Tom Allison: Two mothers in heat

"That… that's none of your business!"

"Oh, but it is my business, Bill! I'm your therapist, remember? Now answer my question. Lots of boys your age beat their meat – I think that's what you call it. Every morning and night, and sometimes in the afternoon. They're always complaining about getting hard-ons. Do you get, lots of hard-ons too, Bill?"

"I don't know," Bill said shyly.

"Yes, you do, Bill! What's that big thing sticking out of your pants right now?"

Bill glanced abashedly at his obscenely swollen cock, as if it had betrayed him. Carla started to wiggle her ass on the chair, painfully conscious of the wet need burning through her cunt.

"Bill, stand up and come over here!"

Bill was now too embarrassed not to obey her. Rising to his feet, he crossed the small office and stood before Carla's chair. Coolly Carla looked at his crotch, seeing the way his stiff hard-on pushed down the inside of his pants leg. My, my, she thought hornily, young Bill really had a big one.

"Does that big hard-on hurt, Bill? Because it's so big and stiff?"

Bill just stammered at her. Leaning forward, Carla calmly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. Bill just gaped at the redhead as she pulled down his jeans to his knees.

Bill wore no underwear and out bobbed an enormous hard-on, swollen to bursting point with cum and blood. Obscenely the meaty stalk bobbed and twitched before Carla's eyes, leaking jism from the piss-slit. Carla's mouth watered as she anticipated sucking the full load of cum out of young Bill's prick.

"My, Bill, you've got an awfully big, hard cock! It must hurt when it gets so big and stiff. I'm sure this is the problem your mother wanted me to help you with. Would you like me to help you with your problem, Bill?"

Bill gulped and nodded his head.

Carla trailed her fingernails up his thighs, finally wrapping her fist tightly around his cock. The massive prick throbbed violently in her hand. Giggling, the horny redhead leaned farther toward and shamelessly started licking the tip of Bill's cock.

"Oh, fuck!" Bill gasped.

"I'm going to give you a blow-job now, Bill. If you want me to." Carla looked up at him with moist eyes, lazily stroking and tugging his burning cock. "Would you like me to, Bill? Would you like me to suck on your big, fat cock?"

Bill nodded eagerly. Carla opened her mouth wide and made a gurgling sound as she sucked in the first several inches of his hard-on, smacking her full lips hungrily around the stalk. Then her cheeks puckered and she started sucking on it, swirling her wet tongue around the knob.

"Jesus!" Bill gasped.

Dazedly he stared down at her, seeing the spectacle of the pretty older woman with her face stuffed with his cock. It wasn't long before the extreme pleasure of the torrid cocksucking started to get to him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his teenaged prick.

Bill sighed and dropped his hands, curling his fingers into her long, red hair. "Suck it," he whispered. He started to rock his ass in an obscene rhythm, his jeans falling to his ankles as he slowly fucked her face with his rock-hard prick.

It really was a big cock, just the kind of oversized, throbbing hunk of meat that Carla always craved. More sticky pre-cum was oozing out of his piss-hole, and she loved the taste of the sappy, salty fluid as she slurped it up.

Carla was sucking his cock very hard now, and the loud smacking, gurgling, kissing sounds of her blow-job filled the tiny office. Idly she reminded herself how glad she'd been to find this building in the first place – especially when she'd discovered she could get free space just by sucking off the building manager a couple of times a month.

It wasn't necessary, really, but she was glad the old man didn't know that. Carla hardly had to be compensated to suck on a big, juicy prick.

"You're gonna make me cum!" Bill groaned.

Carla took his cock out, of her mouth, watching it throb as she held it in both hands, saliva dripping out of the corner of her lip.

"I want you to cum, Bill," she said softly, her eyes glinting. "You can consider it part of your counseling, if you promise not to tell your mother. I'd just love it if you'd shoot a nice, big load of that hot cum of yours right into my stomach!"

Looking up at him with a vixenish twinkle in her eye, Carla again engulfed his throbbing prick. This time she sucked in even more of it, nearly gagging herself as she pushed the knob past her tonsils. Carla's cheeks flushed brightly as she sucked his hard-on, puckering her cheeks.

"Unh! Mrs. Newman! Unnggghh!" Bill pulled her hair and grimaced with pleasure, fucking his stone-hard cock in and out of her mouth. "I'm gonna shoot it, Mrs. Newman! A really big load! Suck it, suck it, ahh fuck!"

Carla tightened her fingers around the jutting shaft of his cock. She beat his meat furiously, milking and tugging its steely length into her mouth. Harder and harder she sucked, slurping even more loudly. Bill moaned and heaved forward, jamming nearly two thirds of his big prick between her lips.

"Ahhhhh…"

He came then, his cock swelling lusciously on her tongue. A huge stream of spunk rocketed out of his piss-hole, spraying all around the inside of Carla's mouth.

Instantly Carla started swallowing, starved for the taste of his cream. Again and again the white jism spouted out of Bill's hard-on, rushing down her throat. Carla gulped and smacked and gobbled the erupting cock, sucking until she'd pumped the last traces of cum from the crown of his prick.

"Oh, fuck!"

Bill fell to the floor, his pants still bunched around his ankles, still dazed by the intensity of his counselor's wanton cock-sucking. Carla giggled and lifted her ass high enough to pull off her panties, tossing them onto the couch. She wore nothing else under her slitted denim skirt.

Pushing her ass to the edge of the upholstered easy chair, the horny mother lifted her legs and draped the backs of her knees over the chair arms. "Bill," she said softly, as she pulled up her dress. "I've got something for you. Look."

Bill looked up and Carla smiled as she knew the sight his eyes met. The well-hung teen had a perfect view of her red-haired, wide-open, dripping-wet pussy, the lips swollen and pouting with desire.

"Bill, your lesson isn't over yet," she said primly. "Not just any girl is going to be willing to suck your prick whenever you want it sucked, no matter how big it is. Sometimes you have to do something to make the girl happy first."

Carla wiggled her ass expectantly on the edge of the chair. "Bill, why don't you let me show you about pussy-sucking now? I'll bet you're really going to like the taste of my juicy cunt!"

Bill got up on his knees, his cock swelling with fresh blood as he stared at the pink, glistening interior of Carla's pussy. Carla groaned as he thrust his hands under her hips, cupping the ball-bearing cheeks of her ass. Then the young stud buried his head between her legs, gluing his mouth to her cunt.

It took Carla only a moment to realize that some lucky girl had once given Bill an excellent lesson in pussy-sucking. His tongue parted the lips of her pussy slit, making her gasp as he licked the pussy dew from the folds of her aching cunt.

"Suck it, Bill, clean it up good!" Carla cried. Wincing, she cupped the back of his head and excitedly started humping, bucking her ass off the chair. "I guess you already know how to eat out a cunt, don't you? Well, that doesn't mean you don't need a refresher lesson! Lick it good, honey, make it cum!"

Already Carla was humping her ass frantically, and Bill couldn't keep his hands on her bucking ass. Withdrawing them, he glided his fingers up her thighs, making her gasp as the pressure of his fingers joined the hot ecstasy of his tongue sliding up and down her hairy cunt.