For the next few days Bob continued to suck and fuck Martha, never suspecting that the wetness on her cunt was partially due to his mother’s tonguing. But he still tried to peek at his mother as much as possible.
He knew enough now to realize most of what they were describing was right out of their imaginations. He’d touched, tasted and fucked the real thing, and now he had a hard time keeping quiet when one of the older boys was bragging.
When he walked in one afternoon, he saw his mother and Mrs. Blumfeldt sitting across from each other at the table. And Mrs. Blumfeldt didn’t look happy.
“What’s up?” he said, looking at his mother.
“I’ve just heard from Bob,” she said. “Mary left him, ran off with her fitness instructor. He’s really hit hard. You know, they were married for fifteen years!”
“Gee, that’s too bad.”
“He sold his home, and bought a place in the country about eighty miles from here, near Maxfield,” Ann said. “And he wants us to come and stay with him for a while.”
Bob’s stomach went cold. Leave here? Leave Mrs. Blumfeldt!
“Ah, Jeez,” he said, “do we have to? I’d rather stay here. All my friends are here.”
“Bob, he’s my brother, and he needs me. I’m not happy about leaving here, either, but it’ll only be for a little while. Martha isn’t going to rent our rooms to anyone else.”
“Of course not,” Martha said. “Not only that, Bob, but when your mother talked to your uncle, she asked him to invite me, too!”
“Ohmigod!” Ann gasped when she saw the older woman pull out a thick, curved banana at least nine or ten inches long.
“I don’t have a dildo,” Martha said, “but I think this’ll do the trick. Don’t worry, I cut off the hard end, it won’t hurt.”
Ann’s eyes were wide as she watched the banana approach her wide-spread cunt. Martha smeared it with cunt juice first, then fingered open Ann’s cunthole and inserted the tapered end of the yellow fruit.
“Huhhh, huhhh-h-h-h,” Ann panted as the thickness of the banana spread her cunt.
Martha had a good view of her friend’s hairy, big-lipped cunt slowly swallowing the banana. Before the banana was halfway in, Ann began to squirm. Her clit was standing at attention, dark and throbbing. Her eyes were squeezed tight and her fingers were clawing the cushions.
“Feels like a big cock, doesn’t it?” Martha grinned, easing the rest of the banana inside. She twisted it slightly then jiggled it up and down. “I’m going to start fucking you now. Hunch at it, fuck back, just imagine it’s some big guy on top of you.”
Ann, to her shame, was already imagining that. Before the banana had penetrated her cunt more than three inches, the face she saw behind her tightly closed eyes was her son’s. She couldn’t help it. Bob’s cock was so big, just like the banana, and now that Martha was moving the big fruit out, then shoving it in; the sensation of being fucked was even more realistic!
Martha fucked the banana hard and fast as Ann’s ass lifted and fell. Soon, Ann was squirming and hunching and throwing herself against the banana as if it were a cock.
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