Brian Laver - Hot to trot mother

This was ridiculous, Rose thought. Why couldn't she say the word? She felt her face flush, and she had to lower her gaze.

Gail laughed. "A lesbian," she said. "Is that what you're trying to say?"

Like a child caught at the cookie jar, Rose merely kept her eyes cast down.

"I know it's difficult for people to talk about," Gail said. "So don't be uncomfortable. Everybody acts the same way about it."

"I'm surprised at myself though," Rose finally said. "I thought I was so modern and sophisticated."

"Yeah, I know," Gail said. "But it's still difficult."

Rose looked up. Now Gail looked even more sexy and desirable. She was leaning back in an easy chair. Her tits were standing high on her chest and her blouse looked like a flimsy sheet thrown over them.

Gail had one leg thrown over the arm of the chair. Her blue jean-covered crotch looked warm and inviting.

"Actually," Gail began in a soothing voice. "A lot of women have tried lesbianism at sometime. A lot of girls try it as teenagers, then when they discover men, they give it up."

Listening to this gorgeous chick talking about her perversion was making Rose's body buzz. Rose knew deep down inside that if Gail wanted her, all she would have to do was take her. Rose hoped she would.

But Gail continued talking.

"I had my first experiences with boys, actually," Gail said. "Then I tried a woman and forgot about the boys."

In a desperate attempt to seem in control of herself, Rose lifted her cup and took a sip.

"Have you ever tried making it with a woman?" Gail asked.

Rose wasn't sure if Gail timed the question so it would have its impact just when Rose was trying to take a sip of coffee. But, in any case, Rose got so flustered she dropped the cup right into her lap.

"Oh," she gasped as she jumped up. "Shit, I don't know why I'm so nervous."

But of course she did know. And so did Gail.

Gail jumped up too. "Oh, you're soaked," she said. "Let me get you a towel."

Rose was a mess. Her skirt was dark with spilled coffee.

"Here, I brought you one of my skirts," Gail said as she came back into the room. "This way you can take that wet skin off and hang it up to dry."

Rose liked the idea. Not that she was eager to put on Gail's skirt. But she loved the idea of showing this chick her shapely legs and smooth thighs.

Rose thanked Gail as she began unfastening the button at the side of her skirt. Her hands were still shaking and it wasn't easy for her to get her skirt unfastened.

Finally, though, Rose had her skirt sliding down her legs.

"Actually, I do know why I'm so nervous," Rose said. "I had hoped to find Jim here so we could hop in bed. I'm rather horny."

As she made that confession, Rose's cheeks burned and her voice quavered. But she was afraid Gail would let her put her skirt on without trying to seduce her.

"You're very beautiful," Gail said as she looked at Rose's naked thighs. "Too bad you're only interested in men."

Now Rose began shaking so violently that Gail could see her tits quivering.

"I never said I was only interested in men," Rose said with great difficulty in a croaking voice.

"DO YOU want to make it with me?" Gail whispered as she approached the shivering Rose.

Rose couldn't say anything. But she didn't have to. Gail came to her and hugged her.

When Rose felt the lesbian's tits pressing beneath her own tits she knew that lesbian sex was for her. And when Gail tilted her face up and kissed Rose, Rose was sure.

Rose found that kissing another woman was much different from kissing men. Maybe it was the way Gail used her tongue, so gently yet tantalizing.

After a long, deep, hungry kiss, Gail told Rose to come to the couch. Rose obeyed like a slave.

"Take your blouse off," Gail said as she pulled her own blouse from her body.

Rose saw that Gail's tits were even nicer than she'd imagined. They were wide and solid. Massive really. And the nipples were huge. Added to the pleasure of seeing Gail's tits, was the joy of showing off her own.

"You have beautiful tits," Gail said as she moved closer to Rose.

"Oh, so do you," Rose said. "Really. Yours are gorgeous, wonderful."

As she gushed about Gail's tits, Rose lifted her hands to grab them. But before taking them into her hands, she stopped. Shyness of lesbian perversion overcame her lust.

"Don't stop," Gail said. "Hold my tits!"

That was all Rose had to hear. She filled her hands with the firm softness of Gail's jugs.

"Oh-Wh-h," Rose gasped. "It's wonderful."

Rose had never suspected that feeling another woman's tits could be so thrilling. Sinking her fingers into Gail's tits and feeling the hard nipples against her palms turned Rose on.

Then Gail put her hands on Rose's tits. And once again Rose found that a woman did things differently than a man. No one had ever held her tits so excitingly as Gail was holding them now.

Gail leaned forward and kissed one of Rose's tits. Rose hugged Gail's head, pulling it into a tight embrace against her knockers. Gail responded by opening her mouth wide and sucking as much of Rose's tit into it as she could.

Even with Gail sucking hard on her tits, Rose could tell that this was a woman's mouth. It was the greatest tit-sucking she'd ever experienced.

They took turns sucking each other's tits. Ai first, Rose merely kissed and licked Gail's tits. But Gail begged her to suck them harder. So Rose let her passion loose and filled her mouth with tit-flesh. What she couldn't fit into her mouth, she grabbed in her hands.

Rose was having the time of her life. And then, she felt Gail reaching for her skirt and pulling it off. She thrilled at what would come next.

"Wait," Gail said as she took her tits from Rose's mouth.

Rose watched Gail stand and drop her skirt to the floor. Dressed only in a pair of tiny panties, Gail looked like the picture of feminine sexuality. Her hips were broad, her tummy flat, and through the sheer material of her panties Rose could see her dark, hairy triangle. Now they were both wearing panties only.

Then Gail pulled off that last garment. Rose stared at Gail's cunt and her mouth watered.

When Gail got back on the couch, she grabbed Rose's panties. Rose lifted her ass so Gail could pull down that last piece of clothing. And as her panties were stripped from her, Rose felt helpless in lesbian perversion.

Gail remained silting upright over Rose's prone body. She put her hands on Rose's stomach and began massaging her. Her eyes moved along with her rubbing hands.

"You're beautiful, perfect," Gail said as she moved her hands over Rose's tits.

Rose lay there, but her brain was flying. As Gail moved her massaging hands down to her fuzzy muff, Rose let her thighs sag open.

Gail leaned over Rose's body and kissed her. Rose grabbed Gail's tits as they rested on her belly.

But then Gail took her tits out of Rose's reach. Rose watched with bulging eyes as Gail moved between her limp legs.

As Gail kissed her way down Rose's stomach and dragged her tits along her thighs. Rose arched her back in preparation for a cunt-lapping. This wasn't going to be just another cunt-lapping, but it was to be her introduction to genuine perversion!

Gail took her time. Before putting her mouth to the soaking gash of Rose's twat, Gail kissed and licked her inner thighs and the bottoms of her asscheeks as they peeked out from beneath her cunt.

Rose squirmed as she felt Gail's tongue traveling around her cunt. It moved along the crease that separated Rose's smooth thighs from her hairy mound.

Then, when Rose was shaking with anticipation, she felt Gail's fingers spread her cunt lips.

At the first touch of Gail's tongue in the crack of Rose's snatch, Rose let out a yelp of joy. At the second touch, Rose sighed. And by the time Gail was running her tongue up and down the wet inner lips, Rose was crying out with intense pleasure.