David Crane: The neighbors suck like us!

When she released him, his cock swayed up and down, semi-stiff, waving from his groin in a fat, rubbery coil, the prick-knob dripping and glistening.

His eyes were closed.

"Look at me, Jerry!" she sighed.

He opened his eyes. She was arching her slender back, thrusting her tits out. Those cute mounds were glazed with his cum, frosted like a cake. As he stared, she worked his jism into the meaty globes with her hands, pulling at her swollen pink nipples.

Then, aware that the boy was watching her, the naughty little vixen brought her hands up to her chin, tilting her radiant face down.

She began to lap his spunk from her fingers and palms, purring like a kitten at a saucer of cream.

"Holy shit!" he gasped.

Debby was drinking his cum!

Now the boy knew that it wasn't an idle promise – that Debby was certainly a cocksucker and that he was going to get his first blowjob the very next day.

He could hardly wait.

The teenagers actually watched the end of the movie, necking only casually now that they had both gotten their rocks off nicely and the urgency was gone. When he kissed her, Jerry could taste his jizz on her tongue and lips and she moved her mouth sensually on his, as if the naughty girl was giving him a hint of how it would be to get head from her, demonstrating how skilled she was at sucking.

They were both feeling quite randy again by the time he drove her home. They kissed a fond and lingering good-night. Debby went on into her house and Jerry went into his, thinking it was real handy to date a girl who lived right next door. Both youngsters told their inquiring mothers that they had had a good time.

Then they both went to bed.

Both mothers – raven-haired Margot and golden-blonde Claire, were having similar thoughts, wondering if the kids had had sex.

Debby undressed and slid naked between the sheets, glowing with a well-sucked radiance. She was kind of wishing that she had sucked Jerry off, though. His cock really did look yummy and she knew how tasty his spunk was.

She was looking forward to tomorrow night, when she intended to go down on him and milk his meat the moment they were parked in some secluded spot.

The girl gathered a mouthful of saliva and swished it around. Her drool picked up the residue of Jerry's jizz. She let it run slowly down her throat, making believe that she had sucked it straight from his prick instead of simply lapping it up from her frigging hands.

She sighed as she swallowed.

She began to play with her pussy gently, squirming around on her hands, letting more cum-flavored drool tingle on her tongue and spark her taste buds.

When her fingers were all gooey from her groin, she held them together and pushed them in and out of her lips, sucking off her own cuntjuice.

Cuntjuice, for some reason, was as succulent as spunk, she thought.

Debby was anything but a lesbian, but she had to wonder what it would be like to suck a cunt.

Claire had gone to bed, too, and she lay awake, listening to the soft sighs and gently creaking bedsprings from her little girl's room.

She guessed that Debby was finger-fucking herself.

The knowledge turned her on and Claire began to finger her own fuckhole as she fantasized about her daughter and the handsome young man from next door.

So, in the Wedgewood home, spanning the generation gap, a mother and daughter both lay naked in bed, alone, playing with their cunts.

Things were slightly different next door.

As soon as Jerry got into bed, his big cock sprang up to attention. The potent young boy was accustomed to jacking off each night before he went to sleep. It had become such a habit that he beat his prick and shot his wad even on the odd night when he wasn't feeling horny.

Naturally, his mindless prick rose by ritual.

But tonight was different.

Jerry was determined not to frig himself off and refused to so much as touch his cock and balls, knowing that if he gave it even a single stroke he would get carried away and all his determination would fail.

Jerry wanted to save his next load of cum for Debby.

He knew that the sexy girl loved to drink jizz and he wanted to build up a plentiful supply so that he could feed her lavishly tomorrow night.

He was so keen on the idea of cumming in Debby's mouth that he even hoped that he wouldn't have a wet dream, wasting a load in nocturnal emission. Wet dreams were fun, to be sure, but they were nothing compared to the prospect of a blowjob.

Ignoring his throbbing cock, he willed himself to sleep.

Margot was standing in the hallway, her ear pressed to the door of her son's bedroom and both hands cupped over her frothy fuckhole.

Just as Jerry was in the habit of having a bed-time cum, so too was his horny mother in the habit of listening to the sounds that the boy made in his solitary sex acts on these lonely nights when her husband was on the road.

Tonight, the silence puzzled her.

Jerry jerked off every night.

Why should he break the routine now?

His mother could only assume that his balls had already been emptied – that somehow, fucking or sucking or simply petting heavily, Jerry had shot off while he was out on his date with Debby.

The idea drove her wild.

With nothing to listen to, Margot was inclined to go back her own bedroom to finger-fuck herself in comfort. But then she heard her son start to breathe with the regularity of slumber and snort gently.

Knowing that the kid was sound asleep, the wanton mother had a tremendous urge to sneak a look at his prick. He would never know, and it could do no harm, she figured.

Just looking at her son's loins was only a little naughty, not wicked, like incest, for instance.

The urge was too great to resist. Holding her breath, she silently opened his bedroom door and stepped in. She moved quietly over to his bed and looked down.

She had to stifle a gasp.

Jerry might be asleep – but his gigantic prick sure as hell was wide awake!

His cock was standing tall over his groin and his balls were ballooning at the base. The fat knob was glowing like an incandescent lightbulb, the ventral vein pulsating and the tip of his cockhead gooey.

Why on earth had the boy gone to sleep without milking that magnificent cock? his mom wondered.

Not aware that he had been promised a blowjob and intended to remain celibate in the meanwhile, letting his cum accumulate for Debby's delight, Margot was puzzled and curious.

She was horny as hell, too.

Jerry was stirring slightly in his slumber, and she wondered if he was going to have a wet dream. Maybe he had left his cock hard deliberately, with that in mind. If he was going to shoot off as he slept, his mother sure wanted to stay and watch.

She curled up very gently on the bed beside him, leaning over his belly, staring at his dribbling cock-knob. She inhaled the fumes rising from his hot, wet prick. It occurred to her that if he had been fucking Debby Wedgewood, the aroma of cunt would have perfumed his prick.

That was a fragrance very familiar to her.

She bent right down over his prick and inhaled. The heated scent was making her head spin. But was it only the aroma of a cock and balls, or did she detect cuntjuice, too?

It was hard to tell.

She pressed her nose right against the swollen slab of his cockhead and sniffed.

She glanced up at his face, but the boy was still sleeping soundly. She rubbed her nose on his knob. It was naughty to touch her son's hard-on, she figured. But that only made it more exciting.

And, since she had already rubbed her nose against it, would it be any more wicked if she were to touch his cockhead with her tongue?

She reasoned that it was much the same, just another part of her head in casual contact. If she just took a single lick to see if his cock was flavored by cuntjuice, it wouldn't be really terrible – like sucking him off, say.