“Uhhh-h-h-h,” Martha gasped, trying to stifle the moan, then, she moved her hand to Ann’s tits.
Ann sighed. She might have wondered about the length of time it was liking her son to locate his spoon if she hadn’t been passing the time playing with Martha’s swollen nipple.
Under the table, Bob realized that he could do more than just look. Mrs. Blumfeldt had given him the go-ahead for lots more! He slowly slid his hand between her thighs, until his finger tips were lightly touching the damp heat of her stuffed panties. Martha jumped a bit at the electric contact of youthful fingers against her over stimulated clit. Ann attributed the move to her own fingers on the older woman’s sensitive nipple, and she quickly removed her hand. Bob, afraid that his mother might be getting suspicious, came out from under the table and resumed his lunch.
All three had flushed faces, but no one seemed to notice. All were busy at their plates.
Bob didn’t leave the apartment for the rest of the day. He was hoping to catch Mrs. Blumfeldt alone again, but when he did, his mother would suddenly appear. It was very frustrating to the young boy. He had to content himself with squeezing Mrs. Blumfeldt’s tit when his mother’s back was turned or stroking her fleshy asscheeks. The older woman spent a very nerve-wracking afternoon trying to keep Ann from seeing what was happening. Yet her body was burning with the need to feel Bob’s hefty cock spreading her cuntlips.
Once, when his mother was at the sink, Bob came up behind Mrs. Blumfeldt and slipped his hands under her dress and into her panties. He grabbed a good double-handful of warm asscheeks and dug his fingers briefly in before releasing her and stepping back. Martha’s eyes went big and wide and she looked at Ann.
When his mother didn’t turn around, Bob reached under her dress again and tugged her panties down to her upper thighs. Martha tried to do her best, without speaking, to discourage him, but a sex-starved teenager wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to cool off. Bob was too excited by the brief feel of her ass to wait until they were alone. Besides, fooling around right under his mother’s nose was a real turn-on.
Slowly, he knelt and, shoving his head under Mrs. Blumfeldt’s dress, he kissed her warm cheeks. He ran his tongue across her ass, wishing he could see more, and then he quickly stood up. Since his mother’s attention was still occupied by the dishes, he lifted the older woman’s dress in the back and slipped his hand around her hip until his fingers were sinking into damp cunt curls. Martha squirmed free just as Ann turned.
It went that way all day. When Bob wasn’t pawing her, Ann copped a sneaky feel of Martha. By the time supper was over and an uncomfortable three hours were spent talking and watching TV, Martha was a quivering mass of wet-pantied horniness. She was more than happy when Bob’s bedtime arrived, but she did manage to whisper to him that she would visit him later that night, after his mother was asleep.
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