David Crane - She licked the landlord

That would give her time to find a place to live – and to return without any panties on, too.

"May I use the phone?" she asked.

"Certainly," the proper man replied.

Crystal checked the newspaper and then dialed the number of the house with a room to rent. The phone rang for some time before anyone answered, and Crystal took the opportunity to perch on the edge of the desk and move one knee up – so that Sylvester could have another searching look at her soaking panties, from closer up this time.

He was panting like a steam engine as he inhaled her pussy-perfume and gazed at the sodden crotch band of her sexy undies. His lapper flicked out again. He was doing his best to appear proper and businesslike, but he just couldn't conceal the cunt-hunger on his face.

Crystal was wondering how he would react if, without any embarrassing discussion, without any words at all, she simply slid on across the desk and shoved her pussy right into his distinguished face.

She was sorely tempted.

But then the phone was answered.

The woman who answered it, Crystal's prospective landlady, sounded breathless, as she might have been in the bathtub and had to dash to the phone.

But, actually, she was breathless because she had just been getting fucked.

By her teenaged son, no less.

Julia Jenkins was the divorcee who was renting out the spare bedroom in her home. Actually, it wasn't really a spare bedroom at all. It had been her teenaged son's room until recently and it was only a two-bedroom home.

But her son had moved into her room.

It seemed pointless not to sleep together, once they began fucking with regularity – and equally pointless not to rent out the bedroom that thereby became available.

The extra money would come in handy, since Julia wasn't getting any alimony. When the divorce court judge heard the testimony, he had been inclined to think that Julia deserved nothing from her cuckolded husband. Amazingly level-headed and clear-thinking – even just, for a judge – he had been shocked and righteously indignant when he found out that her husband had caught Julia getting gangbanged by six basketball players from her own son's school.

Julia thought the judge a prude.

And her son had been secretly proud of his mother, who was something of a legend at school.

But the husband hadn't been tolerant, nor was the judge, and Julia had to do without what many American women thought of as a constitutional right – lots and lots of alimony.

The incest had been her son's idea.

"Jeez, Mom – what are you gonna do for sex, now that Dad has moved out?" he had asked her.

"Humxnxnm," she had mused, eyeing him speculatively and not failing to note the cock bulge in his jeans.

"I mean, you can't bring men home, you know. It wouldn't be right when you've got a teenaged kid in the house," the boy had reasoned. "It might corrupt my morals."

"What did you have in mind, Andy?" she asked.

"Well…" He looked away and scuffed his toe along the carpet. "I thought maybe I could fuck you, myself, Mom. That way, there wouldn't be any danger of emotional trauma for me, like if you were being promiscuous."

Julia had thought that, for a young teenager, her son was remarkably logical.

"How considerate of you, Andy," she said happily.

He gazed at her hopefully – and she proceeded to take him to bed and fuck him.

Julia had an ever-ready pussy and Andy had a prick that never seemed to get soft, and all in all, the arrangement had worked out very well, indeed.

And that made a room available to an innocent country girl who wanted to move into a normal household.

Now, naked and half-fucked, the telephone having interrupted them before they were finished, Julia held the receiver to her ear as the caller identified herself and asked if she could look at the room.

Julia was a raven-haired beauty, tall and curvaceous, with thrusting tits and a heart-shaped ass, pneumatic hips and a slender waist. Her haunches were like a fucking engine, her pelvis a platform to be mounted and clung to and stuffed repeatedly.

She could never seem to get enough prick, as countless men knew happily – and one husband had discovered to his infinite sorrow and regret.

He was happy about the alimony, though. And Julia, due to the lack of that alimony, was pleased to find that the caller was interested in renting the bedroom and sounded like a pleasant young lady who, as she informed Julia, was employed in a high-class book store.

She didn't mention the high shelves.

"I'll expect you in about half an hour, then," Julia said, giving herself plenty of time to enjoy the second, and best, half of the incestuous fuck that had been disrupted.

She hung up and returned to the bedroom.

Andy was naked atop the covers.

He hadn't lost his hard-on during the break, and that enormous prick was standing tall over his loins, glistening with cunt-cream. A few gobs of pre-cum had oozed from his piss-hole and trickled down his prick sluggishly, streaking his mother's cunt-juice with thicker threads of cock-lube.

Julia curled up beside him.

"There's a young lady coming to look at your room, dear," she mentioned, as she reached out to fondle his cock and balls in some foreplay – or, more accurately, midplay, since they had already been fucking.

Andy was pleased that his old bedroom was being rented out, since it seemed to make the sleeping arrangements with his mother more firmly committed.

"I wonder if she's pretty?" he speculated, giving Julia a teasing look.

But Julia was not the type to feel jealous. "I hope so," she replied, with a lascivious wink.

Totally promiscuous as far as men were concerned, Julia was not adverse to some hot pussy, either. Lesbian love made a nice change of pace.

She stroked up and down her son's fat prick, pumping more pre-cum out. His purple cock-head was slathered now, looking like a fat, juicy plum topped with whipped cream.

She leaned down and licked the greasy cock-tip.

Andy groaned and humped up, but she turned her face slightly to one side so that his prick skimmed her lips and slid on her cheek.

Julia loved to milk her big-cocked son off in her mouth, but she was more in the fucking mood at the moment. And she was well aware that if she started sucking on his delicious cock, she wouldn't be able to stop until she had gulped down his hot cum-load.

Normally, that would have been fine, since it would have made her cunt even hornier and she could have enjoyed a lovely, long fuck afterward.

But they only had half an hour before the girl showed up, so she figured it was better to finish the fuck that the phone call had halted.

She licked up and down the boy's stiff prick and lapped at his hairless balls, but she avoided the urge to take his cock-meat into her lips for some maternal mouthing.

When she did suck her young son's cock, Julia did it with far more enthusiasm than the boy had ever shown as he nursed on her tits as an infant – and she was always rewarded with a creamier drink than had ever been suckled from a tit.

Her tongue tingled as she drew it up the heavily veined underside of his cock-shaft, and her clit echoed that tingling.

She knelt upright and threw one knee across, straddling the kid's loins. His cock loomed up before her belly and she rubbed herself against it, cat-like and purring.

With his bloated balls ballooning in her bushy vee, his prick stood up her tummy so tall that the cock-tip was damned near brushing the slopes of her tits.

Her radiant face tipped down as she gazed at his big fucker, seeing how high it rose up the outside of her torso and yearning to feel it once again plunging so deep up into her pussy.

Lush legs rippling with taut sinew, Julia rose up. His prick dragged down her belly and the prick-knob spilled some pre-cum into her dark cunt-bush.