Rex Taylor: Mother lover

"Why don't we all go off by ourselves?" Jennifer countered. "I mean, you might change your mind." She smiled Madonna-like. "One never knows, does one?"

"All right," Cathy agreed. "You can come along if you want to. If Chris doesn't have any objections to a threesome, he certainly shouldn't care if you watch. But I hope watching turns you on, because that's all you're gonna get to do. If you put your hands on me one more time, I'll break your goddamned fingers!"

In the woods, standing on the moist green grass banking the sheltered pool, Cathy glared a reply to Jennifer's toothy smirking smile, then reached up defiantly and unhooked her bikini bra. She turned td Chris, who still wore his tank top and cut-off jeans, and she melted into his arms, presenting her face to be kissed. Her eyes closed and her head dropped back slightly as she accepted the pressure of his lips, and she reached for his hand, placing it atop her tit. His palm cupped her soft warmth and her brown nipple rose to attention in his firm grip. Cathy's lips parted and his tongue stole into her and she no longer cared that Jennifer was sitting on the grass only a few feet away, watching all that went on, smiling a smug, bitchy smile.

Their lips smacked in parting, and Chris began to kiss his way down Cathy's neck, onto her boobs, his warm mouth lingering nicely upon each nipple in its turn. Cathy stroked his blond hair as he nursed her tit, and she spoke to him in a soft low voice, calling him private and tender names as his lips first rolled upon, then seized and tugged at her stiff little papa. She could feel her nipples growing stiffer, firmer, tighter, in the cuddling grip of his mouth and his spit flowed upon the hard young blossoms of her jugs.

His hands smoothed down her sides, catching for a moment at her waist, then sliding southward, down her flanks. He worked his thumbs into the waistband of her bikini, playing with it, giving it teasing little jerks as if he were unsure whether or not to strip her of her panties.

"Go ahead," Jennifer encouraged. "Take it all off."

"Go to hell," Cathy groaned, throbbing with delight as he continued to suck her titties. She brought one of her hands down to join his and she started to pull at her panties in real earnest. Chris got the message, and he slid the tiny garment down over the ripe curves of her ass, halfway down her legs. She brought her knees together and the panties fell to her ankles, allowing her to step out of them.

"Nice," Jennifer commented. "How about you, Chris? What kind of body do you have?"

"Show the bitch," Cathy ordered, and Chris raised his head. He laughed gently, then slipped his tank top over his bead. Cathy reached out to touch the soft, downy hairs upon his chest, nearly invisible in their blondness against his golden glowing skin. She rubbed her hand across his flat chest and her fingers pinched at his male nipples until she felt them growing hard and stiff, just like her own had already done.

"Is this what you really want?" he asked her. "I mean, I don't care, but do you?"

"I don't have any choice," Cathy grimaced. "She won't leave and I'm horny." And besides, she confessed to herself, there was something perversely exciting about getting naked and fucking in front of a third party. Cathy had never done anything like that before. All her past encounters had been straight one-on-one-one guy on one Cathy-but this was something new, something freaky in its own way. She knew that her half-formed impressions had been right, that

Jennifer had been interested in her body, that the frisky, off-again, on-again touches of the last few days had in reality been explorations of Cathy's potential for lesbian lovemaking. Well, so what? She hadn't fallen for it. She'd kept her cool and ignored Jennifer's covert approaches, and now it was paying off. Jennifer was going to watch Cathy balling with a gorgeous guy, and she wasn't going to have any part of it for herself. All she could do was watch.

Chris stood there looking at her, his cut-offs still fastened in place. "Well, get with it!" Cathy giggled, but before he could do as she commanded, her hands were upon him, unbuttoning him at the waist and dragging down his short jeans. He wasn't wearing a damned thing underneath, and his cock flopped into sight as the cut-offs went down. It hung down from his groin like a weary snake, resting upon his heavy balls. Yesterday his prick had gotten stiff as a poker from rubbing and kissing her. Today he'd already sucked and felt her, and his cock was still soft.

She took his dick between thumb and forefinger

and shook it playfully. Life seemed to burst aflame inside his meat, and she knew that he wasn't quite jaded with her yet, that there was still plenty of action left in Chris Robinson. She wrapped her warm hand around his rod and felt it begin to engorge within her cuddling grip. His cock became stiff, bullish, and she dropped to her ass on the ground to help the process along.

Jennifer got up from where she was sitting on the grass and strolled over, for a closer look. She leaned forward and watched with interest as Cathy peeled back the foreskin of her man's cock and began to use her tongue upon the purple grape of its head.

Cathy licked around and around the tender, pulsing knob of his prick, rubbing the glans ridge with her kittenish tongue until Chris stood erect and proud, his lance jutting upward at an arrogant angle. Still she continued to bathe his dick with her tongue, until he felt a weakening at the back of his knees and found himself compelled to reach out and touch her golden hair for steadying.

"Don't get too carried away," Jennifer suggested. "Hell blow his cookies too soon and we'll-you'll be left holding the bag. So to speak."

Cathy looked up, lightning shooting from her angered brow. "I'm taking care of this," she informed the other girl, "and I don't need any goddamned backseat cocksucking. And there's no 'we' about this, as far as you're concerned, Jennifer Pendexter. It's me and Chris. Period."

Jennifer shrugged and stepped back. Chris looked over at her and saw that she was slipping her arms free of her bra straps. She reached behind and unhooked herself, dropping her bikini top to the ground. Her big tits bounced as she unholstered them, and they had a most impressive bounce, he was forced to admit. She had a nice set of boobs

on her, if you liked the busty type-big but not too saggy yet, with nipples so peachy pink they seemed to blend right into the flesh of her tits so that, from a distance, it was hard to tell just where the areolas began and ended. She cupped-them in her hands, looking down at their round plumpness as though she were very pleased with them, and then she looked up, her eyes catching Chris' almost hypnotic contact. She smiled like a cobra and for one weak moment he felt as if he must indeed ask Cathy if she would please reconsider her decision to leave Jennifer out of this little game of screw.

Innocently, chastely, Cathy was busy sucking and licking his male equipment, from balls to cocktip, and she could not guess what treachery her man was contemplating. She opened her mouth wide and sucked his left ball inside, rolling it in her mouth, making him cry out in a wailing voice, making him blink in admiration of her superb technique. That blink was his salvation, for when his eyes snapped shut, the contact with Jennifer's was broken.

When his lids opened once more, the spell had been sundered and now Jennifer was simply a half-naked girl playing with her tits a few feet from him.

He reached down, took his cock in hand, and removed it forcibly from Cathy's mouth. She wrestled with him in an effort to retain her control, but he was much stronger than she was and so she had to concede the point. Bubbles of her spit gleamed all along the shaft of his rod and he meant to replace that saliva with the even wetter secretions of her honeycomb of a pussy.