David Crane - A voyeur mom

Miss Jenkins continued to suck, then used her tongue to ladle out the last sweet drops. When Belinda finally released her head, she kept her face glued in the girl's groin, as if pasted there by pussy-juice and saliva.

Finally she leaned back, pulling her mouth off the teenager's cunt with a slurp. She looked very satisfied and yet a bit troubled, perhaps worried about Belinda's reactions now that it was over.

But Belinda smiled down at the kneeling woman. With her pussy well sucked off, Belinda had found that her own tongue was eager for some exercise now had discovered the fact that cunt-lapping was a mutual sort of arrangement.

"Shall I suck you now, Miss Jenkins?" she offered.

But Miss Jenkins looked scandalized. True to bet nature she was tongue oriented, wanting to reciprocal cunt-lapping from the more normal girl.

Belinda was a healthy, heterosexual girl who just happened to want to eat out a pussy and Miss Jenkins was one-dimensional, dedicated to dyking.

"You naughty little girl!" Miss Jenkins cried. And she got up and marched right on out of the shower room, deeply offended by the very idea that she might let a teenaged student plate her pussy.

Belinda was disappointed.

Getting her cunt lapped had been a real treat but she had really been looking forward to the other half of the oral sexual encounter. She was only half satisfied, her cunt contented but her mouth hungry.

She dipped her hand into her crotch and rubbed it around, then brought it up to her chin. Cunt-juice and saliva had pooled in her palm and she began to lap it up like a kitten with a bowl of hot milk.

It was delicious, but hardly satisfactory, being only the dregs of her own cumming, no different than when she licked her hands while frigging off.

Belinda was yearning to get her sexy mouth clamped on a cunt and suck it to a foaming climax. But she wasn't sure which of her girlfriends might be willing to let her dive on their cunts and it was the sort of suggestion that had to be made in a subtle and delicate manner.

Besides, she had some sibling cock-meat to look forward to at the moment. She got dressed and headed for home, eager to fool around with Tommy but determined that she was going to tongue-fuck a cunt the first chance she got.

Belinda would have been surprised at how soon she got that chance and astounded had she known to whom that creamy cunt was going to belong.

"Gee I never knew we had gypsy cousins," Tommy said, obviously impressed by the fact and also by the sultry, exotic woman who had introduced herself as his cousin Wanda. She had been at the house when he got home from school and explained that she was just passing through town in her nomadic fashion and had stopped for a visit but that his mother had had to go out for the rest of the afternoon.

"Oh, we're certainly related," she said.

Her voice was very low and husky, almost as if she were disguising the normal timbre and she gazed at Tommy in a sort of questioning way.

But Tommy was not suspicious at all.

"Yeah I can see a family resemblance," he agreed. "You look kind of like my mom."

Tommy was wondering if the unexpected presence of their cousin would prevent him from fooling round with Belinda. But Wanda was so sexy that the horny young man didn't really mind the intrusion.

Seeing that her son had not penetrated her disguise, Jenny, in her role as Wanda the vagabond, smiled. She did a swirling dance step, as if to verify her gypsy heritage. She clicked her red-nailed fingers above her head, spinning around. Her fat tits swung heavily in her low cunt peasant blouse and her loose skirt twirled high up her lush thighs. It was an erotic sight, intriguing the lad.

"I'm the black sheep of the family," she volunteered. "They don't talk about me because I'm a very naughty sort of lady," she added, swirling again. Her loose cotton skirt spun around her voluptuous hips.

Holy shit, Tommy thought.

Was that a flash of cunt-hair I saw? Ain't she wearing any panties?

A part of his mind registered the fact that if it really was pubic hair, it wasn't nearly as dark as her raven mane. It had seemed almost reddish blonde, in fact. But what did Tommy know about gypsy coloration?

He began to get a hard-on.

Embarrassed by the prominent bulge in his pants, he sat down to conceal it. Jenny or Wanda, as it were swirled around sensually again. She had not failed to notice the effect her performance was having on Tommy. It pleased her greatly to see his groin engorge.

She sat down beside him on the couch, making sure that her skirt was well up her thighs. The scooped neck of her peasant blouse swooped low, revealing a lot of deep, smooth cleavage almost to her stiff nipples.

She had previously placed a bottle of red wine next to the couch and now she took it up, drinking straight out of the bottle. It was a full-bodied Hungarian wine, in keeping with her role. Her tongue flicked out and her ruby red lips caressed the rim of the bottle.

Tommy stared at that passionate peasant mouth as she slugged on the wine bottle. It naturally made him speculate as to what her sensual lips could do on a cock.

"You'reerrr naughty, huh?" he croaked. "Um-hum. I drink a lot and…" she broke off, giving him a lewd wink.

A trickle of wine ran down her chin and splattered onto the upper slopes of her tits, red as blood on the smooth, creamy flesh.

She laughed and lowered her head, arching her back. Her tongue slid out and she licked up the spilled wine from the slopes of her tits.

"Waste not, want not," she murmured.

Tommy was gaping at her, his head spinning. She gave him a really saucy glance.

"Want some, Tommy?" she whispered. Without waiting for him to reply, the wanton woman tilted the bottle up and dribbled some more wine onto her tits and into her cleavage.

Then she thrust her tits out toward him. Tommy thought that he must be dreaming. He stared at her and she grinned and nodded. He lowered his head, a lock of hair falling over his forehead, his face twisted by lust. He began to lap the wine from her tit-cleft.

"Nice?" she purred.

Tommy croaked wordlessly, slurping his tongue up through her deep tit-cleavage. The red wine tasted sweet, served on her hot tit-meat.

She pulled her blouse down and her big tits loomed out naked from the scooped neckline. Her nipples stood out hard and swollen. She poured a little wine on those rosy peaks and Tommy dove on them compulsively. Switching from tip to tip, he nursed the wine from her nipples.

Now Tommy was hoping that his kid sister wouldn't get home for a while.

After all, he could fool around with Belinda every day but this was only a passing visit from his exotic vagabond cousin with her invaginate ways.

He slurped greedily on her tit-tips, suckling up the wine like mother's milk. She poured more into her cleavage and as he delved in to lick it up, she closed her valve-like tit-tips again.

"Ummmmm that's lovely, Tommy," she sighed.

Then she yanked her skirt up above her waist, lifting one foot onto the edge of the couch and opening her shapely thighs wide apart. Sucking on her heavy tits, Tommy stared down into her crotch.

His first glimpse had been correct she wore no panties and her cunt-bush was red as the wine. Her pussy was open, the silt widened into an oval slot and that slot was flowing like a heated honeypot.

"Would you like some more wine, honey?" she rasped.

She lowered the bottle and tipped it over her groin. Wine bubbled into her cunt-slot, ruby red trickles flowing through her creamy cunt-juice.

Tommy was no wine expert but he damned well knew that no fine vintage had ever been served in a sweeter carafe. He slid down from her tits and knelt on the floor, his head hovering over her soaking cunt.