Norma Egan: The neighbor_s daughter

She wanted so much to suck and taste that beautiful pale boy-prick of his. His saliva ran hot and steady as she sucked hungrily up and down the sleek throbbing pole. She enjoyed the taste of his dribbling juices. Cocksucking wasn't the nasty thing she'd anticipated. No, it was fun, a fantastic turn-on…

"Christ, yes, that's good, honey," Rod moaned.

He was still deep in his fantasy of Vicky. He imagined the pert little blonde teenager bending over him, sucking his dick juicily and greedily. He could imagine how horny she'd be, how unashamedly lusty for him. He shouldn't just lie there like a lazy pig. He ought to do something for her, too.

Slowly he ran his hands up her body, seizing her hips and pulling her toward him. She responded, her mouth still busy on his cock. He got her turned around, then straddling him, so that her steamy fragrant pussy was right over his mouth. He stuck out his tongue…

"Ummm!" June mumbled.

Her mouth was stuffed with his cock and she couldn't make articulate sounds, but she moaned and whimpered as searing pleasure melted her body. He was licking his pussy, his wet tongue gliding deliciously into the plump swollen folds of her slit. It felt outrageously good. She was hot and horny again, more horny than ever. His thick tongue snaked up her ravenous little cunt, and she screamed in helpless floods.

Her lusty dizzy brain imagined it was Kent who was doing it to her, hungrily tongue-fucking her while she sucked his cock. She spread her legs wider, welcoming his tongue deep into her soaked hot box, and she sucked his rigid dick faster and faster. She hadn't been so excited in years…

Rod thrust his tongue deep into her, right to the root, and began to ream and tickle in her cream-filled hole. Moaning, crazy with horny pleasure, June gulped his fat drooling dick, taking half of it into her throat. She wanted all she could get, and she eagerly swallowed his salty juice as it dribbled steadily from his bloated aroused balls.

Rod went on thinking of Vicky, and June went on thinking of Kent. Before long they were coming, but not really with each other. They came with their young fantasy partners, came violently and noisily.

"Awww, Christ, yeah," Rod yelped, "eat my come, baby… Yeah, take it…"

June, moaning hoarsely, swallowed the steamy loads of jism that squirted into her throat. At the same time her tongue-fucked twat exploded into violent orgasm, and her cries became high and shrill…

They rolled away from each other, still deep in their separate fantasies. They didn't even say goodnight.

June woke up feeling uneasy, vaguely ashamed. For a moment she didn't know what was bothering her – and then the memory flooded over her, full-force. She turned scarlet, moaned in mortification.

My God, the things she'd done last night… It was bad enough to have taken Rod's cock in her mouth, sucked on it like a shameless whore, swallowed his come. It was even worse that, all the while she was blowing her husband, she was pretending to do it with her own teenage son.

June leaped out of bed. Rod stirred, then snored again. Good – she didn't want to face him just now. He knew her guilty secret, or at least part of it. It was his cock she'd sucked, his come she'd eaten. In all the years of their marriage she'd never done anything so shameless and wicked.

He also knew damned well that she'd been thinking of someone else while she did it. Thank God he didn't know who…

June quickly got dressed and went to the kitchen. Kent was there, raiding the refrigerator, and she couldn't look him in the eye. Why, he was just an innocent boy. How could she have had such evil lusty thoughts about him? She hated herself.

"Would you like me to fry you some eggs, Kent?" she said shakily.

"Aw, no, Mom," he said, "I'll just grab what I can find. I gotta leave."

"Oh?" said June. "Where are you going?"

It looked to her as if he blushed, butte quickly turned away.

"I'm just meeting some guys," he said.

"Well, be back by two o'clock, then," said June. "I'll be taking you and Patty to the pool for your lessons."

"Okay, Mom," said Kent. "See ya later."

She watched him leave. True, his body was changing, he was becoming a man, but he was still only a teen, in many ways. It was crazy of her to have sexual thoughts about him. Why, he probably didn't even think about girls yet.

Kent escaped from the house with a sigh of relief. He'd been afraid his mother would think of some chore for him to do. It seemed like years since he'd been with Vicky, and he felt like he couldn't wait a moment longer.

He hurried across the back yards, stopping to have a look under the big spreading tree. She wasn't there. It was still morning, maybe she wasn't up yet. He hesitated about knocking at her door. Then he heard her calling him: "Kent! Kent, over here, in my back yard."

He hadn't seen her at first because she was lying on the grass under a huge sun umbrella. Kent ran over and flopped down beside her. She was wearing her little blue bikini. She had placed the umbrella well – they couldn't be seen from her house.

"Hi," she said. "I was hoping you'd get over and see me sooner. What happened?"

"Aw, I was grounded," said Kent. "For being late for dinner yesterday."

He looked at her, remembering very vividly why he had been late. She looked delicious to him, with her long sun-bleached blonde hair, her curvy tan little body, and her round young tits swelling up tightly in the tiny bikini bra.

He'd been so close to fucking her yesterday, getting his very first fuck. He didn't intend to miss the chance to do it today, no matter how often his mother called him, no matter what the punishment.

He grabbed Vicky and started to kiss her hungrily, but she laughed and pushed him away.

"Hey," she said, "don't rush. It's a lot more fun when you take your time."

Kent sighed. He was already trembling with horniness. "But we will do it, won't we, Vicky?" he said anxiously. "I haven't thought about anything else since yesterday."

She grinned mischievously. "Of course we will, Kent. But let's not hurry. There's so many fun things to do. We can start like this."

She sat up and took off the top of her bikini. Her sweet firm tits bobbed out and quivered enticingly before his eyes, the nipples soft and pink, the globes tan and silky.

"Play with me tits, Kent," she said softly. "I really dig that."

Kent reached out with trembling sweaty hands and touched the satiny rounds of her young breasts. He cupped them and gently squeezed. Vicky gave a little sigh of pleasure and leaned back on her elbows, thrusting her chest brazenly forward.

As Kent began to play happily with her tits, he noted that she had no shame about her body, no modesty about removing her clothes. But then there was nothing to be shy about – she was beautiful.

Kent held her perfectly round tits lightly in his hands and began to rub the pert strawberry-colored nipples with his thumbs. The rosy nubs were quick to respond to his touch, going taut and hard and tingling. Vicky sighed.

"Oh, that's so nice, Kent," she said. "See, we really shouldn't hurry. We can have so much fun just taking our time. There are a lot of far-out things we can do. Like this…"

Her hand crept toward his crotch…

Patty Hanson had been up before any of her family, and when Kent left the house she was hiding behind a bush in the back yard, waiting for him. She intended to follow her big brother and see what he was up to. She suspected he was going to go see Vicky again, and if he did, she wanted to know about it.

Patty had always had a crush on her handsome older brother, but since turning a teenager, her feelings had deepened. She was jealous of any girl who paid attention to him. Also Patty was getting very interested in sex. She didn't know much about it yet, but she was anxious to learn. She wanted to see everything Kent did with Vicky.