tears formed in her dark eyes as she watched the young blonde's mouth traveling slowly back and forth over her boyfriend's cock. It was clear that she was really enjoying taking Frank's hard prick into her mouth, which made Patti wonder why her boyfriend hadn't allowed her to suck his cock many times.

"Ohhhhhh!" Eric sighed. "Suck my cock, baby! Yeah! Ohhhh! Baby, you really know how to give head! You damn sure fucking do!"

The buxom brunette on her knees in front of Eric took his cock out of her mouth. She stroked his prick, looking up into his face.

"Does your wife give better head than I do?" she asked.

"Baby, that bitch can't suck cock worth a damn!" Eric said, then chuckled when his secretary resumed giving him the blow-job.

Those words had cut Sara deeply. She'd had enough men make passes at her in her life to be fairly convinced that she was attractive. To hear, from her own husbands lips no less, that she didn't give good blow-jobs was crushing.

The injustice of it made Sara want to scream. In bed, when she was making love to Eric, she had often asked him what he wanted. Eric seldom responded. He was of the variety that liked the missionary position only. So Sara accepted this. On rare occasions she would curl up at his waist and take his cock into her mouth, but this didn't happen very often, and Eric didn't let her do it for very long. Certainly not long enough to cum. And on equally rare occasions, Eric would lick Sara's cunt. She loved the feel of Eric's tongue sliding between the pink, moist lips of her cunt. But he never did it long enough, and if Sara reacted strongly to the tongue-fucking she received, Eric gave her one of those looks that said, "Good wives shouldn't be that way!"

Young Patti, with her ebony hair streaming over her shoulders and down her back, trembled softly as she watched Frank's cock being buried in the blonde girl's mouth. Frank had been her first real boyfriend, and she had gladly given her virginity to him. For months now she had felt an inner stirring, a sense that she was being held back by Frank. She had wanted to experiment, to do different things with him and to him, but Frank had always stopped her.

"That bitch!" Sara murmured under her breath, just loud enough for her daughter, standing beside her, to hear. "That, lousy bastard!"

"Come on, Sara, there's no need to watch this!" Patti whispered. She always called her mother by her real first name. Sara wanted it that way, though she adored being Patti's mother. "This is disgusting!"

They closed the office door almost completely, leaving it open only an inch. Open just enough so they could peek through the crack to watch the action going on inside. Neither mother nor daughter could leave. They simply had to watch the blow-jobs being given. Whispering to each other, Sara and Patti confided – as a mother and daughter sometimes will – to the other about their sense of frustration, of how they had always wanted to suck cock like the two women in Eric's office were now sucking cock, how they had wanted romantic encounters of raw, rampant sensuality.

Eric, his face twisted with the building passion in his balls, pushed a strand of hair away from his secretary's face. He was watching with glazed eyes her red lips gliding smoothly up and down over his prick.

"Awwwww!" Eric suddenly growled.

Sara watched, horror stricken, as Eric grabbed the brunette's head and forced her face down into his lap. She wondered if her husband's prick was sliding down the woman's throat. Sara didn't have to wonder whether Eric was cuming or not. Sara had heard him make that every same sound enough times in the past to know that he was shooting out his wad of cum.

The attractive secretary made sputtering sounds as cum flooded her mouth. Eric, with his fingers pushed into her dark, curly hair, held her face down in his lap until the last of his cum had been drained from his overheated balls. Only then did he allow her to raise her face. She dragged her lips up the length of his cock, her eyes misty and twinkling with passion, her lips puckered outward as the prick was slowly withdrawn from her mouth.

Sara thought: I would love to suck you off. But you've never let me. Why let your secretary do what you tell your own wife is a disgusting thing to even think about?

Patti's knees were trembling so strongly she wasn't sure she could remain standing. Her tight, young cunt lips were wet and slick with pussyjuice. She could feel her briefs sticking to the lips of her cunt. It was both erotic and infuriating to watch Frank's cock moving back and forth between the blonde girl's lips. He was obviously taking great pleasure in the blow-job. So why wouldn't he ever let her, Patti, suck his cock that way? she wondered.

"Ohhhhh! Keep sucking, sweetheart," Frank said in a hoarse, croaking voice. "You're going to make me cum! I'm going to fuck your mouth and cum down your throat! That's what I'm going to do! That's what I'm going to do to you!"

Patti hated hearing her boyfriend call another girl sweetheart. She hated knowing that someone else would be gulping down his hot, sticky wad of cum.

"Sara, I've wanted to do that to him!" the teenager whispered. There was a bond between Sara and Patti now. The girl didn't feel at all embarrassed in telling her mother that she had wanted to give Frank a blow-job. They no longer had any secrets between them. "Why doesn't he let me suck him?"

"I don't know," Sara replied, her voice so soft Patti could hardly hear her.

Frank's young, powerful body began twitching all over. Sara and Patti watched with utter fascination as the young blonde girl, on her knees before him, sucked and swallowed, greedily gulping down the cum that exploded out of his balls.

She was still sucking on Frank's cock when Sara closed the door to her husband's office.

"Come on, Patti," Sara said, taking her daughter by the arm, "we've got some things to do."

"Like what? Find a new boyfriend?" Patti replied through the pain and frustration that made her want to burst into the office and scream at her boyfriend.

"No!" Sara turned. She placed her hands tightly on Patti's slender shoulders. "Those men in there – we love them! I know I love your father, and I'm sure you love Frank! But they've got this weird notion that only men should enjoy sex! Well, Patti, we've been held back long enough. From now on – from this point forward – we're free! We're free from the constraints we've allowed Eric and Frank to put on us!" Sara gave her daughter a half-smile. "If it's good for them it should be good for us, right? Now let's go to it! We've got plenty of fucking and sucking to do if we're ever going to catch up to Eric and Frank!"

For the first time, Patti's eyes took on a pleasing gleam. She smiled and replied, "You know, that's the best idea you've had all day!"

After the initial rage had subsided, Sara knew exactly what she was going to do, and how she was going to accomplish it. She glanced over at Patti and gave her beautiful young daughter a comforting smile.

"You know, for years I've been tightening my belt, so to speak," Sara began. "Eric is always saying how we haven't got money for this and we haven't got money for that. So I keep driving this crummy stationwagon – which drives like a Goddamn tank – and buy my clothes at the cheapest places possible, and only when they're on sale, and I do all the things that a nice little wifey is supposed to do."