John Friday: Mom suck big ones

"Are… are you saying that you'll do it?" Angela was anxious, as if her life depended on Yvonne's decision.

"Sure," the shapely divorce said with a lewd grin. "He's a good-looking young guy. And we both know how long a teenager's cock stays hard. Danny can fuck me anytime he wants."

"Oooh, good!" Angela said with a tit heaving sigh of relief. "He wants you by noon today."

"I'll be there," Yvonne said. "But first there's something I want you to do for me."

"Anything!" Angela agreed without question. Then she noticed the odd way that Yvonne's sensuous lips curled and the seductive gleam in her jade-green eyes. Nervously she asked: "What?"

"Come back to the bedroom and we'll talk about it."

"The b-b-bedroom?"

"Yes, dear, the bedroom." Yvonne's lewd grin curved wider. "I like having sex with another woman almost as much as with a man. And those luscious big tits of yours really, turns me on!"

"Oh, now wait a minute…"

"You've never enjoyed sex with another woman?"

"No, never. And I don't think it's right."

Yvonne's limpid green eyes narrowed. "That's a strange moral judgement to make from a mother who fucks and pimps for her teenaged son."

"Yes, I suppose. But I just don't think I can do it."

"You don't have to do anything," Yvonne said, pulling gently on Angela's trembling hand. "I enjoy taking the dominant role. Now come along. Just looking at your glorious tits and ass makes me hot!"

"No, I can't."

"Then go home and tell Danny I don't have time for him. His isn't the only hot young prick in the world, you know. I won't have any trouble finding another."

Angela felt trapped, frightened of a lesbian relationship, but even more frightened of disappointing her son.

"All right," she consented weakly, following along.

Yvonne's bedroom was a showplace of sensuous femininity. Sheer curtains softly filtered the morning light that fell on a round bed with pale blue satin sheets and a downy soft satin comforter the same color.

"Let me help you off with that negligee," Yvonne said in a low and sultry voice. "I don't want anything between me and those beautiful big tits."

Angela shivered as the filmy black robe slipped down to the floor.

"Now lie down on the bed," Yvonne said. "On your back just as you would for a man."

Angela lay down, her body remained tense, her legs clamped together like the jaws of a vise.

Yvonne left on her beautiful fur-trimmed gown and stretched out languidly beside her. "Relax, Angela. I'm going to thrill you, not hurt you."

Yvonne leaned over, her smiling face framed by sexy waves of silver hair. She bent down and kissed Angela's quivering lips, making the woman seethe with pangs of mixed emotions.

Her kiss was tender, but demanding. Yvonne's soft womanly scent was enticingly different from that of a lusty male. Angela breathed deep, closed her eyes and tried not to think.

The soft fur trim of Yvonne's gown pressed lightly against Angela's tingling nipples. Angela gasped and Yvonne eased her tongue between lips taut with nervous apprehension.

The wet mingling of their tongues made Angela even more tense. Cold shivers ran down her spine and raised goose bumps all over her body.

Yvonne's lips were sealed on hers and she sucked, drawing Angela's tongue into her mouth.

Angela groaned, enjoying the passionate suction of warmth, but hating the idea of surrendering herself to the lusty demands of another lewd female.

Hands with long and delicate fingers curled around Angela's tits. Thumbs whirled around her nipples and they began to pulse with excitement despite Angela's reluctance.

The silver-haired beauty sucked on Angela's tongue and stroked it with her own, a sensuous wet touch that Angela found strangely thrilling. Her heart beat faster. Her breaths came in short gasps.

Smiling and trailing soft waves of silver hair, Yvonne moved down and kissed one, of Angela's thick dark nipples. It swelled like ripening fruit. She fondled the other large breast through a pad of tingling soft fur.

Angela's lush body writhed, her reluctance fading as a passionate yearning for pleasure increased.

"Oooh, Yvonne," she said with a long sigh. "You suck tit in ways that are so exciting!"

"That's because I know exactly what pleases me. When I eat your cunt and nibble your juicy clit, you'll like it even better."

Yvonne opened her mouth and slowly sucked in all the tit her mouth would hold.

Angela moaned, pulling her shoulders back. Yvonne's tongue circled her nipple. A red lacquered fingernail teased the rigid tip of her other tit.

Angela felt her pussy begin to churn. Man or woman, it didn't matter. Her lush tits and large nipples were sensitive sex triggers. Warm honey began to simmer in her cunt.

Yvonne caught the scent and became even more lewdly passionate. She sucked and bobbed her head. She squeezed and fondled Angela's tits with an anxious hand.

Heat shocks of pleasure sank into Angela's simmering cunt slit. Her hips began to rock. Her pussy writhed, yearning for attention.

Yvonne slipped off her elegant robe and let it slide off the bed. She held a creamy tit mound in each hand, then nibbled down Angela's belly.

Angela gasped. Fiery shocks came nearer and nearer to her cunt, increasing in their intensity.

Yvonne's tongue stroked anxiously. Her soft lips pulled on flesh now warm with anxious desire.

Angela's legs spread instinctively, as though her cunt needed room to breathe. Her damp cunt musk was really flowing. The lips of her pussy sheened and quivered.

Yvonne nibbled into Angela's tangle of cunt hair and down to the mouth of Angela's anxious pussy. She swung into a crouch between Angela's legs, still milking and kneading her lush tits.

"You have a wonderful body," Yvonne said. "So soft and lush and so warm when you get anxious."

"I-I don't know how a woman can make me so excited."

"That's simple. Those tender nerve-ends can't tell one sex from the other. A female tongue makes them tingle just as a man's would. Sometimes even better, because a woman knows which ones want attention."

"Hhhmmm, yes!" Angela arched her back, spreading her legs even more.

Yvonne's silver hair splayed across Angela's belly, soft and sheening. Her tongue dipped into Angela's wet cunt and lifted up to stroke her nubby clit.

Angela gasped. Sparking pleasure shot through every nerve like an electrical charge. High voltage, a stinging delight that made her ripe body shudder from head to toe.

"I knew you'd like it. An oil well gushing like your cunt is now would be worth millions."

"Yes, oooh… your tongue makes me so hot and wet."

"And I'm just getting started." Yvonne bowed down again, fucking with her tongue now as her fingers kneaded Angela's tits. Her sucking lips made obscene slurping sounds, but Angela's shrill cries of delight were so loud they drowned out the wet noise.

"Hhhmmm," Yvonne purred. "I can taste cum. Your sexy cunt must be full of it."

"Yes, Danny's got a lot. He cums and cums and keeps cumming no matter how often we fuck."

"Just the kind of man I like. And young jism has such a thick, creamy taste. I can hardly wait to suck him off and sample some straight from the source."

"Oh, he'll love that!" Angela gasped.

"Most men do," Yvonne answered. "Especially the young ones. Girls their own age are often too timid to do it."

"I know, he almost went crazy the first time I took his beautiful big cock in my mouth."

"Danny's lucky to have two older women. He'll learn things with us that no innocent girl can teach."

"I'm learning from you too," Angela said with a sigh of breathless excitement. "I never thought I'd enjoy this!"

"You just wait," Yvonne said, licking and smacking her lips, "I'm going to clit-fuck you now and you'll like that even more."