Bob Hawkins: Mommy made them

"And you love it."

"You're fucking right!"

Eyes glued to her son's softening prick, Charlene's asshole hollowed with desire as Ginger got up and dusted her swollen pussy-mound, but her ass-crack was unmistakably visible. With her short hair and her lean flanks, from behind she might have been mistaken for a boy. But her high-thrust tits and the swell of her cunt made it impossible for anyone seeing her as she was, naked, to make such a mistake.

"Howie?" Ginger spoke softly. "Ginger treated you right, didn't she, lover?"

"Yeah!" Charlene's son gasped as she moved into his arms and his prick doubled against her belly. "Oh, yeah!"

"Good. I always like to carry out my promises."

She tilted her head back, her mouth pouting. Unable to resist, Howie kissed her. Their noses banged together and Ginger's mouth opened to take his stabbing tongue, and the watching Charlene shivered. The crotch of the woman's bikinis was soaked with her fuck-juices, but her cunt burned dry with her cock-hunger.

Ginger's hands roamed over Howie's back as the kiss continued, her tongue now battling the boy's and forcing its way into his mouth. They tasted each other, shared one another's saliva, the girl's tits crushed flat against the boy's chest.

The kiss broke with a mutual moan. Ginger clung to him a moment longer, then looked up.

"I love boys, Howie. I love cock!"

"Yeah. I mean, I love pussy!"

"Silly! I know what you mean!"

Ginger giggled again. "Howie? I did as you asked, I sucked your cock. I really did make you feel good, didn't I?"

"You sure did, baby."

"What are you gonna do to repay the favor?"

"Huh?" Howie blinked in surprise. "What do you mean? What do you want me to do?"

"Well, you could start by sucking my tits!" She said it casually, and the boy breathed out in relief. He grinned widely.

"Sure, Ginger. I can drive Tracy right up the wall when I suck her tits."

To prove his words he tried to bend, cupping the girl's tits toward his mouth. But Howie was too tall. After a moment he straightened.

"Shit, that isn't gonna work. Come on, lie down."

Before she could respond, he knelt on the ground, twisting to tug his trunks off his feet. When Howie turned back, Ginger still stood- his face was against her belly as she wrapped her arms around his head.

"Oh, yeah, suck me, Howie! Suck me!"

The boy's lips surrounded Ginger's protruding belly button. The tight knot of flesh pressed against his teeth until they parted and his tongue traced the remains of the cord that had bound her to her mother.

"Suck me, Howie!"

Ginger ground her pussy against Howie's chest as she sighed with pleasure. And then his teeth caught her belly button and nipped sharply.

"Ow! You little shit, you bit me!"

She pushed his head away and the teenager grinned as he looked up at her. "Sure, I thought that's what you wanted, the way you were stuffing yourself in my mouth!"

"Bastard!"

Ginger examined her belly button as the boy settled back on his heels. His prick lay over his balls, caught between his legs. Finding no permanent damage and only faint teeth marks, she muttered again.

"I'm sorry, Ginger. I promise, I won't bite again. Not unless you ask me to. But Tracy really likes me to work her tits with my teeth."

"Her nipples, too?"

"Those most of all. Christ, if I shove my hand inside her cunt, she'll beg me to bite ‘em off."

"Jesus, I don't want you to do that. I just want you to treat them gently!"

"You're the boss. When it comes to titty sucking, and fucking, Howie Lewis aims to please."

"Do you guarantee your work?"

"If the first fuck doesn't satisfy, you get a free replacement without extra charge."

They laughed together. Then, still kneeling, they came into each other's arms for another long kiss. Watching from concealment, Charlene again knew an intense stab of jealousy as she saw her son's prick double against Ginger's belly and then slide up until his cockhead pushed between her tits as Howie broke the kiss and straightened.

"Jesus, I'm glad your folks decided to spend the summer on the island, Ginger."

"So am I. Mother had us signed up for a tour of Norwegian nudist camps, but Daddy had to take care of some really important business, so he cancelled the trip."

"Jesus, you really go to nudist camps?"

"Sure, all the time. And to answer your next question, nobody ever tried to rape me. Sex is no big deal. The men don't even get hard."

"Yeah? I'd be hard all the fucking time."

"I didn't say anything about the boys. Where do you think I learned to suck cock?"

Howie grabbed her again and pushed her down, and for a moment they rolled around on the ground. Then his face came down to capture one of Ginger's tits and she sighed with pleasure as he sucked nearly half of her tit between his teeth.

"Oh, God, Howie! That feels good!"

Switching tits for a moment, he mumbled something that might have been agreement. The boy lay on his side while Ginger was flat on her back, the girl's left foot drawn up. She closed her eyes, her head lolling, as he sucked noisily, slurping his tongue around each tit. Then he came down on the nipple, capturing it and biting gently while his cheeks hollowed with the sucking pressure.

"Oh, yes! Yes!"

Ginger's ass came off, the ground and her knees opened and closed. She was in the right position for Charlene to see her gaping cunt in the brief moment her legs were spread. The girl's hands caught Howie's head, her fingers working through his hair, as she gasped out her need.

"Oh, suck me, Howie! Suck my cunt!"

For a moment Howie continued to work at her tits, slurping down to her belly button for a moment, and then running his tongue through the hollows of her collar bone. Then he raised his head.

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Please, suck my pussy!"

He made a face. "No way! No fucking way! Cunts stink!"

"Bastard" She began to pound on him with her fists. "Goddamn bastard! I sucked your cock, Howie Lewis!"

"Jesus, stop it! Stop it!"

The boy caught her hands and forced her arms down against the ground. Ginger stared up at him, lower lip sucked between her teeth.

"Bastard!"

"Goddamn it, are you gonna behave?"

Ginger muttered another curse, then changed her tactics. "Please, Howie? If… if you suck my pussy, I'll let you take my cherry."

"Yeah? You're not shitting me?"

"I wouldn't shit you about something like that. Please, suck my pussy and you can do anything you want."

"Jesus." His face twisted in a grimace, the boy looked down at the promised mound. After a moment he released one of Ginger's hands and placed his hand on her belly, let it slip down to slide across her cunt-mound.

"Please, Howie!"

"Shit! All right, I'll try. But if I don't like it I'm gonna stop."

Ginger didn't say anything to that. The girl drew up both legs and lifted her feet into the air and her cunt gaped open again as the boy moved down to where he could stare at it. He studied her juicing cunt-slit.

"Get between my legs, Howie! Please!"

Sighing, Howie filled his lungs with air and moved between Ginger's legs. Her feet came down on his shoulders as the boy bent toward her cunt, his nose still wrinkled. Charlene cursed as his face went out of sight, but a gasp from the girl said that his tongue had come out to probe.

"Oh God, yes! Suck me, Howie! Suck me!" Howie's ass bobbed up and down as the kneeling boy did as the girl begged. Ginger gasped again and locked her ankles together, around him. He tried to lift his head and brought her ass completely off the ground.

"Suck me! Oh sweet Jesus!"

Charlene's fingers twisted at her exposed nipple until the thimble-sized nub of flesh burned with dry fire. Driven nearly mad with her lust, she tried to work her way forward, anxious to get a better look at the writhing teenagers. After his first effort to escape, Howie settled down to the serious business of sucking cunt. Ginger screamed.