The orally-fixated teenager took a firm stroking grip at the base of my cock, guided it to her full lips and flicked her tongue across the tip. Next came slower licks just on the head, longer and flatter, like she’d give to an ice-cream cone. Something in the back of my mind made a mental note that there was a slight bumping sound coming from another room, but my attention was understandably diverted and when Kitty took a breath for just a brief second, Mr. Johnson glared at me with that evil one-eye and silently demanded that I not give it another thought.
Kitty smiled and resumed her descent to my engorged dick, and her mouth worked circles around the ridge and then teased again, gently sucking the head. With her other hand, she caressed my heavy balls with an expertise that belied her chronological age, then tugged them towards me as she took them fully into her warm mouth.
Her wonderful ball-sucking caused me to squeeze my eyes shut and I tossed his head back with a soft moan. I began to thrust my hips, wanting to face-fuck her now, so she went back to teasing, licking her snaking tongue over the wrinkles of my scrotum, then again sucking each side into her mouth, caressing my cock with her hands as she did. She licked lines from my balls up the shaft, and nibbled the seam along the way. Again Kitty took only the head of my cock into her mouth, nothing more, and as I opened my eyes, mine locked into the watching eyes of a very horny-looking tall blonde.
Only it wasn’t Kitty. Kitty was munching on my balls.
This new blonde, a spitting image of Kitty, was dressed in a robe that draped loosely over her body, exposing the tops of two very promising globes, and she smiled a wicked grin at me as her teenaged daughter bobbed spiritedly on my meaty glans. She made the same shushing motion that Kitty had made to me when we entered the house a few minutes ago. Like mother, like daughter.
Blonde number two, the mature version of Kitty, altered her admiring gaze from my cock sliding in and out of her only child’s mouth, and wrapped the belt of her robe tightly around her, and her face suddenly contorted into one of a very pissed-off mom.
“Kathryn Haden, just what the HELL are you doing?” As Kitty jumped up, her schoolgirl skirt flared high off of her waist so that I could see the lovely little pink thong that she wore under her uniform. Funny what a guy can notice such a detail even when a mom has just caught her giving head to him.
Shocked, blushing, mortified, Kitty began to shake visibly. “Mom, I…..we just….oh, I didn’t……” Kitty ran out of words, throwing herself on the mercy of Judge Mom’ court, and started to sob.
Meanwhile, every impulse I had told me that I should zip up and depart, pronto, but Mr. Johnson was sending me private signals that sounded like, “Easy, now, boy, whoa, don’t tuck me in just yet, lemme watch this show for a spell.”
Why is it that Mr. Johnson always wins? He’s so persuasive.
Mrs. Haden admonished her daughter, seemingly oblivious to Kitty’s complete embarrassment at being caught in the act of playing tonsil hockey with my dick. She eyed Kitty’s attire with disdain. “Go upstairs and take off your high school outfit, young lady, and go to bed. You and I will address this in the morning.” Kitty’s wide eyes pleaded with her mom for forgiveness, but Mrs. Haden held firm, steely-eyed, looking directly at me now, menacingly.