Donna Allen: Spying on mom

"Serves me right for not pulling the shades," Pat said. "Does it bother you? About Stuart and me? Some people would start screaming." Helen chuckled. "Not me. I'm not like that.

In any case, why would I scream when the territory is so familiar?"

Helen explained to a surprised Pat about her affair with her own son. Pat listened intently as Helen told her Jimmy was now away in college.

"They grow up fast," Helen said wistfully.

"They sure do!"

"We seem to like the same sort of candy." Pat smiled. "It seems we do." Helen snickered. "Two big swingers drinking alone in the mountains. I assure you I've had wilder times. With more than one, if you want to know. I like them in pairs."

"With your son?"

"No, not with him. The loggers come into these mountains every spring and I manage to find some entertainment. I like them with muscles. And big cocks."

Pat laughed. "I like you."

"And I like you, too. Have you ever made it with a woman?"

The question hung there. Pat was silent a long moment as she stirred her drink. Then she said:

"As a matter of fact, I have."

"So have I."

"I assumed that when you asked the question."

"I like it."

"I think I'd like it a lot with you. We're sitting here drinking when we might be doing something more interesting. I think I'd like going down on you."

"Lord, how reckless we are!" Pat said with a smile. "I don't think I can refuse an offer like that."

Ten minutes later they were in Helen's cabin. They kissed. Pat put her hands on Helen's tits.

"Stuart told me about these. I'd like to look at them."

Helen slipped out of her shirt and bra. She held her tits in her hands. "They hang too much."

Her excitement evident in her eyes, Pat shook her head. "They're lovely."

"Quick, on the bed. I want you." Helen turned the lights down while Pat undressed. Then Helen stripped the rest of her clothes off and joined Pat on the bed.

"You've got me shaking," Pat said.

"And dripping, I hope."

"You'll find out"

"I like a good deal of sauce on the entree."

Pat chuckled. The next moment her chuckle turned into a moan as Helen's mouth found her cunt. Pat pulled her knees back to her tits as Helen settled down to her meal.

As far as Helen was concerned, Pat had the loveliest cunt she'd had in a long time. It wasn't often that Helen made it with a woman her own age. There were too many pretty young girls around, girls either already gay or willing to try a woman to see if they liked it. Pat was something different. A mature woman very much like Helen herself. A ripe cunt oozing a thick stew of fuck-juice that turned Helen on and increased her daring.

She traveled south with her tongue. She visited Pat's asshole. Pat accepted the compliment and quickly rolled her ass up to make herself more available.

"I do love that," Pat said.

Helen stiffened her tongue and used it to probe Pat's asshole.

They kept at it a long time. Helen did all the sucking. Cunt-hole and asshole. She had offered to go down on Pat and she expected no favors in return. She didn't need any. Sucking Pat's juicy cunt was a treat. Helen slurped and dug in. She used her nose and mouth and chin. Pat groaned and came, her fuck-juices drizzling over Helen's face.

When Pat recovered, she said: "How about a three-way?"

Helen looked up from Pat's wet pussy and smiled. "With Stuart?"

"That's right."

"I'd love it," Helen said.

The next evening after dinner, Helen went to the Miller cabin. Pat opened the door when she knocked.

"We conned a bottle of champagne out of your bartender," Pat said.

She wore drop earrings and a pair of high heels and nothing else. Stuart wore only a pair of blue jockey shorts, his cock and balls bulging in the pouch. Helen looked them both up and down and chuckled.

"I think I'll be getting lucky tonight." "But first you get some clothes off," Pat said.

Helen quickly stripped. She hefted her tits in her hands, enjoying the admiration in the eyes of both of them. "I've had the hots over this all day."

Stuart opened the champagne and poured.

After the champagne was tasted, Pat moved close to Helen and kissed her.

"I never got to look at all of you last night," Pat purred. She fondled one of Helen's big tits and then stroked Helen's impressive ass. "You're a lot of woman."

"With some wear on the chassis."

"It looks fine to me. Fine and tasty."

"If you're offering, I won't refuse."

They put their champagne glasses down and went to the sofa. Helen loved having her pussy eaten. She was thrilled by the way Pat looked at her. Pat's eyes radiated hot lust. Stuart sat nearby, sipping his champagne as he watched them.

Before Helen sat down, the two women kissed and fondled each other. Pat rubbed her nipples against Helen's. Then she slipped a hand between them and tickled Helen's pussy with her fingertips. "Stuart gets turned on when he sees me eat a woman. Isn't that true, darling?"

Stuart nodded. "That's right, Mom." "Is Jimmy the same?"

"He certainly is."

When Helen moved her legs apart, Pat slipped two fingers inside Helen's cunt-hole. "You're very fuckable. I'd love to fuck you with a cock."

"You're making me hot."

"Sit down, honey. Let Pat make you feel good."

Before long, Helen was seated on the sofa with her knees up and Pat's mouth on her pussy. Pat teased Helen by doing a lot of sniffing and superficial licking. Helen finally had to grab Pat's head to pull Pat's face against her cunt.

"Come on, suck it," Helen said in a throaty voice.

Pat laughed and nuzzled in. She rubbed Helen's clit with her nose while she lapped at Helen's cunt-hole. Helen groaned and lifted her tits in her hands. She pinched her nipples with her fingers as she gazed down at Pat's head.

Stuart watched them. His cock was soon too hard to keep covered. He peeled his shorts off and tossed them away. Then he took his cock in his hand and returned his eyes to the women on the sofa.

"Came over here," Helen said to Stuart.

When the guy walked over, he smiled at her. "Is she giving good bead?"

"Don't talk so much and stick your cock in my mouth."

She sucked his prick while Pat ate her pussy. Mother on one end and son on the other. She had never made it with a duo like this. Now she knew how others felt when they balled her and Jimmy together.

After a while she pushed Stuart away. "Get behind her and fuck her," Helen said.

Stuart grinned. He moved behind his mother's ass. Kneeling on the floor behind her, he fingered her cunt and then drilled his cock inside her cunt.

Pat groaned into Helen's pussy. She wiggled her ass as Stuart began fucking her. Helen held her tits in her hands and rolled her nipples with her fingers as she watched Stuart fucking his mother.

Stuart ran his hands over Pat's ass as he fucked her cunt. He loved her ass. His mother's lovely ass. He rubbed her asshole with the ball of his thumb as his cock slid, in and out of her stretched cunt-hole. With a sly grin at Helen, he dropped some saliva on his mother's asshole and rubbed it around with his finger.

"Yes," Helen said, "I'd like to watch that." "What about you?" Stuart asked.

"Maybe later.

After that he pulled his cock out of Pat's cunt and pushed his fuck-knob at her asshole. Pat grunted, opened her ass and his prick popped inside.

"Oh yeah!" Stuart said. Gripping her ass with his hands, he drove forward to bury his cock to the hilt in her shitter.

Helen quivered. She liked nothing better than a hot prick up her ass. She never let anyone do it except Jimmy. She thought maybe tonight she would break her rule and let Stuart fuck her ass. He had such a delicious cock. She would pretend it was Jimmy's prick packing her shit-tube.