Paul Gable - Turned on mom

"Ohhhh!" Anna cried out as she squeezed her firm ass-cheeks together and tossed her thighs into the air. "Cut it out!" she said, slapping Chet's hand away from her woolly crotch. "If you want me to think straight, you'll have to leave my snatch alone."

Chet and Greg looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders.

"I'm going to set this thing up one way or another," Chet said as he got up and walked towards the bathroom. "At least this way you'll be in the operation at ground level. There'll be a lot of advantages there, believe me.

"Come on, Mom. Dad'll never know anything about it. Maybe even later we'll get him to join," Greg said as he walked over to his mother and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"All right, Chet, you've got yourself a deal," Anna said, getting up and extending her hand.

"Some deal," he said huskily, grabbing her hand and pulling her toughly against his body. "I'd say it's one hell of a bargain."

"Hey, if you two are gonna fuck around, I want to be in on it," Greg said as he ran up behind his mother and squeezed her ass-cheeks with both his hands.

"Looks like your son's ready for some more of your cunt," Greg said as he clamped his lips into hers.

"Wait! Mmmgffff! Wait a second. I've had enough for the day," Anna said as she broke away from the chaplain and ran for her bedroom.

Chet looked at Greg, then turned and ran after her, his cock bobbing in the air.

"Come on, Greg. The last one that catches her gets the ass!" the chaplain shouted over his shoulder.

Anna sighed and ran her fingers lightly over her sweaty belly. Cool cum leaked freely out from between her sore cunt-lips and dripped down to the stained bedsheet under her sore ass. She closed her eyes and thought of Greg's cock as it spattered more jizz into her sucking mouth. Both he and Chet had nailed her just as she reached the bedroom doorway, and had dragged her to the bed. While the chaplain fucked her cunt, Greg had crawled on top of his mother and given her a teeth-rattling oral screw job. Anna smacked her lips. She could still taste the hot, fresh flavor of her son's jizz as it spattered past her teeth and oozed down her sucking throat.

Anna's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. She wondered who it could be. Both Greg and Chet had showered, then gone out to get some dinner. She was supposed to join them at the O Club later that evening to discuss the strategy they would use.

"I'm coming!" she cried out as she rolled out of bed and picked up her bathrobe.

"Hilda!" Anna cried out in surprise as she opened the front door.

"Anna, I-I don't know who to talk to," the woman began as she wrung her hands together nervously.

"Is something wrong?" Anna asked sympathetically. Hilda Akins was usually calm and composed in any kind of crisis. That was why Anna was shocked when she saw her friend standing in the front doorway, apparently coming apart at the seams.

"C-Can I come in?" she stammered.

Anna nodded quickly and opened the door. Hilda Akins was one year younger than she was and, if anything, more attractive and lively. She was continually involved in planning parties, luncheons, dinners and banquets, something Anna attributed to her less-than-successful marriage. Her husband Carl was gone half the year at sea, and spent the rest of the time drinking and bedding down the camp tramps. Anna could never understand Carl's infidelity. Hilda was a firm-assed, big-titted bright woman with a head of long, fine black hair. Most of Carl's fellow officers made all-too-obvious passes at Hilda whenever they could. But at least to Anna's knowledge, Hilda kept her cunt to herself.

"Sit down on the couch," Anna said as she walked towards the kitchen. "I'll go in and put on some coffee."

"Ohhhh, that'll be good," her friend said shakily as she sank on the couch and covered her face with her hands.

When Anna walked back into the living room, she found Hilda sobbing violently and shaking her head slowly from side to side.

"Hilda, what's happened? I've never seen you like this!" Anna said worriedly.

"I-I don't know if I can tell you," she sobbed.

"Hilda, your secret's safe with me," Anna said consolingly as she sat down next to her friend and wrapped her right arm around her shoulder.

"Oh, what's the use!" the younger woman said, springing to her feet and clenching her fingers tightly into a fist. "I'm sick and tired of being the butt of base gossip and jokes!" Hilda said angrily as her face flushed with shame and frustration.

"It's Carl, isn't it?" Anna asked softly.

"It's always Carl. It's always been Carl. Anna, just today I caught him in our bed with Emily Anderson!" Hilda said huskily.

"The Commanding Officer's daughter!" Anna said in shocked disbelief.

"Oh, God, yes. If it weren't for her father, I'd have ripped the bitch's eyes out. And all they did when I opened the bedroom door and found them there was laugh at me. Can you imagine it? Laugh at me while they laid there, fucking!" Hilda cried out as she paced back and forth in the living room.

"My God!" Anna whispered softly as she watched her friend sob and scream alternately. "But you know, Hilda, Carl's been doing this sort of thing for a long time."

"Don't you think I know it?" she said. "But at least he's had the decency to rent a motel or something. But this. THIS! Right in our own home. It's a first, even for Carl!"

Hilda inhaled sharply, then sank back down into the couch. Anna looked closely at her friend. She wondered if Hilda would be interested in joining Chet, Greg and her in their scheme. She certainly seemed to be the type of woman they were looking for. Too bad Hilda didn't have any children.

"Hilda, I've been talking with Chaplain Thompson today," Anna began as she stroked her friend's hair. She couldn't explain it, but she began to feel her pussy quiver as her fingers trailed along Hilda's silky hair.

"Oh, isn't he wonderful?" Hilda said, suddenly brightening. "And so damned handsome, too."

Bingo! Anna thought to herself.

"He certainly is," she said to her friend, feeling her cunt-lips shudder again as she thought of Chet's cum-dripping cock. Anna was turned on more by her son Greg. But the good chaplain was no slouch in the sack.

"Sometimes-I know this sounds terrible-but sometimes I wonder what he must be like in-in b-bed," Hilda said, blushing a deep red.

"W-well, I wouldn't know," Anna said, giggling softly as she felt Hilda's right hand suddenly creep up to her knee. "But he's single, and I'll bet he's one hell of a stud!"

"Ohhhh, Anna," Hilda gasped as she slid her hand up her friend's thigh towards her crotch.

Anna was no dyke, but she'd done some clit-strumming in the past, especially when the men were gone. At least up to now, Anna thought that it was better to get a little relief from a friend's pussy than use a strange cock and risk scandal.

"Relax, Hilda. You need a little help and consolation, and I can give it to you," Anna said as she dropped to her knees and slid to one side until she was in between Hilda's widely spread legs. Her friend had already hiked up her dress, exposing her hairy, naked cunt-lips.

"Oh, Anna," Hilda sighed as Anna jammed her head forward and pushed the younger woman's thighs apart. In a second she was pushing her tongue into her friend's dry slit.

Anna pulled her face out for a second and looked up at her panting friend. "Just relax and forget about Carl," she said softly as she dove back into Hilda's cunt. The younger woman closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fists as she felt Anna's tongue slide up to her quivering clit.

"Ohhh," Hilda moaned quietly as she ground her firm ass-cheeks together and hunched her sweating thighs upward onto Anna's sticking mouth.

Anna grew more excited as she saw Hilda turning on to her cunt-sucking. She kept on with her wild tonguing, flicking it in and out of the moaning woman's steaming slit as she ran her fingers lightly up and down Hilda's slippery, sliding thighs. Slowly Anna moved her mouth up until her lips were just above her friend's erect clit. She felt Hilda shiver as she inched her right hand under her ass-cheeks up towards her shitter. Then she dove down, clamping her lips on Hilda's clit for an instant. She started sucking on that swollen, fiery nub just like Greg and Chet liked to do.