William Taylor: Billy_s horny mom

He scrubbed his mother's ass energetically, moving her fleshy buns around. He even parted them briefly, and got an eye-bulging glimpse of her puckered pink ring. It was completely wet and shiny! Then Linda pulled away and asked him to rinse her.

He was through all too soon and drew a deep breath as he sat there admiring the view. Then he realized that she was, as always, waiting for him to leave. He took one long, wistful look at his mother's beautiful bare ass as he backed out of the bathroom. Regretfully, he shut the door on that wonderful sight.

A little while later Billy was whacking his prick as hard and as fast as he could, and Linda was pressing her eye to the keyhole. Her fingers were whipping her cunt juice into a froth, and a very pungent froth, at that. She knew he'd be able to smell it if he walked out but didn't care. She was too busy muffling her cries of joy with one of her fat tits. Already she was planning something even more daring for tomorrow.

The next morning Sue was hanging her head as her mother stared at her with shocked surprise. Sue's nighty was up around her slender waist and her white legs were stretched wide apart, exposing her pouting, wet pussy. She'd been caught rubbing it while humping her soft, quivering ass up and down on her soaked sheets.

"OHH!" the momentarily stunned mother gasped. Then she recovered and studied her red face.

Sue gaped at her mother.

"Maybe we should have a mother-daughter talk, Sue," Jane said softly and a bit nervously.

Sue nodded. Her mother was one of those creamy-skinned red heads with a flawless complexion. Her eyes were green, set wide in a high-cheekboned face, and her generous mouth needed no lipstick. Even when she wasn't smiling, a bit of Jane's perfect white teeth showed because of a slight, attractive overbite. Still in her nighty, she walked to her bed, the twin white moons of her soft ass peeping below the hem of her short gown.

Sitting beside her daughter, Jane began slowly, talking about boys and working her way up to a description of petting. "Have you ever been kissed?" she asked.

The girl nodded. "Once, the Coslat boy grabbed me and kissed me hard."

Jane nodded. "Gentle kisses are much nicer. Have you ever been, you know, touched by a boy?"

"Oh, no!" Sue looked shocked.

"Well, boys'll try to touch your titties, and if you let them get away with it, they'll try for more. I don't want to end up a grandmother!" Jane laughed.

Sue's twat was hot and bubbly from her rubbing, and the way her mother was talking wasn't cooling it down. She suddenly felt very affectionate. "Mom," she said, "we haven't cuddled for ages. We used to do it all the time."

"I thought you were getting too big for that," Jane said, "Would you like to cuddle while we talk?"

"Oh, yes, Mom, let's!" And she pulled off her nighty before Jane could stop her. "Like we used to, Mom," Sue insisted, and Jane self-consciously lifted her own and climbed onto the bed. Sue threw her arms around her.

When she felt her mother's enormous jugs squeezing softly and warmly between them, she pulled back a bit and looked down. Jane blushed and lifted a bit. The heavy tits swayed loosely.

"Mom, will my titties get as big as yours someday?"

"They might, but you're already bigger than most girls your age."

"Yeah," Sue giggled, "I know." She looked down at her own, plump and pale, about the size of large apples. Her nipples were dark and pointed. Then she looked at her mother's mammoth knockers…

"Mom, yours are beautiful! I hope mine get as fat and round!" And she hesitantly reached up to touch one.

Jane gasped, then controlled the urge to pull away and scold her daughter. After all, Sue didn't know what she was doing, she didn't realize how wrong it could be for one girl to touch another. Or how sensitive breasts could be. She was just curious.

"I think we'd better continue our talk, now," she said firmly and squirmed away. Then she gasped again and blushed. Her hand had, in falling from her tit, brushed across her cunt when she moved, making it throb. Then Sue hugged her and they rolled on the bed.

"Mmm," Jane sighed as her daughter gave her a squeeze and a kiss. "Have I told you lately how much Mom loves you?"

Sue gave her cheek a wet kiss and stroked her smooth back. Jane was leaning half over her again, and Sue's eyes were drawn to the creamy white boobs swaying ponderously just above her own. She touched one again, curiously, then closed her fingers over the big brown nipple jutting stiffly from its tip.

"No, no," Jane said gently, taking her daughter's hand in her own. "Since you've never been… fondled… by a boy, you can't know what something like this does to a woman."

But Sue had a pretty good idea of what it felt like. She was deliberately teasing her mother. Just as she used to tickle her innocently while they were cuddling, now she was teasing her naughtily. She giggled and gave the rubbery nipple a squeeze. Jane groaned.

"I'm not hurting it, am I, Mom? It feels so nice."

Again, Jane caught her daughter's hand and held it still. Sue's small fingers were rousing a fire in her heavy jugs, and their fat nipples were throbbing painfully. Worse, she knew her cunt was oozing and worried about Sue's smelling it.

"Settle down," she said, "and I'll show you just this once what it's like to have someone touch you."

As Jane cupped Sue's firm titties she said, "You've got a real pretty body, Sue. You're going to drive the boys crazy when you're old enough to date."

She massaged the soft, warm handfuls of flesh while her daughter sighed, then she stroked down to Sue's stiffening nipples and gently tugged them.

"Ohhhhhh," Sue gasped, arching her back and thrusting her chest toward her mother. Jane continued to tease her daughter's hot, berry-like nipples.

"How does it feel?" she asked in a whisper, licking her suddenly dry lips and resisting the urge to grab her own jugs.

"Ohhh, Mom! Ohhhhhh!"

"Shall I stop?" Jane asked, knowing she was teasing but unable to help herself. She tugged on the two blood-filled nipples until they were next to each other. Slowly, sensuously, she rubbed them together.

"No-no, Mom, please," Sue whimpered. "Don't stop. I-I feel all funny down in my belly."

Jane knew indeed how she felt. She was making Sue cum with her fondling. Things had gone further then she had planned, but it would be needlessly cruel of her to bring her daughter right to the verge of orgasm and then stop. After all, Jane rationalized, a climax is a perfectly natural thing. She couldn't resisting dropping her gaze to Sue's bare twat, and her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. It was an entrancing sight, throbbing almost visibly as the girl squirmed with the nearness of her cum. Two pink lips poked wetly from the center of her thin curls and above them was the dark bud of her clitty. The softly spreading lower cheeks of her ass were shining wetly.

Sue looked down at her titties, still being tormented by her mother's fingers. "M-my nipples are getting awful big, aren't they? And they… they burn!"

Jane groaned as she stared at the loveliness of her daughter. Burn, Sue had said. Oh, if only her daughter knew how sore her own were!

But Sue had noticed how stiff her mother's nipples were. "Oh, Mom!" she cried. "It's making you feel good, too, isn't it?" And she lifted both hands to boldly tweak and tug on the hard brown lumps of gristly flesh.

Jane moaned, "You shouldn't…" But her protest was very weak. She'd been so long without a man, and she was so excited! Her own body was betraying her, and she could hardly believe how stimulating it could be to touch another girl, to feel soft, warm breasts under her palms and hear her groan with the nearness of an orgasm. But her own daughter?