Karen jumped from the tub and pulled a robe on without drying off. She walked swiftly to the living room, but of course her son was gone. She had watched him leave the house. But then, what could she say to him? She had heard him talking to Sally, had failed to stop
him. It was as much her fault as his. If anything, it was more her fault. She should not have been so involved in sucking him off, she should have stopped-and told him to stint up, not to say anything to Sally.
But she had not said anything.
She had kept on sucking his cock as he had told Sally everything she was doing to him, right from the way she nuzzled into his crotch to the time he came in her mouth. He had been giving Sally all the details as-she knelt there, sucking him like some sex-crazed demented woman… which was what she had been.
Sally knew.
The little girl knew Karen was sucking her son's cock off, knew how she was doing it, the way she used her tongue and lips, the way she had sucked on his balls. Karen should have felt some shame, or at least a twinge of guilt. But she felt neither. On the contrary, now that her initial surprise was over, she felt a strange kind of excitement, a thrill. To have her son tell everything she was doing with his cock and balls to pretty Sally had been a contributing factor to her intense pleasure. She had not realized it at the time, but now she did. And Brett was with Sally right now. Perhaps he was telling the girl all of it, about fucking her, how it felt to have his cock inside his
mother's cunt, the way she wiggled her ass for him. Maybe they were fucking right now and talking about her, her body, her cunt and her cocksucking abilities.
The thought made Karen shiver with wicked pleasure.
She began dancing about the living room. She felt so good, better than she had felt in a long time. The beast within her cunt seemed satisfied. At least it wasn't pacing and calling for release. It was still there, but was quiet now. It was there and waiting for the next time, knowing it would be fed and taken care
of.
She wished her son would come home. She would talk to him, find out if Sally had been excited by her knowledge, if it had turned the girl on and made her young little cunt boil for his cock. Karen hugged her tits tightly as she smiled in wicked delight.
Her body finally dried as she danced about, her heart beating and pulse racing. The strange pleasure of Sally knowing she was fucking and sucking her son seemed to run like boiling ecstasy through her, slender body. Karen had not thought that she, could feel so much pleasure. She saw, again, her son fucking the exquisite creature on the couch, and her cunt almost came again. She stood in the center of
the room, gazing at the vouch as if she could see Brett and Sally fucking still.
She opened her robe and began to do a few humps and grinds, her hips tossing. She kept looking at the couch, her mind's eye seeing her son's cock fucking the sweetness of Sally's tight and very hot cunt. She stroked her body. pulling at her nipples, caressing her flat stomach and running her fingers through the curling hairs of her cunt. She brushed her clit lightly, cupped her cunt as her hips continued to grind about. Her tongue licked at her lips, and she thought she could still taste the sweetness of her son's come juice in her mouth.
Standing still, her hips arching forward, Karen placed her hands on the creamy mounds of her naked ass, squeezing her asscheeks.
"Any fucking cunt." she hissed at herself; "Karen, you better get hold of yourself. You're going out of your fucking, cocksucking mind!"
The words made her shake with pleasure, and she repeated them to the empty room.
"Fucking mind… cocksucking mind… crazy cunt!"
Crazy, but so delicious!
She draped her robe so that her tits were exposed, the rest of her body concealed. She pranced about the room, looking down at her
straining tits, lifting them and trying to run her tongue over them. She could almost, but not quite, lick the tips. Then she covered her tits and held the robe open from the waist down, trying to see the effect of her cunt this way.
The sound of a light knock on the door startled her.
Karen stood stock still, her eyes open. Quickly she belted her robe and opened the door.
"Sally, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for Brett," the pretty girl said.
"I thought he was with you, Karen replied. She looked over the girl's head for her son. The sun was going down but it was still warm and light outside.
"He told me he was coming home," Sally said, shuffling her feet in a shy way. But her sparkling eyes gazed boldly at Karen. "Maybe I can come in and wait for him?"
"Of course," Karen said, standing aside to let the girl enter. Sally wore a skirt and blouse, the skirt a dark brown and pleated, the blouse a light tan and girlish. On her feet were open sandals.
There was an electrifying sensation going through Karen as she watched the girl sit on the couch, her knees together and her hands folded in her lap. Sally certainly didn't look
like a girl who fucked so vigorously and eagerly. She looked more like one of those sweet, shy little girls a person might see in the park with her parents on a picnic, a lovely, adorable little girl that adults made a fuss over. She was, Karen knew, two years younger than her son.
The brown skirt showed Sally's dimpled knees, and Karen found herself drawn to them. They were the prettiest knees she had ever seen. It was surprising what excited her lately. She had never thought a girl's knees could be so exciting. She had the desire to feel them, to fondle those knees, perhaps kiss them.
Remembering that Sally knew she was fucking and sucking her son, Karen shivered. But the shiver contained no guilt or shame. It was a shiver of excitement.
As if she was reading her mind, Sally stood up, a sweet smile on her pretty face. She started to say something, then changed her mind. Karen stood as if she had suddenly become frozen to the floor. She watched Sally come toward her, then stop a foot away. The girl was a head shorter than Karen, and as Karen looked down, she found she wasn't in the least surprised to find the girl staring at the straining of her tits inside the robe. The creamy swells of her tits were exposed, almost
to her light-brown nipples.
When Sally boldly lifted her hands and pulled the robe away, revealing Karen's tits, Karen sucked in a hiss of air. It was not a hiss of surprise, but one of pleasure. Somehow she had expected this to happen. Maybe it was a word or two her son had said as she sucked on his cock. Anyway, she was not at all surprised.
"Oooo," Sally gurgled as she gazed at Karen's tits. "They're very nice.. so pretty,"
Karen stood still as the girl curled her fingers into her naked tits, feeling them. It was a strange sensation Karen had, feeling a girl touching her titties this way, but it was a hot, delicious sensation.
Karen smiled as she brought her own hands to the small roundness of Sally's tits. She cupped them through the thin blouse, finding them firm and just fitting her hands. Sally lifted her pretty face and gazed up at Karen. Karen felt the beast within her cunt start that greedy prowling, and her lips moved down to press lightly on those sugary lips of the little girl.
As they kissed, both moaned softly, and, when Sally's wet little tongue licked over her lips, Karen parted hers to allow the tongue to snake into her mouth. She sucked gently, then
hungrily. Sally had slipped her hands off her naked tits, shoved them under her robe, and wrapped around her hips and clutched at Karen's naked ass.
"I'm not sure about this," Karen whispered as the kiss broke. "I've never done anything like this before, Sally."
"I haven't either," the girl replied in a low, husky voice, "but I want to do it. Don't you?"
Karen found herself nodding in agreement. Her son was forgotten now as she trembled under the caressing hands of the little girl. Sally's bold behavior was no surprise to Karen, not after she-had seen the energetic way Sally fucked her son, the words she had used. Sally was an erotic little cunt, of that there was no doubt whatsoever.