John Friday: Mom suck big ones

Melinda was a beautiful young girl, a strawberry blonde with gorgeous long red-golden hair. And she was a bold, inquisitive teen, more reckless than wise. That was probably the reason her sister didn't want to leave her alone.

"We'll be very late," her sister warned. "We have tickets for a new musical, and I'm sure we'll want to go out for drinks after that."

"It doesn't matter," Angela replied. "Melinda can eat dinner with us and stay overnight."

"Oh, you're a lifesaver. What would I do without you?"

Angela grinned, wondering more what her sister would do if she had any idea what was in store for Melinda. Certainly a more reckless and thrilling adventure than anything the girl might have gotten into all on her own.

"It's no trouble at all," Angela said, straining to keep her voice from sounding overly anxious. "Bring her over right now if you like."

"Yes, we will. Thanks, Angela. I just can't thank you enough for this."

She grinned and almost told her sister the same thing. Instead she said: "Just go out and have a good time. Taking care of Melinda will be my pleasure!"

Angela was wearing a scoop-necked blouse of sheer, silk-like fabric and a short black skirt when Melinda arrived. The blouse showed off her cleavage to the best advantage, and she didn't wear panties or bra to get in the way later.

"Can I help you fix dinner?" Melinda asked, more out of courtesy than real desire.

"No, dear, everything is in the oven. Why don't we just sit and talk?"

"Well, all right." Melinda was not enthused. She would much prefer talking to someone nearer her own age. "Is Danny home?"

"Yes, but he's taking a nap. He had a hard day. Would you like to have a glass of wine with me?" Angela asked.

"Wine? Er, yeah… sure." That was something her parents never would have offered, or even allowed. Melinda was thinking that spending the night with her aunt might not be so bad after all.

"Red or white?"

"Aaahhh – whatever you're going to have."

Melinda had never tasted either one.

"I think white. There's some chilling in the fridge. Just sit down, I'll get it."

Melinda settled on the couch, hoping that her aunt wasn't going to get maudlin and talk about Frank's leaving her. It had shocked the whole family, mostly because they had always seemed to be such a happy couple. And no reason for the sudden split had been given.

The girl was a little curious about what had happened between them, but she didn't want to hear a long and tearful discourse on the breakup of a marriage. The parents of more than half her friends were divorced and she'd heard enough pissing and moaning on the subject to last a lifetime. So much, in fact, that Melinda had made up her mind not to marry. She wanted to live her own life and enjoy it without lasting entanglements.

Angela brought two wine glasses and sat down beside her young niece on the couch.

"Here's to fun and happiness," the woman said brightly as a toast. Their glasses clinked together.

"Yes, to fun and happiness," Melinda was relieved to find her aunt in such good spirits. And two glasses of wine made them both even more reined.

When Angela served Melinda her third, the girl asked curiously: "What happened with you and Uncle Frank?"

"Oooh, we-we had some differences. Private differences," Angela said vaguely.

Melinda took that to mean sex, the subject that interested her most in this world.

"Did he find another woman?" she asked boldly. That was the story she'd heard most. Melinda knew that men in mid-life were often drawn to younger women. The divorced father of one of her friends had even tried his best to seduce her.

"There was no other woman," Angela replied, her tongue loosened by the glowing warmth of the wine. "Frank found me with another man."

"Ooooh!" Melinda flashed a knowing grin.

"But you mustn't tell your mother that. She'd be terribly shocked."

"Mother is such a prude, I never tell her anything."

"Good, I'm glad you understand."

Each time she'd gone to pour wine, Angela sat down a little nearer to Melinda when she returned. They were quite close now, near enough to touch.

"Was it exciting?" Melinda asked. "The other man, I mean."

Angela giggled. "Yes, it was. Very!"

The girl's deep blue eyes gleamed with envy. "I'm still a virgin. The biggest thrill I've had is some guy feeling my tits."

"You do have the kind of body that attracts attention," Angela said warmly. "For one so young, you've really filled out."

"Mom says that large beasts run in our family." She gazed enviously at her aunt's bountiful cleavage as she spoke.

"They must," Angela agreed with a smile. "Yours are beautifully developed already."

"Yes, but Mom makes me wear baggy, high-necked blouses to try to hide them. She says it tempts men too much if you show them off."

"And I gather that you don't agree."

"Mother and I don't agree on anything. I like to look sexy. If you've got it, why not?"

"My feelings exactly. If you want to take off that blouse, I'll find you one that's more revealing."

"Would you really?"

"Yes, and take off that awful figure reducing bra too. It must be terrible having your tender breasts so bound in."

"Yes, I hate feeling so constricted." Melinda stripped off her blouse and the tit-binding bra. Then she took a deep breath and sipped more wine. "I feel a lot better already."

"You have a stunning figure," Angela said. Her tongue anxiously circled her lips. "Really gorgeous! Do you like it when someone feels your tits?"

"Hhhmmm, yes. I love it! But Mom had a shit-fit the one time she caught me letting a guy do it. She said not to let a man touch me that way ever again."

"What if a woman wanted to feel your tits and kiss your nipples?"

"A woman? What fun would that be?"

"Why don't we try to find out?" Angela leaned closer, her mouth watering so much that she was almost drooling.

"Ungh, I don't know."

Melinda started to move away, but Angela cupped her ripening tits and fondled them gently. Pink nipples tingled lewdly and started to swell.

"Hhhhoooo," she sighed. "I've never been touched naked before. Only through my clothes."

"You like it this way better, don't you?"

"Hhhmmm, yes. It even makes my pussy squirm."

"Think how exciting it would be if I kissed your pussy while softly squeezing your tits."

"I think I'd go crazy!"

"Take off your skirt and panties too. Let me show you how thrilling it can be."

"Mother would kill me if she ever finds out," Melinda said in a voice that sounded both reluctant and strained with desire.

"She would probably kill us both," Angela agreed. "So what we do here tonight will have to be our secret."

Angela bowed her head and kissed one of Melinda's pink nipples tenderly, working it around with her tongue-tip and applying gentle suction.

Melinda gasped, clasping her hands in her aunt's hair to force her head down harder against her tit. "Suck it, Angela! Suck it good! I've been waiting and waiting for someone to do this!"

"You won't have to wait any longer, my dear. I love to suck your tender tits."

"Oooh, and it feels so good. My nipples have never been so hard and so anxious." Melinda writhed joyously, sliding down to lie on her back.

Angela went down with her, feasting on one luscious young tit then the other. Melinda's pussy seethed and reeked the scent of virgin musk. That aroma drew her lips like a magnet.

She cupped Melinda's tongue-lathered tits in her hands and nibbled down to the girl's fiery bush of tawny cunt hair. It was a slender wedge of silken little curls. She tugged playfully on them, working down between her legs.

Tantalizing fuck honey simmered in Melinda's narrow cunt slit. Angela dipped her tongue in and loved the taste. It wasn't as strong as Yvonne's tangy hole. This was more subtle. She lapped and sucked the seeping flow.