One night Martha heard Ann shut the bathroom door, and the thought of seeing the young widow naked made the older woman’s erect nipples stretch out and scratch hotly against her big bra. She quietly stole to the door through the darkened hallway and bent her face to the keyhole.
Instead of seeing Ann stripping to take a bath or shower, she saw her friend sitting on the toilet, her legs spread wide. Her dress was pulled up past her plump white thighs, exposing an unusually plump and quite hairy cuntal mound.
Martha was entranced by Ann’s large lipped, glistening pink pussy. The young widow’s eyes were closed and her hands were massaging the soft flesh of her lower belly, her fingertips just touching the hair. The movement of her hands made her pouting pussylips open and close slightly. From time to time her clit popped into view. Martha’s breath caught in her throat at first sight of it. Ann’s clit was oversized, about as big as an unshelled peanut, and Ann caught it between her thumb and first two fingers and began stroking it as though it were a tiny cock.
“Ahhhhh-h-h-h-h,” Ann groaned, spreading her shapely legs even wider. The lush, flattened cheeks of her ass pooched out under her cunthole. The watching older woman saw Ann’s belly and thighs trembling with the pleasure coursing through her body.
Martha’s cunt was burning furiously as she watched the young mother play with her pussy. Ann’s other hand was slowly running two finger into her open, dripping pussy as her fat, loose pussylips hung and shook around them. Then Ann shoved the fingers deep inside, wiggling them. Her eyes squinted and her hips parted slackly as her face contorted with ecstasy.
“Agh! Ahhh-h-h-h! Ahhh-h-h-h!” Ann gasped, her hips and ass lifting and dropping on the toilet seat as she jerked her cunt up at her fingers. Finally, her fingers slipped free and she slumped, whimpering out her final bit of solitary pleasure. Her swollen pussylips were a bright, dark red, and her clit hung out as if begging for more stimulation. Martha was dying to suck Ann’s clit and give it a good tongue-whipping.
The older woman returned to her room ten minutes later and finger-fucked herself until, exhausted, she fell into a very deep sleep.
The next few days were difficult for Martha, she knew what a lovely, suckable pussy Ann had. She found herself remembering her bisexual college days to the near exclusion of thoughts of her late husband’s fucking.
Until, one day, her eyes wandered to a photograph of Bob and she realized Bob’s slender body resembled her husband’s in his youth.
Meanwhile, Ann was also experiencing the pangs of conscience that many lonely women felt guilt about masturbating and guilt over the unmotherly thoughts she experienced from time to time when she noticed her young son’s body. More than once her cheeks had burned when she was wondering if he knew what his cock was for yet, and whether he had a lot of hair around the base of his cock. Once, she caught herself imagining him standing naked before her, an enormous hard-on in his fist.
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