Both horny women groaned as their big, hot clits poked together and slipped wetly around. Martha wrapped her arms around Ann’s back and began wriggling her hips and hunching her ass as she panted and moaned. Ann shoved forward and retreated, moving much as her husband used to move, causing their clits to slither over one another.
Soon, both were panting and gasping and hunching as they came hard, grinding their wet, hairy cunts together fast enough for the friction to be almost painful.
Later they licked each other clean before dressing. Martha studied Ann’s every move, enjoying the way her friend’s ass shifted as she walked, enjoying the heavy bounce of her slightly pendulous tits in their bra cups, and enjoying the way Ann would looks her and smile.
“You’ve got dimples, dear,” she said softly Ann’s smite widened. “Here,” she asked, pointing to her face, “or here,” and she aimed a finger at her ass.
“You know what I meant. Oh, I wish we could have a bed all to ourselves tonight! It’s going to be awful sleeping in the same house and not sleeping together.”
“Well,” Ann said, trying to keep her smile, “we ought to be used to sleeping alone by now.”
Martha nodded. “And Bob would think it strange, to say the least, if we began sleeping together.”
Ann’s smile faded completely. “Oh, Jeez! Bob! Martha, do you know why I’ve been so horny lately? I’ve been watching Bob jerking off. I’ve been watching my own son! Then I started drinking again, to forget. Oh, Martha, when I saw his cock, how big it is I just froze. I-I haven’t even seen a cock in three years, and never one as big as his! F-for a while when I look, I forget he’s my son. All I can see is his big, hard cock!”
By this time Ann was sniffing and wiping tears from her eyes while Martha comforted her. But Martha’s mind was on Bob. She couldn’t blame Ann for getting hot from a sight like that. After all Bob had an unbelievably big cock. The older woman’s thoughts centered on how great it would be to have both Bob and Ann in bed with her at the same time. She had both of them willing to fuck and eat her separately; now all she had to do was figure out some way to overcome Ann’s inhibitions about her son.
Martha’s comforting led to a more general fondling of Ann’s body. Eventually, Martha slipped her fingers under the young widow’s panties and fingered her clit until she came. By that time Bob was on his way up the steps for lunch, and Ann quickly tried to compose herself. Martha grinned and stuck a wet finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
“Mmmm, very tasty,” she whispered. Ann’s face turned a bright pink.
At lunch that day, Bob tried the dropped spoon bit again. He worried a little that he might be pushing his luck, but since Ann was using his momentary disappearance to reach across and give Martha’s tit a loving squeeze, his fear was for nothing.
Martha sighed and spread her thighs, giving the boy a real treat, although not as great as the one she’d given him the day before. When Bob didn’t reappear immediately, Ann pushed her finger into the top of Martha’s blouse and under the bra until she caught a big nipple.
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