Hot Pants Mother By William Taylor

Foreword

The tremendous impact of a parent's attitudes and behavior upon a growing child has been emphasized many times over by numerous renowned psychologists. Indeed, a parent's influence often carries on into a child's later years, leaving an indelible mark upon his or her personality.

This influence can lead to the development of a mature and happy individual later in life, or it may have an adverse effect, causing the child to grow up as a confused outsider, turning perhaps to a life of crime and hostility.

This is the story of Pam Morris and her son, Robbie. like all other children, he follows the lead of his parent. And where does Pam lead her child? Will his journey into adulthood become difficult, hindering his hopes of becoming a relatively happy adult, or will it be one of a smooth progression through adolescence?

HOT PANTS MOTHER-a story of a young American woman and her son; a story that suggests growing up nowadays is a much more difficult and demanding process that at any time in the past.

-The Publisher

Chapter 1

Jane Martucci was a forty-three-year-old widow who lived alone except for her son and two cats. And she hated every fuck-less night of it. Because it was expected of her, she dressed plainly and wore her hair in a bun like someone's immigrant grandmother. But she didn't feel old and, beneath what amounted to a disguise, she didn't look old.

Checking herself in the bathroom mirror after an early lunch, Jane assured herself again that there was hardly a thread of gray in her hair. And her body was as firm and voluptuous as any Hollywood sex symbol's. But because of her humility and age, it was generally overlooked that she was really quite attractive. Thus, for the past eleven years nothing had parted the thick, hairy lips of her hungry pussy but her fingers and an occasional vegetable.

She was about to fetch a fresh cucumber from the kitchen when she noticed Davy, a young boy who played with her son, petting one of her cats in the field back of her house. Then she saw him lift its tail. Jeez, she thought wryly, the poor kid's so hard up he's checking Fluffy's cunt. Jane was already horny, and the sight of the boy's lean ass, jeans stretched tight over it, gave her a kinky idea that would make her masturbation more enjoyable. Thank God, Dale was out playing somewhere else!

She'd give the kid an eyeful, something he'd remember for the rest of his life. She wasn't worried that she'd get in trouble. It wasn't likely Davy would tell anyone he'd been peeking, and there were no houses within view of her back yard.

Quickly stripping to her bra and panties, the hot-cunted widow opened her window and turned her back. The curtains were parted and, if the noise had attracted his attention, he'd have a nice view of her plump thighs and firm, heart-shaped ass.

Davy glanced up and the cat strolled away unnoticed. The boy's eyes went wide as he crouched down with his mouth open, drinking in the unbelievably exciting sight of Mrs. Martucci's meaty ass-cheeks quivering and wobbling under her stretched panties. She bent down as if to pick something up, and Davy choked back a cry of delight. Her panties were so thin he could see the shadow of her thick, dark pussy hair!

His fingers itched to know the feel of a real cunt, and his eyes strained to see more than just the shadow. He felt his cock lengthening and hardening, and looked about. Maybe he could jerk off here while looking at Mrs. Martucci.

Jane shivered with a lust she hadn't felt in years. Her cheeks were hot and her mouth was dry, but she was determined to continue. She wished she could turn to see what Davy was doing, but knew it was too soon. He was too young. He'd just be terribly embarrassed and frightened off.

"C'mon, little boy," she whispered. "Come closer. Get a good look at a real pair of tits!"

Davy was still squatting, but when the half-naked older woman turned and unhooked her bra, he almost fell over. He'd never seen such big tits, not even in the dirty magazines his friends had! Mrs. Martucci's mammoth tits fell free, jiggling liquidly on her chest.

"Oh, cripes!" Davy breathed, entranced by the gorgeous sight. They were snow-white and heavy and pear-shaped, and her huge nipples, dark and slightly off-center, pointed a bit downward.

Jane stretched, pretending to yawn, and Davy watched her bare, heaving tits lift and slowly sway from side to side. Then she turned again, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her thin panties and slowly peeled them from the wide, smooth cheeks of her ass. Thinking of how much she was showing the boy was really turning her on.

Jane rubbed her bare ass vigorously with both hands, as if glad to be rid of the tight panties, and Davy gulped and pulled out his hard prick. He stroked his hot prick almost automatically while he watched the widow's soft flesh moving so sexily. It gradually turned a light pink from the friction, and he wished it were his hands heating it up.

Jane spread her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, then bent again and again, touching alternate toes as if exercising. Her knees felt weak from nervous excitement, but her cunt was so hot she knew she wasn't going to be able to stop with just exhibitionism.

Davy froze as if mesmerized when Mrs. Martucci bent again. Only this time her beautiful butt was bare. The twin ovals of her wide ass parted, exposing both of her forbidden holes. For the first time in his life Davy saw a real, live cunt--a red, juicy-looking gash surrounded by a dense mass of tight black curls. And above that gaping, mouth-watering gorge, he saw her pouting ass-hole, a bright pink ring of raised membrane nestling deep in the valley between her taut white ass-cheeks.

Davy suddenly realized that Mrs. Martucci, although a few years older, was built very much like his mother. Not that he'd ever been so lucky as to catch a glimpse of his mother's naked body, but she wasn't a teacher, and she could wear flashier clothes. Davy had often checked out her figure.

As was usual with all young boys, Davy had, until viewing Mrs. Martucci's huge tits and firm ass, considered both the widow and his mother too old. But now he saw how wrong he'd been, and he began to dream of his mother as his eyes bored into Mrs. Martucci's hanging cunt lips.

Jane couldn't wait a moment longer. Ducking out of sight, she grabbed a robe and hurried to the back door. Holding the loose material at the belt line, she managed to expose most of her swinging, bobbing tits as she walked.

Davy jumped when the door suddenly opened and Mrs. Martucci caught him jerking off in front of her window. His fat cock was drooling over his fist and he made a frenzied effort to hide it, then to stuff it inside his jeans. But by the time he'd steadied his hands enough, she was standing in front of him.

Davy turned pale, hung his head, and stared at her bare feet. His hands were cupped in front of his now-limp prick, trying to hide its plump length from view.

"Hi," Jane said, her voice low and sexy.

Davy didn't reply at first, so Jane just stood there, looking down at him. Finally, the silence became unendurable and the boy first fidgeted, then lifted his eyes. They rose no higher than the trembling white mountains of her hanging tits, which were three-quarters w visible.

"Uh, h-hi," Davy stammered, not daring to look up at her face.

"Don't be nervous," Jane said kindly. "I don't mind a handsome boy like you looking at me. In fact, I'm flattered. I'd been feeling sorry for myself because I'm so unattractive and no one likes me, and then you come along and make me feel good about myself again."

Davy's initial terror dissolved, but he was still greatly embarrassed to have his limp prick dangling from his open fly. Even if Mrs. Martucci couldn't see it, she had to know what he'd been doing.

"Y-you're not mad?" he asked disbelievingly. Then his eyes darted downward as the robe parted momentarily and he caught a flash of pussy.

"Not a bit," Jane laughed. "Unless you didn't like what you saw."

"Oh, no! It was great!" he quickly protested, then blushed.

Jane smiled. "Thanks. What I saw wasn't bad, either. That was a nice, hard cock you were playing with a few minutes ago."

Davy was shocked and speechless. He'd never heard a grown woman talking like that, and as if she didn't mind, as if she'd liked seeing him masturbate! She had to repeat herself twice before he realized she was telling him to follow her into the house.

He watched her ass-cheeks moving under the thin robe as she preceded him. He even forgot to put his cock away. Jane led him into the living room and told him to sit on the sofa, then stood before him and dropped her robe.

"Oh, jeez!" Davy whispered.

"Isn't this better than peeking from outside?" Jane asked, arching her back and giving the wide-eyed boy a good view of her hairy, gaping cunt. Her dark curls glistened with pussy juice, and her puffy cunt lips protruded with vivid redness, just like a hungry, toothless mouth begging to be stuffed with food.

"Uhhhh..." Davy groaned. She was standing so near he could not only smell the wondrous musk of her aroused cunt, but could feel its warmth bathing his face. And his cock was hard again, pushing away his protective hands.

Jane smiled lewdly and stuck her finger between the fat, dripping lips of her aching pussy. She wiggled the finger vigorously, then pulled it out all wet and shiny with her cunt juice and showed it to the slack-jawed boy.

Davy's eyes bulged and nearly crossed as she brought the finger to his nose. Slowly, she touched the tip of his nose, then slid the finger down to brush his upper lips. Teasingly, she worked her finger over his full bottom lip, then pushed the tip inside before he could protest.

"Mmmmmm!" he jerked back, then stopped himself and looked up at her. Bent over him like that, her melon-like tits were hanging heavily, the nipples hard and spiked. Davy knew about cunt-sucking, but had never considered it to be one of the top ten sexual things he wanted to do. How could putting your lips and tongue between a woman's legs be exciting?

But here Mrs. Martucci was, standing with her hot cunt only inches from his face and her tangy-flavored finger sliding back and forth between his lips, giving him a preview of how tasty her steamy pussy was.

His hands went up and around her hips to cup the warm fullness of her ass. He felt his fingers sink into spongy softness and groaned as he pulled her to him. Her hands settled on the top of his head, combing his hair.

"Oh, yessss," she hissed excitedly, "kiss my cunt!"

Davy was both eager and hesitant about his first cunt-lapping experience. The hot, spicy aroma made his mouth water, but it was difficult for the boy to overcome years of inhibitions. Finally, he felt the soft, slippery pussylips pressing warmly against his cheeks, and his nose and lips were drenched by all the juice in the center the that slit.

The many sensations involved with having his face in a pussy for the first time made a deep impression on his young mind. He memorized the tickling scratch of her damp curls, the heat of her belly on his forehead, the squishy, squirmy folds of flesh trapping his nose, and the continuous flow of warm, slightly salty cunt-juice trickling over his extended tongue and down his throat. He licked upward.

"Nuhh!" Jane cried as he snapped over the top of her thick stubby clit.

She pulled away. "T-that's enough for now," she said excitedly. "I don't want to come that way, not when I haven't been fucked for more than ten years!"

Davy licked his lips as she climbed over his lap, a knee on each side of his hips, and lowered her ass to the throbbing head of his adolescent cock. Jane reached down and took his thumping cock in a tight grip, then shifted her ass until his blood-filled, leaking knob plugged the running hole at the base of her pink pussy.

"Ahhhhh," she sighed, impaling herself upon his thick prick and squatting all the way down to force all of it into her narrow, gripping cunt.

Davy felt his burning, aching cock enveloped by a liquid heat, and then her muscular cunt walls closed in on him, seeming to suck and nibble on his veiny cock. He arched his head and neck against the sofa and lifted his ass, driving the last fraction of an inch into Mrs. Martucci's hot, tight cunt.

The widow was riding him happily, the cheeks of her ass flapping, her enormous jelly-like tits rubbing their hard nipples against the top of each shoulder as he pressed his face between them. His cock was tingling as it had never tingled before, not in three years of beating off, so it was not surprising that he never felt her weight atop him.

Jane's clit was completely free of its surrounding flesh, grinding almost painfully against the boy's pubic hair on her downstroke. On the upstroke, it was tugged by his withdrawal so that it seemed to draw away from the top of her slit.

"Ahhhh," Jane sighed blissfully, tears forming in the corners of her eyes with the ecstasy of the moment. Until now she hadn't realized just how wonderful a real fuck could be. She'd been using her cucumbers so long that the memory of just how a warm cock felt stretching her cunt had been nearly erased. She swore never to let such a thing happen again.

Dave grabbed a fat, spongy tit in each hand as they rubbed his ears. He dug in, not too gently, and felt the warm, tender flesh give, like water-filled balloons. Then he pulled back a bit and crammed one into his mouth. He felt the huge, hard nipple hot and rough against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and he closed his teeth back of the pink aureola.

Jane groaned as the boy flogged the tumid tip of her tit with his tongue. She felt the sensation flowing from her tormented tit down to her contracting cunt, causing it to spasm more quickly around the prick impaling it.

"Gahhhh, hunhhhh!" she groaned, then settled down and began rolling her wide hips from side to side.

Davy dropped his hands from her tits down to the slightly flattened cheeks of her ass where they rested on his thighs. He grabbed her plump ass-cheeks and dragged them apart, allowing cool air to strike her defenselessly exposed ass-hole. His fingers stroked and scratched up and down the raw furrow of her ass mercilessly, their passage eased by sweat and cunt juice. Every time a fingernail scraped over the raised edges of her pink shithole, Jane jerked and groaned, and the ring puckered.

Davy humped his hips, sliding his lathered cock in and out quickly. His plump balls were coated by her thick, foamy juices. Wildly exciting sucking, gurgling noises filled the air as he battered her spasming cunt with his jerking, expanding cock.

"Wawwwwww!" Jane cried as her orgasm struck. "Awwwmphh! Yieeeehhh!"

The widow's milking, squirming cunt did it. Davy's cum-filled, aching balls exploded, sending his jism flowing up into his straining cock. He opened his mouth wide, gasping and groaning as his prick pulsed strongly, then spewed gobs of thick, hot white cum into the depths of her quaking cunt.

"Uhhh, ugh, aghhh, mmmmm..." Davy grunted out the last few drops of his pent-up load. It was a stronger, more strength-sapping orgasm than any he'd ever had. He threw his arms around her back and buried his face in her sweaty, shivering tits.

"Oh, jeez, Mrs. Martucci!" he cried. "I love you! I love you!" His palms ran down to her ass and gave the cheeks a soft squeeze.

"Mmmmmm," Jane sighed, still coming down from her orgasm. She could feel his cum burning her belly, and she sighed again. Another tiny spasm shook her body. She felt some of his thick white jizz run out and coat his balls.

"Come on, Davy," Jane said softly, stroking hichest. "You don't love me, you just love to fuck me. And we can do that as often as you want. My legs and cunt will always be open for you whenever you visit. And next time I'll show you all about cock-sucking, sixty-nining, and fucking doggie-style. Won't that be nice, hmmmm?"

Davy kissed her tits and then her neck, and felt a tingle in his prick. Jeez, he could hardly wait to see Robbie and his other friends. But who'd ever believe him?

Chapter 2

Pam Morris was asleep. She licked her full, pouty lips and sighed. It was warm under the sheet, too warm, because she was sharing her bed with Robbie. Ever since the divorce, and their subsequent move to a smaller place, Pam had allowed her young son to sleep with her. Her bed had felt so big and lonely and, although she didn't miss Hank, she did miss the warmth and companionship he had once provided. So, rather than make her boy sleep on a cot or the couch, she insisted he share her bed.

Pam shifted again and mumbled in her sleep, subconsciously disturbed by the rhythmic vibrations shaking the mattress. She slept on, unaware that Robbie was lying on his back, the sheet tented over his crotch, and his fist sliding the loose skin of his fat cock up and down.

The boy hadn't been able to control himself. When he woke, he'd been curled up against her, his stiff prick trapped between his belly and the warm, soft crack of her big ass. He was almost afraid to move, for fear she'd wake and discover the hard-on sticking boldly from the front of his pajamas.

Now, Robbie was staring at Pam's face as he jerked off, thinking how lucky he was to have the most beautiful mother in the neighborhood. And one with gloriously heavy, round tits. He knew his mother's tits were slightly pendulous, but they were firm. One of his favorite pastimes was watching her work around the house, for her every movement sent those tits nodding up and down or wobbling from side to side. At such times his tongue nearly hung out.

Pam slept on, her flame-colored hair spread like a shiny halo across the white pillow. Her big tits, slightly flattened and falling to the sides, were quivering with her every breath.

"Mom?" he whispered. "You asleep?"

Robbie was a husky, well-built kid for his age, and he possessed a healthy curiosity. When his mother didn't answer, his heart pounded faster. A terribly dirty, exciting idea had been in his mind for weeks, but his nerve had always failed him before.

Jeez, she looked so pretty sleeping next to him, and so sexy. His mouth was suddenly dry. He couldn't help wondering how it would feel to have her fingers on his cock. Would they be soft and hot?

Trembling with fear, Robbie pulled the sheet over his body and turned so his cock pointed at Pam's hip. Then he gently, carefully, took her hand and tremblingly placed it on his sweaty sticky cock. Her palm felt damp and warm, and he watched her relaxed face as he forced her fingers to curl around the fatness of his adolescent cock.

Perhaps it was instinctive, but Pam's hand tightened, holding the prick as securely as the handle of a hammer. Robbie shivered and groaned, but not with pain. His head dropped to the pillow and he stared at the ceiling as his cock pulsed exquisitely inside his mother's fist.

Pam was nearly awake and beginning to wonder in a vague sort of way what it was she was holding. For some reason she felt uncomfortable. And what she was holding was hot and damp, pulsing heavily under her clasping fingers.

"Ohmigod!" Her eyes flew open with horrified shock as she gasped and pulled the offending hand away from her son's cock. But she was too late.

"Huhhh, uhhhh, ahhh," Robbie groaned. He'd been unable to stop coming, and he felt his face burn as he shot off. But he kept his eyes closed and pretended to be sleeping, and prayed that his mother would be fooled.

Pam groaned and her face flamed with shame as Robbie's jerking cock shot globs of thick, sticky jism onto her wrist and forearm. The deeply embarrassed mother faced her son. The heat of her shame flowed all the way from her cheeks to her heavy tits. Oh, God! she moaned silently. What have I done? Robbie was still sleeping, thank God, and her heart went out to him at the sight of the sweet, innocent smile his orgasm had brought to his handsome young face.

Pam let her breath out slowly and tried not to feel guilty. After all, she wasn't responsible for what happened in her sleep, was she? But what had caused her to seek out her son's cock? Had she been dreaming of being fucked and automatically reached for Hank's cock? God, she felt positively sick. Sick because she was so fucking horny and the thought of that big, stiff prick throbbing and wilting uselessly next to her was driving her crazy! Jeez, how could she? Her own son!

But her arm was positively dripping with the proof of Robbie's virility, and Pam wouldn't have minded had it been anyone other than her son. She'd always enjoyed watching a man's cum jumping out and spattering on her belly or hands. It was awful hot and messy and runny, but excitingly depraved.

Pam's large cunt, lavishly endowed with thick red curls, was already brimming with scented pussy juice, and she wanted desperately to finger-fuck herself. She was trembling with horniness, but didn't like playing with herself when Robbie was near because of the loud, piggish noises she always made when she climaxed.

But then she thought of how large her boy's cock had felt. Even larger than Hank's... And her wrist and arm were still covered with his cum. She lifted the sheet and withdrew her arm, looking at the heavy coating of sticky cum. Her eyes sparkled as the sharp odor hit her nostrils and reminded her even more of fucking. It had been so long! God, she hadn't even seen a man's cock in years.

Just one quick look won't hurt, she told herself, unable to resist taking a peek at his cock beneath the sheets.

Robbie, desperately trying to remain still, didn't know what was going on when he felt the sheet being lifted, but he was afraid to open his eyes. Then he felt cool air flowing over the bare, wet head of his thick, limber prick and knew the sheet was high enough to expose all eight inches of it.

His mother was looking at his cock! Robbie felt his nuts tighten and hoped she wouldn't notice. But then his cock began to stir, hardening again from the exciting knowledge that his mother was viewing it.

"Ohhhh," Pam breathed.

Her eyes grew round with shocked surprise. Robbie's long, fat-shafted cock was throbbing nakedly from the opening in his pajamas, its broad head swelling, pointing up at her face and growing shiny and purplish with trapped blood. She could even see his wide piss-slit still dripping cum, and she licked her lips.

To think that her poor boy still didn't know what a hard-on was for, Pam mused sadly. Oh, God, if only he weren't her flesh and blood! She hated sneaking around finger-fucking herself, but if she messed around with some guy, or even some woman, and Hank found out, he'd take the boy from her. He'd already tried proving she was an unfit mother because she'd been a stripper during the first few years of their marriage. And he'd even told the judge about her one and only lesbian encounter as a teenager, damn him!

But he hadn't been able to prove anything, and she had won the custody fight. But she knew Hank hadn't given up. She wouldn't put it past him to have a private investigator watching the house right now.

And at thirty-two Pam wasn't ready to forget all about sex! Not by one hell of a long shot! As a stripper, she'd been proud of her body, and the years hadn't changed it that much. Her heavy white tits were still firm, her waist still small, and her hips and upper thighs just plump enough to tempt a saint. And her round ass was still full and fleshy.

And now, knowing what a stud her little boy was becoming, Pam's enforced celibacy was fast becoming more of a burden than she could bear. Just looking at his cock was enough to melt her cunt and make her already horny mind whirl with depraved lust.

Watching Robbie's face, Pam slid her hand across the gentle curve of her belly and cupped the wide, plump padding of her heavily-haired cunt.

"Nuhhhh," she moaned low in her throat as she squeezed the hot, damp mound and her fat, tingling clit popped out from under its fleshy hood to stab the steamy air between her thighs like an over-ripe grape. Closing her eyes briefly, she imagined that it was Robbie's curious fingers investigating her fat, slick cunt lips, and for once the thought brought no disgust or shame. She was far too horny for that.

Gently grinding the heel of her palm against her clit, she fought the urge to thrash and cry out. It wasn't easy concentrating on coming quickly while muffling her groans of ecstasy and opening her eyes every few minutes to check on her son.

The hot-assed mother's hips were swiveling slowly as she unconsciously spread her long, shapely legs and eased two slender fingers between the thick, ragged folds of her rosy, wide-lipped cunt. The hot, slick walls snapped at the scissoring, twisting fingers, and she rubbed her wet knuckles across her aching, straining clit.

Robbie heard her gasps and felt the bed vibrate. He also heard a liquid, sloshing sound. He was young and inexperienced, but he wasn't stupid. A shaking bed, moans, and a sound similar to those he'd made when stirring his finger in a jar of white paste at school all added up to his mother masturbating. As much as it surprised him, he was sure she was jerking off. The knowledge that it must have been the sight of his bare cock that had excited her so much nearly blew his young mind.

He wished he had the nerve to peek, for he really thought his mother was beautiful. He'd sit for hours, if possible, just watching her enormous tits swinging and bouncing while she worked. He'd never seen another woman with such round, heavy tits, and even though they sagged a bit, they still stuck out. Robbie was smart enough to realize that his mother's tits were that way not from age, but from sheer size.

Pam groaned again and ground the plump, firm cheeks of her soft ass against the bed as she sloshed her fingers around in her seething, snapping pussy. Her mind was filled with the memory of her little boy's fat, erect cock, and her excitement caused her memory to distort it so that it seemed all of a foot long, and proportionately thick. Oh, God, how she wanted it!

Robbie's nose itched. He tried to control his facial muscles, but finally gave up and sniffed? His sneeze caught both of them by surprise. Pam panicked and yanked her fingers from her swollen, juice-drenched cunt and drew the sheet up to her neck and pretended to sleep. She knew her face was hot with a combination of fear, arousal and embarrassment. She could only pray that Robbie wouldn't notice.

But Robbie now knew what his mother's cunt smelled like. Her movement with the sheets had gusted out a lot of the hot odor to his dilating nostrils. It was vaguely familiar, and he suddenly realized that he'd been smelling her pussy for years, either in bed or in the bathroom, although the odor had never been this strong before. He thought about all that funky odor trapped under the sheet and his cock lurched again. Jeez, cunt sure smells good! he thought. He wondered what she looked like down there. Lots of hair, probably, like in some of the blurred photos Davy had shown him. Damn, he was so horny he didn't know how he'd get through the day!

But somehow he did. Somehow they both did. After breakfast, during which he tried peeking down the front of his mother's robe, he went out to play. All he'd got was a glimpse of some cleavage, and some milky, quivering flesh to the sides. But it was better than nothing.

Pam had seen her son checking out her tits and was secretly thrilled by his boldness. She was used to having men mentally strip her and was usually indifferent to it. But Robbie's attention had taken a lot of guts, and it had really turned her on. So she showered and fingered herself to a wonderful orgasm while dreaming of his fat cock. The shower stall echoed with her wailing cries of pleasure.

After, she still felt nervous and unsatisfied. Masturbation was beginning to be an obsession, she realized, and wondered if there was something wrong with her physically. Her clit was pretty large, she knew, but would that do it? Was she turning into a nympho, or merely caught up in self-abuse?

Maybe she needed a thorough check-up. She hadn't been to a doctor in four or five years, since before she'd moved. Maybe all that was wrong with her was low blood sugar or some other easily treated problem. But could she be as honest with a doctor as she wanted to be? Pam really wanted to unburden herself to someone, but understandably felt a little ashamed and self-conscious.

Finally, she decided it would be easier if she picked a doctor she didn't know, one far away from her neighborhood. After making the decision, she felt better, as if the worst were already over. She flipped through the yellow pages and dialed one doctor after another until she found one who had an open appointment that afternoon.

Meanwhile, Robbie was in the bushes pumping his cock. He was so caught up in what he was doing, he almost missed the shocked gasp behind him.

His next door neighbor's little girl, Susie, had heard his muffled groans and sneaked up until she could see his fist moving in front of his pants. Robbie was jerking off, right out in the open! She felt her little cunt tingle. She'd never seen a prick, not even a picture of one, but she sure was anxious to remedy that deficiency. Robbie was just a year older, and already he was a big boy, so Susie reasoned that he must have a nice cock. She tasted the forbidden word and tried to visualize what one looked like. From where she was she couldn't see Robbie's. Long and swollen, one girl had whispered, sort of like a slab of bologna. Susie wondered.

Robbie panicked when he heard that gasp behind him. He bent forward and cupped his hands over his crotch, trying to hide his fierce hard-on. His face was red from horniness, fear, and embarrassment.

"Whatcha doin'?" Susie whispered, inching nearer.

"Nuthin'," Robbie muttered. "Go away!"

Susie smiled and walked around in front of him. She brushed her hands over her blouse, dusting off imaginary leaves or bits of grass and calling attention to her tits.

"What're you staring at?" she giggled as his eyes locked on her tits. Susie wasn't much past puberty, but she was well-rounded and quite pretty, and today she was braless. Robbie thought he could see the wide pink shadow of her soft nipples through the thin material.

Susie's tits, although not a threat to Pam's huge jugs, were short, fat, and up-tilted, and her goose-pimply aureoles covered more than a fourth of each jiggling tit.

Robbie blushed and looked at her face. Her eyes were on his cupped hands. "Let me see what you were doing," she coaxed, pointing at his crotch.

"Huh?" Robbie was shocked at her boldness--and a little afraid. You could never be sure when a girl was teasing or not, or whether she was planning to scream for her mother.

"C'mon, lemme see your prick, Robbie," Susie whined. "I'll... I'll tell everybody what you were doing if you don't show me!"

The boy stared at her in horror, but the excitingly nasty nature of what she wanted soon reminded him that he hadn't shot his load.

"Will you lift up your dress?" he asked, whispering as he removed his trembling hands.

"Ohhhh!" Susie's mouth fell open. Robbie's blown-up, golf-ball-sized prick-knob aimed up at her face, swaying slowly from side to side. His plump, rosy balls hung heavily beneath the base, nearly hairless. For some reason, the sight of them made Susie's pussy seethe.

Robbie's cock began to visibly pulse under the little girl's stare, jerking up and down. The fat, white stalk was crisscrossed with tiny blue veins, and Susie licked her lips. She'd never imagined anything so powerful-looking, so threatening!

Robbie saw Susie's face grow red. He heard her heavy breathing, and he felt his nuts tighten. He began to think about doing more than just showing her his cock. After all, they were out of sight and, if they kept their voices down, wouldn't be heard.

Chapter 3

Susie's cunt was heating up from just seeing Robbie's huge cock. The memory of her discovery of how nice it felt to rub the warm, wiggly lump at the top of her pouting pussylips flashed through her mind. The first time she'd touched herself there had been instinctive, a natural response to a moist, nagging itch which she'd felt before.

Surprisingly, the itch grew worse but felt better as she scratched it. Suddenly both her hands were gently scraping and rubbing at the loose, slippery folds of her adolescent pussy.

When she accidentally hit her clit with a couple of fingers, she jumped, muffled a shriek, and shivered. Awed by the enormous sensitivity of that little lump of hard, inflamed flesh, Susie gently investigated it. She gasped. Even a light touch brought pure bliss. Over a period of time, the little girl learned just how to stroke and manipulate her tingling, gristly little clit until she convulsed and a spreading warmth bathed her loins.

Now, as she witnessed a boy's arousal for the first time, she wanted to play with her cunt more than ever. It was itching and burning. Her clit was already poking from the top of her small wet pussy slit. Her panties tormented it.

Quickly, she lifted her dress and held it under her armpits. Her plump, bouncing tits filled Robbie's eyes until she bent and pushed her panties to her knees. Robbie squatted until her thighs were only six or seven inches from his red, sweating face.

Susie blushed a deeper pink and took a step back. "Ohh," she whimpered, tremendously embarrassed. "You're awful!"

"Let me touch it, okay?" Robbie begged, fascinated by the nymphette's puffy, nearly hairless cunt.

Susie's excitement increased when she first saw the effect her little pussy was having on the boy. She was still hot-cheeked with embarrassment, but she really felt like having him play with the hot, wet folds of flesh between her thighs. Her pussy was oozing juice, and her clit projected boldly.

"If you play with my cock, and let me play with your pussy, then neither of us can tell," Robbie said hurriedly. "Okay?"

"Well... okay," Susie said, then jumped and squealed girlishly as he socked his open hand between her plump thighs and grabbed a handful of warm, loose, slimy-feeling flesh.

"Ohh!" Susie gasped and shook, her face flaming brighter. But she instinctively parted her legs even more and then bent to grab his bobbing cock.

"Yeah!" Robbie exclaimed, standing up so she could reach his throbbing hard-on with ease. He kept his fingers on her soft, wriggly pussylips, stroking, pulling and probing.

Susie touched the angry-looking cock with a finger, right at the tip. Her finger came away trailing a string of pre-cum.

"Ohhh, Robbie," she sighed as his fingers gently pinched and pulled on her soft, smooth pussylips. She grabbed his cock near its hairy base and awkwardly but enthusiastically yanked it up and down.

Robbie was too excited to hold out. Seeing his first real pussy, combined with touching it and having his prick fisted made his balls tighten and lurch.

"Ohh, uh, aghh," he grunted as his orgasm suddenly struck.

Susie forgot all about the eager fingers working on her throbbing cunt. She stared, entranced, as Robbie's cock jumped in her sweaty palm and then exploded. She gave a little cry of surprised pleasure at this new volcanic toy she'd discovered. No one had ever told her pricks did this!

"Huhhh, uhhh, ahhhh," Robbie groaned as his sexy little neighbor's small hand milked his pulsing prick. The heavy spurts flew in all directions, but most of it coated Susie's pretty face as she bent near to watch. The deliciously obscene sight of his white cum dripping from the little girl's cheeks, nose, and chin excited him so much that his jizz flowed for a longer time than usual.

But Susie didn't mind. She liked the way the stuff just kept jumping out and splattering on her face. It was thick and hot and runny, and smelled funny, but it certainly wasn't piss. It was thrillingly naughty.

"Oh, jeez!" Robbie sighed weakly as she squeezed his spasming cock, then milked up toward the sensitive, drooling knob. Some thick, watery bubbles oozed over her knuckles, then slid off and dotted the grass.

"Wow," Susie grinned nervously, holding his cock in a tight grip. "That was great! Do you always do that?"

"Yeah," Robbie whispered, still shaky and unsure of whether he should thank her or not. But his fingers began moving between her legs again, parting the hot, slippery halves of her smooth, pouting cunt slit.

Susie sighed and trembled as her glossy pink, barely mature pussy was petted and probed. She wiped her face with her free hand, then held her fingers to her nose, sniffing the sharp aroma of fresh cum. The smell made her feel even sexier. Her legs went weak, and she felt her soft, pink cunt ooze gobs of slippery, hot pussy juice into Robbie's palm. She was almost too excited to be embarrassed by her messy reaction, but Robbie was thrilled. He coated her entire crotch with the stuff, then rubbed her cunt lips with his palm.

"Awww," Susie sighed and squatted a bit as he rubbed back almost to her tight ass-hole. Her plump tit shivered on her chest. "Mmmmm!" she moaned as the boy's inexperienced fingers finally reached inside her puffy, aching pussylips, spreading them and probing the narrow hole.

"Up higher," she whispered hoarsely, urgently, forgetting everything but the need to come. She took his hand and guided his thumb until it was pressed against her slippery little clit.

"Rub me there," she said as his fingers wiggled and tormented her pouty pink folds.

Robbie did as she asked, loving the sounds of her moans and sighs. But it was the wet, slurping noise of his busy fingers in her pooched-out, rosy cunt that really turned him on. The sounds were very similar to those his mother had made, and he stared hungrily at the little girl's bare, lightly-haired pussy, trying to imagine it covered with a thick mat of hair. Jeez, it was so wet and slippery and pretty! It looked so soft, so delicate.

But it was the place a cock was supposed to fit inside. And his was hard again... He poked a finger into Susie's tight, extremely slippery pussy and felt it gripped before he'd gone past the first knuckle. Oh, shit! He could just imagine that hot, slick tunnel squeezed around his prick.

Susie was hunching her hips at his hand and rolling her ass in ever-widening circles. With one of Robbie's fingers reaming her tight pussy-hole, while his thumb flicked her extended clit, the little girl was having a hard time keeping quiet.

Robbie stared with fascinated lust at the way the sexy little girl was squirming over his hand. Her big-nippled tits were jumping all over her chest. From his vantage point he could look over her shoulder and watch the plump cheeks of her cute, freckled butt tremble every time he crooked his fingertip.

Susie suddenly clamped her thighs over his hand. Her small body straightened, shivered, and then she began to pant and grunt. She came for what seemed like an awful long time to the boy, but eventually she loosened her wet thighs and sank down into the grass.

"Oh, Robbie!" she whispered, her face red and her eyes bright. "That was the best ever!"

Robbie grinned and knelt between her extended legs. His cock pointed up, away from her slack pussylips. He brought his fingers up and sniffed them, just as she'd done with his cum, and Susie giggled. There wasn't much of an odor, but what there was reminded the boy of his mother. The thought made his cock bob.

Susie sighed as he lowered himself on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. She thought he was being romantic and playful. But when he raised his hips and she felt the hard, hot tip of his cock sliding up the wet crack of her ass and stopping over her drippy pussy, she began to realize what he was trying to do.

She thought about stopping him, but when he looked down at her with his hot eyes and she felt his cock nudge her still-tingling clit, she went limp and submissive. She was afraid of what he was about to do, but couldn't bring herself to stop him.

He forced her thighs apart with his knees and guided his huge, throbbing cock to the little wrinkle which marked the entrance to her virgin cunt. Susie clenched her eyes and held her breath as he pushed. She felt her cunt lips stretching and then slipping behind the fat knob.

"Ahhhhhh," Robbie sighed when he felt her heat surround the tip of his cock. With a powerful lunge he drove his hips forward, sinking his cock to the balls in the tight hole.

Susie's breath caught in her throat as he tore through her cherry. Then she screamed and bucked, but Robbie was in the saddle to stay.

The unbelievably wonderful sensation of having his cock surrounded by the hot, humid tightness of her cunt was almost more than Robbie could bear. Jeez, she was tight! Not even his mother's fist had held him like Susie's little pussy! He pulled out until just his knob was inside, squeezed by the tight ring of pussy muscle, then he plunged forward again. Susie groaned, squirmed, then settled her legs around his waist and began hunching up to meet his thrusts.

Robbie was too excited and too inexperienced to stroke the hot-cunted little girl slowly and steadily. He slid his swollen cock into her as rapidly as a dog on a bitch, but Susie didn't seem to care. She gasped and groaned and swung her ass under him with gleeful abandon. Her mouth was open, her eyes were bulging, and her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead as her tightly stretched pussy was reamed for the first time.

Robbie felt the cum boiling in his balls as he watched Susie go wild beneath him. She was shivering with the intense pleasure of being fucked, even though it still seemed as if Robbie had shoved a baseball bat into her cunt. He filled her completely, and when his balls were pressed hard against the flattened cheeks of her ass, she felt distended. She wondered if she could see a lump in her belly where his cockhead lodged. But she didn't bother to look.

"Nuhhh," she whimpered as he circled his hips and stirred her pussy, nudging the deep nerves with his fat shaft. She was breathing heavily, noisily, no longer worrying if anyone could hear them or not. Nothing mattered but her approaching orgasm.

Robbie finally controlled himself enough to notice things other than his cock being milked by a tight cunt. Susie's fat tits were rolling like crazy beneath his face, her big nipples shiny with sweat, their hard tips long and pointed. He gobbled one into his mouth and chewed on it, shaking his head like a dog worrying a bone. Susie squealed happily.

The girl could feel her tight cunt snapping at Robbie's big cock. He was driving into her harder and deeper, and his plump balls were beating a steady rhythm against her ass, the noise exciting her almost as much as the feel of that thick cock spreading and pushing at her pussy.

Her hard clit was tugged and bumped continuously, and the flashes of pleasure pain shot from it down to her cunthole. Even the sweet ache of her well-chewed nipple was spreading a tingling warmth down to her battered loins.

Robbie felt the little girl's muscular contractions and groaned. Her hot wet cunt, powered by her humping, circling ass, was pulling and tugging at his aching cock, and he knew he was just seconds away from blowing his load.

Susie knew it too, and panicked. "Take it out! Take it out!" she wailed, pushing at him. She was near her climax, and every fiber of her being was telling her to let him fill her yearning cunt with his jism. But she remembered the lecture about babies and had remembered how much of the stuff Robbie had dumped earlier.

"Huh? What?" Robbie said dumbly, losing his rhythm.

"Get off!" she cried. "You'll make me have a baby!"

That last word scared Robbie, so he pulled out and slithered his cock on her belly. Then he thought of shoving it between her fat, sweat-slick tits and coming that way. Knee-walking up her body, he gathered her soft tits and pressed them around his purplish, straining cock while Susie watched with openmouthed wonder.

At first slowly, then faster and faster, he fucked the little girl's warm tits, the fat knob of his prick peeping out on the upstroke. The veins on his shaft grew thicker as he stroked, and his piss-slit started to gape open, signaling the rush of his cum.

"Oh, jeez!" he grunted. "Here it comes!" He clenched his teeth and groaned as his cock began to jerk between her tits.

Susie's mouth was still hanging open, and it received the first hot squirt of cum. She gagged and spit with shocked surprise as the thick, sticky glob landed on her lips and teeth, but she couldn't help tasting it.

The rest of Robbie's cum hit her chin and neck and ran down her armpits. Sighing, he sat back, a thin string of jism connecting her tits to his cock-tip. Susie watched it quiver in the breeze, shiny and fragile-looking. But she knew how sticky and strong that stuff really was.

She licked her lips again, picking up the flavor of his cum a second time. It wasn't really that bad, after all. And he had made her come. Her stretched, sore little cunt was still burning, but it felt good. Now she knew what fucking was like. She'd never be able to go without it, she knew. Finger-fucking was nowhere near as good.

"Ohhhh, jeez," Robbie sighed, exhausted. He picked up his limp, blood-stained prick and examined it. Susie watched him as he stretched the skin and cleaned it with some leaves. She realized it was her blood he was wiping off, and looked down at her pussy. The hole was stretched and sort of inflamed, but she couldn't see any blood.

"You fuck real good," Robbie said as he watched her examining the pussy. "D'ya wanna do it again after supper?"

"Yeah," Susie said quickly. "But ya gotta pull it out again, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess," Robbie grumbled. "But I wish I didn't have to. It feels awful pulling out like that."

"Yeah, I know," Susie agreed.

Robbie recalled some of the stories he'd heard from older boys. "Y'know," he said, "there are a couple of ways I don't have to pull out."

"What do you mean?" Susie asked, puzzled.

"Well, a lot of girls suck cocks, and some bend over and let guys push them up their ass-holes."

"What? You're kidding! That would feel awful!"

"No, no. Just at first, like just now. After it's in, you'll like it. Just try it. Please? You don't have to if you don't like it."

"What about... sucking?" Susie whispered, thinking of how exciting it had been to taste Robbie's cum. "That wouldn't hurt. I don't think I'd mind that so much."

"Yeah! Wow!" Robbie enthused, imagining Susie's full, red lips wrapped around the end of his cock. "How about trying that now?"

"Uh-uh! No way! You got pussy juice and blood all over it, Robbie. How would you like to put it in your mouth, huh?"

"I'll go wash," Robbie said. "Wait here."

"No. It's too late. After supper. And wash good!"

Chapter 4

Pam squirmed nervously in the padded chair. She was alone in Dr. Carr's waiting room and hating every minute of it. Waiting rooms all smelled the same, she thought, of leather seats and nameless chemicals chilled by an overactive air conditioning unit. She took a magazine from a side table, knowing without looking that it would be at least three or four months old. It was. Worse luck, it was a journal on abnormal psychology, a subject which normally didn't interest her.

But she leafed through it and came across an article on the erotic dreams of women. One of the most common, she saw, was that of incest, either father, or brother or... son. Pam put the magazine aside and shuddered.

"You're next, Mrs. Morris." The nurse had silently entered. Her white uniform was starched, unwrinkled, and gave off an odor of disinfectant. Pam studied the woman's shapeless body and wondered if it, rather than the uniform, smelled of disinfectant.

"How do you do, Mrs. Morris," Dr. Carr smiled cheerfully, rising to take her hand. "What seems to be the trouble?"

The nurse left and Pam relaxed slightly. The pastel color of his office, the piped-in music, his friendly attitude all conspired to make her problems seem insignificant.

"Well, perhaps... perhaps I'm being silly," Pam stammered. "Maybe I shouldn't have come, but... I've been worried and I... I need advice more than anything."

"The form you completed says you are divorced, with one son. Are you suffering from a lack of... shall we say, affection?"

"Why, yes," Pam admitted, surprised. "How did you guess?"

"I've been gathering facts for a series of articles on the sexual frustrations of suburban women. You see, in spite of our so-called liberated times, frustration is a common problem which manifests itself in many ways."

"It... it's very difficult for me to admit this, but I'm worried about two things. I seem to masturbate with more and more frequency, and I feel nervous and guilty about it. It's like an obsession with me."

"And the other problem?"

"My son. We have a small place, and he's sleeping with me. He was younger when it started, and I didn't have the heart to make him sleep on the sofa," Pam explained hurriedly.

"And he's beginning to... get ideas?"

"Oh, no. Not that. Why, I haven't even explained the facts of life to him yet. It's me. I woke up this morning and..." her voice broke, and she sobbed. "His... his penis was in my hand. I'd been holding it in my sleep, and he... ejaculated on my arm!"

"I see." Dr. Carr closed his eyes and pursed his lips. "Was your son upset by this?"

"Oh, Robbie was still sleeping! I think I would have died if he'd opened his eyes!"

"Well, then, try not to worry. The subconscious is a mysterious thing. Progress had been made, but very slowly. It is possible that this was a one-time occurrence, you know. It is difficult to make judgments without lengthy discussions, and I'm not a psychiatrist. I don't think you would have died, however, if Robbie had been awake. It might even have been a good thing."

"Why... why, what do you mean?" Pam gasped.

"You've stated he's ignorant of the facts of life," Dr. Carr said blandly. "His awareness of your manipulations would have been an ideal way to bring up the subject of sex and reproduction."

"But... but," Pam began, upset by the mental images the doctor was causing to form in her mind.

"Now, try not to be held captive by the customs and mores of your parents' day, Mrs. Morris. We've come a long way since then, and it is far more common than you would believe for mothers to introduce their sons to love and sex."

"My God!" Pam gasped. "That's... incest!"

Doctor Carr raised a hand. "Now, don't let labels mislead you. There's no black and white here, only shades of gray. What is wrong for some, may be right for others. It depends on so many factors. You shouldn't be so quick to condemn what you don't understand."

"But," Pam said weakly, utterly confused and shaken, "at the least, wouldn't it damage the boy's personality, give him a tremendous guilt complex?"

"Again, it all depends on many things. Age, whether or not both parties were willing or if one wasn't given much choice in the matter, and the reasons for such an involvement. It's just too complicated to go into now." He glanced at his watch. "I'm sorry, but it's getting late. We'll have to proceed with the examination, now. Would you remove your dress, please, and get up on the table?"

"Is... is it necessary?" Pam hesitated, knowing her cunt was moist and sticky.

"You said you were worried about your frequent masturbation, Mrs. Morris," Dr. Carr said impatiently. "Now, an examination is necessary for me to know if you are in any way abnormal or unhealthy. If you wish, you may put on an examination gown. It's not very flattering, and it will be open, anyway..."

"Oh. All right. I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble," Pam apologized, standing and removing her clothes.

Dr. Carr watched as the beautiful redhead slipped out of her dress and unhooked her bra. Her huge, pale tits tumbled out and wobbled before him. Then they swung and shook as she bent and pushed down her panties. He licked his lips.

"You're a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Morris," he said. "I must admit few of my patients look better undressed than clothed."

"Thank you," Pamn said, blushing and climbing onto the table. He fixed her legs into the stirrups and she felt her cunt being stretched apart. Her knees were wide, and she felt completely helpless and vulnerable.

"Just relax," Dr. Car said, pressing his thumbs to either side of the soft, swollen lips of her hairy cunt.

Pam felt him massaging the tender flesh, pinching folds as if feeling for lumps, and realized he wasn't wearing gloves! She felt a fingertip probe the soft flesh around her fat clit and jumped.

"You're extremely sensitive," Dr. Carr-mused. "Probably multi-orgasmic."

"Really?" Pam was surprised. "Are you sure?"

Dr. Carr laughed. "Only you can tell me that, Mrs. Morris."

"I... I've never... Isn't there some way you can tell?"

"Only by manipulating your clitoris," he answered. "And, although I must admit I would be willing, you have to realize that such stimulation isn't ethical, and if you were to ever mention it, I might lose my license."

Pam closed her eyes. She was not only curious, but extremely horny. Her heavy tits sagged, pulling sensuously on her chest, and she gathered them up and held them centered, quivering, on top of her torso. She saw Dr. Carr look at them and made up her mind.

"Go ahead, Doctor. I'd really like to know if I can keep coming or not. I won't tell."

Dr. Carr peeled apart the folds surrounding her clit and touched the hard lump with a fingertip. He bent his head as the first finger of his other hand slipped into her gushing cunthole.

"Ohhh, God," Pam groaned and jerked, squeezing her fat, throbbing tits in her hands as the doctor fingered her hairy cunt.

Dr. Carr's eyes were fastened on Pam's gaping, bright pink cunt flesh. She was dribbling enormous amounts of pussy juice down over the cheeks of her ass as he twisted his finger around in her hot, tight cunt. Her thick clit visibly quivered as he rolled the ball of his finger around its base.

Pam groaned and hunched, and her ass-hole clenched, shiny now with her juice. She felt something touch it, return and circle the ring of muscle tantalizingly.

"Wha-what are you doing?" she whimpered.

"Many women go through life unaware that the anus and genital areas share muscle in common," Dr. Carr said, continuing to torment her sensitive butt hole. "Didn't you notice that when I touched your clit, your anus contracted?"

"Unh, no, not really," Pam said, feeling embarrassed to be discussing that part of her body so dispassionately.

"Pay attention, now," Dr. Carr said, and fingered her clit again. "There, did you feel it that time?"

"Y-yes," Pam stammered, gasping from the sensations.

"The anus is extremely significant in both foreplay and after play," Dr. Carr continued, "but many men, unfortunately, don't realize this or, if they do, are afraid to initiate such action themselves. And the women are either ignorant or embarrassed, and they don't ask. So the anal area is completely ignored. Neglecting a whole new area of sexual response."

"M-mine seems sensitive," Pam gasped as he circled it again.

"No more than usual," he said. "It's just the newness of the sensations. However, yours is particularly appealing to the male because of its lack of hair and the way it smoothly protrudes. In other words, it's accessible, not hidden away."

"I-I'm ready to come, Doctor!" Pam gasped, wagging her full hips.

"Yes, I know," he said, grinning for the first time. "I'll continue to finger you during your orgasm."

Pam groaned and her face contorted as a raging fire of sexual passion surged through her loins. Her ass humped the table, she felt her ass-hole rhythmically opening and closing, and goose bumps appeared all over her quivering tits.

Wave after wave of pure, agonizing pleasure washed across her body, and Pam heard dirty words in the office and cringed for a moment before she realized they were her own!

"Ohhh, fuck me! Stick your fat cock in me! Give it to me! Aghhh, God, don't stop! It's good, it's good!"

Dr. Carr continued to roll her clit and slide a couple of fingers in and out of her contracting cunt. Her tits wobbled crazily above the hands holding their bases, and her big nipples were hard. He was tempted to suck one into his mouth, but resisted the impulse and tried to keep count of her orgasms. Pam was marvelous material for his article.

Ten minutes later, his wrists and forearms tired, Dr. Carr called a halt. Pam shook and groaned through a few more, final orgasms, then collapsed on the table. Her arms hung, her fingertips scraped the floor, and her body shone with sweat. Her inner thighs were soaked with cunt juice, as was the table under her ass and the floor beneath the end of the table. She was too weak to talk, let alone move, and didn't even bother to open her eyes when she heard the doctor cleaning up the mess she had made.

"I'm going to wipe you now, Mrs. Morris," she heard him say distantly, and then she jumped again as she felt something cool and dry wiping her dripping cunt. She opened her eyes, surprised to find herself about to come again.

"My God!" she whispered shakily. "It was never like that with my husband! Sometimes he didn't even make me come!"

"Obviously inconsiderate and undereducated," Dr. Carr remarked, openly admiring Pam's body. His eyes kept returning to her huge, quivering tits.

"My God," Pam sighed again, then caught sight of the lump in the doctor's pants. She looked up at him guiltily. "If you want," she began, "I mean, I feel sort of responsible

"Yes!" he gasped, forgetting his professionalism and unzipping his pants with awkward haste. He pulled out an average-sized, somewhat slender white cock, but it was really stiff and turned Pam on again.

"Just shove it in me!" she gasped, knowing she'd come just from the touch of his hot prick-knob.

Dr. Carr walked between her legs and with one hunching movement sank the full length of his cock into her mushy cunt. Pam groaned, lifted her hips, and spasmed. And she kept spasming as he pounded back and forth in her tight pussy.

Dr. Carr leaned over his patient's body and grabbed her left tit. Holding the white, melon-like tit up, he sucked the big, hard nipple into his mouth. His tongue swished it around, and he made animal-like sounds in his throat as he sucked and fucked. Pam, too, was whining and grunting. Then she felt the liquid heat of his jism splattering deep inside her belly and felt his stiffness dwindle.

"Ahh, cripes!" he groaned, pulling back with a lewd popping sound from her gripping pink cunt. A stream of cunt juice mingled with his cum followed the withdrawal and he hurried to grab some tissues to wipe himself and the table and floor.

Pam smiled wryly. "Seems like I'm always making you clean up," she said, fingering around her cunthole.

"Who cares?" Dr. Carr muttered, on his knees wiping the floor. His limp cock hung out over the front of his pants, which were also stained with Pam's sticky cunt juice.

Later, when Pam was composed and dressed, Dr. Carr gave her a pamphlet on anal eroticism. "This is one of my early efforts," he said modestly. "Don't worry about masturbating, it won't hurt you. After reading this book, you may find new ways to amuse yourself. And feel free to call on me at any time."

"Thank you," Pam said, walking out the door he opened.

"Oh, nurse," Dr. Carr called, "there will be no bill for Mrs. Morris."

Pam drove home filled with the day's experiences. She no longer felt so worried about masturbating, but she still wasn't happy about what she'd done to Robbie this morning. She could well remember the heat of his boyish cum landing on her arm.

"Jeez," she said to herself. "What if it happens again?"

And she realized it was time to tell him the facts of life, too. The way he kept looking at her tits flattered her, she admitted, but it also frightened her. And Dr. Carr's advice in that area hadn't helped settle her mind. In fact, it had made matters worse, for now her thoughts kept straying to his belief that incest wasn't always wrong.

And only this morning she'd been wishing he wasn't her son, so that enormous cock of his could be put to some good use. She thought of Dr. Carr's unsatisfying prick and mentally winced. She wished she hadn't gotten carried away like that, but it hadn't seemed fair to leave him high and dry after he'd kept her coming for such a long time.

But she wasn't going back, she vowed. That could only lead to trouble. But his pamphlet might do some good. It had been pretty exciting, having her ass-hole stroked. Maybe she'd try goosing herself with something small, like a pencil, next time she masturbated.

But now she had no time for anything. She was late starting supper. She pulled into the driveway and looked around, but there was no sign of her son. And for Robbie to be missing at mealtime was unusual. Pam climbed out and began calling his name.

The third time she called, he came running from the bushes behind their neighbor's house, and his face was red. Pam noticed that he didn't meet her eyes. She was suspicious, but decided the red face could have been caused by running. But a few minutes later, when she was in the kitchen, she saw Susie, the little girl from next door, emerge from the same spot. She turned away from the window and said nothing to Robbie. But she was more determined than ever to tell him the facts of life.

Who knows what he'll pick up from the kids around here, Pam mused, thinking especially of Dale Martucci, a real brat who was the son of a local teacher.

But that led to another thought. Mrs. Martucci was a biology instructor. Maybe she'd be the best one to tell Robbie the facts of life. Pam wasn't sure, but she thought she'd heard somewhere that Mrs. Martucci occasionally taught sex education, too.

Chapter 5

A few days later Pam still hadn't made any arrangements about Robbie's sexual education. Any boy with a cock his size should know all there was to know, she thought, but she was still hesitant about talking to him herself. But thoughts of fucking him came oftener and oftener. In fact, the more she thought about it, the easier such thoughts became, and she was really surprised that it was all beginning to seem natural.

School was out early today for a game, but Pam doubted that Mrs. Martucci had attended. She was probably catching up on some work at school, and now was as good a time to drive over as any. And, Pam couldn't help thinking, maybe a talk about the birds and bees'll give him some ideas about my fat tits and lonely cunt. They're next to him every night, after all!

She pulled in next to the only car in the parking lot and hoped it was Mrs. Martucci's. Well, the door was open and she was already here, so what the hell?

She walked quietly through the deserted halls and checked each room. She couldn't find anyone. Then she smiled. Cigarette smoke. Slowly she traced it down the hall to the women's lavatory. Pam was about to call out as she opened the door and peeked in, but then she heard a throaty, sexy sigh.

No one was in sight, which meant the woman was sitting in one of the stalls. The sigh came again, followed by a low moan, and Pam felt a growing heat in the base of her belly. Someone was there, all right, and Pam had played with her own cunt often enough to recognize the sound of female masturbation.

She knew it was dangerous, but she snuck quietly inside and tiptoed toward the toilets. Every once in a while she bent down to check for feet, and finally located a stall with a pair of pink panties gathered around two slender ankles.

Slowly, carefully, Pam crept into the adjacent stall. It had been almost fifteen years since she'd seen another girl's naked pussy, but suddenly she wanted to again! When she knew she hadn't been heard, she climbed up onto the toilet seat and lifted her face above the partition. She was flushed with fear and excitement, and her cunt was already swelling and dripping.

Oh, God, it was all she could have hoped for. A mature, really stacked woman was slumped on the seat, her dress hiked up to her waist. Pam could see the older woman's plump, white thighs and a mass of dark brown hair at the base of her belly, half-hidden by her wildly scrambling fingers. The woman's face was tight and pinched and bright red with lust. It was Mrs. Martucci.

Pam pressed her fingers against her cunt, rubbing the damp, hairy bulge through her skirt and panties as she watched the woman masturbate. Her mouth watered as the horny teacher reached into her overflowing bra and hauled out a tremendous tit. A huge brown nipple protruded boldly from the center of the gorgeous globe, and Pam suddenly wanted to feel how soft and heavy those tits were, and how they would taste as she sucked them like a hungry baby.

Unaware of her secret admirer, Mrs. Martucci lifted the pale, trembling tit and moved it around, then she started kneading the heavy mass of spongy flesh with more vigor than Pam thought could be comfortable. Quietly, Pam unbuttoned her strained blouse. Still watching the teacher, she nervously flopped a big white tit over the top of her specially-built bra and pushed it up to her pursed lips.

She sucked on her fat, throbbing nipple and used her tongue to press it against the roof of her mouth. Her lips tightened and her fingers rubbed deeper into her pussy.

The teacher's fingers were now plucking at one tit's swollen nipple while her other hand rummaged between her plump thighs. Pam couldn't see much more than the widowed teacher's thick pussy hair, but she faintly heard a moist, smacking, sucking sound as one or more fingers pumped into her leaking pink cunt.

Mrs. Martucci's other tit worked its way free, jumping over the bra cup to roll across her chest and smack against the first. "Ahhhh," she sighed, widening the spread of her knees. Her feet were still together, held by the band of her panties.

"Unhh," the woman panted, and now Pam's bulging eyes could see her wrist and forearm working furiously as she stirred two or three fingers inside her sloppy, drooling pink pussy.

Pam's panties were drenched, and she could smell the hot musk of her own pussy juice. But whether it was all her own, or more likely, mingling with the teacher's, she couldn't really tell. But whichever cunt it was coming from, it was making her hornier than she'd been in a long time.

Although the woman was in her early forties and had a few gray hairs, she had a spectacular figure--lush, floppy tits and wide hips, and an outstandingly firm, round ass. Amazingly, between those jutting tits and wide hips was a waist small enough to satisfy a beauty contestant.

When Pam saw the teacher shove one of those mammoth tits up to her lips, she nearly gasped around her own nipple. She loved sucking her own tits, and she remembered how, as a teenager, she'd loved nursing on her girl friend's big tits. The feeling of having her nipple sucked on was fantastic!

Then Mrs. Martucci bent forward, still sucking on her spiked nipple. Her other tit swung between her parted legs. When Pam saw the woman reach behind her with her free hand, she quickly scrambled down.

"Ohhhh, yesss!" she heard the widow hiss. She ducked her head below the dividing wall. The teacher's big white ass was raised off the seat, and she was running her fingers through the wide-spread, hot-looking crack. Pam feasted her eyes on the woman's puckered, pouting ass-hole, and remembered what Dr. Carr had told her about butt holes. Mrs. Martucci's was wet, shiny red, clean and smooth-looking except for the tiny wrinkles. Beneath it, Pam could just make out the pink, bulging flaps of a hairy cunt.

Pam kept her position until her neck ached, then caught her breath as the stroking fingers halted and one probed at her winking, muscular ass-hole. Mrs. Martucci's forearm flexed and the finger slowly slid in past the last knuckle.

"Uhhh!" Pam heard the woman grunt around her tit. She saw her fingering her sloppy cunt even faster.

She stared at the finger working in the center of the teacher's naked ass. Her climax was close, but she was holding off, wanting to do it right, sitting down and bare-assed. And she was beginning to consider investigating her own little butt hole. The woman's goosing finger was sliding in and out very easily, for it was all shiny with her juices.

"Huhhhhh!" Mrs. Martucci sighed heavily as her fleshy ass trembled with each shove. Pam could tell the finger was held in a snug grip even though the flushed ring was slippery.

I've got to try that, she told herself. It must be great, the way she's shaking and grunting.

"Aghhhh, eeeaaahhhh!" the teacher cried loudly into her finger-marked tit as her upper body straightened. She kept both hands working, front and back, but let her tit fall free. Pam's eyes darted from the woman's wildly flailing tits to her pumping hands, then saw her give a few weak heaves, sigh deeply, and relax. A few seconds later she withdrew her fingers.

The widow slumped on the toilet for a few moments, breathing heavily, then she sighed again and reached for some toilet paper.

Quickly wiping her fingers, then her drippy cunt and shiny butt, she stood. Her face was still flushed.

Because of her low point of view, Pam could see the teacher's plump ass wobbling above her. She licked her lips as Mrs. Martucci bent and the bottom of her cunt cracked open, all a bright, wet pink.

"Damn," Jane muttered as she struggled to tug her panties into place, but they seemed too small. Pam stared as the woman muttered, "To hell with it," and impatiently pushed them down and stepped out of them. She watched the big ass-cheeks bounce and quiver as Mrs. Martucci stuffed the panties in her purse. Then the exciting view was cut off as her skirt fell down.

Pam's already horny mind boggled at the thought of that sweet, fat-lipped cunt bared to the air, its moist, pulpy folds rubbing together as the woman walked around. Pam's first impulse was to yank down her panties and really go to town, but then her curiosity got the better of her and she shoved her spit-slick tit into her bra and straightened her clothing. Then she stepped from the stall and headed for Mrs. Martucci's home room.

The teacher was a few years older, but Pam didn't care. The long look she'd had of Mrs. Martucci's plump ass showed that the woman was still firm and untouched by age.

"Hi," Pam said, standing in the doorway. "I'm Pam Morris. Remember me? Robbie's mother." She hoped her face wasn't as hot as it felt.

Jane looked up from the papers on her desk, then rose and extended her hand. "Yes, it's nice to see you again," she said.

"You do teach biology and health courses, don't you?" Pam asked.

"Yes, along with filling in for our vacationing physical education teacher. I'm a sort of Jane-of-all-trades around here."

Pam smiled. The reason I'm here is, well, it's hard for me to explain. I mean, I know what I want, but it's difficult for me to put it into words."

"Come on," Mrs. Martucci said. "We'll go into the lounge. It's much more comfortable and private."

"That sounds fine," Pam said, trying not to stare at the woman's big, thrusting tits. Now that she knew what the widow's naked body looked like, it was hard to act natural.

"Is it about Robbie?" Mrs. Martucci asked when they were seated together on a sofa.

Pam nodded, then lowered her eyes. "I-I'm divorced, you know, and there isn't much money, so we have a small place. There's only one bedroom, and Robbie sleeps with me."

The teacher nodded encouragement. Pam drew a deep breath and gathered her courage. "When I woke up a few mornings ago, I saw that Robbie had an... an erection. He was still sleeping, of course," she hurriedly added.

"Well, that's normal," Mrs. Martucci said, imagining the boy's hard cock. "Most men wake up that way."

"I know, but it's made me realize how Robbie's grown and, and I've never had that talk with him about, you know, sex."

"Oh!" Jane smiled. "And you want me to explain things to him, is that it?"

"Oh, if only you would! His father's a real bastard, or I'd want him to do it. I know it's my place, but I'd feel so awkward, and you've had so much more experience..."

Mrs. Martucci smiled again. "Maybe so, but I've never found the opportunity to tell Dale, either. I suppose he's picked up a few things from older kids, though. Most boys do, and I'll bet your son's no different."

"Huh," Pam grunted. "Misinformation, you mean."

"Possibly," Jane said. "Now, I'll need a note from you giving permission, but that's a mere formality. When can Robbie come to see me?"

"How about today. If you're not too busy, I mean."

Mrs. Martucci looked at the papers on her desk, then at her watch. "Give me about an hour, then send him over. But don't tell him what it's all about. I don't want him arriving nervous and embarrassed. Let me work up to the subject in my own way, all right?"

"You're the teacher, Mrs. Martucci," Pam smiled.

"Please, call me Jane."

Pam looked at the soft skin showing above the woman's knees where her dress had slipped back, and her mind conjured up the image of Jane's finger-gulping, hairy cunt. She felt her face heat up again.

"Oh, oh," she stammered, flustered, realizing she'd been staring too long. "Thank you, and call me Pam."

The hot-assed mother hurried home, rubbing her thighs together in the car, milking the lips of her cunt. Her nipples scratched against her bra cups. She had to have relief. Damn! Where was that boy?

Unknown to Pam, Robbie was at that moment standing behind a bush in a nearby field with his pants around his ankles. Susie was kneeling before him with both her hands wrapped around his throbbing prick and her soft, warm lips sucking on the very tip.

"Uhhh," Robbie groaned with pleasure. This was the first time since he'd fucked her that they'd had a chance to be alone, and he'd lost no time in reminding the little girl about her promise to suck him off.

His big, bulbous cockhead was purplish with lust, and Susie's fingers were slippery with what seemed like gallons of pre-cum. She was avidly nursing on his oozing piss-slit and didn't seem to mind all the greasy liquid.

"Boy," she said, pulling away briefly. "This stuff sure tastes funny!" Susie giggled, sliding her fingers over Robbie's fat, nearly white cock-shaft.

"Don't stop," the boy panted, hunching his hips toward her pretty face.

"Am I doin' it right? Do you like it all that much?"

"Yeah, yeah! It's perfect, keep sucking, don't stop!"

Susie smiled and tightened her fingers and lowered her lips to the big wet head again, feeling the swollen knob pulse beneath her lips. She loved the way Robbie was acting, so helpless and excited, trying to treat her nicer than usual so she'd do things for him. The way to control a man was through his prick, that was for sure, Susie decided. She was learning fast.

When Robbie started gasping and panting, Susie rolled her eyes up toward his face. His eyes were closed and his whole body was trembling. Then his prick seemed to shrink a bit in her grip, then fill out again. She braced herself for the sticky stuff spewing from his balls.

Almost before she knew what was happening, a hot burst of jism struck the roof of her mouth. She gripped his cock more tightly and moaned.

"Mmmmmmfff!" she closed her lips over the end of his bucking cock and held her breath as the next squirt hit her moving tongue. She kept jerking on his prick as it pumped one thick cum-glob after another into her hot, sucking mouth.

Robbie had opened his eyes, reliving the first intense thrill of coming in a girl's mouth. The sight of Susie's pretty face hanging onto the end of his prick while her cheeks bulged with his warm jizz nearly blew his young mind.

"Oh, wow, Susie! That was great!" he groaned as the girl pulled back with a soft slurp and studied his wilting cock. A trickle of bubbly cum ran over her lower lip, but she licked it back inside and swallowed.

"Wow," Susie breathed reverently, poking at his wet piss-slit with a curious finger. She dug out a sticky little drop of cum. "I forgot how much you come! No wonder boys have to jerk off. You got so much of that stuff, if it keeps building up, your balls'll burst!"

"It sure feels that way," Robbie sighed. "Let me do you now, huh?"

Susie eagerly lifted her dress. She wasn't wearing panties. Robbie stared at the little girl's plump pussy. Only a few stray hairs nestled around it, and it was already shiny with her hot cunt juice.

"It's beautiful," Robbie said as he tucked his limp prick into his pants. He got on his knees as she stood straddle-legged and looked down at him. "You know," he said, "some of the guys talk about, uh, doing the same thing for girls, you know, kissing it..."

Susie's eyes widened. She'd never even thought of that! "It... it's dirty," she whispered, suddenly nervous and flustered at the thought of someone putting their lips on her, kissing her wet, super-sensitive pussy.

"Not from this angle, it isn't," Robbie said. "It even smells nice, just like Mom's."

"You smelled your mother's!" there was a tone of accusation in Susie's shocked statement.

Now Robbie was nervous. He hadn't meant for that remark to slip out. "It was in bed, before we got up. She thought I was asleep and started playing with herself under the sheet. I could smell it, that's all."

"You're kidding," Susie breathed, trying to imagine Mrs. Morris with her legs spread and her fingers poking into her slippery cunt.

"No, I'm not," Robbie said, still on his knees. "Honest!"

He was about to lean forward and plant a kiss on the girl's soft belly when a loud voice startled them both.

"Robbie! Robbieee!"

Chapter 6

Robbie jumped guiltily as his mother's voice reached them. He was still on his knees, his tongue hanging out, ready to lave his girl friend's pouting pussylips, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

"Robbie!"

"Oh, shit!" Robbie muttered. He looked longing at Susie's cunt as she dropped her skirt. And just when was about to get his first taste of pussy! He'd been looking forward to tonguing her until she came. Crap!

"Maybe we can do it later," he suggested as he slapped his cock through his pants to make it go down.

Susie hesitated, wanting to see him, but not sure she wanted to agree to what he wanted. She nodded as the anticipation of a fuck overrode caution. Robbie smiled and jogged back to his house.

"Yeah, Mom?" he panted as Pam stepped outside to meet him.

"Robbie, Mrs. Martucci wants to see you at the school in fifteen minutes. Go clean up. I'll drive you there."

"What's she want to see me for?" he asked, wondering what he'd done wrong.

"She'll tell you when you get there," Pam said. "Now march inside. Doubletime!"

Fifteen minutes later, Robbie hopped out of the car and waved goodbye to his mother. He wasn't looking forward to seeing Mrs. Martucci for what he fully expected to be a lecture on one of his many deficiencies.

She was sitting behind her open-fronted desk when the boy walked in.

"Hello, Robbie," Jane said, looking up and smiling. "Just have a seat while I finish these papers."

"Sure," he said, and took a seat in the front row. He suddenly realized that his teacher wasn't bad-looking. In fact, she was really attractive, especially her fat tits. Now that he'd had some sexual experience, Robbie found himself looking at every female as a potential fucking partner.

He imagined her in bed next to him like his mother, and he felt his cock grow stiff. His eyes automatically dropped to her bare legs, and he noticed that her knees were parted and that her skirt had ridden up around her thighs. Slouching lower in his seat, he tried to see the leg bands of her panties. But he couldn't slide much lower without arousing suspicion.

Casually, he picked up a pencil. "Guess this needs sharpening," he said, and stood up. On his first step he dropped it and watched it roll under her desk, just the way he'd flipped it. He went on his hands and knees to pick it up, crawling half under the desk.

He almost choked. Jeez! Mrs. Martucci's dress was really hiked up, and between her wide-spread thighs, he could see the flattened cheeks of her big, soft ass and the puffy, naked pink lips of her hairy pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties!

Robbie slowly backed out, his eyes fastened on the thick, bushy hair bristling from the sides of her damp looking cunt. It was slightly open and irritated. He stood up, the pencil completely forgotten. His face was hot, and his throat was dry, but somehow it didn't matter. He'd seen a grown woman's cunt! A mature, hairy gash that made Susie's babyish pussy, attractive as it was, almost nothing in comparison.

"Robbie, what were you doing?" Mrs. Martucci's low, gentle voice brought him back to reality. She was staring at him with such a strange expression. And then he realized he was standing there with a hard-on!

"P-picking up a p-pencil," he stammered, his face growing even warmer. Maybe she'd overlook the lump in his pants.

But Jane felt her face heating up, also. She'd forgotten she was bare-assed until the boy's glazed eyes and growing hard-on made it all too clear just what he'd seen.

"I've been teaching too long not to know the dropped pencil trick, Robbie," Jane said. "That was very naughty of you. But I'm not mad. It's perfectly normal to be curious. But usually it's girls your own age that you boys peek at. I'm flattered that you think an old woman like me is worth all that trouble."

"B-but you're p-pretty," Robbie protested, folding his hands in front of his pants and reminding Jane of Davy.

The widow smiled. She hadn't planned on making the boy's lesson a show-and-tell time, but since he'd already seen her cunt, there wasn't much point in false modesty. Besides, she remembered how thrilling it had been exposing herself to Davy. And, she had to admit, her finger-fucking earlier hadn't taken the edge off her lust.

"Come closer, Robbie," she said, swiveling in her chair until she faced him. Zombie-like, he stepped between her parted thighs and felt the heat of her body through his jeans.

He trembled as she slowly ran her palm over his crotch, then looked unbelievingly at her as she touched the bulge with a finger. Right on the tip. Right on his knob!

The boy was stunned. What would she do next? He had none of the courage around Mrs. Martucci that he'd shown to Susie. In fact, he was so shocked and nervous his cock was wilting.

"Is this the first time you've seen a pussy, Robbie?" Jane asked in a low, sexy voice.

Mrs. Martucci's use of that forbidden word nearly made Robbie fart, conjuring as it did all those wonderful images again. He began to think about what might happen if he kept his cool and didn't act too much like a kid.

"Yeah," he lied, not looking at her face. He kept his eyes glued on her fingers, which were only inches away from his zipper.

"Well, I do teach sex education around here, but I never planned on you seeing my bare cunt. I could get in a lot of trouble if you told anyone."

"Oh, I won't say anything!" Robbie promised emphatically. "Honest! I... I like you too much!"

"And I like you, too, Robbie," Mrs. Martucci said softly. "And since you did see my pussy, did you like it?"

"Uhh, well..."

"Come on, be honest, I won't mind."

"It... it was beautiful!"

"I'm glad you think so. You know, if you want you can look at it again."

"I can?" Robbie's eyes went wide and his whole face brightened. He could hardly believe his ears. A woman, a real woman was actually offering him a view of her bare cunt!

"Sure," Jane nodded, feeling her clit tingle. "Besides, I'm curious, too. About that fat cock in your jeans. Would you like to show it to me?"

"Y-you mean it? Wow! Yeah!"

"Hurry, Robbie," Jane said, unbuttoning the top of her blouse.

Robbie had never in his life unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants as quickly as now. He skinned them down, taking his shorts with them, and his cock sprang out. It waved in front of Mrs. Martucci's excited face, long and fat and a pinkish-white, except for the dark, swollen head which was dripping pre-cum.

"Ohh, Robbie!" she exclaimed. "It's beautiful!"

She cupped his bare butt and looked up at him. "Would you like me to kiss it and put it in my mouth?" she asked.

Robbie nodded dumbly as he watched his beautiful teacher lick her full, dark lips and move them near his trembling cock. Even though he'd already had a blow job, he knew he was in for something special from Mrs. Martucci.

"Just think," Jane teased, making him wait. "In a few seconds I'm going to run my lips and tongue all over your cock, and then I'm going to suck it until you shoot all your cum right down my throat!"

Robbie could hardly believe his ears. He'd never heard any woman talk so dirty, and that, combined with having his hard cock inches from her red face, made his balls tighten and ache.

His cock jumped, and he grunted as he felt himself about to come. But Mrs. Martucci was too experienced to let that happen. She pinched the base of his cock tightly until it was safe, then aimed it at her parted lips and sucked it in.

"Ahhhh," Robbie sighed, watching her swallow his prick all the way to his balls, which she began rolling and massaging. Her head began lifting and dropping.

Robbie's legs trembled. Susie hadn't sucked it all in like Mrs. Martucci. All the little girl had done was nurse on the end of his prick. His teacher knew what felt the best, all right. He watched as the soft, warm circle of her puckered lips slithered wetly up and down the trembling length of his bucking cock. He knew he couldn't last much longer. His eyes wandered to the half-opened blouse.

He was about to reach into her exposed bra when his orgasm suddenly arrived. "Huhhh, uhhh, aghhh!" Robbie groaned as his sucking teacher ovaled her full lips wide and pulled his cock almost all the way out. She rested his knob on her lower lip as her fist pumped steadily. Then he was shooting globs of thick, sticky jism right into her mouth, coating her tongue.

"Hummmmm!" Jane groaned happily, swallowing each successive spurt with loud gulps.

The obscene sight excited Robbie so much that he shook. By the time he was finished, his teacher's tongue and front teeth were dripping with his jism.

"Ohhhh, jeez," he sighed as she squeezed his cock hard and stuck its tip between her soft lips to suck out the last few drops. He heard her swallow again, then saw her lick her lips and lean back. His limber prick popped free.

"Ohh, Robbie, that tasted so good! I love sucking your cock and I love your cum. It's so sweet!"

Robbie was still shaken by what had happened. He was about to put his cock away, thinking they were finished, when she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse.

"Wouldn't you like to play with my big tits a bit?" Jane asked, pulling her bra down so that her two wide, round jugs flopped heavily over the cups and dangled before him. Her nipples were large and brown.

"Wow!" Robbie exclaimed. Somehow, he got control of his trembling hands and lifted them to her heavy, hanging tits. Their heat and softness was the most wonderful experience of his young life--after cock-sucking--and he dug his fingers into the white, spongy flesh with relish.

"Kiss them, suck them," Mrs. Martucci groaned, closing her eyes and sagging in the chair. She loved the feel of Robbie's eager fingers digging into her huge tits. Just like Davy!

She watched the boy clumsily drop his face over one big tit and stuff the nipple into his mouth. He bit too hard in his hurry and Jane yelped, then reached down for his cock. She played with the limp organ until she felt it grow larger.

"Oh, yes," she breathed. "Get it nice and hard, Robbie. I want you to fuck me!"

And then she pulled her dress up to her hips and spread her thighs as wide as possible, showing him her glistening pink cunt surrounded by wet, matted curls. Half of her soft ass hung over the edge of the seat.

Robbie choked as he saw that wet, hairy cunt trembling with her need. Her plump, slick-looking pussylips were widening, drawing apart to show him the way to her hot, creaming cunthole. He briefly wondered if Susie's pussy would ever look like this, and then wondered if his mother's already did. But she'd have bright red hair... He stopped daydreaming. This was real, it was right in front of him, and he could have it if he wanted it.

And he did want it. More than anything else in the world he wanted to fuck Mrs. Martucci. His cock was harder than ever. Just as he was about to throw himself right on her, she groaned, turned over and knelt on the chair, boldly thrusting out her heart-shaped fleshy ass. At the bottom of her big white ass-cheeks, her cunt gaped like a wet, toothless mouth, completely open and ready.

All Robbie had to do was take a step forward, drag his cock down the crack of her ass until it hit the sopping hole, and then hunch his hips. "Ahhhhhh," he groaned as Mrs. Martucci's hot, clinging cunt sucked him right in. He slammed into that narrow tube with all the energy of a cunt-crazed youth, slapping his belly against the widow's quivery ass until the chair skidded along ahead of him.

Jane's big white tits dangled over the back of the chair, their undersides bouncing against it as the boy pounded into her. The stinging sensation on her tender, flapping tits was driving her wild.

"Ohhh, yes!" she screamed. "Oh, it's good! Keep fucking me, fuck me harder, drive it in! Ahhhh!"

Robbie rammed his cock in and out so hard and fast that Mrs. Martucci groaned and grunted. The teacher felt as if a stallion had mounted her, the way the boy was slamming that eight-inch cock of his into her tight pink cunt.

Robbie wanted to take his time, to savor every inch of his teacher's hot, narrow pussy. But once inside her tight hole, he couldn't control himself. The hot lining of her pussy milked his fat shaft, and something far up at the end of her tube nibbled on his burning knob.

Jane whimpered and wiggled her ass. It stung from his slapping belly, but still she hunched it to meet his thrusts. Her cunt gurgled with the steady stirring of her pussy juices as his cock zipped in and out. She reached under to rub her clit.

Robbie grabbed the front of her upper thighs as she knelt, using them as handles to fuck her with greater force. He could feel his balls burning with the need to come, and knew she was about ready, too. Her gasped out praises were incoherent and her cunt was rippling strongly around his embedded cock.

He drove in until his groin nestled tightly between the spread cheeks of her ass and her cunt juice oozed out around the base of his prick. He held himself there, grinding his cock in his teacher's boiling cunt. He felt her tunnel collapse on him, pulling the cum from his aching balls with its rhythmic milking, and then they were both grunting and groaning and gasping.

He held on as her meaty ass shook frenziedly with her tremendous orgasm. Then he slumped forward onto her sweaty back and felt his cock slide from her slack cunt lips.

Jane knelt that way for a few minutes, gasping for breath as she felt his hot cum drooling from her bruised pussy. Then she turned around and sat down, ignoring the slimy feel of the still-warm jism under her ass. Robbie was standing on shaky legs in front of her, his cock dangling over his plump balls. It was coated with a mixture of their juices and looked delicious. Jane ran her tongue over her full lips.

"Come here, Robbie," she said softly, holding her arms out to the boy. He threw himself against her body, thrilling to the softness of her huge tits spreading beneath his sweaty chest. They hugged and squirmed against each other for a long time, then Jane pushed him away. "Can you get it hard again?"

"Oh, yeah!" he said eagerly, grabbing her hand and placing it on his cock.

Jane stroked and squeezed his soft, muscular prick, then stuck out her tongue and licked it all over, watching it grow fatter. It still wasn't hard, but it was getting there.

"I want you on top of me, this time," she said, lying down on the hard floor and pulling her knees up to her rolling tits.

Robbie gaped at her drooling cunt and the pink ring of her up-turned, pouting ass-hole. Suddenly his cock was in full erection. He knelt in front of her ass and steadied his prick, swabbing her puffy, sensitive folds with the swollen head.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, reaching down and hooking her fingers in her red cunthole. Robbie's tongue hung out as she spread her muscular cunt even wider. "Don't make me wait!" she begged.

Chapter 7

Pam answered her door to find Davy standing there. She'd seen the boy only a few times, but knew he and Robbie were friends.

"Hi," Davy said. "Robbie here?"

"No, I'm afraid he's at school right now, with Mrs. Martucci. But he should be home shortly."

"Oh." The boy seemed disappointed. "Uh, will you tell him to call me tonight, after supper?"

"Sure, Davy," Pam said.

"Okay. Thanks. Bye."

Susie was just coming out of her house when she saw Davy jogging across the field toward Mrs. Martucci's yard. She wondered why he was going over that way every day, but forgot about the boy when she saw Mrs. Morris' round ass swaying back into her house. She remembered what Robbie had said about his mother masturbating, and felt her cunt get itchy again.

She headed around the back of Robbie's house, looking for him, when she heard a low, throaty moan. It was unmistakably Mrs. Morris' voice, and Susie stopped in her tracks, unsure of what she should do...

The continual stream of low groans and sighs were really exciting, and she had a perverse desire to see her hairy pussy and large tits. She crept around the house until she came to the bedroom window. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized it was open enough to let her see inside. Mrs. Morris was really jerking off!

Susie felt her pussy tingle, but that was nothing new. It was always hot and juicy these days. But she'd never in her wildest dreams thought she'd see Robbie's mother play with herself. But there she was, spread-eagled on her bed, her dress hiked up past her plump thighs and her undies tugged so tight in front that they disappeared between the hairy, flesh lips of her cunt.

Pam was hunching as she pulled the narrow crotch band of her panties back and forth through her sopping pink slit. Her pudgy pussylips were exposed, tautly swollen on either side of the silky material sliding through the drenched valley and over her clit.

"Ahhhhh," Susie heard her sigh. She watched the woman squirm slowly and sensuously. She saw Pam's enormous tits wobbling heavily beneath her loose house dress, and she wondered if she'd get to see them. For the first time, she began to look at another woman as a sexual partner, someone not only able to receive love, but to give it.

Susie knew that it was supposed to be wrong for two women to use each other physically, and that it was especially wrong between and adult and a kid, but she didn't care. Pam was so sexy!

Robbie's prick had nearly blown the little girl's mind. What would a lesbian embrace do to her? Susie stared at the exposed pussylips outside the tightly drawn-up panties. The woman's cunt hair looked so soft, so fine, and it was a bright red, making the lips look even pinker and juicier, if that was possible.

The expression on Pam's face was so new to Susie that the girl could almost believe she was peeping at a stranger. A shudder of passion rippled over the ripe body on the bed, and Susie knew Robbie's mother was about to come. Her ass was lifting and weaving spasmodically as she tugged the juice-soaked panties with a desperation born of uncontrolled lust.

Susie felt her pussy throb and knew she had to come, too! She just had to! The woman's mouth opened in a soundless scream as the girl watched. Her face went tight and almost as bright red as the hair around her clenching, puckering cunt. Her body shook. And then she gulped in air and wailed. It was a long, drawn-out, nearly agonized cry of passion. Pam writhed on the bouncing bed for a full five minutes before quieting down.

Susie slowly backed away, her own body trembling. She'd never seen anything so exciting as Mrs. Morris' wide-spread, drooling cunt. Her own pussy was throbbing so much she was tempted to run in and jump on top of the woman.

She ran to the front door and knocked. There was a short delay before Mrs. Morris answered, and Susie saw her face was flushed. Her mouth felt dry, knowing what was under the woman's loose house dress.

"Hello, Susie. Looking for Robbie?"

"Uh, no, I was just walking around and, uh, I thought I'd visit you."

"No friends to play with?" Pam asked, looking strangely at the girl.

Susie shook her head, and Pam stepped aside as the girl took a few steps forward. She gasped as Susie turned sideways and brushed her body, almost deliberately, it seemed. Pam gave her a somewhat frightened look.

"W-why did you do that?" she asked, trying to remain calm.

Susie's face was bright red, but the girl decided to tell the truth and see what happened. "Because I wanted to see what you felt like."

"But... I'm a woman. I mean, we're both girls, Susie. Don't you know it's... wrong to touch another girl like that? What would your mother say?"

Susie noticed how nervous Pam seemed and knew she wouldn't tell her mother. But maybe she was just too embarrassed to talk about it.

"It's just that you always have such nice stockings and slips and things," Susie lied. "I wish I could wear nice things like you. But they wouldn't look nice on me," she sighed wistfully, trying for sympathy.

"Oh, but you have a wonderful figure, Susie," Pam quickly said, her admiration evident.

Susie began to wonder if Mrs. Morris liked looking at girls, too. "You really think so?" she asked. "I'm so skinny compared to you."

"What you have is very nice," Pam said softly, her memory dredging up details of her one and only lesbian encounter. She had been about Susie's age, the girl slightly older. She sat down on the sofa. Susie saw with a little thrill that the house dress had slid up past her knees, which were slightly parted. The bare flesh of Mrs. Morris' upper thighs gleamed sensuously.

Susie suddenly realized that she was staring at Pam's exposed thighs and felt her face grow even warmer. She looked up to find Robbie's mother with a distinctly uncomfortable expression on her pink face. The girl knew her tits were the envy of every girl in school, and her round, jiggly ass was a constant source of delight to Mr. Perkins, who always asked her to wipe the blackboard.

In short, Susie was a tempting piece, and knew it. She felt her body tremble and tingle with fear at the desperate chance she was about to take, but her throbbing cunt was doing its own thinking. If she was wrong about how horny Mrs. Morris still was, she'd get the beating of her life from her mother. She stepped forward and dropped to her knees.

Pam was taken completely by surprise when Susie pushed her dress up high and slapped her palm over the luxuriant growth of bright red hair and soft, moist flesh at the fork of her legs.

"Ohh! Susie! My God!" Pam screamed, jumping up. Her skirt dropped over the little girl's head, hiding her from view.

Even before she could move, Susie clasped her big bare ass-cheeks in a tight grip and rubbed her cheek against the soft, thick bush at the base of Pam's belly. The same warm, musky odor that was so like her own surrounded her, and she remembered what Robbie had been about to do before he'd been interrupted.

For several seconds Pam just stood there, shocked and quivering. But when she felt the child's face nestled in her big pussy and her small fingers digging into her hot ass crack, drawing the cheeks apart, she surrendered to her lust.

"Ohhh, Susie," she sighed, cupping the girl's head through her dress. "I haven't done anything like this for so long, but I need you so much!"

Susie was so nervous and excited she could hardly find breath enough to speak. Her heart wouldn't stop hammering. She pulled her head from under Pam's skirt without relinquishing her hold on her fleshy ass.

"I-I've never done it, before," she stammered, "but when I saw you on the bed, ohhh, you were just so beautiful!"

"You saw me?" Pam gasped, deeply embarrassed. She'd never felt so ashamed in her entire life.

"Yes!" Susie eagerly described her feelings. "When you played with your pussy, I wanted to do the same thing! And then, when you got so excited and came, it was beautiful!"

"Oh, my God!" Pam wailed. "Oh, Susie, you must never, never say those things again. Someone might hear you!"

Susie was stroking the woman's satiny butt and occasionally pulled the cheeks apart. Pam jerked when a little finger touched her ass-hole, but remembered what the doctor had said and decided to go along with the sensation. The slender digit tenderly pressed and slipped fractionally inside, then withdrew.

"Ohhh," Pam moaned, trembling with guilt, shame and desire.

Susie also trembled as she felt one of her tits being cupped and lifted. Then her sweater was pulled over her head and her bra unfastened. Her plump, pale tits with their huge, dark nipples jiggled enticingly.

"Beautiful," Pam murmured, examining the thrusting tit, poking and prodding the firm, spongy flesh. Susie groaned as her bumpy aureole was stroked, causing her nipple to stiffen even more.

Suddenly, the burning, throbbing itch in the little girl's pussy grew worse. She knew she was all hot and wet there. She lifted her dress, exposing her soaked panties.

Pam unfastened the girl's clothes and stripped her naked. Then she tore off her own house dress and bra. Susie had already discovered that the woman's panties were still in the bedroom.

"Oh, wow!" the girl exclaimed happily. Pam's hairy cunt was completely visible, the juicy pink folds pouting from the center of large, hair-covered outer lips. At the top of the fleshy flaps, her clit slowly appeared, pushing free of the wrinkled folds protecting it and finally jutting boldly like a miniature oiled cock.

"I want to touch it again," Susie whispered, looking into Pam's lust-contorted face.

"Oh, God!" Pam wailed. "I'm not a lesbian, Susie, but I need you!" She sank back onto the couch and spread her arms and legs wide, never once taking her eyes from the little girl's plump, nearly hairless pussy.

Susie thought she knew what a lesbian was. They did nasty and forbidden acts--they were girls who didn't like guys. But that wasn't how she felt. She still wanted Robbie as a boyfriend, still wanted him to fuck her. But right now, with her cunt so terribly sore and wet, and with this exciting woman's big, naked body in front of her, she wanted to play and be played with.

"W-what do you want me to do?" she asked Pam, not sure where to start. The odor of hot, steamy cunt filled the air, and she could smell it and was excited by it.

"Come here, honey," Pam finally said, holding open her arms. She was trembling and sweating at the sight of the little girl's nubile body. Her cunt was overflowing with pussy juice.

Susie climbed on top of Robbie's mother, feeling her plump tits pressing into the older woman's softer, larger jugs. She could feel the hardening of all four nipples and lowered her face to press her lips into the deep, tight, scented cleavage.

They lay like that, with Pam stroking Susie's shoulders and back. The warmth of Susie's breath between her tits was distracting and exciting. It had been so long since she'd held another girl next to her, hugging and being hugged, giving and receiving comfort, that she no longer cared that it was wrong, that Susie was so young.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, and felt the little girl press even closer. Soon, Pam rolled them over.

Susie lay on her back, looking up at Robbie's mother kneeling over her on the sofa. Pam placed her hands on each side of the little girl's head and felt her heavy tits hang and swing. Her swollen nipples ached and she sighed and shifted her shoulders and dragged them across Susie's parted lips.

Her fat, dripping pussy was also swollen, the trembling pink lips puffy and sore. She took Susie's hand and placed it between her legs as she aimed one hard nipple at the girl's waiting mouth.

"Awwww, God!" she groaned as Susie's little, inexperienced fingers reached inside her sopping cunt lips, spreading them, and investigating the slippery slot. Then her little hand was rubbing lower, reaching under to her generously curved ass-cheeks and gently squeezing them with her wet fingers.

"Oh, Mrs. Morris, you feel so nice," Susie sighed as she slowly drew her fingers through the woman's tight, hot crease, briefly touching the muscular knot of her damp ass-hole and thrilling at the forbidden nastiness of her actions.

"Uhhh," Pam groaned, and lifted up so her heavy tits swung above Susie's face.

Susie blushed as the woman moved lower and stared hungrily at her bare, light-haired cunt. It was so wet and sticky she was embarrassed, but also tremendously excited. "Play with it," she pleaded. "I want to come!"

Pam licked her lips. Susie looked so soft and sweet and kissable. She had the tiniest pink slit imaginable, with just a sprinkling of curls, and the entire area was covered with cunt juice. Gently, the older woman placed her trembling fingers on each side of her small, plump pussy slit.

"Ohh, yesss," Susie whimpered, squirming. "Rub it, please!"

Pam slowly pried apart the little girl's juicy pussy, exposing the little hole at the bottom, it was a brighter pink and sparkled wetly. Susie splayed her legs wider, and her puckered, hairless little ass-hole came into view.

"Huhhh..." Susie gasped with shocked delight as her more experienced partner stroked her butt hole, then slipped over the creaming mouth of her pussy and settled on her small, marble-like clit.

"Oh, Susie," Pam panted. "I'm going to show you what all the boys love doing, and I love it too. Someday, you'll find some boy who'll love you enough to do it, but you'll always remember this first time."

She lowered her head until she was inches away from her tiny cunt. Its heat hit her face like a small oven. "Oh, Susie, your pussy's so pretty, so pink and juicy. I've just got to kiss it."

Susie, gasped and shuddered, her plump tits rolling all over her chest. Jeez, Robbie and his mother had an awful lot in common. Kiss that wet hole between her legs?

"Aiiieeeooow!" she screamed as Pam quickly ran her tongue through her creaming slit. She started at the bottom, accidentally scooping out a tongueful of bubbly cunt cream before sliding through the center of the warm, tasty, soft cunt flesh. She ended the long lick on Susie's super-sensitive, oily clit.

"Uhh, uhh!" Susie grunted, and felt her cunt spasm. Her hips jerked uncontrollably, and her clit twitched in anticipation of additional caresses.

"More!" she cried. "Do it again!" Her pussy had never felt anything so wonderful.

Sliding her hands under Susie's soft butt, Pam used her strong tongue to spread the little girl's trembling pussylips. Then she petted each one separately with her wet tongue. The pouting little pussy smelled and tasted great, and she flicked her long tongue deep into the pink slot. She licked and sucked every part from the wet, puffy folds to the gristly clit as the girl squirmed and moaned.

"Ughhh!" Susie grunted as Pam's lashing tongue concentrated on her hard clit. Her plump tits jiggled furiously as she writhed and strained to force her thighs even wider. The thin cords of her inner thighs stood out as Pam began nibbling on her pouty folds.

"Ahhh!" Susie bumped her soft butt as her cunt-crazed boyfriend's mother ate her pussy. She gasped for breath as she felt Mrs. Morris' long, hot tongue wriggle deeply between her throbbing pink cunt lips.

Pam lapped at the tightness of her pussy-hole, drawing out her fresh oozings and swallowing them. Then she slid down her ass crack and flicked across her ass-hole.

"Huhhhh, huhhhh!" Susie panted, her little body trembling. She was almost there...

"Awww! Mrs. Morris! I'm coming! Ahhhhhh!"

Chapter 8

Just as Susie reached her peak, Pam released one wobbling ass-cheek and quickly ran a finger back to the girl's wet butt hole. The skin felt soft and tender as the ball of her finger nudged it, and it was throbbing in time to the girl's spasms.

Feeling quite lewd, but unable to help herself, Pam slowly forced her finger into the tight, rubbery ring of muscle until it would go no further.

"Uhh, uhh," Susie grunted, her sphincter gripping and releasing the woman's twisting, probing finger. Her arms and legs waved aimlessly in the air and she gasped for breath as the torment of her ass-hole was communicated to her pussy.

Susie's soft butt shook under Pam's buried face, and she rubbed her nose on the girl's twitching clit as she sucked hard on the hot, pulpy lips surrounding her pussy-hole.

With her finger still in Susie's ass-hole, Pam raised up, her mouth, cheeks and chin dripping with the girl's cunt juice. She licked her lips and sighed, then used her free hand to stroke the plump, soft folds of Susie's still winking cunt.

"Ohh, Susie, please make me come, too!" she pleaded. "You know what it feels like, now. Please, my cunt's so hot I can't stand it!"

And she stretched out on her back on the floor alongside the sofa, her large cunt gaping through the mass of flaming, soaking pussy hair. Her huge tits sagged slightly toward her arms, their nipples fiercely swollen and extended. She raised and parted her knees, showing Susie her pouting, hanging pussylips.

Still weak from her mind-blowing climax, Susie weakly slipped off the sofa and crawled between the older woman's plump thighs. She stared at the plump, flattened ass-cheeks and, above them, the dark red hole surrounded by trembling, meaty-looking pink folds. Pam's big clit stared back at her.

"Don't you want to?" Pam sobbed, reaching down and parting her gleaming cunt-hole.

Susie saw the twitching clit and the stretched, gaping dark hole. She could even see her pink, mysterious ass-hole, and suddenly she was wondering if somehow she could sneak a peek at her mother's body someday soon. But her mother, unfortunately, wasn't as well-endowed as Pam. As the girl thought about the different women who might be worth checking out, she remembered Mrs. Martucci's huge tits. Now Davy's beating a path to that house made sense!

"Please," Pam groaned, squirming her hips with lust. Even though she was ashamed of her actions, she couldn't help but anticipate Susie's lips and tongue working on her creaming pussy.

"I'm going to," Susie whispered, inching slowly forward, her face lowered. "I want to, really I do. But I'm scared."

"Maybe I can make it easier for you," Pam said kindly. "My husband used to call it his box lunch, and we'd both laugh. Making love is supposed to be fun, not deadly serious, you know."

She reached down and grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs back until her feet were alongside her ears. Now her sloppy wet cunt was fully exposed, the plump, juicy lips framing her puckering, clenching hole dripping with juice.

Susie hesitantly extended her tongue. She was still a bit timid about sticking her mouth into that grossly exposed gorge of raw, red flesh, but, after all, Mrs. Morris had done it. And it had been the most glorious feeling ever!

Courageously, Susie closed her eyes and with one quick movement plunged her pretty face into the older woman's hot, dripping pussy. Her extended tongue made contact with the soft, wriggly folds first, then slid through the tasty, watery trough of her cunt until it sank into the hole.

"Ohh!" Pam squealed loudly and joyously. It had been so long since anything but her own fingers had touched her pussy that she could hardly believe it was happening.

Susie's palms were flat against the backs of

Mrs. Morris' plump upper thighs as her lips closed over her juicy pussylips. Her tongue slapped up and down with amateruish eagerness now that she discovered how much fun cunt-sucking was. Pam's hot, musky cunt was constantly filling and overflowing with a slippery pussy juice, and the little girl's busy tongue couldn't help but gather a lot of it up and transfer it to her mouth.

The distraught, lust-filled mother heard the liquid slurping sounds, and then heard Susie gulping loudly. She knew the girl was swallowing her copious cunt juice. She wanted to say something, to express her gratitude and enormous pleasure, but her fast-approaching orgasm didn't leave her enough breath.

Susie had to squirm her body and twist her head in order to stay in place. Pam's hips were hunching and writhing, and she was constantly moaning and grunting as wave after wave of blissful torment flowed through her tongue-lashed pussy.

Susie worked her way up to the woman's straining, twitching clit. Her tongue circled it, laved it, then she formed her lips around it and sucked gently.

"Yuhhh!" Pam's hips lurched, then her legs dropped down over Susie's back. She squeezed the girl's face between her warm thighs. Susie nibbled on her taut clit, deliberately sucking it harder and harder. She lashed the very end with the tip of her tongue and Pam arched her back until only her head, shoulders and arms touched the floor. A large puddle of cunt juice was visible under the hanging, trembling globes of her fleshy ass.

"Uhhh! Aghhhhhhh, wawwwww!"

When Mrs. Morris' ass rose, Susie's clit-sucking came to an end. The long, erect bundle of nerves pulled from her clasping lips with a noisy smack, and Susie found her nose in the woman's cunthole and her lips nuzzling near her ass-hole.

Without thinking, the little girl's tongue shot out to lave the soft, crinkly opening of Pam's butt. Pam, still in the throes of an unbelievable orgasm, was nevertheless able to feel and appreciate the lewd, forbidden lingual caress.

"Oh, Susie," she moaned breathlessly. She reached down to pull her ass-cheeks apart. Not even her husband had done this to her, and she'd never had the nerve to let him know that she'd wanted to try it. Her eyes closed and her orgasm extended. The spreading ball of heat in her clit and cunt now took in the winking, throbbing ring of her ass-hole. Finally, she screamed.

Susie came up for air and breathlessly watched the woman's body shudder violently. Jeez, Mrs. Morris' fat tits were shaking like two white, water-filled balloons caught in the middle of a hurricane! Their large, dark nipples were hardly more than a red blur.

Eventually, the drained mother relaxed and came to her senses. How many times had she climaxed? She couldn't even remember. Her face felt hot, and she knew it was streaked with sweat, but she felt radiant.

"Oh, Susie! That was beautiful!" she exclaimed, turning onto her side and staring lovingly at the little girl who was now stretched out beside her. "Did you enjoy it, too?"

"Oh, yes! We've got to do this every day! I love your... your cunt! Really I do! And I could tell you loved mine." And she impulsively lifted her head and placed an affectionate kiss on Pam's cheek.

Pam's heart went out to the girl, and she hugged her and kissed her in return. Soon, without hesitation, Susie parted her lips and kissed the woman's ripe mouth, sucking in the full, pouting lower lip. Her little hands hefted Pam's voluptuous tits, gently squeezing them before burying her face in their creamy softness. Soon, the living room was filled with simultaneous muffled cries of ecstasy as woman and girl sixty-nined, each digging strong fingers into the other's soft ass-cheeks. It was a long time before Susie went home.

When Robbie left Mrs. Martucci, it was after suppertime, but he didn't care. His balls really felt empty, and he had plans for the rest of the week that would keep them empty. Around his house, there was Susie, and around the school, he'd be fucking Mrs. Martucci. Unfortunately, because of her son, Dale, Robbie couldn't mess around in his teacher's home. But they would manage to find some vacant room or closet in school suitable for a fuck or suck.

Robbie was surprised that his mother didn't ask about his session with Mrs. Martucci. But he wasn't about to complicate matters by bringing it up. He ate a late supper and watched some television with her, then waited for her to go to bed, as she usually did, before him.

Tonight was different, however, Pam said that she wanted to watch a news special, and for him to go on to bed. Robbie did as his mother suggested, but after he was in bed, he began thinking. If he stayed awake, he'd have a chance to peek at her as she walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. His mother always changed in the bathroom, and there was a chance she wouldn't close the door completely.

But Pam had other ideas. Her cunt was still hot. The few hours she'd spent with Susie had only whetted her appetite for a cock, her son's cock. She'd dreamed all day of it stretching the narrow hole of her pussy. Now that Jane had explained the facts of life, maybe a flash of tit and ass'll get him started, she mused. She had to try.

Robbie heard his mother's steps and closed his eyes. He was on his back and peeping beneath lowered lids in the dim light. He saw her silhouetted in the doorway, looking at him. She nodded, as if to herself, and he heard her whisper, "He's asleep. Guess I might as well change here."

The boy felt his nuts tighten with anticipation as she took off her dress and turned to one side. His eyes fastened on her heavy tits as they hung and stuck out in her bra. His prick tingled with a fresh flow of blood, and he wondered if his balls had already filled up. He'd given Mrs. Martucci three loads, after all.

Pam walked over to a dresser and unhooked the bra. Robbie watched his mother's gorgeous tits spill from the cups and wobble heavily before resting quietly on her chest. The nipples were big and dark, and his mouth watered for a taste of them.

When Pam bent and skinned her panties down, her huge tits hung and swung, but her son's eyes were on the deep, dark crack of her full, fleshy ass. His fingers curled, itching to grab those pale buns, and he tried to control his heavy breathing. He nearly went wild when she turned toward the bed and he finally saw the flaming red of her pussy hair.

She walked around for a few minutes, trembling inside as she picked up Robbie's clothes and checking out various nightgowns before settling on one that was very sheer and short. Robbie had never seen it before.

He nearly groaned aloud as she dropped the nightie and bent to pick it up. She was standing no more than three feet from the head of the bed, and when she bent, her ass split wide and her pussy bulged out from under it, dark and curly. Robbie recalled how good it smelled. He could hardly wait for her to crawl under the covers and fall asleep.

Pam put the nightgown on, but even though she tugged it, the hem only half-covered the cheeks of her ass. She knew the bottom of her bushy cunt was completely visible from her son's point of view.

When she approached the bed, Robbie thought she was going to get in, but instead she stood over him. He suddenly realized she was staring at the lump his hard-on was making. He'd been so entranced by the peeks she was giving him, he'd forgotten about his cock.

"My, my," he heard her whisper, "my little boy must be having a naughty dream. Poor Robbie, I'll bet that hard thing really hurts. It's too bad you're not some stranger, isn't it? With me here all alone and you with that stiff cock, we could really go to town, baby. But I guess that's just a silly wish."

She slipped under the sheets next to him, and he felt her bare hip against his side. Her nightie had gotten pulled up around her waist when she slid in, Robbie realized. He kept still and waited an eternity for his mother to fall asleep. There was still a little light from the moon and from the nightlight in the hall, so he knew when the time came, he'd be able to see.

Pam concentrated on breathing deeply and regularly while she waited for her son to make the first move. She was sure after the show she'd put on, he wouldn't be able to wait much longer.

Robbie suddenly sat up in bed and looked down at her. He shook her shoulder gently. Finding that she didn't move, he pulled the sheet away from her body. He stared at her big white tits. Through the sheer nightie he could see her big dark nipples, and his mouth was dry with fear and lust. He reached out.

It was all Pam could do to keep from grabbing her son when she felt his fingers lightly stroking the exposed swells of her heavy tits. Her nipples tightened into hard knots as her son grew bolder and stuck the side of his hand into her sweaty cleavage.

"Ohhh, jeez!" Robbie hissed through clenched teeth as he saw and felt his mother's huge tits shift and wobble heavily. He withdrew his trembling hand and slowly tugged one panel of her nightie aside. Her hard, throbbing nipple popped out.

Pam felt a shameful excitement building in her loins as her nipple puckered and stretched from a combination of fear and lust. It was terrible, but she couldn't help wondering if

Robbie really liked big tits. They were a hell of a lot larger than average, which had made her a popular stripper, but did her son think they were too heavy? Hank had often grumbled about the money it cost to have her bras custom-made, even though he wasn't the one paying for them.

"Ohhhh," Robbie cooed reverently. His mother's fat nipple was actually sticking up in front of him! It was shaped and textured something like a rather large, blood-red strawberry, and his mouth was no longer dry. In fact, he was drooling with incestuous hunger.

Pam remembered Robbie's beautiful, fat cock, and she wanted to grab it. But she controlled herself, realizing things would work out better if she let the boy set his own pace. She felt him touch the nipple with the ball of his finger and wondered what he was thinking. It was vitally important that he like her lush figure.

Beneath lowered lids, she studied the excitement in her son's face. No trace of criticism. She saw him fumbling with the hard-on in his pajamas, and then it was freed, leaping out stiff and red and dripping. It swayed from side to side.

Robbie pulled down the other side of her nightie, allowing her other tit to fall free. He lowered his hands to her bare tits, cupping them gently. She clenched her teeth in an effort to remain still.

Robbie stared at his hands as they squeezed his mother's heavy tits. He could hardly believe it. Their silken softness was breathtaking and, to his incestuous, lustful eyes they looked and felt bigger than melons. He gathered their undersides in his palms and make their huge tits roll heavily on her chest.

"Ohhh, jeez," he whispered excitedly as he watched her tits wobbling on her chest.

Pam was glad it was too dark for him to see her hot face, because she was too damn horny to feel motherly. Incest was terrible, or so everyone said. And she'd believed it all of her life up to this point. But now she began to question the conventions of a society which was itself riddled with moral and intellectual decay.

She felt her nipples harden against his palms and knew that Robbie could feel them, too. He sure was taking chances, she thought, as he began playing with her jiggly tits, lifting them and pressing them together, then gathering her nipples between all four fingers and his thumb.

Robbie tugged her rubbery nipples outward, his cock jerking as he watched her tit-flesh stretching around the aureoles. Her nipples were hot and hard, and he thought that he'd heard his mother sigh when he began rolling those beautiful red lumps.

Robbie thought his mother's tits were fantastic, but he was getting anxious for bigger thrills. She seemed to be sleeping soundly, so he slid his hand over the sheet covering her belly and legs. When he touched the gentle mound of her belly, he paused and looked at her face, then cupped her plump pussy.

Pam had kept her thighs spread, hoping for just such an idea to occur to her handsome boy. But she hadn't really believed he'd go through with it. But he was, he actually had his hand on her steaming cunt, even if there was a sheet between him and her thick, damp curls. Her son was feeling her cunt!

Chapter 9

Robbie wasn't satisfied with feeling his mother's cunt through the sheet. Carefully, he pulled the sheet down past his mother's thighs, completely exposing her hairy pussy. Her nightie was bunched up around her waist, and her bare tits still quivered sensuously on her chest. The boy pushed the sheet from his body and knelt beside his mother's hip, his cock thumping the air angrily.

He nervously licked his lips and put his hands on her red cunt curls. He combed through them, finding the slick, puffy halves of her pussylips easily. Her wetness surprised and pleased him, and he slipped his middle finger down the crack until it sank a little way into her hot cunthole.

Breathing heavily, he circled that finger a bit, feeling the head and slipperiness of his mother's cunt. His balls ached so much he worried about shooting off all over her stomach without even touching himself. Finally, he pushed his finger all the way up her pussy and dropped his face onto one mushy tit.

"Ahhhh," he sighed, sucking in her big nipple while he felt his finger squeezed by his mother's talented cunt.

Pam could hardly control herself. When he wiggled another finger alongside the first and his thumb accidentally hit her straining clit, she jerked her hips. Unable to keep from moaning, Pam decided it was time to wake up. She opened her eyes and cupped her son's cheeks with her hands.

Robbie gasped and pulled back in fright, letting his mother's wet nipple drop from his pursed lips. He fumbled with his stiff cock protruding from his pajamas. He tried to hide it, but then realized it was too late for that. It was too late for everything. He waited for her to lower the boom.

"Do you like Mommy's body, dear? Is that why you were playing with it?"

"I... I didn't mean anything!" Robbie cried. "Honest!"

"I hope you don't mean that," Pam said quietly, sitting up a little and causing her naked tits to sway heavily. "I don't want you ever to be afraid of me, Robbie. I understand how boys feel. You were just curious, weren't you?"

Robbie hung his head. "Yeah, I... I guess so..."

Pam saw her boy's hanging, limber cock. The scent of his cock and sweaty balls was making it difficult for her to keep from grabbing them.

"Don't feel bad, honey. Here, take a good look. Mommy will satisfy your curiosity," She lifted her tits. "Are they pretty enough for you, Robbie? You used to suck and bite them when you were a baby."

Robbie stared at the heavy tits pointing at him, and he felt his cock growing again. Then Pam twisted her upper body a bit and made those huge tits roll over her palms.

"Go ahead, honey, feel them all you want."

"You... you mean it?"

Pam placed a hand on the back of her boy's head and pulled his face down to one up-lifted tit. His lips sank into its warm softness. "There," she sighed, "isn't that nice?"

Within seconds, Robbie knew he'd been given the okay for his deepest wishes. He grabbed her shaking tits and smothered them with kisses, then ran one hand down her back to the upper swells of her round ass. Pam groaned and held him to her, then grabbed his large cock and held it steady while she admired it.

Robbie was almost out of his mind with lust. Even Mrs. Martucci hadn't made him feel this horny. His body trembled as he reached out and switched on the bedside lamp. Now his mother's beautiful, fat-titted, wide-hipped body was completely visible to his worshipful gaze.

But Pam was still holding his prick. Her other hand was rolling his heavy balls while she cooed over them. Robbie trembled and moaned, and she thought about sucking in his throbbing cock. But she didn't want to shock him by performing such a depraved act. After all, Pam believed that, except for Jane's lecture, he was completely innocent of the many things possible between a man and a woman.

"Ohhh, Mom!" Robbie sighed as she began milking his bloated prick. "D-don't do that, I'll come all over your fingers!"

"Don't you want to come, darling?" Pam asked, taking her hand away and watching his cock throb and jerk.

"Y-yeah, but not that way," he whispered, tugging her up until she placed her feet on the floor and stood before him. He looked at her swinging tits as he sat on the edge of the bed. They were right over his face. He reached up and kneaded them.

Pam shivered, then gasped as he quickly took his fingers away. He grabbed a double handful of her soft ass and rammed his face into her soaking cunt. As soon as he felt the wet, mushy heat of her pink cunt lips against his chin and lips, he stuck out his tongue and licked up.

"Awwwww!" Pam wailed.

Through more luck than skill, her son's hot tongue had hit her crease, and the tasty, slippery path led him right to her protruding clit.

"Ohhh!" Pam squealed, churning her hips violently and pulling away. She was gasping with the mingled pleasure-pain of having her little boy's stiff tongue lashing back and forth over the hard tip of her poor, aching clit.

But, as Robbie's tongue slithered down to take a taste of his mother's tight cunthole, Pam gathered enough strength to push him away. She stood there for a moment, trembling from the unbelievably strong sensations of having her pussy lapped by her son, then whispered, "Ohhhh, Robbie!"

Robbie wiped his wet cheeks and lips with the back of his hand. Then he licked his lips, picking up the residue. "I always knew you'd taste good!' he said, and Pam blushed and shivered again.

"I don't want to come without you, either," she whispered. "Would you like for us to do it at the same time?"

"Wow, yeah!" Robbie grabbed her, threw her on the bed and jumped on top of her, his knees on either side of her shoulders. He felt his cock being sucked into her mouth, and then she was drawing strongly on his dribbling knob.

Robbie shoved his face between her widespread thighs, sucked her cunt lips into his mouth and swished his tongue through them while nibbling lightly with his teeth. His mother groaned and cupped the cheeks of his ass and began pushing. Soon, Robbie got the idea. She wanted him to fuck her mouth!

"Mmmmmmhh!" Pam groaned as her son lifted his hips and then lowered them, sliding his pulsing cock deep into her throat. She grabbed his dangling balls and rolled them as his fat cock thrust steadily into the tight ring of her lips.

Robbie could feel his mother puckering her lips to make it feel even better for him, and he zipped his throbbing cock into her mouth faster and faster. The bed was shaking and groaning with his efforts, but he didn't care. He wouldn't have cared had there been an audience and judges with score cards. All he wanted to do was fuck his mother's lovely hot mouth until he came.

Pam's head was twisting a bit from side to side from the sensations brought on by Robbie's enthusiastic cunt-lapping. His thick prick kept her in one place, but she could tell that her slight movements and moaning were making him enjoy it even more. She could also tell that he was going to come soon. His plump balls were drawing up near the base of his shaft, and his movements were less rhythmic. She eagerly awaited the heavy load she knew he was going to feed her.

When she thought he was almost there, she parted the tight cheeks of his ass and dug a finger into his dry ass-hole, making him grunt and shake. He stopped sucking for a minute, but only a minute. When she had her finger curled all the way inside, he groaned, dropped his head again, and stabbed his tongue as far up her pussy-hole as it would go.

Pam gently massaged her boy's prostate and felt the twitch of his cock.

"Mom! Oh, Mom!" Robbie groaned as she twisted her finger in his ass. And then he was jabbing his cock down hard her throat as his balls spasmed and sent a burning torrent of jism down his tubes.

"Mmmmmphh! Blub! Ummmmm!" Pam moaned and choked as Robbie's gushing jism blocked her throat. She swallowed quickly and made room for the next spurt of cum. She pushed against his ass until he lifted up a bit, leaving just his squirting knob in her mouth.

"Aghhh, uhhhh, ughhh!" Robbie grunted, feeling his boiling cum gathering on her laving tongue. She was really greedy for his spunk, that was for sure, and he wondered how many mothers had sucked their son's cum. And how many secretly wanted to.

When he was finished, he rolled off and turned around. He was smiling tenderly. He saw a streak of his cum shining on her lower lip and chin, and the sight turned him on again.

"Jeez, Mom, I never felt anything like that," he sighed, rubbing his aching ass. "It made me feel like I was gonna shoot forever!"

"Mmmmm," Pam agreed, her eyes wet with tears of happiness. "I enjoyed it, too."

"But you didn't come, did you?" he asked.

"Just a little one," she said. "But it doesn't matter. We have the whole night ahead of us."

"Yeah," Robbie said, sliding his hand over her cunt again, then wiggling a finger past the dribbling hole to the crack of her ass. Pam gasped, then relaxed, remembering how she'd made up her mind to enjoy that part of her body.

When Pam sighed and went limp, Robbie knew it was all right to play with her ass-hole. He'd been wanting to play with an ass-hole ever since mentioning the subject to Susie. And his mother's sure felt great. Smooth and hot and damp and, when he pressed it, tight.

He thought about how that tightness would feel wrapped around his cock. "You like this?" he asked, circling her pink ring with the ball of his finger.

"Mmmmmm, yes," Pam sighed, and pushed her ass down toward his finger.

Robbie felt the tight muscle part and then squeeze the tip of his finger. He wiggled it, and managed to get a bit more inside. It felt awful hot and moist, and his cock began to fill out with lust as he imagined drilling into his mother's ass-hole.

"Get on your hands and knees, Mom," he said suddenly.

Pam looked at her son and felt a stab of apprehension. She knew what he wanted to do, but was afraid. Nothing had ever been in her ass but a fingertip, and here was her darling boy hoping to fit that monster of a cock into her tight butt hole!

"C'mon," Robbie urged, "bend over!"

Slowly, silently, Pam turned over and got on her hands and knees. Her white ass-cheeks wobbled temptingly in front of the boy, and he petted them as he got up behind her.

"Oh!" Pam cried, startled by her son's sudden grabbing of her soft butt-cheeks. He forced them apart, exposing the pink, hairless dimple of her shitter. She couldn't help tensing as she felt the heat of his knob press against the puckered flesh.

Robbie groaned when he saw his hard cock tapping against the opening of his mother's ass. He held her soft hips and shoved, feeling his knob slip partway into the ring. Pam whimpered and dug her fingers into the sheets as her son's cock forced her sphincter to spread. The stretching, burning sensation caused by the tight fit was almost more than she could bear. Then he sank his cock quickly all the way to his balls and she screamed.

"Aghhhhhh! Aghhhhhhh!"

Robbie pulled back until he felt his knob caught on the rim of her ass-hole and thrust again. She felt his hairs scrape the stretched, sensitive ring surrounding the base of his buried cock.

He pumped faster and faster, and Pam panted with pain. She could hear the slap of Robbie's belly against her ass, and the tight, sucking sounds of his thick, eight-inch cock as it dug into her butt hole. Then she realized she was trembling and hunching back to meet it.

His buggering was stirring her cunt, tugging her stiff clit. The longer he did it, the more she liked it! She felt her ass-muscles ripple and clench as he pulled back, tugging on her inner tissues. She felt her shithole pucker out, hugging his knob, and then sink as he thrust forward.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "Fuck my ass! I love it!"

"Me, too!" Robbie cried. "Jeez, you're tight, you're skinning my prick, ahhhhh!"

The boy was panting and sweating and moaning as his beautiful mother's strong ass muscles tugged and clamped on his cock. Pam shuddered and groaned as Robbie's fat cock frictioned steadily against her expanded pink shitter. Her son was fucking her ass!

Robbie released his mother's hips and leaned forward to grab her pendulous tits, one in each hand. He held them tight as she rocked back and forth, shoving her ass and wagging it. He could feel her clinging ass-hole sucking out as he pulled back, and he was thrilled. This was better than cunt-fucking! Hotter, tighter, and a hell of a lot more comfortable! He could squeeze her tits while resting his weight on her back, or use one hand to play with her pussy. He could even fuck her cunt a bit, if he wanted, without changing position.

Pam writhed and bucked her spasming ass-hole against her son's fat cock, loving the way its mushroom-shaped head stirred in her hot butt. She knew her ass was no longer snug, knew her shitter would have stretch marks when this was over, and that her pink hole would probably burn for the next few days.

But she didn't care.

"Come on, Robbie!" she cried. "Really throw it to me! Fuck the shit outta me! Fuck my ass real hard!"

"Uhhhhh!" Robbie groaned, slamming his throbbing prick into his mother's tight shit-chute with greater force, her ass rippled heavily as his hips blurred with his fast fucking of her puckered butt hole. He whipped his cock in and out so fast only his tight grip on her hanging tits kept him in place.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" Pam grunted in time to her son's buggering. She could feel her ass-hole nipping the length of his impaling prick, and felt the sensations reach all the way to her nipples. Her clit stabbed the air, tormented by the loose flaps of her pussy, and she managed to find enough breath to gasp out a plea for him to rub it.

Robbie dropped one heavy tit and grabbed his mother's long clit between his finger and thumb. He pulled and squeezed it, making her yell and shake, and then he stroked it like a tiny cock.

"Uhhh!" Pam groaned as Robbie's heavy nuts slapped against the winking mouth of her cunt. She squirmed her sweaty ass-cheeks into her young son's lower belly, throwing her head back and wailing ecstatically.

Robbie felt her hot, rubbery ass tunnel clinging to his burning cock and slammed into her puckered shithole with animal ferocity. His cockhead was beginning to sting as the pressure built up in his swinging balls, and he groaned. He couldn't hold it back much longer...

He twisted her oily clit hard as his cock bucked and jumped. His balls were boiling over, sending a hot, fresh supply of cum through his tubes and into his thick, trembling cock.

"Yuhh, ughh, aghhh!" Robbie grunted with every spurt, his face twisting into an ugly grimace as the heavy wads of cum blew out and splattered deep in his mother's contracting bowels.

"Uhhh! Uhhh!" Pam swung her hips, fucking back wildly at her boy's erupting cock. The hard nipples of her pendulous tits scraped thrillingly against the wrinkled sheets. They smacked against her arms as she thrashed through another orgasm. She could hear her hungry ass-hole gulping and sloshing over his shooting cock, its reaming thickness sending ripples of pleasure through the thin wall to her cunt next to it.

Oh, God, he was hosing down her ass-hole! He was tearing her clit out by the roots! Screaming, shaking, her sweat-dripping face buried in the bed, Pam came time after time, even after she felt Robbie's cock go soft and slip from her stretched butt hole with a faint, slurping pop.

"Ahhhh, jeez," Robbie sighed. He watched a thick trail of creamy jism slide from her fucked-out, partly open and irritated shitter. The evidence of their incestuous union gathered around the deep, gaping mouth of her cunt.

Pam shivered and fell asleep with her wonderful son fondling her ass-cheeks. Fifteen minutes later, Robbie curled up next to her, his limber cock nestling in the warm crease of her ass and his arm thrown across her body to sink into the pillowy heat of a sagging tit.

Chapter 10

The next day Robbie was out and Susie made a bee-line for Pam's door. Her little cunt was so anxious to be sucked and lapped that she had dispensed with panties that morning. Already her inner thighs were slick with a thin coating of her pussy juice.

But Robbie, faced with an embarrassment of riches, so to speak, had decided to sample Mrs. Martucci's ass-hole. Last night's session with his mother had transformed him into a confirmed corn-holer. He'd thought about Susie's little pink butt hole, but decided she'd put up too much of a fuss to make it worthwhile. Mrs. Martucci was more like his mother, she'd spend less time arguing and more time fucking.

Unfortunately for Robbie, Davy had come up with a similar idea. He'd been going dry for a few days, and he didn't like it. So when he saw Dale heading for the playground in the park, he headed for Jane's house.

When Robbie arrived, Jane was on the floor a few feet beyond the unlocked door. She was naked except for black stockings and garter belt, and her soft, plump thighs were spread wide, exposing her yawning, dark-haired cunt. Her huge tits rolled heavily on her chest as she held them, looking at the open-mouthed boy with lustful eyes.

"Ohh, fuck me, Robbie!" she cried, rolling her ass in front of him and giving him a good view of her puckered shitter.

Robbie hurriedly dropped to his knees and shoved his face into her crotch, laving the soft, fat lips of her juicy cunt with rough, eager strokes. He felt her fleshy ass tremble as his hard tongue snapped over her gristly clit.

Jane watched the boy's head nodding faster.

He wormed his hot tongue into her trembling, creaming pussy as she groaned and cried with pleasure. Her legs shook and she bounced her ass on the hard floor.

Robbie grinned and, with his tongue still hanging out, moved his face lower until it touched her trembling shithole.

"Ahhhh," the widow sighed, bouncing again. She loved the soft, wet feel of the young tongue on her most exciting, forbidden fuck-hole. The wet, sensitive ring loosened and Robbie slipped an inch or so of his tongue inside, lapping at the muscular sphincter.

"Huhhhhh, ahhhhhh!" Jane grunted. She reached down to grab the boy's ears even as her thighs clamped over the top of his head.

This was the sight that greeted Davy as he opened Mrs. Martucci's front door. He froze, stunned by the sight of his friend eating up his fucking partner. But the obscene sight was too stimulating. Anger was soon replaced by lust. His cock swelled and throbbed in his pants, and he started to reach for it. But then another thought crossed his mind. Maybe he could get his rocks off and pay Robbie back, too. Maybe Robbie's old lady was just as hard up for some cock as Mrs. Martucci.

He backed out. They'd never even noticed him. He ran all the way to Mrs. Morris' house, thinking that maybe, if she saw him playing with his cock like Mrs. Martucci had, she'd get horny enough to let him fuck her. But first he had to find out what room she was in so he'd know what window to squat in front of...

The boy sneaked around from window to window, just as Susie had days ago, until he heard some deep, soulful moans. He crept up to the window and peeked in. He was stunned for the second time in ten minutes. Susie and Robbie's mother were licking each other's cunts!

He drooled. Mrs. Morris' tits were real melons! And Susie's pale butt, on top and facing him, was wobbling so sexily! He wished he could jump in and join them. He pulled out his hot cock. He was running his fist back and forth over it when he suddenly realized he could join them. Mrs. Morris couldn't say anything! Not if she wanted her cunt-lapping activities kept secret. And the same went for Susie. Davy's quick mind began to contemplate the sexual barrel he had the two cunt-lappers over...

He put his cock away and ran to the front door and pounded on it until Pam answered. She had thrown on a loose robe and was still flushed. Davy thought he could see a bit of moisture gleaming on her upper lip, and wondered if it was sweat or Susie's sweet pussy cream.

The boy grinned. "Wanna give me a blow job?" he asked, reaching out and pinching a fat tit.

"Eeeeek!" Pam yelled, her eyes widening first with surprise, then with anger.

But before she could say anything, Davy spoke. "I saw you and Susie suckin', and I was just wondering how Susie's mother feels about it?"

"Uhh," Pam began weakly, her mind spinning. Oh, God, this is all Hank needs to take Robbie from me! she thought.

"Don't worry," Davy smiled, "I won't tell if I get a piece of it, too."

Pam looked at the boy. "I should have known," she said slowly, her heart still racing. The little bastard's gonna grow up to be another Hank. If someone doesn't kill him first.

"Well?" The question hung heavily in the air.

Pam's shoulders slumped. "All right," she said. But she wasn't as upset as she pretended. After all, he was young and not bad-looking, and his balls would fill up fast.

"Get Susie," he said. "We're goin' outside. No, don't get dressed. The robe's enough. I've got a surprise for you."

Susie appeared, red-faced and greatly embarrassed, wearing her thin dress. Davy lifted it and saw her wet, sparsely-haired little cunt. He fingered it as she squirmed, then bent and tasted it. The girl moaned.

"Now it's your turn," he said, looking at Robbie's mother. Pam slowly parted the robe and stood spraddle-legged. She was breathing heavily by the time the boy was through diddling her, and was anxiously awaiting the feel of his warm lips.

Davy didn't make her wait. Dropping to his knees, he held her soft, plump ass in both hands and slowly ran his tongue over her plump, sticky pussylips. "Mmmmmmmm," he moaned, and then made a smacking sound. "Good pussy!"

Pam's hips writhed and she experienced a minor orgasm, groaning and hunching at Davy's feasting lips.

"Jeez! You are hot, aren't you?" Davy exclaimed, standing up.

A few minutes later he was leading the woman and girl along the now well-worn path to Mrs. Martucci's house. Pam and Susie both realized where he was heading, but only Susie knew that the boy had been spending a lot of time around the widowed teacher's house. The girl began to put two and two together, and she came up with fucking.

"Don't bother knocking," Davy said when they reached the front door. "It's unlocked. Just step right in."

Pam turned the knob and swung the door open. "My God!" she gasped before she could help herself.

Mrs. Martucci was lying on the floor, her legs thrown back and locked around Robbie's neck. Her plump ass was aimed at the ceiling, and the boy's fat cock was squeezed all the way inside her ass-hole. Pam could see the stretched, rubbery ring distended around the base of her son's cock, drawing back as he slowly eased the thick shaft out.

"Uhhhhh, nuhhhhh." Mrs. Martucci's voice was strained and guttural, almost animal-like, as Robbie threw his weight forward and plunged into her butt hole again.

Susie's eyes were big and round as she watched the woman's ass-hole get stuffed full of her boy friend's cock. She remembered how Robbie had wanted to do that to her, and her own little sphincter clenched fearfully.

"Come on," Davy said to Pam. "Off with the robe. Jump in and sit on Mrs. Martucci's face, let her eat your ass. And make sure you shove your cunt in Robbie's face!"

Pam dropped her robe and walked over to the fucking couple. Her nipples were sore and tight and her cunt puckered with anticipation. She didn't know how Jane would react to finding a bare butt over her lips, but hoped she wouldn't make a fuss. She'd wanted to make love to the fat-titted teacher ever since that day she'd seen her finger-fucking herself in the toilet.

Susie absent-mindedly began playing with her wet pussy when she saw Pam kneel over Mrs. Martucci's face. Pam's big tits were hanging down, resting on her son's bare, sweaty back as he pumped his cock in and out of the widow's gulping ass-hole.

Jane's eyes were squeezed shut, her mind off far off in some anal fantasy as her tender shitter was battered and bruised and her straining clit was pummeled by Robbie's groin. Suddenly, she felt something soft and warm pressing against her face and opened her eyes. It was a pink, trembling pair of ass-cheeks! She tossed her head from side to side as the naked ass descended, but couldn't prevent it from settling lightly on her. Her nose was pressed into the damp, scented crack, and then hands reached back and pulled the ass cheeks apart.

"Lick my ass," a voice groaned, squirming the spread buns closer, and she recognized it as Pam, Robbie's mother!

Robbie, too, had been surprised to find another body wedging between them, but when he saw that it was his mother, and that she was naked, he knew everything was all right. When she shoved her cunt to his lips, he eagerly sucked in the pink folds and began nibbling on them.

When Davy saw Robbie's hot-assed mother getting her cunt lapped by her son and her ass-hole rimmed by their teacher, he ripped off his clothes and joined them. Standing alongside the trio, he grabbed Pam's head and held it steady while he pushed his hard cock against her lips.

Pam was startled, but not for long. She pursed her lips and prepared to suck in the cock, but Davy was too fast for her. He shoved and her eyes bugged out as the fat knob rammed down her constricting throat.

"Gahhhh!" she gagged, then recovered and grabbed the boy's lean ass and began sucking and bobbing her head.

Davy sighed and looked at the action around him. It was enough to make him come without even touching his prick. His eyes settled on Susie. She was flat on her back, her slim legs spread wide and her fingers way up her pink, nearly hairless pussy. Her dress was on the floor beside her.

"Hey, Susie!" he cried. "Come here."

The little girl sighed, withdrew her sticky fingers, and crawled over to him. She watched Pam's full-lipped mouth working back and forth between his thighs.

Susie looked at the fat eggs in their wrinkled sac. They were swaying slightly with every movement of Pam's head. They looked fat. Susie knew they were full of hot cum, and if she kept them in her mouth, she'd be able to feel when all that cum boiled over.

Susie gulped in Davy's sweaty balls without an argument, sliding them around in her crammed mouth with her tongue. Her hands felt around and settled on two tits, one belonging to Pam, and the other one to Mrs. Martucci. She felt the teacher's huge, hot nipple burning a hole in her palm as she kneaded and squeezed.

Jane groaned, her eyes blinded by a white expanse of ass flesh. She tongued Pam's winking ass-hole, circling it and discovering how hot and smooth and tasty it was. She rimmed it enthusiastically, pressing her face hard against her friend's soft ass to show her she didn't mind.

Pam was in seventh heaven. She loved having her shitter tongued. It was almost as nice as having her cunt lapped and she gasped and groaned between the two busy mouths.

Jane's plump, upturned ass-cheeks were shaking like jelly as Robbie buggered her with his massive cock. His thick prick was sliding greasily back and forth in her tight rear tunnel, first tugging her pink ass ring out, then shoving it back inside. He'd been fucking her ass-hole for such a long time that now her irritated butt hole was yawning, swallowing him easily.

The boy was fucking her ass-hole with youthful glee as he ate his mother's raw cunt. He felt his nuts tighten and ground his hips against the teacher's wide-spread ass, tormenting her distended shithole with his pubic hair.

"Aghhh! Ughhh! Nowwwww!" he groaned, and squirmed his groin to get even closer.

Jane felt the boy's boiling jism spurting into her suctioning ass-hole. With the liquid head, her orgasm struck. Her ass-hole clamped down on Robbie's bucking cock, its steaming interior milking and massaging his entire length, squeezing it rhythmically as the boy grunted and sighed.

Robbie's cum oozed out around the base of his cock, white against the widow's irritated, red ass-hole. The thick jism slowly drooled over her butt and gathered in a small puddle on the floor.

"Ahhhhh, God!" Jane wailed as her orgasm reached its peak. She felt Robbie's cock shrivel up inside her nipping ass-hole, and her muscles worked automatically to shit out the limber piece of meat.

Pam, her lips still wrapped around Davy's trembling cock, watched her boy's ass clench and tremble as he came in his teacher's ass-hole. Then her hanging tits hit the back of his head and fell free as he tiredly backed away from Mrs. Martucci's limp body. His cock looked like a fat, well-chewed worm.

There was no mouth on her cunt, and she missed Robbie's lips and tongue immediately. Jane was still spasming, and was in no condition to lick her ass-hole or anything else. So

Pam pulled her mouth from Davy's prick and asked Susie to get down and bring her off.

But Pam had picked the wrong time to yank Davy's cock from her mouth. The boy had been about to come, and just as Pam was about to gulp it in again, it throbbed, swelled, and burst, splattering steamy, creamy cum over her face. The heavy wads of cum dripped from her nose, cheeks and lips.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Davy sighed, stepping closer and wiping his drooling cock across her full lips. Pam tasted the thick, musty cum and loved it. Her tongue darted out to lap up all the drippings while Davy watched her eat his sticky jizz.

During all of this, Susie's pink tongue was stuck up Pam's stretched, well-lubricated cunt, drinking her sweet pussy juice. Pam sighed and swallowed Davy's jism, then reached under the kneeling girl and cupped her soft tits. Susie groaned and sucked on her pussylips.

Jane twisted her head from Pam's spread ass and looked around. Davy was standing to one side, his limp cock dripping cum. Robbie was sitting on the floor, trying to beat new life into his cock. And Susie had taken Robbie's place and was eating Pam's pussy. Jane lifted her hands to Pam's ass and pushed on it, moving her up enough to expose her cunt. The pink gash was covered by Susie's mouth, but the girl moved aside and gave Jane room enough to join in.

When Robbie and Davy saw Pam being eaten front and back, their cocks began to swell. Davy looked at his friend. "I don't know about you, but I want to fuck Susie's ass-hole."

Robbie had planned to be the first to get the girl's ass-cherry, but he didn't think it was worth fighting over. After all, he'd been first with her in every way that counted.

"Okay," he said. "She can ride my cock. She's never been double-fucked."

The two horny teenagers had just grabbed and positioned the girl when the door opened again. "Mom!" an anguished voice cried.

They all turned to see little Dale standing there. Mrs. Martucci wailed with shame and tried to cover her big tits and hairy cunt.

"Hey, look," Davy said, pointing to the growing lump in Dale's pants. It wasn't very big, but it was definitely a hard-on.

"Yeah," Robbie smiled. "C'mere, Dale, and get those pants off. Your mother's got something to show you."

"Oh, my God, no!" Jane cried, seeing how her young son's eyes were fastened on the wildly shivering flesh of her tits.

Dale slowly and awkwardly took his pants off, almost as if he were hypnotized. His cock jumped out red and stiff, all five inches of it.

Robbie and Davy held Jane still as her son approached. The boy's eyes were glazed and his mouth was open. It was obviously the first time he'd seen a naked woman. And the way he ignored Pam and Susie was evidence enough that it was his mother he'd been dreaming of all the times he'd jacked off.

Davy dragged Jane's ass-cheeks apart, showing the boy the bottom of his mother's hairy pussy and her bright, throbbing ass-hole. "Pick a hole and kiss it," he said. "You get to fuck the one you kiss."

"Ohhhh, Dale, no!" Jane sobbed, feeling her son's fingers squeezing the hot, spongy flesh of her ass.

Pam and Susie watched wide-eyed as the little boy bent forward and pursed his lips. His curly head obscured their view.

"Which one's he kissing?" Susie cried.

"Can't you guess?" Pam sighed, her eyes fastened on Jane's hands. The boys had released their teacher, and she was groaning and fingering her clit while her son kissed. She wiggled two fingers up her running cunt as she bent slightly forward. Her heavy tits swayed pendulously.

"Ohhhh, yessss!" she moaned, unable to resist her son's pleasure-giving tongue. "Lick it, baby, lick it!"

Dale licked it, his little cock quivering in the air like a stubby arrow, his hands fastened like talons on each side of his mother's trembling ass-cheeks.

Robbie and Davy sat down to enjoy the show, and they were soon joined by Pam and Susie. Scared as she was about being buggered, especially while Robbie fucked her, Susie had seen Mrs. Martucci go crazy for it. She crawled over Robbie and nervously grabbed Davy's cock.

"Isn't this where we left off?" she asked.