Martha felt Bob place his palms on the plump cheeks of her ass. He ran them up and down, using his own cum to oil her twat flesh. His fingers combed through her wet cunt hair, probed her cunt, and then plucked at her tingling pussylips.
“Ohhhh, God, Bob,” she sighed, squirming. “Haven’t you had enough for a while?”
“I’ll never get enough of this!” Bob whispered, watching her asscheeks tremble as he fingered her hot, dripping cunt. He located the soft, limp bud of her clit and rolled it around in her juices, and Martha buried her face in a pillow and wailed.
Her muffled cry was music to Bob’s ears. As he fingered her clit, she wriggled her hips and her ass shook wildly. Those round, heavy mounds were like a magnet to the boy, and he kneaded and squeezed them, then drew they away from each other and bent his head.
“Awww-w-w-w-w!” Martha sobbed as she felt the boy’s hot, wet tongue slide through her asscrack and lave her hot, tingling asshole. Her slitter puckered. She gasped. “Tonguefuck me, stick it all the way in!”
Bob pressed his face into Mrs. Blumfeldt’s ass and wriggled his tongue in the soft, wet pucker of her wrinkled shit lips. She went crazy, moaning as the boy’s breath gusted in her asscrack and his tonguetip slid into her trembling asshole. She lifted her ass higher, begging for more of his ass-fucking tongue.
“Mmmmmmmm!” he moaned. Her tight, pink asshole was a real turn-on! And her shitter was growing more and more slippery as he dug in.
Martha was in heaven. She felt her asshole grip his tongue as he moved it back and forth, and then she came hard, muffling her ecstasy with the pillow. He brought her off three more times, twice with his cock, and again with his tongue.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning Bob’s cock grew hard at the breakfast table as he watched his mother’s big, fleshy asscheeks quiver and shake as she busied herself at the sink. She was wearing slacks, but they were thin and tight enough for her asscrack to be clearly visible. When she turned around, the plump mound of her pussy stared him in the face, and the slacks were even indented where her cunt slit was! He felt his face burn.
Ann didn’t notice her son’s face grow pink. She was too busy trying to sneak peeks into the partially open fly of his pajama bottoms. She stood behind him, then looked over his shoulder into his lap, hoping to catch a glimpse of his thick shaft. She saw some hair, and what might have been cockflesh.
Ever since listening to Dr. Yung, she’d been more worried and even fearful. What she was thinking about Bob frightened her. Oh, why couldn’t she be satisfied with Martha’s expert licking and sucking? Did she really miss a cock that much? The answer, unfortunately, was yes. She was honest enough to admit it to herself. But why did it have to be her son’s cock that was so available to her? And why did it have to be such a gorgeous cock?
She was desperately horny for her boy’s big prick, but she was ashamed of that lewd desire. It seemed the only solution was to spend more time with Martha. Maybe she could wear out the itch in her cunt with her friend’s helpful tongue and fingers.
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