Ron Taylor - Mom Needs It, Too!

But it struck the girl that something was out of the ordinary. The lights in the front of the house were all turned off. No sign of life at all. So where was Jerry?

Leanne went around the side of the house and peered into the kitchen window. Dark as a tomb in there, too. God, had something happened?

She rounded the corner and saw a light, coming from her mother's bedroom. Instead of going to the back door and letting herself in, the curious teenager went to the source of the light. The bedroom window was open, as usual on a warm summer night, and Leanne looked inside. Her jaw dropped as far as the rosebushes that grew beneath the window sill.

"C'mon, can't you get it hard again?" Karen was panting as she rolled Jerry all over the bed. She was playing with his cock while she tongue-fucked his mouth and rubbed her big lush tits across his chest. Her legs and his were intertwined. She had one of his thighs flush against her pussy and she was sliding her eager cunt back and forth along the firmness of his leg.

"Get stiff," she went on, "and fuck me up the ass just one more time, baby! Do that for mama!"

She bent over his lap and took his cock straight into her mouth, sucking and biting. She alternated deep swallowing gulps with lunges that brought her lips to his balls and his balls into her hungry mouth. She had her hand in the crack of his ass and she was poking a fingertip into his asshole, giving the boy a taste of his own medicine.

Karen sat up. "You must be half-faggot," she said, cupping her tits. "You mean you can't get it up for these babies?"

Jerry just shook his head. "Six times is my limit."

"Well, don't call the game warden," Karen replied, "but I'm about to exceed my limit."

She got off the bed and went to the night-stand. The vibrator was there, where she had left it. Not much strength left in the batteries, after the workout she'd given the thing last night and today, but she hoped there was enough for what she had in mind. "Here we go," she told Jerry. "If this doesn't get you up, nothing will,"

Jerry sat up, covering his asshole with his hand. "No way you're sticking that thing in me, you nutty bitch!"

Karen just giggled. She threw herself onto the bed and grabbed hold of his cock. "I'm just gonna tickle you a little," she promised, buzzing the end of his cock with the vibrator.

Jerry leaned back. "That doesn't feel half bad," he admitted.

Karen took him back into her mouth and sucked him a little longer. She was sure she could feel him starting to harden up. Her mouth tightened on his cock and she vibrated his nuts. A shiver rippled through his prick and now she was positive that he was stiffening again.

"Better," she complimented, releasing him from her mouth. She worked the whirring vibrator up and down his lengthening prick while her mouth nuzzled and sucked at his balls. She pushed them aside and licked into the crack of his ass, tasting his shithole. While her tongue caressed his asshole, the dildo continued to tease and tantalize the ever-increasing hardness of his resilient young cock.

"You really gonna let me piss in your face again?" Jerry asked, cupping her big tits and burying his face between them.

Karen straddled his lap and guided his cock into her cunt. She sank down, eating him in her hungry cuntal gulp, and she said, "Maybe. God, you're such a filthy kid! I didn't learn some of those kinks till I was almost thirty."

"You didn't grow up on MTV," Jerry countered, fucking up into her excited cunt. The roominess of her hole contracted, milking his cock with thirsty swallows. Karen didn't feel, or fuck, forty-two.

"Who's better?" she asked hoarsely. "Me or the kid?"

"No competition, baby," Jerry replied. "She might be this good when she gets to be your age, but fuck, you're already this good, and that's enough for me!"

"Okay, baby, because you talk so sweet, I'm gonna let you put it in my asshole again," Karen said, rising from his stiff bobbing prick. She bent down to suck her juices off the shaft. "Let's get you all wet and ready first, though, okay?"

"I mean, you would fucking not believe it," Leanne O'Neill repeated. "My own mother! And my boyfriend! God, Rosie, how could something like that happen?"

"I dunno," Rosie sighed. "Your mom's no old bag. I guess a guy could get excited over her."

"But when he had me?" Leanne asked. "That's sick!"

She'd already gone through the crying and cursing stages. After seeing what was happening in her mom's bedroom, and realizing why Jerry hadn't bothered showing up, she knew there was no way she could stay in the house. So she'd come to Rosie, her best friend, who always provided a shoulder for Leanne to cry on and an ear to listen to complaints.

"Like, look at me," Leanne went on. "I'm a fucking fox! I'm tight and tanned and terrific. My mom is almost fifty years old! What could he possibly see in her? Oh, God, she let him fuck her up the ass! Maybe that was it? Maybe I should have let him… "

It was almost three in the morning, but Leanne was still too hyper to think about sleeping. She paced the floor, staring at herself in the full-length mirror in Rosie's room, shaking her head. Suddenly she stopped and began to peel off her clothes.

She stripped down to her bra and panties. She tested the flatness of her tummy, the curvature of her ass, the uplift of her tits. "It's perfect," she said. "Why would anybody not want this?"

"Got me," Rosie sighed. She came over to Leanne, wearing her nightshirt, and she stood behind her friend, looking over Leanne's shoulder into the mirror. The two girls were like negative images, Leanne slim and dark-haired, Rosie a slightly pudgy dishwater blonde.

Leanne unhooked her bra and let it drop. Her tits didn't sag a bit. The pink nipples were sticking up and out, the way they always did when she was pissed off. She cupped the tits from beneath, squeezing them. "I'm gorgeous," she said without a trace of egotism. "A man would have to be crazy not to want me."

"Anybody would have to be crazy," Rosie put in. Her hands encircled Leanne's waist. She pressed her own tits against Leanne's back. Her face dipped into the bend of Leanne's neck, and she let her lips touch the flesh. One hand lifted from the waist, taking hold of a Leanne-tit, while the other slid downward to cup the fluffy bulge of Leanne's panties.

"Stop it, you queer cunt!" Leanne said. "I told you a million times, I don't want to do that stuff anymore!"

Rosie persisted. Her hands grew tighter, her lips wetter. "You always used to like it."

"We were just kids then," Leanne said in a trembly voice. "I hadn't even discovered boys."

"Well, you discovered something nasty about boys tonight," Rosie whispered. "They not only fuck you, they also fuck you over, every chance they get. I wouldn't do that. C'mon, Leanne, let me help you feel better. I know it'll make both of us feel really good… "

Leanne O'Neill stretched like a cat on the bed, while Rosie Spencer explored every inch of her tawny teenaged body with hands and lips.

"I love your legs," Rosie said, rubbing her face on her friend's thighs. "And you know what else I like?" She put her hand atop the puffy, dark-furred bun of Leanne's cunt.

"You're weird," Leanne said, but she felt a simmering excitement that bubbled from inside her bones and radiated through her entire body. Back when they were kids, almost before they'd even gotten tits, she and Rosie used to play around in the garage and under the porch, but it was just giggly fun and games. Leanne could tell already that this was something far more serious.

Rosie kissed her way up the insides of the thighs, and her face burrowed into Leanne's pussy. She used her hands, too, opening the cunt delicately, gently, exposing the salmon-pink interior that was already glistening with a coat of drippage. Rosie sniffed the aroma of Leanne's cunt, and she looked up smiling. "I bet it tastes as good as it looks."