Karen mewled mindlessly as her son fucked faster and deeper into her mouth. The swollen head of his prick pressing at the entrance of her throat sent her even higher. She dug her fingers into the crack of his ass, pressing upon
his sensitive asshole with one finger, urging him to spurt come juice down her hungry throat.
His balls bounced and banged against her face, against her nose. Karen was almost out of her mind with erotic desire now. She slammed her mouth back and forth on his fucking cock, bruising her lips in the wiry hair at the base, hit feeling only the most exquisite ecstasy. She began to squeal loudly, and not just because she was coming and coming and coming. The hardness of her son's cock seemed to increase, as did the powerful throbbing of his prick.
Then Brett came.
The come juice spurted from the piss hole of his cock like some unleashed river. The thick come juice flowed over her tongue, then down her throat. Karen wailed with ecstasy as her cunt burst into a final, muscle-shattering orgasm that threatened to rip her body apart. She tried to let her mouth fill before swallowing, but found it impossible. He was coming so much she would lose jizz from the corners of her tight lips if she didn't swallow. She began to swallow desperately, making gurgling sounds of erode passion. She pulled his cock deep into her mouth, his prick spurting come juice down her throat. Then she sucked up to
race her tongue around his piss hole as if trying to hold back the flood.
As their straining bodies relaxed, they rested with mouths between each other's thighs, kissing gently at the hot flesh of cunt and cock. Karen turned her face and licked the sweetness of his thigh where his balls rested, then she ran her tongue about his empty balls for a while.
"That was fantastic, darling," she whispered as she stroked his ass tenderly. "I've never had my cunt sucked so good. Oooo, I love it."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen considered what she was involved in. She was fucking and sucking her son's cock, and he was the happiest boy ever. She found that her personal beast was not tormenting her anymore it still paced about in a restless way, but there was no longer that gnawing, demanding feeling.
And Sally…
Never had she thought she would be so pleased with a girl. At least not in the way she
was pleased with the, cute, erotic, uninhibited creature named Sally. Eating that sugary cunt was a delight Karen found almost impossible to describe. The soft feeling of Sally's cunt and the hot sensations from her tight pussy and the tickling of her fuzzy cunt hairs were so different than the feelings she got from sucking and licking her son's hard cock and precious balls. It was fantastic to suck Sally's sweet pussy, and she experienced the same pleasures while sucking her son's cock or when he was fucking so energetically into her hairy, insatiable cunt.
Karen had always thought a person preferred either a cock or a cunt, but never both. She was finding out differently now. She was finding out she received as much pleasure from Sally's cunt as she did from her son's cock. She could start thinking about her son's cock, becoming excited, then suddenly find the image of Sally's pussy in her mind, the taste, the hot, wet softness almost on her tongue. Or she would think about Sally's cunt and just as quickly her thoughts would drift to her son's cock and balls, and then she would find herself coming. She knew now that she had no real preference. She was contented with a cock or a cunt.
The revelation was not all that startling to
her. She knew, though, that she would never be satisfied with just one or the other. It was a cock and a cunt she wanted, together. She could never live her life now with just a cock or just a cunt. She had to have both.
After thinking about it, she wondered what was holding her back. Sally knew she was fucking her son, and it was now obvious that her son was aware that she and Sally had spent a wonderful couple of hours that, afternoon, licking and tongue fucking each other. Brett apparently found nothing at all unusual that his girlfriend and mother were eating each other. On the contrary, he was showing excitement.
Karen knew, what she wanted.
She wanted to be with her son and Sally, together. She wanted to become involved with both of them at the same time. She wasn't certain how Sally-or her son-would take such a suggestion. Both, she knew already, were eager to be with her alone, but together? Maybe that was going too far, Karen thought. It would not be for her, but she had not spoken to Brett or Sally about her idea. Everyone knew what the other was doing, and all three seined excited about it, but together?
Yes, together!
Karen imagined what it would be like, her
all naked, with her son and Sally, them naked too. She could fondle Brett's cock and balls and feel Sally up at the same time. She could take turns licking between their thighs, tasting cock and cunt. She could suck Sally's precious little titties and jerk her son's cock. She could suck her son's prick for a while and then lick that sugary cunt of Sally's. She could watch her son fuck Sally's sweet tight pussy and play with her son's balls.
They could do everything!
Anything and everything her erotic mind could dream up. And Karen was beginning to dream up some very erotic, delicious ideas.
But how could she approach either of them? She could ask them one at a time or get them together. But would they be embarrassed together? She didn't think so, but it was a chance she didn't want to take. The idea was to enjoy themselves and each other, not to embarrass them.
She climbed from the tub and dried her slender, curvy body, thinking she was taking more baths than usual. There must be some significance there, she thought with amusement.
Her tits stood up proudly, her light-brown nipples rubbery and arching toward the ceiling. There was not a flaw anywhere on her
body that she could see. Her tits were rounded and very firm, and the tight curls of her cunt hair made a pretty frame for her wet cunt lips. She probed at the dimple of her belly button for a moment, then giggled. If her belly button was only deep enough, she thought, she could take her son's cock there too.
Weird, Karen! she told herself. You're really getting weird lately. Racking your belly button, of all places!
She knew she was changing, but the ideas flowing and burning in. her mind were better than the pacing, bellowing beast deep inside her cunt. Besides, Karen felt she was changing in the direction she had always secretly wanted, the direction she had denied herself. She wanted what was happening to her. So many women wanted it, but did not have the opportunity to express their real erotic natures. She had the chance now, and she was going to take it.
The only way she would get it, Karen thought, was to reach and grab.
Life would pass her by if she didn't.
Dressing, she paid little attention to her skirt and sleeveless summer sweater. It was a becoming outfit, the skirt an emerald green with a pastel green sweater. The sweater clung to her rounded, arching tits like a second skin,
her nipples straining in bold outline. Underneath her skirt she was naked. The skirt was tight, hugging at her sweetly rounded ass.
She had been in the tub a long time and, after dressing, entered the living room. Sally was there was Brett. She had not heard the girl come into the house. She smiled her pleasure at the pretty girt. Sally was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans, with frayed legs. There was hardly any crotch to them, only a thin piece of material. Karen had seen other young girls wearing them, half their sweet little asses showing. If they weren't careful, a pretty cunt would flash to some unsuspecting watcher.