Myra moaned loudly. Kit wrenched her hips, shoving them into a fuck movement that soon had her flowing, her hole a pool of juice that her lover frothed with her gyrating tongue.
Kit's cunt was churning into orgasm, but now, sucking clit, fingering the girl's luscious behind, she was again time-stretched, gazing into the inviting depths of the big cunt hole, tonguing away at the dl, languorously lipping the jellied inner labia, almost lazily breathing into the yawning cunt before licking up it.
Her come was surprising, a high point flowing into another without breaking the rhythm of her belly's soft inward pulls. Myra came harder, squashing her open split on Kit's face.
Kit wolfed in the tender flesh, drank of it, breathed only the intoxicating cunt odors Her next come seemed to turn her pussy inside out. But nothing ended! She was rising toward yet another climax.
She realized that they were going to lap each other and come every few minutes until exhaustion made them stop.
It's all I need, Kit thought. At last I'm content
CHAPTER FOUR
Sonny rode with Lily and her father to deliver the last of the spring petunias, straggly, overgrown plants, to the Circle Market. He and Mr. Folsom hauled the flats out of the station wagon. For once Lily did not help. Wearing a brief pink dress, she remained in her seat, like a princess being waited on.
As they drove off Sonny noted that she was wearing a bra, which made her titties stick out, unnaturally hard cones. But she sure looked beautiful, roses in her cheeks, her glowing eyes feeding on Sonny when she turned his way. She had never looked this beautiful before. It was surprising her father did not notice, and figure that something extraordinary had happened to her.
As always Mr. Folsom was wrapped up in his thoughts. He was a hard-jawed man with powerful hands on the steering wheel, thickly haired arms, and a bull neck developed by ball-playing.
He had a gravelly voice. He asked, "Movie out at eleven? Then you'll be home by quarter after?"
"Yes, Daddy," Lily said.
They would be home at quarter after. No dodging that.
Mr. Folsom took a cigar stub from the car dashboard and bit on it.
He said, "Tomorrow we'll pot the first of the May violets. Sonny, you want to earn some dough?"
"Sure. Unless my mother has something scheduled."
Mr. Folsom nodded.
He let them out at the theater, handing Lily a dollar. He said, "For popcorn," and drove off.
In the lobby Lily took Sonny's arm and cuddled up to him. Kids they knew from school eyed them. Sonny took her to the popcorn machine, not because he wanted some but to let Lily show them off as a twosome.
They sat in the back row. She squirmed into the curve of his arm, looking up for a kiss. He did it gently. Gosh, he sure had learned a lot in a short time. How to brush his lips over hers, wet them up with his tongue, then suck lightly.
She sighed, dropped her head on his shoulder. He reached under her arm and caressed her bra-firmed breast. Lily whispered, "Urn-mm. I like that."
In her ear he said, "But your tit is hard. It doesn't feel right."
"Well, the bra makes my breasts stick out so people will notice them. Anyhow, I'm not wearing panties. That's the important thing."
He slid a hand under her skirt and caressed her furry little pussy. She spread, her legs to let him finger into her honeyed slit.
Her hand climbed over his thigh and fastened on his cock.
The movie was different from any he had ever seen, a wide-screen blast of color about ten miles away. They watched it. They laughed when everybody else did. But it was beyond their horizon and when they left and walked homeward, arms about each other, Sonny had not the faintest idea what they had seen.
They stopped every block to kiss and got home at ten after eleven. Both houses were lighted. They groaned. Five minutes to go.
In the shadows of the big maple tree at the curb between the two houses, they stood together, kissing. He raised her skirt and stroked her cunt lips. She unzipped him and slid a hand inside his pants, squeezing his horny prick.
He whispered, "I'd like to-" "So would I."
"We could go out back of the greenhouse."
"Daddy said I'm to be in at quarter after eleven."
Her hand felt awful good, squeezing and puffing his cock.
He massaged the little bump of her clitoris. She breathed hotly against his neck.
"Tomorrow," she whispered.
"But tomorrow is Saturday. Your dad and my mother will be home."
"We'll figure some way to fuck. Huh?"
"Some way.
Kit had arrived home at eleven.
She stood before a window in her darkened living room, gazing out at the two kids necking in the shade of the tree at the curb.
Thus far her plan to smother her lust for Sonny had succeeded. He and Lily were locked in a tight embrace. Kit herself had a new lover. Furthermore, her incredible drug-aided twist into lesbianism had placed her in a world separate from her son's.
She felt at peace, not at all upset by the mind-blasting experience of making love to another woman. Only one thing had been wrong with the evening. Myra had eventually called Don for supper, and afterward Charley of the fiberglass boat and his wife had come over to play a five-handed card game, a long evening of it, while Kit eyed Myra across the table, wanting more; much more. Each time Myra had winked or made some gesture to show the connection between them, Kit had clenched her thighs together, squeezing in, almost feeling the girl's long tongue lashing up her cunt.
Even now.
Standing there in the darkened living room, Kit raised her skirt and fingered her panty crotchband. Soggy! She groaned.
Kit peeled her panties down and dropped them. She fingered the slippery nubbin of her clit. Soon her hips were wrenching.
She would get an orgasm before Sonny came into the house. Burn off the heat. Then she would be calm.
What were those two doing against the tree trunk? Dry fucking? Fingering genitals?
Kit's hips were jerking hard when she saw Sonny tear away from the shadow of the tree and hurry up the walk toward the front door.
She awakened in a flash. Dropping her skirt she stooped to grab up her panties from the floor, and dashed to her bedroom.
She was seated on the chintz-covered bench before her makeup table, her soggy panties already in the laundry hamper, when Sonny opened the front door.
"Mother?"
"In here, darling." She whipped the cap off the jar of cold cream and swiped up a gob with a tissue. She began cleansing her throat.
Sonny appeared in the doorway. He was in shadow but a glance showed Kit that his prick was stiff She asked, "How was the movie?"
"Fine, just fine. See, Mr. Folsom drove us there, he had to deliver petunias, so it wasn't out of his way. He wants me to help transplant violets tomorrow. He'll pay me"
Sonny was beating about the bush, she thought, talking about the unimportant details of his evening.
That meant he had laid Lily or else had gotten so close to it that he had to avoid the subject.
She said, "A movie date with a girl is not so difficult after all, is it?"
"Gosh, no. And you should have seen how good Lily looked, in a real short pink dress. Guys I know from school just stared at her like they couldn't believe it was her."
Massaging cold cream into her throat and chin, Kit glimpsed her eyes in the mirror. Narrowed. Dark.
Jealous?
He went on, "One of the guys, I talked to him in the men's room, he said, "That chick with you, she's really groovy-looking."
"I know," Kit said. "I told you Lily has lovely eyes."
"Well, and the guy in the men's room said, her shape, too, I mean, Lily's got it all there. That's what he said."